How odd it is, being a chipmunk. Even stranger, being a FAMOUS chipmunk.

If anyone would know this, it'd be Alvin. All throughout the year, he'd have the hots for Brittany, even if he showed it by constantly messing with her. Yeah, she could be annoying, but she had an awesome sweet side that only made him want her more.

But every year, recently, when springtime rolled about, those thoughts changed. Instead of just hugging in bed or on the couch, he imagined her body beneath his, convulsing, sweaty, clinging tightly to his as he pounded her brains out and reveled in her screams of ecstasy. But, it was Brittany, his own girlfriend, so why complain?

The odd part, was when those thoughts changed. Sometimes, he was thinking of Jeanette. Or Eleanor. Or, even stranger, his own brothers!

At this time of year, he had started hiding himself away, trying his best to not be caught when his mind was bombarded with those thoughts. Why would he imagine rutting his brothers girlfriends...?


Springtime. Again. Alvin sighed, collapsing in his bed, smothering his face in the bright red pillow. Once again, he was stuck, thinking of having the girls pinned under his, or even above. The worst part had to be the way his body reacted. Positively. Encouraging him. Egging him on to make those thoughts a reality.

"Stop..." he groaned, grasping at his ears and yanking them down, letting out a frustrated growl as he rolled over onto his back. "What to do...? Not like I can talk to anyone about this." He said to himself. "Simon will freak, Theo won't know what I'm talking about, and the girls..." He stopped himself, deciding it would be better to not think of them any more than he already had. Alvin's ears twitched as he heard the door handle click, followed by the slight squeak of the door opening, accompanied by the sound of paws on the wooden floor.

"Hey, who's there?" He asks, rolling onto his belly before standing up, going to the edge of his bed, checking the ladder. Bad choice. Simon's head crashed into his, making him fall back on the blanket, holding his head as it throbbed in pain.

Simon did the same, cursing under his breath as he tried to rub away the aching sensation. "Jeez, Alvin, I'll knock next time." He says sarcastically, giving Alvin an irritated glare. "You're the one who was coming on my bed! You can at least try to say you're gonna do that!" Alvin countered, to which Simon just rolled his eyes. "I came to check on you." He spoke once the waves of pain had faded. "You've made a recluse of yourself seven times this week, and that was just in the past three days." Simon continued. "Not to mention you've done the same thing for the past two years. Always when spring comes by, you try to disappear."

"Maybe I just want some time alone, huh? You know, go somewhere I won't be headbutted." Alvin huffed. Simon just sighed, then sat himself down in front of Alvin. "If there's something wrong, you can tell me. I'd rather help you than watch you act so strange again." He insisted. Alvin's gaze eased up a little. "Si... If I tell you, you have to swear that you won't tell anyone else." Alvin said, grabbing hold of Simon's jacket, gripping it firmly in his paws. "Er... A-Alright, go ahead." Simon said, pushing out of Alvin's hold.


Simon's mouth hung agape for a while, his wide-eyed stare not breaking from Alvin for a good few minutes. "I... Yeah, this was a bad idea." Alvin says as he gently shakes Simon's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry, but that's how it's been for me. I just can't control it."

"I... Would have much rathered you used less detail." Simon managed to say, removing his glasses, habitually wiping them on his sleeve. "Especially the parts about Jeanette." He added, a hint of venom in his tone as he put his glasses back on. The hostility faded, though, when he looked to Alvin's face. There was... genuine confusion. Even more than usual. "Look, Alvin..." He starts, scooting to Alvin's side, gently putting a paw on his shoulder. "It... happens to all of us."

"...You think about fucking Bri-"

"Alvin, language." Simon interrupted.

A smile was forming on Alvin's face. "Go on." He says, gesturing for Simon to continue. Simon wrinkled his nose a little, then nodded. 'It's for his own good...' he thought, taking a deep breath. "Springtime is simply the time of year when chipmunks are ready for... well, procreation." he says. Noticing Alvin's blank stare, he let out a heavy breath. "In laymen's terms, it's when our body's want to fuck." He speaks quickly, cheeks almost noticeably burning with a blush. What a vulgar term...

"Simon! Language!" Alvin joked, giving him a playful push. "So, these thoughts are all normal, right? And you said we ALL have them?"

"N-Now Alvin, don't you start! I know that look and whatever you're thinking won't end well for anyone!" Simon says, getting to his feet. Alvin was already ahead of him, sliding down the ladder. "Don't worry, Si! This should be good for all six of us!" He says, heading for the door. He yelped as Simon tackled him, having leapt off the top bunk to pin him down.

Simon's glare was definitely weakened by his blush. "Alvin, I know exactly what you're thinking." He says, not letting Alvin go. "If you're going to even THINK about bringing this up with the others, it won't end well!"

