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Gadget's Gadgets - Chapter Three

"Dammit... again?"

Gadget muttered to herself as she realised something. That despite the fact she was meant to be working on her newest prototype, a custom made, scratch built, personally tailored accessory which would put all the others she had ever made use of to shame, she was losing focus. Worse than that though, losing focus again. Not for the first time that day, nor indeed the second, or even the third. Three times prior to this the mouse had looked down between her legs to see a hand, one of her own, rubbing at the dampened crotch of her purple jumpsuit, and this made it an even four.

"C'mon, me... show a little restraint, for now at least. Once you've finished building this, once the motors are running at peak efficiency and you get the casing completely sealed, then... then you can take all the time you want enjoying it. You can finally use it for what it was made to be used for. But until then, you can't just keep on... m-mhhh... getting distracted thinking about that hypothetical future, delaying it more and more every time you do so."

She dragged her hand away from her crotch, and back to the inner workings of the micro-motor she was working on, resting upon the bench in front of her under a magnifying lens. Barely five minutes later though, just as Gadget was about to try and insert a particularly delicate component into the main body of the hyper-efficient, hyper powerful and reliable electric motor to be sealed away within the device's core, she found herself short a hand to steady the motor's casing once again. She looked down with a squeak of surprise and frustration as she found her hand inching like it truly had a mind of its own up her thigh, as though trying to ambush her still dampened, moisture darkened crotch. Throwing her other hand up into the air in a gesture of surrender, she squeaked again, half in anger, half in excitement.

"Fine. F-fine, then. I'll do it. I'll masturbate... again..."

Even as she spoke though, trying to sound frustrated and disapproving of herself, she could feel her body rejoicing in her own willpower's defeat. Feel her nether regions clenching within the insides of her jumpsuit's crotch. Feel her nipples chafing and rubbing, rock hard against the interior of the upper portion of her outfit. And she could see herself, feel herself turning away from the double ended dildo upon which she had been working for almost a week since learning about what both Chip and Dale desired to share with her. Away from her current project, and towards her current vice. Towards the observation system which she had crafted so well-meaningly at first, wanting to up the security of the garage by installing devices capable of simultaneous, high definition three hundred and sixty degree recording with clear sound recording capability, no blind spots and practically zero chance of being hacked by anyone short of... well, short of her. Now though, it had changed from a device meant to protect her home and its possessions, to a device for her own personal espionage. To help her gather information. Or, to be more honest, more accurate in precisely what she was gathering from its use, to help her spy on her friends as they pleasured themselves and one another to thoughts, fantasies and even outright role-play of her.

The prototype which Chip had discovered in her workshop was still in his possession, and she watched him use it nightly to watch that same recording of her feverishly masturbating in the garage, sometimes alone and sometimes with Dale by his side, or humping him and watching over his shoulder as they pleasured one another. But now several other far smaller versions of the same device were placed in almost every room in the complex attached the garage. The bedrooms. The main garage itself. The office. Even the bathrooms. It was no wonder that over the last week Gadget had ended up distracting herself from her end goal a great many times, since she not only had a lot of footage to watch over each day, but now that Dale and Chip had re-awoken their passion for one another through their shared and supposedly secret desire for her, there was a lot of footage which she found it necessary to watch in detail, with her full attention devoted to it. And then re-watch later. And again, later still.

"Stupid sexy chipmunks... turning me into a big ol' pervert just coz you can't come out and just say you wanna screw me..."

Gadget muttered as she switched on her tablet and began to scan through the various cameras set up through the complex. She didn't expect to actually catch anyone live, but it was always worth checking before beginning the much longer, albeit rapidly sped-up process of trawling through each room's footage one at a time while slowly, tortuously edging herself towards climax. Already she was unzipping her jumpsuit. Already she was shuffling out of it from the waist up, baring her smooth, furless pink body and reaching down into her lower garments at last with a trembling, eager free hand. Her paw froze though, a painfully short distance away from her aching, dripping pussy, when as she flipped past one of the cameras, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. With a squeak, she flipped back, and her eyes widened as she watched Chip leading Dale down one of the complex's corridors just off the main garage. Not to their rooms. Not to where she had most commonly seen them getting intimate together, but instead towards the shared bathroom which adjoined the corridor where their rooms stood alongside Gadget and Monterey Jack's own.

