The plan was simple. Go in, grab the loot from Fat Cats old lair, and get out. Sneaking in wasn’t the hard part. It was trying not to get spotted. Or so they imagined.Thankfully, all things had been quiet. There were almost no guards really at work. The ones who were, only lazed around sleeping, laughing at each other or playing cards games between them. The one who were doing their job were doing a rather poor job of it, at best. The scent of heavy milk gave the rescue rangers plenty of reasons to why they were so lethargic and lumbering. “We’re almost there. We just gotta cross the street and head in through the back entrance.” Gadget told everyone as they scurried down the street, mindful to try and not catch any wandering cat eyes. “You sure we won’t get caught?” “As sure as Jack loves his cheese, Dale. Now, shhh!” Talk about a sure bet. Chip thought to himself as they came into the back entrance of the hideout. The uncared for factory was a mess. Pieces of scrap metal sticking out, wooden floors creaking even under their light weighted steps. The darkness that protected them only made the oppressive and choking feeling all the more intense with the covert operation. As they wandered down the halls, the smell of rusted metal, milk and champagne blended together, bringing to mind the all too familiar and fat feline. Dale was the first to speak through the darklite halls. “Ugh, this place always rubs me the wrong way.” He whispered. “Right you are my squeaky friend” Monterey Jack added. “Always seems like our chubby feline foe and his flunkies are just a corner away. Doing or planning gracious knows what to who. Worse than any bugger I’ve run into.” “No arguments there, Jack. Now if we make a turn down this hall and take the next left, we should be at the farthest back storage.” Gadget traced the walls with her finger, as if following an invisible map. Dale, Chip and Jack followed her without question, knowing their pivotal pilot, engineer and inventor wouldn’t steer them in the wrong direction. They simply chalked it up her knowing the layout to memory and experience from having to sneak around the place in the past. Just as she said. Down the hall and one left, they arrived to a dimly lit room, barely bigger than a closet. “Pay dirt!” Gadget abandoned any form of stealth and started digging around the back room while everyone else looked around. “Ever since Fat Cat moved to a new place, he left this one to rot. Last time I was here, I left a couple of important things behind and I wanted to get them back! Thanks for tagging along guys!” Gadget flashed her friends with a bright beaming smile. “Ah it's quite alright love! Happy to help a madam looking for her lost items!” Jack let out a hearty laugh as he began picking through the piles of forgotten boxes. “So… What are we looking for, again?” “Look for a white and brown suitcase. It has great grand pappy’s old wrench in it. I wanted to bring it home with me but I got mixed up here and couldn’t bring it with me during the escape. I remember hiding it back here.” “Leave it to us!” The Chipmunk brothers spoke in unison, digging through the collections. The Rescue Rangers looked and sorted through the back entrance, careful not to make too much noise and draw any unwanted attention to themselves from the left over minions looking out for their felonious leaders stuff. ________________ The minutes slowly began to creep up, becoming an hour that slowly dragged on. Chip, always the eager one to make a plan for everything, came up with the idea to split up and return to the front in an hour. More ground covered and more eyes all over the room. While security was lax at best, the rangers knew not to push their luck to hard. Never know when a sneaky rat, weasel or cat would be lurking around. Dale was keeping his eyes peeled for the suitcase Gadget described. Pearly white with a hand painted purple handle and padlock. A combination of colors near impossible to miss. The deeper he wandered in, the darker everything seemed to get. The rotten wood planks of the floor, rusted metal walls. And to top it off, the storage front was just a bunch of discarded trash. The little chipmunk wondered what was the point of keeping everything back here. “Maybe he’s a hoarder or something. He certainly loves his stuff.” Dale told himself. “Though maybe..” Before he could get the words out, he shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts out. “Come on Dale! Focus! Gadget needs your help! No time to be let yourself won… Woa-who-whoaaaa…” The chipper of the two brothers turned a corner and came upon what looked like a film needs dream. Tape reels littered the area like it was trash. At a glance, he could make a good guess there were maybe a little under a hundred if not more. Mystified, he picked up the closest one and noticed a familiar name written in black marker on the white label. “Gadget Show #8” “Number 8?” Questions ran through his mind like Jack and the space between him and a thick slice of cheese. Why was it named after Gadget? Number one of how many? Why was it hidden back here? Were Fat Cat and his cronies spying on her?! The questions piled up, further increasing the chipmunks curiosity as possibilities expanded. ``I know I can’t just show these to everyone. Chip and Jack probably won’t let me get away with a sneak.’ Gadget will probably want these destroyed… Not wanting to embarrass her, Dale came to a conclusion. ‘Alright, I’ll take as many as I can, watch them and if they’re bad, I’ll get rid of them and I won’t ever bring it up to her.’ With a new side mission on his mind, Dale took the first reel back to the plain, carefully hiding it. Thankfully it wasn't much bigger than himself. And with the storage compartment, there was plenty of space for him to take a few stacks without weighing the plane down too much. Dale wasn’t sure what was making his heartbeat stronger: sneaking behind his friends back to take something or the mystery behind the films… ________________ The mission ended up being a bust in the end. The gang couldn’t find gadgets briefcase. While the young lady tried to put on a brave face, everyone could tell she was more than a little saddened. Jack even offered to make a big dinner and they could try again tomorrow. While she happily took the dinner offer up, she chose to just enjoy a night tinkering and working before bed and try again down the line. The guilt inside grew but Dale’s desire to see what was on the film was overshadowed by his curiosity. Right into the night, when everyone was asleep, he took the reels to his own little hideaway. A respectable hut that he’d use to read his comics in peace. Far enough away from home so no one would hear anything, doors locked and his own little projector set up on a single wall. ‘Perfect’ He looked them over to see exactly which numbers he had. In order he had 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 11, 13 and five others marked with “???” written messely on them. So he had twelve films all to himself and possibly about his closest female friend. Instead of trying to wonder what was in them, he took a deep breath and set up film #2, starting as close as he could to the beginning. “3...2… 1.” He clicked the switch and saw everything come to life. It opened up with a blank white screen for a few seconds. Then it cut away to what he could only imagine was a room in fat cats old place. The camera wobbled a bit, obvious sign an amateur was handling it. Finally it was placed down on a solid surface, giving it a chance to stabilize and focus. “Gadget!” He gasped. In her signature jumpsuit, her hands were tied up and she shot the camera a dangerous angry glare. Sharper than any kind of angry look she’d given the guys if they ever did something she didn’t like. There was genuine hatred behind it. “Well well…” Came an offscreen voice. “Still got some fight left in you? Maybe you need some more discipline, eh? Or maybe we should chuck this into the sea!” There was a rattle from behind the camera. Gadget’s eyes widened and the hate she had disappeared. She withdrew into herself. ‘It has to be the briefcase. Maybe I can find out where it is though these!’ Dale concluded. ‘That should make Gadget happy!’ “That’s a good little rat. Now, behave and we might be nice ourselves.” It clicked in Dale’s mind who the person was. With perfect timing, a tall lanky weasel walked out from behind the camera. “Le Sewer!” Gadget spat his name out. “Ah Ah! No back talk my cute little friend.” He moved behind her, a small knife in hand. She flinched as he disappeared behind her. She didn’t try to look at him or turn. All she could do was steal quick looks at the camera, either in fear of what was going to be recorded or silent begs for help from the audience. ”No need to strain yourself either. We’re going to be here for a while… Now let’s give things another chance before, no?” There was a sudden cutting sound, enough to make even Dale jump. Gadget raised her hands, now free from her earlier bindings. There was a silence between them as Gadget felt her now free hands. Dale begged her to run in his mind but knew she wouldn’t if the following films were any indication. Gadget, in a twist, began taking off her jumpsuit. “Uh-uh. Slowly. For the camera.” Le Sewer’s smile was unnerving enough but every word felt like hearing sewage water running off. Doing as she was told, she undid everything, slowly showing more and more skin than before. She didn’t dare look at the camera as she exposed herself. With her jumpsuit gone she was left in only her white t-shirt and underwear. Sewerdidn’t have to say a word for her to continue. Dale’s eyes scanned her figure, taking it the curves and muscle the tinker had built up over the years with messing with machines. Gadget finally stripped off the last of her garments, leaving her clothes on the floor and herself exposed for all the camera to see. She tried