Hey, guys, I'm back! Bored, mentally scarred, but back and here to update.
Iluvchipettes123 = Sure.
Webweirdo332 = I don't know for sure, but I'm planning on it. Some of them will form up in a band, yes, but I won't be sure with the rest of them. The kids' colors are red and pink for Alvin and Brittany's children, blue and purple for Simon and Jeanette's, and green and spring green for Theodore and Eleanor's. I'm not sure if there will be Theonor chapters, but that depends on the inspiration.
Theodore Jr., Elisha, and Carol just finished cleaning their new room. Half of it was already painted, but they promised to finish it together with their parents, so they left a part or two of the room unpainted. They were already done with the cleaning as said, so there was nothing much to do than sit on their beds, stair at the ceiling, listening to music, and playing guitar until Theodore (Sr.) or Eleanor comes up.
Honestly, they didn't like the idea of leaving their parents' room. They'd gotten used to sleeping with Theodore and Eleanor, not to mention the cuddles brought by their father's soft body, or their mother's gentle voice to put them to a peaceful sleep.
After a while, even with the window open, the room still had a boring atmosphere. Normally, they'd help their mother cook or play with their father outside, but all the cleaning and painting drew tiredness. But they regained their energy after their noses touched the aroma of toaster waffles.
Theodore Jr. sniffed, slowly getting up from his bed and straightening up his green sweater that their mom and dad made. "Hmm... hey, is that what I think it is?" He faced his sisters as he said.
Elisha and Carol got up at the same time, and spoke the same thing as if they shared one mind. "Toaster waffles!"
"Oh, boy, we better help mom." Theodore Jr. soon got on all fours and scurried down the kitchen. His sisters soon followed. Green cardigans and a green sweater seemed like a blur as they dashed.
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Eleanor took one chipmunk sized plate and balanced it on her paw as she made her way to the chipmunk sized table. She set the servings of toaster waffles down and made her way to the cup board for the whipped cream and pineapple and mango jam and set it beside the plates. After the food and plates were on the table, she jumped up to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed a pitcher of mango juice, which was the family's favourite.
As she held the pitcher with both paws, she made her way to the table after closing the fridge. Just as she set it down, she heard the voice.
"Mommy, mommy!" A female voice called for her. She felt her heart melt at what her daughter called her.
A few moments later, three figures came scurried into the kitchen. They ran up towards her and jumped up on her, almost knocking her down. "Hey, careful kids, you're going to knock the table down."
"It's okay, we'll fix it if we do." Carol's innocent voice talked. "But mommy, can we help you with anything?"
"Aww, that's so thoughtful of all of you." She scooped Carol in her arms and nuzzled against her cheek. She pulled out and looked at her with a smile. She was greeted back by her daughter's innocent smile, just like her father's. Their similarities just makes her want to cuddle all of them as tight as she possibly could. "But no, I'm already done. It's seems that you're all too late."
"Mom, you could've called us when you needed help. We're always here to give you a paw or two, you know." Theodore Jr. said.
She placed Carol down and playfully ran her paw on TJ's hair, making it a mess, but still manageable. He placed his hair back into style and looked at her with a smile. "Theodore, I can handle anything by myself. You don't have to help me every time." Eleanor said.
The kids had been helping her as soon as they spoke their first words. Since then, they couldn't leave her to do things on her own. They'd been great helpers, and they're very active around the house. She and Theodore didn't even have to tell them what chores they had to do. Automatically, if they see her or their father needing help, they're paws are opened right away.
"But hey," She started again. "...you should eat up. I made some toaster waffles special complete with whipped cream and jams." She patted on TJ's well-fed stomach.
"With cherry on top?" TJ asked.
"With cherry on top." Eleanor repeated.
"Yay!" Theodore jumped up in her arms, him being smaller than her. He cuddled up and nuzzled her cheeks. "You're the best, mom!" He said.