She watched as they disappeared from that room, and switched over to the next camera within the bathroom itself. Hurriedly she cranked up the tablet's volume, and listened as sure enough the two chipmunks slipped into the bathroom, Dale giggling and starting to unbutton his brightly coloured shirt while mid-way through asking his bomber-jacket clad companion a playfully teasing question.

"So, can I take it from the smooching and dragging me through here that you didn't bust into my room to ask me to play some video games?"

Chip's only response was to smile and step forward, giving Gadget another delicious glimpse of the aforementioned smooching as his black button of a nose bumped against his brother's reddened nose and two tongues flicked out to meet prior to lips engaging alongside them. Chip's hands took over the work of unfastening Dale's buttons, and in return Dale began to tease off Chip's jacket. They both wore fairly minimal clothing anyway, but god if there wasn't something sexy as hell about watching the two chipmunks tease those iconic outfits away from their bodies. Gadget's toes curled and flexed in excitement, her tail twitched from side to side, and her eyes grew heavy lidded as upon revealing their nude forms to one another the two men fully flung themselves into a tight embrace and a deeper, more passionate kiss while their rodent voyeur's hand in her pants quickened its pace, and intensified the sounds of wetness emerging from within.

"Please... o-oh, boys. Wait for me, please..."

She squeaked softly, bashfully as she found herself as was increasingly the case these days lost in thoughts of being with them. Not of fulfilling her current plan of completing the double ended strap-on which would help her and the chipmunks' fantasies of a three-way come true, for her and Chip especially, but simply racing out of her workshop right then and there, across the main body of the garage, into the corridor which adjoined all the bedrooms, and hammering on the door of the bathroom until Chip and Dale let her in and let her fling her trembling, desperately needy body at both of them. She would do anything. Anything to be with them in moments like this, and yet all that the mouse could really do in those instants was sit there and masturbate feverishly, unable and unwilling to tear her eyes off the screen of her tablet and miss the gorgeous perfection of what those two men were doing to one another for even a single second.

"Yes. Yesssss..."

Gadget whined, lifting her ass up off her chair and tugging her increasingly soaked jumpsuit's crotch down and away from her nether regions at last before letting one very damp pink hand fly right back to the source of that wetness. She almost screamed, her breath catching in her throat as she plunged three fingers back into herself, back arching, fingers striking hard at her own g-spot just as she saw Chip and Dale pull back from their passionate make-out session enough to offer her a glimpse of what lay between their naked bodies. Two cocks, not the biggest in the world by any means but utterly perfect in Gadget's eyes. Two cocks she had already seen grant their owners and each other of the two chipmunks so much pleasure, and which she hoped, she prayed would some day soon offer her the same bliss in person. For now though she was more than satisfied to see them part, only for that one very particular segment of their bodies to reunite again. For the two men to lock eyes, blush, giggle, and rock their hips forward as a hand fell to the base of their shaft for each of them.

"En garde!"

Dale giggled as he rubbed the tip of his cock against Chip's own. Chip rolled his eyes and murmured back to his brother...

"You dork..."

...but he did so affectionately, and showed no restraint in starting to thrust his hips and wiggle his cock around in an equally tender, intimate yet playful manner as the two of them began to sword-fight and frot with their shafts, gasping, murmuring and before long rendering both their cocks slick with one another's pre-cum as the rubbing of their heads and shafts sent the first trickles of pre-cum oozing down the other man's erection. Soon they were leaning forward, kissing as they humped and rubbed at one another, swapping hands, stroking, masturbating the other chipmunk's cock. They began to employ a whole range of playful, teasing touches in order to stimulate and excite one another, and thanks to the high definition video she was capturing of every second of this, Gadget could see just how excited and overwhelmed the two men were getting.

