Snowflakes of Love
A/N: Special thanks goes to Munk19 for suggesting ideas and helping me with the title. Your encouragement and support is a real blessing. :)
Chapter 1
Vancouver.
Alvin's home away from home, or at least that's what it felt like to him. He'd come to appreciate its dry summers to its rainy winters, the climate mild enough to support palm trees. He could very easily call this place "home," he had become acquainted with it so much, albeit Los Angeles would always be his hometown, the city in which he'd been born and raised by his short-tempered, stern, strict, yet loving and caring adoptive father, Dave Seville. Still, he could not think of any other place to live than in Vancouver outside of Los Angeles. He had toured all over the world with his brothers as their famous band "Alvin and the Chipmunks," and he found Vancouver to be the most easy-going type of place he'd been to in his short-lived years as a musician. Besides, moving across the world to some foreign country would be too expensive and too time-consuming. When he graduated from high school and moved onto college and got out into the world on his own, he figured the first place he'd move to was none other than Vancouver, his second home.
Vancouver was where the red-clad chipmunk was now, residing in a home that contained a family of skunks, plus a raccoon. There were at least two children, one of them being a skunk and the other the aforementioned raccoon, both of the same age, if one was only older than the other by at almost thirty days, their birthdays separated by that duration. There were two more skunks, one the youngest in the family, and the other the mother of the family. Throughout the years via video chat and email the red-clad chipmunk had come to know the family quite well and had spent quite a bit of time with them through infrequent visits to Vancouver, them allowing him to take residence in their home instead of some run-down dingy hotel that would otherwise turn out to be unsuitable for anyone to abide in.
Very much like they had done with the raccoon, the family of skunks had taken Alvin in under their wing and treated him like family, making him a brother of the children and a son to the mother skunk. He felt honored by this, relieved that he had a place to stay when he was in Vancouver in lieu of having to stay in a rotten hotel room where he would have to pay in order to stay there. At the abode that he stayed in he found a warm bed to sleep in, free food, the freedom to snack throughout the day, and he had friends to play with. He usually slept in the same room as the oldest children slept in, while the youngest child and the mother had their own separate rooms.
There were two beds within the childrens' room. Being that the raccoon took up less room, Alvin often slept iwth him, not that the skunk minded of course, being htat the skunk had a tendency to toss and turn and talk in his sleep.
Like almost all families, none of the members within the skunk family looked alike. The only ones who looked even remotely identical to one another were the mother and the oldest skunk, although the mother's son was quite fat and very short in stature, his little legs just barely giving him the ability to walk. The other two children, those being the youngest skunk and the raccoon, didn't look anything like anyone else in the family.
The youngest skunk was a white and silver-gray furred skunk, hence the name she had been given: Marshmallow. She was at least seven years younger than the other two children. Her main fur color was an albino color. The fur on her head and her stripes were a silver-gray color. The only distinctive feature, other than being white, that she had was that she had a set of beautiful, gorgeous golden brown eyes, a recessive trait that seemed to run in her family since no one else in her family had brown eyes. Her mother had a set of baby blue eyes, whereas her biological brother had a pair of emerald green eyes that seemed even more gorgeous when light them, illuminating them, as what also happened when light hit her own eyes.
The raccoon was the oldest of the children, by nearly thirty days. For the first thirteen years of his life he had lived on the streets of Vancouver, stealing from local shops and delis and digging around in garbage cans for only half-decent leftovers in order to survive, something that he was not at all proud of. In spite of the fact that he was a big eater like his adoptive brother and best friend, he somehow managed to stay in shape. For such a binge eater he was quite slender in size, greatly contrasting the skunk that was his best friend. He had brown fur and white fur from his muzle to his belly, which seemed to be as flat as a pancake, even though he pigged out on a daily basis with his adoptive brother. He had a large ringed fluffy tail, each ring coated in black fur, as was his mask that was above his muzzle that covered his eyes, making him look like the stereotypical thief that his kind was often portrayed as.
In spite of their flaws and differences, they had each come to love and respect one another, and Alvin himself had come to love and respect them and care for them, even the skunk mother who was very much like a second mother to him, even if his biological mother lived in the forest that wasn't very far from his home, and she made visits to the Seville household every now and then. Because of this, it was good that he had a surrogate mother who he was able to visit and talk to over the phone and Internet. Being that his biological mother lived in the forest, she had no need for electrical items, living very much like an amish woamn, doing everything through scratch and simple means, including cooking and cleaning and traveling.
Alvin had been sitting on the sofa in the living room for the past fifteen minutes now, his arms folded, staring blankly at the television while sounds of his surrogate mother cooking floated in through the threshold that led to the dining room/kitchen. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweater, sighing and crossing one leg over the other, continuing to glance at the big-screen television in front of him, waiting patiently for the two oldest children to return from the library.
He wondered what kind of kids would want to waste their Christmas break in the library reading books when they could be at home having fun just goofing off? The two reminded him of both Simon and Theodore in that they both were a couple of bookworms, opting to read books rather than watch television or play video games and they both were quite a couple of pigs when it came to food.
He perked up when he heard a distinct sound that broke through the somewhat silence that filled the room. He watched as Marshmallow came crawling through the hallway, her white diaper rustling as she went, her hips swaying back and forth, her massive white and silver-gray tail bobbing back and forth, her blue shirt hanging below her belly, a happy smile on her face as she approached him, drool escaping through her mouth when she made happy coos and other sounds that expressed how happy she was that he was here to spend Christmas with her and her family.
