Zootopia      chipmunks     American tail

the crew
“Counter screw da screw”
By Dan

(Teen/cub, violence, snuff, rape, gay relationship, gay sex)

Fievel and Tony Toponi (c) American Tail series by Don Bluth
Alvin and the Chipmunks the 1980‘s cartoon series (c)
Zootopia (c) Walt Disney Productions
Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney Productions
Pixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat (c) Hanna Barberra productions

Chapter 2

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
9am
July 14

       Two things that Tony Toponi couldn’t do... 

      One was sleep in a dark room. The reason why was something Fievel never understood, which Tony kept to himself. He did, however, sleep soundly in red lights so the bedroom had both regular bulbs and red bulbs at the flick of a switch. Perhaps it was, because with red light and the shades all pulled down, that no one had the advantage coming through the bedroom door at night. Or?...that for Tony...red was just a feeling of warm security? 

       Whatever the case....he always slept with a loaded high powered air pistol by the bed...for a mouse, steel air pellets were enough to do damage while the pistol was better for silence than a noisy power gun. Tony practiced enough that even half asleep he could snatch it off the dresser and kill without thinking before you could blink.

       The second reason? Tony couldn’t sleep flat on his back or his stomach. He couldn’t even sleep in a feral mouse curl-up which was why the bed had pillows all over it. Tony slept sitting up with Fievel curled up in his arms and sitting on his lap. 

       There was no secret among the principle gang members that Tony was gay nor the fact that Fievel was younger than him and his lover. It just wasn’t broached loud or in public. No one in the gang hierarchy wanted to “waste” something so important to Tony’s emotional stability or the gang’s continued existence. There were no doubts however that Fievel for all his intelligence was a “Below the water" young mouse cub who could get Tony a “rap” for statutory rape or cub sexual abuse.

        Fievel had a reply for that noise....”It’s “my” life...screw you.”

       Fievel had no other family save his older sister Tanya and he’d fallen for Tony because “the life” was exciting, Tony wasn’t abusive and he was so ridiculously spoiled being a “squeeze”. As far as sex with Tony...it only happened when Fievel wanted it. Tony did more cuddling and kissing than flucking.

        The younger mouse was already sexually active before he met Tony for he made extra money giving blow jobs to both young mice and adults...as a 4th grader. On one lucky day...Tony caught him blowing off a teacher. It was the first extortion /protection racket Tony would start. In fact....the old “fur-pedo” was still paying Tony to keep his mouth shut. But when Fievel and Tony first locked eyes on each other? It was like the trigger to a nuke bomb had been fired.  

        Fievel awoke first and slowly moved his lips to suckle a tender chest nipple which of course caused Tony to be stirred awake...

       “Mmmm....morning.” Tony said as he pulled Fievel into a close hug. “What time is it?” Tony asked sleepishly as he petted his young lover’s head...

       “Nine?” Fievel said softly. He took a moment to nose nuzzle Tony’s chin before he gave him a gentle kiss on his lips and moved to pick up his smart phone off the bedside table.

       “We don’t need to start work just yet you?” Tony said as he snatched the phone by two fingers and placed it back down on the table...”It was a late night any way...we can sleep till noon can’t we?”

       Fievel slowly moved a paw down and over Tony’s still soft penis. “I guess so? But they always say early is the mouse that snares the best cheese...”

       Tony chuckled warmly and cupped Fievel’s face in his paws...”Mmmm....come here you?” The older mouse said as he pulled Fievel into a loving kissing session....”Once again Five? You made us a sweet bank last night.”

        Fievel pulled off the deep loving exchange of tongues to nibble over one of Tony’s ears...”All I did was pick em.”

       “And you know how to pick em.” Tony replied as he rubbed his paws over Fievel’s tight and tender behind. For a moment...Tony teased the ides of plowing Fievel in a nice “Morning fluck session” but he digressed to just a simple body rubbing kissing session. After a few minutes....Fievel laid on his back with Tony gently rubbing his belly...

        “Hey?” Fievel voiced. “I have a very interesting idea? Hear me out?” He asked Tony.

       “Spill it my little whiz?” Tony asked as he sat.

        “I was thinking...” Fievel said as he waved a paw around. “I was thinking that we could contract ourselves to one of the families as their “tuffs”.”
  
        “Tuffs?” Tony asked.

        “Yeah....you know? Tuffs as in protection tuffs? You want to get your foot in the door and break the bread with the families? We could play the problem for what needs the solution to the problem? If you get my drift?”

