chip, dale, and gadget hackwrench (chip n dale rescue rangers) directed by gridanon
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A new mystery for the Rescue Rangers: who's the baby daddy?

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Tech Talk

I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Golly Gosh My Word!

In the dim glow of the Rescue Rangers' treehouse headquarters, late into the night after a grueling case, the air hung thick with unspoken tension. The team had scattered—Monterey Jack and Zipper off to raid the cheese stash—but Chip, Dale, and Gadget lingered in the workshop. Gadget Hackwrench, her lavender jumpsuit half-unzipped from hours of tinkering, wiped grease from her paws, her blonde ponytail slightly disheveled. The scent of oil and metal mingled with the faint, musky warmth of their bodies after a long day.

Chip, ever the serious leader, adjusted his fedora, his dark eyes lingering on Gadget's curves a beat too long. Dale, sprawled lazily on a workbench in his Hawaiian shirt, grinned goofily, his red nose twitching as he watched her bend over to pick up a wrench. For years, the two chipmunks had harbored crushes on their brilliant mouse inventor, competing in subtle ways, but tonight, something shifted. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the chase, or the way Gadget's goggles perched on her forehead framed her bright blue eyes. Whatever it was, the air crackled.

"Golly, you two were amazing out there today," Gadget said breathlessly, turning to face them with a warm smile. Her voice was soft, a little rambling as always. "The way you synchronized that dive off the Ranger Wing—pure precision! I mean, if I'd calibrated the thrusters just a tad differently..."

Chip cleared his throat, stepping closer, his leather jacket creaking softly. "Gadget, you don't give yourself enough credit. Your gadgets saved the day again." His voice was low, authoritative, but laced with something deeper—desire.

Dale hopped down, sidling up on her other side, his messier fur brushing against her arm. "Yeah, Gadget! You're the real hero. Super smart and... uh... super hot." He blushed under his fur, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Gadget blinked, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her light fur. She wasn't oblivious tonight; the heat in their gazes was impossible to miss. "You... you really think so?" she murmured, her tail flicking nervously. The workshop felt smaller, warmer.

Chip reached out first, his paw gently cupping her cheek. "We both do. Always have." Dale nodded eagerly, his paw sliding to her waist.

What started as tentative kisses—Chip's firm and commanding on one side, Dale's playful and nipping on the other—quickly escalated. Gadget's jumpsuit slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her soft, curvaceous body: pert breasts with pink nipples hardening in the cool air, slim waist flaring to wide hips, and between her thighs, a neatly trimmed patch of blonde fur framing her already glistening pussy. The scent of her arousal hit them like a wave—sweet, musky, intoxicating.

"Oh... golly," Gadget whispered, her voice trembling as their paws explored her. Chip's touch was deliberate, tracing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. Dale's was chaotic, tickling her sides before dipping lower, fingers teasing her slick folds.

They stripped quickly. Chip's bomber jacket hit the floor, revealing his toned, tan-furred body. Dale's Hawaiian shirt followed, exposing his slightly softer build. But what made Gadget's eyes widen were their cocks—both enormous for their size, thick and veined, easily nine inches long, throbbing with need. Chip's was straight and commanding, the head a deep purple. Dale's curved slightly upward, with a playful flare. Below them hung heavy, pendulous balls, swollen and full, churning with pent-up seed. The musky scent of their masculinity filled the room, mixing with Gadget's wetness.

"You're both so... big," Gadget breathed, her paw tentatively wrapping around Chip's shaft, then Dale's, stroking them in awe. They groaned in unison, pre-cum beading at their tips, slick and salty on her tongue when she leaned in to taste first one, then the other.

"We want you, Gadget," Chip growled softly, his serious facade cracking with lust. "Both of us. Together."

Dale nodded, grinning. "Yeah! Double the fun, right?"

Gadget's heart raced, but her pussy clenched at the idea, dripping onto the workshop floor. "Together? Like... at the same time? In my... oh wow, that sounds impossible, but... I want to try. For you both."

They moved to a pile of soft blankets in the corner, Gadget on her back, legs spread wide. The sight of her pink, puffy pussy lips glistening with juices made their cocks twitch. Chip and Dale knelt between her thighs, their massive dicks pressing together, rubbing against each other slickly before aligning at her entrance.