Of course, it hadn't been Alvin's idea; it had been Dave's, the man fed up with Alvin's "selfishness." In his mind, he hadn't been acting selfish at all, but rather he had only been trying to help, not because he wanted everything his way. Quite the contrary. He just wanted to make sure that everything went smoothly, and while Theodore and Simon were quite skilled in the culinary arts (the three of them having often cooked for themselves while Dave was working late) he still wanted to make sure they were doing everything correctly. Naturally, his family had become quite annoyed with him constantly getting in their way and being a nuisance and so they unanimously agreed that he would be better off with spending Christmas with his surrogate family this year. While he did understand that they still loved and cared about him a great deal, they had gone the extra mile to explain to him that they weren't sending him away because they hated him or were angry with him. In his mind, they could have always politely asked him to leave them alone and go do something else to keep himself busy, but had to admit even to himself that he liked this option all the more.
When the white skunk finally approached the sofa she sat on her diapered bottom and reached up to the red-clad chipmunk, signaling that she wanted to be picked up. He did so tenderly, cradling her in his arms and smiling down at her while he lightly tickled her belly, making her giggle. God, how he loved her laugh! She had the cutest little laugh! He leaned down and gently planted a tender kiss on her forehead before regarding the television and asking her if she wanted to watch something. She answered his inquiry by taking the remote and turning on the television and beginning to change the channels, the room constantly fading to black before being flooded with light once again by the colorful pictures that talked and moved about on the wide screen. She finally settled, much to his dismay, on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, The M-Rated Version on Comedy Central. What made this worse was that the show was uncut, which he found strange, but decided not to question it.
He looked down at her, a disgruntled expression on his face. "You really want to watch this?"
The remote still in her tiny paws, she looked up at him, beaming, and nodded her head, a wide smile on her face, before she turned back to the television screen.
He let out a groan and muttered, "All right." There was nothing he could to change her mind and, unfortunately, he didn't have the heart to snatch the remote away from her and change the channel to some more "manly" show on television. If there was one thing he hated it was seeing her upset. It killed him as much as it did when he saw Theodore upset about something. He rested his head back on the cushioned pillow that was the backrest of the sofa, the white skunk still in his lap, and prepared himself to be tortured for the next twenty-two minutes until the show finally ended and they could change the channel to something that he liked. If she didn't like it, she could always go to her room where she could play with her stuffed animals and such until dinner was ready.
As this thought crossed his mind, he glanced up at the clock that was on the wall to his right. It was only thirty minutes after five. With any luck the library would be closing soon and the boys would be back soon, just in time for dinner, whenever that would be. He had eaten very little throughout the day and therefore, was practically starving. He would have gone in the kitchen to get himself something to eat if doing so wouldn't run the risk of him spoiling his appetite. Besides, there would be plenty of food to satisfy his appetite. Being her two sons were binge eaters (Marshmallow was too when it came to milk) she made lots and lots of food for Christmas. The only downside to this was that they ended up eating leftovers for almost a week afterwards, not that either one of them seemed to mind, though.
The only thing he could do to pass the time was watch what was on the screen. The only upside to this show that he could see that it was in traditional animation, unlike so many other recent shows he'd seen. He let out a yawn, longing for the show to be over so he could do something else.
He was quickly invested in the show, however, by the engaging characters and the believable, intriguing situations that the main six characters found themselves in, yet he was quite taken aback by the vulgar language and the graphic violence and sexual content that was involved in the show. One scene in particular that disturbed him was Spike actually raping Rarity when she had refused to go out with him, flat-out turning him down. He was so appalled by this scene that he thought about changing the channel when another scene involving Applejack and Rainbow Dash arguing and turning away from each other, not speaking to one another, before turning around and, quite violently, beginning to make out, both looking as if they were in a war to see who could shove their tongue down the other's throat the farthest. Luckily, Marshmallow appeared to think the same as the screen abruptly changed to black as the channel was changed to something more kid-friendly. She sighed in content and leaned back, snuggling into his stomach and chest as she began to watch an episode of Hey Arnold. He smiled down at her and lovingly petted the silver-gray fur on her head, leaning down to once again plant a tender kiss on her head, congratulating her on a job well done in sensing the danger of watching the horrid spawn of Satan that used to be Lauren Faust's vision.
The skunk and raccoon returned shortly afterward with a red fox in tow. Like the raccoon in front of her she also fur of a secondary color that ran from her muzzle all the way down to her rump, it being a very light beige, vanilla type of color, the tip of her tail also being of the same color. Also like the raccoon in front of her she had baby blue eyes, yet her eyes were quite large, making for visible facial expressions, unlike the raccoon that led her inside the house. Like Marshmallow's tail, her tail was quite large, yet extremely fluffy-looking, making anyone who looked upon it want to snuggle with it and use it either as a pillow or as a blanket, although no one was going to try that. Her nose was small, black, rotund, yet extremely powerful when it came to sense of smell, it being much, much stronger than any dog's. The shape of her head was quite odd. It was very round-shaped, whereas the raccoon's was shaped more like an oval, a bell curve.
As the skunk and raccoon entered the house, Marshmallow scampered down from Alvin's lap and crawled over to them, the raccoon bending down and gingerly picking her up and cradling her in his arms, the skunk joining the two and greeting the white skunk. She turned and playfully licked at the skunk's cheek, making him chuckle.
"It's about time you two got back," Alvin said, shutting off the television and standing up. He approached them. "How have you been, Erik?" He hugged the overweight skunk, then turned to the raccoon, giving him the same greeting. "Colin? Doing well?"
"As good as ever," the raccoon replied, smiling as Alvin pulled away. "And you? It's been quite a while since we've talked."
Alvin nodded in agreement. "True. We'll have to speak more frequently." He finally turned to the red fox and tilted her head up via placing a finger underneath her chin. "And who's this pretty little fox?"