         Tony thought...”That involves us getting our tails kicked in.”

         “Oh sure....I know that. Losing “a few” teeth for a reputation with the families would be worth it....wouldn’t it? And you get to play the role that honestly? Makes my tail hole soaking wet? I love it when you get all mean and nasty and talk street smack, I get turned on.”

         Tony giggled...”My acting “mi Amico” would make your tail hole a gushing river pipe.” Tony said as he thumped Fievel’s chest with a paw. “If you’ll negotiate a meet and greet? I might be open to the idea of taking some bruises or two?”

       Tony grabbed Fivel’s phone and handed it to him...”Any news from our “operation” last night?”

      Fievel scanned his phone as Tony pawed over his body....”A little bit from the first car. None of the cops were hurt but their cruisers were bashed up. Aside from the usual “blots”? We cleaned up and there’s not a crum.”

      Tony snuggled himself against the pile of pillows...”Give Pixy and Dixie an extra grand in their next cuts.”

     Fievel dropped his phone, slowly stood up and wiggled his naked body before his love....”Want to have some fun?”

     Tony took the younger mouse by the paws...”I want to wait...plan a break for both of us? Bout a week? Just you and me someplace.”

     Fievel gave Tony a kiss....”Want breakfast?”

     Tony slowly lowered Fievel onto his back...”I’m in the middle of breakfast already.”

    “Giggles”....”Am I a Cannoli or pancakes?” Fivel asked as Tony ran his tongue across the wiggling young mouse’s stomach...

    “Both are good with maple syrup....aren’t they?” Tony replied with a soft smile.

Zootopia Police Department Precinct Six
Fort Bronco, Little Rodentia
Chief Justin, Commanding
9am
July 14

      Aleardo Scarfo was a “punk rump”, at least that was the going thought of many of the rodent officers who’d had their run in with the light brown rodent with the darker brown head tuft that had streaks of blue running through it. He looked like a clown to some but he had a rap sheet full of petty charges that went way back to when he was ten years old. Unlike in the real world where a child’s juvie record was destroyed when they reached 18...Zootopia kept the books active in the case of repeat “pains in the tail” like Scarfo.

     There was scant proof at the moment that the mouse now sitting at a detective’s desk throwing complaints as if he was more important than the mayor...had any street gang ties but he wouldn’t be treated any less than any other car owner who called in a theft....Just that his got more attention because of the three bashed up police cruisers now sitting in the precinct repair shop. One of the officers involved in that mess, a grey rat named Jayden Quinn, was sitting nearby nursing his hurt neck in a white restraining collar. He wasn’t looking too charitable at Alerdo....

     Another mouse, a white one named Detective Jason Doheny, was sitting with Alerdo typing on a laptop...

    “I’m sorry about your neck officer.” Alerdo said. “It’s not my fault.”

    “Fluck you.” Jayden snapped. “And it is your fault you stringy tailed tail hole.”

    “What?” Alerdo asked with a shurg. “Can I help it if those creeps rifled through my car and found my trick panel?” Alerdo turned to Jason. “You know how much money I sank into that car to “trick” it out? Five grand! Five lousy grand and it gets stollen!”

    “Where’d you get the cash for it?” Jason asked. “Rape dope?”

    “Hey?!” Alerdo snorted. “You can’t make suppositions like that less you got a warrant “creet beater” (Street cop). For all I know? They saw me show boating in a parking lot and they cased me for who knows how long? I want my car found!”

    “You and a whole lot of mice, rats and other rodents want their cars found pal, pick a number and sit on your tail bone. I’m going to be up front and tell you right off the bat Scarfo? Your car stinks so don’t be surprised if you’re kept here longer than usual so...I would shut up if I were you?”

      Chief Justin (Justin from the Secret of Nimh) just happened to be walking by as the back and forth played out. “Alerdo? You never cease to amaze me.” Justin said crossing his arms.

      “What?” Scarfo replied as he stood up. “You too? Look Chief? Like I was telling the good detective here? You can’t make a supposition on me for anything without a warrant. My car was stollen and I want it found because I put a lot of investment into that thing, I was planning to freshen it up as a display car...”

      Justin waved a paw....”I’m sure you were going to become a world renown trick rider Alerdo after your next stint in prison because speak of the devil? I just so happen to have a warrant to call you in because you’ve been vaguely identified, and I do mean vaguely so, as being implicated in the murders of one Panfilo Spinnato and one Dario Troise? of the Snap Tail Hill gang.”

