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Disclaimer: Chip 'N Dale Rescue Rangers belongs to Walt Disney Television.
This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 03/21/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, male/female sex, strong language

Category: Het

Pairing: Gadget/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Something inside Gadget causes her to leave the Rescue Rangers
and walk into the arms of a handsome brown mouse that lives inside a
photographer's studio in an artistic section of the city.

Other Notes: This story is based on a picture entitled GAD 16 by an artist
named Necron99.

Dedications: None so far.
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Chip 'N Dale Rescue Rangers: Out Of The Rescue Rangers
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Gadget Hackwrench and ever since I had joined up with two
chipmunks named Chip and Dale, another mouse named Monterey Jack and a
little fly whose name is Zipper to form a great mystery-solving team
known as the Rescue Rangers, we were all able to have one major success
against Fat Cat and other such nasty villians after another.

But that was before the 21st day of March, which was when I had looked
back on my many past brilliant achivements, taken a deep breath and started
thinking to myself, *Are you sure about this, Gadget? I mean, is this all
there is about you? Is there nothing more?*

And after I had suddenly realized that there might actually be more to me
than just puting together some sort of flying machine and joining my good
buddies in solving yet another mystery, I had walked over to my fellow
Rescue Rangers and said, "Look, Guys. I really do hate to say this to you,
but something has caused me to start wondering about what the future might
really hold for me and I had realized that I'm not going to find that out
by sticking around here. In short, I want out of the Rescue Rangers."

Now of course, Monty had walked up to me, placed his gentle hand on my
shoulder and tried to talk me out of leaving the team, but the end result
of that little talk was that I had given poor Monty a great big hug and
said, "I'm sorry, Monty. I know that you and the guys mean well, but I
really do need to find out what the future might hold for me."

And so, after I had gotten all of my stuff packed-up and said 'goodbye'
to all of my fellow Rescue Rangers, I had left the team's hollow-tree
headquarters and started walking out of the park and into the
artistic-district of the city, where I had started looking around for
some place that I might be able to crash for the night.

That was before I had suddenly heard a mysterious voice from behind me
saying, "Hey, Babe. You look like you're the one lady who's in need of a
place to spend the night in. I do believe that I have just the place and
if you want me to do so, I might be able to fix-up a guest-room for you."

And after I had turned around and noticed that it was the voice of a young
and handsome brown male mouse who was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket,
a pair of bluejeans and a tee-shirt with the words 'hot stuff' on it, I had
let out a sigh of relief just before he had let out a small smile and said,
"Well, now that I had gotten a really good look at you and noticed that
you're also as beautiful as New York's very own Statue of Liberty herself,
I guess that I really should go ahead and fix-up that guest-room for you...
if that's okay with you."

And then, after I had given his suggestion some thought and realized that
it might be better for me to spend the night in his place than inside some
refridgerator box in an alley somewhere, I had said 'yes' to the handsome
hunk's suggestion and followed him inside one of the many buildings and
through a mailslot on the door into a photographer's studio.

And after I had looked around the entire place and noticed how big and
wonderful it actually was, I had turned towards my newfound friend with a
smile on my face and said, "Wow! This place of yours is really great! I
think that I'll enjoy spending the night here. By the way, my name is
Gadget Hackwrench. May I ask what your name is?"

"My name is Kevin Hustler and I'm so glad to hear you say such kind words
about my own place of residence," Kevin has answered my question after he
had taken off his jacket and pointed towards some of the photographer's
equipment. "Now if you're more than willing to do so, we could go up there
and get started on turing your image into my latest masterpiece."

Now to tell you the honest truth, I really had no idea as to how he was
going to turn my image into his latest masterpiece, but that was before we
had reached one of the counters, placed a dry washcloth down next to a sink,
took off his tee-shirt and said, "Okay, Gadget. All you need to do now is
take your clothes off and placed your naked body on the towel, while I get
the camera set-up."

Well, if you were to ask me, I would had said 'thanks, but no thanks' to him
and gotten myself out of there, but only if I still don't have the need to
discover what the future might hold for me causing me to change my mind and
go along with being a newfound subject for his latest masterpiece.

And so, after I had taken a deep breath and stripped off all of my clothes,
I had placed my bare-ass naked body on the washcloth just in time for Kevin
to aim one of the photographer's many cameras at me and started shooting one
photo after another of me in one sexy pose after another.

But then, after he had stopping shooting the last photo and stepped away from
the camera and towards me, I had noticed that Kevin has taken off his jeans
and started stroking his stiff cock right in front of me just before he had
sat himself down next to me and started moving his lips closer to mine.

That was before I had moved my head away from his, took a deep breath and
said, "Look, Kevin. If I had given you the wrong signals, I'm really sorry
about that. You see, I don't think that we should be doing this because I
had been way too busy to have any...!"

But just as I was about to say another word to him, Kevin has placed the
tips of his fingers on my lips and said, "No, Gadget. You don't need to say
anything. You also don't need to be afraid. I'll be as gentle with you as
possible. All you need to do now is just relax...and enjoy it."

And with that, both Kevin and I had kissed each other ever so passionately
on the lips just before he had started licking all over my nude body -- all
the way down to my hot, wet pussy and carressing my firm breasts and I had
placed my hands on his bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh! What are you
doing to me, Kevin? Please don't do this! I don't want it! Stop! Oooohhhh!
Please, Kevin! Don't stop! Yeeeessss! That's it! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, after he had turned himself around and allowed me to start sucking
on his stone hard cock, I had suddenly realized that I was experiencing
something that I had never allowed myself to experience with any one of my
fellow Rescue Rangers before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed
erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and used each
of his hands to start carressing both my tits and snatch, I had placed one of
my hands on his bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled
at the top of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, KEVIN! TOUCH ME!
FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has paid its final visit to the Rescue Rangers headquarters, the
both of us had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our
naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, on the very next day, a whole group of art-loving patrons of a
nearby coffee-house had gazed their eyes with pure awe at Kevin Hustler's
portrait of a bare-ass naked white female mouse named Gadget Hackwrench
and gave it such wonderous praise that a smiling Kevin had given me a big
hug and asked me to accept his hand in marriage.

Now let me tell you right now that I would like to let you in on what happens
to us next, but Kevin and I had decided to save that for another time... like
say... oooohhhh... maybe two or three days.

THE END!

    

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