"This is Rita," Colin remarked, placing his black paws on the fox's shoulders. "Rita Landow, my girlfriend." His motions increased greatly as the red fox moaned and leaned back, obviously enjoying the feeling of the tension in her shoulders being eased away by the raccoon's gentle touches and caresses.
"Oh." The chipmunk's voice was suddenly filled with sadness.
"Not even thirty seconds and already you've fallen in love with her," Colin said, laughing heartily.
Finally, the red fox spoke. "Oh, I don't know." She smiled at Alvin and tilted his head up by the same action he had done to her, closely examining his eyes and face closely, for some odd reason paying close attention to his cheekbones, taking notice of how different his were to his. "You're quite a cutie." She snatched his cap away from him and ruffled the fur on his head, chuckling, before placing his cap back on his head. To her surprise, he took it off and put it on her head, turning it backwards so that the bill was facing her neck.
"It looks good on you," the red-clad chipmunk commented, giggling. His line of vision was suddenly blackened as she put his cap back on him. He adjusted it so that it was back in its proper position, smiling at her.
Colin set Marshmallow down and walked towards the dining room, his black-ringed tail swishing back and forth excitedly, Erik not too far behind him, the skunk feeling hungry seeing as it had been a while since they had both eaten lunch. "Hey, Mom! Dinner almost ready?!"
The skunk mother suddenly turned, her strped tail curling around her waist in the process. "Almost, you two, just be patient. While you're waiting, why don't you go ahead and feed Marshmallow?" She turned back to the stove, continuing to stir whatever it was she was cooking in the pot.
Colin and Erik turned, both jumping, grabbing at their chests as their heartbeats accelerated, upon seeing that Rita was standing behind them. The red fox nodded her head towards the skunk at the stove, indicating that she wanted to know who she was.
"Our mother, Renee," Erik told her.
Rita nodded her head.
Colin turned his head to see that Marshmallow was resting in Alvin's lap, the albino skunk looking quite comfortable. "Hey, Alvin, you wouldn't mind feeding Marshmallow, would you?"
"No, not at all," Alvin replied.
"Great. You just stay there, don't get up. I'll fix the bottle." Erik rushed off to the refrigerator while Colin and Rita tarried off to the bedroom that Erik and Colin shared, paw in paw.
Alvin grabbed the remote and turned the television back on, instantly changing the channel to see if there was anything else good on, feeling that Marshmallow would have liked to watch something during her feeding, although she probably would just fall asleep before she even got a chance to finish the entire bottle. He finally settled on a cartoon from the 1960s, cringing slightly at the horrid animation and the god-awful voice acting. Funny, the voice acting seemed to be worse than the animation itself. Then again, it was an American dubbed version of a show from Japan. As far as he was concerned, America was constantly ruining Japanese shows through their horrid dubs.
Erik arrived a few minutes later with Marshmallow's bottle of milk. Before Alvin could even grab it, Marshmallow seized the baby bottle out of Erik's paws and began chugging on the nipple, kicking her legs and letting out a happy moan as she drank. Alvin gently took the bottom of the bottle while she held onto the upper part of it with her tiny paws, his left hand gently holding onto her head while she smiled up at him and he smiled back. The baby skunk's diaper rustled audibly as she kicked her legs. She seemed to love the sound of her diaper rustling as she took one paw off the bottle to rub the front of her diaper.
Erik sat down next to the pair, crossing his legs and arms and watching the television, every now and then glancing down at Marshmallow and smiling, glancing up at Alvin afterward and grinning at the red-clad chipmunk. His foot bobbed up and down as he shook his leg, his striped tail brushing against the backrest of the sofa, its tip just barely touching Alvin's cheek, making him giggle like a schoolgirl, which Erik found somewhat comical.
As time passed on, Marshmallow's eyelids began to droop and grow heavy, sleepiness startng to take her over, and she was only halfway through the bottle. If she didn't finish it she could always finish it when she woke up from her nap. Or, if she preferred, she could drink the rest of it in her crib until she fell asleep. Most of the time it was the latter. By that time she was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. Her tail bounced against the armrest in front of her, as if it was an effort of hers, although futile, to stay awake. Obviously, it wasn't working as her eyelids seemed to only grow heavier as the minutes trickled on, the seconds being counted down by the tick-tocking of the clock that was still plastered on the wall to their right. Luckily, the nosie from the television and the noise coming from the kitchen were more than enough to block it out.
With a burp and a yawn, Marshmallow stretched before patting and rubbing her full belly, an audible sloshing coming from her abdomen as she moved about in Alvin's lap, getting comfortable, snuggling up close to him, burying her face in his stomach and gently clutching at his clothing, preparing herself to go to sleep, her tail curling around her waist to serve as a blanket.
Erik chuckled. "Looks like somebody's sleepy." He gently picked her up and held her out at arm's length, holding onto her by her armpits. "Is little baby Marshmallow sleepy?" She answered his question through a yawn. He chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He brought her close to his chest as he stood up and said, "Come on, sweetie. You look like you're in the mood for a nice nap." He walked down the hall, his bloated stomach causing him to waddle like a fattened up duck.
Alvin watched them go until they disappeared into Marshmallow's bedroom-the nursery. He turned back to the television, but his mind wasn't focused on it. His mind wandered to his siblings and Dave and he wondered what they were doing at the moment. They were probably preparing to enjoy their Christmas dinner, very much like he and his adoptive family were about to. He wasn't sure why, but Christmas seemed to bring out the pig in not only him, but Simon and Dave as well, so thankfully Thedoore didn't have to feel self-conscious about how much he ate since the entire family tended to overeat during the holiday, so much so that they were all rather tired after eating so much and usually went to take a nap, Alvin falling asleep on the living room couch while he was busy watching the football game. Meanwhile, the others went to their respective beds and lied there for however long they desired until their hunger awoke them and prompted them to tarry downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat in order to satisfy their ravenous appetites.