     “And who says that Cheif? Some slutty white rat tailed whore on Epcot Street troll’ing for wool rats? Gimme a fricken break?” Scarfo snorted.

     “Why don’t you step into my office after having a complimentary coffee and cheese cake and you and I can have a little gentle-mammal conversation?” Justin asked with a gesture towards his office door.

      Scarfo passed by Jayden Quinn who smirked at him. “Those blue streaks in your hair are so screaming “homosexual”?”

     “I got your “homosexual” right between my legs you Blue Belly mother flucker.” Scarfo gestured with an air fluck of his hips before he chased after the taller Justin.  

Downtown Little Rodentia
9am
July 14

      The creepy “well filled feeling” still existed enough to cause Alvin to kick a leg every few steps as he walked. So brutal but yet such a rush to be so nailed to the wall by his older brother the night before. Simon was truly a Jeckle and Hyde personality when it came to giving Alvin “His business”...going from “Nerd” to “Cad at the speed of plaid” in a second. He gave Alvin’s tail hole a serious pounding and how all that crying and gasping didn’t wake Theodore was amazing....

      “Yet it felt soooooo good between the rough abusive treatment of the older Chipmunk and the absolute fear generated by the risk of being found out. Alvin went off by himself this morning without the other two because....he needed a break! More so?...his poor smarting butt needed a break.

      “What to do..what to do?” Alvin asked himself as he walked while flipping through the music play list on his cell phone. He tapped “MC Hampster’s” “Can’t touch this!” and walk / danced to the music with his usual aire of bombastic self-confidence....

My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
That's good when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat uh u can't touch

       Alvin stopped his street bopping when he looked to the side to see a game arcade and like a moth to a light...he strutted into the two story building packed full of various age rodents playing away on table tops, stand-up machines, dance puzzle mats or shooting air powered guns at the far end for stuffed animals and other assorted prizes.

     Alvin found an empty stand up “Asteroids” game, popped in a Zootopian 4-point coin (25 cents) into the pay slot and started to knock out rocks as he cranked up the music in his ear buds from his phone...

    “Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they're all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer.....Yeah, the wanderer......
I roam around, around, around.”

       He was “zone’d” within a few minutes, body, mouth, paw fingers and swinging butt all in concert with the game as the points racked up fast. He didn’t even notice that he’d attracted the attention of more than a few female rodents and others who couldn’t miss the long red sweater nor the familiar voice singing with no concern for who might be hearing.

“Oh well, there's Flo on my left and then there's Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl well that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show "Rosie" on my chest”

     He broke his stride only once to give a female mouse a little cheek peck then Alvin was “zoning” again looking to “roll the game over” back to zero and he was still on his first 8-point coin play...

    That’s when the card dropped by his right paw on the game panel caught his attention...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

    Alvin gave the card a little attention...then he kept on playing....then a little more attention.....then he kept on playing.....then a little more attention...and he wiped out....

    “Blauch! wah, wah, wah, waaaaaaaaa.......bleek.” The game paused for Alvin to hit the next life button but he just couldn’t resist that card...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

       He picked it up and took a long glance at it...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

      Then the words of Simon rang in his brain...”If it sounds too good to be true? You shouldn’t buy it.” Alvin looked back down at the card again...
      
    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

      “What do you think I am Simon? Stupid?” Alvin snapped to himself as he grabbed the card and flipped it around...” Ok...so no phone number, no address...how do you get to play free games when you don’t know who to talk to?”

       Alvin walked around the building looking for the obvious mammal who pitched the card onto that standing game box. Sure enough...there she was, a female rat at a table surrounded by mice and other young cubs and kits glaring at her smart phone with looks of surprise and interest on their faces...

       “Excuse me?!” Alvin said as he sauntered up. Some of the rodents were already giggling at him...

      “Hey look at this!” One young rat snickered. “This cheese grater thinks he’s Alvin Seville.”

       “I “am” Alvin Seville, I’ll thank you to know?” Alvin replied with his usual “My pellets really don’t stink that much” aire of self greatness. “As I was asking? Are you the one who dropped this card on the game I was playing?”

      “Why yes I am!” The female rat replied as she stood up. “My name is Maddy Defarge, I represent a company that evaluates new and upcoming games for “Pawtendo” and “Pawstation”, we’re looking for young mammals to test the games coming out for the holiday season in a few months. Would you be interested in taking part Mister Seville?”

      Alvin perked up...”My dear lady? You are looking at the biggest game junky in the world! There’s not a single game I haven’t played less than a hundred times since I could walk! I’m not kidding you, my whole bedroom back home is a temple dedicated to the Pawstation Nation let me tell you.”

