"It's our turn, Lady Edelgard," Hubert sighed, setting his empty coffee cup down. "Though considering how tame the first two experiments were, I can expect to be disappointed." Ferdinand raised an eyebrow. "You WANT to be scarred for life?" "Ferdie, consider who you're talking to," Dorothea said. "As for me, I would be perfectly happy with something tame and idiotic, but it takes a lot to scare me." "I-I'd rather..." Bernadetta sighed. "I'm not getting out of this, am I." "I'm sure it won't be as bad as the file lets on. They labeled the last two stories as being filthy and graphic," Edelgard said. "And to be fair, underage sex and repetitive descriptions of women going down on each other aren't exactly family friendly, but..." "That Ash/Misty story ended up being too stupid to be really scary," Hilda said with a shrug. "And the Blue Lions didn't seem fazed by the Sailor Moon lemon." "Felix laughed!" Annette said. Felix gave her a dirty look. "Only because it was so ridiculous!" "Anyway, I'm sure this one will be just as tame," Edelgard said. "Let's get it over with." The Black Eagles file into the theater, Hubert on one side of Edelgard and Bernadetta on her other side, still looking worried. Always Here for You A/N: A story written for guidedbomber. I hope you enjoy it. "Seeya, Tasha!" the chipmunk called over his shoulder Byleth: Before it ran in front of a car and caused the driver to crash into a tree. as he stepped onto the curb from the passenger's side of the car. Caspar: *driver* Look, why don't you just get in so I don't have to worry about running you over? I've got a nice shoebox over there, it's got some holes, go sit in that for a while. The human waved amiably to him as the door closed. Bernadetta: Oh...so the nice human with the car was giving the chipmunk a ride? Wait, wouldn't the seatbelt be too big for him? Caspar: Like I said, a shoebox. "Remember that test on Monday, Simon!" the fox in the back seat called. "Ancient history, the important shit." Edelgard: Provided it's the correct version and some hypocritical goddess didn't whitewash everything to make herself and her people look better. Ferdinand: Still mad at Lady Rhea? Edelgard: I'd be more sympathetic if she hadn't tried to use our professor as a soul jar for her dead mother. *huffs* Simon slung his backpack over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the fox. "Just because you don't get it doesn't mean I don't, Ker," he replied. "I haven't gotten it in weeks," came a laughing voice as the vehicle pulled away. Dorothea: Was that meant to be a sex joke? I've heard better. Simon chuckled and shook his head, then walked up the half- block to the home he shared with his family. A brown puppy twined itself through his ankles Bernadetta: Awww, puppy! as he dug out his keys, and he bent to scratch behind her ears lightly. "Hi, Lily." He smiled down at her; she yipped and bent her head into his scratching happily. He stood and surveyed the windows of the two-story home - nothing except a flickering light in the boys' upstairs bedroom that was probably Hubert: The sacrificial fires waiting to receive their next victim. his computer. Caspar: *Simon* I hope my little brother's not looking at porn on that or there'll be hell to pay. Dave must've gone out for a bit, the chipmunk thought. Dorothea: *Simon* PARTY TIME! Linhardt: If he takes off his clothes and starts dancing around the house to Bob Seger, I'm leaving. Finally digging his keys out of his sweater, Simon went to unlock the door, only to discover it was already unlocked. Petra: A thief has been in their home! Call the police! He stared at it a moment. "That's strange," he murmured. Dave was fanatical about locking the door when he left . . . maybe he'd left in a hurry? The chipmunk shook his head and stepped inside, avoiding the dog angling through his feet and locking the door behind him. "Theodore?" he called, getting no response. Linhardt: *Theodore* I'm not talking to you. You smell. He flipped on the light and surveyed the living room; nothing but an empty tea cup on the table. The kitchen was similarly empty. No note, nothing on the answering machine, no sign of his brother. He shrugged and turned up the stairs. The door to their bedroom was slightly ajar, and Simon noticed the flickering light once again; he tossed his pack into the guest bedroom, Petra: *guest* Ouch! My head has been hit! Dorothea: *Simon* Theodore, what did I tell you about bringing home drifters? then pushed the door open, and stopped dead. "Theodore?" A set of candles flickered on the small table that sat in the middle of the room; Bernadetta: Oh no! Hubert was right about the sacrifice stuff, Simon's doomed! Linhardt: *Simon* Theodore, what have I told you about conducting Satanic rituals in the house? the fat chipmunk believed in a comfortable place to work, Linhardt: Who doesn't? Caspar: Says the guy who can fall asleep at a table in the dining hall using his hands as a pillow. Linhardt: ...shut up. and his keyboard had enough reach and his screen enough size that he could sit across the room and type with no difficulty. Petra: Does it not strain his eyes, though? A chair with arms and a laptop would surely be easier... He wasn't working right now, though. Ferdinand: He was catching up on the latest episodes of Riverdale. Theodore sat, his knees drawn to his chest and his arms and thick, bushy