AN: Our second romance is a Rocky x Zuma fic, most likely the mos popular gay paring we have in this fandom. This one I had limited time to do this week both due to work and family issues, but I decided to try a different format of writing with this one. Hopefully it worked out. As for our last one? Skye x Chase. Yup, the three main parings I do are the winners.

AN: I do not own Paw Patrol


Rocky didn't like to brag, but he was a genius. Even back when he lived in a puppy orphanage, he understood his numbers and letters faster then any of the other pup. He didn't stop there by advancing himself in books that were meant for adults in the fields of science, math, and physics. It was when he read about Thomas Edison that he realized what he wanted to do in life: invent. He first invented a toaster, then improved the orphanage toilet, a series of communication rods used in submarines to get messages across, and even a security system that sent a feathered and glued robber out the window. All while using junk from the waste depot nearby.

It was these skills that got him adopted by Ryder and given the family and friends he loved today known as Paw Patrol. For a long time, he had everything he ever wanted, but then one day he noticed something strange about him whenever he stared at his best friend, Zuma. He felt… weird.

Zuma was a curious friend to have in general for a dog like him. While Rocky liked playing and sports as much as the next dog, he preferred reading and inventing on his own. Zuma, however, was as extreme as they come. He did everything from skateboarding, to rock climbing, to surfing. Especially, surfing.

Rocky also had a fear of water, something that Zuma adored and considered his home. To Rocky, unless he was a merpup, water felt wrong and smells wrong to him. Not to mention it made him feel like he was unable to do anything but panic. Zuma, however, was an artist in water. It was if he were a water god reborn into a dog.

Finally, they had different tastes in entertainment. Sure, there were a few things they liked together like Pup Pup Boogie, Apollo, and rock music, but their differences were larger. Rocky preferred documentaries, while Zuma had his action movies. Rocky like witty kind of humor, Zuma was a fan of toilet humor. Rocky could talk about a political or social or economic debate, while Zuma preferred to sleep when dealing with those.

How could two friends ever be friends in the first place?

Perhaps it was the saying that opposites attract? Maybe it was the time that Zuma saved Rocky from nearly drowning in one mission? Or the time Rocky let Zuma sleep beside him when he had a nightmare about being abandoned by the team? Whatever the reason, Rocky considered Zuma his best friend.

So why was it that every time he was staring at him, he felt loss gazing into those big, cute eyes? Or watch his tail end bounce around while dancing to a song? Or hearing Zuma sing, despite him not being as good as Marshall or Rubble, was as angelic as a church choir?

Rocky had racked his brain and investigated his books for an answer to this but came up empty. Thus, he was forced to turn to the one person who was smarter then him: Ryder.

If Rocky was a genius, then Ryder was an elite of his own caliber. Everything Rocky was good at, Ryder was better. A kid who graduated high school at 10 years old would be anything, but a master at everything. It was Rocky's dream to one day beat Ryder in terms of inventions, but he held no hatred or jealousy over the human that gave him a better a life: only respect and adoration.

"Ryder, can you help me with something?" asked Rocky, walking towards him as the young teenager was putting away his laptop while sitting on his beanbag chair. "I… feel weird."

"Are you sick?" asked Ryder, putting his hand on his dog's forehead, trying to feel his temperature.

"No, Marshall gave me a clear bill of health," replied Rocky, rubbing his rump. He hated it when that thermometer went into his rectum each time he asked Marshall for a checkup. "It happens whenever I'm near Zuma."

"Zuma?" asked Ryder, tilting his head. Rocky proceeded to tell all the symptoms in an orderly manner. Each one in how it happened, when it happened, and what specifically happened to him. Ryder grew a smile as time went on, and upon finishing he chuckled. "Rocky, there isn't anything wrong with you. You just have a crush on Zuma."

Rocky's brain froze for a second before his inner dictionary looked up the word and its description. "C-crush? A-a-a-as in… emotional… romantic… attachment?"

"Yes, your falling in love with him," replied Ryder, scratching his ear. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, however. I'm actually happy you have feelings for someone."

"… what do I do?" asked Rocky, feeling completely at a loss. He knew what love was in theory, but he himself had done romantic love. Skye and Chase had done so after a long time of denying their feelings until finally they kissed last Christmas under the mistletoe. Rumors from Rubble stated that Marshall was feeling something for Everest, but it was unknown how she felt.

