Didn't have space in the summary for the rating, but it's rated M for gore, graphic description, and sexual situations. Also, this story is a MarshallxChase ship, so if M/M isn't your thing, don't read. Just wanted to clear things up there, because I plan to be relatively descriptive with injury and affection and things like that. But so it isn't too hard to swallow, there will be humor sprinkled throughout. This story is to fill the time between updates on my main story, Regrets, which will be updated every other day. So this story will be updated every other day as well. If I think of anything else I need to say, I'll add it at the end of the chapter. But anyways, enjoy the story!
The morning was fresh, and the sun was still shaking the sleep from its rays. Adventure Bay was quiet, enjoying the treat of a pleasant night. But there was one individual who seemed to be enjoying it more than the others.
"He...just looks so peaceful...as if nothing could disturb him...*sigh* "
A certain spotted dalmatian was awake before everyone else...just watching. There was nothing he loved more than seeing his best friend so calm, and so oblivious to his surroundings.
"Heh, if he only knew what I'm doing right now," Marshall chuckled in his mind.
You see, Marshall has been friends with this particular pup since the very beginning.
"Mom used to joke that we've practically been together since birth...man, that would've been great..."
As of recent, the dalmatian and his friends have reached their peak of maturity. Since then, several of them have begun to decide where they would like their lives to go. The Chocolate Lab wants all the females that he can get, the mixed breed wishes to pursue a life of self-improvement, the Cockapoo has yet to narrow her possibilities, and the rest haven't thought a lick about their futures. Some of the pups just matured sooner and faster than the rest.
And among the fastest to mature was Marshall. Sure, he was still just as goofy and clumsy as he's always been, but his mind was under constant attack of those crazy puppy hormones. Naturally, this would drive him to pursue finding the female of his dreams, but for Marshall, they seemed to work a little differently.
"Calm down, Marshall, he's gonna see you! Put that away! Come on, make it go down! Okay, think of something else...okay...how about a big, juicy bone?...ooh...okay, that just made things a lot worse!"
In the heat of the moment, Marshall quietly got up and snuck over to the sleeping shepherd, and began gently tugging on the the blue police blanket that he was laying on. There were many close calls where Chase nearly woke up, one of which had Marshall in such a panic that he was forced to drop the blanket and straight up run out of Chase's puphouse. Of course, that couldn't deter the love-stricken dalmatian; with a big smile on his face, he snickered and jovially made his way back for another try. After about 5 minutes, and just as many close calls, he successfully snatched Chase's blanket.
"Well, it's been fun, Chase, but you have got me waaaaayyy too excited to stick around with you any longer. Hehe, wouldn't want you finding out about your little blanket thief. Or that I almost popped a hard one watching you sleep. Until tomorrow, you silly shepherd."
Marshall quietly said goodbye to his friend, then bolted over to his own puphouse. He sealed the door, and let out a long sigh as he allowed his mind to take over.
"Oh, Chase, you're too good...nghh! Yeah, I like that! *moan* Ohh yes, right there, nghh. Faster, faster, harder! Yyyeeesss!"
Marshall groaned and yipped as he not-so-quietly took care of some private urges. To his relief, Adventure Bay didn't seem to hear his moans and sighs.
This was just a normal morning for the dalmatian; as hard as he tried to fight it, his puppy hormones were just too strong. To be honest, though, he wasn't complaining. To Marshall, it was all just a game. And boy, was it a lot of fun.