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Tammys mistake	By : Blacklotusmox Category: +1 through F > Chip and Dale's Rescue Rangers Views: 4135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The plan was simple. Tammy would wait until she saw the ranger plane take off for some mission or other, then sneak around the outside of the base until she located Chippers room. Once she had located his room it should be a snap to find a way in, steal something old out of his washing (so that it had the maximum levels of chipper scent).
The first part of the plan went off flawlessly she sat and watched as the ranger plane took off. Chipper must be off to save some poor defenceless animal she thought. She snuck around the tree to locate Chippers room peeking in at each window.
The first room had 2 hammocks and cheese porn plastered across the wall and must be Monty and Zippers room. Who even knew that cheese porn was a thing?
The next room was a mess, Hawaiian shirts were strewn across the floor and had to be Dales room. Tammy noticed the toys and dolls on a shelf and was amazed that a grown chipmunk would have so many. She would be mortified if anyone saw her still playing with toys and Dale is a grown chipmunk.
The next rooms windows were blacked out and Tammy assumed it must be Gadgets room. The boys (by which she meant Dale, Zipper and Monty mentally excluding Chip) presumably couldn’t be trusted not to peak in at the blonde mouse changing. Tammy considered Gadget for a moment. Boy she hated that mouse. She had nice tits, a firm ass, and she got to spend all day with Chipper. Worse still her hunk of a munk seemed to be enamoured with her.
Bitch didn’t know how good she had it. Tammy briefly considered all the things she would do to Gadget if she was given the chance. Her hormonal teenage thoughts rapidly turned from hate to hatefucking. Pinning gadget down and stripping off that ridiculous jumpsuit. The she’d start biting the nipples of those tits that made her own seem so small. Maybe she would see just how many fingers she could get into Gadgets pussy. Three? Four? Maybe she could get her entire fist in there. God gadget was such a slut. Then Tammy decided she would would rub her own pussy all over Gadgets face. Then she’d make her eat it. Yeah grab that long blonde hair and really force her face deep into Tammy own cunt.
No! She returned to the job at hand. Her mother had been quite clear on this one, good girls don’t think about other girls “like that” and the swat she had received on her backside when she was eight and had mentioned the idea of marrying a female friend reinforced it. It had only been one swat and it had been the only time her mother had ever even come close to spanking her. Tammy hadn’t been serious; she had been eight and boys were icky. Since then though she had always remembered good little girls like boys, and bad little girls get a sting under their tails to remind them.
That single swat had stayed in her mind though. She had sat in her room rubbing the handprint for quite some time. It had reminded her of how a friend (the same friend that had been the cause of the handprint in fact) had told her how her daddy periodically spanked her when she had disobeyed. Tammy didn’t have a daddy but she wondered what it would be like to be put over daddies knee and be given a good hard panking (as her friend had called it). Over time the idea had become synonymous. Daddies love their daughters and gave them spankings to remind them how to be good girls. Love=Spanking and therefore spanking=Love. Her mothers lesson had sunk in though. However tempting other girls might be she had to learn to like boys and maybe she could get a new daddy.
Chippers appearance had been a godsend to Tammy. Finally a guy she could like. It’d been difficult as all her female friends were so pretty and sexy and all the boys were so immature. Chipper was different. He was handsome and loyal and was so kind to her. Just like her daddy would be. Could Chipper be both a daddy and a boyfriend to her? Tammy often wondered if Chipper would spank her or maybe he would have her call him daddy. Chloe (her friend) had a boyfriend and he had told Chloe call him daddy, but Chloe had said she didn’t enjoyed it. Chloes boyfriend was a limp dick poser though, not like Chipper.
That must be his room next door she decided. Soon she would have it, a piece of Chipper of her very own. Tammys pussy started to get moist at the very idea. Soon, she thought. “As soon as I get home with my piece of my hunky munky I’m gonna pet my kitty so hard. Maybe even three fingers. God its gonna feel so nice. Oh Chipper I really need this. I’m already getting so wet”.
