Marshall liked the ocean, especially in times like these. Water was a powerful thing, able to save many lives-- not just in putting out fires, but in keeping people hydrated. In times like these, when left unchecked, the waters were calming, rolling in waves that lapped and brushed against the edges of the carrier ship, gently embracing it upon the water's surface. The young Dalmatian, 6 years of age, was leant forward with his arms resting on the railing as he looked out over the waves, the cold breeze of the night brushing over his boyish form. Perhaps he should have put on a jacket if he was going to stand outside in the dark...his underwear and pyjama shirt were doing very little to assist him.

It was quiet for a time. The silence wasn't necessarily helping the knots of worry in his gut, but the young boy couldn't do much but stare out at the waves, unable to sleep. He was sure the others were snoozing in their shared cabin room, Ryder included, but something about recent events had him concerned. The meteor, the crystals, the powers...and now Skye, depressed from having lost hers to a cheap trick. She was always sore about her height, something none of them had ever held against her...but in the moments of failure, he could see how she'd be feeling the way she was. There wasn't much any of them could do for her...and they didn't blame her, either.

"Something on your mind, Marshall?"

He heard a voice to his right, but when the young Dalmatian turned, there was no one. He raised his head a little higher and stared out towards the door leading into the cargo bay to his right, frowning with confusion, before he felt a tap on his left. He naturally jumped, whirling on the spot, and his eyes widened at the sight of someone familiar.

"Chase! You scared me!" The boy exclaimed, nervously giggling but fighting the urge to tremble at the same time from being spooked. The German Shepherd leant up against the railing, one year Marshall's senior, and sported a grin. Marshall's gaze glanced down for a moment and his eyes widened at the sight of a slender, narrow crystal, shining and snapped like a metal to a magnet on Chase's PAW Patrol issue badge.

"You know you're not supposed to take those out." The Dalmatian's face soured for a moment as Chase rolled his eyes and looked out over the ocean. He avoided commenting on Chase's lack of pyjamas; the 7-year-old sported only his undies, printed blue with little outlines of white bones.

"I know, but I wanted to cheer you up," He remarked. "You looked...sad. So...is everything okay, Marshall?"

Chase pinned him with a concerned look and Marshal squirmed on the spot, looking back out over the water. He couldn't hide anything from Chase; the in-the-moment super-powered pup knew him far too well.

"I'm just worried about Skye," He admitted with a sigh, slumping his body forward against the railing. "She's frustrated and we can't do anything to help her."

"Skye's strong, you know that," Chase turned, leaning back against the railing and propping his elbows up. "It's more than that, isn't it?"

"I guess..." Marshall cast his eyes down. "But I'm worried...what if we end up the same way? What if that woman gets our crystals and she causes chaos all over Adventure City? We wouldn't be able to stop her..."

"Marshall..." Chase leant up from his position and turned, putting a hand straight onto the other boy's shoulder, staring him straight in the eyes. "Ryder would never let that happen. Do you trust him?"

"Of course," Marshall puffed out his chest in a prideful sort of way, then almost immediately deflated. "But...this is all so new..."

"Ryder's always had our backs, and he's always kept a cool head," Chase sounded confident. "I believe in him. I know you do too."

Marshall grumbled, but he couldn't refute what his friend was saying; it was true that their 'leader' has always been so calm and collected, and even in these moments when Skye's super-powered crystal was taken, he was still surprisingly relaxed and firm. Remembering that put Marshall at ease, but it was Chase who did the work of calming the pup down...Chase was a good leader to the group of them.

For a moment there was silence as the two of them just stood there, and Chase turned to look back out over the water, joining the boy in staring across the lapping waves. Nothing was said between them as they enjoyed each other's quiet company, used to having others fill the silence. After a short while, Chase shifted, scooting a little closer, and he leant against Marshall's arm. The Dalmatian moved in to bump the side of his head against Chase's own, and their hands inched across the railing, eventually passing over one another. Marshall's hand, which was on the bottom, twisted upwards and his fingers curled through the gaps in Chase's digits. The other boy did the same.