tail wrapped around his feet. Bernadetta: Um...I-I think the writer mixed up chipmunks and squirrels... Ferdinand: He must be wearing a fake tail for kicks, then. Dorothea: Or he changed species. Byleth: He's secretly Ditto from Pokemon! His head was down on his knees, staring dully at the candles, Linhardt: Because he'd been staring into the flames so long he'd damaged his retinas. and as Simon stepped into the room, he looked up slightly, and the candlelight glistened off his white cheekfur, matted and damp. The slender chipmunk stepped closer, slowly. "Theodore? You okay, bubba?" he whispered. "No." Simon started to get scared; he'd never seen his brother like this before. Bernadetta: *Simon* I knew I shouldn't have interrupted his sacrifice! Now he's gonna kill me! Normally, Theodore was buoyant- sure, he had his moments, and they both knew he was depressive, but never to a point this deep. He knelt and took one of Theodore's paws; it came away from his knee limply, sagging. "What is it?" he asked, holding the paw tight. "Is something wrong?" The tip of Theodore's tail drooped a little, and his eyes focused on the candles again, his head dropping onto his knees again. "Theodore rejected me, Simon." Edelgard: His love interest is named Theodore, too? Dorothea: Or it's a masturbation reference. Byleth: *Theodore* My penis still hasn't forgiven me for forgetting to clean the jam off my paw last time. "What?" Simon breathed, shocked. His chubby brother had had a strong liking for the aforementioned fat skunk, although they'd only known each other for a few months. The two of them got along quite well. Why the fat skunk had rejected the chubby chipmunk's Caspar: We get it, Theodore is chubby and his crush is fat. I know this thing doesn't have pictures but we can remember things. Valentine's Day date proposal, he didn't know. "But . . . how could he do that?" The chubby chipmunk sighed heavily and shook his head. "He . . . he likes someone else, Simon." He shook with an incongruous, tortured giggle for a moment. "He said, 'No offense, but I'm just not into Ferdinand: *Theodore's crush* Chipmunks who change into squirrels every Monday. It's kind of creepy. you that way. I like someone else.' A certain brown raccoon you might know, Simon." "Oh, no, you don't mean . . ." Simon whispered, sitting next to the skunk Bernadetta: *Simon* Stop changing your species! Pick one and stick with it or I'm taking you to the vet! and putting his arms around his body. Theodore uncoiled and turned towards Simon's touch, putting his muzzle into Simon's chest and sobbing uncontrollably. The slender chipmunk held him as he cried, stroking the fur on his head, rubbing the back of Theodore's neck and whispering soothingly in the chubby chipmunk's ear. "I thought this was going to be the one, Simon," Theodore moaned. "The one that I would fall in love with, the one that I would spend the rest of my life with. Hubert: *Theodore* The one whose sacrifice to Satan would bring about the revolution of darkness. But that fool . . ." "That fool doesn't know what he's losing," Simon said firmly,silencing Theodore by pulling the chubby chipmunk to him tightly. Theodore didn't say anything for a moment, then turned his tear-streaked face up to look at his brother. Simon smiled down at him and the flicker of a smile passed over Theodore's face, then left again and he leaned back into the embrace. Rocking back and forth, Simon held his brother close, feeling him relax a little at a time, and bent to kiss him softly on the forehead. "I love you, Theodore," he said into the curved shell of his brother's ear, which flickered against his lips; the chubby chipmunk curled his broad tail around and lightly wrapped it around the chipmunk's slim waist, and Simon twined his own fluffy tail around the other one holding him. His nose brushing through the fur on the slender chipmunk's chest, Theodore once again turned his face up, this time to kiss Simon's neck gently. "Thank you," he whispered, squeezing softly with his tail. "You're so good to me." Simon smiled down at the chubby chipmunk. "I'm always here for you, Theodore. You know that. Anything you want, you just have to ask." A smile played across Theodore's lips. Hubert: *Theodore* I never did get to finish my ritual. Be a dear and stand in front of that Sigil of Baphomet, would you? "Make love to me?" All: ... Bernadetta: I-I'll just be hiding under my chair now... "That's something you don't even have to ask for, little bro." Linhardt: *Simon* Because the answer's always going to be no. Simon stood and scooped his little brother up, carrying him into the guest bedroom and setting him on the bed. Ferdinand: Then he turned on the cartoon channel and tucked him in with a glass of warm milk. He held himself leaning over his brother and leaned forward, their muzzles meeting; Hubert: In a violent crash, breaking their teeth and forcing Dave to drag them to the emergency dentist. Theodore's lips parted slightly, allowing Simon's tongue to touch him lightly, Dorothea: *Theodore* Ewww, when was the last time you brushed your teeth? then with a little more force as his paws stroked through the fur on Theodore's chest, Petra: *Simon* You have been using my conditioner again, Theodore? I am not feeling pleased. claws scraping lightly against the skin beneath. Hubert: And drawing blood. Theodore smiled up at