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MunkyRob = Haha, I'm glad you like it. I was just... well... I was drunk myself, when I wrote that. Not the beer kind of drunk. You know, out of boredom kind of drunk? Yeah. Haha, anyways, One Direction nearly got sued by Backstreet boys because of the similarities of One Thing and I want it that way.
Alvin
"Brittany, please, don't do that. Not now." Alvin had his paws on the steering wheel, foot on the accelerator, and eyes from the road to Brittany and vice versa. Yep, you can guess, Brittany still drunk. And ever since the alcohol took an effect on her, she's been like the angelic succubus in chipmunk form. If he said Brittany was the queen of seduction, she totally has superpowers when she's drunk. Not literally, of course.
Every now and then, she tried to make a move on him, and it was VERY HARD to resist. A few minutes ago, she even tried to grope his thighs and what's above them, but then he nearly crashed into the side-walk. Keeping a drunk Brittany at bay is a very difficult task, and "Difficult" is just an understatement. It takes a god to resist her seduction, seriously.
Taking his words, Brittany removed her paws from his thighs and placed her fingers on her lips, licking them seductively. Alvin nearly bit his lip just to resist her. He shook his head and he's been doing that ever since they left. He's been in and out of her trance lately, and he doesn't even know if he can take much more of this. If Brittany keeps doing that, then they're going to have to make a quick stop under a tree, go into the back seat, and apologize to Theodore for the mess tomorrow.
Brittany licked her fingertips and looked at him with eyes clear with hunger and desire. "Oh, come on." She pouted as she brought her fingers to his cheek, caressing it. He could feel the dampness of her fingertips. "Mating in Theodore's car?" She licked her lips. "That sounds so romantic."
He shook his head and kept distance from her paw. "Brittany, please..."
"Oh, yes, Alvin. I'll please you, I'll please you to the fullest. I'll please you like I've never pleased you before." She moaned. With her paw on his shoulder, her other paw ran slowly, slithering towards his thighs, groping them again. Alvin felt his arousal, and if her scent comes, then mating will be inevitable. Not that there's any problem with that, but hello? He's driving in case you didn't notice. And Brittany's probably going have a hangover tomorrow, and she won't remember anything.
Brittany grinned again. Alvin fought the urge to look at her instead of the road, but failed. His eyes met hers and there's something about that grin that told him every desire present.
"Come on, Alvin. You know you want it."
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Jeremy
His phone was pressed against his ear as he waited for the response. Though it was a début party for small children, loud party music could be heard and people are unmistakably drinking strong wine despite being in a formal area. He remembered Dave Seville's number alright. Jeremy Smith never forgets. Those numerous digit numbers written on their expulsion papers signed by the pen on his right hand. The way his hand moved, and the sound of the click of the pen's still fresh in his mind. How could he forget? He's a smart student. Heck, he didn't lie to Simon about being the student body president. He WAS the student body president at that time. If Ryan hadn't bribed him, Dr. Rubin never would have seen him in a different way. Impeached from his position, banned from the football team, suspended, and a year later, expelled.
Like he said, this is all Ryan's fault. Jeremy Smith is a smart student, rank 5 in the entire school. And now, instead of skipping the ninth grade and head directly to college, he's living in a rusty apartment building having nothing but booze, pizza, and Thai food.
He sighed as the grip on his phone weakened. His nose caught the smell of the canals, and there were sounds of cats meowing in the dark area behind him. The smell reeks with wastes both human and natural. He doesn't belong here. Heck, if he ever gets the chance to get to Ryan's throat, there'd be no hesitation to draw blood and let the body hit the floor.
And Xanders too. He took part of this. He should have known better than to trust that disrespectful black. Yeah, sure, when they met at third grade, they were best friends. They even had a lot in common, and they both were A+ scoring machines. In Seventh grade, they transferred to West Eastman, and the same - Best friends, high scores, Xanders was even the quarterback on the football team. They were best of friends back then. But then that was until Ryan came along in the eighth grade. Influence was all it took to turn Xanders into a heartless monster. From brains to brawn, Ryan shaped him. From top A+ scorer to assistant school bully. Yep, it's a wonderful world, isn't it? Sarcastically speaking of course.
"Oh, you're looking for Dave Seville? Sorry, just can't hear you with all this music." A woman answered the phone. She wasn't that old. Probably in her late twenties or early thirties. "Anyway, the party's almost done and the kids are nearly drained, so Dave's keeping them in the limousine while we get ready to leave. But if it's really urgent, I could pass you on to him."
Oh, it's urgent alright, he thought. "Yes, please."
