Exposure

Chapter 10

Still Day 4

Chase's POV

Glancing at Marshy, who's conked out on the blue bean bag next to the one where I previously lied down in, I decide to hunt down the two on my own. Rocky and Zuma probably haven't gone too far. Rubble and Skye lift their heads up off their bean bags, squinting their eyebrows at me. "I'll be back, " I say, "I'm going to look for Rocky and Zuma 'cause they disappeared before their match."

The two pups plop their heads back down on their bean bags and sleep overtakes them yet again. Turning my head toward the elevator, I trot inside and head down to the first floor. Glancing around, I don't notice the pups on this level either, but I do faintly pick up voices whispering not too far from here with my ears. Seeing as they're not in here, they must be outside, I think to myself as I walk over to the entrance of the Lookout, only to find two pups standing outside on the grass a short distance away. Let's see... grey fur and brown fur... yup! That's them! I hide near the wall by the glass doors, and immediately, I can hear their voices much clearer than before, and luckily, they haven't noticed me at all yet.

"Zuma, I know you're probably confused right now, if only a bit." Rocky is standing in front of the lab, pursing his lips.

"A bit, yeah, since I'm always on my own, and all of a sudden, you decide to be my partner, and started chatting with me more often in between matches. What's the deal, dude?" Zuma lifts an eyebrow and stares Rocky down, making the mix breed shuffle his paws and glance down at the grass.

"W-well... I dunno, I just want to get to know you more..." Rocky sighs.

The lab scoffs, and jerks his head away, not even bothering to look at the other pup. "And why's that, Wocky?"

"I... want to get over Chase," the mix says, rather blunt and to the point.

The lab shakes his head. "I'm not going to be youw cwutch, Wocky. I wouldn't mind dating you... but not undew those ciwcumstances. Wait a bit and find other ways to get over Chase, then come find me." Zuma begins to turn around and enter back into the lookout.

I hide further behind the wall as I notice this. Hopefully he didn't see me.

"Wait! Please!" Rocky reaches a paw out and places it on the torso of the lab. "Please... help me out. Please..."

The lab moves a step forward to allow the mix breed's paw to slip down and back to the ground. "No, why don't you twy actually liking me fiwst?" With that being said, Zuma is finally able to walk away without more resistance from Rocky.

The mix breed stands there, downtrodden, with his head sinking low alongside his tail and ears. Rocky whimpers. I watch the lab enter the Lookout and immediately find me; he glares at me before grumbling, and then continues to walk back over to the elevator. Poking my head back around the wall, I decide to try and comfort the mix breed.

He notices me as I walk out of the Lookout, but the whimpering he had been doing turns into snarls, his posture now ready to pounce. "This is all your fault, Chase! All you had to do was have a threesome with me! But no~," he walks closer to me, teeth still bared, "you just had to go and kiss me randomly, causing Marshall to be completely against it, and now my chances and yours, might I add, are ruined!"

Maybe I should feel bad about what I did. I mean... I let my emotions cloud my judgment and hurt Marshy and Rocky. I really screwed up... "I know, I'm really sorry Rocky. I screwed up. Big time. I saw how you were trying to get with Zuma. I also saw what happened too... unintentionally of course. I mean, you two liteerally just disappeared after me and Marshy's round. It's your turn now, by the way. Zuma is probably already up there.

The mix breed growls. "That's all you care about?! The win?! Honestly..." He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

I stomp my paw down. "You do realize I apologized before that right?"

He scoffs. "Doesn't matter. I understand where your true motives lie."

I give him a look of disgust. "Are you kidding me? Come on... I meant that apology sincerely! I understand you're angry but... this is getting ridiculous."

Rocky lets out a loud growl. His paws are shaking. "Now you're calling my problems ridiculous?! I'm done... I'm going to my pup house to lie down for a bit. Don't come after me." The mix breed stomps off to his pup house, and I turn around and huff.

Heading back up to the second floor of the Lookout, I see all the pups conked out, except Zuma who's playing a casual round of Pup Pup Boogie. As I walk up to the lab, I eye Marshy, who looks so adorable when he's sleeping: he's currently cuddled up on the blue bean bag drawing in soft, slow breaths, and his chest is rising and falling. He is the epitome of a cute sleeper. Stepping on the other mat next to Zuma, I stare at him playing the game, the lights on the screen illuminating his features in several different colors. He finally notices me as he glances away from the screen for a moment, and then he stops following the steps and turns toward me. "What do you want, Chase?"

