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One was fixing his black chopper, a tan-furred murine with green shades he always kept on, his right hand gloved like his leather vest; another was sleeping, white with the right side of his face a metal plate, wearing a red neck-ribbon and a green cross-belt on his chest; the last one was wide awake, the tallest of them with a right metal arm, an eyepatch and grey fur, hulking over a desk with his shoulder plates and blue fatigues. All three had small red antennae that twitched like their ears.\n\t\"Woulda thought Charlie had more books,\" the dark mouse muttered, \"gotta be some place out there we can chill.\"\n\t\"Eat my shorts!\" the white one rambled and swung his arm. \"M'gonna jump that canyon, dad, ya can't stop me!\"\n\t\"Aww jeez,\" the tan rodent looked past his bike, \"he's having that dream again. At this point he's practically syndicated.\"\n\t\"You shouldn't let him watch TV that late,\" the grey one pored over pages, \"you know he gets all screwy.\"\n\t\"More than usual? There's a reason we don't share a bed with him.\"\nSaid reason was demonstrated by a hard thwack of an old watering can on a shelf, that the white mouse sent flying with a brazen knuckle as he rolled on his mattress.\n\t\"What are you reading, anyways?\" asked the one with shades.\n\t\"We need to get outta this city,\" the eyepatch replied, \"folks got no need for heroes right now, all we're doing is peeling the streets.\"\n\t\"Yeah, I guess...I just worry the moment we leave, those Plutarks'll crawl in.\"\n\t\"Folks'll let us know,\" he turned to his friend, \"Li'l Hoss got a communiqué with them, we won't go far from the city limits. We ever been to Canada? I hear there's lotsa big forests out there, real peaceful-like.\"\n\t\"And all sorts of things in the woods,\" the tanned rodent screwed bolts in his bike, \"then again, be nice to get all that energy out.\"\n\t\"You mean like, the bro-way, or-\"\n\t\"I mean, the way we can't do cuz we keep getting interrupted, and you get stage fright, Modo.\"\nThe grey rodent blushed with a sheepish grin, then went back to his reading over a great atlas of North America.\n\t\"I think this book's out of date,\" he squinted, \"the hell is a Mount Rush-moray?\"\n\t\"Sounds like a seven-dollar eel,\" his friend twisted a screwdriver, \"you think this is a good idea?\"\n\t\"Sure it is! Just you, me and Vin, riding free with our rides, no worries, no complications. As my dear old mother used to say, 'all work and no play makes Mack a dull boy.\"\n\t\"Who's Mack?\"\n\t\"I dunno, but I don't wanna be Mack.\"\n\t\"SNRRK, CARAMBA!\" Vinnie shot up with a roaring fist. \"What time is it?!\"\n\t\"Time to ride,\" the tan mouse switched to a wrench, \"were you that yellow human again?\"\n\t\"How'd you know?\"\n\t\"Cuz you keep telling us to eat our shorts, we don't even wear those.\"\n\t\"That's what I get fer falling asleep in front of public television.\" The white rodent cricked his neck. \"Any messages from doom-mongers, warmongerers...lady-mongerers?\"\n\t\"No, no and in your dreams.\"\n\t\"I checked there already, no dice, just mice!\"\n\t\"Well check this, homeslice,\" the mechanic pointed to Modo, \"someone's brushing up on geography for our camping trip.\"\n\t\"We still going?!\" the pale mouse bounced over to the desk. \"I thought Throttle was too cagey.\"\n\t\"I'm not cagey, just concerned.\"\n\t\"Relax, dude,\" the grey rodent turned the page with his steel arm, \"we just need to get outta dodge for a bit, just be ourselves.\"\n\t\"Any sweet canyons along the way?!\" Vinnie bent over Modo's shoulder. \"I wanna see if I can ramp 'em!\"\n\t\"On a skateboard or a bike?\"\n\t\"Ehh, whatever's handy.\"\n\t\"Well it's two against one for the trip, so, Throttle you're outnumbered.\"\n\t\"Never stopped me from coming out top,\" the russet-coloured mouse twisted some bolts, \"still lasted longer than both of you when you double-team.\"\n\t\"Hey, we go all out in a tight spot,\" the white mouse swished his rear, \"especially inside yours.\"\n\t\"Yeah, can't resist me some glazed donuts,\" Modo chuckled, \"alright, found a great spot that seems real isolated out in Manitoba.\"\n\t\"And when we get there, man, it over,\" Vinnie rubbed his hands, \"that a lake out there too?!\"\n\t\"Yep, nobody around for miles, perfect for skinny dipping.\"\n\t\"More like muscle dipping, with sauce.\"\n\t\"Vinnie if you need it that bad, just say,\" Throttle adjusted his shades, \"unless you good to ride with an extra stick-shift.\"\n\t\"Psssh, I'm always stick-shifting when the ladies are around!\"\n\t\"Then you won't mind that I put it in rear,\" Modo slapped his friend's ass.\n\t\"H-HEY!\"\nVinnie yelped and grabbed his neck to give him a noogie, before the grey rodent wrote down coordinates for a perfect place far away from all civilisation. He put the numbers into his purple bike, who came equipped with a small computer for such things before they notified their local friends, that they would be gone for a few days out in the woods of Canada. They packed some supplies and revved out of Chicago, roaring to the north for a long 20-hour drive that took them mostly up Highway 6, an old crooked road that took them twisting through Wisconsin, then into the wilds of Minnesota.\nMinneapolis was a delightfully-cold city they stopped over at, with its grand Mississippi River that the albeit-ruined skyscrapers made a haunting visage, like crooked glass teeth overlooking the many great lakes that surrounded the metropolis. Despite the more modern buildings looking worn down with gaping holes, they still took time to enjoy art galleries in doric buildings, and the Prince Memorial Avenue nightclub where the sweetest tunes seduced them with sultry lyrics.\nBut they would not stay long, refuelling their bikes and heading out into the great wilds of Manitoba once they raced past the border and ramped through the wilderness. They skirted around Winnipeg despite its beautiful architecture of churches and esplanades, though they enjoyed the odd roadside diner for the true road trip experience as they sampled rich Canadian coffee, freshly-caught salmon marinaded in syrup (albeit slightly-mutated with a few extra legs) and delicious meat pies with Montreal-style bagels.\nBy the time they reached Modo's destination, the bros were living high on life with the wind in their ears and their wheels turning dirty, once they reached off-road and started to tear through the open plains. Into the forests of Canada they went, vast stately pines that despite all the cruelties the Plutarks had put upon the Earth, remained standing ever vigilant as watchers of the lake. Vinnie got his wish to ramp off a few short valleys, taking shortcuts with his red sports bike to go shrieking high across the air, startling falcons that dodged out his path before crunching down the other side.\nThrottle kept close to Modo and constantly asked him to check the GPS, making sure they were not too far from a settlement despite the dark mouse's assurance that it was correct. Finally, they stopped at a picturesque clearing with a stream of running water, the tallest firs looming over them and several rocky hills to explore nearby. Others seemed to have the same idea too with a winding dirt-trail that their bikes conquered easily, then parked just outside the barrier of trees and made their way in.