How odd of a life it is, being a chipmunk. Even stranger, being a FAMOUS chipmunk.  It comes with… certain expectations.  
The fans… they see you a certain way.  And if you were to do something outside of those parameters, they’re quick to hate you just as much as they love you.  If anyone would know this, it'd be Alvin. And now, his latest problem would definitely cause an uproar. 
All throughout the year, he'd have the hots for Brittany.  How couldn’t he when there was so much about her he liked?  But that was obvious.  That’s what they expected.  Even if he showed it by constantly messing with her. Yeah, she could be just as annoying to him, but she had an awesome sweet side that only made him want her more.  That’s what he liked and the fans loved.  
But, lately, every year when springtime rolled around, there was such a nice scent in the air… and those thoughts changed. Instead of just hugging her in bed or on the couch, he imagined her body pinned beneath his, convulsing, sweaty, trembling, and clinging tightly to his as he pounded her brains out and reveled in her screams of ecstasy. But, it was Brittany, his own girlfriend, so why complain?
…however
The odd part was when those thoughts changed. Sometimes, instead of her, he found that he was thinking of Jeanette. Or Eleanor. Or, sometimes, on those stranger days, it'd be one of his brothers!
Clearly, he couldn’t talk about this!  So, at this time of year, Alvin had started hiding himself away from the others, trying his best to not be caught when his mind was bombarded with those thoughts. Why would he imagine rutting his brothers' girlfriends...? Or even them?  There’s no way that’d fly, and yet he couldn’t help himself.  
Regardless, it was much better to keep quiet about it all.

Springtime. Again. Same as last year.  Of course it was. 
 Alvin sighed as he collapsed in his bed, smothering his face in the bright red pillow and letting out a muffled scream. Once again, here he was, stuck thinking of having each of the girls under him, or even up above and riding him. He had barely escaped that smell this time. The worst part had to be the way his body reacted.
Positively. Encouraging him. Egging him on to make those thoughts a reality.  Driving him to take it all.  
"Stop..." he huffed, grasping at his ears and yanking them down, letting out a frustrated growl as he rolled over onto his back. "Ughhh… i can’t take this anymore!" He groaned to himself, flopping over on his back so he could look down at his crotch. Of course he was starting to poke out. Something that pink against his brown fur was impossible to hide, even if he pushed his jacket down as far as he could.  
"Simon will freak out, Theo won't know what I'm talking about, and the girls-“ He stopped himself, deciding it would be better to not think of them any more than he already had. 
Alvin's spiral was interrupted as he heard the door handle click, his ears flicking up at the slight squeak of the door opening, accompanied by the sound of paws on the wooden floor.
"H-Hey, who's there?" He asked, rolling onto his belly before standing up, going to the edge of his bed and checking down the ladder.
Bad choice. 
Simon's head crashed right into his, making Alvin fall back on the blanket, holding his head as it throbbed in pain.
"Owww!  Si, what the heck man?!  Gaaah!”
Simon did the same, cursing under his breath as he tried to rub away the aching sensation. "Jeez, Alvin, I'll knock next time." He says sarcastically, giving Alvin an irritated glare. "Not that you'd answer, anyway. You are aware that we share this room, right? You can't just keep it to yourself."
"Well… What about here?  You're the one who was coming onto my bed! Your’s is under mine!  You can at least try to say you're gonna do that!" Alvin countered, to which Simon just rolled his eyes.
"I came to check on you." He spoke once the waves of pain had faded. "You've made a recluse of yourself seven times this week, and that was just in the past three days." Simon continued. "Not to mention you've done the same thing for the past two years. Always when spring comes by, you try to disappear."
"Hmph!  What’s it to ya, Simon?  Didn’t think you were just watching me that long!”  Alvin flicked his tail as he stood.  “Maybe I just want some time alone, huh? You know, go somewhere I won't be headbutted?" Alvin huffed. "You’re not my boss!  Maybe it's just a seasonal thing!"
