Masochist and Sadist
It was late at night in the Lookout, and Rocky and Everest were chatting in the longue.
"Ok. So, out of all the members in the PAW Patrol, who's the biggest sadist, and the biggest masochist?" Asked Everest, laying down with a smirk.
"Those are easy, the biggest sadist is Skye, ironic since she's the smallest and is always so giggly and bubbly. The biggest masochist has to be Marshall. Zuma and Rubble are too young to even understand what those terms mean, and probably aren't one themselves, and Chase is probably a bit in between."
"I can see Skye being a big sadist, but Marshall a masochist?"
"Do you honestly think he crashes into things 'accidentally' all the time? No. Any sensible person would be more careful but Marshall, at this point he does it for the thrill, he may look like a klutz on the outside, but inside he's a stone cold masochist, or part masochist I guess." Rocky shrugged.
"Yeah, now that I think about it, you're probably not too far off the mark there." Everest giggled. "What do you think they're doing right now?"
"If they're not already asleep..." Rocky put his paw to his chin, thinking about what they may be doing at the time.
Their question would be answered in a short moment as the elevator came down onto the ground level and walking out of it was Marshall and Skye. Marshall was handcuffed, forced to take tiny steps to even get out of the elevator, a leash was attached to his collar, and red scars could be seen around his body. Meanwhile Skye was wearing some very suggestive clothing, black latex, she even wore eyeliner and eyeshadow, she held Marshall's leash in her mouth, as well as carrying a whip of all things on her back. Marshall was panting, walking sheepishly outside the lookout and presumably to his pup-house, while Skye turned to Rocky and Everest. "Oh, hey guys, you're up later than usual, but let's keep this clear now... You. Saw. Nothing." Skye growled out that last part before happily skipping away outside.
Rocky and Everest were left in a state of shock. Neither of them could blink after what they saw. Rocky let out an audible gulp, "I... I think I'm gonna go take a bath for once." He grumbled before walking out.
Everest nodded, "I think I'm going back home... for the next month..." Everest got up and ran off home.
King's Game
It was late at night, the pups were all out having a blast. Skye managed to get them all a spot at Mr. Porter's venue, a private spot just for the eight of them. Unfortunately as the night went on, a few of the pups began getting more and more carried away.
"KIIIIIIINNNNGS GAAAAAAME!" Skye cheered at the top of her lungs, getting everyone to flinch. Everyone looked at her in astonishment, really they couldn't believe she. She huffed, letting out a little hic. "Times like this, people play the King's Game! It's the law... hic!"
Chase sighed, she was completely wrong... there was no law about the Kings Game. Obviously.
"What's their problem...? They make me act all cute and bubbly, I'm out here saving lives, and they call me just a little pup... hic... Its obvious all these parties and stuff I go to get alot more lovely once I leave! B-But now I'm gonna play now, and nobody can stop me!" Skye cheered happily, jumping in the air.
"Yet another side of Skye exposed... I wonder if she knows what she's saying..." Chase sighed, glancing away in embarrassment.
"Rockyyyyyyyy! Get the chopsticks ready!" Skye demanded, glancing at him.
"Wha?! Why me...?" Rocky glanced at Skye nervously.
"The King's word is law! Chop-chop!" Rise continued to barrate the poor mix breed.
"I-it's already started?!" Chase asked in disbelief.
Without a moment's notice, Marshall came up to Skye with the chopsticks in paw.
"Ah, well done servant! Now let's play!" Skye cheered.
"U-Um... what's this King's Game again..?" Rubble asked nervously.
"Ok ok ok, one chopstick makes you the King if you drew it, and the others have numbers on them. Annnnnnnd... The King picks a number and says what that person has to do! Hic. Simple... except who has which number is secret until the King gives the orders!"
"Yeah, you go girl, tell them Everest," cheered Skye from her spot, giggling happily.
"E-Everest, where'd you learn this stuff?!" Rubble asked with a look of disbelief, glancing to Everest.
"No more chit chat! C'mon everyone, draw!" Skye commanded, while holding out the chopsticks.
The pups took some time grabbing their sticks, before Skye asked, "okay, soooooo... who's the king?"
