From an outside view, the Rescue Rangers seemed like a perfect team. They worked well together, did everything they could do to complete a mission and thwart evil.


Chip, the organized leader.


Gadget, the heroine with a heart of gold.


Monterey Jack, the ace adventure with a taste for ch-ch-ch-cheese.


Zipper, the fly with a courage greater than his size.


… And then there’s Dale. 


He’s not exactly the most coordinated or heroic or intelligent or… Well the list goes on. 


Dale’s always been one of the more to do support work for the team and even then, he’s not exactly the best at that. To say Zipper, the team pet, is a bigger and better part of the team wouldn’t be too far from the truth. 


Dale’s interests range from goofing off whenever he can at the base to enjoying some of his more erotic past times. Self pleasure while reading his favorite issues of Milf Mouses Monthly. Listening to some erotic casset tapes. Or his unknown favorite past time of watching Gadget work while he was hidden away, observing her with one hand while the other played with himself. 


A self proclaimed pervert, he wasn’t usually shy about what he liked. Or who he liked. Mainly Gadget. The hardworking mouse and ace pilot of the team. Her beautiful bouncy strawberry blond hair. Her warm disposition made it easy to befriend the little lady. So friendly and nice… And cute.


Seeing her inventing away without a care. Hammering out dents in projects or wiping away the residue of oil. All the while wearing her signature coveralls that dared to show a hint of the lovely figure hidden underneath. 


Dale lost how many times he’s touched himself without her even being aware. The absolute best one was when he was almost caught by Gadget herself. It was a late evening during a particularly warm summer in the garage. Chip, Monterey and ZIpper had called it a night. Dale was about to head in to head to bed when he saw her working and decided to enjoy a small session. Mid way through, she pulled her top off, left only in a white T-shirt soaked in sweat.


Dale walked up to her as she worked, still stroking his cock and just watched her work. Absent minded of her close friend beating off to her partially clothed body. His little heart was beating so fast he couldn’t stop himself from shooting off his load onto her without her noticing. Before she could even notice him, Dale ran away, cock swinging between his legs.


Every day since then, the chipmunk had been dreaming of going further. Of being caught by her and things turning into his own little sexual dream come true. 


The things he made her do… It made Dale’s monster sized member swell back to life. Whenever he saw Chip talking to her, it seemed to make the dimmer of the two brothers angry. Chip always seemed to make her laugh without making a fool out of himself. One time during a voyeur session, he watched in horror as his older brother received a kiss on the cheek!


That’s what you’d expect to see from a couple. They’ve been together for weeks now and every day or night, Chip would talk about their dates or how happy he is to be with her. Before they became official, Dale still remembers the day she rejected him when he asked fit they could be together.


        “I”m sorry Dale… It wouldn’t work out. But you’ll always be my friend!”


And that was it.


That was the last straw that Dale could take. 


Gadget was his! No one elses! His and his alone!


And he was gonna make damn sure come tomorrow… 


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The following day started out just like Dale wanted. 


They got an incoming message for a mission like they usually would. The mission itself asked for two guys only. The lazy chipmunk pretended to be in a deep sleep, not waking up or reacting even a little when he was shaken by his brother. So that only left Chip and Monterey to fill in the requirements for the job, with a sneaky zipper coming along for back up. At most, the trio would be gone for a day and a half, baring it not being too much of a windy day.


It was just them now…


Dale came into her workshop once he was sure the guys had left. 


Gadget was screwing it a few bolts on some contraption, not noticing dale until his shadow creeped up on her. As she turned to see him, her heart skipped a beat. Instead of the normally goofy smile on his face, the one he was wearing now looked unnatural. Big and wide, showing a lot of his teeth. 


        “Ooh! Jeez Dale you scared the honkers out of me! But my heart’s still beating so no worries! The guys had to leave on a mission without you this time but they’ll be back in a day or so!” Gadget went to put her tools away before turning back to Dale. 