Before either one of them could push themselves or their companion over the edge though, and thus before Gadget could find an excuse to get herself off alongside them, already hovering on the edge of blissful oblivion as she kicked and squirmed her way out of the remains of her jumpsuit, casting it wholly aside and spreading her legs wider apart over the arms of her desk's swivel-chair, Chip drew back from his and Dale's bout of frenetic frottage. He gently coaxed the other chipmunk's hand away from his own cock, and leaned forward to whisper something into Dale's ear. Something which, to Gadget's dismay was not only too quiet for even the high tech microphones built into her security system to overhear, but something so hot and so extreme that it made Dale squeak loudly when he heard it, slap both hands over his own muzzle in shock, and send a ribbon of pre-cum launching from his cock to lash over Chip's nearby, fluffy furred belly in the extremes of excitement it obviously provoked.

"Where did that come from?"

Dale blushed as he giggled, recovering swiftly from the initial shock of having heard whatever it was that Chip had said, tilting his head to one side while he regarded the eager but undeniably red faced, bashful second chipmunk.

"Is that a no? Coz, you know that's okay, right? We can just keep going, we don't have to..."

Chip spoke more audibly now, thank goodness, but Gadget still found herself leaning in towards her tablet where it was propped up on her desk, fingers lodged inside herself, twitching, occasionally tapping and gently rubbing at her g-spot as she held herself on a blissful plateau while she watched and listened intently with her large, radar-like ears.

"N-no, it's... it's not a no. It's just... I dunno, a surprise! We only did it once. I said it could be an experiment, a... a test, and... you never mentioned it again, so, I kinda thought it just wasn't your thing."

Dale's response, how blushy and squirmy he got after being so utterly uninhibited in literally everything else which Gadget had watched him and Chip share together sexually, only made Gadget a thousand times more eager to learn precisely what it was that Chip had been able to say to him, able to suggest in order to provoke such a response. Thankfully though it didn't seem as though she would have to wait long for that to happen, considering what the black nosed chipmunk said next in a teasing murmur.

"Well, I'm mentioning it now. Do you want to?"

Dancing from foot to foot in overwhelmed, almost disbelieving excitement, Dale giggled in glee.

"A-always. But, where? Last time we were out in the... y'know..."

Chip grinned, nodded, and tapped the tile floor beneath them with one foot.

"Right here, right now. Do you think I dragged you here from the bedroom because I think frotting next to a toilet is particularly hot?"

The red nosed chipmunk's face flushed an ever more matching shade of scarlet, and he kept on squirming, his cock still dribbling a surprisingly potent amount of pre-cum to the smooth, firm floor below almost without pause.

"O-oh gosh... I... okay! Okay, yeah, let's do it!"

He took his cock in hand as he agreed, and Chip moaned softly as he did the same. They pointed their shafts at one another like they were about to start frotting all over again, but rather than stepping forward towards one another's naked and eagerly primed bodies, the two chipmunks actually took a step back, blushing, moaning, giggling but no longer endeavouring to remain intimately close. They began to circle one another, strafing sideways, and as they did so, they began to moan as their faces got hotter and redder, and their eyes darted back and forth between their lover's face and cock.

"I'm... I'm gonna do it..."

Chip teased breathily, lustily.

"Mnnh... me too. I... ohhhh, it's coming... get ready..."

Dale agreed as they each hefted their cocks once again. They pointed them up, always ensuring they were facing the other chipmunk as they playfully circled one another like they were getting ready to start wrestling. And finally, to Gadget's shock and absolute elation, she learned why as a moan of relief escaped Chip, a squeak of excitement and laughter escaped Dale, and with a pair of meagre trickles at first which drummed down against the smooth tile floor below from the tips of their still hard cocks, both chipmunks began not to cum before one another, but to piss.

"Oh my god. Oh golly... o-ohhh, boys..."

Gadget squealed in shock, in wonder, and more than anything else in unparalleled lust as she watched the two chipmunk's rock hard cocks beginning not just to trickle forth a little stream of urine, but to let loose a pair of more full force sprays which shot off at slight angles thanks to their mutually aroused state. Chip squeaked as Dale's flow hit him on his right thigh, while for a moment or two Chip's own flow angled off to the left, just missing Dale entirely for a moment or so before the black nosed chipmunk grinned at his companion, let slip an eager moan of excitement, and tilted his cock to the right so that all of a sudden his piss was hitting Dale square in the belly, running down over his smooth, creamy fur and onto his own throbbing, freely flowing cock. Dale wailed with laughter in return, and just a moment later the two of them were jumping and circling round one another in a fully fledged water-gun fight, spraying one another full on, holding their cocks and guiding them up and down, left and right to soak as much of their brother and lover's bodies as possible while doing almost nothing to dodge the other chipmunk's own free flowing urine.