He figured such would be the same case with his adoptive family. Based on what he'd seen of her, he guessed that Rita was, very much like Erik and Colin, a binge eater due to how distended her stomach was, and yet like Erik she didn't seem to be too bothered by it. If anything, she seemed to barely noticed how fat she was. It was either that or she didn't care. It was probably the latter, if he had to guess. As soon as they were through eating they would all probably go take a nap, Rita most likely opting to stay with them since she wouldn't have the energy to go home, if she even had a home, that is. Given that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, according to Colin at least, she and the raccoon would sleep together, whereas Alvin himself would be forced to sleep with Erik. Marshmallow would sleep in her crib and Renee would sleep in her own bed. For how long, he didn't know, and he honestly didn't care. A nap would do him some good and would wear off the inevitable stomachache that was surely to come from having overeaten.
Unfortunately, the Christmas dinner would be their regular meal for the next few days, the one thing about Christmas that Alvin disliked, and he was sure he wasn't the only one. Christmas dinner was nice when it was hot and fresh, but the food quickly wore out its welcome when he was forced to eat what was left over in order to get rid of it. They always had the option of giving the leftovers to Lily, but if they did that the poor girl would be too bloated to move. However comical the situation may have been, they wouldn't dare feed any of the scraps to the family dog, knowing how sensitive a dog's stomach was.
"And here's Mr. Snuggles," Erik cooed, handing Marshmallow her stuffed teddy bear. He raised the railing of the crib before reaching down and ruffling the silver-gray fur on her head while she resumed drinking from her bottle, now only having one paw on it while her free arm was wrapped around Mr. Snuggles' neck. "Sleep tight." With a swish of his tail he walked out of the room, shutting off the light and leaving the bedroom door ajar so he and the other occupants could properly hear her if she needed changing or anything else during her nap, in spite of the fact that they had the baby monitor resting on Marshmallow's changing table and the other one resting on the coffee table that rested between the sofa and the television.
When he walked back in the lviing room, Alvin was still sitting on the living room sofa, the remote in his hand, the light on the walls constantly flickering to black and then color. He crashed down on the sofa, sitting directly beside the chipmunk, letting out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his temples, leaning forward, his stomach rumbling as he did so. He looked over at Alvin. "Say, you hungry?"
The red-clad chipmunk gave a light chuckle, nodding his head in agreement while he mindlessly continued to change the channels in a futile attempt to find something entertaining to watch. "I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."
The skunk gave a nod, turning his head to the television to see Alvin abruptly change the channel upon seeing that an episode of Johnny Test was on. "The rest of us haven't eitehr. Mom worked through lunch and me and Colin were at the library."
Alvin chuckled. "You'd love my brother Simon."
"Bookworm kinda guy?"
"Yeah. Always has his nose in a book."
"So I guess that makes you like Rainbow Dash, eh? Thinks people who read books are eggheads, too cool to be caught reading a book?"
"Who?"
"I assume you're not a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic."
Alvin proudly shook his head. "Nope. I'm not a brony, not into gay crap."
Erik politely dropped the subject, not wanting to get into an argument over the animated television show, knowing that Alvin was too prideful and too masculine to bring himself to watch the show.
Alvin was grateful that the topic was dropped so abruptly. He was appalled when he found out that Theodore was a fan of the show, but was simply struck mute when he found out that Simon was also a fan of the show. The two of them recorded the show whenever they didn't have the chance to view it, the two of them preferring to sleep in on Saturday and watch the show in the afternoon. Luckily, he wasn't the only one who was concerned for his brothers. When Dave had found out about his youngest sons' latest obsessions, wondering whether or not he should be worried and have them tested for some mental disorders, making Alvin laugh hysterically in the process seeing as he had been thinking the exact same thing. However, when Simon and Theodore had talked Dave into watching the show with them, their surrogate father came to really enjoy the show, agreeing to buy them the seasons when they came out on DVD.
A silence fell over the pair, Alvin finally settling on an episode of Futurama to watch, much to Erik's approval, he noticed. He set the remote down and crossed his arms over his chest and crossed one leg over the other, coughing into his hand in the process, clearing his throat.
"Hey! Somebody! A little help here, please?!"
Both skunk and chipmunk looked down to see Rita's head and part of her body were in the doggie door. The fat red fox was currently clawing at the floor in a futile attempt to get through the door.
Erik groaned and shook his head. "Not again, Rita!"
"Shut up and help me," the fox demanded.
Sighing, Erik got up and opened the front door, going outside and closing the door yet again. Turning he saw that the fox's fat, round rump was in front of him, as was her large, bushy tail and her short, fat legs. He smiled as her tail swished back and forth. Hesitantly, he brought his paws forward to push her forward, only to draw back at the last second. Breathing for a couple of seconds he finally brought his paws forward and pushed slightly, raising her butt up in the process. He heard a moan from her. Turning, he attempted to psuh her through with his back, making her moan a bit louder. Her legs kicked as the pleasure swept through her.
"You know what? Forget getting me through the door. Just keep doing that. It feels really good! Mmm! Oh, God, that feels so good! Ooohhh! Keep pushing, baby!"
"You know, Rita, if I didn't know better," he was interrupted by a grunt as he struggled to get the bloated, fattened fox through, "I'd say you were getting some kind of sick pleasure from this."
She chuckled. "No shit, Sherlock. Keep going!" She reached a leg back to gently caress his crotch with her toes. She felt him smack her leg away. Luckily, she got the message and didn't try the act again.
"You should really know when to quit eating, you know that?" Erik groaned, pushing his paws against her rear as hard as he could.
