Drunken Delights.


In the Rescue Ranger’s line of work it was not unusual to stay up late (if not all night) because of a job, but this time it was not a mission that kept Chip, Gadget and Tammy out of the headquarters well into the early single-digit hours of the night.
It was a celebration.


More specifically it was the anniversary of the day when he and Gadget finally confessed their mutual love and became an official couple.
Coincidentally, it was also near the half-anniversary of the day Tammy became one of the Rangers, and with her medical background was assigned to be the team’s nurse.
Soon however it became clear that time had not quenched the young squirrel’s affection for the unofficial leader of the Rangers. Instead she saw his new relationship with the mousette like a challenge, one that she intended to win.


To accomplish so she started to sneak some not-so-subtle attempts at seduction directed at her “Chipper” every time she could, ranging from making it hard for the couple to get some alone time, or making some sexy innuendo during conversation, to eating an ice cream in a particularly suggestive way, ‘accidentally’ letting him see herself naked, and even making him hear her masturbating while screaming his name.
Until finally one day, Gadget had enough.


This happened after the mousette overheard from some humans that sometimes to make their child quit smoking, their parents would give them an entire box of cigarettes to finish in one go, so that the overload would drive them away from that vice once and for all.
And so the idea came into her mind, if she allowed Tammy to have an entire day filled with nothing but sex with Chip, she would become numb to it, and finally leave the two partners alone.
In hindsight the mousette herself had to admit that it was a dumb idea, not only because she failed to realize that Tammy’s obsession was not simple sexual curiosity, or a girlish crush that would be satisfied after a few rounds of intimacy, but a honest attraction that bordered into true love territory.
But even more importantly she failed to remember that she herself already had more than a few days filled with nothing but sex with Chip, and all that it did was just make her crave for more.


And that’s exactly what happened.
It wasn’t difficult to convince Chip to undergo this experiment, and even less so Tammy, and so after leaving the two alone for the day, Gadget came back to their little private room fully expecting to find them tired of each other.
What she found instead was a scene of depravity like she couldn’t even imagine, the entire room was a mess, with the furniture in disarray and very suspicious stains on them, on the floor, on the walls, and even the ceiling.
Suddenly the mousette understood her mistake, and while rushing to do some damage control, perhaps she made another.


Instinctively believing that her rival was going to out-sex her, Gadget almost ripped her clothes off her, and then threw herself on Chip, pushing away the startled squirrel at the same time.
But despite the tiredness of the day’s activities, Tammy was not going to be outclassed so easily, and summoning all her youthful (and hormonal) energies, she joined the other two, resulting in a wild threesome that lasted well into the dawn of the next day.


It was only in the following evening, after having spent much of the day sleeping cuddled together, that the three came to an agreement.
Despite their jealousy, both girls had to admit that they did in fact enjoy their time together, and while Gadget would not accept being anything less that Chip’s official girlfriend, Tammy was happy to just being his lover, and so as long as these terms were kept, both of them were willing to share their mutual stud.
Chip had no problem agreeing as well.


To show their commitments to their new relationship, Chip and Gadget invited Tammy to the nightclub where they had already booked to celebrate their anniversary, and once there, they celebrated a little too hard.
So now they stumbled back into the RR headquarters, in the middle of the night and black-out drunk.


As soon as the door was closed behind them, the arousal that the trio had somehow managed to hold back until then, exploded in a frenzy of kissing and groping.
But before Chip could finish removing the annoying clothes off his girls, they stopped him, and among the slurred words they made it clear that they needed to go to the bathroom first.
And so they left, leaving the pouting chipmunk alone in the headquarter’s common room. Then by some miracle not only they reached their destination, but even managed to finish their business without accidents, and only at the cost of having to remove the few remaining clothes they had on.
And in the meantime they drunkenly chatted about many disjointed things, although most of them included very vivid descriptions of how Chip always made them cum like horny nymphos, until the mood took a turn when the topic changed once again.


“I-I’m sorry for all the pro, pro, …TROUBLE I caused, I was angry! And I was jealous! And you’re so beautiful I thought Chipper would never want me!”
Cried Tammy, but then Gadget hugged her:
“No, I’m sorry, you’re so young and sweet and you will soon be more beautiful than me, while I get old and ugly!”


But as they consoled each other their hug became tighter, more intimate, then after one last long look into each other’s eyes, the two girls kissed.
Their intense make out didn’t last long however, as their emotional turmoil was the last straw that their bodies could take for the day, and the two slumped on the floor, unconscious.
It was then that the door of the bathroom quietly opened, revealing Chip’s old friend, Dale.