Watching, eyes bulging, muzzle hanging wide open in stunned awe and such unrestrained, unrepentant horniness that she could actually feel drool running down one side of her chin, it took about ten seconds of watching Chip and Dale soaking each other with their own piss before Gadget realised that there was something she could do about this. Something she could do not to involve herself directly as she might have wanted to were absolutely anything possible, but something which was within her power to make this whole experience even more incredibly erotic and enjoyable than it already was.

A strangled sob caught in the back of the mouse's throat. Her head snapped back so hard and so far that she was barely able to keep her eyes on the tablet screen, and her legs kicked out hard into the air in front of her, locking horizontally, toes splayed out, flexing and quivering while her pink tail did the very same, and her fingers began to attack her aching, drooling, now raging inferno of a pussy. Never in her life had Gadget played around with anyone or even by herself in that regard. Never before had she watched a single video, read a single fan-fiction or even engaged in an idle fantasy where watersports had been a feature of it. But now that she had seen it happening live and between the two men she wanted most in all the world to feel throbbing and cumming within her, against her, anywhere and any way they wished, Gadget didn't just like the idea of it. She didn't just want to feel that hot urine hitting her as it was splashing and flowing between the two men. She needed it.

She needed it more than she had known she could need anything in not just her adult, sexually active life... but more than anything, ever.

And that, combined with the fact she had been edging herself on the brink of climax all the while as Chip and Dale had been teasing and making out and getting one another worked up to this moment, was why the two men were still giggling, cavorting and pissing all over one another when Gadget grunted in obscene rapture, thrashed so hard that she almost fell backwards clean off her chair, and spread her legs wide apart, wrenching her fingers out of herself in violent over-stimulation as for a moment she was certain that she was cumming. Certain that she was squirting, only to realise the overwhelming, humiliating and utterly mind-blowingly arousing truth. She wasn't squirting. Wasn't cumming, no matter how agonisingly close she was. Legs spread, feet raised, eyes bulging and her whole body quaking in pure, uncontrollable lust, Gadget's eyes crossed as she too began to piss entirely beyond her own control.

"Nnnhhh... no! Nooooo, I... I c-caaahhh... I can't! Nnnhhaahhh, not here, not... ooooohh god!"

The first wave of her urine erupted from her not in a clear jet like she might have imagined, but in a far less cohesive but no less powerful spray as it was caught against the insides of her labia, bursting out in a far more loose, unconsolidated torrent and flooding down over the edge of her thankfully leather clad seat, and onto the concrete floor of her workshop. Gadget pressed her hands to her crotch as though seeking to manually stifle her own flow, but all that did was make her whimper and squeak more in uncontrolled elation as she felt the intense, glorious flow of her hot piss against her palms and imagined feeling that same sensation, only coming from one of the chipmunks' cocks. With a lustful gurgle she spread her outer lips open, removed her other hand creating a barrier to her flow, and her eyes bulged once more as she watched her piss fly free at last, launching out a good seven feet in a high pressure stream, hours of sitting still sipping on soda while she worked on her dildo and fantasised about its use ensuring that she had a far fuller and more receptive, responsive bladder than either of the men she was watching.

And, speaking of those men, Gadget was still soaking her workshop floor, squeaking and moaning and watching as her bladder emptied itself of every drop with a flow that simple would not allow itself to be stifled or restrained for even a second, as she glanced back at the screen of her tablet and saw the giggling chipmunks stumble forward and into one another's arms. She watched their cocks rub and press up between them as the final dribbles of their own piss tapered off, oozing and dripping their last into one another's bellies and over one another's still rigid, clearly intensely aroused cocks. She watched them giggle as they rubbed their hands over one another's pee-stained chests, then embraced tightly once more and rocked their cocks together as the flow of urine ceased entirely, and all of a sudden they were no longer pissing, but masturbating and pleasuring one another all over again like they'd never stopped.