"Ummm..." I look down for a moment before making eye contact again. "I wanted to apologize. Rocky wouldn't have acted like that if I had just given him what he wanted."

"He wanted to date you again?" the lab asks, cocking his head and lifting a brow.

"Well, no, he wanted to have sex with me one last time so he could finally get rid of his feelings for me, but... Marshy had to be involved too, 'cause we're dating, you know."

Zuma nods. "Mhm. I get it. Dunno how having sex with youw Ex one last time helps with that, but whatevew." He shrugs.

"Yeah, it confused me too, but I'm starting to feel bad for him, he really is just lost. He doesn't know how to get over me."

"I can see that, dude, since he twied to get me to date him so he could get ovew you."

I nod. "Right, right, but the thing is, I think we should just do it to ease his anxiety a bit. I mean, sure, like Marshy had said before, I was curious about it, but I wasn't going to do it without his permission, which... I thought I sort of had. I guess not..." I whimper a bit, glancing back at the sleeping dally.

"I undewstand you feel bad about what I'm assuming you did, but you have to make sure to get Mawshall's opinion fiwst. Go wake him up and talk with him about this."

"Alright..." I turn around and face the dally once more, sauntering my way over to him. Once I had reached him, I nuzzle his cheek to wake him up; he stirs slightly, groaning.

His eyes flutter open. "Mmmmm, Chasey? What's up?" he asks while sitting up from his sleeping position.

I lick his maw. "I gotta chat with you about something important, but it's gotta be in private. Meet me in your pup house."

The dally jolts awake and stands up on all fours, crushing the blue bean bag down with his weight (not that he's fat). "Ohohoo~ my pup house? Why meet in there~?" he asks, tail wagging with a devious smile on his face.

Oh no, he's getting the wrong idea. I picked the wrong spot to talk in private. "Now, now, Marshy, let's not get carried away here, we're not going to do that in there."

"Huh? Oh..." the dally cocks his head, "but, then, where will we be doing it?"

I purse my lips. "N-nowhere... it's just a private chat, Marshy."

He frowns, his tail immediately halting its wagging. "O-oh... I see. Lead the way, then."

We walk over to his pup house with the late afternoon sky over the horizon and head inside, closing the door behind us and flicking on the light. I sit at the far end, whereas Marshy sits in front of the door. Taking in a deep breath, I say, "Alright, Marshy. To be blunt, I want to talk about Rocky."

I can hear the sigh hissing out of his snout.

"I just feel so bad for him... I want to help him out."

The dally, with his head lowered, stares straight into my eyes with his own blue ones, and then he averts his gaze but returns it soon after. "I know you do. But that's not our problem, Chasey. It's not up to us to fix his problems. I still don't want to do the threesome and still stand by the position that it isn't going to help him in the long run. It won't. It'll cause him more pain."

Looking down at the floor, I frown. "Alright. I get it. I understand, Marshy. I guess... we just leave him be."

Marshall smiles. "And work on us. You know we only have a few days left to test the waters... and this day is almost over."

"Oh, right... Forgot. I got so wrapped up in Humdinger and Rocky that we haven't had much time to spend with each other. I wonder what he's up to, the mayor? He better not be devising another plan..."

"After that plan, I don't think he has much left to do after that. I mean, we saved Adventure Bay, and the people regained their faith in us again. He has nothing left to exploit."

"Yeah, but what if he still wants to attack us?"

He shrugs. "Eh, I'm sure we'll be able to handle it again."

"You're right. Well, that was a good talk, Marshy. We should probably go join the others now." I begin to walk toward the door, but the dally still blocks my path.

I cock my head. "Marshy? Aren't you going to move?"

He shakes his head and approaches me. "I'm not moving anywhere~ you got me all excited for nothing, and then you just want to leave the perfect opportunity to do it?"

I blush hard with a sheepish smile, clearly knowing what he means, but I ain't going to admit that. "T-to do w-what?"

"You knooow~," the dally leans in and kisses me. After releasing in a few seconds, he continues, "I want this~ but going even further~."

