Fiana slipped the helmet on, and slid onto the bike behind him, snuggling up close behind the white wolf and hugging him tightly around the midriff. While this might have been for safety, the way she gave a little wriggle as she held him close made the fact that several interesting parts of her anatomy were pressed up against his back. The warm weight on his tail was very comfortable.<br/><br/>Once Fiana had got ready, he winked at his drummer before zooming off into the night.<br/><br/>Ptricia grinned back, as she lay down and Babs slid into the saddle. The harness straps threaded around the bunny's thighs and waist of their own accord, and Ptricia gave a deep throated purr like an industrial hedge trimmer. "Hold on tight!"<br/><br/>She bounded forward, leaping twice her own length, and ran about a hundred metres at  her best sprint before her wings snapped out and hauled her into the air.