``There you are!''
Marshall cooed, eagerly approaching the chihuahua.
``?A mi? Sure what's...''
The pup was taken aback but the sultry look the dalmatian gave him. A look of longing, almost hungry even.
``Are you warm and comfy Tracker?''
``Oh? Si! I'm very toasty right now. Soy muy comodo!''
Tracker wiggled his body around on the large pillow he was on. The pillow took up almost the entire floor of the lookout. He wondered how they could fit something so big in here. Though his thoughts quickly drifted back to the pup in front of him. Marshall approached, not taking eyes off Tracker. He leaned in close, his nose a mere inch from the jungle pup. Tracker felt his heart shoot to his throat. He had always been smitten for Marshall and having the fire pup so close to him caught him of guard.
``Ma...Marshall?''
``Awww...poor little buddy. You're still shivering.''
Tracker realized that he was shaking but it wasn't because he was cold. The dalmatian leaned in further, letting his tongue slip out and lap at Trackers snout.
``Do I need to keep you warm again? You seemed to love it last time.''
``I...uhh...well...''
Marshall proceeded to push the jungle pup on his back. Tracker felt so exposed, His pink belly and sheath in full view of the dominate dalmatian.
``So excited already? Heheheh''
Marshall laughed out loud, but to Tracker it sounded more like an evil cackle. He didn't know why the normally friendly pup was acting like this. It wasn't like him at all. Part of him wanted to ask questions but another part of him wanted it to keep going.
Now that he thought about it, Tracker couldn't remember how he got to the lookout.
``Marshall, How'd did I end up here?'' he asked nervously. Marshall didn't answer him. Feeling very uneasy now, Tracker looked at his surroundings.
He was at the top of the lookout, but something felt off. Everything looked blurred, like the walls were made of clay and slowly morphed into one another. He could make out the sky from the outside windows, but it appeared to be yellow. What really caught his attention was what looked like flying pigs and a giant purple dragon flying across the sky. Tracker gasped at the sight. However, he was brought back to his current predicament when Marshall placed both his paws above Trackers shoulders. The eager pup licked his lips and eyed Tracker hungrily. The pup could only stammer a response.
!Esperar! Wait a sec Marshall...oh!''
Tracker looked down to see a familiar sight between Marshall's hind legs. The fire pups red rocket had slipped its entire length outside his sheath and pressed into him. The tip just touching the opening of the jungle pups sheath. Tracker caught his breath; He began to whine and kick his leg excitedly.
``Missed this didn't you? You felt it press against your back and lay on your snout last time we cuddled. How about we continue where we left off?''
``Wait...Marshall...'' Tracker begged. ``What about Chase? I thought...''
``Oh! Don't worry about him. In fact, he and the others have been waiting for this too!''
``?Otros? ?Que?''
That's when the pup noticed the lookout elevator doors opening, Tracker could make out four figures standing manically. They looked like weird blobs of colors. Brown, grey, green. With several eyes staring back at him.
``Let's have a little fun!''
Marshall snapped his head forward and sunk his teeth into Trackers neck.
``Ahhh!~''
With that, the pup felt himself slip out of bed and tumble to the floor. Landing on his back with a dull thud. The chihuahua shook himself off and jumped to his paws, Observing his surroundings. He looked to be in a tree house, a very large tree house. One which managed to fit a twin sized bed where Tracker could make out a sleeping Carlos. He breathed a sigh of relief, he was home.
``It was only a dream.''
The pup looked out the window, He could see the sun start to crest over the trees in the jungle. He figured it had to be super early in the morning.
``Todavia estoy cansada. Better head back to bed.''
Tracker shook his head one last time, though he noticed a certain something wiggling beneath his belly. The curious pup ducked his head between his front paws and blushed. Tracker had an erection; his rocket had slipped out all the way of his sheath and dangled under him.
``Hola cohete rojo! Looks like you are up too.''
Tracker wiggled his hips, watching his little member bounce up and down. It amused him and he found it somewhat arousing. That's when Tracker began to remember his dream. The one that startled him awake in the first place. There was an eerie quality to it, but he couldn't shake off the stir in his loins when he thought about Marshall. That dream obviously came from a familiar memory. One that was less spooky and a lot more comforting.
