Hi guys! This is a continuation of the last chapter. (Yes, yes, I know. All the chapters are continuations of the last chapter. I mean this is a direct continuation... Sigh...I just can't please some people.)

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Sexual Conversation

Minor Sexual Foreplay

Rocky finally had enough and gently pushed Zuma onto his back.

"Okay! Now it's your turn!" Rocky exclaimed, tickling Zuma up under his neck.
"Hehehe!" he exclaimed, pawing at Rocky playfully. Rocky ran his paws down his chest, eliciting even more giggles from Zuma. But Zuma was having none of it, wiggled away from him and tapped him with his paw.

"Catch me if you can!" he said. Rocky growled playfully and ran after him.

"I'm not done with you yet, get your tail back over here!" he said.

They ran in circles until Rocky ran out of breath.

"Fine...Zuma...you...win…" he gasped. Zuma turned and pounced on him, knocking him flat on his back. He panted as well, and Rocky could feel its heat against his snout. Zuma straddled his soft hindquarters and looked down at him triumphantly.

"Hmph...get off of me!" Rocky said, placing his paws on Zuma's chest. Rocky was too exerted from their game and Zuma easily pushed his paws back down. Zuma nuzzled his neck and forehead lovingly, and Rocky felt Zuma beginning to arouse him and his cheeks began to redden. Zuma licked his neck erotically, and Rocky's cute, pink tongue hung out at Zuma's treatment.

"Z...Zu...ma…?" Rocky asked, not understanding Zuma's sudden change of attitude. He growled softly and closed his eyes. "Why…? I mean...you were just ignoring me. Now you're…"

"Shhhh…" Zuma said, licking his nose. "I'm sowwy for ignoring you all day. You didn't deserve that."
"Not any more than you deserved being shouted at and told to shut up," Rocky replied. "I broke your heart."
"Then break it again," Zuma replied. "Break it twice, break it one hundred times, break it a million times if you please." Rocky looked hurt, and opened his mouth to speak. Zuma put a paw over it and spoke softly. "Because it was only yours to break anyway," he whispered.
"Oh, Zuma…" Rocky whined. "You...I...umm…."

"Please, let's let bygones be bygones. I missed being with you all day."

"Me too…" Rocky replied, looking up at him. "I felt so alone."

Zuma felt shame biting at him again.

"I'm twying to make it up to you. I weally am. How am I doing?" He ran his paw down Rocky's chest, and Rocky moaned quietly.

"Very...very well," Rocky replied. Zuma smirked at him.

"I won, you know." he breathed. "You didn't catch me."

"Yeah...so…?" Rocky panted. He felt his pelt begin burning and he shivered happily as Zuma tiptoed his warm, soft paw up against his chest. He wrapped his paws around Zuma's neck and looked into his eyes lovingly.

"I want my prize," Zuma said. "I want...something….from you." Rocky stroked his chin thoughtfully and smirked at Zuma.

" I know just what you want." Zuma lowered his snout even more and stared into the golden pools that were Rocky's eyes. His lips brushed Rocky's before Rocky gently pushed him back and shook his head smugly.

"Wha…?" Zuma asked, opening his eyes. Rocky walked his toes up Zuma's neck, coping Zuma's move, up to his nose, which he tapped lightly before kissing it.

"I'll let you have it...if you share…" Rocky breath, softly and amorously. Rocky's seductive voice entranced Zuma and he nodded quickly, whining a little bit in eagerness. Rocky's lips were so close to his, so close, in fact, that Zuma could feel his warm breath as Rocky panted slightly and smell its sweet scent. Zuma closed his eyes, relishing the moment, slightly turning his head as he connected with Rocky. It was magical. It was life. It was love. He felt Rocky fondle his neck fur lovingly and he shivered, Rocky's touch spiking his hormones through the roof. Their tongues danced with each other, and their lips moved in synchronization slowly. Zuma never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Rocky, but like all things, everything has an ending.

"Hey, Zuma, we should probably get going," Rocky murmured. "The others are probably wondering what we are doing."