        “Uhmm… Gadget? C-could we…” Dale moved closer, invading the engineer’s personal bubble. “Could we… Ummm…” 


        “Co-” before she could repeat his question he blurted out.


        “Could we have sex?!”


Everything fell silent. Dale’s heart froze. He did it. He finally asked her. What would she-


        “Oh Dale…”


No…


        “You know I like you right? As a friend. As a best friend. But I’m with your brother. I’m sorry and I know its hurting you-”


NO.


As she went on, Dale just felt something inside him snap. Frustration? Anger? Jealously? Everything all rolled up into one.


Dale moved closer, pushing his face into the genesis strawberry hair, smelling the mixture of motor oil, grease and sweat. She backed away, visibly uncomfortable with the act. Gadget knew her friend must be hurting inside so she brushed it off for his sake. 


‘Maybe we should get something to eat. It’ll calm him down.’ Gadget looked at her scorned friend with a warm smile..


“What do you say we go get someth-MMH??!”


Dale took his chance.


 He tackled Gadget to the ground, forcing his pudgy lips onto hers. The look of shock on her eyes just made her seem all the more beautiful. Even as she tried to force him off, the thrill of finally going forward, of doing what he wanted was almost too much for him to bear. His heart was racing, adrenaline coursed through his veins. An excitement unlike anything before filled him up so much he thought he was going to explode.


Gadget tried pushing him off but tasting his sugar and snack food soaked lips made her stomach churn. The little field mouse pushed aside her feelings for him as a friend as she kicked him off. Only seconds later did he climb right back on top of her, desperate to feel her soft feminine lips on his again. This time however, she pushed aside any feelings of friendship as she slugged him in the bridge of his nose with all her might.


To her shock, her strike did little to nothing. Still wearing that disturbing grin, Dale just moved her fist off his face and pushed her down with more force than before. Despite his laziness he was strong when it mattered. 


        “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good!” he said, giggling with childlike wonder as he tore apart her coveralls, exposing parts of her legs and thighs.


        “GET OF!!” she screamed, hitting him over and over. Years of handiwork gave the mouse plenty of muscle to get any work done. But it was one thing when punching someone as literally hard headed as Dale. The chipper chipmunk had her at his mercy. 


        “N-no need to worry! I promise, i--i-it’ll be better than anything Chip could do! I swear!” he said, desperation obvious on his face. By now, the power struggle was reduced to him pinning her arms to the side and his legs on top of hers. 


        Gadget was confused by what he meant until she looked down and saw what was pressing against her. Her blood ran cold seeing the thick cock coming from his peanut butter colored fur. Relative to their size, he was 9, maybe 10 inches long and as thick as her wrist. A cold sweat soaked what remained of her clothes as the beating meat dragged along her leg.


        “D-dale, listen to me, okay? If you stop now, I’ll forget th-this ever happened.” as scared as she is, she’s a quick thinker. Trying to calm him down and talk things out. They’re friends, he has to listen to reason. “You don’t want to hurt me, do you Dale?”


For a single moment, the goof ball considered her words. 


But the next, Dale was reminded of the countless nights he’d imagine her and his brother having sex. The way he’d kiss her neck. How gentle she’d moan or had whispered his name. The happy look on her face when they were just cuddling in bed. Then the words echoed in his mind one more time…


“It wouldn’t work out…”


He laughed. 


Harder and harder…


And harder.


Now Gadget knew there was no reasoning with him. 


With all her might, Gadget lifted one knee off of him to bring his head forward and headbutted him hard enough to knock him off her body, giving her most of the leverage. She pushed him back again and bolted up, running for the closest weapon she could use to defend herself. 


Two steps was as far as she got before she felt his hand around her ankle, tripping her. She managed to catch herself before any real harm. She spun around to see his familiar goofy grin. The unsettling feeling in her stomach only grew as he came closer. He grabbed her arm, tighter than he had before and pulled her close again into a kiss. He hugged her tight, grinding his girthy cock in the space between them, now humping into her stomach. The crushing hug and kiss was making it harder to breathe. His breath was laced with enough sugar to make her feel faint.