Some time ago, Tracker was visiting the Paw Patrol during a very cold winter. Assisting them on a mission when something when wrong. Tracker was freezing and hurt, and Marshall had patched him up as best as he could. The pup even offered to sleep next to him to keep him warm. Something Tracker was definitely not going to say no too. After warming up together, Marshall had fallen asleep and began dreaming about a very special boy of his. That's when he got a little grabby with Tracker. Nothing that the pup minded though; it was something he hadn't really experienced with another boy before. The way Marshall had massaged him and caressed his body made him feel all tingly inside. He much preferred that kind of tenderness than rough play. Afterwards, Marshall woke up, freaking out in the moment and landed them in a position where Tracker saw every inch of what Marshall had to offer. The pups discussed the awkward event, managing to make amends and brush it off. That same night, Tracker and the rest of the pups had one big sleep over inside the look out. Huddling together for warmth in a good old fashion puppy pile. It was probably the closest he'd been to more than one pup. Marshall, Chase, Rocky and Zuma had huddled next to him and kept him cozy.
His member started to painfully throb below him. Thinking about all this didn't help his libido. The pup tried to shake these thoughts and headed back to Carlos's bed. Though a certain spot just beside the bedframe caught his attention. A large round white pillow sat just against one side of the frame. It was Trackers sleeping pillow. The pup would often use it as a bed or resting spot whenever he and Carlos were home. Last night, Carlos had invited the pup to sleep on his bed, a rare occurrence, but one Tracker gladly accepted. However, he was content to sleep in his familiar spot. The pup wandered over, circling the soft fabric beneath his paws before taking a seat. He shivered a little at the feeling of the soft plush caressing his still erect rocket. His furry brown balls settling nicely on pillow. Tracker took a breath and laid down. Trying to let his mind settle and get back to sleep.
``Now now Tracker, Let's not get too excited. Especially this early in the morning. Tranquilo.'' he told himself.
He closed his eyes and relaxed. However, as soon as his eye lids fell shut, the image of Marshall towering over him came back into his mind. Tracker didn't like the abrasive and some what mean look he had. The pup grumbled and tossed around on his pillow. He started to rethink the scenario in a much more positive light. Managing to rework the scouring look into the familiar bright smile he was accustomed to from the fire pup.
``Tracker! Marshall began. ``I really like you...A lot of the pups really like you! We wanted to do something special for you. If you are ok with it that is! Totally up to you!''
Tracker smiled in his sleep. His body sunk into his bed. He replied to the dream Marshall.
``Oh? I like you too Marshall. I think you're very cute...and handsome...Muy lindo y guapo.''
The jungle pup felt himself blush. His face flushed further as another figure stepped next to Marshall.
``Is that so? And what do you think about me then?'' Chase called out. The German shepherd leaned his head into Marshalls, giving a quick wink at Tracker. The pup felt like he'd start sweating, if that were possible for a dog.
``Oh my...you're very...guapo too.''
``Hehehe glad to hear. Though I can understand why this cute boy caught your eye.''
Giving Marshall a playful nudge to his side.
``Chase hehehe! You silly puppy!''
Chase proceeded to lean his snout into Marshalls. Sharing a slow but sensual kiss with the dalmatian. Tracker watched as the boy's tongue wrestled right in front of him.
The jungle pup really started to toss and turn on the pillow, flipping himself over to let his rocket stick straight up. It twitched in the damp air and longed for some warmth. Tracker flipped back over and pressed it against the soft fabric again. He kicked his legs wildly and moaned low, lost in his dream.
As the boys kissed, Tracker took notice of their obvious arousal showing between their hind legs. Marshall's rocket was still out and throbbing while Chases slowly wormed its way out his sheath, Soon extending all the way. He looked slightly bigger than the dalmatian. His knot especially stood out from the rest of his length. Not that Tracker cared, He had been waiting for another opportunity to look at other boys' privates. The pup stared at both, His mouth dried up and his face felt warm. He'd never seen two of them up close like this before, at least in his imagination.
Chase soon broke the kiss and turned his attention back to the jungle pup.
``Aww, You enjoying the show Tracker?''
``You know you don't have to sit there. You can get a closer look. If you want.'' Marshall reassured him.
Trackers eyes shot open; his little cock had dribbled pre against the pillow. Despite now being awake, He had quite a few lucid thoughts going on. Tracker let a soft moan escape his maw. The image of boys still lingered. He decided that he wasn't going to let this fantasy go to waste, he signed.
``If I'm going to do this, I need to do it carefully. Con cuidado.''
