Munkin' To The Extreme

About This Story: Alvin is healing in the aftermath of a skateboarding accident. He also has trouble dealing with growing up, and with realizing he has changing feelings for his friend, Brittany. Age-wise they are 12. Contains awkward adolescent angst & drama, as well as mentions of puberty-related stuff throughout. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company.

About This Chapter: Rated PG-13 (T) for a sensual scene, mentions of male and female puberty stuff, and some blood.

Pairings: Alvin/Brittany


9. Progress And Relapse

"Dave?" Alvin looked at his father while being carried up the stairs on Thursday evening.

"What is it, Alvin?" Dave smiled at the boy chipmunk riding on the crook of his left arm. He paused on the landing of the stairs.

"Thanks for giving me a lift up and down the stairs." Alvin continued. "But could you please drop me off once we get to the top of the stairs? I kinda wanna walk from there to my bed, if that's OK."

"Sure, son!" Dave knelt and lowered Alvin onto the floor when they reached the top of the stairs. "It's nice to see that you can walk around some on your own. I'm glad you could join the rest of the family for dinner, tonight. You're making good progress in your recovery." He smiled.

Alvin turned around to face him and smiled, slightly fidgeting with his bathrobe. "Thanks, Dave! Even though it was kinda weird going commando to a family dinner, with all seven of us. Which reminds me - I might wanna try wearing pants tomorrow." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, but maintained eye contact, even under the bill of his hat. He couldn't put his finger on exactly why he felt nervous talking to Dave about something so simple.

Dave leaned against his elbow on his knee as if considering the request. "If you're ready tomorrow, I'll see what we can do, then. Or maybe I'll ask the doctor if it's OK. I'll admit, I'm a little hesitant to rush anything. Your private parts are extra sensitive right now, and I worry that you may still bleed because of your injury, especially if your pants are too constricting. And since your body is starting to grow and change, I don't want to risk any more injury to such a sensitive part of your body."

"...And...there it is..." Alvin thought as he cringed. "Dave, I get it. We'll just wait and see how I'm feeling tomorrow morning."

"OK," Dave nodded with concern as he stood upright. "I'll let you walk yourself to bed so you can rest. I'll be up there later with a fresh towel and a new ice pack." He turned to go back downstairs.

"Thanks, Dave!" Alvin waved. Once he was gone, Alvin sighed, "Whew! I thought he would never shut up about that." Alvin turned towards his bedroom door and thought, while rolling his eyes, "How is it Dave can turn every private conversation I have with him into a conversation about my privates? Or the fact that I'm going through puberty? He makes puberty sound like the process of changing from a chipmunk into a fairy princess! Can he be any more embarrassing?...!" He shook his head and took a few slow steps by himself.

He suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise as he turned to see who was there.

"Sorry to sneak up on you like that, Alvin." Brittany giggled. "But I see your reflexes are working. A little rusty, but working."

"Gah! Brittany!" He sighed with relief. "You almost made me wet my pants, and you know I'm not wearing any. You sure know how to be stealthy and sneaky." He smiled. "I know I'll laugh harder about it one day, when it no longer hurts to pee."

"Again, sorry about that." Brittany smiled. "I thought you were tired of being treated different because of your injury."

"That's cool." Alvin nodded. "So considerate of you, Britt."

"Careful, Alvin..." She began, "Given your injury, isn't roaming around a rough neighborhood - like this hallway - in a bathrobe a way of 'asking for it'? Sounds like you could use the protection of a strong, independent woman walking you back to bed." She winked at him.

Alvin chuckled. "I'd definitely appreciate the company, if you wanna walk with me and hang out a little afterwards."

He took a few steps, walking close enough to her that when he "casually" swung his left hand, it brushed against her right hand. She accepted that as an invitation, taking hold of his hand, even interlacing her fingers with his. They walked in silence for a ways, but it wasn't awkward.

Brittany thought, "His hand is as warm and friendly, kinda protective, as I remember from yesterday. And I think his hands are bigger than my hands. Wait, is he taller than me? No, not quite, I think we're about the same height, but I have on flat shoes and he's barefoot. Is he catching up to me? I kinda remember from reading that book that he's due for a growth spurt sometime in the next few years..."

Alvin's heart skipped a beat as she held his hand. "Wow...Brittany's hand is as soft as it was yesterday. Once you get past the claws - how I used to think of those perfectly manicured nails - she seems sweet and caring. Now I see why everyone loves her! Wait...am I one of those people? Do I love her? Am I even - dare I think - falling in love with Brittany? Am I delusional from the injury or is this puberty thing starting to mess with my head? Speaking of puberty, I sure hope she didn't overhear too much of what Dave said..."