He had watched the entire scene from behind the slightly open door, and he had been sporting a painful erection under his night clothes since the girls mentioned their sexual experiences with Chip.
And now, seeing them passed out naked on the floor, he couldn’t help being overwhelmed by arousal, something that was not very common for him.


Yet he also had a very devoted girlfriend, since after Chip and Gadget became an item, he finally accepted Foxglove’s advances, and they had become a couple as well.
And they turned out to be indeed quite a good match, as they were both fun-loving goofballs with big hearts, and they really enjoyed spending time together. But while their platonic life was pretty much perfect, their sexual one was a disaster.


As it turned out, Foxglove was VERY sexually demanding, but despite being considered by everyone really pretty (with the most massive pair of tits even Monty had ever seen), she didn’t seem to be able to rile up her boyfriend enough to keep up with her needs (with him often failing to deliver altogether), and as time went, the two accepted that this was going to be the limit of their relationship.


Dale had been sleeping in the room that he and his girlfriend shared, when the commotion caused by the returning drunken trio woke him up, and as he went to check what was going on, he saw the girls heading off.
At first he considered giving his old friend a piece of his mind for the noise, but seeing that Chip was close to nodding off on the couch, he went instead to make sure that the girls actually made it to their destination.


But now Dale found himself in a bit of a dilemma.
He had not been this excited in a very long time, but because by tragic coincidence this was also Foxy’s night out (she was after all still a bat, even though she was making the effort of becoming more diurnal), he could not count on her ‘helping him out’.
And so, admittedly thinking more with his dick than with his brain, he decided to make the most of the situation, and take care of his ‘problem’ himself.
And so, after getting rid of his nightly clothes and hat, Dale dropped to his knees beside them and started jerking off, convinced that any ‘suspicious stain’ would be later attributed to Chip.
But something was wrong.


Despite having two naked beauties sleeping in front of him, he just could not get himself back to the level of arousal where he was earlier, when they painted such a clear picture of how Chip dominated them.
But before he could reconsider what he was doing, the door of the bathroom swung open, and the chipmunk in question stumbled in.


Panic gripped Dale, if his friend ever saw what he was doing he would be furious, and rightfully so.
Luckily however, between the darkness and the alcohol, Chip seemed to not realize who was the fuzzy figure in front of him.


“Come on girls, I have waited long enough, let’s have fun!”
He said, gesturing with his hands towards his crotch.
“You first Tammy, put that mouth to use!”


And Dale’s eyes drifted lower over his friend’s body, only to remain fixated at the sigh of the absolutely massive erection pointing directly at his face.
Suddenly an idea sprung up in the mind of the panicked chipmunk, if Chip discovered him that would be the his end, but if he managed to distract him he could at least wait for an opportunity to make a run for it, and so hesitantly he wrapped his hands around his friend’s shaft, blushing at the feeling of the size of the warm and pulsating meat under his palms, and started jerking him off.


“Oh yes, that is good, keep at it like that.”
Chip said, clearly happy with the service he was receiving, and Dale felt a twinge of strange satisfaction at that, but it wasn’t long before the drunk chipmunk demanded more, and after grabbing his friend’s head, he pushed his erection right on his face.
“Now come here and suck my cock Tammy, I know you love it!”


And there, with Chip’s dick pressing against his face, Dale became fully aware of the difference in masculinity between them.
In fact he couldn't help but feel humbled at that moment. His friend was definitely much bigger than himself, and harder, and his smell was simply overwhelming.
It was actually so strong and invasive that it surpassed the stench of alcohol, and entering his red nose it filled his nostrils with its virile dominance, until his thoughts became foggy as if he was drunk as well.
And so, while earlier he would have hesitated to offer his friend anything more than a friendly handjob, now every objection evaporated, and Dale felt an unfamiliar thirst that made his mouth water.


Before long Dale was then properly servicing Chip’s cock, using his tongue to lather with saliva both the hard shaft and the large balls underneath it, breathing in all that smell and taking great care in making sure that not a single spot on the object of his worship was left unattended.
And after several minutes of this unashamed devotion, at the sight of the red head of that majestic cock beckoning him, he almost instinctively opened his mouth, and engulfed it.


“Hmmm yes, good girl Tammy”
Chip said, and hearing that Dale felt strangely conflicted.
On one hand he was flattered that his friend just complimented him for his good job. On the other he was almost offended by not being acknowledged as the one administering it, and in the haze of pleasure he almost considered shouting the truth to him, making him see that HE was the one deserving his praise, not that squirrel brat!