"Look who's calling the kettle black, tubby!" She looked towards Alvin. "Go in the kitchen and get some butter. We can use it to serve as a lubricant."
The red-clad chipmunk nodded and retreated to the kitchen, appearing seconds later with a bowl of butter and a butter knife, both of which he handed to Erik once he'd opened the door.
The plump skunk took the items and covered the knife in a thick layer of butter before spreading it along the frame of the doggie door, which turned out to be harder than he expected due to the fact that Rita's bloated stomach took up almost the entire frame of the doggie door.
"If you're hungry, why don't you cover my butt in butter and lick it off?" Rita suggested.
Erik angrily smacked her bottom, making her moan in pleasure in the process. "Would you knock it off?"
"Hey, could you do that again, a bit harder this time if you please."
"Stop it!"
Rita sighed. "Fine. Spoil all my fun." She rested her arm on the floor and cupped her chin in her paw, tapping her fingers against the floor, letting out a moan once again when she felt the slick butter being applied to her thick thighs. The cold temperature of the butter sent a chill through her spine, yet felt so good that she felt as if she was going to have an orgasm at any moment.
Alvin chuckled. Like Rita, he was enjoying himself. He liked watching Rita's various reactions to what was going on behind her. He dared to say that he himself would be enjoying the moment if he'd been in the same position.
Once he had a thick layer of butter covering the frame of the doggie door, Erik once again attempted to push her through. This time the attempt proved to be less frustrating for him as he felt Rita's body slowly but gradually slide through. He backed up, got on all fours, and rammed his head at her rump, succeeding in getting her through, the fattened red fox sliding a few feet along the carpet due to the impact. WIth the bowl of butter and the butter knife in his paw, he opened the door and walked through, noticing that Rita's thighs still had a good amount of butter on them. He swiped some off with his finger and stuck his finger in his mouth, a grin appearing across his face. He turned to Alvin and motioned for the red-clad chipmunk to join him. The red-clad chipmunk did so without question and both got on their knees and licked off what remained of the butter from Rita's thighs. It seemed she also enjoyed the activity, for she moaned in pleasure and her thick beige-tipped tail swished about, occasionally hitting them in their heads.
"There," Erik said, patting Rita's enormous rear, "all clean. You can get up now."
Sighing and rolling her eyes, the red fox stood up, though her short legs caused her to lose her balance and stumble backwards. She was caught by the arms by Alvin. She smiled up at him, thanking him, complimenting him on his gorgeous eyes, and him doing the same as she. Once she had her balance once again, she waddled over to the couch and sat down, being quickly joined by Erik and Alvin.
"What were you doing outside anyway?" Alvin questioned, glancing over at the portly red fox.
"I buried a T-bone steak around the backyard," she explained. "I was looking for it," she shook her head, "but didn't find it."
Erik leaned towards the right and patted her belly. "Don't worry. Dinner will be ready shortly."
"God willing," Alvin muttered, rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry."
"Oh, Rita, there you are," Colin chirped, making the three parties jump all at once. He walked over to the trio and squirmed his way in between Erik and Rita, his ringed tail smacking them in the heads as it bobbed back and forth, not that any one of them minded. As he sat down both Erik and Rita went to put their arms around the raccoon, the former glaring at the red fox as their paws touched.
Looking at the scene, Alvin got the feeling that Erik and Rita didn't exactly get along, probably because the skunk was secretly, madly in love with the raccoon, not that the raccoon knew. For some reason, Erik was so fond of the red-clad chipmunk that he had confided in Alvin about his secret love for Colin, the skunk having fallen in love with the raccoon over the years, during which Colin had shown the skunk a great deal of affection, affection that the skunk's mother had never shown him since she'd been so busy with work, leaving Erik to look after Marshmallow. With Colin's help, the two had practically raised the white skunk themselves.
Rita angrily smacked Erik's paw away and wrapped her arm around Colin, pulling him close. The raccoon leaned until his head was in the fox's lap. She petted the fur on his head, her fingers trailing down the long stripe of dark brown fur that ran from his muzzle down the center of his back, his tail happily hitting the backrest of the sofa. Without realizing it, the raccoon stuck his thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it, closing his eyes and preparing to go to sleep.
Seeing how troubled Erik was over Rita's attitude towards him, Alvin affectionately put an arm around him and pulled him close, breathing in the skunk's scent as he took a whiff of his head. For a skunk, the smelliest creature on the face of the planet, he actually smelled quite good, probably because hygiene was a high priority of his, which was odd considering the fact that his table manners and a good physique were something to be desired. Still, Alvin couldn't deny the fact that Erik looked so cute as a little fatty. Like Theodore, it was hard for him to picture Erik as a very thin skunk. In his mind, Erik looked better fattened up.
The four watched television in silence. Soon, only two of them remained: Rita and Alvin. Erik and Colin had both fallen asleep, the two awake parties stroking their partners respectively. The tails of the two sleeping parties were quite awake, seeing as how they were constantly moving about, even twisting and curling around each other while their feet lightly touched, nudged, and wrestled each other.
The two were suddenly jolted awake as all four of them heard a high-pitched crying coming from down the hall.
"That's probably Marshmallow," Colin suspected, sitting up. "I'll go get her." He hopped off the sofa and trotted down the hall (much to Erik's dismay, Alvin noticed). He gently pushed the door open and wasn't surprised to see Marshmallow standing up in her crib, paws tightly gripping the railing. At the sight of him, she instantly reached out for him, squealing, "Daddy!" He couldn't help but smile at the name she'd come to call him when she was role-playing as his baby, seeing as he had been the father and Erik the mother during the time when they'd been raising her. He walked over and gently picked her up, holding her close to his chest. At this she smiled and nuzzled her face in his soft white fur covering his chest, clutching a patch of it with a paw. He reached down and lightly ran a finger under her shirt and tickled her belly, making her giggle and squirm in the process, her massive white and silver-gray tail swatting at his thigh. "How's my baby girl?"