"Okay. Give me a minute or two."
"Alright. And if you ever-" Suddenly, he was interrupted by a soft folded cloth against his mouth. An arm gripped his neck hard, and it was hard to breath. He struggled to fight back, but all he sensed was a soft grunt and his phone hitting the solid ground.
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Claire had Dave's phone on pressed between her fingers as she walked down towards the hallway of the ship. Finally, it was about time for Dave and Ian to realized that the début was turning into some kind of wild college party. If Brittany hadn't been drinking, she and Alvin would've put a stop to this.
She could hear the metal crust of the ship as she stepped forward with her high-heeled sandals. Finally reaching the steps, he followed the path and stepped down. The moon was full and the clouds in the sky could barely cover its bright glow. The sound of the waves splashing calmly against the rock-hard docks could be heard as she made her way down the steps. Outside, numerous cars were parked. Though there was a huge crowd when they came, the outside looks practically empty now. There were cars parked in the parking lot, but the limo stood proudly, parallel to the ship, ready to receive passengers.
The door of the limousine was open, the kids're sitting on the seat. Outside, Dave was just loading Jackie's wheelchair at the back of the limousine. She then approached him with the phone in her hand.
It took a while before Dave finally noticed her. He smiled and waved. "Oh, hey, Claire. You found my phone."
"You gave it to me, Dave." She replied plainly.
"I'm just being sarcastic."
She chuckled. "Well, work on it. It's pretty dry for my taste." She offered him the phone. "Here, someone's on the line for you."
"Thanks." He took the phone from her hand.
Dave pressed the phone the phone against his ear. Claire waited for a response from either the caller or Dave. But after a few moments, Dave kept repeated the greeting, but no one answered. Nothing but a steady silence was on the other side. Dave put his phone away and looked at Claire with a funny gaze.
"Very funny, Claire." He chuckled.
Claire received the phone from his hands and tried it herself. As said, no one was on the other line. "That strange. Someone called about a few minutes ago, said he wanted to talk to you."
Dave chuckled again. "Who'd call me this time? Ian's inside the limousine, so's Aunt Jackie and Toby. And I don't think Theodore's car's modified with a radio phone, so Alvin won't be able to call me too. And remember, he got Brittany drunk."
"And that's why they're going home." She added. "Are the kids alright without their parents?"
Dave shrugged. "I don't know. After knowing they're gone, Alvin and Alienelle just kept quiet. Ally and Bryon kept asking me where Alvin and Brittany are, and if it wasn't for Toby, they wouldn't have left me alone."
"Well, that proves Alvin and Brittany are better parents than you are."
"That's because Alvin and Brittany never yell at them."
"But you do... at Alvin and Brittany, of course. But they're still better parents than you are."
"Yeah? Prove it."
Claire tucked her hands in her pocket and shrugged. "Well, put it this way. When Alvin and Brittany know you're gone, they start to throw a party in the house or even kill each other. But when Ally and the others know their parents are gone, they can't stay put without frowning."
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Jeremy
All he heard was a voice before his unfortunate captive. After being interrupted from his call, an arm grappled him from behind with a clothe pressed against his mouth to prevent him from talking any more. A smart move, he'll give him that. Though, Ryan's not good in math, English, Spanish, all that stuffs, he's got everything besides educational talents. Instincts, reflexes, he could be the next Fernando Torres.
But brains always beat brawn. With action movies around that everyone - including Jeremy - watches, do you think letting someone grapple your target while you talk to him safe? Not anymore, it's not. With Xanders holding his arm in a lock, Ryan stood in front of him with a look that intimidates almost everyone. But knowing Ryan for a year, he's harmless. To Jeremy, that is. That idiot forgot to use a rope or a duct tape. All Jeremy has to do now is wait for Xanders's grip to weaken, and have at it. That's a good plan if no one draws a knife, or if Xanders's grip ever weakens. This guy IS known as the West Eastman's Black Bull - the hardest lock in the football team. Either that, or people are just being racist.
Facing him, Jeremy could see his muscles contracting. He knew what was coming next. He too, clench every muscle in his body to prepare for what Ryan has in store. With an arm raised up, Jeremy closed his eyes as Ryan stabbed his clenched fist against his abdomen. A grunt of pain plus a cough, he swore he nearly drew blood. But as he recovered, he felt Xanders weaken his grip. Not much, but it's enough to ease the pain on his bones.
"Why you backstabbing prick!" Ryan growled. "I swear, when those rats are dead, you're next."
"Blaming rodents for what happened to you? You're pathetic." He growled back. His words then suddenly struck something in his mind. Why is he siding with the chipmunks all of a sudden?