"Oh, Chip. Thank you. That was... ohh, wow... that was amazing..."

Dale whimpered and giggled as he covered his brother's face with playful little kisses, each one so swift that even as Chip turned his head to try and intercept and reciprocate, he found Dale's muzzle somewhere else upon his flushed and panting features.

"Mmh, it really was. God, I... I can't believe I didn't ask you to do that with me again after the first time."

The other chipmunk responded, blushing as finally Dale stopped teasing him with kisses and let their lips meet as a warm, wet hand wrapped around his cock and started to pump it feverishly, prompting him to do the same to Dale a mere moment or two later.

"Why... oooh yesssss... Chip, why did you decide you wanted to again? What changed?"

Cradling one another's damp, dripping bodies in the middle of the bathroom, toes curling and splashing in a puddle of their shared urine on the tile floor and faces nuzzling, kissing as they urgently jerked one another off, Dale asked the question which even in her lust stricken, still uncontrollably urinating state Gadget was eager to learn too. After all, if she could figure out what had driven Chip so wild as to propose this, it would make it so much easier to seduce him when the dildo was completed and the time finally came for her to make her move on both the chipmunks.

Chip blushed, he moaned and humped his cock against Dale's eagerly working hand. Just a few seconds later though he did give his answer, and while it made Dale giggle and moan and hump all the faster and more eagerly himself, it was Gadget whose sanity was sent crashing off the rails by what Chip had to say.

"I was jerking off in bed this morning. Thinking about you, and about Gadget. I... o-ohh, oh god, Dale, I'm close. I... aahhh, I was thinking about the first time, the only time we did this, out in the woods together before we joined the Rangers. Then I thought about her. About if... if she'd been there with us, and... oh god, Dale... do you think... a-ahhh fuck, g-gonna cum... do you think that, if I asked... if we asked... would... oohh fuck. Oh fuck! Would... ah, would Gadget piss on us?"

An echoing, squeaking, squealing shriek rang out through Gadget's workshop door. Through the garage door, along the corridor which housed their bedrooms and through the bathroom door too. On the screen of her tablet, Chip and Dale's ears twitched as the faintest remnant of that scream reached them, and though they were both far too caught up in the moment, in one another to think of it as anything more than a blissful fantasy, their minds were suddenly infused with the fresh image of Gadget shrieking, quivering and cumming right alongside both of them as their humping, rubbing and piss-fuelled fantasies grew too much, and they started to paint one another's cocks, paws and trembling bodies with ropes of their shared, intermingled cum.

Gadget didn't see any of that though. She relied on the security system's recording protocols to save it all for her in excruciatingly intimate detail, because as the two chipmunks were quivering, nuzzling, kissing and cumming together in the wake of Chip's passionate question, so too was the mouse. Cumming at last, and cumming so hard, so incredibly hard as she realised not only that Chip wanted her to piss on him, but that she truly, deliriously wanted to do it too. Thus, glassy eyed, legs still extended, toes still splayed out and twitching, Gadget gurgled and squeaked breathlessly, overwhelmed and overstimulated to the most incredible extreme as she soaked the chair and the already piss-stained ground beneath it with what now truly was orgasmic ejaculate rather than simply urine. She whimpered, gasped, came harder and harder, impossibly, insanely hard as with every passing instant her mind conjured forth new and utterly debauched ways that she could drive Chip and Dale wild with not only her pussy, but her bladder as a part of its internal arsenal.

And in those moments, as she gushed and shuddered and squeaked her way through the most unabashedly kinky and intense orgasm of her entire life, the mouse entirely missed something which the security system captured for just the briefest of instants while she, Dale and Chip all trembled, moaned and climaxed to thoughts of one another.

She missed Chip's head turning for a split-second, his eyes glancing ever so swiftly up in the exact direction of her supposedly hidden security system, and as Dale pumped the other chipmunk's cock and one more ribbon of cum lashed out over his brother's chest, she missed Chip giving her the most fleeting, but desperate look of pleading hope.

A plea to stop watching. To stop hiding behind her technology, behind her gadgets... and join them, just as soon as she was ready.

By Jeeves

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