\n\t\"Daaaamn bro!\" gasped Vinnie. \"Where's the unicorn that comes with this place?!\"\n\t\"No idea,\" Modo groped him, \"but I got a horn right here for you.\"\n\t\"If I rub it hard enough, do I get a wish?\"\n\t\"Sure, after we set up the camp.\"\nWith their supplies they put up two tents, but kept their laser pistols close in case of wild animals such as three-eyed bears and beavercapras that lurked the Canadian frontier. Modo detailed all of this in the books he brought, cursory guides to the wilderness and what to do when facing them, whilst Throttle rubbed sticks together to start a fire.\n\t\"While the beaverclaw is most known for its voracious xylophagy,\" he read, \"recent mutations have given it an appetite for slow-moving fish and children.\"\n\t\"What about xylophone musicians?\" Vinnie squinted with his one eye.\n\t\"Too much fiber and bones,\" Modo chuckled, \"you wanna eat now or go for a dip?\"\n\t\"Depends which end of you is ready, but I'd be down for a swim!\"\n\t\"Sounds good, you joining us Throttle?\"\n\t\"I'll keep watch here,\" the mouse with shades kept rubbing sticks, \"someone's gotta start this fire.\"\n\t\"Ain't it always burning since the world's been turning?\"\n\t\"You start singing, I'll cook you first.\"\nThe boys laughed and grinned at each other, before the white and grey mice headed to the nearest lake, and climbed up to the tallest rock overlooking the great still waters. Taking off their armour and slacks, they admired each other's studly physique of raw rodent muscle with burly biceps and low-hanging balls beneath swinging flaccid cocks. Vinnie teased his friend by bending over to show his ass, a pair of gorgeous marble cheeks with a long tail that whipped above.\n\t\"Judges, prepare to be amazed!\" said the white mouse, flexing his calves. \"Gonna need to invent new numbers for how awesome I am.\"\n\t\"I don't think they make decimals that small,\" Modo teased, \"now you diving or am I gonna dive in you?\"\n\t\"Is that an offer?\"\n\t\"Not yet.\" The dark rodent stepped up and flexed his steel arm. \"On three. One, two, two-and-a-half-A-AAAH!\"\nHis friend grabbed his hand and swung him over the edge, sending Modo tumbling down to splash hard in a starfish shape, much to the fright of birds that scattered out the trees.\n\t\"YOU, GUUUH!\" his head came up trembling with a glaring red eye. \"YOU JACKASS!\"\n\t\"I give that one a six!\" Vinnie cackled from above.\n\t\"I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE KNUCKLES WHEN YOU GET DOWN 'ERE!\" he shook his fist.\n\t\"Oh yeah, why don't you mop your way up here and clean my clock?!\"\nModo's response was to raise his metallic arm and cock it like a rifle, causing a small barrel to lift out the wrist and startle Vinnie, before the wet mouse shot the edge of the rocky platform to shave off the edge underneath the white rodent's feet. Vinnie cried out and fell into the drink, splashing with the piece of rock as he spluttered in shock, then swam towards Modo with a thick swipe of water that the grey mouse charged through before putting him in a headlock.\nThey danced in the water with wrestling limbs, pushing each other back and giving small playful bites amongst their cackling glee. Sometimes they groped each other, teasing hands slipped towards their balls and started stroking off their swelling meat. Their laughs became giggles, that soon turned to moans before they kissed each other, and throbbed to their full hardness that frotted beneath the waters. The white mouse went down below to kiss over that pulsing spear, a fat dark length of 10 inches that he soon swallowed down to the hilt.\nThe water fogged his nostrils that pulsed with excitement, letting his lungs be tested as he bobbed on that swollen girth and choked deep on that dick. Modo groaned at his friend's warm mouth against the cold waters that wrapped his thighs, his hand slipped between Vinnie's antennae and stroked the back of his scalp. The white mouse always had a skilful tongue, as brash and debonair as he was with the ladies, he could certainly please more than a few the way he rolled his tongue around that throbbing organ, and briefly suffocated himself to tighten that throat for a tighter hole for his friend to use.\n\t\"Nnnnngh, god damn bro,\" Modo panted, \"you're the only one I know who can get this thirsty in a lake.\"\nHe rolled his hips to pump Vinnie's throat, who gulped and shuddered with bubbles growing beneath the surface. But the grey mouse knew his friend enjoyed the thrill, and kept humping his gullet for as long as he wanted, gliding his meat across that sharp tongue that flicked across his base. Soon he couldn't hold himself back, and pulled up Vinnie to drag him back to shore, where the white mouse presented himself eagerly for his bro to line up his thick 10 inches, and slide inside that sweet pink pucker.\n\t\"MMmmmph...damn, bro, how'd you stay so tight?\"\n\t\"C-coupons,\" Vinnie panted, \"sales at Penney's, g-gotta shop smart!\"\n\t\"Matches your mouth, that's for sure.\"\nModo pumped himself to the hilt, despite his friend's grunts and clenching gasps when his sizeable schlong spread his walls once again. Already slickened up with pre and spit, the grey rodent clapped his balls against those pale white cheeks, gripping Vinnie's tail as their hips grinded together with rising moans and the water sloshed around their ankles. Pent-up as they were, it wouldn't take long for either of them to reach their climax, with Modo wanting to just empty his balls in that sweet ass once again.\nVinnie was experienced in being a bottom, knowing all the right spots to clench up and make his frind grind harder into his walls with a squirming thrust of his sceptre. He gripped the pale shoulders and slammed harder inside to make the water froth, causing Vinnie to shiver and spurt thick pre between his legs. So much they were enjoying themselves, they did not notice the huge green shapes lurking in the water, until shadow loomed behind and them pulled them into the depths.\n\nMeanwhile, Throttle had already gotten the fire going and was roasting a line of sausages on a spit. Whilst they cooked away, he sat back to enjoy reading his current novel of choice, \"Mice Are From Mars, Women Are From Rigel Seven\". The tawdry sci-fi romance managed to keep him occupied enough to not realise the bros had been away for too long, until a particularly boring segment about thermodynamics terminology had his eyes drift. Something rustled in the woods as his ears twitched and he slowly reached for his pistol, his eyes sliding back to his book to try and look nonchalant.\nA large presence lurked closer to him, and despite the crackling of flames with the hooting of distant owls, the stranger was surprisingly light on his feet. Closer he crept, and when Throttle felt the shadow reach over him, he rolled fast towards the fire and grabbed a burning stick to hurl at his attacker. But the creature lunged with a shocking grip around his neck, and a brief spark to the brain knocked him unconscious.\nWhen he next awoke, he found himself being carried in one arm with his weapons gone and the ground dragging past him. A huge green arm gripped him by the waist as he swung back and forth, before he reached a cavern that was ripe with masculine scents, small pools of water and fleshy vines that pulsed with phallic tips. The thick scent of spicy hairy males swarmed his nostrils, and there he saw his two bros being grappled by a pair of hulking green trolls with thick shaggy beards, blunted snout and sharp ratty ears adorned with jewellery.