Simon just sighed, then sat himself down in front of Alvin. "Alright, look. If… If there's something wrong, you can tell me. I'd rather try to help you than watch you act so strange again." He insisted.
Alvin's gaze eased up a little. Simon hadn’t noticed his “problem”, so he quickly curled his tail around to hide his crotch.  “Si, i just... It’s… if I tell you, you have to swear that you won't tell anyone else." Alvin said, grabbing hold of Simon's jacket, gripping it firmly in his paws. "Or hit me or get mad or anything like that!"
"Er... A-Alright, go ahead." Simon said, pushing out of Alvin's hold. "How bad can it be?"
"Well…"
*…*
Simon's mouth hung agape for a while, his wide-eyed stare not breaking from Alvin for a good few minutes. "I... Yeah, this was a bad idea." Alvin says as he gently shakes Simon's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry, alright? But that's just how it's been for me, for years. I just can't control it, so I just hide away."
"I... I would have rather you used less detail in your explanation." Simon managed to say, removing his glasses, habitually wiping them on his sleeve. "Especially the parts about Jeanette." He added a hint of venom in his tone as he put his glasses back on. The hostility faded, though, when he looked to Alvin's face. There was... genuine confusion. Even more than usual. He couldn't fault him too much. "Look, Alvin..." He starts, scooting to Alvin's side, gently putting a paw on his shoulder. "It... happens to all of us."
"...You think about fucking Bri-"
"Alvin, language. And let me finish." Simon interrupted.  A little smile was forming on Alvin's face. "Go on." He said, gesturing for Simon to continue. 
Simon wrinkled his nose a little, then nodded. 'It's for his own good...' he thought, taking a deep breath. "Springtime is simply a time of year when chipmunks and many other animals are ready for... well, procreation." he says. Noticing Alvin's blank stare, he let out a heavy breath. “Obviously I haven’t asked anyone, but i’ve read it can be unbearable if it isn’t handled… or at least that’s how it is for the girls.  In laymen's terms, or better, your terms, it's when our body's want us to fuck." He spoke quickly, cheeks almost noticeably lightened with a blush. What a vulgar term… 
"Simooon! Language!" Alvin joked, giving his brother a playful push. "So, hold on, these thoughts are all normal, right? And you said we ALL have them?  How do you deal with it?”
“Well actually i’ve been able to make something on the off chance I-“ Catching on quick, Simon held up his paws. "Wait a minute!  N-Now Alvin, don't you start getting any ideas! I know that look and whatever you're thinking won't end well for anyone!" Simon yelled, getting to his feet.  “All I’m doing is clarifying your situation, not encouraging you to be reckless!”
Alvin was already ahead of him, though, sliding down the ladder. "Too late, Si! I got a good idea and you’re gonna help! This should be great for all six of us!" He says, bolting towards the door. 
Before he could jump to the handle, though, Alvin found himself yelping as Simon tackled him, having leapt off the top bunk to pin him down. The two munks went tumbling up until they hit the door with Simon crouched down atop Alvin.
"Oof! Simon, what the heck?!"
Simon's angry glare was definitely weakened by his blush. "Alvin, I know exactly what you're thinking." He says, not letting Alvin up. "If you're going to even THINK about bringing this up with the others, it won't end well! Just because we all might think it doesn't mean-"
"Aww, come on. Who's more persuasive than me?" Alvin asks slyly, looking off to the side, giving Simon a sly smirk. "Don't worry about it, I'll just make an offer no one can refuse, and we'll be golden! Everyone's gonna benefit, and you'll see I'm right.  Oh, and uh, i’ve been half out this whole time, and you’re pretty close to it-“
“Alvin!  Ew!”  Simon quickly scampered off of his brother.  “I hope you know you’re insufferable!”
With that, Alvin managed to squirm from under Simon, laughing to himself as he hurried out of the room.
