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The ride back home was quiet and uneventful, except for the mini freak out they had to deal with when Tammy's mother saw Tammy slightly scuffed and had been crying very recently. It took a great deal of explaining that Tammy had been safe and what had really happened, somehow managing to avoid getting into detail over Dale. Mrs. Squirrel reluctantly bought it, only because Tammy confirmed what they said; Mrs. Squirrel decided to believe them, but knew that what ever did happened shook her up.

"Really. I'm fine, Mother," Tammy said, walking past her. "Nothing happened to me, but I just wanna lie down."

With Tammy taken care of, it was time to head back to the Rangers HQ. Oh, the way back, Monterrey looked back and smiled at what he saw- Dale sound asleep, snugged against Chip-still naked, and marked up-, and looking down at her as he held her tight in his arms with a loving smile on his face. Gadget glanced at Monterrey, and knew he was looking at Chip and Dale and sighed. It had been been quite the day for Dale. In a single day, she'd lost the love of her life, was attacked, tricked, and watched one of her friends getting hurt and for her sake. The silence throughout trip said it all- they all knew it and didn't know what to say.

When they did get back, Chip shushed every attempt to wake Dale. When Monterrey asked how they were going to get her to her room, Chip softly shifted Dale's form in his arms and proceeded to carry her out. It took little effort getting her out of the aircraft, and from there, he carried her heroically to their room; she didn't even realize it when Dale happily cuddled into his chest. When they got to their room, Chip gently laid Dale down on her bunk, and tucked her in. After taking a look at her, seeing her serenely sleeping face- it would have been if not for the tear streaked fur running down her cheeks.

Chip finally brushed himself off and turned towards the closet. Opening it, he found a collection of copies of his trademark bomber jacket and Fedora. Each was hung on a single coat hanger, and their respective Fedoras were placed neatly above each coat. In the back of the closet, there was a tux- for formal affairs. There was clearly a bare hanger and blank space, where the coat and hat he wore were ruined in the fight and subsequently discarded used to be. I've been meaning to buy a new coat, anyway, he thought to himself. He picked out another hat and coat and was about to put them on when he heard a soft sigh, and groan. He turned around and saw Dale starting to stir. He quickly threw on his jacket and hat as he rushed over to her. He was met with Dale slowly opening her eyes.

"Chip," Dale asked as her vision came back into focus.

"Yeah, Dale," Chip whispered eagerly. "It's me. You're in Headquarters, in your bed. You're safe."

Dale looked into Chip's eyes, as he looked into hers, and saw a range of emotion, but mostly love and concern; she thought she could also see a twinge of regret. He was going through all of that for her, she realized with a blush. It didn't help that she was starting to see him in a whole new way. Chip. Before she knew it, she found herself propping herself up, and giving him, a slow peck on his cheek. That took Chip by a serious surprise, as much as it did Dale.

"Dale," Chip gasped. "Wha.. What was that for?!"

"Well," Dale answered, as she shrunk back into her bed, blushing. "I never did thank you for saving me. That was one of the bravest thing I've ever seen. And... and... I-" she looked away from Chip, still blushing. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Chip sighed with a blush of his own, with his paw placed on his cheek. "It just, you know. Took me by surprise." Besides, he thought to himself. I... I kind of liked it.

"Chip," Dale said, starting to feel better. "I- I wanna talk to Gadget. It's-"

"I know," Chip smiled, softly pushing her head down. "It's a girl thing."

With that, Chip left, closing the door behind him. A knock came a few seconds later, just before Gadget poked her head in, and instantly saw Dale sitting on her bed, starting to undo her shirt.

"Dale," Gadget asked. "Chip said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah," Dale said, taking her shirt off. "Come in."

Sure, Gadget agreed, walking into to the room- closing the door behind her. As she approached Dale, she saw it in her face- something was on her mind, and it was something she HAD to tell someone, just not Chip. In less than a minute, Dale and Gadget were sitting down on Dale's bunk- Dale unsure how she was going to tell her.

"So, what did you want to talk about," Gadget asked.

"Gadget," Dale sighed. "I'm done. I'm done searching."

"But Dale," Gadget started.