"Yeah…" Zuma replied. "We should...but…" Zuma licked Rocky's neck. "I'm not done with you yet. Can we stay a little longer? Bye ourselves? Please?"

"We can stay like this for as long as you want, Zuma," Rocky said. "You're not gonna hear me complaining. In fact…"

Rocky ran his hind paws up and down Zuma's hindlegs and he looked at him mischievously. Zuma cocked his head at him quizzically. He suddenly fell on top of Rocky's chest as Rocky kicked Zuma's hindlegs from up under him and pulled him onto his chest.

"Does this mean...you forgive me?" Zuma asked softly. Rocky smiled at him and licked the same tuft of fur back behind his ear for the third time that day, and Zuma buried his snout in Rocky's neck and sighed.

"Do you even have to ask?" Rocky murmured. Zuma looked into his shining eyes.

"I love you...you know that, right?" Zuma said, words muffled by Rocky's soft fur.

"Yes, Zuma," Rocky said, rubbing his waist erotically, causing Zuma's tail to beat excitedly.

Rocky bit his soft, velvety ears, which brought an immediate reaction from him. He whined and panted as Rocky nibbled on the tender flesh. Zuma felt Rocky exciting him.

Zuma's ears perked up and he bent his muzzle down to Rocky's kissing him softly, teasingly, then pulling away. Rocky felt his heart rate increase and he found himself wanting more and he panted in eagerness. He put a paw behind Zuma's head and stroked his fur gently. He went to kiss him again, but this time, Zuma put a paw on his lips. Rocky began licking his paw, and Zuma giggled.

"Stop it, that tickles!" he said, as Rocky's tongue rasped in between his toes and on his soft paw pads. Rocky began sucking on each of them until Zuma couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his paw away, laughing the whole time.
"Wocky, stop it!" he giggled. Rocky licked his lips and laid on his back, looking at Zuma expectantly.

"You wanna tummy rub?" Zuma asked, flicking an ear. Rocky nodded, then blushed. Zuma ran his paws up to his chest and his midsection and scratched lightly. Rocky panted and squirmed slightly.

"You like it?" Zuma asked. Rocky shook his head eagerly.

"Yes, Zuma….right there…" he breathed. "You made...up...for….everything…" Zuma smiled, glad that his plan had worked.

"I didn't think you'd be into something like this, being so much older...and mature," Zuma said.
"Hey, in the end, I'm still a puppy," Rocky said. "And it still feels good."

He licked Rocky's chest, making his moan in pleasure. Rocky suddenly grabbed him and pulled him onto his chest. He lowered Zuma's muzzle down to his again and kissed him passionately, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Zuma moaned and let Rocky take him. He copied Rocky's movements and made the kiss even more pleasurable. I'll never get tired of this. Zuma realized. He sat up, Rocky's back facing him.

"You're a weally good kisser," he admitted. Rocky blushed and flicked his ear shyly.

"Really?" he asked. Zuma nodded, nuzzling his neck erotically, causing Rocky to pant again.
"Zuma…" he moaned.

He bit the side of Rocky's neck gently, and Rocky gasped sharply.

"Yes...Zuma…" he moaned, tilting his neck so Zuma could bite it harder. "Right there…" Zuma's fangs sank in slightly, but not enough to draw blood. Rocky pawed at the ground, feeling like he was going to explode if he didn't find an outlet for his sexual excitement.
"You know…" Zuma whispered in his ear. "We can always take things up a notch." He slid his paw down Rocky's underside, eyes gleaming mischievously.

"No...Zuma…" Rocky gulped.

"What's wrong, Wocky? We're just having some fun…" Zuma's warm, moist breath tickled the inside of Rocky's ear as he rubbed Rocky's furry sheath. Rocky felt his head pounding with desire for Zuma, and he began slipping, giving into it. "You know you want it…" Zuma continued. "Stop denying youwself. We both want it...I'm sure of it. I can see it in your eyes, the way you look at me every day. The way your body responds to my touch. You want it…"

"I'm not ready...yet…" Rocky gasped. "You don't understand." Rocky blushed as Zuma's paw rubbed his most private part amorously. He felt a strange hardness between his legs and he looked down, ashamed.