Alvin paused right outside of the boys' bedroom. "Uh, Britt, just a quick question, but how long have you been upstairs before you snuck up on me?"

She glanced over at him. "Well, I came up to use Dave's bathroom earlier, since the downstairs bathroom was occupied. While I was leaving Dave's room, I thought I heard you and Dave talking at the top of the stairs. But I mostly just heard voices. Don't worry, I didn't hear the part about you wanting to wear your big-boy pants, but Dave worrying it would be too tight for certain 'growing body parts'." She suppressed a giggle.

Alvin slapped his face with his free right hand. "Ugh! Sorry you had to hear that. Dave's latest obsession is trying to rub embarrassing stuff in my face, while my latest obsession is trying to avoid that, since it's making me break out a little. You're lucky you're a girl and you can wear makeup for that, but not like you need to or anything..." As he opened the bedroom door, he thought, "Where am I going with this? Why am I telling her about this? Am I asking Brittany if she'll give me a make-over?"

"It's OK, Alvin, I don't feel like bragging about overhearing that conversation." Brittany gave his hand a squeeze. "Being a girl isn't as easy as you'd think - remember last year? I was kinda clueless when I hit womanhood, and so was Dave when he found out. He even went crying to Julie and was begging her to help me! Poor Dave just wasn't prepared at all for girl puberty as a single dad-figure, realizing he needed to provide for three girls as well as three boys. And the makeup thing?" She sighed. "Sometimes it's a challenge for me to find cosmetics that don't irritate my sensitive skin and make me break out more. I even used to think my life would be easier if I was you, or any guy, instead of me. But this week, I've seen that it's no picnic for you, or any other guy, either."

She shrugged as she entered the bedroom with him. She started walking more in the direction of the beds, but she realized Alvin had stopped in his tracks right inside the doorway. She glanced at him, hoping he was OK in light of his injury. "Alvin?" She asked. "Can you make it to your bed, OK?"

Alvin looked like he had been staring at the window overlooking the front yard, but he quickly glanced back at her. "Oh, sorry, Britt, I was listening to you, and agreeing that growing up is crazy-weird and awkward for everyone... But would you look at that beautiful sunset! I feel like I've been cooped up inside for so long." He started walking in the direction of the front window, and pulling Brittany by the hand with him. "Wanna come look out the window with me?"

"OK," she followed close beside him. "It is a nice evening, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Once Alvin reached the window, he released Brittany's hand so he could unlatch the window, and lift it open. He looked outside and inhaled the fresh air. "I almost forgot what outside smelled like. I know this is gonna sound lame, but I'm really glad you can be here with me to enjoy this moment."

Brittany agreed. "For sure! If I've learned anything new from your accident and injury, it's that I've gotten to know a different side of you, and that I enjoy hanging out with you."

"I know!" Alvin smiled at her. "I'm so glad we're such good friends again. I don't think we've been this close or this comfortable with each other since Kindergarten."

He seemed perky and happy to Brittany, and his eyes looked bright, but whenever he talked he sounded worn out or dehydrated to her. It was almost like one of those people getting over bronchitis, where it hurts the ears of those listening to them a little more than it hurts the convalescent person's throat. Brittany nodded as if reminiscing. "Maybe it was because Ian told us Chipettes that we shouldn't trust you guys. But nothing seems to bring kids together like telling them that they aren't allowed to hang out and be friends."

"I hear that." Alvin agreed. "I usually want to stay away from you if Dave tells me to 'play nice with Brittany', but as soon as he separates us for not getting along, that's usually the point where I wanna hang out with you again, and even, as Dave still says, 'make nice' with you."

Their eyes met and they shared a smile for a few moments, before Alvin asked, "How about some music?"

"OK." Brittany smiled.

Alvin reached in the pocket of his bathrobe and pulled out his phone. He swiped the screen of his phone for a few short moments before some smooth instrumental music was heard. After replacing his phone in his pocket, Alvin clapped his hands twice next to his face, then extended one hand out to Brittany. "May I have this dance, M'Lady?" He winked with a smile.

Brittany giggled and accepted his offered hand. "I'd be delighted, Sir."

As Alvin pulled her close, he added a wink. "Is it appropriate for you to call me 'Sir' when you're older than me?"

"What would you prefer I call you?" She chuckled as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him close. "Since you called me 'M'Lady', should I call you 'M'Gentleman', 'M'Dude', 'M'Homie', 'M'Boy', 'M'Man', 'M'Munk', or 'M'Hunk'?"

"Oh, Britt, I just like to give you a hard time. You know that." He chuckled as he placed his hands on Brittany's waist and held her close. "But I am kinda diggin' 'M'Munk' and 'M'Hunk'."