"I know," Dale said, cutting Gadget off. "I know all of that. We still haven't caught up to him, yet. Whenever we think we do, we just miss him. Do you have ANY idea how much it hurts to go through what I do every single time? And did you forget about me Foxy? And now this!?" She put a paw on her neck, as she looked up at Gadget, hot tears pouring from her eyes. "Gadget, please. I can't do this anymore."

"Oh, Dale," Gadget sighed, hugging her. "It's okay. We're not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"What about that time you made me clean the entire headquarters," Dale responded.

"Well, it was your mess," Gadget answered with a slight giggle. "But this is completely different. If you want us to forget about Nimnul, we will."

"Thanks," Dale managed. "Gadget" she asked after a pause.

"Hmm?"

"I never noticed it before," Dale started. "But...Well, what do you think of Chip?"

That question really took Gadget by surprise. She looked at Dale like she heard something crazy. Had Dale really gone this far? "Well," Gadget answered, unsure of how to work the situation. "He's Okay. He's a good leader, but he needs to learn to relax. Why?"

"Uhhhh..." Dale hesitated, starting to blush.

"Dale," Gadget asked. "What is it?"

"I kissed Chip," she blurted out.

Gadget sat there, looking at Dale, and then down towards her lap. She actually kissed him!? She didn't even know Dale went that way. Looking back at Dale, Gadget noticed Dale seemed to be hot. She was starting to breath a bit harder- nothing serious, but very noticeable. That was when Gadget realized what had happened- or rather was was happening.

"Dale," Gadget asked. "Did you ever take... Phys Ed. When you were in school?"

"Yeah," Dale answered. "But what does that have to do with anything."

"Didn't they teach Sex ed?"

"No," Dale answered as she backed away.

"Why not?"

Dale answered by pointing towards a small framed picture that always seemed to blend in, unnoticeable, with its surrounding. It was a holographic image of Mickey Mouse's face. It's eyes followed you no matter where you went. Under the face was a caption that read The MOUSE IS WATCHING YOU. Gadget sighed. She found it unbelievable that Dale wouldn't know anything about her own anatomy. Not wanting to go into details, she gave Dale the abbreviated version of her anatomy and what that meant. When she finished, Dale still didn't know what that meant. Gadget sighed, and put a paw on Dale's shoulder. She then uttered the three words that would change her outlook forever.

"You're in heat."

Dale just plopped back on her bed. Of course she was! Because life just couldn't let her have a single moment of rest. Still, she'd only heard of it, and Females going through it. The only she remembered her coach saying back then was that when they go into heat, they'd smell so good, you want to hug them... Thanks a lot Walt D. Public School!

But, But how, Dale asked after a minute. This isn't supposed to be happening NOW. Is it?

Well, Gadget answered, blushing...while it's known that Chipmunks have only two... Receptive periods a year, they can be offset when another female in the area has one on a different time scale, like a Mouse, for example. Dale shot up from her bed and looked at her. This time it was Gadget's turn to blush and fidget sheepishly. I guess it didn't affect you that much cause you were a boy back then. But now...

Dale didn't say anything, but sat there digesting what she had just heard. She still kept coming towards one question. Why didn't Chip notice Dale's heat, and why Chip and Dale never noticed Gadget's. When she asked that question, Gadget blushed even more.

"Well," she answered. "Dad told me whenever a female goes into heat, she tends to wear a lot of clothes to avoid- well, he called it unwanted attention. And to remind her to act like a lady."

"But what about you," Dale asked. "You always where that... Oh."

"Every four days," Gadget replied. "Sometimes five. So I guess it's no surprise your clock is a bit off. For all we know, it may be fast."

"But," Dale asked. "How do you stand it?"

"I guess I don't," Gadget answered, glad to be able to undo her jumpsuit. "I learned how to take care of myself like that. I'm just not ready to have a litter."

An unfamiliar smell assaulted Dale's nose. It wasn't bad, just strong, yet, subtle. She knew exactly where it came from, she blushed profusely. This was going faster than she was comfortable with. It didn't help when Gadget scooted closer to Dale and started leaning on her. With a suspicious glint in her eyes. She knew what that glint said.

"G-Gadget," Dale asked backing away from her. "Are you...?"