I smirk. "Heheh, screw Rocky right now, all I want is you..." Planting my lips on his, I place my paws underneath both sides of his muzzle and gently push him against the door. I slide my paws downward now, caressing his shoulders and then slithering them further down his backside, while I still focus on making out with my dally. Pretty soon, we're both moaning with our lips still connected, breathing through our nostrils, since neither one of us wants to take a break for air. I mean, who needs it anyway? The dally's tail hole soon finds a finger prodding it as my tongue begs for entry deeper into his mouth. He moans, his eyes opening for a second, and I open my own and stare Marshy down, letting him know through nonverbal communication that I know that he knows what I'm doing. I can't be fooled. Pondering my action for a moment, I break the kiss before I would've slipped my tongue further into his mouth, which resulted in him gasping and frowning, but I realized just now: I need to lubricate my finger otherwise it'll hurt him.

Taking my finger and putting it in my mouth, I suck on it, eyeing the dally while doing so, but I almost crack up from how silly it looks and giggle. And then I draw near Marshy once more, placing my paw on his butt, hovering my lubed finger over his pucker. I give him a seductive grin as I place my lips on his one more time, and not too long after, I slip my finger inside his tail hole. He gasps in my mouth, and I take this opportunity to slip my tongue in uninvited, but he probably expected it again at some point, anyway. Our tongues intermingle like they're on a date, except it's more like a hook up where they're already all over each other. They swirl and lap around one another; the smooth yet also rough surface sends tingles down my spine. Our muzzles interlock as we move our heads in tandem, trying to fight for a better position. A battle of tongues. During this time, I can hear the dally moaning as my finger protrudes deeper into his tail hole and stretches him out, pretty soon, though, I incorporate another finger in there. This causes him to almost yelp out in surprise, but I grab his chin with my free paw and keep his focus on me. I forget, he's never done anything before, unlike me, so he's going to be really tight. Spreading my fingers out like they're scissors, I get Marshy to reach past his limits, and it's at a point where he can hardly tend to my tongue at this point; I watch as his hind legs buckle and shudder, and instead of moving forward with my tongue, I pull back, a string of saliva disconnecting and dripping between our mouths. "Move away from the wall and onto the floor, Marshy~," I say, husky tone evident.

He winces as he moves with my fingers still deep in his pucker. "O-okay, Chasey, please... be gentle."

I nod and place the dally on the floor with his stomach facing upward. His hind legs rest upon both of my shoulders, his rear now fully exposed to me. In my kneeling position, I continue to stretch him out, with him moaning, and my own member beginning to poke out of its sheath in preparation for what's to come. Placing another finger in there, the dally yips and winces, and I apologize, rubbing his thigh. I move much slower to put this third finger in and take my time when stretching his hole out even further. Marshy is groaning from the unpleasant sensation. I feel bad, but I really can't wait much longer; the anticipation has my pink cock already hardened and prepared to penetrate. Besides, I think he's stretched out enough, anyway. It's going to hurt regardless. I slide my fingers out.

I position my pink member behind his tail hole with my paws beside his torso. "You ready, Marshy~?"

He nods, wincing a bit in anticipation of the pain about to come. Drawing in a sharp breath, the dally stares at me, as if he was pleading me to begin and not to at the same time. I pressed my member against the tender flesh of his hole, I feel his body shudder with the contact, and then I slowly push in, and luckily, the saliva from coating my fingers lubed his insides a bit, so it starts to go in without much hindrance. Doesn't mean it isn't hurting my poor dally, though. He's groaning, and I've barely gone in an inch. He's tight~. Even after all that stretching...

"Ch-Chasey~ it huuurts~," he grumbles, shifting a bit as I shove my member in a bit more.

I halt my progress and lean over his body, taking a moment to glance at his own hardened erection, only slightly smaller than mine at 5 inches, and near his muzzle. "It's okay, I'll go as slow as you want me to, Marshy~," I coo, giving him a soft peck on the lips. Leaning back, I continue to move forward, his pucker beginning to distend as the thicker portion of my cock enters it. More groans, louder now, and surprisingly, he hasn't moaned yet, maybe that's because of the overwhelming pain at the moment? Still, though, in order for him to feel more pleasure, I have to go deeper to hit that G-spot. Rubbing his thighs again for comfort, I slide in more, a little bit faster this time, just to stop the pain and reach that amazing bliss he'll soon feel. He yelps more, but as my entire cock slides in, my knot now brushing against his bum, I press into him a tad, and he moans in ecstasy as I just slightly tap his G-spot. "That feel better, Marshy~?" I say, smirking.

"Y-yeaaaahhh... keep going~," he replies, eyes closing.

"Alright... here I go!"