"It's just the two of us here, you know." Chase reminded him, squeezing Marshall's hand in his own. He moved a little closer as the Dalmatian turned his head, as if on instinct, and in a matter of moments their muzzles brushed together, nudging and rubbing. Chase parted his muzzle, his body turning more towards the Dalmatian, and with a quiet whimper from Marshall, the two of them kissed. Chase twisted his head to the side as his muzzle parted further, and the Dalmatian instinctively pushed out his tongue, touching it with the German Shepherd's own. It was tender, passionate, sweet and simple-- though Marshall was clumsy, he moved with purpose. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that the two of them shared a kiss like this. The PAW Patrol shared many affections with each other, but much like Rocky and Zuma, Chase and Marshall had something special. Ryder knew about none of it, from their little relationships to Skye's sexual proclivities with their newest member.

"Chase--" Marshall muttered his name between their kisses, his hand disconnecting from Chase's fingers and moving to the other's hips, pulling him closer. Chase felt the rigidity of the Dalmatian's package against his own and he smiled against the other's lips, withdrawing his head for a moment.

"Someone's excited already," Chase remarked, slowly bowing his knees as he lowered himself. "Don't worry, Chase is on the case..."

Marshall resisted the urge to pull a face, instead choosing to giggle as Chase bowed until his knees brushed and eventually settled on the metal floor. He looked up at the Dalmatian, though only briefly, before his hands slipped down to the boy's thighs and his muzzle brushed up against the package hidden beneath that white and red-trimmed underwear. He could feel it twitching up against his mouth, and the little huffs of hot air that Chase pressed onto that hidden length made Marshall whimper ever so slightly, his breathing growing slow and heavy. Chase didn't keep Marshall waiting for long; he reached his hands up, fingers ducking under the hem of the boy's shirt, and his index digits slipped into the gap between Marshall's fluffy black-spotted white fur and the waistband of his undies. He pulled, admiring the way Marshall instinctively tensed, before he slowly and gently pulled it down.

Before him, a little white cock sprung to attention, free from the confines of the taut underwear's elastic waist. It wasn't that big, but none of them were particularly that old; Chase, however, deemed it to be the perfect size. His amber eyes shot up to look at Marshall again, and the Dalmatian returned his stare with his own blue eyes, his muzzle creasing into a wobbling, sheepish smile. His small cock twitched with anticipation, only a couple of inches in length, and Chase slowly lifted his head up towards it as his hands tugged the underwear down further, until it passed the thickest part of the pup's legs and sagged, dropping easily around Marshall's ankles when Chase finally let go.

"You're really excited already." Chase quietly murmured, his eyes lidded over as he tilted his head to the side and pressed his muzzle to the length of that member, kissing the side of it and sticking out his young tongue, flicking it along the underside. Marshall didn't respond to him and instead just let out a shuddering breath, his body trembling from the pleasurable sensation as his member madly bounced atop Chase's tongue, nudging up towards his nose. Chase travelled lower, nuzzling against the base of Marshall's crotch and down towards his balls, and the shy Dalmatian whimpered again as the German Shepherd pressed up towards his small, pouch-like nuts, his tongue roaming and slathering spit right across the plumpness of it, travelling up along the underside of Marshall's dick and all the way up to the tip.

"C-Chase..." Marshall squirmed, his hands lifted to his own chest, his hands fidgeting together as his legs pressed together and one paw slipped up on top of the other. "Stop teasing me..."

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Chase giggled, his hands sweeping up towards Marshall's hips, and for a moment he hovered, mouth and tongue mere inches from the object of his desire, which bounced and throbbed with Marshall's pumping blood, the anticipation too much to handle. He didn't keep the Dalmatian waiting much longer; with his muzzle wide, Chase bowed his hand down, lifting his hands at the same time to cup around the pup's boyish behind.