Eleanor's heart warmed and softened again, melting from solid to partial liquid. She nearly felt the tears of pride coming out of her eyes. Her son had call her the best, and for a mother, that means a lot.
"Oh, so you're forgetting me, aren't you, Theo?" A voice came from the entrance to the kitchen. A voice that warmed Eleanor's heart even more. She turned to the source of the melodic voice, and it seems that her daughters were already running towards him.
"Daddy!" Carol and Elisha cheered in unison. Both of them jumped up and landed on his chest, nearly knocking him back with their combined well-fed weight.
TJ kicked on her chest, jumping out of her arms. It didn't hurt, of course. He ran up towards his father, also jumping up towards him, landing on his chest, only this time, the four of them fell to the ground. They gave playful laughs as they reached the ground.
Looking up, Theodore looked at the chipmunks jumping up and down on his chest. With two paws, he caressed their heads. "Hey, Carol, Elisha." He turned to his son. "...and Theo, that was quite a punch." He commented.
TJ blushed. "Sorry, dad."
Theodore grabbed his son's face and attacked him with a kiss on the forehead. "The big lion's all grown up, I see." He sat up, making the kids slide down to his lap. He took his paws and ruffled the girls' hair. "And how can I forget my two little princesses."
"Thanks, daddy." Carol and Elisha gave a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.
"And of course, the queen of the family." He gestured to Eleanor who gave a smile afterwards.
Eleanor walked closer. She could feel Theodore's eyes observing every inch of her body as she walked. She offered a paw and helped Theodore up his feet. She was then greeted by a kiss on the cheek.
"What would we be without you?" Theodore said.
"What would WE be without you?" Eleanor repeated. "Now, king Theodore," She joked. "The table's ready for five. Toaster waffles, mango and pineapple jam, whipped cream, and mango juice, all of your favourites."
"Hmm, I think you're spoiling us all."
"Theodore, Elisha, and Carol are spoiling me. They won't let me do anything by myself. And looking back at the times, you still keep spoiling me. Consider it my revenge. I won't stop until you forget how to use your legs."
"Well, that's going to be hard, Ellie. For the the rest of the month and next, I'm all yours, and spoiling me won't be easy."
"We'll see. But first, I know your hungry. You should eat up first, then I can spoil you."
Theodore chuckled.
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Simon took one last round, looking if the kids are tucked in comfortably in their new beds, especially because new rooms take time to get used to. He and Jeanette had to make sure that the room was spacious enough to fit all eleven of them. As he opened the door, the dim interior of the room came into view, illuminated only by the light emitted by the moon that zeroed in on them through the windows. The smell of paint was stuck in every corner of the room, but it didn't bother anyone at all fortunately. Despite the new atmosphere, new colour, new arrangements, the kids seem to be comfortable with their new room.
He observed them, from left to right respectively, Jeanette II, Simon Jr., Serene, Stanley, John, Janice, Shannon, Simone, Jasmine, J'Nell, and Jermaine. He whispered "Good night, kids," before smiling and letting go of the door, letting it slide back to a close. He made his way next door, their room.
The day had gone by quickly. It felt like an hour before when the whole family went for a game of football. The family helped each other with ice cream after that, of course, with the help of Theodore and Eleanor's family. Where would they be without the masters of culinary arts? The next minute, they'd resumed their game of football (soccer) until the sky turned orange. Simone and John were up to their pranks again. As a result, Jermaine nearly slammed her glasses into a tree. He'd reminded himself to ground them tomorrow.
The night had been as fun. The kids told him that the days were even more enjoyable, memorable, warm, joyful, and love-filled with their parents complete. Usually, Simon would be too busy writing new songs with Theodore and Alvin, leaving Jeanette to attend to the children. He's glad that the album's finished at such a short time. Now, for the month and the next, or even the rest of the year, he'd spend the rest of his time with his family.
