Disclaimer: The authors don't own the biker mice or make a profit off of them in anyway. This story is pure fiction and has been copyrighted by the authors.
Charley sighed. Her mysterious contact had turned up again. She sighed. This was not good. They military was planning to let Limburger pinch a prototype plane? Did they not know how insane that was? Why were they letting her know about it?
Mhhh... well, *embarrassed* more than a person asked me to upload here the pics I did the past 2 years, but it would be a bit "complicated" to post them individually so I did a collage.
This is my latest BMFM fanart made for DA?s BMFM fanclub in their Pinup contest =)
So you have here 2 of the Bros being all useful/smexy while doing some cleaning to the garage xDDD~
Just couldn't help myself, the idea of a sulking Throttle was too much funny to let it pass n__n, I just imagined something like his girlfriend not having enough time to just stay with him that day or
We all know what our mice ride into battle wearing, but what about the rest of the time? From shirts to shoes to those lucky bits of cotton down south, my idea of just what's in Throttle's closet.