"How about 'M'Hunky-Munk'?" Brittany rested her chin on Alvin's left shoulder, while she tilted her head slightly to the left, gently nuzzling against the side of his head. She thought, "Whoa! Did I just call Alvin a 'hunk'? Well, he is very athletic, and his shoulders feel kinda muscular. Oh my gosh! I think Alvin is cute! And he smells kinda musky and manly. He's even - dare I think - kinda hot. Wait a minute...am I what they call 'in heat'? Are my hormones just messing with my head? I forget what time of the month it is for me, I've been doing all this for a whole year, while Alvin has been busy skateboarding and playing video games, and other kid stuff. I guess he's still a kid, but it's hard to tell sometimes. Is that wrong for me to like a guy who is younger or less mature than me?" Out loud, she asked, "I'm hoping the fact that I'm a few minutes older isn't gonna be a problem."

"Are you kidding?" Alvin stopped dancing after a few minutes while he returned her affectionate nuzzle. "I kinda have a thing for older women!" As he hugged her, he thought, "Whoa! Her hair smells good. I could hold her in a hug like this all day! Oh, beauty, thy name is Brittany! Wow...I do love her! Should I tell her? Or would that freak her out if I said it too soon? And how should I tell her?..."

Brittany realized Alvin stopped dancing, so she just stood there and hugged him. She let her hands rub his shoulders and his back. "Oh, Alvin..." Her left hand caressed the back of his neck, while her right hand stroked gently downward along his spine until it reached his mid-back. Once there, she used it to apply a few gentle pats and rubs. Since she knew it would not be appropriate to give any kind of affection or a "healing touch" to the area she knew needed it, she hoped maybe just gently stroking his back would somehow "transfer" the empathy to where it was most needed.

Meanwhile, Alvin moved his hands in different directions from the back of Brittany's waist, along her spine as well. His right hand found a niche to hold her, still on the small of her back, but right before her tail began. He figured Dave would probably kill him if he knew where his hand was resting - for sure if he went any lower - but thought to himself that it would be worth the risk. He took note of how her tail was up, and the tip of it was twitching back and forth in a sweetly alluring manner. His left hand followed her spine upwards, as if following where her tail was pointing, and he also wanted to return the favor of caressing her neck. "Oh, Brittany..." He sighed in a voice that was - surprisingly, to both of them - smooth and nearly an octave lower than his usual voice.

Feeling brave, he wanted to continue and declare his love for her, but his left hand suddenly "tripped" on something on the way up to Brittany's neck. He tried to play it casual by rubbing and stroking her back in that spot, but he just couldn't get it out of his mind. He thought to himself, "Oh my gosh! This is her bra! How long has she been wearing a bra? Why am I just now noticing? I wonder if she really 'needs' to wear one, or if she just wears it because she thinks she needs it..." As a way of "testing" his last thought, he pressed his own chest more into hers, slightly rubbing into her as he did so. He smiled in elation to himself. "Wow! This is what the front of it feels like! 'Her cups runneth over!' Oh, baby! I can even feel her heart beating. Or is that just my heartbeat 'echoing' through the mountains?"

Brittany was enjoying this moment as much as Alvin was. It was the deepest feeling of intimacy either of them had experienced at this point in their lives - a make-out session using the rest of their bodies from the waist up instead of their mouths. Or even - dare they both think this - a way of mating while wearing clothes?

Brittany debated opening her eyes for a few moments. When she finally did, she noticed Alvin's tail was pointing straight up and the tip was twitching happily. He was cute! She realized she loved him, and was actually continuing to fall in love with him as more than just a friend. She closed her eyes again, and nuzzled her cheek against his for a brief moment before pecking a kiss there. Feeling somewhat brave herself, she decided to lean into Alvin's hug with her full body. She extended her right leg so that it rubbed against his left leg, and so that her calf rubbed against his knee. She even stepped out of her flat shoe, allowing her bare ankle and foot to caress the back and side of his calf. The fur on his leg was a little coarser than she remembered, but she found it very masculine, and liked how it enhanced his animal magnetism. Closing the gap that was left between the two of them, Brittany tilted her pelvis more against his. She could even feel the beginning of his sudden and intense erection.

"OH! OWW!" Alvin suddenly let go of Brittany and crumpled onto the floor in pain. He curled up in a ball once there.

Brittany knelt down to join him as her right foot was reunited with its shoe. "Oh, Alvin, I'm so sorry! For a moment there, I forgot all about your injury, I swear. Are you OK?" She rubbed his left shoulder.

Alvin groaned, "It's alright, Britt. I'll be OK." He reached into his robe pocket for his phone to turn off the music. Once it was off, he pulled himself up onto all fours, continuing to cringe as he tried to stand.

