A Tiny Push
Commission for anon
The unthinkable just happened. The usual goofy sidekick Dale finally became a respected investigator. But only Chip knows what's behind that transformation and what his brother needs to remain focused, thanks to his little feet
"Did I do a good job?"
Remains of eaten acorn fell onto the trashcan, while the chipmunk at the desk continued reading the carefully prepared documents, with added pictures and notes. Chip kept his slight smirk on, acting nonchalantly during quite an important evaluation. After all, their client had to be adequately informed of what the chipmunks were paid for.
The rodent in the fedora briefly glanced at the other one, who wore a peculiar Hawaiian shirt, not exactly a great outfit for a private investigator. But actions are always more important than looks and Dale proved it all by his exceptional work. Especially for a usually goofy and clumsy sidekick.
Chip couldn't be more proud to see well-done work. All the photos were perfect evidence and the reports were thorough, like it wasn't Dale who wrote this. He read added information written on sticky notes, noticing how lousy and irrelevant those were, for example, what he ate during the investigation. Because of the nervous handwriting, Chip knew what happened.
Just a few weeks before, Chip learn about his brother's fetish and how he loved humping other chipmunk's feet. But after an eventful orgasm, Dale's mind was clear and focused, as if the constant horniness kept him out from achieving greatness, previously thinking solely about sex and nothing else. So those sticky notes meant that Dale ran out of juice so to speak, Or rather, he was filled with it. That and the fact that the other rodent could barely stand, shaking on his legs.
Chip's smirk widened, seeing how pent-up his dear brother was, before placing his big feet on the desk, wiggling their toes teasingly, curling them up occasionally. The recent stench of Dale's cum didn't disappear completely, its faint smell still in the air around them. A constant reminder of the red-nosed chipmunk's obsession.
"Well...?" Dale asked, getting more impatient, especially after seeing a pair of depraving limbs, both promising the chipmunk about possible leisure activity full of perversion. But as promised, he had to do at least decent work to be rewarded, so he did his best to investigate just like Chip, if not better.
Taking his precious time, the black-nosed rodent moved his feet further, briefly placing them on Dale's chest teasingly, rubbing them up and down while delighting in such a discreet, light torture. After seeing their brother's painful and irritated expression, Chip only shook his head with a tiny smile on his face, before returning both feet to the desk.
The other chipmunk's silence was almost deafening and somewhat insulting. Dale tapped his feet against the wooden floor, unable to contain his excitement and growing frustration, but he had to be patient because that also was part of his evaluation, showing that he could act and live like a true investigator.
"Sloppy work, Dare. Most of the intel is completely irrelevant, not to mention the overall sloppiness. Well, better luck next time, I guess. That means no reward, sorry." He couldn't stop himself from grinning, proving he wasn't the best actor. But still, it was enough to move another chipmunk to the edge.
"What!?"
Dale slammed his hands on the desk, causing several papers to fly away, scattering around the floor. If it was a TV cartoon, Chip thought, Dale's head would burn from anger, while pillars of smoke would shoot out of his ears. The black-nosed chipmunk wasn't startled by his brother's outburst at all, keeping his cool like a professional.
Then he noticed how aroused Dale was. His rigid cock on full mast spurted several thick shots of precum, some droplets landing on his brother's toes but most of it covered the floor beneath him. It struck Chip's string who wanted to help out his sibling, but making fun of him was simply better in this situation.
"I spent three whole days on this job, Chip! I documented every single thing. You got your precious evidence, collected by the book. I swear that our client will be more than happy and... and...-" he stopped ranting, seeing his brother chuckling. "Why are you laughing?!"
"Oh, I was just joking. You did an amazing job. So good, that even I wouldn't do better. Come on, you can have your little reward, I allow it. Knock yourself out, I see how much you need it. Go on, make it quick, since we both know how a fast-burner you are."
Ignoring his words, Dale attacked like a feral beast, not even trying to contain his desire, overfilled with lust. He thought about fucking both paws at once, although he remembered that it will take some time before another reward so he savored this desire, starting with Chip's toes. He opened his maw, placing all digits from the first foot inside him, slobbering all over them while sucking harder than a tornado, delighted by their taste.
Dale kept leaking copious amounts of clear fluids all over the desk, but luckily previously cleaned off documents by cautious Chip. He was proud of his brother who finally got better at their job, even if he had to achieve it by the reward system since he couldn't think straight with a raging, wet cock.
The red-nosed rodent let out Chip's toes with a loud pop, only to attack the second foot with his mouth, although focusing on the sole that time with his tongue, licking off every existent bead of sweat. His nervous, shallow breathing further showed how much he needed that prize, almost ready to burst solely by pleasuring Chip's feet.
"I can't hold much longer..." the chipmunk let out a high-pitched whine, standing up straight and placing Chip's feet together. Right afterward, Dale inserted his leaking dick right between them, enjoying the softness of his brother's fur and the shape of his paws. After supporting his arms on the desk, Dale doubled his efforts while fucking Chip's feet raw in pistoning motion, letting that throbbing, red-colored shaft go in and out repeatedly.
Chip kept his nonchalant smile, observing his dear brother having the best time of his life, mostly because of his irresistible feet almost entirely coated with Dale's pre-cum, continuously squirting out of quivering cockhead. And just like a true brother, Chip made sure that the other sibling didn't leave unhappy.
After another squeaky groan, Dale held onto the desk before pulling out his shaft from in between Chip's wet feet. With each powerful throb of the chipmunk's thick appendage, Dale shot out an immense torrent of pent-up jizz, all produced within the last few days without the possibility of release. The red-nose sibling's whole body quivered, barely able to stand on both legs, before suddenly collapsing on an already slippery floor, continuously spraying his cum around, most of them reaching Chip's toes.
"Are you okay?" He peeked from the side of his desk, not even trying to change his comfortable position. Seeing their unconscious sibling, he shook his head with a sigh, staring at the filthy pair of cum-coated feet. "Somebody has to clean them after all..."