Chapter Fourteen: A Bike and A White Fox!

Sage:

Why was being so dominating so exhilarating? More importantly, why did she love being so submissive? Watching her sleep, her bite marks still remained fresh. Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, her bountiful breasts capturing my attention. Her hard but tiny bump brushed against my tight abs, pride swelling within me.

"Master." She moaned in her sleep, her ears flicking up and down. "Harder." Crimson painted my cheeks, her fingers tracing my abs. Who knew that she was a fiend in the sheets? Unable to sleep, our last session replayed in my mind. Even though it happened last night, the sensations were still fresh in my mind. Stirring awake, her messy hair made her look adorable. Rubbing her eyes groggily, her tired smile lit up the room. Swinging her feet over the bed, she reached for a black sweater dress. Tugging on her bra, she struggled to clasp it. Relief flashed on her face the moment I helped her out, her quaking arms pulling the dress over her head. Tugging her brush through her wild hair, an alarm went off. Confusion dawned on my face, wondering why the alarm was going off. Twisting her hair into pigtails, her bare feet pounded out of the room. Throwing on my back tank-top and sweatpants, my feet slid into my boots. Chasing her scent, noises were coming from the kitchen. Pulling out a mixing bowl, her pigtails made my cock harden. Her collar still rested around her neck, the deep v of her dress exposing the love bites all over her breasts. Popping up behind her, my fingers ripped off her collar just in time for Mouse to wander in.

"I am reporting for kitchen duty." She sang blithely, her voice falling. "So you guys were the cause of the noises last night. Nice bite marks. They might as well be hickeys. So are we going to get started on breakfast or what? I do have to learn how to cook for Sunny. Don't you have a b-" Shaking my head, my finger did the cut motion across my neck. Arty didn't need something else to worry about. Mouse cocked her brow, her lips pressing into a thin line. Sunny spun in behind her, Dilly not far behind. Blizzard skidded in with Tatiana on his back. All of the women were wearing a slouchy black sweater and black leather leggings, the boys wearing the same thing as me.

"Teach us how to cook!" They all asked at once, Arty's brow twitching with irritation. "We want to be able to take care of you once your babies are born." Taking in a deep breath, she pressed her palms together. Shaking her annoyance off, her brilliant smile fooled them all. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, her cleavage taunted me as she leaned on the kitchen island.

"Sure, but if you screw anything up your head will be on a stake." She warned sweetly as poison lined her words. "Don't think you will be taking my job as the head chef though. Cooking happens to relax me after all." Now was my cue, my boots echoing down the empty halls. Wolfston popped up behind me, her simple ivory sweater and short navy skirt combo throwing me off. Her shiny new combat boots shined in the light, an unimpressed look dawning on my face. Assuming that she wanted to see the progress of her bike, the best choice was to have her follow me.

"I have the skeleton ready." I informed her briskly, sliding a secret door open. "This is the garage the I discovered." The lights flickered on, her jaw dropping at the sight of the silver skeleton. Gearing up to squeal, my hand covered her mouth. Shaking my head, Arty already had enough on her plate. Biting my hand, my teeth gritted. The curse words were hard to hold back, her lips forming a pout.

"I am so excited to have a bike." She sang in a soprano tone, my brow cocking in response. "I haven't gotten to ride for a couple of months. Steph and I used to ride to the outer limits and do things." Clearing my throat, my attention turned to the engine. That was a fact that I didn't need to know about. The complicated pieces were throwing me off, a knock on the frame snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh shit!" I cussed briefly, Arty standing in the doorway. Instead of anger on her face, curiosity twinkled in her eyes. Rolling up her sleeve, she silently gathered a select group of tools. Laying them next to each other in a neat row, her delicate fingers began to strip the engine. Glancing back at me, she pointed to the cleaner on the shelf. Tossing her a white mask, an elastic spun around her finger.

"I can have this built by the end of the day if you two help me." She promised earnestly, passing me several parts. "Once she is done, Sage and you can take a practice run to see if it works." Part of me wanted to strangle her, the other half relieved to have the creator of the bike here to help me.

"Do you want to learn how this works or not!" She groaned impatiently, a touch of grease covering her cheek. "After I show you, you can make all of the bikes you want on your own. Deal? Miss Wolfston, you can go off now. I am sure you are aware that you will be the medical team and carrying Dilly to the missions. I have gathered new ingredients and we need a refill of a couple of important medications. Can I count on you to make a fresh batch of the ones listed on the list left in the library?" Bowing in her direction, she skipped off. Turning back towards me, her grease covered fingers pulled the mask over her kissable lips.