"Are you sure?" Brittany attempted to help him up by the left arm, but as soon as she pulled him to a standing position, he crumpled over again.

"Oh, no..." He motioned with a nod of his head to a spot of fresh blood on the floor about four inches across. He groaned again, as if he were about to start crying.

"Oh, Alvin..." Brittany continued to rub his left shoulder. "What should I do? Should I go get Dave?"

"I guess..." Alvin gasped while starting to rock back and forth, clutching his knees to his stomach.

Brittany stood up to run out of the room to get help.

"Brittany, wait!" Alvin used his left hand to grab her by the left ankle.

"What is it, Alvin?" She turned back, placing a hand on his left shoulder again.

He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, still grimacing from the pain. He held up the palm of his right hand, with his fingers spread out, except for the middle finger and ring finger, which were curled over and tucked next to his palm, in the abbreviated sign-language symbol for "I love you". Before bursting into tears, he cried out, "I love you, Brittany!"

Brittany gasped and blinked for a moment. She patted his left shoulder again, and leaned her forehead against his. "Alvin, I love you, too. But I need to go get help before you need a blood transfusion, OK?" She pecked another kiss on his left cheek before standing up. "You're gonna make it though this, OK, Sweetie?"

Alvin watched her run to the bedroom door, open it, and scream, "DAVE! HURRY! ALVIN NEEDS YOU! HE'S BLEEDING AGAIN!" He curled up on all fours again before he blacked out from the pain.

Dave ran up the stairs as fast as he could, bringing two fresh towels and an ice pack. "Brittany! I was wondering where you were. Where's Alvin?"

She pointed toward the front bedroom window where Alvin was curled up and passed out on the floor in his red bathrobe.

Dave muttered a quick, "Thank you" to her, before stepping toward Alvin and kneeling on the floor beside his unconscious son. "Alvin?" Dave placed a hand on Alvin's back, then picked him up. "Let's get you back in bed." He carried Alvin to his bed, as the other four chipmunks poked their heads in the door, sporting both curiosity and concern.

Simon and Theodore rushed behind the partition to see if there was anything they needed to do. Jeanette and Eleanor stayed with Brittany near the door with confused looks on their faces. After a few minutes, Theodore left the partition with Alvin's red bathrobe folded up in one arm. Simon followed close behind him. They quietly motioned for the girls to meet them in the hall. Simon shut the bedroom door behind the five of them.

"What happened?" Jeanette looked at Brittany, who had a nervous look on her face, then looked at Simon, who just shrugged, rolled his eyes, and shook his head.

"I thought Alvin was getting better." Eleanor shrugged. "Did he relapse or something?" She glanced at Brittany. "What did you do to him?"

"It-it-it...was an accident." Brittany stammered, looking down at the floor. "I forgot about his injury for a moment there. I gave him a hug, and I must've squeezed him too tight. I-I-I'm so sorry it hurt him." Tears started forming and spilling from her eyes.

Simon placed a hand on her right shoulder. "It'll be OK, Britt. He was starting to regain consciousness when Theo and I got there. Dave got his injury wrapped up, and gave him a tablet of his pain meds. He's already stopped bleeding, and he's resting now. Dave is gonna stay with him for a while, and Theo is gonna take his bathrobe to the basement to get washed, and I'm about to clean up the mess he left on the floor. We're about to get ready for bed, but we can walk you girls out through the front door, just so Alvin can rest."

As they headed down the stairs, Theodore looked over at Brittany. "I thought hugs were good for you. How could it hurt Alvin if you were just giving him a hug?"

Brittany didn't really know how to explain it to innocent little Theodore, and didn't really want to try. "Uhh...well..." She started to explain.

"Here..." Eleanor demonstrated on Theodore by putting her arm around his shoulders and giving him a light hug. "That doesn't hurt, does it?"

Theodore shook his head. "No, that feels good."

"Exactly." Eleanor continued, standing right in front of Theodore. "What about this?" She wrapped both arms around his shoulders, giving him a bear-hug that was strong enough to lift him off his feet as she continued to squeeze him a few moments.

Theodore gasped. "OK, Ellie, I love you, too, but I can't breathe."

She gently set him down and released her vice-grip on him. "Sorry, Theo."

The others laughed.

Eleanor explained while she patted Theodore's back, "I learned how to do that from the master bear-hugger right here."


A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating this story. I was on a church mission trip to Costa Rica. I will try to make up for that by posting 2 chapters today, if possible. When Brittany asks if he could use the protection of a "strong, independent woman", I got that from the Nickelodeon cartoon episode "Lights, Camera...Uh-Oh!" The "M'Lady" discussion is loosely from the episode "Don Juan Theodoro".