\n\t\"Urlog, look!\" the one holding Throttle shook him like a doll. \"Found third play-thing!\"\n\t\"OHHHH, good, one for each! Give Urlog brown one!\"\nModo and Vinnie were currently being fucked raw by a pair of trolls, who groped their writhing rodent bodies and hammerfucked them ruthlessly, hard enough that their bellies bulged with thick cock-shapes and their hefty pea-green balls slapped against their asses. It was the biggest cocks they had ever seen, hefty poles around 14 inches long that gaped them good and left Throttle's bros gasping. Even Vinnie was whimpering, his eyes rolled up and his tail slumped with a growing fatigue whilst Modo gritted his teeth.\n\t\"Hey, wha, what the hell's this?\" gasped Throttle.\n\t\"New play-things for fun!\" said the one still holding him. \"You help Urlog now!\"\n\t\"You didn't even take us out to dinner?\" the mouse scoffed. \"I never screw on the first date.\"\n\t\"Urlog do, all Grak's family do!\"\nThe one called Grak handed Throttle over to Urlog, who was a stony-coloured troll with black chest hair that finished pumping Vinnie full of thick cum, then pulled him off his throbbing pillar to hold his body in one hand. Throttle was too groggy to resist when he was shoved down on Urlog's dick, his ass stretched wide as he trembled with moans from the sloppy pole burrowing deep inside. He was roughly buggered in front of Modo, who managed to hold on longer than Vinnie as his steel arm was held in an iron grip by a jade-haired humanoid.\n\t\"UHH, U-UUUURHH!\"\n\t\"Thog like new play-things!\" said the one pounding Modo. \"Where uncle Urlog find?!\"\n\t\"Urlog find in woods,\" chuckled the one using Throttle. \"Fight good, but not good enough. Urlog fuck with white one, think Urlog broke it.\"\nThe white mouse dangled with a cum-dripping hole from Urlog's hand, whilst the tan mouse with shades was given a ruthless pumping. Despite his dazed and confused state, Throttle managed to take the beastly cock that punched his innards with such gay hunger, that he couldn't stop himself from growing achingly hard. He looked towards Grak who was the most rodent-like with a pair of devil's horns, a long forked tail and a dozen ring piercings on his face.\nHe snatched up Vinnie from his brother, and took him to another part of the cave where the strange assortment of fleshy vines twisted around each other. At the approach of a fresh body, the tendrils unfurled and slipped across the pale rodent's body, then held him aloft in their tender caress before two slid inside his rear. Two more wrapped around his wrists whilst the duo fucking his ass had wrapped their lengths round his thighs to keep him nicely spread, and a fifth slithered into his mouth with a salty-meat taste.\nDespite his fatigue from the recent pounding, Vinnie felt a strange zest rejuvenate him as a porous liquid dribbled down into his body, a thick gluey cream that the plants fed him. Another vine then sprouted from the ground, a ghostly-pink sheath that slipped over his cock and started working it like a fleshlight, much to Vinnie's trembling pleasure whilst Grak jerked himself off with his own tail coiled round his foot-long shaft.\n\t\"Play-thing like new friends?\" the troll snickered. \"Keep you healthy for more fun!\"\n\t\"MMMMMH, NNNNRGH!\"\n\t\"No struggle too much, more easy if you let them fuck!\"\nEven with an exhausted body, his urge to cum was incited by the constant twisting of two vines against his prostate, one sucking him off with a feverish need, and another feeding his throat. His body bucked and writhed and twisted in rapture, his eyes lit up in a new sense of joy before he managed to feed the ground-plant with his hot rodent cream, watering the earth with his jizz as the root visibly gulped his sweet nectar. But it thirsted for more, and kept sucking him off whilst the vines twisted in his rear to milk him harder.\nNearby, Modo and Throttle managed to endure against the trolls' savage thrusting, but they throbbed even harder from each slam of those hefty balls that made their cheeks shudder and their legs turn weak. The burly strangers pushed them close together and forced their dicks to frot, grinding hard and guiding their mouths to press against each other.\n\t\"Now kiss,\" muttered Thog, \"play-things look cute when kiss!\"\n\t\"Pffft, not play with dolls!\" his uncle rolled his eyes. \"Thog grown-up now.\"\n\t\"THEY ACTION FIGURES, UNCLE URLOG! Thog very stimulated mentally by them!\"\n\t\"Thog easy to wind up,\" Urlog chuckled and kissed his head, \"Urlog don't mind what play-things you have.\"\n\t\"Uuurgh, great,\" Modo muttered between thrusts, \"bad enough I'm getting railed, now I gotta deal with after-school specials?\"\n\t\"Y-you, haaah, you doing alright bro?\" Throttle clenched his teeth.\n\t\"Oh yeah, yeah, always wanted to, haaah, s-spend my vacation in the middle of a, b-beef-broccoli sandwich.\"\n\t\"They'll get, t-tired of us,\" the mouse muttered, \"we'll figure a way out.\"\nThe trolls were too busy in their lust to hear them, and kept on ravaging towards a mighty crescendo. With snarling roars and a jackhammering fury, both uncle and nephew came together and plugged their new toys with delicious semen as they kissed each other, their beards grinding hard with a deafening scrape as tongues entwined in a suckling drool. Modo and Throttle were pushed together even closer, and kissed in turn for a small sense of relief combined with their pent-up lust.\nThe flood of rich cum made them spurt in turn, their panting shudders fogging each other's snouts whilst they spattered their bellies with the other's seed. The trolls sighed in relief, then pulled out with a sloppy trail of white before they took their new toys over towards a crude cage of iron bars and put them in gently.\n\t\"You sleep now,\" Urlog handed them a rough-shod blanket, \"then tomorrow, more fuck-play for all!\"\n\t\"I uh, I got a schedule to keep?\" Modo squinted and sat back. \"I could pen you in like next month, we do brunch?\"\n\t\"HAH, play-thing funny, Urlog not use calendar since Y2K, they not work no more!\"\n\t\"Got food too!\" Thog brought them a plate of smoked weenies. \"We save some for you!\"\n\t\"And friend join too,\" Grak brought Vinnie to their cage, \"eat up, sleep, fuck tomorrow.\"\nThe mice looked at each other nervously before Vinnie soon joined them, his half-lucid body dripping with vine-juice as the troll family left them be. The bros tended to their pale brethren, while all three of them drooled cum out their asses.\n\t\"Heeeey mister tan murine man!\" Vinnie wheezed with glazed eyes. \"Glad you could, join us.\"\n\t\"Eaaaasy, bro,\" Throttle patted him. \"How you feeling?\"\n\t\"FUCK!\" he clapped with a giddy grin. \"What a rush, I could really get used to this!\"\n\t\"Yeah Vinnie, I really bet you could,\" Modo rolled his eye, \"I didn't know we were stopping in troll country.\"\n\t\"You did say your map was old,\" the bronze rodent wiped his brow, \"alright, we need a plan to get outta here.\"\n\t\"Why?!\" the white mouse squeaked. \"Wasn't that bad, even if they didn't ask first.