The pup maneuvered himself on his pillow, settling on his side. He lifted one leg and leaned his snout down. Just inches away from his dick. Tracker closed his eyes and tried to imagen himself slowly approaching the boys. Leaning in next to Marshall to sniff at his red rocket. He tried very hard to remember his scent, it was so distinct. He whined in frustration.
``?Que era? What was it...soot and...''
The pup pressed his snout against his cock, letting it gently rest on the bridge of his nose. The memory came flooding back.
``Cinnamon...dios mio.''
Tracker slipped back into his thoughts, grinding his nose against his wet rocket. Pretending it was Marshalls and indulging in his sweet scent. While the boys provided chants of encouragement. Marveling at Tracker slowly sniffing at Marshalls dick. Their praise echoed in his ears.
``Mmmm that's it Tracker.''
``Wow...He must really like how you smell baby.''
``Heheh Yeah.''
``He should see how you taste.''
``Si si, I want to taste.'' Tracker pleaded to himself.
The pup opened his maw wide and let his rocket slip on in. The pup had plenty of experience pleasuring himself when he was alone. This was a whole new level of lewdness. As the pup indulge in the taste of his puphood, he kept picturing himself taking Marshall's dick into his mouth. Letting his tongue dance and flick against the thick shaft. Tracker selfishly suckled on himself. Doing his best to lap and lather the dalmatian. Pretending to hear him moan in response.
``Whoa...ahh! Tracker...your tongue.''
``Hey now bud, don't forget about me.''
Trackers mind wondered at the idea of taking both of them, Imagining Chase having leaned up and pressing his dick against Trackers snout. The pup let go of himself for only a moment. Panting low before letting it slip back into his mouth. Thinking that he had now just taken the police pup, hungrily lapping and licking at the new rocket.
``Ohhh Tracker. There you go'' Chase moaned out.
``That's sooo hot~ You're such a good boy!'' Marshall cooed. Tracker enjoyed the praise, He thought of Marshall pressing his paw against the back of his head. Pushing his snout further, Taking as much of Chase as much as possible. His knot pressing against his front canine teeth. Chase growled in response.
``Dang, He really is a good boy!''
``Si si.. soy un bueno chico'' He thought.
His ears perked, He had heard something, he quickly let his length slip out his mouth. Tracker lifted his head up towards the bed. Worried he might have woken up Carlos. The boy moved slightly but didn't make any other movements. Tracker kept listening, all he heard was the soft breathing coming from his friend.
``I'm being to loud...maybe I should just stop'' Tracker wondered to himself. He didn't want to risk waking up Carlos, but he couldn't ignore his throbbing hard on ether. The pup decided to try and finish up the only way he knew how. He wasn't one to do this while Carlos was around but his desperate need to indulge in his dream scenario overtook his thoughts about being discrete. Tracker flipped himself off the pillow and sunk his teeth into it He slowly pulled it across the floor. Towards one side of the room where the front door sat. He wasn't going to be able to reach the door handle without his gear but luckily, this one had a makeshift doggy door just below it. Being careful as to not wake Carlos up, He pulled the pillow through the doggy door and to the outside air.
The sun had risen a little more and illuminated the treetops around their home. Settling the pillow and himself beside the railing of the tree house, Tracker scanned the trees and jungle floor below. He thankfully didn't spot Mandy or any other monkeys hanging around.
``Good, Bonita y privada''
Tracker pulled the pillow close to him before setting his front paws back on top. He pressed down a few times. Ensuring it was still soft and fluffy as ever. With that, Tracker used his paws to pull himself up. He hutched his back a little and pressed his rocket against it. He so carefully pressed it near the fabric, trying not to buck forward too much. He had a habit of having a hair trigger when it came to reaching his orgasm. He proudly mounted the fluffy pillow. In an assertive position he'd hoped he would do with another pup but this would suffice for now. His daydream didn't really see him as a top but that doesn't mean he couldn't keep thinking as a sub while humping his favorite pillow.
``Cuidado Tracker. Let's get back to your thoughts.''
Tracker closed his eyes and drew himself back into his lewd fantasy. Imagining Chase and Marshall mounting his face, eagerly pressing their rockets against his snout. The slick organs overwhelming Tracker, His tail wagging at how lewd they were being right now.
In the real world, Tracker slowly moved himself forward. Letting the tip of his rocket slick into the white fluff. He was oozing pre at this point and he carefully hump the mass. The material felt like velvet on the most sensitive part of his body.