But him and… Zuma?


Rocky looked up all he could about same sex relationships the first chance he got and didn't like what he saw. It appeared that most religions and countries didn't accept homosexuality, even in the current modern area. While legal both in marriage and benefits, it was still looked down upon by various individuals. Some homosexuals were outright blazon in being who they are wearing provocative clothing, acting very flamboyant, and even crusading to the point of zealotry by forcing others to accept them. Even among dog kind, this was prevalent.

While Rocky wasn't the most religious of pups, he still believed in a higher power and didn't think it would hate him for being gay if he was born such a way. A true loving god would act that way, and Rocky believed this to be the case. Yet, he also didn't think he should force people to accept him by acting the way some of these homosexuals were doing. He didn't want to use a part of him for political reasons, nor did he want to force others to accept him. He wanted to be treated not a special case, but just normal Rocky.

Other then that, it was clear that homosexuality had been around for a long time. Since ancient times, there has always been gay people and gay dogs. Only recently, had it been accepted among civilizations to a certain extent, but it was clear that homosexuality was a rare thing considering most of the US population along was straight with only 2 percent being homosexual or transsexual.

None of this, however, helped him with his feelings for Zuma. He didn't even know if the water loving dog was gay. If he wasn't, then it was all a waste and, deep down, Rocky didn't want that. The more he thought about him and Zuma doing the things couples normally do… the more he liked the idea. He liked the idea of holding paws, watching the sun set, and nuzzling each other. He wanted to know what it was like to share a dinner and walk under the stars with someone you love. To just taste a single kiss…

Rocky growled as he tore another written plan from his sketch book and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "How am I going to do this?"

He ran over multiple plans in his head. From sending an anonymous letter and seeing his reaction to pretending to be dying and give a final confession to get Zuma's answer. Plan after plan was thrown away, as a pile grew up in his room (They had long outgrown the pup houses as rooms and were given their own places in the Lookout). Finally, he decided to just get up and take a break.

He opened his slide door with a bark and walked down the hall until he reached the elevator. He was about to close it for the kitchen when a voice cried out, "Wait up!"

Rocky did so and nearly jumped as Zuma rushed in, panting "S-sorry, about that Wocky. Thanks for holding it."

"N-no problem," replied Rocky, blushing as he pressed the down button. He gulped and cursed the odds of him and Zuma being together. Alone.

Before knowing of his feelings, Rocky would have just treated this like any other meeting. Yet, now he was trying to keep himself from either pissing in fear or tackling the lab to lick his cheeks. Just calm down. Just calm down. Don't' do anything unrational. Just-

"Say, Rocky-"

"Yes, I love you and I would like to go out with you!" shouted Rocky, before he could stop himself Zuma's eyes widen as the two stared at each other. Oh, Christ.

He had done it. He blew it. Their friendship was over. He was going to get yelled at. Called disgusting. Burn in hell. He could see himself dying from embarrassment as the Westburo Baptist Church protest at his burial site. Why did I scream that out loud! I gotta apologize! I gotta-

"Tomorrow at six work, dude?" asked Zuma, smiling.

"… what?" asked Rocky, blinking.

"You asked me out, right? I'm down for it. Six is a good time, right?" asked Zuma, leaning forward with a sultry smirk.

"Um, sure?" replied Rocky.

"Great, and maybe if you're good you'll get some desert," replied Zuma, with a wink and shake of his backside as he exited out the now open elevator.

"… great?" whispered Rocky, blushing as he stared at that god blessed tail. He didn't even notice the elevator closed and went back up.

A few minutes later, Marshall came in and smiled. "Hey, Rocky. What's whoahh!"

Rocky had taken Marshall's paws and laughed as he danced around with him. "He said yes! He said yes! I gotta date with Zuma! WOOOHOOO!"

"T-that's g-g-g-great!" replied a dizzy Marshall before he was dropped by Rocky, yet the world kept spinning.

"I-I gotta get to Katies! I need to look good! I also need to get reservations! I need to learn what to do for butt sex! Gotta go, Marshall! See ya!" shouted Rocky, rushing out.

Marshall, shook his head and muttered, "M-maybe I should hold on telling Everest my feeling for a bit…"