When he finally pulled away, Gadget bit his nose, hard. Yelping in pain, Dale let go, giving her the chance to grab a weapon.


Looping in a circle, she felt him grab her ankle again, making her stumble and fall onto her back. She pulled her ankle free from his grasp and kicked him as hard as she could, hitting him right in between his legs. The fat lumps felt way too big and she didn’t know if it was her imagination but Gadget would swear that she felt them reproductive fluids sloshing around inside them. She made sure to give them one more extra hard bash, sending the densely stout rodent reeling back from the pain.


        “Ouchy!” He clutched his balls, feeling the stinging pain for only a few moments before going right back into the fun. Too enchanted and excited to even register her hurting him. 


        “Mmmmh, yummy…!” Dale grabbed her leg, still unaffected from her attacks and licked the dirty foot like it was a cone of ice cream. His tight grip on her legs was almost too much. Not helping was the disgustingly warm and enveloping hot tongue. He didn’t miss one spot on her foot. She was scared he’d bite the limb right off.


        “GET! OFF!!” she yelled again, kicking her saliva coated foot into his mouth. Instead of falling backwards, Gadget watched him flip her around, forcing her butt up while her head was now down. 


Her worst fears came to life as she felt the massive fuck stick pressing aganist her panties, going between her legs. The red throbbing meat humped between her one exposed thigh and her partially intact suite. She pushed back, trying to knock him off her back but it wasn’t gonna work. He had all the leverage and she couldn’t create any with her arms pinned under her own body.


Just to make it worse, the tip of his cock pulled away and pressed against the entrance to her ass. 


        “DALE! Stop!! Don’t! I’ll get really angry if you do it! Come on, listen to me!!” 


        “I’ll make you feel good, I’ll make you feel really good!” her voice fell on deaf ears. She screamed for help but she knew no one would arrive. It didn’t stop her from trying to push away or break free on her own. 


Dale’s thick red cock pushed the thick fabric inside her walls, pushing her open with the discomfort of her now ruined panties being used as an impromptu condom of sorts. The thin yet strong underwear cling to the both of them tightly, wrapping around the proportionally hung meat without much choice and Gadget being forced to feel every invasive thrust. Dale hunched on top of her, adding more weight on top of her small frame with his much more pudgy one.  Every pump forced her slowly straining throat to let out a series of cries and wails. Tears crawling down the sides of her face and growls of anger mixed with disappointment from being betrayed by her friend. 


Like an actual monster claiming its whore, Dale’s cock ripped past her panties like some sort of spear and buried itself deep into the base of her belly. The searing pain that erupted from her ass was unlike anything she’d felt before. The long cock went too deep into place it had no right being in. The girth split her ass apart, opening her up like a can full of food. 


        “SEE?! Better than Chip, right?” He laughed as he pumped into the tightly squeezed hole.


        “S-t-ooop…!” her wails were ear piercing. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the huge cock hollowing out her formally virgin hole. He wasn't gentle at all. He pumped into her with long deep strokes, with no care for her wellbeing. He had Chip beat in size but he had no skill, not tact.


He was just a dumb wild animal who wanted to fuck. 


        “Oh god, you feel so good!” Dale declared as he put all his weight on top of her. A disgusting shutter ran down her spine as he licked the side of her face, tasting the salty tears, mistaking it for sweat. “God, you must be so turned on!” he yelled. “You’re already sweating! Don’t worry, we’re nearly done!”


Gadget had to grit her teeth and fight back the betrayed tears as Dale kept true to his words. His pace picked up. The lewd sounds of her guts being squished, crushed and toyed with by the overly hung chipmunk made her want to vomit. It felt awful. A piece of her taken by someone she cared about. The brother of her boyfriend!


Gadget couldn’t stop the grunts coming out of her as she was force fucked like a random bitch. Her ass felt more full than she ever imagined. Unlike Chip, he wasn’t trying to make her feel good. He wanted pleasure. Domination. 