"Golly, Dale," Gadget confirmed, scooting in closer to her. "Did you really think I didn't notice you and Chip flirting with me? I just didn't want to hurt your feelings. But, I-"

"But, what about Chip," Dale cut her, while scooting away again. "You gave him that picture of you."

"I gave him two," Gadget explained. "I told him to give the other one to you. I just thought you lost it."

"He never gave it to me," Dale huffed, looking over at her door. "The little sneak!"

"Dale," Gadget said, moving in with a hug. "You all have become family to me. And I love you all so very much. But I never had another girl to help me like this, until now. And I know you're feeling it, too!"

"But it's still early afternoon," Dale retorted. "We can't. Can we?"

"Only if you want to," Dale, Gadget answered.

"The boys are going to find out," Dale said, feeling scared- not knowing why.

"Oh, Monty already knows," Gadget answered. "He said he'd keep it a secret for me. Since he hasn't mentioned it before, I figure he's going to say anything until I say it." She paused as she saw Dale Nervously fidgeting. It'll be okay, Dale. Trust me."

Dale looked up over at Gadget, her eyes wide with uncertainty. She knew Gadget would never hurt her. And she's been like a sister to her during this whole ordeal. And after all the times She'd trusted her, she never once betrayed her. Still apprehensive, she nodded slowly. Gadget smiled as she stood up and fully unzipped her jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor, revealing a T-shirt and shorts. She took those off, to reveal a bra and panties. Those too joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Gadget looked at Dale as sat back down on the bed and crawled up to her; her tail was raised in the air, wiggling seductively.

She ran her paw up Dale's shirt and along her back. Dale reciprocated, apprehensive, and scared, and proceeded to rub her paws across her back. She felt Gadget un-clipped her bra as she started popping the buttons off her shirt, using her front teeth. All the while, Gadget never broke contact, looking into Dale's eyes with her own- wide, blue and beaming with happiness. That made Dale smile. At least Gadget was having fun, the reasoned. Not that she could deny enjoying it, herself. It wasn't long before Gadget had Dale's shirt off- releasing Dale's own heat scent- and was working on her skirt. It was like Gadget's, but different. Gadget stopped for a bit and ran her nose along Dale's taught tummy, taking in several long, deep, whiffs. Dale shuddered at the feel of her breath on her sensitive fur and skin. Dale gasped when Gadget managed to pull down her skirt and panties. The cool air blowing against, and into, her hot, engorged feminine folds sent a wave of pure pleasure through her body, getting a strained whimper out of her. Gadget smiled as she pulled the last of Dale's clothes down to the ground.

"What," Dale asked. "What was that!?"

Gadget crawled back onto the bed and over to Dale. She pressed her warm musky fur against Dale's and whispered something into her ear. It was obvious Dale understood because she put a paw over her mouth as her eyes widened. She looked at Gadget who only nodded, with a sultry, seductive look on her face.

"That was amazing," Dale gasped.

"It gets better," Gadget said as she put her weight onto Dale, pushing her back onto the bed. Despite her unusual mind set, Gadget was true to her word, in that it would serve to teach Dale new things all about herself. The further Dale let go, the further, Gadget went- making sure to have a taste of Dale's best parts. Her soft, loving touches and caresses along her back, sides and hip both put her at ease, and at the same time, she felt tense, like something was coming, but she didn't know what it was. She was taken by surprise when she felt a warm wet mass rasp across through her inner lips, but despite that, she went along with it.

"G-Gadget, I think I'm a bout to," She didn't finish her sentence as she felt another orgasm course through her body. "Aah!"

"How was that," Gadget asked

"Bweee," Dale squealed. "That was.. it was... Just sooo good!" She hugged herself, reveling in the feeling of Gadget's touch.

"It gets even better," Gadget replied with a wink. "But for now, I think it's your turn."

Dale didn't say anything to that. She got up from the bed and walked over over to the window, taking a moment to think. Gadget Hackwrench, one of the cutest girls she had ever known wanted her. She wanted Dale in ways she'd wanted her, back when she was a boy. Not to mention, Dale always figured that it would be Chip in this situation with Gadget. When she got to the window, she looked outside for a moment. The window was big enough to show her well endowed breasts, but stopped just above her sex, showing anyone who happened to look her way could see that she was indeed naked. She looked back at Gadget and smiled mischievously, as she yanked the curtains closed. Moments later, sounds of heated passion could be heard from the window and the door.