"Somepup's excited…" Zuma said teasingly. "But...I can help you with that. I've wanted to mate with you for a long time now."

"You...You have?" Rocky asked, blushing. Zuma licked his neck lovingly, planting small kisses up and down it. A growl built up in Rocky's throat, and Zuma could feel its vibrations. He ran his paw down Rocky's soft, warm chest leisurely. He stared into Rocky's golden eyes.

"I want you Wocky...so badly…" Zuma said.

"Why?" Rocky asked.

"Because. You are everything I could want, everything I need. You have a caring heart, are very forgiving and understanding. You love others more than you love yourself, and you love me more than anything else. You saved me from Jason and made sure every time I ran against you I won. And the way you try to shield everyone else from pain and hurt and take it upon yourself. And you make me feel special; like I'm the only pup who exists."
"Really? I don't know if I'm that good." Rocky said. "That's more your thing." Zuma shook his head.

"No, Wocky. Admittedly, I show it a lot more, especially when we are alone…" he bit Rocky's neck again, and Rocky felt his vision go blurry as the pleasure overtook him. "...but you still do. You just have other ways of showing it," Zuma said. "Ways that few pick up on, even yourself. But don't worry, I always know." Rocky panted slightly, feeling drained and extremely energetic at the same time.

"So, you may be shy, and introverted. You may be over-critical and over-calculating. You may tend to fall into depression. And you may worry too much."

"Hey…" Rocky said softly. "Get back to the good parts, I was enjoying it." Rocky rolled onto his side and Zuma wrapped himself around Rocky.

"And you have the most beautiful pelt with the softest fur I've ever felt. And you have such pretty eyes. I love the way your nose twitches when you're excited or really happy." he breathed in Rocky's ear. He licked Rocky forepaw softy. " And you have the cutest paws ever." Rocky blushed and looked away from Zuma. Zuma's paws stroked Rocky's tail happily. "And your tail is beautiful. All in all, you're just adowable." Zuma licked Rocky's tinted red cheeks.

"Awww...that's so sweet, Zuma," Rocky said shyly. "Am I really...do I really look appealing?" Note to self: compliment Rocky more. He's been insulted so many times compliments don't even compute in his mind anymore. Zuma thought.

"You looked stunning to me. Absolutely perfect. Charming." Zuma whispered. Rocky seemed to get it this time, and he looked down and blushed harder.

"But the thing I like most about you…" Zuma whispered in his ear softly, gently lifting his head so that he could look into his eye, "...is that you'we mine. No one else can ever have you, because you belong to me." Zuma removed Rocky's collar and flung it away. "And this mawk pwoves it." He said. The growl in Rocky's throat escalated but was still muted. "Come on, let it out…" Zuma said, biting his neck again. "I wanna hear it…" His teeth sank into his neck this time, and the red liquid coursing through his vein streamed down it. The growl in Rocky's throat came out, cute, passionate, and mellow. Zuma loved it.

"Z...Zu...Zuma…" Rocky moaned. "Yes...harder…" Zuma clamped his jaws down as far as he could go without seriously hurting Rocky, and Rocky's blood stained his teeth and trickled down his chest.

"Ahhh!" Rocky screamed. "Zuma...yes...yes…" Zuma removed his teeth and licked up the blood. Having done this already, it didn't hurt as much. Zuma sank his teeth into Rocky's neck again, a little farther down this time, and Rocky moaned in ecstasy, extremely aroused at this point.

"I love you, Zuma…" he said when Zuma was finally done, having marked Rocky for the second time.

"I know that Wocky," he said. "What is it about me that you find special though? It's your turn."

"The way that you cared for me when no one else did. I've been called worthless trash so many times I've forgotten the amount." Zuma growled softly, anger burning in his eyes.

