I told you I couldn't let go of my series. I guess I just like furry CGI chipmunks better than the less-furrier cartoon chipmunks.
Brittany didn't know why she even agreed to do this. This life, the attention, was all behind her now. She didn't even know if she remembered how to do this, singing on stage, getting cheers, sign autographs, and all that stuff. She was twenty-four years old as a chipmunk, happily mated with eight children, and treated like a high queen by her mate. She couldn't ask for more.
And now that Ally was fourteen, happy with her boyfriend, Stanley, these teenage attitudes have covered the once sweet, innocent, girl. Not that Brittany had any problems with her, no. She was stable, she loved her parents, and she showed no signs of rebellion. She even considered her mother as her best friend.
But since they were best friends, competitions couldn't be avoided. Childish competitions between Brittany and her daughter. Everything about their unique mother-daughter relationship made Brittany feel like a teenager, which she was five years ago in chipmunk age. She felt free and alive, that's one of the reasons why she liked Ally. Despite their usual competitions that started when she turned thirteen, Brittany loved Ally, just as much as she loved Alvin, AJ, Alienelle, Bryon, April, Alyssa, Alice, and Aileen. Family was all she had, and she never imagined her life being this great. And it all started with Alvin, her world, her rock, the center of her universe, her charming and dashing mate.
The cheers outside brought Brittany back to reality. She frowned again, then sighed. She was going to perform, and hopefully, for the last time. It was Ally who talked her into this, another one of their childish competitions. But it can't be that bad, right? It was just this once.
Alvin was sitting beside her in the dressing room. He had that smile which she always adored. He was wearing an open and unzipped black jacket with nothing underneath, showing his fur, from chest to stomach. Brittany bit her lip, fighting the urge to run her tongue along his soft, silky fur, then mate with him again and again. Mating season was already only six days away, but she already felt its effects. She felt her mouth water at the sight of him. She shook her head and look away. There were kids in the dressing room, and she wouldn't like them seeing their mother drooling all over her mate.
As Brittany did stood in front of the human-sized mirror in the dressing room, she saw Alvin's reflection moving closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She gasped. Since last week, every part of her body became sensitive to Alvin's touch, especially her neck, chest, stomach, waist, and thighs.
She closed her eyes, feeling his touch. She felt his lips against her neck, making her feel tingles all over her body. She moaned. "Alvin, if you do that on stage, I'm going to mate with you in front of thousands of people. And believe me, I will." Her threat was seductive.
Alvin did it again, and pressed his hip against her backside. She could feel his fur. Darn, this chipmunk was so arousing. "If you don't stop being beautiful, I'll have to mate with you right here, right now, and we can forget about the show. But I know Dave and Simon wouldn't be happy about that."
Brittany blushed and giggled like a school girl. Alvin reached for her hair and set aside her bangs, so it didn't cover her left eye.
Alvin's paw moved up to her chest, pulling her closer to him. Brittany breathed, fighting the desire that was clenching in her stomach. As Alvin moved his mouth closer to her ear, she could feel his breath. Her ear flinched in sensitivity. He smelled of jasmine shampoo, and Brittany's favorite Alvin scent.
"You are so beautiful," Alvin said in a soft voice, looking at her face through the mirror. She was wearing a pink dress with glitters all over, the one she used in the International Music Awards. Her hair was neatly done and tied to a ponytail. And since Alvin liked her soft, cuddly, and fluffy, she rarely trimmed her fur. Sometimes, she never trimmed her fur at all. She was furry and fluffy, just like Alvin wanted her to be.
Through the mirror, she noticed one of Alvin's paw was clenched into a fist. As if noticing her curiosity, Alvin opened up his paw, revealing a small, pink gem tied with strings. Another necklace? She smiled, and her heart melt.
"Wow, Alvin. Is that for me?" She asked.
The necklace looked like a pink sapphire, a color lighter than the garnet necklace Alvin gave her years ago. It was beautiful, and it was shaped into a heart. But unlike the first garnet necklace, there was no engraving, no names written, no "AlvinXBrittany" forever. Nothing. It was just a plain, pink gem tied into a string.