     “So I take it you’re experienced in “Rum Runner Four”?” Maddy asked.

     “I can play that in my sleep.” Alvin replied. “But it’s been like three years since that came out, why are they taking so long for number 5? It’s a crime they haven’t made that one yet!”

      The other young furs around Alvin seemed to agree as he stood with a frown on his face.

      “Well say no more Alvin.” Maddy replied with a raised paw finger. “I just happen to have an advanced copy of the upcoming  “Rum Runner Five” Pro-vision release and I think you’d be the perfect candidate and spokes-mammal we need to to play,review and advertise it!”

      Maddy showed Alvin a preview of the upcoming game on her smart phone and Alvin went nuts!

     “Oh yeah! I gotta play it! Where is it?! Where’s the game?! I wanna play it till my fingers fall off!” Alvin said excitedly.

     “Now calm down Alvin...” Maddy replied. “We have a few things to go over, some papers to sign and then I’ll take you to the programming company where you can play the game for a few hours and tell us what you think? Fair deal?” Maddy said as she extended her paw.

     “Yeah! Fair Deal!” Alvin replied as some of the young rodents clapped and cheered.

     “You lucky dawg!” One young rat said as he patted Alvins shoulder. “You gottah tell us what it’s like! I can’t wait to tell my folks that’s what I want for Solstice, they will freak out! My Dad’s a “Rum Drunk” seven times over Alvin!”

     “Shake any more and you’ll pee on the floor.” Alvin replied. “I’ll ask them for all kinds of bling and stocking stuffers while I’m there playing it, just text my number.” Alvin said to the young rat as he showed him his phone number.

       After signing some papers, Alvin followed Maddy out the back of the arcade towards her car in the parking lot....

      “I can not wait to get my paws on “Rum Runner Five” Maddy! Is it like a VR thing? Can I play it on my smart phone? Is it going to have a 3D suit kind of extended play attachment?”

     “You’ll see Alvin.” Maddy said as she opened her passenger door and allowed Alvin to get in, his excitement obvious in how he was bouncing in the seat with expectation.

      The moment Maddy slipped into the driver’s seat and shut her door...

      Alvin felt himself grabbed from behind his seat and pulled violently over the top of the headrest! “WHAT?! HELP!!” The Chipmunk screamed and thrashed as brutal paws and a knee forced him into the backseat cushions and a white rag was pushed over his nose and mouth!

      “VOE-ET-EEEE----OH! VOE-ET-EEEE----OH! “ Alvin screamed into the medicine stinking cloth and thrashed about until he felt his body going limp, something slipping over his legs and a pair of zip tie cuffs were tightened around his wrists.....then......darkness too hold.
       
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
11am
July 14

       Fievel came out of the bathroom dressed in a nice blue collar shirt, a pair of blue slacks and a neat cartoon tie...”So? What place are we going fishing this afternoon?” Fievel asked Tony as he stood looking at himself in a mirror. 

      “Dunno? Pick one?” Tony replied. “Preferably one that won’t break our balls with a “tax” you know?”

       “There’s....."Good n handy’s” on Westlake Ave. “My Shameful Other Life” on Rockaway Plaza. “The Black Banana” on Harcourt Street or “Bar Trek III: The Search for Cock”.....” Fievel started laughing hysterically.

      “What?......the?......fluck?” Tony snorted back with a chuckle. “Are you seriously flucken my lid? Bar Trek III....The Search for Cock?”

      “That’s what it says! Look!” Fievel showed Tony the smart phone. “Space....The final frontal...” (Laughter)

      “There? We are definably not fricken going ok?” Tony snorted. “That place? Will be crawling with “rat traps” (Cops) and “De-con cans” (Undercover narcs) fluck that!” 

       “Ok? there’s “Indiana Bones and the Temple of Swoons” Fievel said. “And the web site has the “code symbol” in the display picture right here? oh yeah..."pedo” crop for sure. And it’s the “safe symbol” too which means the place is clean and.....”

        Fivel ran his paw finger around to another cryptic message in the picture.” It’s mob owned! A bottle and two drink glasses with a glass half full means? Operational street tax of two grand.”

       Tony smirked....”Nice.” He said as he looked at Fievel. “Wanna go fishing?”

       Fievel snickered back. “I’m not wearing these nice clothes to go to church?” 