Meanwhile back in the Main room, Chip was was watching TV in an attempt to get his mind off of things. Too much had been happening, and all of it centered around Dale. In fact, it had all happened to Dale, and as his mind ran through the past events, it kept returning to a single, inescapable fact. With everything, Chip was unable to help her. Even now, he couldn't help her. The closest he's ever been to a girl, period- even sharing a room, and technically a bed- and he's as helpless to her as ever. Flipping through the Channels, Chip came across something that reminded him of days past: a Wonder Mutt Marathon, an ad for Kooky Cola, a story involving a group Brazilian Kiwi Birds, but finally stopped when he found something totally random. Chip sighed as he sat back onto the loveseat, but jumped when he heard the program began.

"And now, we return to our "Spring Early, a Chipmunk Documentary. We last left Dawn when she just entered her-"

>click<

Chip groaned in frustration as he turned off the TV. He just couldn't get Dale out of his mind. Suddenly, Chip heard strange sounds coming from his room. As those sounds were loud gasps and moans, it wasn't too much a stretch for his mind to wonder. His mind kept going to an intimate moment between them. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a strong massive paw push him back down.

"Don't even think about it, Pally," chided Monterrey. "You're stayin' right there!"

"Wha," Chip gasped. "Y-you know what they're doing?"

"I have a good idea," Monterrey answered, hopping over the loveseat and plopping down next Chip. "But I ain't sayin'."

"B-But Dale, and Gadget," Chip stammered. "They-they're both girls! How can they- What are they- I mean, they can't!"

"Chipper,' Monterrey sighed, leaning back. "I've traveled the world, searching for the perfect slice of cheese. I've seen a lot of things- some the most beautiful creatures and monuments you ever did see, all the way down the ugliest and most disgusting! I've been to places where they can, and very casually, and others where they can't for fear of being banished and left for dead, or fed alive to a Cat. And, of course there were places in between. I didn't know where I stood on this- that is until I met Geegaw and Gadget. Geegaw and I were like Brothers, we were, and Gadget, like a niece, and sometimes a daughter."

"Uh, Not to be rude, Monterrey," Chip interrupted. "But where are you going with this?"

"This, Dale," Monterrey answered, leaning forward. "I don't judge Gadget for her ... tastes. And I would judge Dale for hers. My point to all of this is- do you?"

Chip slumped back, processing what Monterrey had just told him. All he knew was that in school he was taught that boys could only love girls and vice versa. It never occurred to him that people could have different tastes, so he never even thought about it. But now? What did he think about Dale and Gadget? He didn't have a problem with Dale dating Foxglove, and they were both girls- arguably. So, why would he have such a hang up over Dale and Gadget? He knew why- in fact, that question had its own answer. Gadget and Dale. Dale was his best friend for about as long as he could remember. And Gadget, he always wanted and dreamed about. And between the two, he felt right at home, but if they took each other away from him, that'd make him a third wheel.

Chip stared up at the ceiling as he reminded himself of something. This was more about Dale and Gadget than it was of him. After Dale had so much taken from her, she deserved some happiness. And he could only imagine how Gadget must have felt after all this time; after all, she never said a word to them. And if he put them down, then he'd only prove her right, and he'd REALLY lose both of them. That was something he was not willing to let happen, and he knew that that had to mean.

"No," Chip answered, finally. "I won't. I won't judge them over who they want to be with."

Monterrey turned towards him, and smiled. Chip knew that was what he wanted to hear, but also knew that he was still waiting for something else. And Chip knew what it was.

"It-It's really," Chip said, pausing as he realized what he was saying and what it meant. "It's really none of my business. Besides, I just want them to be happy."

"And that's what I wanted to hear," Monterrey cheered with a big grin on his face. "Now, Let's get to fixin' lunch. After this an' we ain't eaten yet! And you're helpin' too! It'd be a nice something for the girls to wake up too." He didn't have to tell Chip twice. When he heard that, he hopped to his feet and followed Monterrey into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Dale and Gadget laid close to each other, Dale,s covering them from the hips down. Dale had curled up to Gadget, who was resting on her back, both were panting heavily and their fur was matted and damp with perspiration. A single glance at each other, resting-basking in their own afterglow, said it all. I really needed that.