… Her affections.


        “Oh god! OH GOD!” he screamed into her ear as he went fast. His fat hairy balls continued to beat her cheeks black and blue. “I”M CUMMING!!!”


If she thought the rape was bad, the ending was the final nail in the coffin. Like a fire hose, Dale’s cock thickened as a torrent of nut flooded her bowls. She squeezed her immobile knuckles so hard, she as sure they were turning white. The built up spunk began to slowly spill out, coating her shredded panties suit and part of the floor in Dale’s forceful seed. 


Abused, broken and flooded, Dale pulled his cock free, earning a hot squelching goo soaked far as her body tried to reject the sick seed. Wet sickly farts erupted from her in intervals, sending some of the seed to her exposed pussy. The heat made her gag.


Just as she was about to grab a wrench, the younger chipmunk brother got right back on top of her, scaring the meantally scarred genius further. 


        “Come on, we got another day and a half to make up for lost time! I’ll pump you so full you’ll be pregnant! Won’t that be fun?! I can take you away from here and we can be one big family!”


        Gadget looked to the sky and wished with all she could muster that she’d get out of this. Her desire to escape only grew as she felt the still hard monster cock slam its way into her back door once again. The same vile wet gassy sounds repeated in the garage as she was forced to listen to them and Dale’s labored breathing as he tried to claim her.


Punch after punch.


Kick after kick.


She wouldn’t stop fighting to get away. She is  Gadget Hackwrench afterall!
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2 Hours, 32 minutes, 44 seconds. 


That’s how long the two of the were locked in a struggle of fucking, fighting and meeting the end results of their struggles.


By now, the two of them looked worse for wear.


Dale was now sporting a shiny black eye, a slightly bloody nose one missing tooth and his hawian shirt was slightly torn. What parts of his body that could be seen, were covered in a layer of swollen bruises. But judging by his constant giggling laughter, the strength in his hips and power in his thrusts, he wasn’t harmed in the slightest.


Gadget on the other hand…


The poor field mouse was a wreck of her former self. Her coveralls were ripped and torn apart, exposing her morse sensitive bits. Her modest bust was exposed, nipples drenched in now cold spit from Dale sucking on them. Small little bite marks covered her shoulders, hip and sides. Her bouncy hair became matted with sweat and worse, Dale’s saliva. He licked her hair multiple times like she was a roll of cotton candy. Dried up and still bitter tears dripped off her face but now, she just tried to bear with Dale’s constant rutting. Her torn apart panties were long since tossed aside to some forgotten corner in the garage. 


His cock broke her previously virgin ass, hollowing her out over and over, pilling her guts with what felt like gallons of his unwanted filthy spunk. Her ass continued to make a series of lewd wet slapping noises as he fucked her, using the loads from his previous climaxes as lube. All the while, Dale would just say how much he loved her, how much better he must be to Chip.


Gadget would always reply back with a series of curses, insults and other hateful lingo that she could imagine. 


As he pulled out of her Gadget felt herself being flipped to face her rapist and his still goofy smile. Even after the tens of punches and kicks she’s hit him with, he never stopped smiling.


        “I know something that’ll really make you happy!!” Dale’s cum soaked meat slapped against the plump lips of her front, sliding across them teasingly. Gadget’s heart rate picked back up as she realized what her former friend was ready to do.


        “NO!” Catching her second wind, Gadget pelted dalte with a series of blows. Every hit lacked the strength from the initial strikes hours ago. “Don’t you fucking dare! Get off, GET OFF!!!” Gadget hit him in the face exactly 12 times before he grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head with one hand. 


        “Awww, don’t be scared! You’ll make a good mommy! You’re smart, I’m tough and funny! Our babies will have super strong smarts or whatever!” His chipper attitude left a huge knot her Gadget’s stomach at his idea. It was so intense, she didn’t even try to explain to her assaulter just how wrong and stupid he is about how genes work.