\"\n\t\"Yeah I mean,\" his grey friend scratched his eyepatch, \"they hump us good, not like we had the best laid plans of mice and martians going on.\"\n\t\"But we can't stay here,\" Throttle shook his head, \"we got business back home, this was only meant to be a short trip.\"\n\t\"Even if they gave you the best pounding you ever had?\"\nThe mouse with the shades blushed slightly and looked away, scratching his cheek with a demure sigh before he crossed his arms.\n\t\"What if we just ask 'em?\" Vinnie shrugged with hands behind his head. \"They're not that smart, we could figure something out.\"\n\t\"Okay, here's the plan,\" Throttle tapped his snout, \"we go over it a few times, then after they given us the once-over, we'll hit 'em when they're tapped out.\"\n\t\"Might end up being a thrice-over for how good they give it!\"\n\t\"Either way, when they're done, we're done, got it?\"\n\t\"Right,\" they bumped fists together, \"let's rock 'n' ride.\"\nThey scarfed down their roasted sausages, which Throttle was certain were the ones he had made so he was thankful they had not gone to waste, before they went to sleep and prepared for the next day. Morning only came through a pinhole crack in the ceiling, and the trolls soon returned to bring them out of their cage and take turns fucking them in an orgy. Despite their brutal pounding, they were never cruel or hurt them intentionally, always fucking just hard enough for their muscular bodies to take it.\nA long day would pass of rampant gay sex, which the bros had mentally prepped for to try and outlast the trolls and take advantage of their growing fatigue. Out of all the family, Thog was the youngest and therefore the fastest, a rapid-fire pounder that pummelled the mice until their cheeks were flaming red. All of them were wracked in bliss by the buff troll family, Porous sweat dripped off their fur and beards, the mice hugged tight against thick chest-hair and scrubbed hard against it to leave wet lines all over each other.\nUrlog was the most patient, able to drag out his thrusts and keep himself edging for hours to tease their new friends. He only ever came once the entire day, and it became a roulette to see which of the mice would receive his thickest load. Whenever all three of the rodents came, they were swapped round regardless of whether the trolls filled them or not, but eventually they would all receive a hefty glut of jizz in both ends. Sometimes they even shared it between themselves when fucked close enough together, pouring white into each other's mouths or sucking each other off when the trolls put them in a 69.\nBut Grak had the most endurance with his thick caber stretching all their holes one by one, when they passed the bros around to sample their juicy bodies. When one of them got \"too tired\", they were put in the vines to be fed with plant-cum and sucked dry of their own, giving them a second wind to keep on going and keep on riding all of the trolls. Throttle especially got into the creeping tendrils, how they invaded so deep inside his body and pumped him so deep that he felt the undulating grind of a tentacle in his stomach walls.\nHis cock sputtered with two orgasms from the vine-fucking alone, the cocksleeve-root giving such a powerful suck that his balls clenched up, whilst the twin-tendrils in his ass coiled together to make a spiral dildo that stabbed past his prostate and constantly drilled him to the point of cumming once more. When the mice were all back to riding the trolls, the nephew kissed his father and uncle with happy moans as they bunched up together, smooching with hungry drools until they all came at a single point, splashing hot jizz all over their chests and deep in the rodents' asses.\nBy the time they were finished with the sun already past noon, they lied in a stupor of hot semen that covered their bodies. The family's rods were smothered white and their balls twitched with a throbbing emptiness, compared to the constant river oozing out of the three rodents.\n\t\"Grak impressed,\" the rat-faced father laid on his back, \"play-things much sturdier than Grak expect!\"\n\t\"Yeah, you sure made this trip something,\" Modo gulped back some seed, \"you know we were kinda hoping to just enjoy things by ourselves.\"\n\t\"Why? Grak's family good with guests, you all happy!\"\n\t\"Oh yeah, we sure are!\" Vinnie rolled on his side. \"Just that, we weren't planning on staying long, we're from south of the border.\"\n\t\"It was a work retreat,\" Throttle tapped his chest, \"got important stuff to do back home.\"\n\t\"What work?!\" Thog shot up with a snort. \"What more important than being Thog's play-things?!\"\n\t\"Battling the Y2K virus. It's still out there, you know, that's our job, keeping the rest of the world safe from it.\"\n\t\"Ooooh, big danger! But you not work here too?\"\n\t\"Nope,\" the grey rodent shook his head, \"sorry, but you know I been trying to get these two knuckleheads to road-trip more often cuz we work too hard crunching the uh, numbers.\"\n\t\"Mmmm, yes,\" Urlog nodded sagely, \"big threat out there, tragic loss of calendar industry devastating. But, you fun play-things, Urlog not want you leave.\"\n\t\"What about this?\" the tan mouse raised a finger. \"Every sixty moons that pass, we'll roll up here again to take a break from our work.\"\n\t\"OH, good!\" the nephew pumped his fists. \"If you come back, that make Thog happy!\"\n\t\"Get it in writing,\" Grak tapped his palm, \"Grak study forest law, oral contract not as binding.\"\n\t\"Mine sure was,\" Vinnie wiped the cum from his lips, \"pretty damn good binding to your balls!\"\n\t\"HAH, hahah, funny play-things! Alright, you sign contract to be back sixty moons, we let you leave to fight Y2K!\"\n\t\"Deal.\"\nThey shook hands respectfully, then scribbled their signatures on a piece of ancient bark that supposedly had Trollish legalese, but it was enough for them to be given back their weapons, and led to their bikes still parked outside the woods. With a wave farewell to the family of trolls, the mice kicked their pedals out and rode off back to the south.\n\t\"I gotta say, Modo,\" the bronze mouse shook his head, \"you sure picked a real spot to park and ride.\"\n\t\"I didn't expect others to give us the ride,\" the grey mouse chuckled, \"we coming back in two months, yeah?\"\n\t\"Damn right we are!\" Vinnie pumped his engine. \"Only thing scarier than a Plutark is a lawyer with a grudge!\"\n\t\"Yeah, only time I ever been glad to get screwed over by one.\"\nThey laughed and high-fived each other as they raced back to Chicago. With a quiet spot for themselves tand new friends to help them unwind in secrecy, they felt primed and ready to take on any fiend in the future. All of them returned home with the biggest grins, and no one was the wiser for their reason to be.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Even the most wild-riding of rodents need time off now and again, and after some insistence from one of their friends, they were encouraged to take a long break during a lull in their crusades.  With the Plutarkian forces on the run, a trio of freedom fighters were left spinning their wheels in old Chicago parking lots, desperate for some sort of action to the point they were jumping at shadows.  The worst part of being assigned as a local hero, was having nothing left to fight, and the three warriors were left only with their terrible memories.