Simon approached the door to their room. Pushing the door aside, the interior came into view. But what he saw was what he wasn't expecting. When he left the room, Jeanette was sound asleep in their bed and the lights were off. But now, he's staring at his beautiful mate standing at the centre of the room, with nothing but a bathrobe to cover her body. She had a smile on her face, and her glasses reflected two candle lights on their bedside table.
"Good evening, Mr. Seville." She called him, her eyes formed to a mischievous, yet seductive way. Her voice made him weak to his knees.
He liked where this was going.
He walked closer to her, hearing the door slowly close behind him. He could smell the blue berry scent which was probably emitted by the candles. "Good evening, Mrs. Seville." He greeted back. "So, one minute I was gone, and when I came back, my mate happened to have gotten out of her bed wearing nothing but a silk robe with two candles lit on our bedside table. So, do you have anything in mind?"
"You're what's exactly on my mind. You think I'd fall asleep and let you back down on your promise?" She asked. Her elegant body swayed as one foot raced with the other in a slow pace, slowly walking towards him. Her eyes showed her intentions toward him, her desire, lust and love in equal burning in her pupils under her glasses. One she was close enough, she started to untie the ribbon on her robe. The silk cloth became loose, then slowly slid down her shoulder, revealing her most desirable chest. He could feel the softness of her fur even by looking at it. He could feel the fire burning in his stomach, and he can tell that Jeanette was feeling the same thing too.
The purple silk robe slid down further, revealing her luscious chest, then her belly, her groin, then finally landing on the hard, wooden ground. Once she'd exposed her body, she grinned at him, giving him the idea of how much hunger and lust she has for him. Oh, she wants him real bad tonight, just as much as he wants her.
"You promised me you'd spend more time with me. You promised to make every night special. You promised to make every night my heaven. I'm not going to sleep and let you back down on those promises, Simon." She told him.
"I forgot any promises I made to you. Of course I'm going to make every night memorable. I'm going to make sure you never forget the following nights."
"Well, that better be. We missed mating season because of your tour, and you've left me wanting and longing for you so bad. Now I can finally have you all to myself. I'm going to make you mine again. I'm going to remind you that you belong to me, you're my mate. That I'm the only girl you'll ever love."
They didn't know how or when they did it, but after they blinked, their bodies were bound together by their arms in a tight lock. Their lips were glued together, and their tongues wrestled for dominance. Jeanette's moans were steady, lustful, soft yet audible. He could feel her soft fur even underneath his sweater that he'd been dying to take off as soon as he saw her. With one swift motion, Jeanette thighs were wrapped around his waist, the rest of her body carried in his arms as they made their way to their bed.
He slowly set Jeanette down on her back. He wanted to pull out of the kiss to take off his sweater, but she wouldn't let him. Every time he'd pull out, she'd moan disappointedly, take her paws and place it around his neck and pulled him back into her lips. But he already felt her removing one paw, letting it slither down under his sweater, slowly pulling it over his head.
Her moans intensified, and their hormones took over. Simon removed his lips and allowed his tongue to freely slide down her neck, shoulder, chest, belly, then back to her lips again. The candles melted at a rapid rate, the room slowly dimmed as the light wore off. Soon, the candle melted at the middle of their foreplay, leaving the full moon's dim lights to light the room and arouse them even more.
And that's all needed to be said.
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The sun had come up as soon as they finished. Jeanette slowly landed on top of Simon, breathing heavily with a satisfied grin on her face. But she's not satisfied yet. She wants more of the pleasure that only Simon can give. But unfortunately, the sun had come up, and they wouldn't want anyone to wake up and hear her scream in pleasure.
The grey, dawn sky made the moon hide under the horizon. She felt Simon's arms running against her fur, landing on her back, pulling her close. She laid her head down close to his chest, listening to his quick heartbeat. She felt Simon's soft lips pressing against her head, his nose swallowing the scent of her hair.
"You're a giver, you know that?" He panted. "This night was a big one."
"I hope no one heard us, though. That would've been embarrassing." She said, recalling how loud she'd screamed during the last rounds.