"Aw, come on. Who's more persuasive than me?" Alvin asks slyly, looking off to the side, giving Simon a sly smirk. "Don't worry about it, I'll just make an offer no one can refuse, and we'll be golden! Everyone's gonna benefit, and you'll have to thank me~"


Not too long after, Alvin had all six chipmunks rallied into the living room, all sitting on the couch. He wasted no time in explaining, and, of course, it resulted just how anyone could guess.

"Of all the dumbest, grossest, straight up WRONG things you've come up with, Alvin, this tops them all!"

Alvin was cowering behind a pillow, shielding himself from his girlfriend's sudden wrath. "It was just a suggestion, Britt! Calm down!"

"Calm down? Calm down!? You're... You're... You're sick!" Brittany shouted, her claws scratching uselessly against the tough pillow Alvin hid under. "How can you even THINK any of us would want to do that?" She growled, giving up on her assault.

Slowly but surely, Alvin emerged from behind the pillow, giving a wary glance to Brittany before scampering to the other end of the couch, clearing his throat. "Okay. So, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was saying that since all of us end up thinking this stuff, we should just go with it!" He says, arms outstretched for any kind of agreement. "Think about it. We've known each other for years. We're closer friends than anyone around! And, more importantly, it's not like anyone else would give us this chance."

She opened her mouth, but was interrupted. "He... kinda does have a point, Brittany..." came Jeanette's soft voice from on top of the couch, having rushed there to avoid getting run over by her angry sister. When Brittany turned her heated gaze onto her, Jeanette cowered slightly, but stayed in place. "We're the only chipmunks around... And I'm not sure i can handle another year trying to stave it off by myself." She spoke, her eyes naturally going over to Simon's perch on the couch's arm.

"And, by nature... we'd have found multiple mates." She concluded, paws resting atop her soft purple skirt. Brittany's anger faded to confusion. "You'd... want to do it so... openly?" She asks. Jeanette could only muster a light nod in response, remaining quiet.

Eleanor chimed in next. She was nestled against a pillow with Theodore, her paw clasped tightly around his foot. Alvin's proposal had caused her to blush heavily, staying close to her significant other. "If everyone here is okay with it... Then why not? I mean, it's not like we're gonna be performing any time soon. Why not have some fun in the meantime?" She speaks, trying her best to stay positive about the awkward situation. Theodore only nodded in agreement, ready to agree with Ellie on almost anything.

Brittany let out a heavy sigh, then looked back at Alvin, causing him to flinch. "Okay, Alvin... If we go through with this... What's in it for us?"

"What do you mean? All six of us banging each other like no tomorrow ins't enough?" This caused Brittany to pounce on top of him. "Listen up, you playboy wannabe. I'm not about to go all out and probably get pregnant just because I'm horny. So, there better be some kind of payoff." She growled, her eyes locked firmly with his. Alvin gulped. "J-Jeez, Britt. You sure can make your point." He says, gently pushing her off. "Fine, when it's all said and done... I'll do ONE embarrassing thing. And I mean ONE." Alvin says. "And you guys can decide what it is."

"Deal."

Alvin blinked in surprise, it wasn't every day they all agreed on something. "W-Wait, what?"

"You wanna swing, lover boy? You got it. You're just gonna have to pay for it too." Brittany says, a grin spreading on her face.

"Oh joy..." Alvin mumbled as his ears lay flat on his head.


"So, uh, we all know Dave's gonna be out for a good while." Simon spoke. They had relocated back to their shared bedroom, all congregated on Theodore's bottom bunk bed. Simon was in the middle, sitting on an open notebook, everyone's names being signed in agreement. "To recap, we'll all be... enjoying each other. But, to keep everything simple, us guys will only release inside our mates, and use the protection I made for everything else." He spoke, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and producing said protection, placing them on top of the notebook.

"Hold on, you have... protection? For our size?" Alvin interrupted, wrinkling his nose. "How? And how would you know how big to make them?"

Simon sighed. "Because a scientist is ready for any situation, my dear older brother." Simon replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "And it'd be somewhat illegal for me to try making pills, so let's not dwell on it."

"So, why did we write down our names?" Theodore asked, timid as ever. "It is simply a sign of our commitment to each other, Theodore. Nothing more." Simon responded. "If there are no other questions, then I believe we can just get started. I suggest we save our significant others for last, as I only had enough material to make six condoms total." He adds.

The other five traded nervous glances. How well would this work...?

"Well..." Alvin says, breaking the silence as he gets up to his feet. "Simon's somehow made condoms for us, so, without further delay... Let's Get Munked!"

He received a collective groan from the others as the group broke apart, each of the guys retrieving their two condoms. Simon left out with Eleanor, Theodore with Brittany(who gave Alvin a dark glare). "Hurt her and I hurt you." it said. Alvin winced, his gaze going to Jeanette, who remained seated on the bed, watching Simon go.

Today was going to be a long one...


A/N

Aaaand there we go. I do hope you guys will enjoy this little series, because I plan on making it as amazing as possible. :P Leave a review if ya wanna, and remember to make puns responsibly!

KRS, Out!