In their garage down a dinghy street, three hulking mice tried to stave off their boredom.  One was fixing his black chopper, a tan-furred murine with green shades he always kept on, his right hand gloved like his leather vest; another was sleeping, white with the right side of his face a metal plate, wearing a red neck-ribbon and a green cross-belt on his chest; the last one was wide awake, the tallest of them with a right metal arm, an eyepatch and grey fur, hulking over a desk with his shoulder plates and blue fatigues.  All three had small red antennae that twitched like their ears.
\t"Woulda thought Charlie had more books," the dark mouse muttered, "gotta be some place out there we can chill."
\t"Eat my shorts!" the white one rambled and swung his arm.  "M'gonna jump that canyon, dad, ya can't stop me!"
\t"Aww jeez," the tan rodent looked past his bike, "he's having that dream again.  At this point he's practically syndicated."
\t"You shouldn't let him watch TV that late," the grey one pored over pages, "you know he gets all screwy."
\t"More than usual?  There's a reason we don't share a bed with him."
Said reason was demonstrated by a hard thwack of an old watering can on a shelf, that the white mouse sent flying with a brazen knuckle as he rolled on his mattress.
\t"What are you reading, anyways?" asked the one with shades.
\t"We need to get outta this city," the eyepatch replied, "folks got no need for heroes right now, all we're doing is peeling the streets."
\t"Yeah, I guess...I just worry the moment we leave, those Plutarks'll crawl in."
\t"Folks'll let us know," he turned to his friend, "Li'l Hoss got a communiqué with them, we won't go far from the city limits.  We ever been to Canada?  I hear there's lotsa big forests out there, real peaceful-like."
\t"And all sorts of things in the woods," the tanned rodent screwed bolts in his bike, "then again, be nice to get all that energy out."
\t"You mean like, the bro-way, or-"
\t"I mean, the way we can't do cuz we keep getting interrupted, and you get stage fright, Modo."
The grey rodent blushed with a sheepish grin, then went back to his reading over a great atlas of North America.
\t"I think this book's out of date," he squinted, "the hell is a Mount Rush-moray?"
\t"Sounds like a seven-dollar eel," his friend twisted a screwdriver, "you think this is a good idea?"
\t"Sure it is!  Just you, me and Vin, riding free with our rides, no worries, no complications.  As my dear old mother used to say, 'all work and no play makes Mack a dull boy."
\t"Who's Mack?"
\t"I dunno, but I don't wanna be Mack."
\t"SNRRK, CARAMBA!" Vinnie shot up with a roaring fist.  "What time is it?!"
\t"Time to ride," the tan mouse switched to a wrench, "were you that yellow human again?"
\t"How'd you know?"
\t"Cuz you keep telling us to eat our shorts, we don't even wear those."
\t"That's what I get fer falling asleep in front of public television."  The white rodent cricked his neck.  "Any messages from doom-mongers, warmongerers...lady-mongerers?"
\t"No, no and in your dreams."
\t"I checked there already, no dice, just mice!"
\t"Well check this, homeslice," the mechanic pointed to Modo, "someone's brushing up on geography for our camping trip."
\t"We still going?!" the pale mouse bounced over to the desk.  "I thought Throttle was too cagey."
\t"I'm not cagey, just concerned."
\t"Relax, dude," the grey rodent turned the page with his steel arm, "we just need to get outta dodge for a bit, just be ourselves."
\t"Any sweet canyons along the way?!" Vinnie bent over Modo's shoulder.  "I wanna see if I can ramp 'em!"
\t"On a skateboard or a bike?"
\t"Ehh, whatever's handy."
\t"Well it's two against one for the trip, so, Throttle you're outnumbered."
\t"Never stopped me from coming out top," the russet-coloured mouse twisted some bolts, "still lasted longer than both of you when you double-team."
\t"Hey, we go all out in a tight spot," the white mouse swished his rear, "especially inside yours."
\t"Yeah, can't resist me some glazed donuts," Modo chuckled, "alright, found a great spot that seems real isolated out in Manitoba."
\t"And when we get there, man, it over," Vinnie rubbed his hands, "that a lake out there too?!"
\t"Yep, nobody around for miles, perfect for skinny dipping."
\t"More like muscle dipping, with sauce."
\t"Vinnie if you need it that bad, just say," Throttle adjusted his shades, "unless you good to ride with an extra stick-shift."
\t"Psssh, I'm always stick-shifting when the ladies are around!"
\t"Then you won't mind that I put it in rear," Modo slapped his friend's ass.
\t"H-HEY!"
Vinnie yelped and grabbed his neck to give him a noogie, before the grey rodent wrote down coordinates for a perfect place far away from all civilisation.  He put the numbers into his purple bike, who came equipped with a small computer for such things before they notified their local friends, that they would be gone for a few days out in the woods of Canada.  They packed some supplies and revved out of Chicago, roaring to the north for a long 20-hour drive that took them mostly up Highway 6, an old crooked road that took them twisting through Wisconsin, then into the wilds of Minnesota.
Minneapolis was a delightfully-cold city they stopped over at, with its grand Mississippi River that the albeit-ruined skyscrapers made a haunting visage, like crooked glass teeth overlooking the many great lakes that surrounded the metropolis.  Despite the more modern buildings looking worn down with gaping holes, they still took time to enjoy art galleries in doric buildings, and the Prince Memorial Avenue nightclub where the sweetest tunes seduced them with sultry lyrics.
But they would not stay long, refuelling their bikes and heading out into the great wilds of Manitoba once they raced past the border and ramped through the wilderness.  They skirted around Winnipeg despite its beautiful architecture of churches and esplanades,  though they enjoyed the odd roadside diner for the true road trip experience as they sampled rich Canadian coffee, freshly-caught salmon marinaded in syrup (albeit slightly-mutated with a few extra legs) and delicious meat pies with Montreal-style bagels.