"Relax, Gadget," Chip murmured, kissing her deeply as he pushed forward. The head of his cock stretched her impossibly wide, her tight walls yielding with a wet squelch. She cried out into his mouth, a mix of pain and pleasure.

Then Dale joined, his curved shaft sliding alongside Chip's, forcing her pussy to accommodate both. Inch by thick inch, they sank in together, the sensation overwhelming—her velvet heat gripping them like a vice, the friction of their cocks rubbing against each other inside her adding electric sparks.

"Golly! Oh—oh stars, you're so huge! Both of you... filling me up!" Gadget wailed, her voice high and breathless. Her paws clutched their fur, nails digging in as they bottomed out, their heavy balls pressing against her ass. The stretch burned deliciously, every ridge and vein dragging along her sensitive inner walls.

They started slow, thrusting in unison, their hips syncing like in their adventures. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy being double-stuffed filled the room—schlick, schlick, squelch—with every plunge. Gadget's juices coated their shafts, dripping down to soak their balls. The air smelled of sex: her sweet arousal, their salty pre-cum, the earthy musk of fur and sweat.

"Fuck, Gadget, you're so tight," Chip grunted, his voice strained, fedora long discarded. He leaned down to suck on her nipple, teeth grazing the hard peak.

Dale laughed breathlessly, nipping her ear. "Heh, yeah! Like a custom Gadget-grip invention! Feels awesome rubbing against you too, Chip!"

Gadget's first orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her body arched, pussy convulsing wildly around their dual cocks, milking them in rhythmic spasms. "Ahh! I'm—I'm cumming! Oh golly, yes! Don't stop—harder!" Her voice broke into screams, high-pitched and ecstatic, echoing off the workshop walls. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, her clit throbbing untouched, juices squirting lightly around their buried shafts.

They didn't stop. Pounding faster now, their balls slapping wetly against her with each thrust. The sight was erotic: her small body impaled on two massive chipmunk cocks, belly slightly bulging from their girth. Touch was everywhere—paws groping her breasts, tails entwining, fur slick with sweat.

Second orgasm built quickly. Gadget's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling. "Again—it's coming again! You two are... so deep! Stretching me so good!" She babbled techno-nonsense through moans: "Like dual pistons in a high-torque engine—friction coefficients off the charts!"

Chip and Dale grinned at each other over her writhing form, their rivalry forgotten in shared bliss. "Feel that, Dale? She's squeezing us together."

"Totally! Best team-up ever!"

Her third climax shattered her. "CUMMING! AHHH—YES, CHIP! DALE! FILL ME—OH GOLLY, I'M EXPLODING!" Her pussy clamped down vise-like, gushing hot fluids that soaked their fur and the blankets. Body shaking, she screamed vocally, raw and uninhibited, nails raking their backs.

They held on, thrusts growing erratic, balls drawing tight. The pressure built—those heavy orbs churning audibly, full of thick cum.

"Now, Dale—together," Chip commanded through gritted teeth.

"Yeah—let's flood her!"

With a synchronized roar, they buried deep, cocks pulsing side-by-side inside her spasming depths. Hot ropes of cum erupted simultaneously—thick, creamy, endless. Chip's load was forceful jets, Dale's creamy and voluminous. It overflowed instantly, white seed bubbling out around their shafts, painting her thighs and their balls. The sensation of their cum mixing inside her, warm and sticky, triggered Gadget's fourth orgasm.

"YES! I feel it—your cum! So much—hot and thick! Cumming again—AHHHH!" She shrieked, body convulsing, pussy milking every drop as they pumped her full. The scent was overwhelming: salty semen, her tangy squirt, all mingling in the humid air.

They collapsed in a heap, still buried inside her, cum leaking slowly. Gadget panted, blissed-out smile on her face. "That was... incredible. Like the ultimate invention."

Chip kissed her forehead. "We love you, Gadget."

Dale chuckled. "Round two later?"

She giggled weakly. "Golly, yes."

The night was far from over, their bodies entwined in sticky, satisfied warmth.

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