But that didn’t happen, maybe because he thought that his friend would reject him, or maybe because some small amount of shame was still present in his mind.
Whatever the case it didn't stop him from revelling in that praise, and guided not in small part by the hope of receiving more of it (along with the pure arousal of that moment), he felt obliged to do better, and so after widening his mouth he began to swallow more and more of the addictive appendage, until it felt its tip pressing against the very back of his throat.


As he then opened his eyes, Dale was surprised to see that he still had some ways to go before he could engulf the entire thing, but feeling that he couldn’t possibly go any further he did the next best thing, and after moving his hands on Chip’s flanks to get better leverage, he started giving him his first blowjob.


And in the haze of his musk-drugged mind, Dale realized that he was enjoying doing it, REALLY enjoying it.
Proof of it were the unbearable heat rising from his very core, and the painfully hard erection that he was once again sporting.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
When he got excited earlier when he heard the girls talking, it was not because of the idea of fucking them like Chip did, but by the notion of getting fucked LIKE them.
And in that moment of clarity the red nosed chipmunk had an epiphany:
“I guess I'm not straight after all”.


With that truth accepted, every inhibition fell away, and Dale redoubled his effort to bring pleasure to his friend.
And so it went for a while. The naked, kneeling chipmunk eagerly bobbed his head on Chip’s hard cock and, making treasure of the memories of when Foxy did the same to him, he endeavoured to give him the best service it could, sucking as he moved back and forth, and using his tongue to massage the pulsating shaft, all the while struggling to keep his eyes on Chip’s face, in hope to read if he was doing a good job.
But while at first Chip was content with the service he was being provided with, that quickly changed when he finally started to reach his limit.


“Come on Tammy, I know you can do better, you cocksucking slut!”
And without warning, he grabbed “Tammy's” head, and proceeded to push his dick all the way down “her” throat.
And Dale could feel that thick meat stretching his esophagus, kicking his gag reflex and blocking his air passage, but whether panic might have made him push away, the incredible arousal made him eagerly take whatever Chip was doing, and despite tearing up because of the painful choking, he could feel the pleasure building without even needing to touch himself.


After what seemed an eternity, the domineering chipmunk finally released a little the hold on Dale’s head, letting his cock resting on his tongue so that he might breath again, but before he could recover completely, Chip violently pushed himself back inside.
Then, he started facefucking his friend like a two dollar whore.


And in the silent dark of the night, the wet sounds of that oral abuse resounded through most of the headquarter, and for a moment Dale was glad that there was nobody else inside, since not only Foxy was spending the night out, but Monty and Zipper were also away for a few weeks, apparently running some errands in Australia.
But that thought was quick and fleeting, and the pleasure of being dominated so thoroughly overwhelmed any worry of being discovered.


Then after seemingly an eternity, Chip finally began to show signs of approaching his own limit. His movements became more erratic, his breathing more loud and heavy, and the cock buried in Dale’s mouth began to twitch and spasm.
Then it happened, and with a final loud grunt, Chip pushed himself as deep as he could go, and came.


And Dale felt a proper torrent of dense, heavy semen being pumped directly into his stomach, six, seven pulses entered his belly before Chip even began to withdraw, quickly filling his mouth with spunk as well  and giving the abused chipmunk a through taste of that thick, salty liquid, before the excess spurted out of his nose and lips.
Then as the dominant chipmunk’s cock exited completely from his friend’s mouth, the last few shots landed on him, soaking his fur of sticky white.


As Chip moved back to lean against the wall, breathing heavily for the orgasm that just struck him, Dale found himself in a haze, unable to move and utterly drunk on his friend’s cum. And looking down to himself he saw some more white liquid dripping on the ground from his own softening dick, but this was less thick and more watery than the one he had been fed with, and the realization that he had himself just cummed from that abuse alone made him giggle like a schoolgirl.
But that sound seemed to arouse Chip once more, and after a few short gasps, Dale heard him talking again.


“That was good Tammy, but you usually do it much better, I think we will need to have more practice!”
He said, laughing, then he added:
“Now you Gadget, I want to fuck your ass.”


Without thinking, Dale immediately dropped on all four and turned his back towards Chip, backing up until the moonlight coming from the window illuminated his ass. Then after lowering his shoulders on the floor, he used his hands to spread his buttcheeks, giving his friend a perfect access to his anus.
It was only after he felt Chip’s hands grasping firmly on his buttocks, and the thick head of his cock prodding at the entrance of his asshole, that some measure of clarity returned to him, realizing that he just pretty much invited his friend to fuck his virgin ass with that huge dick of his.
But it was too late to do anything, and as the masculine chipmunk began to push himself forward, Dale had to cover his mouth with his hands to avoid making too much noise.