Sighing, Simon followed after him, shaking his head in defeat. "What have I unleashed…?"

Not too long after, Alvin had all six chipmunks rallied into the living room, all sitting on the couch. He wasted no time in explaining his scheme and, of course, it resulted in just how anyone could have guessed.
"Of all the dumbest, grossest, straight up WRONGEST things you've come up with, Alvin, this tops them all!  Top of the damn list, do you hear me?!”
Alvin was now cowering behind a pillow, shielding himself from his girlfriend's sudden burst of wrath. "I-It was just a suggestion, Britt! Calm down, please!"
"Calm down? Calm down!? You're... You're... You're sick! A-And stupid! And dumb!" Brittany shouted, her claws scratching uselessly against the tough pillow Alvin hid under. "How can you even THINK any of us would want to do that?!" She growled, giving up on her assault. Brittany plopped down on the couch again, cheeks blushed and arms crossed. "And to be so blunt about it, too…"
Slowly but surely, Alvin emerged from behind the pillow, giving a wary glance to Brittany before scampering to the other end of the couch, clearing his throat. "Okay. So, first of all, you can thank Simon for giving me the idea." He stated. "Now, before I was so RUDELY interrupted, I was saying that since all of us end up thinking about this kinda stuff, we should just... go along with it!" He says, arms outstretched for even the slightest sign of agreement.
And yet, the other five munks remained quiet. "Ookay, next thing. Think about it! We've known each other for years. We're closer friends than anyone around! And, more importantly, it's not like there’s anyone else who would give us this chance. We can't do anything with humans."
Still, no one seemed convinced. Alvin pouted, looking over to his brothers. Simon had turned his head away, and Theodore just looked somewhat confused.   Alvin let out a little growl.  "Oh come on, you guys! There's no way I'm the only one who got turned on just from the way the girls smelled!" 
He then turned his gaze to the Chipettes. Eleanor’s focus was on Theodore, while Jeanette had been trying to hide her face on the top of the couch.   Brittany, however, was still glaring daggers.  
“And Simon said that heat for you girls is something terrible if you can't be satisfied! You can say I'm just being a perv, but I just thought we could cut through the weird vibe by trying it once!"
Brittany opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted. "He uh... kinda does have a point, Brittany… at least a little bit." 
Jeanette's soft voice piped up from her perch.  When Brittany turned her heated gaze onto her, Jeanette cowered slightly, nearly scampering back up. But she cleared her throat to continue. "He… isn't wrong! W-We're the only chipmunks around, and definitely the only ones like us. And... I'm not sure I can handle another year trying to stave it off by myself." She said, her voice a bit firmer now, her gaze naturally going over to Simon's spot on the couch's arm.
"And, by nature... we'd have found multiple mates by now." She concluded, paws resting atop her soft purple skirt. "I just don't want it to get so bad I try chasing squirrels again."  That last part brought back her earlier flustered demeanor. 
Brittany's anger faded to confusion. "Wait wait, so... what you're saying is you'd want to do it so... openly?" She asked. Jeanette could only muster a slight nod in response.
“Well… I don’t really know but-“
"Okay so, like, it'd be really, really weird. Like, super weird." Eleanor chimed in next. She nestled up against a pillow with Theodore, her paw clasped tightly around his foot now. Alvin's proposal had caused her to blush heavily, staying close to her counterpart. "But, if everyone here is probably okay with it... Then why not?”  Despite her certainty, she was still blushing beneath her fur.  “I mean, it's not like we're gonna be performing again any time soon. Why not try to have some fun in the meantime?" She spoke, trying her best to stay positive about the awkward situation. Theodore only nodded in agreement, ready to agree with Ellie on just about anything.
Brittany let out a heavy sigh, then looked back at Alvin, causing him to flinch. "Okay… Know what? Fine, Alvin... If we go through with this... What's in it for the rest of us?"