Simon as the slender chipmunk stripped away his jeans, Edelgard: They don't wear jeans unless it's for a promotional picture or video. then unbuttoned his love's shorts and skinned them off, leaving them both naked. Simon stretched out along his brother's body, their fur rustling against one another as they kissed once again, his paw following the curve of the chubby chipmunk's body to his swelling sheath, stroking it until the pink tip emerged, his own arousal pressing to Theodore's hip. The chubby chipmunk's paw started to return the favor, but Simon stopped its motion. "Just relax, Theo," he whispered against Theodore's neck. "You need this." Theodore nodded and lay back, his breathing starting to speed up a little as his erection built. Simon rolled atop his brother and kissed him in the hollow of the throat, licked his way up to the point of his muzzle, damping the fur slightly, then kissed both tear-dampened cheeks, tasting the salt on them. He worked his way down to Theodore's chest and kissed the hardened nipples, then slid all the way down and kissed the pearl of liquid from the tip of his hardness before looking back up at his lover. "Ready?" He smiled at the languid nod he received in return, and levered himself up, rolling his brother over onto his belly. Again pressing his body along Theodore's entire length, Simon kissed the back of the chubby chipmunk's neck, sending a shiver through him as his erection pushed against the firmness of his buttocks. He went to his knees and nuzzled into the white patch that ran down the inside of Theodore's thighs, then flicked his tongue through it, trailing it over his soft scrotum. Theodore moaned slightly, his hips thrusting into the bed and his tail draping across Simon's shoulders, twitching brought his tongue up and pressed it into the cleft of Theodore's buttocks, touching his sensitive flesh and earning another moan and a low, unintelligible whisper. He smiled and nuzzled the base of Theodore's tail, which lifted up and flipped over to lie along his back, exposing his anus for Simon's ministrations. The slender chipmunk probed gently with his tongue, pressing himself forward a little, circling and pressing against the tightness as Theodore squirmed beneath him, panting slightly. Finally, Simon lifted himself up and lay forward once again, the tip of his shaft touching the wetness he had left on Theodore's opening. The chubby chipmunk shivered slightly, lifting his hips towards Simon's weight, and whispered, "Mm, yes, Simon . . ." Simon obliged, thrusting himself forward, feeling a little resistance before his cock found its way and slid deep into Theodore's body. Both moaned deeply as Simon's furred hips met his brother's buttocks; they lay there for long moments, Simon nibbling at his brother's neck, panting at the warmth and depth that Theodore held him, before he pulled back and began a slow, inexorable motion, stroking his shaft into Theodore's ass. The chubby chipmunk whined slightly and Simon felt him tense around the hardness that was invading him, his tail flipping back to curl around Simon's body; Simon curled his tail around underneath him to tickle and tease Theodore's testicles and sheath with the slim, furred tip while continuing to ride his depths, the chubby chipmunk's body warm around him, one paw stroking the muscled back that heaved beneath him. Theodore whimpered and groaned as his hips pumped back to meet his brother's, the sounds muffled by the pillows he lay on, his paws reaching back to stroke through Simon's fur. Speeding up his pace, Simon started to drive himself deeply into his brother's grip, their bodies meeting strongly as they both strained at one another, until the chubby chipmunk abruptly arched his back and screamed in pleasure, his muscles contracting reflexively around Simon's prick as he came, spurting into the bed sheets beneath him, his tail flagging. The throbbing on his erection abruptly brought Simon over as well, and he held himself deep inside his brother, joining his cries of pleasure to Theodore's as their orgasms melded into one. The spasms racking the lovers trailed off finally, and Simon collapsed onto Theodore's back, his slowly dwindling cock still inside Theodore, his arms around the chubby chipmunk's chest, hugging him tight as they drifted together in their afterglows. Regretfully, he slowly rolled to one side, slipping out of his brother, who turned to face him, touching his muzzle to Simon's with a smile. Simon returned the look and pulled Theodore to him with arms and tail. "Feel better, little bro?" he asked softly, gratified to see another smile as Theodore nodded. "I think I'll be okay now, Simon," Theodore murmured sleepily. "Just knowing you're here for me helps. Thank you." Simon squeezed his brother tight and kissed the top of his head, watching as his eyes drifted shut and his breathing became deeper as the chubby chipmunk fell into sleep, his head pillowed on Simon's chest. The slender chipmunk watched him silently for a few minutes before whispering softly, "And I always will be here for you, little brother. Thank you." Warm against his brother's fur, he allowed himself to join Theodore in sleep once again. *All eight Black Eagles stare at the screen in disbelief* Linhardt: We just read about two underage chipmunk brothers engaging in sex. Petra: I am not feeling the amusement right now.