Paw Patrol Truth or Dare Round 2
Once again the curtains open on the stage to reveal the pups in their various positions on the set, talking excitedly amongs eachother.
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! This is round 2 where although we haven't gotten too many viewers, we do in fact have a few dares!"
The pups in the background grow excited, giving yips of approval and milling about in anticipation.
"So, without further ado, let's get right to it shall we? The first dare comes from our first viewer, Bullseyethewolf. His dare is for one of you pups to slap another pup on the butt! What a grand idea."
Chase: But uh... who's it going to be?
Marshall: Well, I wouldn't mind doing it, but no one's slapping my butt!
Rocky: Hey I know! Why don't you slap Rubble's butt? He's got some serious junk in the trunk, I'm pretty sure he's the best fit.
Rubble: H-hey! That's not very nice. Are you calling me fat?
Rocky: No, no. It's a cute fat. You know, like what babies have. Babyfat. You've got a babyfat butt.
"Well, I think that's more than enough deliberation to decide! Marshall, as you were the first to volunteer, go ahead and give Rubble a nice whack on the tail." the announcer says with a smile, motioning towards the two who are now standing center stage.
Marshall: Alright Rubble, you ready for this?
The bulldog grimaced, muttering under his breath something about being called fat and punishment and some other unintelligible grumbles.
Rubble: I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be.
With that, Marshall approached the bulldog from behind, reared up his paw and gave Rubble a good whallop, the sound of the impact ringing through the studio. Within a few seconds, a deep red paw print was clearly visible on the bulldog's butt, near his left flank. He was blushing, too embarrassed to look back at the dalmation administering his punishment. Again Marshall let rip, slapping his paw near the same area, then again on the other side of his butt.
After a few whacks, Marshall stopped out of surprise when Rubble let out a meek moan at around the fifth contact.
Marshall: Uh... this is getting a little weird. Maybe I should stop?
Rocky: No, keep going! It was just getting interesting!
Rubble: D-did they say how many times you had to do it? I thought it was only going to be one...
Marshall: Nah, but I think we got the dare out of the way. So, what's up next announcer guy?
"Oh my... well, this one is a little more innocent I think." The announcer said, looking down at his cue cards and clearing his throat, "Chase, this one's for you!"
Chase: Oh god... I don't want to get spanked. I don't say it often, but don't make me tase you.
"No, no. I don't think it's as bad as all that. Now this one comes from a guest viewer. He says that your dare is going to be quite a simple one. All you have to do is listen to Marshall's puns for a full 30 seconds."
Chase: Wh-what!? No that's even worse! Can I get spanked instead?
Marshall: Oooh, this one sounds like fun! Alright, I've been holding this one off for a while. What kind of topping does a fireman like with his soup? FIRE crackers! hahahaha.
Chase: Noooooooo! Please, someone kill me now!
Marshall follows chase, his tail wagging as he shouts after him with more pun-based jokes.
Marshall: Oh come on! What do you call a cow with no legs? GROUND BEEF! Baaahahahaha!
Chase: I swear, I'll turn this taser onto myself, I can't take it!
The dalmation pounces Chase, his face inches away from the panicked german shepherd as he delivers yet another joke.
Marshall: How do construction workers celebrate? They raise the ROOF!
Chase pushes the dalmation off, then dives for cover beneath the desk at the side of the set.
Chase: Alright, alright, that was 30 seconds, now STOP, please someone STOP THIS MAD DOG!
"Alright, alright. That's enough, Marshall, dare's over. Good job though." the announcer says with a wide grin. "Now, this last dare wasn't exactly a full dare, but more of a start to one. So I guess we're going to have to improvise the end."
The announcer looks down at his cue cards, and reads aloud.
"The dare is for Rocky, Skye, and Marshall. Skye, you have to pick one of them to kiss, and whoever you DON'T pick is going to have to do something rather embarassing. I'll think of something while you make your decision."
Skye: B-but... wait what!? I don't want to kiss either one of them!
Rocky: Oh, come on. You know you have the hots for me. I can see it in those puppy dog eyes of yours.
Skye flashes Rocky a disturbed glance, then looks back to the announcer
Skye: I've made my decision.
With that, Skye approaches Marshall and presses her muzzle up against the front of his. Marshall's eyes go wide as he's caught off guard by her sudden decision, his body stiffening slightly before he finally comes to terms with what's happening. He wraps his paws around Skye's shoulders and brings her closer, deepening the kiss and laying her onto the ground. Seconds go by, and things progress slightly as Marshall is now deeply making out with Skye, straddling her and even slightly grinding his hips.
After about half a minute, Skye breaks the kiss as her face glows a bright shade of red.
Skye: M-Marshall! That wasn't kissing, that was... I could feel your uh...
Skye's voice trails off as she points to the underside of the dalmation, turning away from the indecent sight. Below him, Marshall's sheath had pulled back, exposing his slightly erect canine shaft. Apparently the excitement was getting to him.
"Oh my..." the announcer says, clearing his throat before continuing, "Well, that means that you lose that round, Rocky! So, for your embarassing punishment, we're going to have you wear Skye's outfit for the entirety of next round!"
Rocky and Skye: Wait, what?!
Skye: But doesn't that mean that I'll have to... you know, take my outfit off?
Marshall smiles and waits nearby, his eyes already glued to the female.
"That's right. Come now, you walk around nude all the time when you're not on duty, it won't be that different." the announcer says with a smile.
Skye: But... I dunno, it feels weird taking it off in front of everyone else. I normally have a changing room.
"You're holding up the game, pup." the announcer says playfully, tapping his cards impatiently on his side as he watched her.
With a sigh and keeping in mind the satisfaction of Rocky's punishment, she quickly slips from her pink outfit, trying to ignore the fact that Marshall was watching her very closely - and fondling himself all the while.
After she removed everything but her collar, she pushed the pile of clothing over to Rocky with a smug grin.
It takes a few moments, but finally after removing his clothing he is able to squeeze into the pink pilot's outfit.
Rocky: Ugh, it's so tight! how do you move around in this thing!? I can feel it... you know, squeezing me!
Rocky looked back, the stretchy fabric very nicely outlining his maleness as well as his shapely orbs, giving them absolutely no freedom to move around. The outfit didn't look bad on him, though, fitting him quite nicely.
"Well, I think that's a good place to leave off for this round. Remember folks, we need more dares to keep this show on the road! For now that's all we have. Join us next time, I'm sure it won't be long before things get even more heated than they already are!"
With that, the announcer's spotlight grew dim, and the curtains once again closed to the sound of the pups chattering and woofing to one another, some stray giggles at Rocky's position before the entire set goes dark and the screen fades out for the credits to roll.
Remember to put your dares or questions in the comments! I'll be putting these out every so often, so long as I have content from the viewers to force the pups to do!