       Tony raised a paw and flicked a finger....”Wait...We can’t go without the traditional ceremonial trouble maker music that opens all our schemes...”

      Tony walked over to his stereo and flipped the power switch....

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
And when I try to sleep at night I can't get any rest.
Pasqual comes and licks my face while you dance on my chest.

      Fievel laughed as Tony walked up, took him paw to paw and danced with him around the apartment floor...

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
He's putting holes in all the floors and scratching up the walls
He's chasing all the neighbors down the stairs and through the halls!

     “Some times I think your brain is a shade off the rails Tone Tone.” Fievel giggled as Tony spun him around the floor.

     “It keeps me on my toes and unpredictable Filly. You should be used to this by now?” Tony said as he gave his little love a kiss on the nose....

I said Pasquale listen now, please help me catch that mouse!
My girlfriend's so afraid of him she won't come in the house!
But when I turn my back he steals the meatballs from the tray
And now that cat and mouse are playing gauche-ball all day!

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
He's putting holes in all the floors and scratching up the walls
He's chasing all the neighbors down the stairs and through the halls!

      “Ok? We ready now?” Fievel asked as he stood with his arms crossed and his foot thumping the floor.

       “Just had to be sure you haven’t lost your touch dancing with any marks kido.” Tony snickered as he grabbed his sports jacket. “Let’s see if we can snag a high roller on this one?”

East Little Rodentia 
47 West Grain Street
11am
July 14

      Mickey Oswald and Inspector Ages followed the young female rat up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom where the body of an elderly female shrew lay on the floor at the foot of her bed...

     “Poor Auntie Shrew (Secret of Nimh)...” The caretaker said mournfully. “How could someone do such a despicable thing?”

      “What exactly happened Mam?” Ages asked as he leaned down and felt Auntie Shrew’s neck. “Poor old girl....She must have had a heart attack? She died pretty quick.”

     The care taker sat in a nearby chair “I was doing my morning cleaning of the house while the Misses was getting ready for the day and I heard this loud bang from the room. I ran in and sure enough? He she lies. I smelled what I thought was gun powder but there’s no evidence she was shot.”

     Mickey looked around the room and noticed the decorative candy box on the bed table with cream filled candies scattered around the floor. putting on a pair of white gloves...Mickey Lifted the box up and sniffed the inside...Mickey shook his head. “Some one rigged this box with a powder charge. Just enough that when it went off? It made a noise which gave poor Auntie here a massive heart attack.” 

     “She had a bad heart condition.” The female rat said. “How could someone be so heartless?!”

     Suddenly....a young male shrew came through the bedroom door and gasped in shock...”How could you let here lay like this! Please show her some dignity! Oh Auntie Shrew!”

    Ages caught the young shrew by his arms. “Calm down son! You need to stay where you’re at because this may have become a murder scene.”

     Mickey looked up from where hey sat on his knees examining the body...”And who are you Sir?”

    “Allen Holder...Auntie Shrew is my grandmother. The care taker called me that something terrible had happened and I came as fast as I could...”

    Mickey walked up and pulled out a note book. “Yes Sir....something terrible did happen. Did the care taker give you the details of her death?”

    “No.” Allen replied. “Only that something loud caused her to faint and she feared Auntie had a heart attack.”

     Mickey walked up to the bed table and picked up the box. “This was the cause of her death. Apparently someone sent it as a joke....perhaps not. When she opened it...it made a noise and frightened her to death.”

     Allen looked at the box with horror...”It must have been a dreadful shock to her....that sudden and unexpected explosion. And with her weak heart....I never got to tell her how much she meant to me!”

      Ages looked at the body then at Allen. “She must have meant a lot to you? Judging by the look of the house and all the valuables? She was pretty well off financially speaking.”

      Allen frowned. “What’s your point officer?” He snapped at Ages.
  
     Mickey pulled his 9mm handgun...”Right now Mister Holder? I think you should shut up and get your arms and paws out where I can see them.”

    “Why?!” Allen snapped.

    “Because you just let yourself slip out.” Mickey said frowning. “You told us that the care taker only told you that something terrible had happened to your Aunt. She herself had no idea that the box by the bed was rigged to explode until we pointed that out to her before you got here. You just became prime suspect number one. Get on the floor, face down and lace your paw-fingers together........now!”

     Allen slowly got to the floor and Mickey cuffed him. “Need to get CSI here asap and dust him and the box for fingerprints. 

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Corner of Brent and Akerman Streets
11am
July 14

     Letche Pastula, a black and white field mouse, slowed his cab to a stop and picked up the two gray mice at the corner. “Where to gents?” He asked as he popped the passenger door open and Dixy and Pixie slipped inside....