By the time they reached Modo's destination, the bros were living high on life with the wind in their ears and their wheels turning dirty, once they reached off-road and started to tear through the open plains.  Into the forests of Canada they went, vast stately pines that despite all the cruelties the Plutarks had put upon the Earth, remained standing ever vigilant as watchers of the lake.  Vinnie got his wish to ramp off a few short valleys, taking shortcuts with his red sports bike to go shrieking high across the air, startling falcons that dodged out his path before crunching down the other side.
Throttle kept close to Modo and constantly asked him to check the GPS, making sure they were not too far from a settlement despite the dark mouse's assurance that it was correct.  Finally, they stopped at a picturesque clearing with a stream of running water, the tallest firs looming over them and several rocky hills to explore nearby.  Others seemed to have the same idea too with a winding dirt-trail that their bikes conquered easily, then parked just outside the barrier of trees and made their way in.
\t"Daaaamn bro!" gasped Vinnie.  "Where's the unicorn that comes with this place?!"
\t"No idea," Modo groped him, "but I got a horn right here for you."
\t"If I rub it hard enough, do I get a wish?"
\t"Sure, after we set up the camp."
With their supplies they put up two tents, but kept their laser pistols close in case of wild animals such as three-eyed bears and beavercapras that lurked the Canadian frontier.  Modo detailed all of this in the books he brought, cursory guides to the wilderness and what to do when facing them, whilst Throttle rubbed sticks together to start a fire.
\t"While the beaverclaw is most known for its voracious xylophagy," he read, "recent mutations have given it an appetite for slow-moving fish and children."
\t"What about xylophone musicians?" Vinnie squinted with his one eye.
\t"Too much fiber and bones," Modo chuckled, "you wanna eat now or go for a dip?"
\t"Depends which end of you is ready, but I'd be down for a swim!"
\t"Sounds good, you joining us Throttle?"
\t"I'll keep watch here," the mouse with shades kept rubbing sticks, "someone's gotta start this fire."
\t"Ain't it always burning since the world's been turning?"
\t"You start singing, I'll cook you first."
The boys laughed and grinned at each other, before the white and grey mice headed to the nearest lake, and climbed up to the tallest rock overlooking the great still waters.  Taking off their armour and slacks, they admired each other's studly physique of raw rodent muscle with burly biceps and low-hanging balls beneath swinging flaccid cocks.  Vinnie teased his friend by bending over to show his ass, a pair of gorgeous marble cheeks with a long tail that whipped above.
\t"Judges, prepare to be amazed!" said the white mouse, flexing his calves.  "Gonna need to invent new numbers for how awesome I am."
\t"I don't think they make decimals that small," Modo teased, "now you diving or am I gonna dive in you?"
\t"Is that an offer?"
\t"Not yet."  The dark rodent stepped up and flexed his steel arm.  "On three.  One, two, two-and-a-half-A-AAAH!"
His friend grabbed his hand and swung him over the edge, sending Modo tumbling down to splash hard in a starfish shape, much to the fright of birds that scattered out the trees.
\t"YOU, GUUUH!" his head came up trembling with a glaring red eye.  "YOU JACKASS!"
\t"I give that one a six!" Vinnie cackled from above.
\t"I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE KNUCKLES WHEN YOU GET DOWN 'ERE!" he shook his fist.
\t"Oh yeah, why don't you mop your way up here and clean my clock?!"
Modo's response was to raise his metallic arm and cock it like a rifle, causing a small barrel to lift out the wrist and startle Vinnie, before the wet mouse shot the edge of the rocky platform to shave off the edge underneath the white rodent's feet.  Vinnie cried out and fell into the drink, splashing with the piece of rock as he spluttered in shock, then swam towards Modo with a thick swipe of water that the grey mouse charged through before putting him in a headlock.
They danced in the water with wrestling limbs, pushing each other back and giving small playful bites amongst their cackling glee.  Sometimes they groped each other, teasing hands slipped towards their balls and started stroking off their swelling meat.  Their laughs became giggles, that soon turned to moans before they kissed each other, and throbbed to their full hardness that frotted beneath the waters.  The white mouse went down below to kiss over that pulsing spear, a fat dark length of 10 inches that he soon swallowed down to the hilt.
The water fogged his nostrils that pulsed with excitement, letting his lungs be tested as he bobbed on that swollen girth and choked deep on that dick.  Modo groaned at his friend's warm mouth against the cold waters that wrapped his thighs, his hand slipped between Vinnie's antennae and stroked the back of his scalp.  The white mouse always had a skilful tongue, as brash and debonair as he was with the ladies, he could certainly please more than a few the way he rolled his tongue around that throbbing organ, and briefly suffocated himself to tighten that throat for a tighter hole for his friend to use.
\t"Nnnnngh, god damn bro," Modo panted, "you're the only one I know who can get this thirsty in a lake."
He rolled his hips to pump Vinnie's throat, who gulped and shuddered with bubbles growing beneath the surface.  But the grey mouse knew his friend enjoyed the thrill, and kept humping his gullet for as long as he wanted, gliding his meat across that sharp tongue that flicked across his base.  Soon he couldn't hold himself back, and pulled up Vinnie to drag him back to shore, where the white mouse presented himself eagerly for his bro to line up his thick 10 inches, and slide inside that sweet pink pucker.
\t"MMmmmph...damn, bro, how'd you stay so tight?"
\t"C-coupons," Vinnie panted, "sales at Penney's, g-gotta shop smart!"
\t"Matches your mouth, that's for sure."
Modo pumped himself to the hilt, despite his friend's grunts and clenching gasps when his sizeable schlong spread his walls once again.  Already slickened up with pre and spit, the grey rodent clapped his balls against those pale white cheeks, gripping Vinnie's tail as their hips grinded together with rising moans and the water sloshed around their ankles.  Pent-up as they were, it wouldn't take long for either of them to reach their climax, with Modo wanting to just empty his balls in that sweet ass once again.
Vinnie was experienced in being a bottom, knowing all the right spots to clench up and make his frind grind harder into his walls with a squirming thrust of his sceptre.  He gripped the pale shoulders and slammed harder inside to make the water froth, causing Vinnie to shiver and spurt thick pre between his legs.  So much they were enjoying themselves, they did not notice the huge green shapes lurking in the water, until shadow loomed behind and them pulled them into the depths.

Meanwhile, Throttle had already gotten the fire going and was roasting a line of sausages on a spit.  Whilst they cooked away, he sat back to enjoy reading his current novel of choice, "Mice Are From Mars, Women Are From Rigel Seven".  The tawdry sci-fi romance managed to keep him occupied enough to not realise the bros had been away for too long, until a particularly boring segment about thermodynamics terminology had his eyes drift.  Something rustled in the woods as his ears twitched and he slowly reached for his pistol, his eyes sliding back to his book to try and look nonchalant.