``Hmmph! Tan bueno!''
Tracker pumped forward, Edging and grinding himself hard into the pillow. Letting his thoughts drift back to the boys. He wondered how much pre they would make. Would it coat his whole snout? Would it stay in his fur? He got a decent idea of what Marshall smelled like. He would have to guess with Chase though. He thought his rocket would smell like grass and his brown fur. Typical and standard, but the idea of mouthing these two boys between his face was making him a panting and drippling mess. This is when his thoughts took a turn. Rocky popped into the pup's mind, and their threesome had just gotten a fourth.
Tracker felt his himself being pulled by the collar. Looking up to see the familiar recycle pup. Rocky smiled down at him.
``Hey hey Tracker, Don't you forget about me now.''
``Rocky! I didn't see you...''
Tracker was cut off when he felt the pup mount his shoulders, His eyes and snout meeting face to face with Rockys own rocket. The bright red organ slipped quickly into his maw. Tracker gasped but let the pup proceed. It felt so warm between his lips. Letting his tongue swirl around the surprising visitor.
``Whoa! Easy on him Rocky'' He pictured Marshall would say.
``I know, I just couldn't resist rubbing myself against that cute face.''
``He does look pretty dang cute when he gives head'' Chase remarked.
Tracker whined low and sucked off the mixed breed.
``Mas! Mas por favor!''
Tracker thought to himself. The pup pumped his waist into the pillow. Letting it grind hard into it. His cock pressed and soaked his pre the fabric. He could feel himself getting close. He slowed down to edge himself.
``Cuidado, Mas despacio. Slow down.'' he thought.
However, Tracker thoughts had other plans as his mind drifted back to giving Rocky head. He soon imagined Marshall and Chase mounting themselves side by side with Rocky. Pressing themselves back against his face. Tracker couldn't resist. He would let go of Rockys dick and lapped his tongue against all three boys. Running his taste buds under each of their lengths. All the way to the tip. He'd bury his nose in their balls, huffing and licking at them. The boys would coo and growl in response. Giving him much needed encouragement.
``Wow, Such a hungry puppy.''
``Yeah..Ruff...He's really good at this''
``Gracias'' He moaned.
``Are you...Are going to get off just from pleasuring us?'' Rocky panted.
``Oh yeah he is! Especially if you do this!'' Marshall remarked. Letting his paw slowly caress one of the pups ear. Tracker groaned in response.
``Aye Marshall!'' He cooed.
Tracker stopped his humping; He was so close at this point, but he needed to stay quiet.
``Tan cerca. But not so loud...''
Tracker whined and practically begged himself to finish. That's when one last lewd thought came creeping in.
``Dude...ya'll should see the back of this cuite!''
Tracker could make out a voice coming from behind him. That's when he felt a paw grasp at his rear end. He nearly jumped at the touch but preoccupied himself with the boys in front of him.
``How's the view looking back there Zuma?''
``Looking really good, he's leaking like a faucet!''
Zuma ran his paws against Trackers dick, letting his paw pads trace it softly. He soon felt them reach passed his knot and give his fluffy sack a squeeze. The jungle pup whined and kicked his back leg excitedly.
``He's about ready to pop!''
``Awww why don't we give this boy what he wants?''
Tracker felt Zumas paws wonder along his legs and back towards his butt. He felt both paws grip his rear.
``Ready! Set...''
Marshall and Chase rubbed at Trackers ears; their knots pressed against the sides of his face. Rocky let his own cock rest on the bridge of his nose. Allowing the musky scent to fill his nostrils. While Zuma slowly inched his snout just a few inches from Trackers rear.
``Get wet~''
Zuma leaned forward, letting his snout press into the pups butt. He dragged his flat tongue up Trackers balls, slowly moving towards his taint, before letting it lick right against his tail star. A wet and slick sensation glided across his hole. With that, Tracker lost it.
!Oh dios!, !Oh perro!, Estoy...IM...Hgggggh!''
Tracker snapped back to reality, his loins burned with longing, and he felt his legs lurch forward. His rocket pulsed and started to squirt. Tracker bit down on the pillow. Trying desperately to quiet himself as he climaxed. He groaned as the intense feeling of pleasure travel from his belly to his balls and towards the tip of his cock. Every time his member rubbed into the pillow; another jet of puppy seed shot out from him. Ropes and ropes of the spunk covered the fabric. Tracker sunk himself deep into the plush. Letting the pleasure overwhelm him.