She smiled up at him and lightly squeezed the front of her diaper, making the smell of urine all the more noticeable.
"Looks like somebody needs a diapee change," he stated, smiling.
"Dinner's ready," Renee called.
He grabbed a diaper from the crate of diapers underneath the changing table, along with some baby wipes, and grabbed a mat from the closet and carried her to the kitchen, a diaper in one paw and her attached to his hip. As he entered the kitchen, he noticed that Erik, Alvin, and Rita were already seated at the table while Renee was busy setting out the food on the table. Like the others he couldn't help but salivate at the very look and smell of the food. He managed to compose himself so that he was able to set the mat down on the table before setting Marshmallow down on it, setting the diaper beside her as he went to untape her wet diaper, and he couldn't but smile as he watched Marshmallow's reactions to what was going on.
Marshmallow was the perfect picture of contentment as she lied quietly on the table and let Colin diaper her, sucking on her thumb and holding onto one of her feet while he was doing it, her tail wagging happily. She was so obviously enjoying it that Colin couldn't help but smile wider. He also looked like he was enjoying being a daddy, babying his baby girl.
Rita tactfully asked if Marshmallow actually even really needed her diapers. Colin replied that no, she didn't exactly need them; she just liked the way they felt, as he and Erik did also. He explained to the fox that while raising her it had been hell trying to potty train and wean. Eventually, Marshmallow had agreed to go along with the potty training, being that she didn't want to have to constantly go to the school nurse for a change, thus causing her to get out of class and probably miss something important. They had somehow succeeded in weaning her, but more often than not she preferred drinking from a baby bottle instead of an actual glass or cup, not that anyone in the family minded. After all, she was the baby of the family and so it made sense that she would enjoy being treated like a baby, and it made it even better that the family enjoyed diapering and babying her.
Erik folded up the dirty diaper and threw it in the trash before returning to his seat, smiling as he watched Colin attach the tapes to the front of Marshmallow's fresh diaper.
The white skunk's diaper rustled as Colin picked her up and kissed her on her nose. "All clean." He kissed her on the nose once again before lifting up her shirt and blowing a raspberry on her belly, making her laugh wildly and squirm about in his arms. He ruffled the silver-gray fur on her head before handing her over to Renee, who strapped her into her high chair that was between her and Colin's seat.
Colin sat down at his seat. As fate would have it, his seat turned out to be next to Erik's, much to the skunk's delight, he noticed. Alvin and Rita were sitting beside each other in front of him and Erik.
The topic of saying grace before the meal had been brought up with the family and they had discussed it quite a bit before Christmas, struggling to decide if it was proper for them to say grace even if they weren't a religious-minded family. In the end, they decided that there was a huge difference between saying grace due to religious purposes and saying grace to show that they were thankful for what they had, so they decided to say grace before the meal, each member of the family, including Alvin, Rita, and Marshmallow, bowing their heads and closing their eyes while Renee led them in prayer. Luckily, the prayer lasted less than a minute, as one would expect, and they were quickly passing around dishes and serving one another, the group making idle conversation in the process.
Before fixing their plates, Colin and Renee fed Marshmallow, each one with a spoon or a fork in their paws, the white skunk happily accepting the food, stuffing her cheeks with food before chewing and swallowing, letting out a happy moan as she chewed, patting and rubbing her stomach as she swallowed.
Colin lightly poked her belly, chuckling to himself as he said, "Eat up, sweetie. You're looking a little thin, don't you think?"
Marshmallow giggled and poked her own belly before reaching up and poking Colin in the nose. She turned her head to the right and opening her mouth as Renee fed her some more mashed potatoes, turning her head back to Colin and accepting a forkful of macaroni and cheese whens she felt him poking her in the cheek with the fork. Her tail swished happily as she was fed, her diaper rustling while she moved her legs. She seemed to be moving her legs just for an excuse to hear her diaper rustle.
Erik and Alvin seemed to be too caught up in watching Marshmallow enjoying herself that they themselves forgot to eat. They thought about joining Colin and Renee, stuffing the white skunk's cheeks even more, thus, hopefully, making her gain a few extra pounds. She was much too skinny. A few extra pounds wouldn't hurt her in the slightest. If anything, it would only make her cuter. Rita, on the other hand, seemed to be only interested in stuffing her face, not that anyone was paying her any mind, though.
Marshmallow eventually pushed the food away, turning her head away, signaling that she was full. She was taken out of her high chair and allowed to crawl around the room. She sat on the floor, making her diaper rustle as loudly as possible by rubbing the front of it. To the untrained eye it would look as if she was masturbating. In fact, when Erik and Colin had first seen this they had called her doctor and asked if they should be concerned. The doctor explained that she was most likely rubbing the front of her diaper either because she liked the sound of her diaper rustling, or because she liked the way her diaper felt. Either way they had no reason to be concerned. She was given a bottle of sweet milk by Colin to help her wash down the food she'd consumed, although looking back now it seemed rather odd that they hadn't bothered to give her anything to drink with her meal. She happily moved her legs, sucking on the nipple of the bottle, a huge grin spreading across her face. She fell on her back and began rolling back and forth while she consumed the warm milk that was mixed with honey and just a hint of nutmeg.
Colin watched her for a while, making sure that she was safe and that she wouldn't accidentally choke on the milk, before turning and beginning to fix his plate. Surprisingly, the food was still slightly hot, though it had cooled to where it was still warm. He piled his plate high with food ranging from rotisserie chicken to dressing and macaroni and cheese. He was saddened when he found that the desserts hadn't been laid out yet, only the meal. He didn't complain and helped himself to a large amount of platefuls of food, as were the other four members of the family while Marshmallow continued to crawl around the room, drooling, looking for something to do, something to play with. Eventually she just sat and sucked on her thumb.