Dale pressed the tip of his bloated cock against her lips. Dale savored the moment, pushing in slowly, all the while Gadget tried desperately to convince him to stop. 


        “Please don’t! Let me go and you can use my ass again o-or my mouth even! Just please not there!” as hard and as much as she tried to move and stop the inevitable, Dale had complete and utter control over her. Her legs pinned down and spread, arms above her head. All the while looking him right in the eyes as she cried. “PLEASE, ONLY DALE CAN GO IN THERE!”


Hearing her say that… It was like throwing a fireball into a room full of gunpowder. The fire in Dale’s eyes lit up as his smile deepened. The chipmunk looked her right in the eye as he funk every stomach churning inch into Gadget’s defenseless folds. The howl of pain that erupted from her throat was music to his ears. 


        ‘She loves it! She loves it!’ he told himself, using her woes of despair as encouragement to move. 


The tears came back, hitting the ground as she felt Dale’s thick cock invading her in places and ways that Chip’s modest member didn’t. She hated how her body reacted. Every muscle tried to push him out but caused her to clamp down onto him. 


He was too thick


Too long.


So many veins crawling across the surface.


Her insides felt like jelly as he forced fucked his way into her deepest depths. His member, still soaked in his predisposed cum, made sliding into her easier than he imagined. He was already balls deep into her womb, pressing deep into the back while her voice slowly faded into whimpers of pain and forced pleasure. 


The more Dale pumped into her, the more her seed soaked guts shat out the gooey mess, followed by a mess of gut gurgling squelches to further humiliate the Gadgeteer genius. She hated it. She hated him. Her body hated and loved it all the same.  


        “Oh god! OH GOD!!”


Dale leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, tasting and licking up the faint remains of whatever she was eating meer hours ago. He didn’t know nor, care. He felt good. Dale finally had his personal goddess all to himself! 


Chip, Zipper, Monterey!


Gadget was all his!


The thought was enough to help Dale reach his climax. His victim was helpless to his desires, only sitting back and watching him fuck her like the dumbwild animal he really is. His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing more ragged. Her darkened eyes look to see his glazed over in pleasure, an easy tell that was getting nice and close. 


        “S-stop…!” She clenched her hands into tight fists, scowling at him with the sharpest glare the chipmunk had ever seen. “STOP!!” She screamed. With the last of her strength, she pulled one fist free and slugged Dale as hard as she could in the face.


For a few moments, she thought she managed to knock him out. 


But it was futile.


He brushed off the punch with an all too loving smile on his face. He didn’t say a word as he humped her, slowing down as his disgusting cock thickened inside her, stretching her further than she could take. 


Just like many times before, Dale’s cock exploded into the depths of her violated womb. Hot bombardments of rape seed plaster her womb, soaking her ovaries and all but guaranteeing she was gonna be mama in the coming months if nothing was done. 


Every pump added what felt like another percent into his chances of impregnating her. Her tired mind quickly figured out the odds of her being knocked up.


97.6%


All the factors were in his favor. His bulky sperm. His intense desire to breed increasing his production. Her own unsafe days. Both of them being healthy and young.


She replayed the formulas in her mind over and over. 


Again.


Again.


And a-god-damn-gain.


… She was gonna be pregnant.


Fresh tears clouded her vision as she cried again, covering them with her newly freed arms. Cum sputtered out of her gaping cunt, soaking the ground while Dale consoled her. Mistaking her tears for tears of joy. His disgusting hands found her body, rubbing down her chest, legs and more importantly, her newly firm belly.


        “Awww, its okay to cry! We got a lot of work to do, don’t we honey?” Dale’s new pet name for her sent a cold chill up her spine, furthering her fall into despair. “But we gotta go before the guys get back to start out new life together! Ooops! Sorry! I mean Our new lives with our new family!”


She couldn’t run.


She couldn't’ stop him.


If she ran, he’d pin her down and bump the chances up to an astonishing 100% chance of breeding her successfully. 


Dale had conquered her. Gadget had fallen.


She better get used to new little voices calling her “mama” in the future…