covering herself with her hands but Le Sewer wasn’t having any of that. He wagged his finger and she understood, pulling her hands away and fully exposing herself. “A cute little mouse like you needs a real man in her life. A shame that body isn’t being put to use like it was meant for.” Sewer stood over her, hands on her bare shoulders. He tapped along the fuzzy shoulder like he was playing a piano, all the while Gadget tried to condense herself like a spring and just bounce away from the situation. “Now let’s give our lovely audience a taste of what you’ll be enjoying tonight. The film’s audio did little to hide exactly what he meant. Dale’s heart sank as he watches the weasel’s cock come into view, resting on her shoulder. It was completely reddish pink, and it looked thicker than her whole arm. As close as Dale got to the screen, he could tell it throbbed as it rested on her bare shoulder. He could even see her throat twitch, likely trying to resist the urge to vomit, either from the smell or just the fact the weasel’s private meat was simply touching her. “Bigger than anything you’ve had I bet. Now, let’s get to it shall we?” “...” Either because of the threat earlier or out of disgust, she didn’t reply. She turned to it and took it into her mouth. “That’s it love. Get a gooooood taste of it now.” She forced herself to savor the villain's privates. Tears welled and spilled out of her eyes and all the while, Sewer laughed and sighed in content as he was serviced. Her beautiful red hair bounced to a fro as she moved her head back and forth, forced to please him. The whole time he watched, Dale found himself beating off to the disgusting act in front of him. Gadget, the sweetest girl he knew and called his friend, was gulping down the enemies cock like her life depended on it, which for all she knew at the time, it did. Was it seeing her baring it all for the world to see? The betrayal from seeing her service the enemy? Just the pure raw sex? Whatever it was exactly, Dale watched everything unfold with a new sense of desire. “That’s enough now.” Le Sewer grabbed her luscious red hair and pulled her out. The available light in the room left his meat glistening with spit. Gadget was coughing and hacking up spit, trying to resist the urge to vomit on camera. “Come now love, it ain’t the first time you had some of us in there. Hehehehehehehe!!!” The sick laugher and Gadget on the ground left Dale’s own cock was trembling, threatening to spew out his load before the main event. ‘This is sick! I-I- need to stop this!’ Even when he told himself, it only made his cock ache more. When will he ever see this kind of action with Gadget? Or ever period? He questioned himself over and over, trying to come up with a reason to force himself to stay and watch the film to the end. “You like the taste of a real man don’t you, hun?” Gadget, didn’t reply, trying to wipe the taste out of her mouth. “Now, turn around and give us a good angle.” She didn’t move, silently defying her captor. “Alright then, we’re doing it the hard way.” He stated. Gadget was grasped and spun around by her hair, hard enough to leave her momentarily stunned and to face him proper. Even with his eyes hidden away, Dale could almost feel him eating up the sight before him. Was she shaven? Smooth? Did she trim herself down below? The thought was enough to send the chipmunk over the edge and let loose a torrent of his jizz across the floor, leaving a mess all over the otherwise clean floor. He trembled and twitched as his balls emptied every wasted seed hit the floor with a wet smack. Dale felt… Sastified. Then guilty. Bitterly guilty. Not only did he finish sooner than he meant, he felt the weight of his actions. He betrayed his friends trust, seeing something she’d rather have destroyed. He imagined how ashamed Gadget probably would feel if she knew he knew these films existed. … And how disappointed she would feel in him. It left his stomach in christmas light levels of knots. With his cum soaked hand, he was about to get up and turn the film off when he heard an audible gasp. “MMMH! MH-MH! MHMMHH!!” Dale locked onto Gadget’s wide open eyes, watching them squint and look right into the camera as she was being pounded and kissed by the large weasel bastard. He wasn’t gentle in any sense of the word. Dale could see everything. Their pink tongues dancing together in her mouth. Her modest breasts bouncing wildly like a pair of water balloons on a trampoline. Every impact of his hips slamming into hers with the slightest bulge Dale was almost sure was there from her stomach. Le Sewer’s cock made a series of wet squishes as he delved deeper into Gadget’s wet socket, plunging into her rougher than before. Gadget’s free hand was grasping the sheets, crushing them in her grip as she took everything. … And Dale couldn’t resist. Using his still fresh load as lube, Dale worked himself back up into a heated fervor. He matched the intensity and impact