     Pixy slipped him a twenty Buck....”Where ever that covers to... downtown? We need to go shopping.”

     Letche pulled out into traffic...”There are some sports magazines on the seat backs for you to enjoy while we drive gentle-mammals.”

     By law...every Zootopian cab driver had to have cameras in their vehicles as a “safety record” which you know...surveillance cameras are always about “public safety”. They made doing “extra business” tricky which was a good thing that Letche was “reachable” between himself and the Jickets. Just another “eye, ear and throat” specialist the gang relied on for information. They had worked out a code system to mask their need to talk about business.

    “How’s the weather?” (Why did you call us?) Pixy asked Letche.

    “A little uncomfortable. (competition) Letche replied. “Looks like an large amount of rain soon I think? (I have a problem with an independent driver ) Plus my wife is bitching and tounge flucking me again (The tail hole is dealing smack in your back yard and cutting my fares)

       Pixy quickly stashed the pay money Letche delivered in the magazine from the seat back into one of his pant leg calf pockets before he returned the magazine to the holder. The wrapped up money packet also contained what they needed to know about the “Mark” their intended target.

      “If you need an umbrella for the rain Letche? I have a spare one that’s brand new?” (Do you want the mother flucker whacked?)

      “Oh no....my raincoat will suit me fine. (Just bust him up) “So how about those Lions huh? That was a fantastic soccer game last night!”

      “So you think?” Dixie snorted. “Fricken Bucky Jones, why do they pay that slug when he’s so damned inconsistent?”

      “A team does not ride on one mammal Dixie?” Pixy replied as he turned to Letche. “I have had to suffer his “bitching” for the last twelve hours...he kept chittering in his sleep! “Ugh.....chitter.....tail hole......chitter....mother flucker.... chitter.....deer suck!.....chitter....chitter....” Pixy chittered in Dixie’s ear until the annoyed mouse smack him in the face....”QUIT IT BITCH!”

       Letche pulled over quick as the two mice devolved into a full on fist and tooth bitting squabble! “GENTLE-MAMMALS! GENTLE-MAMMALS PLEASE!” Letche screamed as he leaped from his cab and whipped open a passenger door....”GET OUT! GET OUT! I WILL NOT HAVE TWO YOUNG SOCCER IDIOTS TEARING UP MY CAB! OUT!”

     Pixy and Dixie flopped out and picked up the clothes they all but tore off each other in the fake fight....”Sorry Letche.” Pixy said as he pocketed more notes slipped to him during the fuss.

     “I hope I don’t see you crazy idiots in my cab together again.” Letche snarled...”Then again? I probably am doomed because you are such good tippers. Good day to you.” Letche said as he got into his car and drove off....

     “Shall we really go shopping before we take care of this business Pixy?” Dixie asked as he punched his brother off the shoulder.

    “Yeah.” Pixy replied. “I have to find Stevia something sweet for a make up gift. I so hate avoiding her for these long stretches you know?”

     “Why don’t you get up the sack and ask Tony if you can get married Pix?” Dixie asked as they walked. I don’t think he’ll say no.”

      “I don’t want to marry her only to make her a prison widow.” Pixy replied. Besides? We’re both still young bro, there is plenty of time for marriage once Tony’s “made” and our way of life is a little more firm and organized. And I want to give her a real wedding with all the big cake and trimmings, Mom and Dad deserve to have the opportunity to plan it out.”

      “At this rate?” Dixie said. “You are going to be hopelessly blue balled.”

       “You’ve been blue balled since birth, who are you talking about?” Dixie snorted.

Unknown location
Little Rodentia
11am
July 14

      Alvin awoke to the stink of motor oil, fuel and rotten meat or fish. He tried to get to his feet only to have his legs go weak and his butt crash back down onto the concrete floor...obviously his plight was amusing because some one laughed from it....

      Slowly the young Chipmunk rolled to his hands and knees and shook his head out of stupor....”If it sounds to good to be true? Don’t buy it.” Simon’s words rang in Alvin’s still confused and dizzy head. He knew he’d been had...he just didn’t know how bad “had” was.

     “ha...ha...ha...” Alvin gave a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah....very funny. Well I hope you still laugh when the Police show up!”

      “Oh?” Came that female voice from behind. “And I guess you will call these Police from your Smart Phone huh Chippy?” Maddy said as she stood holding Alvin’s phone in her paw. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to go with strangers? Oh I forgot...you don’t have a mother. And it seems you don’t like listening to your older brother at all do you?”