"Don't worry. I asked Dave to install some soft cottons inside the walls, so you can scream all you want and no one can hear you."
"Well, then that means we can have one last round, right?"
"Not now. I'm a bit tired."
She grinned seductively. "Oh, come on. I know you want it." She traced his nose with a finger.
"I do. But like I said, I've got to balance the time between you and the kids. If I don't get to sleep, then the kids don't get to have their fun. And besides, we still have the next night, don't we? At least sixty nights, and we're going to make them all count."
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The whole room was quiet, only the light snores and breathings of the children are heard. The room's painted blue, and t'was spacious enough for eleven beds to fit. Everyone inside it was asleep, until suddenly, woken up by a loud scream.
On one bed, J'Nell, just like the rest of his siblings woke up. He took his glasses from his and Jermaine's bedside table. As soon as he adjusted it to the bridge of his nose, he looked at his right to see Stanley being held down by Simon Jr. and John. He was flailing his arms around.
"Stanley, what's wrong with you?" They asked him.
It seems Stanley was using her wrist to rub his eyes. His expression seemed shocked to death. "I- I can't see! I can't see!"
"What?" The others couldn't comprehend. Serene placed her paw on his chest, trying to get him to lie back down. "Stanley, please calm down. We can't help you if you keep trashing about like this."
Simon and John felt Stanley calming down as Serene'd told him. They loosened their grip on him. Stanley lied back down, his wrist covering his eyes. "Now, Stanley, please, tell us what's wrong." Serene asked again.
"I- I don't know. I- I just woke up and everything was blurry. I can't see a thing." Stanley answered, covering his eyes.
Serene wondered and thought for a second. Yep, it's normal for them to have their vision impaired at some point of their lives. Herself, J'Nell, Janice, Simon, Simone, Jeanette, Jermaine, Shannon have been wearing glasses for as long as they can remember. The rest, including Stanley still have normal visions. Until now for Stanley, that is.
"Stan, don't worry. It's normal. Mom is suffering from astigmatism, remember? And don't forget, dad wears glasses too." Simon assured him. He closed his eyes and removed his glasses, placing it on his brother's face. "There, hows that?"
Stanley blinked for a while as soon as he saw through them. Surprisingly, everything became clear again. "Wow," He remarked. "Astigmatism is a refractive eye error, right? How come I didn't know mom had that?"
"Because we thought you already knew." Serene answered.
Stanley took the glasses off and gave them back to Simon. "Thanks. So, I just have to tell mom and dad about this, right?"
Serene nodded. "Yep, and they'll get you a new pair of glasses."
"Are you sure I won't look bad with it?"
"Does mom or dad look bad with it? Do I look bad with it? Do J'Nell, Janice, Simone, Simon, and Jeanette look bad with it?"
Stanley chuckled. "You guys aren't that bad. But I'm not like you guys. I mean, come on, look how sharp my eyes are on the corner."
"I look like a girl, but do I ever complain about it?" J'Nell encouraged. "Take it this way, bro. Your eyes are sharp on the corners and it makes you look more intimidating."
"Yeah, but it'll look bad with the glasses."
"No, it won't."
"Yeah, I think glasses are kind of cute." Serene testified.
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Why do you think I hang out with daddy a lot?" Serene answered.
"Alright, point taken. But sorry for waking you guys up. What is it, like 6 o'clock?"
"5:49" Serene answered. "And it's no problem, Stanley. You got us a little worried."
"Yeah. But I don't think I can do much with my eyes like this right now. I'm just going to go back to sleep. Can you tell mom and dad about this?"
Serene patted his paw. "Sure. Sweet dreams."
Stanley went back to his covers, closing his eyes quickly, hoping that one blink would recover his vision. But no. Serene left his bed, and so has the rest of his siblings. The sun's already up, but no one showed interest in getting up early. The Seville's were never early persons.
Sorry for the lack of details. My eyes are three quarters closed as I'm writing this. I'm fine, everyone. Sorry for not updating as fast.