"What do you mean? All six of us banging each other like no tomorrow isn't enou- Gah! Help, help she’s crazy!" Alvin squeaked out as Brittany pounced on top of him, her claws hooked deep into the collar of his jacket.  She pulled him close until their noses were squished together.  
"Now you listen here, you little playboy wannabe, and you listen good. I'm not about to go all out with Theodore and Simon and probably get pregnant just because I'm horny. So, there better be some kind of payoff." She growled, her eyes locked firmly with his.
Alvin gulped. "J-Jeez, Britt. You sure can make your point." He says, gently pushing her off of him. "Fine, when it's all said and done... I'll do ONE embarrassing thing. And I mean ONE." Alvin says. "On camera. And... you guys can decide what it is."
"Aaaand?" Brittany huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Cut me some slack, would ya?" Alvin whined. What do I gotta do, take on most of the chores?"
To that, the other five munks looked among themselves for a few moments, then back to Alvin.
"Deal."
Alvin blinked in surprise, having heard it from each of the others. It wasn't every day they all agreed on something. "W-Wait, what?  What?!”
Brittany put a paw on her hip. "You heard us.  You wanna swing, lover boy? Well, it sounds like you managed to convince everyone… Sorta. You're just gonna have to pay for it too." She spoke with a grin spreading across her face. "And I think I'm gonna reeeeally enjoy that part."
"Oh joy..." Alvin mumbled as his ears laid flat on his head.

"So, uh, we all know Dave's gonna be out for a good while." Simon spoke. They had relocated back to their shared bedroom, all congregated on Theodore's bottom bunk bed.  “As he tends to do since we stopped performing as much.”
Simon was in the middle of the group, standing on an open notebook while he leaned against a pen.  He looked down to the page; everyone's names now being signed on it.  Including his own. He was doing his best to keep his composure, though his expression was one of clear flustered compliance. To think things managed to get this far… he glanced around.
As much as he wouldn't admit it out loud, Alvin was right, to some extent. Both his brothers were squirming around some in their spots, and the scent that had been coming from the Chipettes was much too alluring. He grunted, forcing himself to focus.
"To recap, we'll all be... enjoying each other, at least for tonight. But, to keep everything simple, us guys will only… fully release inside our… mates, and use the protection I made for everyone else." He spoke, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and producing six condoms, placing them on top of the notebook.  “When you’re done, just come back to the room and when everyone is here we’ll switch.  Now, remember that these are good for one u-“
"Hold on, you have... condoms? For our size?" Alvin interrupted, wrinkling his nose. "How? And how would you know how big to make them?" He asked, giving Simon a skeptical glare.
Simon sighed. "Don't question things you don't really want the answer to, Alvin. They're just approximations that I based on myself. They'll stretch, anyway, so I didn't have to guess." Simon replied, rolling his eyes. "Besides, you had your way of dealing with things, I had mine, just like I said.  And i’ve had plenty of time to make them."
"Soooo… why did we write down our names, again?" Theodore asked, timid as ever.
"It is simply a sign of our commitment to each other, Theodore." Simon responded. "If there are no other questions, then I believe we can… get started. I suggest we save our significant others for last, as I only had enough material to make six condoms total." He added.
The other five traded nervous glances. How well would this work...? The room went quiet.
"Weeelllll..." Alvin says, breaking the silence as he gets up to his feet. "Simon's somehow made condoms for us, everyone's literally on the same page, and we've all agreed to this so without further delay... Let's Get Munked!"
He received a collective groan from the others as the group broke apart, each of the guys retrieving their two condoms. “Alvin… i will pay you to never make that reference again.” Simon said as he left out the room with Eleanor.  Then, Theodore was lead out by Brittany, who gave Alvin a deathly glare. "Hurt her and I hurt you." it said. 
Alvin flinched, his gaze going over to Jeanette, who remained seated on the bed, watching Simon go.  “Hehe… oh boy…” Tonight was going to be a long one...