"I was trying to do this myself." I complained furiously, her hands cupping my face. "I wanted to prove that I could be useful." Chucking warmly to herself, her tail wagged at the chance to build a bike with me. Her eyes glistened with true happiness, her other hand placing a matching mask over my mouth. How could I be mad at her pure happiness?

"I know you can, but you don't know how to build the engine. Most of these parts need a deep clean. Maybe I wanted to spend time with you." She chirped cheerfully, sitting down on the cold concrete floor. "I love you Sage. Will you help me?" The top of her dress slid a bit, a lump forming in my throat. Plopping down next to her, the choice wasn't mine anymore. Surprise rounded my eyes, the part scraping as she crawled onto my lap. Passing me a second can of cleaner and cloth, my job was clear. A couple of hours passed of her explaining every part, and what it did specifically. Unable to focus, it didn't matter much. I already knew what she was talking about, the pure joy in her face when she thought she was teaching me making it all worth it. The meticulous way she threw the engine together turned me on, her round ass shaking in my face. Losing focus once more, she turned back towards me.

"Can you put it in its space?" She inquired with a twinkle in her eyes, my urge to ride her driving me insane. Running over to a locked drawer, her keys jingled as I screwed it into place. Screwing in the other components, she walked over with a glass tube with a dull blue light. A lump formed in my throat, her cleavage taunting me as she hovered the seat.

"Back up, this would have been the part you would have needed me for. Are you ready for a show?" She babbled excitedly, placing it into the hole which I had wondered what it was for. "Normally, we use a factory machine for this but I guess I can manage it." Lightning bounced off her finger, gears whirring to life the moment she held her finger to the tube The steely gray armor folded over the engine, clanging past her feet. Resting on the seat, a sharp whistle left her lips. Wolfston crashed in. Skidding to a stop, shock rounded her eyes as Arty poked her nose. Dragging her to the inky black pad, Arty cupped her hand. Pressing her thumb to the pad, a female robotic voice clicked to life.

"Hello Mistress Wolfston, I am your motorcycle. What would you like to name me?" The voice inquired coldly, the mechanical voice reminding me of when Arty programmed my bike to me. Thinking for a moment, a wicked grin danced across her lips. Kissing her bike, Arty only smirked at her name.

"Your name is Miss Trouble." She announced proudly, a set of beeps ringing in my ears. Hopping off her bike, Wolfston climbed on. Hovering on her side, Arty explained all of the buttons, her greased covered face turning me on. Guiding the bike to the only exit to the surface, a sharp whistle shattered the quiet air. Dilly and Blizzard marched up to her, understanding right away what she wanted. Lifting it over their shoulders, they guided it outside. Tossing us our masks, a tired sigh poured from her lips. Wiping her face off with a cloth, her eyes flickered between the two of us.

"You are going to teach her the basics of the bike, and tell if there's any problems." She ordered sharply, her dress a bit tighter around her bump. "Come back alive and only go out about ten miles. Be back by dinner." Wolfston scurried up the ladder, pulling her mask over her head. Blizzard passed me my helmet and her new silver helmet. Pulling them over our head, she dragged me onto her bike.

"You need to touch the pad, and say hello to your machine." I snapped bitterly, wanting to jump my sexy Arty. "Just do it already!" Glaring back at me, the daggers told me to shut up. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, sarcastic words waiting on the tip of her tongue.

"I see someone is anxious to jump their mate again. I heard you two going at and damn! It sounded like fun." She teased jokingly, pressing her thumb to the pad. "Good morning, Miss Trouble. We are going on a test run, so show me what you can do." Eagerly awaiting her response, the blue lights flickered to life. A snarl curled on my lips, her words irking me slightly

"Yes, Mistress Wolfston." The bike chirped cheerfully, ready to serve her. "Have a nice ride." Ignoring her comment, my hands wrapped around her waist as she took off. Holding her waist felt wrong, my thoughts drifting back to Arty. Her real smile haunted my mind, the image making me crave her more. Zooming around, she certainly knew what she was doing. Rolling my eyes, this showoff behavior was going to sink her.