“Hnnngh, you're as tight as always Gadget”
He heard Chip say.
“But your ass feels fatter, have you been eating Dale’s candies?”


The chipmunk in question could only whimper in pain as the cockhead finally passed through the ring of his anus, and suddenly he was thankful that Chip had demanded a blowjob first, since at least this way there was some lubrication involved, even though it was not nearly enough to make the sodomy less painful.
However, as his rectum was being stretched by the rest of the shaft now entering his asshole, mixed together with the pain he could feel the first hints of something like pleasure, radiating from deep inside his lower belly.


That first penetration seemed to go on for hours at least, then as the sodomized chipmunk began to genuinely think that he was about to split in half, he finally felt the crotch of his friend touch his ass, indicating that he was now fully inserted inside of him.
And there they stayed for a while, as Dale began to feel his strained innards getting accustomed to that massive intruder, while Chip simply enjoyed the feeling of the tight walls squeezing his cock.
Then he began to move.


It was slow at first, and Dale could feel his ass still trying to adjust to the fucking it was receiving, but soon enough the pace quickend, and pain and pleasure mixed in a single sensation that overwhelmed him, and loud moans began to escape his mouth even despite his hands forcing it shut.
Then suddenly a loud noise echoed in the bathroom.


SLAP!
A stinging sensation accompanied that noise, and immediately Dale realized that his best friend just spanked him.
But while a shot of pain did indeed reach his brain, the feeling became so muddled with the others that it registered more like pleasure than actual suffering.
That’s when he came for the second time that night.


But it was not the same kind of orgasm that he was used to, it was strange, more pervasive, definitely stronger, and propagated from well within his ass rather than from his dick, which was now uselessly flopping back and forth from the pounding.
But he had no time to think of all the implications, and as Chip increased even more his tempo and was now properly assfucking him, the bottom chipmunk started once again to feel the build up of pleasure, still accompanied by some pain, but now only adding spice to the whole sensation.
And soon enough, almost following the rhythm of the ever louder spanks, Dale came a third time.
Followed quickly by a fourth.
Then a fifth.


Chip was by then seriously jackhammering into his friend’s anus, and at the same time mercilessly slapping his now red buttcheeks.
Dale for his part was being thoroughly broken by that assfucking, he had long lost count of how many orgasms he had, but every single one of them had drilled deep into his very brain, stripping away all remaining traces of heterosexuality that the red nosed chipmunk still deluded himself to have.
But the last nail in that coffin came when Chip paused his fucking, just to grab Dale by the hair and lift his ear near his mouth.
Then he spoke.


“You are mine slut, and I will not stop fucking you until you scream my name!”


And suddenly Dale was pushed down on his belly, hard enough that he almost felt the load that Chip deposited earlier in his stomach come back up, but before he could do anything, the top chipmunk wrapped his arm tightly around his throat, and then quickly rammed his cock back inside his formerly virgin ass.
Now if by some miracle Dale had been able to muffle his moans until now, that changed with the new position, and as Chip prone-boned him, he also propped up his head with the stranglehold his arm had around his neck.


“Scream, scream as I ruin your slutty ass, you’re mine Gadget, MINE!”
Shouted the dominant male, and Dale indeed screamed in both agony and ecstasy, with what little sanity he had left thanking the heavens that his voice came out so distorted from the choking that the drunken Chip was still mistaking him for the blonde mouse.


“Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck me Chip, Ruin my slutty ass, fuck m…
AAhhhh…..!”


And Dale screamed with all the breath he had left as he felt Chip tightening his grip, then with a loud grunt pushing himself inside his ass so deeply that the sodomized chipmunk thought he was about to go completely through him. 
Then Chip came. And his hot cum invaded Dale’s intestines, until no more could be held, and the excess spurted as if hose had been stuffed into that thoroughly fucked asshole.
In that moment Dale came again, and the orgasm that hit him this time was by far the more powerful he ever had, and it set every single nerve in his body alight until his very vision became white and red, and the scream of the climax clashed against the chokehold around his neck, suffocating him.
Then all became black.


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It was the light coming from the window that brought Dale back to the waking world, and as he stood up from his bed, the soreness that he felt all over his body, and especially in his ass, made the memory of the night before come back all at once.
Then it hit him.