With a loud grunt and a quick hip thrust, the dally yelps in pain. After I pause for a moment to let him breathe, he nods for me to go on, and I do, slowly gyrating my hips back and forth, rocking his body ever so slightly. I have to be gentle at first. Ease him into it. His soft gasps urge me to go faster, but I have to have self control, it is the dally that must make me go faster, not the other way around; that's how they get hurt. I stare at Marshy, his eyes closed, body rocking, those soft gasps now turning into quiet moans, and just when I want to speed things up, he breathes out, "F-faster~ Chasey~."

"With pleasure~!" I say, hastening my pace enough to hear my groin beginning to slap against the dally's bum.

His moans are more labored, becoming louder and louder, and my mind fills with fantasies of him shouting my name as we reach the climax, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The inside of his pucker is so warm, tight, compressing against my cock as my thrusts get quicker. I do feel something building up, though, and that naturally increases my speed, and Marshy seems to be enjoying it, with his moans barely sounding like moans anymore, more like pants as if he were out of breath. This must be really intense for him; I mean, it is his first time after all. I stare at his hardened member, pre-cum dribbling down the side of it. I just wanna lick it up~, but first~, to take care of this dally~. I must imagine he's starting to get the funny feeling in his member as well, because he's gripping the ground tight, his paws straining, and his legs that are on my shoulders are pressing down hard on me. I don't mind. They'll relax soon.

At long last, our pace is so fast that I can't hold it in anymore, and I shove my swelled knot all the way in, resulting in the dally yelping really loud. For a moment, I think our cover is blown, but it's like this thought is pushed out of my mind in a second, 'cause a certain feeling overcame that thought by a long shot. I shout out, "I'm gonna cum!"

"M-me too!" the dally replies.

I blow my load inside the dally, my cock pulsing and throbbing, shooting its thick spurts of seed into his inner walls. Marshy isn't too far behind, and his seed spews out onto his stomach, his cock jerking forward with each load. Once we both settle down, I nearly collapse on the dally, panting with my tongue out. I begin to slurp up the sticky remains of his seed, and he giggles, despite being exhausted as well. A funky smell is in the air. But... I like it. It's a reminder of what happened here tonight. Too bad it won't last.

"That was... amazing..." Marshy breathes out, and then he chuckles.

I laugh, too, cocking an eyebrow. "What's so funny, marshy?" I lie on top of him, eyeing his beautiful blue eyes. I still haven't pulled out of him yet; I gotta wait till my knot swells down.

"Nothing... I just... that was a great experience, Chasey. Thank you."

I wrap my arms around the dally, and he slides his legs down and locks them around my lower back. "I'm really glad you're my boyfriend, Chasey." Marshy smiles at me.

And I smile back.

We wait a while for my knot to go down before I pull out, and we head out of Marshy's pup house, the sky already beginning to turn a dark blue. Must be dinner time. Looking around, our eyes peeled for any pup watching, I see Rocky near his pup house glaring us down. Great, just what I wanted. I nod over in the general direction the mix breed is in while facing Marshy, and he immediately notices Rocky, too. We jet over to the Lookout entrance, fast. As we head through the glass doors, Ryder is about to call us on our pup tags, and he halts in his tracks, looking up to see us. "Oh, hey pups, dinner is ready."

"Thanks, Ryder," we both say, walking past him and toward our respective food bowls. When we chow down with the rest of the pups, I peek behind me and see Rocky lurching in, his eyes still locked onto Marshy and I like an actual physical lock is on them keeping them in place; however... only he has the key. The food doesn't last long for Marshy and I. Zuma, too, but oddly enough, Rocky isn't eating too much, and the pup, after eating half of his food, scooches his bowl over to the lab as Zuma was about to leave. The lab stares at the mix breed for a moment, his eyebrow cocked, but he then eyes the food below him. Zuma wolfs it down.

After dinner, Ryder tells all of us we're going to help set up a Paw Patrol appreciation day tomorrow, so we should all get some shut-eye. Looks like Mayor Goodway is going to have to add our help to that appreciation ceremony. He sends us off to bed, and before I leave the Lookout, I whip my head around and see Rocky and Zuma chilling. Curious but also pretty exhausted, I shrug and head out of the Lookout. Finding Marshy by his pup house, I ask, "Hey, wanna sleep with me tonight?" I smile as he nods ecstatically. We head over to my pup house this time around. I really love him. Tomorrow's gonna be great!