A large presence lurked closer to him, and despite the crackling of flames with the hooting of distant owls, the stranger was surprisingly light on his feet.  Closer he crept, and when Throttle felt the shadow reach over him, he rolled fast towards the fire and grabbed a burning stick to hurl at his attacker.  But the creature lunged with a shocking grip around his neck, and a brief spark to the brain knocked him unconscious.
When he next awoke, he found himself being carried in one arm with his weapons gone and the ground dragging past him.  A huge green arm gripped him by the waist as he swung back and forth, before he reached a cavern that was ripe with masculine scents, small pools of water and fleshy vines that pulsed with phallic tips.  The thick scent of spicy hairy males swarmed his nostrils, and there he saw his two bros being grappled by a pair of hulking green trolls with thick shaggy beards, blunted snout and sharp ratty ears adorned with jewellery.
\t"Urlog, look!" the one holding Throttle shook him like a doll.  "Found third play-thing!"
\t"OHHHH, good, one for each!  Give Urlog brown one!"
Modo and Vinnie were currently being fucked raw by a pair of trolls, who groped their writhing rodent bodies and hammerfucked them ruthlessly, hard enough that their bellies bulged with thick cock-shapes and their hefty pea-green balls slapped against their asses.  It was the biggest cocks they had ever seen, hefty poles around 14 inches long that gaped them good and left Throttle's bros gasping.  Even Vinnie was whimpering, his eyes rolled up and his tail slumped with a growing fatigue whilst Modo gritted his teeth.
\t"Hey, wha, what the hell's this?" gasped Throttle.
\t"New play-things for fun!" said the one still holding him.  "You help Urlog now!"
\t"You didn't even take us out to dinner?" the mouse scoffed.  "I never screw on the first date."
\t"Urlog do, all Grak's family do!"
The one called Grak handed Throttle over to Urlog, who was a stony-coloured troll with black chest hair that finished pumping Vinnie full of thick cum, then pulled him off his throbbing pillar to hold his body in one hand.  Throttle was too groggy to resist when he was shoved down on Urlog's dick, his ass stretched wide as he trembled with moans from the sloppy pole burrowing deep inside.  He was roughly buggered in front of Modo, who managed to hold on longer than Vinnie as his steel arm was held in an iron grip by a jade-haired humanoid.
\t"UHH, U-UUUURHH!"
\t"Thog like new play-things!" said the one pounding Modo.  "Where uncle Urlog find?!"
\t"Urlog find in woods," chuckled the one using Throttle.  "Fight good, but not good enough.  Urlog fuck with white one, think Urlog broke it."
The white mouse dangled with a cum-dripping hole from Urlog's hand, whilst the tan mouse with shades was given a ruthless pumping.  Despite his dazed and confused state, Throttle managed to take the beastly cock that punched his innards with such gay hunger, that he couldn't stop himself from growing achingly hard.  He looked towards Grak who was the most rodent-like with a pair of devil's horns, a long forked tail and a dozen ring piercings on his face.
He snatched up Vinnie from his brother, and took him to another part of the cave where the strange assortment of fleshy vines twisted around each other.  At the approach of a fresh body, the tendrils unfurled and slipped across the pale rodent's body, then held him aloft in their tender caress before two slid inside his rear.  Two more wrapped around his wrists whilst the duo fucking his ass had wrapped their lengths round his thighs to keep him nicely spread, and a fifth slithered into his mouth with a salty-meat taste.
Despite his fatigue from the recent pounding, Vinnie felt a strange zest rejuvenate him as a porous liquid dribbled down into his body, a thick gluey cream that the plants fed him.  Another vine then sprouted from the ground, a ghostly-pink sheath that slipped over his cock and started working it like a fleshlight, much to Vinnie's trembling pleasure whilst Grak jerked himself off with his own tail coiled round his foot-long shaft.
\t"Play-thing like new friends?" the troll snickered.  "Keep you healthy for more fun!"
\t"MMMMMH, NNNNRGH!"
\t"No struggle too much, more easy if you let them fuck!"
Even with an exhausted body, his urge to cum was incited by the constant twisting of two vines against his prostate, one sucking him off with a feverish need, and another feeding his throat.  His body bucked and writhed and twisted in rapture, his eyes lit up in a new sense of joy before he managed to feed the ground-plant with his hot rodent cream, watering the earth with his jizz as the root visibly gulped his sweet nectar.  But it thirsted for more, and kept sucking him off whilst the vines twisted in his rear to milk him harder.
Nearby, Modo and Throttle managed to endure against the trolls' savage thrusting, but they throbbed even harder from each slam of those hefty balls that made their cheeks shudder and their legs turn weak.  The burly strangers pushed them close together and forced their dicks to frot, grinding hard and guiding their mouths to press against each other.
\t"Now kiss," muttered Thog, "play-things look cute when kiss!"
\t"Pffft, not play with dolls!" his uncle rolled his eyes.  "Thog grown-up now."
\t"THEY ACTION FIGURES, UNCLE URLOG!  Thog very stimulated mentally by them!"
\t"Thog easy to wind up," Urlog chuckled and kissed his head, "Urlog don't mind what play-things you have."
\t"Uuurgh, great," Modo muttered between thrusts, "bad enough I'm getting railed, now I gotta deal with after-school specials?"
\t"Y-you, haaah, you doing alright bro?" Throttle clenched his teeth.
\t"Oh yeah, yeah, always wanted to, haaah, s-spend my vacation in the middle of a, b-beef-broccoli sandwich."
\t"They'll get, t-tired of us," the mouse muttered, "we'll figure a way out."
The trolls were too busy in their lust to hear them, and kept on ravaging towards a mighty crescendo.  With snarling roars and a jackhammering fury, both uncle and nephew came together and plugged their new toys with delicious semen as they kissed each other, their beards grinding hard with a deafening scrape as tongues entwined in a suckling drool.  Modo and Throttle were pushed together even closer, and kissed in turn for a small sense of relief combined with their pent-up lust.
The flood of rich cum made them spurt in turn, their panting shudders fogging each other's snouts whilst they spattered their bellies with the other's seed.  The trolls sighed in relief, then pulled out with a sloppy trail of white before they took their new toys over towards a crude cage of iron bars and put them in gently.
\t"You sleep now," Urlog handed them a rough-shod blanket, "then tomorrow, more fuck-play for all!"
\t"I uh, I got a schedule to keep?" Modo squinted and sat back.  "I could pen you in like next month, we do brunch?"