"Of course it's for you. Who else would I give this to?" Alvin released her. He untied the strings, and carefully, he tied the necklace around her neck. She smiled and took it in her paw and looked at the gem. Sure enough, there weren't any names written.
"Alvin,... I... I thought you were going to engrave our names on the gem. Like the first necklace you gave me," She asked.
Alvin wrapped his arms around her and smiled through the mirror. "Because, look how big our love is, Brittany. Do you think it'll fit in one, small gem?"
Oh? That was cheesy. Since when did Alvin like cheesy? But that didn't matter. Alvin gave her a gift again, and she loved it. She spun around and kissed him madly on the lips. When they pulled out, they were breathless. "Alvin, it's beautiful! Thank you!"
She nuzzled against his neck, finding his scent effectively arousing. Oh, if it weren't for the people inside the dressing room, she'd mate with him right here, right now.
"I have a surprise for you, so don't thank me yet." Alvin whispered.
Oh?
"Alvin, you've done enough for me already. You've made my life better than I wanted it to be. You've made me so happy all these years. I love you so much, I don't know if I can express it." If Alvin kept this up, the dam in her heart might overflow. This love was too much. Oh, she needed to express it now. She needed to mate with him now.
Alvin hugged her back and kissed her forehead. "I love you so much too. And you deserve everything I give." He gave her a contagious smile. Oh, Brittany would just love to bite those lips. "So, are you ready for your last performance?"
"I am. As long as you'll be with me, right?"
Alvin kissed her on the forehead again. "Of course I'll be with you. I'll be right beside you, Britt."
"Thank you."
Another kiss on the forehead. "Now, you better talk to Ally. She talked you into this, right?"
Brittany nodded. She watched as Alvin let go of her and left. Darn it, she really wanted to mate with him. She was aroused, ready, excited, and the wetness between her legs told her so. She just hoped her scent wouldn't come out yet. Not with all the people.
At one side of the dressing room, Ally was just sitting there, staring blankly at Stanley as he talked to his father. But when Brittany looked closer, she realized Ally wasn't just staring at him. Her paw was on her chin while her fingers caressed her lips and tongue, staring wide-eyed at Stanley. Brittany's eyes darted to her daughter's other paw, which was... oh, God... under her skirt.
Ally was fantasizing about Stanley! Brittany placed her paw over her mouth. Was Ally's virginity still intact?
Brittany forced herself to calm down and walk towards her. When she came up behind her, Brittany placed her paw on Ally's shoulder. Instantly, she gasped and moaned at the same time. Ally was starting to get sensitive. This means the first stages of heat were beginning to take effect on her.
"Sorry, Ally. Didn't mean to startle you," Brittany said.
Ally's other paw moved away from her skirt. The fur was moist. Ally was touching herself already? "No, it's alright, mom."
Oh, that's right. Ally and Alienelle didn't call her 'mommy' anymore. Now it was just a plain 'mom.' They grow up so fast. Ally was growing up so fast. Brittany knew the first stages of the estrous cycle was already beginning to take effect on Ally. One symptom was the sensitivity, the way she gasped and then moaned erotically. Brittany brought up the subject.
"How are you feeling?" Brittany asked.
For a moment, Ally didn't answer. "I... I don't know, mom. D-... different. I just don't feel normal. Don't call Beatrice, please."
Brittany sympathetically patted on her daughter's shoulder. She tensed. "It's alright, Ally. I know how you're feeling. Sensitive, am I right?"
Ally looked into her eyes. Hazel-brown meets sapphire blue. "Nelle feels it too. Do you?"
Brittany nodded slowly. "I feel it, Ally. I feel sensitive, just like you. You're having thoughts about Stanley, aren't you?"
Surprise took over Ally's expression. "Wh- what? H- How'd you know?"
She smiled and chuckled, amused. "It's spring, Ally. We're females, and we're almost in heat. You, Alienelle, Serene, and everyone girls your age are going to experience your first mating season."
Ally gasped, her eyebrows arched ridiculously at her. "What?! Mating season? B-but, mom,... I'm... I'm not even ready to... you know... mate yet."
Brittany knew that would her daughter's reaction. She knows how Ally feels. She wants to be touched, but she feels like she has to be. She has thoughts about Stanley, just as Brittany had thoughts about Alvin during their first mating season. Brittany turned seriously at her daughter.