      Alvin snapped back. “You BETTER let me go! It won’t be long before Simon gets worried about where I’m at!”

      “So sure about that are we not?” Another voice sounded. “Let’s review shall we?” A tall, skinny, Battleship Gray colored male rat dressed in a white shirt, black jacket said as he walked up to Alvin with a tape recorder...

Alvin: Hey Simon! I’m having a good time at an arcade downtown. I’ll be home by 3pm, Unless you’re going to miss me too much and can’t hack the loneliness?

Simon: Just be back in time so we can rehearse and get these instruments fine tuned for the concert.

Alvin: OH KAY! Don’t die from Alvanic dehydration?!”

       Alvin screeched...”I never made a phone call like that!”

      “Yes you did.” The male rat said as he walked up and circled Alvin slowly. My my....”The” Alvin Seville himself...this is quite an honor really? I meet so few celebrities.”

     “I wonder why since you kidnaped me!” Alvin snapped back.

     “Kidnaped?” The male rat replied putting a paw to his chest. “Kidnaped? Oh that is such a harsh and terrible word to use my friend! Oh no....I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing? No no no....this isn’t a kidnapping at all....more of? A business proposal with no negotiated terms.”

      Alvin snorted back. “Sorry...my ears are a little closed because of all the snit around me.”

       The male rat got his face close to Alvin...”Let me re-phrase your situation in this “business venture” Chippy? You? Are going to deliver certain “products” that I “sell” to some high end “distributors” because who would ever suspect Alvin Seville, mister cute and innocent, of ever being a delivery boy of certain “products”? and trust me Alvin? You’ll gladly accept the contract because? As I have told you? There is....no... negotiation.”

        Other laughter filled the space as Alvin tried to slowly back away. He turned and tried to run...only to be caught and roughly thrown onto the floor!

       “TRAVKIN!” The tall male rat snapped to a fat partner. “Easy! I want no marks on him!”

      Maddy grabbed Alvin’s paw to pull him up and the angry young Chipmunk bit her arm hard! “That’s what you get for trying to scam me!” Alvin snapped at the angry female. “Ptu! ptu! I hope I didn’t catch rabies from a skank like you!”

     Maddy snatched Alvin’s red sweater and pulled out a haymaker! “I’ll skank you....you little bastard!”

    The tall male rat grabbed Maddy’s wrist. “Maddy? Please? I’m in the middle of a business deal here?” He said as he pushed her arm down. “Thank you my dear? Don’t worry...you have you chance to settle things later. Now? Where was I? Oh yes....Alvin? You’ll gladly accept the contract because? As I have told you? There is....no... negotiation.”

    “You really are flying in the clouds? Aren’t you dumb scum tail? I’m not doing a thing for you! Nothing!” Alvin snapped. “And I’m going to the Police so you...whoever you are....Can take a flying leap onto a parking pole!”

     The big rat smiled. “Sigh....Now you’ve forced me to become ugly...come and follow me Chippy? 

    Alvin stood still with a snarl on his face...”No.”

   Two more big rats walked up, snatched Alvin off his feet and threw him down on a dirty stench filled couch which made the Chipmunk curl with revile...”Ugh! This couch stinks worse than all of you! Don’t rats ever take a bath?!”

    “Do you ever shut up?” The tall male rat replied as he wiggled a TV controller in his hand as he stood before a big flat screen television on a stand. “After this? You might want to shut up and do some thinking perhaps?”

    The tall rat clicked on the television and saw the first reaction on Alvin’s face....

    It was him....power bottoming himself over Simon’s erect cock as they lay on a bed....

    “We got all the juicy parts set to music...some soft easy going piano music while two brothers enjoy a lovely evening of cock sucking and anal sex...” The tall rat said with a snicker.

     Alvin was horrified! It was last night! In their hotel room! Simon on his bed slowly sucking his lips over Alvin’s dick...Alvin licking out Simon’s tail hole....Alvin pounding Simon’s ass on his bed...how did they get the shots?!

Author’s note: I’ve taken every Alvin/Simon sex gif on the net and made a six minute chip porno with soft music.

      The tall rat stopped the movie...”Nice huh? I must admit? Your older brother can sure suck a mean dick? And doing all of that while Theodore is sleeping in the same room? My word...you two must be a pair of hot flaming fur faggots.”