Zuma would flinch, glaring at his stick and standing up. Zuma's is wed! Wed! Is Zuma the King?!" Zuma asked enthusiastically, which gave the boys looks of despair.
"Ugh, we're already doomed from the get-go..." Chase whimpered.
"I, the King, command thee to smooch the King without delay!" Zuma smirked, "smoooooooch!~" Zuma puckered his lips. Everyone gasped and at this point everyone was praying their number wouldn't be picked.
"S-S-Smooch..?" Rubble glanced to Zuma, immediately regretting his decision to go out with everyone that night.
"Please God... Gwant me a girl... NUMBER THWEE!" Zuma called out.
Rocky would shoot up in response to his number being called upon. "Oh no! Nononononono!"
Zuma flinched and would immediately do his best to change the situation, "I meant number 2..."
Chase flinched, now his number being pulled, "nuh uh! No way, no take-backs!"
Everest giggled, laughing her rear off, "smooch, smoooooch!" Everyone looked in worry, glaring at the two pups.
"Wocky... So you do want to kiss me?!" Zuma dramatically called, looking away before turning back to him. "Okay, but it's my first time! Be gentle!"
Rocky whimpered, doing his best to back away, only to get pounced onto by Zuma, the two rolling off like a ball. "Whoa! Ow, quit it Zuma! Don't make me flatten you!" Rocky cried out. "Aaaagh! Nooo! Heeeeelp!" Rocky called out to the others. Before they knew it they were already out of the restaurant.
"Ohooo... only the first round and two contestants have dropped out! Six left, that should even the odds a little... hic..." Skye giggled, getting everyone to worry.
"I-Is it that kind of game..?" Rubble asked nervously.
"On to Round two!" Skye cheered, and Everest followed. The pups would all pick their sticks before waiting. "Well, who's the King?" Skye smirked, looking around at the boys.
Marshall gasped and stood up, "I'm the king! I have the red mark!" He shouted.
"Phew... finally someone decent, no crazy orders this time," Rubble pleaded over in Marshall's direction.
"Pfffft, as if! That's not how it works. If the last King demanded a smooch, then the next order has gotta be more extreme," Everest giggled, flailing about in her seat. "Don't be such a party pooper, Rubble," Everest giggled and snickered.
"Oooh, Oooh, the person who gets picked should get to rest in Marshall's lap," Skye blurted out with a giggle. Of course Marshall didn't have a lap to rest on.
"NAH, they should sit in his lap!" Everest smirked. He still didn't have a lap.
"Nono, they should have to hug him!" Skye added.
"Nah, that's not good enough, they should give him a piggyback ride!" Everest laughed and Skye laughed along. Rubble and Tracker glanced at the girls and sighed.
"W-Well in that case, I want... Number 4 to get a piggyback ride!" Marshall declared. The girls would sigh as they weren't picked, the boys sighed but in relief. Chase groaned.
"C'mon... four other pups in here and I get chosen?!"
"The King's Order is..."
"ABSOLUTE!" The two girls would laugh and giggle on and on.
Chase groaned in defeat. "A piggyback ride... thats not cool, at all..."
With a bit of time, Chase managed to hop on top of Marshall's back and Marshall raised him into the air. For a solid minute the two would do their best to keep their balance. Chase would do his best not to fall off, and Marshall would do better not to fall over, which was already a chore for Marshall without someone jumping on his back. "Ahhh! Please, can we stop now?" Chase pleaded and the boys were already pitying the two, while the girls made sure to have their fun as they watched. Although, just as the girls allowed them to stop, Marshall ended up slipping and sending both him and Chase tumbling to the ground. Chase groaned in pain, "I think I sprained something..." Marshall was too in pain to even speak, underneath the full weight of Chase's body. The girls bursted out laughing while Rubble ran to help the two up.
Tracker sighed at the pups. "Ustedes cachorros son iméciles..."
AN: I'M WILLING TO BET 0.01 USD TO WHOEVER IS ABLE TO GUESS WHAT THE 2ND STORY IS BASED OFF OF. Lol not really. I was able to come up with the story for the first story after reading some silly fics, the second story is obviously based on another game franchise.