"Ally, you might be saying that now. But this is just the first stage. It'll start getting worse soon, and you might feel like you'll die just to mate with Stanley, or anyone else."
Ally arched a brow. "Anyone else?"
She nodded. "If you hold it in you, you'll find yourself wanting the closest male you can get your paws on."
Brittany felt Ally reach for her paw, a nervous gesture. She squeezed it tightly. "Oh, no." She sounded scared. "Mom, what should I do?"
"What you want. You'll know it later." Brittany motioned to leave. She stopped and looked at her. "Oh, and your father and I talked. We approve Stanley. He's making you happy. If you want him, it's fine with us."
. . . . . . .
The performance was another blast, and just as I remember it, the crowd was more attentive to me than my sisters. I can't believe I missed all this attention. The old Chipette fans were there and they all welcomed us. Even Beatrice was there, front row seat, cheering at us. We had a nice voice, I can say that. Jeanette and Eleanor still did a good job harmonizing with my voice. It was just like old times.
And when Alvin lifted me up in the air in our finale, I could have sworn he was staring right under my skirt. Oh, Alvie, Alvie, Alvie. You just couldn't help yourself, can you?
When the performance was over, I was sweaty and my fur was damp. I had to take a shower. All the attention was making me tired, and it doesn't satisfy me as much as Alvin. I'm never going to perform again. I don't want to be the center of attraction. I want to be Alvin's center of attraction.
I walk into the bathroom, Alvin right behind me. He closes the door and locks it, leaving us with privacy. This walls around us, plus the feeling that we are alone inspired the desire in me. I notice that I am wet between my legs, and I started to smell my scent in the air. Oh, yes.
Alvin smells it and smiles at me. Oh, I love that smile so much. It makes me want him so bad. He kisses me hard, and pushes me against the wall of the bathroom. I can feel his desire, his want, his lust for me. The hunger I am always willing to fill, anytime, anywhere, however, whenever. I lick his tongue. He tastes so good, and I find myself wanting more and more, and my scent starts to get strong and gassy.
I feel his erection pressing against my groin. He was hard, not too big, not too small. Not too long, not too short. He's perfect for me. Oh, yes. I want it. Alvin, take me.
I don't want to talk. I don't want to break the kiss. I want more. More of him.
I lift one leg up, and his tip brushes against my sex. I moan loudly in the kiss. He loves to here me moan. I feel him pushing hard against me, sheathing himself inside me. I moan loudly. I am wet, so wet. He sheathes in and out of me, increasing his speed. I follow his rhythm and moan his name in the kiss. His lips parted, and I moan in disappointment. He licks my neck, my cheeks, dampening my fur.
"Oh, Alvin," I moan his name. It was like a prayer to me.
I feel my desire building up, and my stomach clenches in lust. I am building up, climbing, and I feel the pleasure emanate from my groin. I hug him tighter. He hits my sweet, sweet spot, and I feel the sensation begin to fly and build up higher, until finally, I moan his name out loud. I find my release. A mind-blowing, ever so satisfying release. But he doesn't stop. He keeps going faster, moaning my name. I love that sound. I scream harder as I spiral into the sensation again, and again, and again, moaning his name every second.
Finally, with one last trust, he releases inside me, yelling out my name. He stops. I want more, but I can see he's tired. I stop and he slowly eases himself out of me. I nearly fall, tired, exhausted, yet satisfied. He catches me before I hit the ground.
I panted. I smile at him. "Oh, Alvin. You just can't help yourself from me, can you?" I say to him.
"How can I help myself? You get tighter every time we do it. And you're so beautiful."
Oh, Alvin. He always worships me, always treats me like a queen. I love it. I love him. But it is he who deserves to be treated like a god. "Bathe with me?" I ask.
"Of course." He steps toward the shower, but stops and faces me. "Oh, and, by the way. Happy Anniversary, Britt."
The First Person mode was inspired by Fifty Shades.
Let me tell you guys how I feel about the M. I've never felt so free my entire life. I can fully express what I want to happen. I think I'll stick with the M rating for this part of the series.