"When I was on the street, almost dead from malnutrition, you did everything you could to save my life. You brought me food every day and slept with me every night. The truth is, I fell in love with you at first sight. I just didn't know it yet. But I never wanted to get close to you because I felt like I wasn't good enough. I was afraid of getting attached, and you leaving me. But that never happened. You've always been there when I was depressed, and once even suicidal and self-destructive. You stood up for me when no one else did, which you are still doing to this day. I don't know...I'm not good at fighting for myself. I guess I let people walk all over me." Rocky smiled and licked Zuma's nose. "But that's what you're here for. You're a tough pup, but even you have a soft center. And I'm the only pup you allow to reach it.." Zuma blushed, and Rocky knew his words were true.

"I got teased a lot for my speech impediment when I was younger. They said I talked like a baby, but I only have rhotacism. I completely checked out emotionally after that. I can't take it when people tease my voice. Have you ever seen me cry, Wocky?"

"Only a few times," Rocky said. "Normally it was because of me."

"I don't cry easily, okay? But my rhotacism...I just break down...I lose my cool completely! I see myself, alone, and scared on the street again, with no one who loves me…" Just thinking about that made tears form in Zuma's eyes.

"Hey...hey...no tears, okay? Just...look at me." Rocky said gently. Zuma looked into his eyes and sniffed twice.

" I never let anyone get to me like that ever again. But...I like letting you in. Even though I put myself at risk, I still like it. I don't feel alone anymore."

"You know what else I like about you?" Rocky continued. "You can be vulnerable with me. You tell me things you don't tell others. Even though I could hurt you badly, again, you still take the chance. I'm happy you did, Zuma. And about your rhotacism, I just want you to know something. Anyone who fucking teases you about that is not your friend. I'll never, ever pick on you about that. Truth be told, I like it. A lot." Zuma smiled.

"Thanks...Wocky." Rocky's ears perked up at Zuma's pet name for him.

"Wocky…" Rocky repeated happily, rolling the word around on his tongue.

"You like it?" Zuma asked.
"I love it when you call me that," Rocky replied. Zuma blushed. "I'll have to come up with a name for you, my cute wittle wabrador," he said, kissing Zuma's nose.

"Hey! I don't mess up on my 'l's'!" Zuma said, blushing. Rocky buried his snout in Zuma's neck.

"I know…" he replied softly. "I just felt like doing that."

"Why do I need a new name?" Zuma asked. Rocky pulled back to look at him.

"Well, you call me, 'Wocky'. Now I want a name for you. I'll figure it out." Rocky cleared his throat softly.

"Now, appearance-wise, I think you are the most good-looking, most handsome pup I have ever seen." Rocky blushed. "You're extremely hot, sexy, seductive, and charming. If it was illegal to look so charismatic I'd have to get Chase to lock you up." Rocky said. Zuma's ears turned red. "You're the most visually stunning pup I've ever laid eyes on. I love how protective you are of me. And how you're such a great kisser and…"

"Weally? Well in that case…" Zuma caught Rocky's muzzle in his paws and kissed him passionately. He pulled away slowly, leaving Rocky wanting more.

"You had to do it, didn't you?" Rocky asked.

"You liked it," Zuma replied He wrapped his paws back around Rocky.
"And you are willing to leave everything for me." Rocky finished. "How could I not love you?"

"Hmmm...how could you not?" Zuma agreed. Rocky licked and sucked at his neck, nipping it lightly. Rocky took his collar off as well and flung it away, wanting to give Zuma again what he was sure he wanted. His teeth sunk past the fur and skin, but not into his flesh like Zuma liked it. He was still very timid when it came to things like this, and didn't want to hurt Zuma, so he didn't use his fangs. How am I going to get Rocky to act aggressively? He doesn't let anything get under his skin. Nothing seems to aggravate him…except when he gets possessive...possessive...I've got it! Zuma snapped his toes, as an idea came to him.

"Did you know somepup else wants a piece of my tail as well?" Zuma said casually.

"Huh?" Rocky asked.