\t"HAH, play-thing funny, Urlog not use calendar since Y2K, they not work no more!"
\t"Got food too!" Thog brought them a plate of smoked weenies.  "We save some for you!"
\t"And friend join too," Grak brought Vinnie to their cage, "eat up, sleep, fuck tomorrow."
The mice looked at each other nervously before Vinnie soon joined them, his half-lucid body dripping with vine-juice as the troll family left them be.  The bros tended to their pale brethren, while all three of them drooled cum out their asses.
\t"Heeeey mister tan murine man!" Vinnie wheezed with glazed eyes.  "Glad you could, join us."
\t"Eaaaasy, bro," Throttle patted him.  "How you feeling?"
\t"FUCK!" he clapped with a giddy grin.  "What a rush, I could really get used to this!"
\t"Yeah Vinnie, I really bet you could," Modo rolled his eye, "I didn't know we were stopping in troll country."
\t"You did say your map was old," the bronze rodent wiped his brow, "alright, we need a plan to get outta here."
\t"Why?!" the white mouse squeaked.  "Wasn't that bad, even if they didn't ask first."
\t"Yeah I mean," his grey friend scratched his eyepatch, "they hump us good, not like we had the best laid plans of mice and martians going on."
\t"But we can't stay here," Throttle shook his head, "we got business back home, this was only meant to be a short trip."
\t"Even if they gave you the best pounding you ever had?"
The mouse with the shades blushed slightly and looked away, scratching his cheek with a demure sigh before he crossed his arms.
\t"What if we just ask 'em?" Vinnie shrugged with hands behind his head.  "They're not that smart, we could figure something out."
\t"Okay, here's the plan," Throttle tapped his snout, "we go over it a few times, then after they given us the once-over, we'll hit 'em when they're tapped out."
\t"Might end up being a thrice-over for how good they give it!"
\t"Either way, when they're done, we're done, got it?"
\t"Right," they bumped fists together, "let's rock 'n' ride."
They scarfed down their roasted sausages, which Throttle was certain were the ones he had made so he was thankful they had not gone to waste, before they went to sleep and prepared for the next day.  Morning only came through a pinhole crack in the ceiling, and the trolls soon returned to bring them out of their cage and take turns fucking them in an orgy.  Despite their brutal pounding, they were never cruel or hurt them intentionally, always fucking just hard enough for their muscular bodies to take it.
A long day would pass of rampant gay sex, which the bros had mentally prepped for to try and outlast the trolls and take advantage of their growing fatigue.  Out of all the family, Thog was the youngest and therefore the fastest, a rapid-fire pounder that pummelled the mice until their cheeks were flaming red.  All of them were wracked in bliss by the buff troll family, Porous sweat dripped off their fur and beards, the mice hugged tight against thick chest-hair and scrubbed hard against it to leave wet lines all over each other.
Urlog was the most patient, able to drag out his thrusts and keep himself edging for hours to tease their new friends.  He only ever came once the entire day, and it became a roulette to see which of the mice would receive his thickest load.  Whenever all three of the rodents came, they were swapped round regardless of whether the trolls filled them or not, but eventually they would all receive a hefty glut of jizz in both ends.  Sometimes they even shared it between themselves when fucked close enough together, pouring white into each other's mouths or sucking each other off when the trolls put them in a 69.
But Grak had the most endurance with his thick caber stretching all their holes one by one, when they passed the bros around to sample their juicy bodies.  When one of them got "too tired", they were put in the vines to be fed with plant-cum and sucked dry of their own, giving them a second wind to keep on going and keep on riding all of the trolls.  Throttle especially got into the creeping tendrils, how they invaded so deep inside his body and pumped him so deep that he felt the undulating grind of a tentacle in his stomach walls.
His cock sputtered with two orgasms from the vine-fucking alone, the cocksleeve-root giving such a powerful suck that his balls clenched up, whilst the twin-tendrils in his ass coiled together to make a spiral dildo that stabbed past his prostate and constantly drilled him to the point of cumming once more.  When the mice were all back to riding the trolls, the nephew kissed his father and uncle with happy moans as they bunched up together, smooching with hungry drools until they all came at a single point, splashing hot jizz all over their chests and deep in the rodents' asses.
By the time they were finished with the sun already past noon, they lied in a stupor of hot semen that covered their bodies.  The family's rods were smothered white and their balls twitched with a throbbing emptiness, compared to the constant river oozing out of the three rodents.
\t"Grak impressed," the rat-faced father laid on his back, "play-things much sturdier than Grak expect!"
\t"Yeah, you sure made this trip something," Modo gulped back some seed, "you know we were kinda hoping to just enjoy things by ourselves."
\t"Why?  Grak's family good with guests, you all happy!"
\t"Oh yeah, we sure are!" Vinnie rolled on his side.  "Just that, we weren't planning on staying long, we're from south of the border."
\t"It was a work retreat," Throttle tapped his chest, "got important stuff to do back home."
\t"What work?!" Thog shot up with a snort.  "What more important than being Thog's play-things?!"
\t"Battling the Y2K virus.  It's still out there, you know, that's our job, keeping the rest of the world safe from it."
\t"Ooooh, big danger!  But you not work here too?"
\t"Nope," the grey rodent shook his head, "sorry, but you know I been trying to get these two knuckleheads to road-trip more often cuz we work too hard crunching the uh, numbers."
\t"Mmmm, yes," Urlog nodded sagely, "big threat out there, tragic loss of calendar industry devastating.  But, you fun play-things, Urlog not want you leave."
\t"What about this?" the tan mouse raised a finger.  "Every sixty moons that pass, we'll roll up here again to take a break from our work."
\t"OH, good!" the nephew pumped his fists.  "If you come back, that make Thog happy!"
\t"Get it in writing," Grak tapped his palm, "Grak study forest law, oral contract not as binding."
\t"Mine sure was," Vinnie wiped the cum from his lips, "pretty damn good binding to your balls!"
\t"HAH, hahah, funny play-things!  Alright, you sign contract to be back sixty moons, we let you leave to fight Y2K!"
\t"Deal."
They shook hands respectfully, then scribbled their signatures on a piece of ancient bark that supposedly had Trollish legalese, but it was enough for them to be given back their weapons, and led to their bikes still parked outside the woods.  With a wave farewell to the family of trolls, the mice kicked their pedals out and rode off back to the south.
\t"I gotta say, Modo," the bronze mouse shook his head, "you sure picked a real spot to park and ride."
\t"I didn't expect others to give us the ride," the grey mouse chuckled, "we coming back in two months, yeah?"
\t"Damn right we are!" Vinnie pumped his engine.  "Only thing scarier than a Plutark is a lawyer with a grudge!"
\t"Yeah, only time I ever been glad to get screwed over by one."
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