A bicycle

Chapter originally by Phantom Pen and anonenffan on writing . com

Propped up against a fence was an old bicycle. While it was clearly battered and worn, the bike still seemed to be in working condition. Riding the bike would mean a much quicker trip to Willow's house, to be sure! Unfortunately, it also meant that Mackenzie would be unable to hide herself. Her hands would need to stay on the handlebars, leaving her large breasts to swing freely. And the pumping of her legs would show off her shapely backside. The only possible coverage Mackenzie might have would be an obscured view of her pink treasure.

And this was all assuming the that she wouldn't run into some sort of trouble between the alley and Willow's place. There was no denying that it would be better than nothing, though... With a trembling hand, Mackenzie steadied the bike, straddled the worn seat, and began to pedal. With any luck, she'd reach Willow's house without further incident.

At first, Mackenzie felt a bit bad for stealing the bike. But as she peddled on, she began the think the bicycle was actually intended to be thrown out, as there was a lot wrong with it.

First, the tire pressure was low, which resulted in a lot more resistance for pedaling. Mackenzie had to push harder to get the bicycle to move, and this resulted in her working up a bit more of a sweat. Her heart was beating faster, not only from her worry of being discovered, but also from the slight workout she was getting from the bicycle.

The second problem came from the seat itself. It was clearly old, and its cushion was worn thin. Given that it had just been sitting in the alley, potentially covered in all kinds of trash, Mackenzie made a firm mental note to use Willow's shower later. But that was the least of the nude beauty's worries. The end of the seat was pressing firmly against the one area that was covered. And every bump and vibration Mackenzie felt, shook her more. On the plus side, the bicycle did prove to move much quicker than Mackenzie could run. And it was a relief to her feet to not have to run on the rough pavement of the alley.

Mackenzie cut from one alley to the next, boldly riding towards Willow's house. She was now just one block away from Willow's place! However, things took a turn for the worse when a tinny metallic noise began to ring out from underneath Mackenzie. At first she was afraid she'd dropped her key, but a quick check of her hand confirmed that it was still safely in her hand. Then where was that jingling coming from? The only other metal around was... the very bike she was riding!

In a panic, Mackenzie swung her legs in reverse, hoping to bring the bike to a quick stop and assess what was wrong before things got worse. Unfortunately, that sudden application of stopping power was all it took for the problem to get worse. The bike slowed down marginally, and a sharp metallic sound rang out as something snapped.