      Alvin was shaking as the tall rat started the film again. “You’re sure enjoying that “suck off” Alvin? And just look at that expert hole licking? I’m sure all your fans will be amazed at your tongue control huh? Or?......Will they?”

      The tall rat got in Alvin’s face....”Or will your fans be disgusted that you’re a prick pin cushion who enjoys taking it up the ass hole from your own brother?! How about some interesting audio?....

Alvin: Let’s got into the bathroom Simon?

Simon: Keep you mouth shut and we don’t have to Alvin...now..."lube up” and ride my dick?

Alvin: Uhhhh.....so wonderful......so wonderful.....mwaaa....Simon...fluck my hole harder.....

      “Uhhhh......yes Simon.....mmmm....yes.....” Alvin watched as he “Bridge fucked” himself...pumping his body hard over Simon’s prick as the tall rat sat next to him smiling evilly at him....

     “Tsk...tsk....what will all your fans say if this get’s out? What about all the newspapers and the radio shows? “Zoo Entertainment Tonight? “Kelly....Alvin has incest with the oldest member of the Chipmunks, Simon his brother! We have the exclusive tapes!”

     Alvin snapped! “YOU BASTARD!” The enraged Chipmunk screamed as two rat goons snatched him up and held him as he violently thrashed about! “YOU DIRTY FILTHY BASTARD! I’LL RIP YOU APART! I’LL KILL YOU!”

     “Hmmmm.....heard that line in a movie once Alvin, you could at least be original you know?” The tall rat said as he flicked his paw finger off Alvin’s nose. “Like I said Chippy? The terms of my business deal are not negotiable. You will help us move our “product” to our high end distributors in Little Rodentia and in addition you shall pay us 2,000 Zoo bucks a month in protection fees to safeguard this valuable information we have on you or you could say no and get the reasons which make this business....”

      “YOU CAN GO TO HELL!” Alvin snapped. “GO.....TO.....HELL!”

       “Just had to hear the negative terms didn’t you Chippy? The tall rat snarled. “If you don’t agree to this business proposal my dear Chippy? That recording goes viral, it goes Dark Canopy, it goes to the media, it goes to some friends on furbook....and oh goes your career, your money and you life. Poor Alvin Seville the disgraced musical icon who enjoys getting pissed on by his sicko older brother....”

      As if to accent the point...The tall rat sped the film to where Alvin was on his knees in the bath tub with cum drooling of his lips while getting a “golden shower” from Simon...

      “Oh yeah....I’m worth nothing but a piss target for you Simon!” Alvin said joyfully....which got sickening laughs from the rats surrounding the sofa...

       The tall rat continued....”Go ahead Alvin? Go to the cops? You go to the Police? The movie gets out. You tell Simon? The movie gets out. You tell.....any one.....and the flucken movie.....comes.....out.”

        “Who knows?” The tall rat snarled. “Something very different might happen? We might decide to “educate” someone you care about? Hmmmm....maybe your somewhat slower and certainly equally cute little brother Theodore?”

       Alvin tried to jump at the rat as he spoke wickedly. “You couldn’t move fast enough to stop us kid so don’t even try it? I mean?...he’s so cute and innocent? Would be the worst shame in the world if Theodore suddenly vanished? Oh my.....oh my....what if they found his little plump naked body in a water culvert? Or his dismembered head? Or perhaps you get to watch him make a snuff porno with him as the slow dying, ass raped snuff chippy?” The tall rat snarled as he closed on Alvin’s shaking face. “Then you get to watch him get chucked into a meat grinder and made into Pawston Purena“cat patte”....

      “Oh?! you’ll accept the terms kid? You better accept the terms or little Theodore might become little panty wearing “Theodora” that’s getting passed around before he’s finally butchered for the illegal meat markets. What’s it going to be Alvin?”

      Alvin lowered his head.

      “Alvin? We’re waiting?” The tall rat snickered. “Say something kid?”

      Alvin nodded and sobbed....”Yes...”

      “And you’re going to pay us 2,000 bucks a month in protection money?” The rat snarled

      “Yes....” Alvin replied crying.

      “And help us move our product?” Let’s be clear on the terms kid?

      “Yes....” Alvin said as he fell to his knees and covered his tearful face with his paws...

        The tall rat turned to a shorter more traditional looking dark gray “hooded” rat....”Jackel? Train our new little mule what’ll be expected of him next?....and No Jackel? You can’t “sex” him....not yet.”

         “As always boss you are zero on the fun meter.” Jackel replied as he pulled Alvin up by an arm and dragged him behind him.