"Oh...Wocky...did I forget to tell you that Taja has been looking at me more and more?" he asked. Rocky's head went straight up.
"What?!" he asked. "I knew she liked you, but she doesn't actually…"

"Yep. She's head over paws in love with me. And rightly so." Zuma said, smirking. Zuma began pacing around Rocky, brushing against his pelt softly at every turn. Rocky began growling softy in anger. "Besides, you youwself said I'm iwwistitable. And she certainly thinks so. It's only a matter of time before she asks me out."
"She can't have you...she can't!" Rocky cried angrily. That's it Rocky…you're doing it. Zuma thought.

"Why not, Wocky?" Zuma asked. Rocky suddenly knocked him onto the ground, hard. Zuma smiled as his plan began working.

"Because you're mine," Rocky growled, baring his teeth and showing his fangs. Almost there… Zuma thought.

"Then prove it to me." Zuma shot back. Zuma saw something in Rocky's eyes snap. Gotcha. He thought happily. Rocky lowered his muzzled down to Zuma's neck and bit hard, much harder than he had ever bitten before. Blood welled around his fangs and he spat it out before biting Zuma again.
"Yes...do it...do it!" Zuma shouted, arching his head back. Rocky moved a little farther down and bit him again and again until blood stained his muzzle. "Yes…" Zuma said wearily, the pleasure overwhelmingly stronger than the pain. "Keep on…" Each of Rocky's bites was deep, and sure to show. Blood ran down Zuma's neck.

"You're mine. She can't have you." Rocky repeated when he was finished. He licked Zuma's neck until the blood stopped, which took a substantially longer time than the last time. Rocky licked Zuma's face until he opened his eyes.

"Aye," Zuma replied, running his eyes over Rocky's body greedily. Rocky sat down on his haunches, and Zuma padded behind him and wrapped his paws around his waist. He rested his head on Rocky's neck.
"So...about me making love to you…" Zuma whispered, holding him close to his chest. Rocky moaned and bit his lip. "I'm still down for that."

"I...I can't…" Rocky said weakly.
"Why not?" Zuma asked, one paw sliding down to Rocky's crotch. As soon as he made contact, Rocky gasped and moaned loudly. "What's stopping you? Do you not want it?"
"Stop...stop it…" he said. "I...do want it...but…"

"But what?" Zuma whispered, rubbing his sheath slowly, feeling it stiffen in his paw.

"Ahhh…" Rocky said. He was fighting to hold on to his self-control. "Zuma...I can't...I can't take it…"
"Then give in…you don't need to fight me," Zuma said, biting the side of his neck, hard. Just then, Rocky's pup tag beeped twice.
"Rocky?" Skye's voice came. " Ummm...this is Skye. Can you come down?"

Rocky managed to tear himself away from Zuma and put his pup tag back on, wincing as it made contact with his torn skin and blood covered the back of it.

"Hi...Skye…" Rocky said. "What's up?"

"The pups and I want to talk to you," she said.

"Uhhh…." Rocky said. "!..." Zuma pushed him over and began kissing his neck. Rocky moaned quietly in pleasure, not wanting Skye to hear.

"Rocky? Hello?" she asked.
"Yeah! I'm h..he...ahhh...here…" he said. Zuma began biting on his ears next, and Rocky put a paw over his puptag so Skye wouldn't hear moaning Zuma's name.

"Do I need to come get you?" she asked.

"No...I'm fine!" he said.
"Then what's going on?" she asked. Zuma chose this moment to lock lips with him, silencing whatever response he was getting ready to give Skye. Rocky forgot about Skye and passionately kissed him back. Zuma shook his head.

"You talk to Skye. Don't mind me," he said.
"Nothing!...what did you wanna talk about?" he asked.

"We wanted to talk about earlier, back in the cave in the mountains," she replied. Zuma's paw slid up his increasingly hard sheath again, and Rocky screamed into Zuma's fur.

"I'llberightheregivemeasecbye!" He said quickly, ending the call. He bit Zuma's shoulder and moaned loudly. "You heard her. I've gotta go." Rocky said.

Zuma grumbled and muttered but let Rocky go.
"You weren't doing very well with that call, Wocky. Distracted much?" Zuma asked smugly as they trotted into the elevator after Rocky put Zuma's collar back on him.