``Que rico~Oohh! Awooo....''
Tracker panted; He was absolutely spent. The jungle pup had collapsed on to his mess. Letting the excess cum press between the pillow and his belly. His rocket still twitched and drippled the last of his load, before slowly starting to shrink. Tracker mustered the strength to pull himself onto his pillow and properly sit on it. He took a moment to lift his leg and clean himself. Lapping at the rest of his load off his sheath. Noting the amount of cum which clung to his belly and fur.
``! Oy-oy-oy! Hice un desastre. I need a bath.''
That's when the pups' ears caught the noise of movement coming from inside the treehouse. Tracker quickly put his leg down and repositioned himself to cover the mess he made. He listened as Carlos slowly started to wake up. Pulling himself up and moving around in the sheets.
``Morning Track...Tracker?''
``Out here!'' Tracker called out.
He heard Carlos get up and walk towards the front door. Pulling it open to take a peek out into the jungle, Only to be met by his favorite pup who smiled and eagerly wagged his tail at him.
``Buenos Dias Carlos!''
``Hehehe Morning Tracker! What are you doing out here?''
``Oh uh...I rolled off your bed by accident. Too sleepy to jump back up. So I thought I'd move my bed out here.''
``Oh? Listening to the sounds of the jungle as you slept huh?''
``Si!''
Tracker didn't enjoy being dishonest with Carlos. It was more of a half truth since he did fall off earlier but better than letting his owner see the mess he created.
``It can get kind of noisy out here sometimes. I hope you slept well enough.''
``Mmmm, I slept...well.''
A yawn crept out the pup's maw. Looks like Tracker was more tired than anticipated from his fun. He turned his head out towards the trees to see that the sun had fully appeared in the sky. He had spent a lot of time in his fantasy this morning. Tracker felt like he could do with another hour of sleep.
``Uh huh, you still look a little beat, buddy. Why don't you get some more sleep while I go make us some breakfast?''
Tracker felt relived.
``Gracias Carlos, I'll be here on my pillow.''
Calros nodded in response. He slowly started to close the front door, before stopping to take note of something that caught his attention.
``Tracker...Is it me? Or does it smell a little musty out here?''
Tracker lifted his head up to sniff the air. He could pick up all sorts of smells coming from the jungle but there was one scent he was familiar with. The source came directly from him and the contents he hid underneath his pillow. The combined scent of doggy cum, salvia, and musk form his fur. Tracker found it very appealing but didn't give that indication to Carlos.
``I smell a couple of things out here, but it might be me your smelling...''
``What do you mean?''
Tracker played it cool.
``I just might need a bath is all. Been a little bit since I've had one!''
He took a quick sniff of his fur, pretending to be disgusted.
``!Apesto!''
Carlos gave him a curious smile before giggling.
``Hehe, No worries Tracker. We'll get you in a tub later today. Till then, get some sleep ok?''
``Ok Carlos!''
Carlos then closed the front door and Tracker was left to his lonesome. The pup dug himself into the pillow and settled down. His libido had been quelled and his body relaxed. Letting the noises of the jungle drift him back to sleep. In his solace though, a sad thought came to him.
``Would the boys like me still if they knew what lewd stuff, I thought about involving them? Would they think I'm a dirty pup? Sucio.''
Tracker felt his ears flatten a little but then remembered the bright smile Marshall gave him in his daydream. The one of compassion and friendliness, one that was shared with Chase and Rocky. Sure, in his head he enjoyed their light teasing as he pleased them, but Tracker ensured that his thoughts weren't malicious. His friends were kind, loving and overall caring for him. He wanted those same qualities to reflect in the type of lewd stuff he thought about.
``Nah, It's just fantasy after all. Thoughts! Ensueno! Though It'd be best if I kept them to myself.'' He thought.
The pup kneaded his soft pillow with a free paw before leaning his head down to take a slow whiff. Enjoying the smell of sex and musk that came from it. He giggled to himself.
``Such nice and fluffy thoughts''
With that, Tracker fell back asleep. His mind drifted once again; this time it was back to the puppy pile he remembered fondly. A time where he was able to get as close as possible to some of the cutest boys of the Paw Patrol. No naughtiness or lewd stuff. Just love, friendship, and cuddles.
At least till his next fluffy thought.
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