of each thrust with his strokes, almost hurting himself but imagining what it was like. Gadget’s hot walls clamping down on him, Her smooth fur and skin. The smell of her beautiful hair… “So good…” Dale whispered to himself. They finally stopped kissing, only for Le Sewer to rest his head on her shoulder. The two of them panted heavely from the explossive sex. If Dale didn’t know any better, he was sure the film was almost coming to life. The way Sewer’s face moved to look right at the camera, he gave a disgusting, crooked smile. The hand holding Gadget up ran up her thigh before getting a good grasp of her left cheek. The little mouse under him let out squeaks and whines that the rescue ranger never imagined he’d hear coming out of her. “Ya like that don’t you, little miss mouse?” He gave her left cheek a hard skin to skin slap. “You’re feeling good ain’t you girly? Don’t think I didn’t notice your juicy bits squeezing down on me.” He gave her another hard tap. Again. And again. And again. Each strike, left her backside red bruised. Dale was a sputtering mess on the floor, cum splashing around as she edged himself towards the end. Concern for his friend only fueled his desire to see how she made it out of everything okay. How she was still the amazing friend he knew. Her beauty still there… “Here we go! The final bit!” Gadget’s eyes looked as if they grew bigger at the statement. “Pull out!!!” She cried. The first real sentence she’s said and they were about the ending. “Please, not inside!” She tried pushing him away but the stronger male had everything in his corner. He was stronger, bigger and the leverage he had over her made it impossible to push him away or get away. With one hand holding down one arm, the other went from her rear to her breast, clutching it like the treasure it is “Ahhh no love. Not too often I get to blow my rocks off in a warm willing hole. And you’re gonna get every drop I got backed up in me!” Crazed laughter came from him while Gadget looked as if she saw a ghost. She started yelling and saying all sorts of things to get him off. She begged, pleaded and made all sorts of deals that went into one ear and out the other for both Dale and Sewer. Both males sped up, eager to get to the finish line. “Here we go! Almost…! Allllmost…!” Dale took every moment of willpower to stop himself from coming, not slowing down a bit. He wanted to match the man that took Gadget, he wanted to feel like it was him right there, taking her sweet flower against her will. “Whooo yeahhh!” He stopped thrusting, holding himself down onto her. The whites of Gadget’s eyes seemed to take over for half a second as she felt the gross vermin seed coat her insides. With tears in her eyes, she looked right at the camera, just in time as Dale’s own seed covered her face and parts of her now padded down hair. He surprised himself with the distance as two follow up shots hit her face again. “Yeah you feel that don’t ya?” That’s all me going around in you. Breath it in love.” While he snickered, Gadget covered her face with her arm, trying to hide her shame in front of the camera, knowing it was far too late and useless. It didn’t stop her however. “Ahhh don’t cry. You’ll have plenty of time to rest before we have some more fun. And if you be a good girl this time, I won’t need to be so rough, right?” Her only response was more sobs. Right there, the film ended. The last strip fluttered against the metal plating of the projector. Dale was left alone with his thoughts and the massive mess of cum left behind from his actions. A storm of feelings and thoughts went over his mind. All Dale knew was that what he watched actually happened. The proof was right in front of him. It played in front of him! He watched… Every second of it. He enjoyed every second of it! The source of his affections was physically assaulted by a known criminal. And here he is, now limp cock in hand and a mess of cum surrounding him and all over his hands. And he wanted more. Right then and there, he refused to throw the films away or destroy them. He had to see what else was there and what else he would enjoy. ‘Gadget’s okay now.’ he told himself. She was indeed. She wasn’t stuck under fat cats rule. She wasn’t raising some crooks kid. She was still the happy go lucky wonderous inventor surrounded by friends that he knew when he woke up this morning. Gadget is still Gadget. With all that in Mind, Dale knew if she ever saw these, she’d throw his friendship away and never trust him again. But if it meant he got to see more of what he just did, it… Wouldn’t be worth it. … But Dale couldn’t resist. Not bothering to hide his shame, he took the first film off and back in its proper place. He wanted to watch another but knowing that if he did, it wouldn’t be anywhere as good as the first time. He was tired, excited. Sick of his own selfish desires for the night. Making sure to clean himself and the room up, he hid the film away for another day.