He distinctly remembered passing out in the bathroom, with Chip’s weight pressing on his back and his hard cock still buried inside his ass, what he didn’t remember was cleaning himself up and going back to bed!
Luckily, before panic took over, the door of the room opened, and Foxglove entered.


“Oh, you’re up.”
She said with a note of relief in her voice.
“It’s well past noon and I was starting to worry. Then again I shouldn't be surprised, with the pounding you took last night I too would have probably been knocked out for days!”


The chipmunk froze as he heard her say that, then after a few minutes of tense silence, Foxy spoke again.


“I had just come back early from my flight when I heard some noises coming from the bathroom, so I went to investigate, and you can imagine my surprise when I saw my boyfriend naked and on his knees, worshipping the cock of another male.”


Dale couldn't tell if Foxglove was angry, jealous or a combination of the two, but in her voice he could almost hear a hint of something else.
Arousal.
But before he could say anything, she bent forward, almost causing her enormous tits to spill out of her shirt in the process, and as she looked at him straight in the eyes, he found himself incapable of moving, or even blinking, under her gaze.


“I saw everything Dale, I saw how Chip completely dominated you as you offered your mouth and ass like an obedient little bitch, and I saw you cumming as he facefucked you, then at least a dozen times more when he was abusing your ass.
And finally I saw you cumming so hard as he properly stuffed you with his thick cum that you passed out…
…
…it was so FUCKING hot!”


This last sentence finally shook the chipmunk out of his silence, but even then he could only make some incoherent noises, and so, after sitting the bed near him, Foxy continued.


“I understand now, I really do.
Your attitude regarding girls, your tendency for dressing up and disguising yourself as a hot female…
Dale, you’re gay.
Not straight, not even bisexual, just full gay.
And more precisely?
You’re gay for Chip.”


More noises came out from the chipmunk’s mouth, even more unintelligible than the ones before, maybe denial, maybe not, and the heat of his blushing face seemed to radiate outwards like a fire.
But Foxy still hadn’t finished.


“That explains why you only showed interest in the same girls HE was also interested in, because deep down you were jealous, and feared that he would leave you for them.
But when finally he and Gadget got together, you became lost, then when you got together with me, the cracks started to show, which is why sex between us has been soo…”


“Pathetic?”
Interjected Dale, finally managing a single coherent word.


“...yes.”
Sighed at last the bat.
A long and awkward silence followed after, and Dale weighed what Foxy said with an uncharacteristically deep introspection, and as he did he explored his memories and his feelings, which now seemed so obvious that he could not deny the facts.
It was true, all of it.
Then finally, he spoke.
“Do Chip and the others know?”


“No, they don't.”
She answered.
“After you fell unconscious Chip got up and went to pee saying, and I quote ‘Get out Dale, can’t you see i’m fucking my girls?’
Then after finishing his business he mumbled something about round three, before passing out on top of Gadget and Tammy.
When they woke up this morning they were having a killer hangover, and couldn’t remember anything from last night.
As for you, I gave you a rinse as best as I could, then carried you into your bed. But I suggest you take a proper shower before meeting the others, you still stink of sweat and cum.”


Dale breathed at last a sigh of relief, there was still time to unpack everything and come up with something for the future, but then he remembered something Foxy said.
“What did you mean, saying that it was so hot watching me?”


It was now Foxglove’s turn to blush.
“It just was.
I cannot explain it, but seeing you being dominated like that, it was so arousing that after I recovered from the surprise I masturbated right there, behind the door.
And when I saw Chip make you cum so much that you passed you, I almost got found out because of how much I screamed from my own orgasm.”


Silence accompanied this revelation. Dale would have expected anger, jealousy, or anything else for that matter, but this?
“So what now?”
He finally said.


“Now, we need to have a long and sincere conversation about where we want to take our relationship.
I still really like you Dale, I dare to say that I love you, but knowing now your tastes we need to reevaluate our sex life, and who knows, perhaps we can find a way for the both of us to have a really fun time.”
Concluded Foxglove, and instantly Dale’s brain conjured several, very naughty images.
In one, he was tied to a bed, where she pegged him mercilessly, in another they went clubbing dressed like two hot sluts, pulling as many boys as possible that would bang them all night long, and even one where they both serviced Chip like obedient sluts, and he fucked them until they both passed out on the floor.


Dale couldn’t help but grin at those ideas, and as he looked up into his girlfriend’s face he saw that, almost as if reading his mind, so did Foxglove.