"Gosh, Gadget," Dale said, raising her head and resting on Gadget's breast, still panting. "That was- omigosh, that was so amazing!"

"Well, Dale," Gadget smiled as she caressed Dale's cheek. "You weren't bad, either."

Dale smiled, as she snuggled into the soft, plump, flesh mound, then frowned. Gadget didn't enjoying seeing Dale anything but happy. But she had two guesses. "Let me guess," she started. "Foxglove?"

Dale only nodded. "Yeah, she answered, tears starting well in her eyes. Well, sorta. I mean, yes- it hurts, Gadget. It hurts like nothing else, well almost nothing. After she heard everything I've been through, she just turns her back on me!? I loved her, and I thought she loved meeeee." Her last word trailed off into a quiet sob.

Gadget simply smiled at Dale and rubbed her head. "There, There, she cooed. It's okay." She made a mental note to give Foxglove a piece of her mind whenever she sees her again. But she knew there was something else. She was right about the first one... "And then, there's Chip."

Dale looked at Dale like a deer caught in headlights. Her mouth fell fell open as she stammered incoherently. How did she know, she asked herself. Dale finally quieted down and hung her head, and gave a weak nod.

"You want him, bad, don't you?"

"YES," Dale moaned. "But more than that, I think I -I-I... love him."

"Well, I can't say I'm too surprised, Dale," Gadget said. "After all, you two did argue like a married couple."

"Gadget," Dale sighed. "I'm serious. What if Chip doesn't love me back? What if he runs away? What if-"

"What if Nothing," Gadget interjected. "He's not going to do any of that stuff."

With that, Gadget sat up, got out of bed, and and picked her clothes up. As she held them against her chest, she turned back towards Dale. Dale,she said. Chip is always going to love you. And he'd never do anything that he even thinks would hurt you." With that she got dressed, and proceeded to the door, and reached towards it. She stopped and looked back at her. Dale sat up, instinctively holding her cover to her chest.

"Dale," she asked. "Are you sure? About wanting to stop looking for Nimnul?"

"Yeah," Dale said softly as she looked down. "I'm sure."

Gadget smiled as opened the door and left. Left to herself, Dale got out of bed, and walked over to the mirror over her dresser, and looked at herself. Her big, green eyes which had been so vibrant, looked listless and dulled with stress, and exhaust. Her hair, which she kept in a combination of her trademark coif, and the long, wavy look Gadget had - now drooped flat lifeless and frazzled on her head. Even her fur had lost its sheen and fluffy quality. Simply put, she was a mess! As she looked at herself, she wondered how Gadget could have found her beautiful, looking like she did, and she wondered if Chip would. Or if he'd ever see her more than just a friend. She noticed a recent picture of herself as a male, and Chip posing for a picture. They both looked so happy, without a single care in the world. I hope I can make Chip feel like that again, she thought to herself as she took the picture into her paws. I know he'd make me. All of a sudden, she felt a small pang in her heart as she took it in her paws. As she continued to look at the picture, she noticed tears welling in her eyes. She wiped them away, but more just seeped through in their place. She noticed her breathing was starting to act weird, she was starting to give off small, gasping sounds.

Before she knew it, she was curled against the wall on the other side of her dresser sobbing as she held her picture close. She did know if it was still her heat talking, or if what she was feeling for Chip was real. She wanted him so much it hurt, but couldn't just take advantage of him. Would he even say yes, or would he push her away? Why, she asked herself. Why is this so hard!? I just want... Her thoughts trailed off as she cried, huddled in a ball on the floor, naked, and alone. She cried well into the evening. She didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps approaching her. She did notice when she felt something warm, and soft drape over her, and a soothing paw rubbing her back and shoulders. Dale stopped sobbing for a bit and clutched the edges of the blanket and pulled it tight around her. She looked up and saw a pair of eyes looking deep into hers. She looked into them and saw a flurry of emotions, but mostly concern, and, she wasn't sure but it may have been... Love. When she realized who they belonged to, she let out a long, quiet gasp.

"Chip!?"