What remained of the meal, which wasn't much, was wrapped up in tin foil and placed in the fridge while the desserts, the items of food that everyone was really after, were placed out on the table. Once again, Marshmallow was placed in her high chair and given a small slice of pecan cake and a small slice of cheesecake, the white skunk not able to decide between the two, whereas the others had a quite a vast helping of dessert, especially Erik, Colin, and Rita, while Alvin merely ate one slice of cheesecake and that was it.
Her sense of smell allowed Rita to smell the cake in the oven, a last-minute dessert that Renee had decided to bake. The very smell of it made her salivate and question when the cake would be ready, reassured afterward that the cake would be done in just a few short minutes.
Alvin's mind wasn't on food. His attention, for some odd reason or another, was on Erik and Colin. By this time Erik had scooted his seat closer to Colin. It was clear as day that the chubby, yet cute and loveable skunk was in love with the raccoon that he was sitting a mere couple of inches away from, yet Colin either seemed oblivious to it or he was so infatuated with Rita that he wasn't picking up on the signs. Besides that, Alvin speculated that Erik was too scared to tell Colin how he felt, him being terrified of rejection. The skunk, Alvin knew from personal experience, didn't take rejection very well at all.
As Colin turned, he came face to face with Erik, who was leaning for and attempting to kiss him. Turning around, he grabbed the nearest thing, which turned out to be Marshmallow, and held her out at arm's length, turning his head away. His ears gave a twitch when he heard a smooching sound, followed by Marshmallow's giggle and a surprised exclamation of "Marshmallow?!" from Erik.
Marshmallow grabbed either side of Erik's head and pulled him close, placing a loving smooch on his nose before letting go, giggling afterward while Erik wiped his nose off with the back of his paw. She leaped out of Erik's arms and cuddled with him, nuzzling her face in the soft black fur that covered his chest, sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking on it. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly, stroking her head gently, making her tail twitch and thump against Erik's legs.
Alvin let out a frustrated growl while watching the pair. "You're so cute!"
Marshmallow gave him a knowing look and laughed.
"That's the problem, isn't it?" Erik asked, looking at her while he held her out at arm's length. "You're so cute that no one can stay mad at you for long, can they?" He chuckled and gave a soft noogie, holding her close to him once again. "I love you." He rocked her back and forth, her eyelids becoming heavy, the soft motion of Erik's arms luring her to sleep.
A moan caused all four friends to glance over at Rita. "Mmm! That cake smells delicious! Bring it over here, would you?" She motioned with her arms.
"Let it cool off for a while before getting a slice," Renee cautioned, setting the cake in front of the fox, "and don't eat all of it. Save some for the rest of us."
Rita glared at her. "You saying I got a fat ass?!"
"Kind of," Colin noted, chuckling, his laughter faltering instantly when his girlfriend glared at him.
"I'll be in the laundry room if anyone needs me," Renee announced, walking off towards the door in the kitchen that led to the garage.
The next fifteen minutes seemed to be absolute torture for Rita, the red fox strugglign to keep herself busy until the cake cooled enough to where she could actually get a slice, offering some to the others; each of them declined, none of them feeling too hungry at the moment to the fact that they'd eaten so much already. At long last, she was allowed to get a slice. By this time, Colin had moved to her side of the table. Alvin guessed that it was because he'd been crepped out by the fact that Erik had tried to kiss him, however cute it may have looked.
"Colin, why don't you try some?" Rita suggested, her cheeks crammed with cake. She cut off another slice of cake and held it out to him. "Go on, try it."
He pushed the cake back. "Rita, I said no."
"Come on, just try a little bit."
He pushed back even harder, the tone in his voice becoming annoyed. "No/"
The expression on her face hardened and she spoke through gritted teeth, the tone in her voice matching that of Colin's. For some reason, though, her voice lowered instead of increasing in volume. "Eat the cake!"
"Piss off, Rita!" He grabbed the nearest thing and threw it in her face. This turned out to be his drink, and the liquid completely covered the soon shivering red fox.
Unfortunately, this pissed Rita off something fierce! She angrily and violently kicked Colin in the face, knocking him to the floor. She got out of her chair and went to attack him further.
"Oh, hell, no," Alvin roared, getting up to defend the fallen raccoon. "You best sit your ass back down, girl!" He was brutally socked in the back of the head and he soon also was on the floor. He tasted carpet and his ears were being pierced by Marshmallow's sharp, shrill crying. He couldn't blame her. No doubt she was scared. He smiled when he heard Erik trying to calm her down.
"Get up!" She kicked Alvin in the hip. "Get up!" She kicked him harder.
Groaning, gripping his sore side, he rolled over onto his back and began backing away from her. She advanced towards him, still barking for him to get up. He did so shakily, the back of his head throbbing. He felt dizzy, probably the aftermath of the blow to his head. His hand shook as he reached back behind him, and he flinched as he a sting of pain as he brushed his fingertips against it. A few stray tears leaked from his eyes due to the pain. No matter how hard he tried, the tears still showed. His legs shook, his knees knocking together. Below him Colin was still on the ground, shaking. The raccoon had a bloddy nose and a few deep cuts from where Rita had struck him.
He pointed a shaking finger at the scowling red fox. "Let me tell you something. Don't you ever-"
She cut him abruptly. "No, let me tell you something, boy! Don't you ever come between me and my boyfriend, you got that? I'm not going to have some pampered, spoiled little brat tell me what I can and I can't do!"