"Test the brakes!" I roared over the rumbling engine, her personality rubbed with mine poorly. Skidding to a halt, the brakes worked. Revving the engine, freedom brightened her voice as she got to ride. Howling into the twinkling sky, I understood her emotion. Riding your bike felt amazing, the rush of adrenaline coursed through you like an addictive drug. Freedom describes this very moment, the wonders of the world at your fingertips. Turning around, she hadn't gone ten miles yet. Something was wrong, her tail tucking between her legs. Driving back, she skidded to a halt in the hiding spot. Putting hers next to mine, we worked together to pull the false cabinets over our bikes. Taking off our helmets, a black shadow flitted between the columns. Dragging me underneath the false cabinets, her composure slipped by the second. Trembling in my arms, Arty dragged herself out of the bunker entrance. Her eyes scanned the environment, lightning crackling around her staff. Disguising the entrance, her eyes met ours. Biting her lips, this was her stressed response. The shadow circled her, her next move not coming to her.Touching her eyes, the red eye darkened to a milky midnight. Another tail grew, black lightning crackling around her.

"I suggest you leave and forget that you saw the White Vixen." She warned darkly, her head twitching oddly. "I will have to annihilate you. Demons that lurk in the shadows deserve to die." The shadow charged at her, her staff forming into a scythe twice her height. Swinging it in its direction, lightning spread like the sea. Black blood poured from underneath her mask, her feet barely touching the ground as they dodged each other.

"I am a spy from Demon's Pit, our only city." A chilling male voice hissed warily, the lightning building around her boots. "You will have to kill me because I have too much information." Kicking him in the jaw, the electricity trapped him in place. Sauntering up to him, she traced his featureless face. Shoving her hand in his chest, she connected to the other side.

"Tell them this. You come near me again. I will eat your soul." She threatened icily, pressing her blade to his neck. "I know this is a puppet. If you wish to speak to me, then you must set up a meeting like everyone else." Shaking his head in refusal, a shrill female voice echoed around us. Gazing around, her hand tightened around her heart.

"I am Queen Shadia, the ruler of the demons." The annoying voice introduced herself hotly, Arty's ears flattening. "Please come to an agreement with me. You are currently holding my son, Prince Darkshadio. He acted on his own accord. I am willing to work out a deal with you, Miss White Vixen. I will meet with you at midnight tomorrow. Now could you release my son, Artica!" Taking her hand out of his chest, his bare feet sprinted into the darkness. The energy darkened, her claws digging at her arms. Every part of me wanted to help her, my terror paralyzing me. She was going to claw out chunks of her skin, the very thought sickening me.

"Let me take over." A thunderous male voice ordered venomously, tears mixing with the black blood. "You were born with me trapped in your soul, and you will obey me." Horror twisted our faces, chunks of her own flesh hanging off of her claws. My one true fear had just come true, my next move proving to be uncertain. Nausea wracked my stomach, Wolfston throwing up next to me.

"Leave me alone!" She pleaded desperately, her voice cracking. "We had a deal, and you are breaking it. I gave you my fucking eye for my life that one time. You have half of my soul! What the hell do you want now!" Falling to her knees, storm clouds rumbled. Ivory peaked out of her shredded muscles, her claws digging into the ground.

"Fine, new deal." The deep voice thundered from her throat, her fangs growing past her chin. "Just be happy for once in your life. Once you achieve happiness, we will sync beautifully." Confusion dawned on her face, her claws retracting. A white fox stepped out from the woods, the tiny paws bounding up to her. Her eyes returned to normal, the fox knocking off her mask.

"I am only allowed to be in physical form for ten minutes." He groaned bitterly, placing her paws on her hands. "I am your best pal, Sneaks? I chose you when you were a baby, and left your idiot of a mother as her guide. What a fucking waste. I want you to be happy. I could have taken your entire life, but I didn't. I love you with all of my heart. I can't give you your eye back, but you look so awesome the way you are." A white light blinded us, her arms repairing themselves. Her second tail popped back in, his paws wiping away his tears.

"I love you so much, Sneaks." She sobbed violently, smothering him with a warm embrace. "I am so sorry. I have good news, I am pregnant with twins. What do you think? I am almost happy. Oh, and I am getting married this weekend. Are you proud of me?" His ruby eyes shimmered with tears as he snuggled into her neck, his nine tails curling around her arm. A twinkle shined in his eyes, her slender hands setting him on the loose sand. Rubbing his belly, his tongue hung out of his Cheshire Cat smile. Salty teardrops soaked the sand, her genuine smile brightening her pale face.

"I am so proud of you. You have been finding your army to take back the city, and bring its citizens to the light." He panted through the endless belly rubs, his tails twitching with pleasure. "I am most proud that you are starting a family. I bet you are getting married to Mr. Sage. Tell me has he made you howl and purr yet?" Embarrassment colored her cheeks, her eyes narrowing in his direction. Folding her arms across her chest, she turned her back to him. Leaping onto her shoulders, her nose was up in the air.