"Distracted? Distracted?!" Rocky exploded. "How was I supposed to concentrate when you're busing making out with…" Zuma caught his lips again and growled possessively, shutting him up.

"You're cute when you'we mad," he said finally, as they reached the bottom floor. He rubbed Rocky's haunches happily.

"What are you doing?" Rocky asked.

"Nothing...just fantasizing..." Zuma murmured. Rocky jumped out of the elevator, Zuma close behind him, following him like a devoted pup. He was slightly drooling as he watched Rocky's hindquarters sway in front of him. Rocky noticed Zuma looking and swung his tail from side to side teasing him, entrancing Zuma.

The pups made it to the living quarters, where the other pups had assembled. Rocky sat down on his haunches, and Zuma sat beside him. Rocky wasn't paying attention to the others, he just looked into Zuma's eyes dreamily. Zuma looked right back at him, and the other pups wondered if there was a joke they weren't being let in on and looked at each other awkwardly.

He has such beautiful eyes. Zuma thought to himself, or so he thought.

Thanks, Zuma. Rocky thought shyly, shuffling his paws. What are we supposed to do? Zuma shrugged.

Beats me.

Then why are we here?
'Cuz Skye asked you to come.

I'm scared, Zuma. Rocky whined.

Oh, don't be. I think they wanna make up with you, but they are too afraid to hope you'll forgive them. Zuma flicked his ear.

Of course, I will! They're my friends, even if they weren't being nice to me. Rocky rolled his eyes.

Well, I know that. But they don't know everything I know.

Good thing only I can do that, or you'd be in some serious trouble. Rocky smirked at him.

Uh, Rocky, this is probably looking really weird right now.

Yeah. I guess I should say something. If only to get us alone faster. Zuma's tail began wagging. Rocky looked at Skye and sighed.

"What do you want?" he asked, not bitterly, just matter of factly.

"Rocky, I know things have been tense since our last conversation." Skye began. "And that we haven't been treating you well at all. We've been ignoring you, and shunning you for a while now. But, I don't think this should ruin our friendship.".
"Yeah, Rocky. We're a family. Nothing can change that. We all love you." Marshall continued.

Not as much as me. Zuma interjected.

Hush, Zuma, it's getting good. Rocky thought, not looking at him. But you are right.

"You did the wrong thing by lying to us," Marcus said.
"But we did the wrong thing by treating you like this." Rubble continued.

"We want you to know that we are so...so sorry. If we forgive you, will you forgive us?" Taja said. She padded over to Zuma and sat right beside him. Rocky would've growled angrily if he wasn't so overcome with emotion. There was silence.

Ummm...Rocky? Zuma asked. Are you gonna say anything?

Yeah...I'm just shocked right now and I'm actually about to cry. Rocky responded, sniffing and wiping his eyes. Keep it together, Rocky...don't… Rocky immediately began crying, and he put his paws over his eyes. Give me a second, Zuma.

"Rocky, are you okay?" Ryder asked.

"He's fine. Just give him a second." Zuma said, rubbing Rocky's back.

"How do you know?" Taja asked him.
"I just know," he responded. He whispered something in Rocky's ears that no one caught, but Rocky seemed to understand and he got himself together.

"I'm sorry...sniff...that was so beautiful. Of course, I'll forgive you, you're my friends. And...sniff...thank you...sniff...so much." Zuma put his paw over Rocky's comfortingly. The pups yipped and almost knocked him over, hugging him and licking him happily.

"Thank you, Rocky! So much!" Skye yipped.
"No, thank you, guys. Everyone. I'm glad we could make up, and be friends again."
"So am I, Rocky. So am I." Marshall said.

Little did the pups know that this moment of peace wasn't to last. Chase growled low in his throat. He thinks this is over, does he? He extended his claws. Well, he's got another think coming.

So! Rocky and Zuma finish making up with each other while showing their ever-growing love for each other. Yeah, I think when I wrote this I was just really feeling RockyXZuma. This chapter is gonna be important later on, but we'll get to that. Rocky makes up with his friends, but something's off. Something's not right... next chapter should be up tomorrow or Sunday.

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That's all for now, cya in the next one!