Tammy peeked through the window. Yes, this was it. She could tell this was the right room. There was Chippers hat stand, his spare leather jacket, a wardrobe containing what looked like two or three older leather jackets and his bed. Chippers bed, wow. How she wished she could just strip off and slide between those covers and wait for Chip to return.
He would pull back the sheets and find her lying naked right in the middle of his bed. She would roll to the edge and placing her finger on his lips to keep him quiet. Slowly he would run her tongue down his hard athletic body until she reached his massive cock (which would be swollen just from the sight of her). Carefully she would envelop his cock with her mouth (in the way in which one of the other girls her age had told her that guys like) and begin to suck and start running her tongue up and down Chips shaft trying to get it as deep into her throat as possible. She hoped Chipper wouldn’t mind that she had never done it before and hoped even more that she would be naturally good at it (and more still than that she could get his all his hot meat into her throat without puking acorns all over his balls). Then when Chip was super hard he’d spin her over and then he’d fuck her. No, he’d lick her out first, get her virgin kitty all ready for his hot chipmunk love-spear and then He’d fuck her. He’d fuck her so hard that she’d cum like never before. Then he’d look her in the eyes and whisper “I love you Tammy, I never want to be not fucking you”
Tammy came there and then. She hadn’t realised she had been rubbing her twat with her idle left hand whilst staring though the window. Her love juices stained through her panties and left a dark mark on the front of her blue trousers. Panting Tammy tried to get hold of herself. That had been a powerful one. Only her long pink shirt was stopping anyone from seeing where her love juices had soaked through. Anyone seeing her would think she had pissed herself like some little kid. She needed to get something and get out. An old jacket would be perfect; it would smell like him and she could wrap the arms around her and pretend it was his arms.
She looked around to make sure no one could see her and tried to slide the window open. It moved. It was open. This all seemed too easy. It was like Chip had left the window open just for her…. Subconsciously he must want her in his room…. He must want her to take a jacket. It’s like a gift she decided. She looked furtively around and lifted herself onto the windowsill.
She lowered one foot to the ground and then the other. The room was immaculately tidy. Just like Chip she thought. Her own room was a mess. Clothes strewn all over. If Chip was my daddy, she thought, I’d learn to keep my room as tidy as his or maybe he’d spank me and then I’d learn to keep my room tidy. Of course, it would be both of our rooms soon after. Or maybe he’d ask her to move in here and she would learn to tidy it between spankings and the ever-present fucking.
Stopping only to smell his pillow (ah Chippers scent was there any better smell) she crossed to the wardrobe. At the back was the oldest of jackets and Tammys nose told her he had buried it in the wardrobe unwashed. It was perfect. She reached in to grab it.
There was a sudden pain in her backside. A sharp sting. Her hand flew to her ass. Just below the tail there was something hard and plastic. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a dart. There was suddenly another sting this time in the other ass cheek. She was under attack! She spun to look at her assailant but her head was starting to spin and her legs wouldn’t quite support her. She fell to the ground; everything was spinning and the world was starting to go dark.
“Golly. What a naughty kit breaking into other peoples homes” came a familiar voice “well I suppose I should deal with her”
Tammys brain tried to place the voice but it was already too late. The dark seemed to be in her head. Access to the information as to where she had heard the voice just wouldn’t come. She decided that maybe a nap was just what she needed to place the voice. She would just close her eyes (just for a second) and then she would be able to remember where she had heard the voice before.
Gadget watched as Tammy put her head down and stopped struggling. Maybe two darts had been a bit much but she didn’t want the girl waking before she had her right where she wanted her. Smiling to herself she rolled Tammy over. Little cunt had broken into Gadgets home (actually in truth Gadget had been watching and let her in at that window) but the little cunt was going to be made to suffer as if she had broken into fort Knox.
Gadget seized Tammy by the tail and dragged her back through Gadgets own room to the special bunker underneath. Time for some squirrel fun thought Gadget.
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