"Why should I tell you about that?" She retorted sarcastically, sticking her adorable tongue out at him. His muzzle rested inches from her ear, his onyx ears flicking with each passing word into her ear. His many onyx tails swayed to their own rhythm, childlike wonder illuminating her eyes. The two had a private conversation, both Wolfston and me leaning in closer to hear. Curse us for being too much alike for our own good. Perhaps that was why we didn't get along at times, the two of us falling out from our hiding spot. Sneaks and Arty shot daggers from their eyes in our direction, the only choice was for us to step out of the shadows. Bowing our head in shame, the dark cloud hanging over them caused us to shrink back.

"You don't tell a single soul about this." They both growled creepily, a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. "Is that clear?" Shivering in my skin, the similar personalities made their friendship make perfect sense. No, the relationship was more of a father-daughter type. His over protectiveness had been what she needed growing up, my mind wondering if he had laid on her shoulders like that before.

"If you are wondering if I laid on her shoulders before, I have." He explained calmly, her ears pinning back. "When she was a young child and her mother had beat her pretty bad, I would sit on her lap for ten minutes every day. Sue me for taking care of my little Artica. I have to go, so long for now. Remember that goodbye is not forever." Licking her face, she embraced him one last time.

"But another hello to be said another time." She finished jovially, kissing his snout. "Now don't go causing any trouble for me, 'kay. Love you lots." Bounding off into the tree line, disappointment dimmed her eyes. Sniffling, she rubbed her nose. Looking like a small child, my arms wrapped around her shoulders. Resting my chin on her head, her gentle smile melted my heart. Cupping my hands, she leaned back into me. Her touch relaxed my nerves, her thumb rubbing the back of my hands.

"I am sorry you saw that. Every now and then I lose it like that." She blubbered brokenly, my arms scooping her up. "How was the bike Miss Wolfston? Did you find it to your liking?" Wolfston bounced up to her, cautious with her words.

"I am so happy." She admitted honestly, her tail wagging. "Now I can bring my Stephy home? How can I ever repay you?" Smiling warmly to herself, Arty's trembling hands gripping the edge of her white vixen mask. Shaking her head, her hand cupped Wolfston's face.

"Nonsense. You are a part of my pack." She teased lightly, Wolfston's tail wagging faster. "Your brother and you are really quite alike. You aren't alone anymore, so don't be afraid to ask me for help. Enjoy your bike. Can you take me to the bathroom? I need a nice warm bath." Resting her head on my chest, the numb look in her eyes alarmed me. Hopping back into the bunker, Wolfston closed the door behind us. Sunny skipped up to her, a fresh towel and white bathrobe dangled off of her arm. Taking them from her arm, the walk to the bathroom. An appreciative aw escaped Arty's lips, her tail wagging wildly. Foaming water already steamed in the tub, a cup of her tea resting on a table next to the tub. Sitting her down on the toilet, her quietness alarmed me as I peeled off her bloody clothes. Taking off her bra and underwear, her fingers snatched the collar of my tank top. Kissing my lips sensually, her fingers ran through my hair. Almost melting into a puddle, my head shook.

"You need a bath, remember?" I joked tenderly, scooping her up. "Now relax like good girl. Relax for your master or I will have to punish you." A thoughtful look danced in her eyes, the water splashing on my boots as I set her down in the tub. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, a playful glint catching my eyes. Leaning on the edge, the glint in her eyes stiffened my cock. My shaking hands peeled off my clothes, her eyes never leaving my abs.

"Is that supposed to be a threat, Master?" She teased lustfully, watching me kick off my boots. "I guess you are going to have to get in to make sure I follow your orders." Yanking me into the tub, water splashed onto the floor. Disappearing for a second, she popped up in front of me. Her long hair clung to her face, her hands rubbing my biceps.

"Miss Arty, I am beginning to think that you are in fact a normal girl that loves muscles." I growled huskily in her ear, her tail wagging once more. Downing her tea, she yawned groggily. Raising her arms to the sky, my fingers worked the shampoo through her hair before she passed out on me. Rinsing it out, her lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Washing my hair up real quick, she passed out the moment I had just barely finished. Pulling the plug, it was time for us to go to bed. Wrapping her in the towel, her body felt so vulnerable in my arms. Laying her down, she flipped over. Drying myself off, the bed creaked as I climbed in next to her. Letting sweet slumber sweep me away, the last thing I saw was Arty resting her head on my chest. Thank you for making her mine, and only mine.