Ryan lowered his arm and sent the back of his hand crashing against Jeremy's cheek, creating a slapping sound.
"What? Slapping? You fight like a girl. Maybe since you're stealing off people for a living, why don't you just be a prostitute? It pays better."
He received a knee to the stomach. He gasped in pain and struggled to find air. But in the alleys, it's hard because of the wrinkling stench coming from the sewers. "I swear, say any more, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Why? Can't fight one against one, so you have your little girlfriend- AH!" Bad move, he thought. As he said the word, he felt Xanders's grip tighten again, letting out a popping sound from his bones. Xanders then released his other arm and grabbed his neck, pushing him against the wall.
"What d'you say, white trash? You ain't got none to say, or I'm gonna-''
"Can't it, Xan." Ryan interrupted. "Who does the talking here?"
Jeremy noted the African-American slang that his ex-bestfriend had used. "What's the matter, Xan? You used to talk like Obama, but now you talk like a choking redneck. I guess that's why Ryan always does the talking."
Xanders growled and ignored him.
"So, where's that rat and his girlfriend now?" Ryan asked Xanders.
"Dunno. Last time I saw, they stopped. Not far from here."
Ryan grinned. "Alright. When they start moving, I'll hold this guy. You kick them out of the road. Kill the rat or take his girlfriend, or both. Or kill them both. Anything to make that rat suffer."
"You got it, dawg."
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Alvin
Alright, it's the most official - Brittany's never drinking again. Never. N-E-V-E-R, never. She's never going near to any alcoholic drink ever again. So what's happening this time? Let's say, as soon as they got into the Main Street heading to their home, they stopped at a nearby tree. Why? This is why - Brittany's leaning forward, face aimed at the foot of the tree. Alvin rubbed her back to ease her. And guess what? Wine doesn't only give nausea to humans, but chipmunks as well. And wow, that's a new discovery.
As Brittany emptied her stomach at the foot of the tree, Alvin patted on her back. "Brittany, that's it. If you ever drink again, I swear, we're not mating this month."
Brittany finished and looked up at him with, unfortunately for Alvin, another seductive smile. Note to self - Alvin thought - never scold Brittany when she's drunk. "Oh, really?" She blink her eyes slowly to create some seductive feeling. She leaned in closer to his ear and whispered to him. "Let's see how long you can last."
Alvin felt her tongue running along his ear. He has no problem with that, but now, considering she just emptied her stomach, it's just plain wrong. He backed away and held her shoulders to keep her from staggering to the ground. "Brittany, please don't do that." He couldn't recall how many times he'd used this sentence this day. "Please. You just-"
"I don't care." She tried to attack him again, but Alvin did so much as held her back. "Come on, please.'' She said in a sweet tone.
Alvin widened his eyes and gasped inside him because he knows what's coming next. It's the pattern. If Brittany wants something, then sweet voice plus "Come on, please" is equal to the Queen of seduction's irresistible powers. And the only way to overcome it is... don't look at her eyes. And of course, not literally speaking.
Alvin tried to look away from her, but one slip of the eye led his sights to her face. Brittany had her eyes widened and her eyebrows arched sadly. Her lips were placed in a frown and her cheeks dropped with her lips. Once Alvin took a look, it was hard to look away. It was just so... adorable, irresistible. Heck, even Alienelle knows how to imitate her mother's look, and that's one of the million reasons he never yells at the kids. Ever.
"Oh, come on. Brittany, don't give me that look. You're drunk, and you're in no condition." Alvin said, but Brittany didn't budge. Her face had turned red under her fur because of the alcohol, but it only amplified her features even more.
"Please? I promise you'll love it." She spoke like a sweet child.
Alvin couldn't look away from her eyes. He could even see his reflection on her pupils. Darn it, why does she have to be so... cute... beautiful? Plus her body is irresistible. Just one touch on the fur can send him to the bliss of heaven. Her fur is the softest, and he'd often brush his cheeks against hers as hard as he could while his arms pulled her tighter. Oh, he'll never get enough of that feeling. But now, Brittany's drunk and she's in no condition to mate. But looking at her eyes, she seems desperate. It's probably just the full moon.
"Brittany... we can't- I mean..." He stuttered before sighing. "look, please. You know how much I want you too, but I'm worried about you." And plus, mating with her while she's drunk will probably make him feel guilty for taking advantage of her. Deep down inside, he knows he wants her too. That desperate look of hers makes him want to nuzzled every part of her body.
Unfortunately, Brittany didn't budge but moved closer to him and placed her arms around his waste. "You know you want me. You don't have to worry about anything."