His face fell at her words. He looked down at his feet. Surprisingly enough, his stomach had distended due to the large amount of food he had eaten, thus preventing him from seeing his feet fully. He could only see his toes, just barely.
"Are you going to stand there and let her talk to you like that?" Erik demanded. He gently placed Marshmallow in her high chair and strapped her in for her protection, before making his way over to the trio.
Rita turned to Colin and slapped him across the face. "Stupid moron!" She was suddenly shoved against the wall as Erik shouted angrily, "Don't fuckin' hit my brother, bitch!" Sneering, she took a few steps towards him, making the usually shy skunk to back down significantly. He backed up, his striped tail curling between his legs. She continued to glare at him.
"Stay out of it," Colin warned.
Rita turned to the raccoon, that same scowl still plastered on her face. "I can't be with someone like you." Her voice was soft, low, yet its tone was quite menacing. "Two worthless, spoiled little brats-" She was interrupted once again as Erik suddenly grabbed at the fur on her chest and shoved her against the wall and began delivering a flurry of fists towards her face and body, not bothering to give her any room to fight back. She delivered a heavy blow to his jaw, knocking him to the floor. Once he was down she began to relentlessly kick him in the stomach and chest, his shuddered gasps and groans of pain being the only sounds that were uttered by him. Not too far away, he heard Marshmallow screaming, crying, and yet there was nothing he could do to comfort her. What was Alvin doing, stuffing his face? How come Alvin wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing and protecting, comforting her?
After several deep blows, Rita finally backed off, giving him some time to catch his breath, which wasn't exactly easy seeing as how he was in a great deal of pain. His legs shaking he managed to get himself up. He wiped some dry blood from the corner of his mouth. He soon found himself lying on his back on the floor yet again as a powerful blow was delivered to his mouth. He looked up just in time to see Rita launching herself towards him. He flung her over his head with his legs and quickly rolled over onto his stomach to watch the result. She crashed into one of the cabinet doors. Picking herself up she stumbled around the kitchen floor as if she was in a drunken stupor, which actually wouldn't have been too out of place for Colin since the raccoon had seen her quite drunk on a number of occasions, not that Renee or anyone else knew anything about it.
Without waiting for her to regain her composure, Erik launched himself towards her and began to once again beat her relentlessly against the head with his fists while Colin was screaming for Erik to stop and Marshmallow continued to weep, attempting but failing to drown out the noise. As for Alvin, the corpulent skunk didn't have the slightest clue as to what had happened to him. In all honesty, he was quite surprised by the fact that his mother hadn't already come in the room to break up the fight and to give him a proper scolding and a lecture on how to treat a lady properly. It was probably due to the fact that Renee didn't much care for the fox herself and therefore thought that a good beating would do the fox some good. To top it off, he thought about turning around and giving a faceful of skunk musk, but thought that perhaps that would have been too cruel. With her hibernating this year and all chances were that she wouldn't get any chances to bathe, not that she would care, mind you.
Rita, battered and bruised beyond recognition, eventually kicked Erik away from her, knocking the fat skunk on his furry rump. Blood covered her face from where he had beaten and scratched her, some of the cuts considerably deep and painful looking. The areas of her face that looked the most damaging were her nose and mouth, although her ears and eyes were badly bruised as well. Shaking and a hateful, spiteful look in her eyes that sent the message that she wanted to kill him, she stumbled towards the threshold and out the front door, limping along the way, blood dripping along the stainless, clean carpet from where her legs had somehow gotten cut and bruised, probably as a means of Erik violently kicking her.
An eerie silence fell among the four after the front door was slammed shut, a few loose pictures being knocked to the floor and others being made askew in the process. Erik still lay on the floor, panting, his chest rising and falling while his heart rate decelerated. He looked around him to see that Colin was shaking uncontrollable, a shocked and scared look in his eyes, as if the raccoon was having trouble processing who the skunk on the floor was. In one corner of the room was Alvin, the red-clad chipmunk cowering and looking away. Finally, underneath the kitchen table was . . . "Oh, my God . . . Marshmallow . . ."
The white skunk had scrambled for cover, taking shelter underneath the table when Erik had put her down to defend Colin. She had her paws over her ears, her trembling knees drawn up to her chest, her white and silver-gray tail limply wrapped around her ankles. Slwoly, tears streaking down her face, she opened her eyes and looked around and jumped when she spotted Erik looking at her, as if her brother would suddenly attack her without warning, for no apparent reason whatsoever.
"Come here, Marshmallow," Erik said softly, gesturing with his arms. "It's okay. Come here, baby. It's okay."
Timidly, the white skunk crawled out from under the table, her diaper rustling loudly as she moved. Slowly, she made her way towards her brother and crawled into his lap, cuddling close to his chest, smothering her face in his soft black fur while he held her close, stroking her fur, shaking himself while he tried his best to get her to calm down. She pulled away from him and nodded her head when he asked if she was okay. She smiled when he gently wiped her tears away. Hearing footsteps he looked up to see that Colin was checking on Alvin, and he smiled to himself.
Marshmallow was carried to her room and laid in her crib for a nap, Erik hoping that it would help her to calm down. He fixed her a bottle of milk before going to his bedroom to take a nap himself at Colin's suggestion. At the moment a nap sounded lovely. So all five members of the family laid down to rest for the afternoon until dinner was ready, all of them quite shaken from the sudden nightmarish turn of events that had occurred in the kitchen within the blink of an eye, in less than thirty seconds. They were constantly asking each other if they were all right and the others, trembling all the while, would reply that they were shaken and still frightened, but otherwise all right. They ended up sleeping through dinner and didn't wake up until the following morning. Not surprisingly, Rita didn't return to the Matthews home during said time span.