Brittany's paws went higher until they reached his chest. With that, Brittany leaned closer and merged their bodies into one in a tight embrace. Alvin too, was carried away as he tried to put his arms around her to return the embrace. But then he felt her tongue running against his shoulder, then to his neck. He tried to gently hold her back, but she just kept with it.
"Brittany, don't, you just-"
"I know what I did. I just spilled my guts, but I don't care.''
Brittany kept attacking him with her tongue running along the fur on his neck. She just had nausea, but surprisingly, the smell's not strong. But there's no way she's going to kiss her. And there' no way he'll forget about taking a shower later. With her, of course. Some of the alcohol spilled on her fur, and she really needs a shower before the kids find out she'd been drinking.
Alvin felt his fur standing at their ends, signaling his arousal. He felt Brittany's lips widening as she grinned within her gropes. Should he really do this? Brittany's in no condition, and it's going to be like taking advantage of her loss of inhibition. Is it right to do this?
As his body's answer to the question, his paws now under Brittany's control ran up towards her waist and pulled her close as she kept licking his neck. Alvin heard a moaning sound from her. Slur, drunk, but still seductive. Without thinking, his head slowly run up to her face and kissed her neck. He heard her gasped as her body flinched in response. She became violent and started licking his ear. He too, now under his mate's control started licking her face, but tried to keep her tongue distant from her lips. Why? Do you kiss someone who just spilled her guts? Of course not.
Without knowing it, he had slowly pushed Brittany against the car. Her body was leaning against the side of Theodore's green Chevrolet Sonic as Alvin licked her chest, feeling her collarbone. Brittany's sighs turned into moans accompanied by erotic gasps.
Brittany stopped attacking him with her tongue and had her head lean on the car roof while Alvin groped her chest. "Oh, Alvin..." She moaned quietly as her tongue hung from her mouth, panting slowly but heavily, each breath turning into moans. Her tail waggled rhythmically, hitting the door of the car with a muffled sound.
Alvin felt her unbuttoning the inner of his tuxedo, exposing his upper body. He then felt Brittany's paws running up to his spine and pulled him closer to her. He continued groping, kissing her chest while she moaned his name.
And to ask again, should he really be doing this? Is he or is he not taking advantage of Brittany's intoxication? She drank a whole human bottle of wine for munk's sake. He soon stopped as he felt Brittany weaken his grip around him. Suddenly, the moans stopped too, and Brittany body fell into his arms.
"Brittany? Britt." He called, only receiving a drowsy moan in response.
He pulled away and looked at her straight into her face. Brittany's eyelids were closed, and her mouth open, letting out a rhythmic breathing mixed with the smell of alcohol. She became putty in his paws, numb.
"You've gotta be kidding me." He sighed. Brittany had fallen asleep, leaving his arousal slowly tuning down. "Brittany, don't make me carry you." He said, but only receiving a moan in response. "Oh, for the love of..." He sighed again.
Sweeping Brittany off her feet, he carried her into his arms. With her in his arms, he struggled to open the door to the passenger's side. He set Brittany's sleeping body down on the chair next to the driver's seat. He would've just placed her in the backseat, but no. It would cause much of a hassle since she's already set comfortably on the front seat.
Closing the door, Alvin sighed. She's never going to a party again. He buttoned up his tuxedo and went to the driver's side and slipped in behind the wheel. Before turning the car on the car, he took one glance at Brittany again. Her body was leaned comfortably under the seat. Her close eyelids were facing him, and there was a small smile on her face. The bangs on her hair covering her left eyelid. "Alvin..." She heard her moan slowly.
"Yes, Brit?" He answered.
"I... love you." He saw her tongue moving very slowly to shape the words.
He smiled at her as he reached for her face, running a finger along her fur. She's the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He's lucky to have been mated with her - the Queen of Seduction, that's how he describes him. Beautiful, talented, a grin that makes anyone weak to the knees, a moan that can intensify the intensity of mating, a loving mother. What else can he do to show much he loves her? She's a rare find. No, change that. She's one of a kind. The only Chipette who can satisfy him, make him feel special.
And who knew he'd end up with his worst childhood rival? When they were kids, all he could ever think about was annoying her, making her feel mad and hated. But now, he's running his finger along her forehead, setting her bangs aside and revealing her left and closed eyelid. He couldn't help but smile wider at the sight of her auburn fur. "I love you to, Brittany. You can't imagine how much."
It's amazing how love can change everything. Sometimes unexpectedly. Sometimes foreseen. Impossible or not, love changes it all.
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