Marshall gasped and instinctively arched his back towards Chase's muzzle, humming his approval and trying to quieten his moans as he kneaded his pelvis against Chase's awaiting muzzle, whilst at the same time the one-year-older pup squeezed and jiggled those rounded white-furred cheeks, his digits spreading it apart ever so slightly, groping and exploring in ways that seemed so natural, like he'd done it many times before. Marshall's cock spasmed wildly in the boy's muzzle, and he couldn't help but to thrust, just a little, into Chase's mouth, his humanoid-shaped member gliding effortlessly along that spit-covered tongue, until the circumcised end nudged against the roof of Chase's mouth.

"H-Hoooh, right, right there..." Marshall's body quivered and his eyes scrunched shut, his member nudging and humping along Chase's tongue with his rigid little thrusts, that were shallow and quick and barely moved at all. Chase hummed around his member, sending vibrations along that young cock, and his tongue curled and coiled to taste every inch as his hands slipped from the Dalmatian's cheeks and around to his side. He reached his hands up to put them atop the German Shepherd's head, holding him mostly to steady himself more than anything else, and he humped, huffing and panting with the pleasure of it-- it was enough to make him open his mouth and stick his tongue out, but he quickly retracted it when he realised how embarrassing it was. 

He could feel himself nearing the cusp of something extraordinary, and he wanted to stop-- not because it scared him, or he was unfamiliar with the feeling, but because he wanted to save himself for Chase, knowing that the older boy wanted so much more. Chase felt Marshall's hands on his head easing him back and he resisted at first, loudly slurping as he rolled his tongue around, before he eventually relented under Marshall's whimpering protests.

"Hah..." Marshall panted, leaning backwards as Chase let go, and he moved his hands from the boy's head to the railing. "I almost finished..."

"Would that have been so bad?" Chase remarked, pushing himself to his feet and moving to sneak in beside the boy, hooking an arm around him as he leant in to pepper kisses along his cheek. Marshall giggled, leaning away from him as he protested, but his body twisted to face Chase more and his muzzle inevitably leaned closer, unable to resist. Their lips pressed together and Chase hooked his arms tightly around the Dalmatian's hips, tugging him in and deepening the kiss. Marshall huffed against his lips, tilting his head to the side, and they collectively opened their mouths, tongues pressing against one another. It stirred something within them in different ways, and Marshall shuddered against the other boy's body, his cock pressed up to Chase's covered bulge, the both of them twitching with need. The heat of their tongues pressed together and their clasping bodies and hands made the feeling all the more intense. They were passionate, albeit one of them more clumsy than the other, and the more they pressed together, the more heated things became.

"I want to do it again." Chase huffed as their lips parted for a moment, and Marshall turned his head to the side, instinctively and submissively lifting his head to expose his neck. Chase took the initiative and kissed along his collarbone and up towards the side of his neck, ears twisting to the sounds of Marshall's quiet moans, before he brought his muzzle back to the Dalmatian's lips and kissed him again, grunting against his lips. They backed away again moments later, a string of spittle hanging from their parted muzzles and stuck-out tongues, and neither could resist dipping in for another kiss. The front of Chase's underwear had grown damp with his insatiable lust.

"Me too." Marshall mumbled, sucking in a breath when their lips parted again. Chase's hands roamed to the Dalmatian's cheeks and squeezed, their eyes locked to one-another, before they both instinctively began to move. The deck was going to be too cold and hard for either of them to fully enjoy themselves, so they'd have to do it standing-- the Dalmatian moved to the railing and turned, leaning over it and putting his hands on the metal bars as he pushed his behind out and spread his legs apart, his slender little tail wagging fervently as his member sprung and bounced up against his stomach with his arousal. Chase admired the angle for barely a breath before he moved into position behind him, and spent even less time clothed; he yanked his underwear down in an instant and let Marshall truly feel how riled up the German Shepherd had become.

Chase's cock landed on Marshall's behind with a wet, sticky slap, pre-cum soaking the German Shepherd's circumcised member. He rubbed his body forwards and made sure Marshall could feel every inch-- albeit only a handful-- of his cock, rubbing between the boy's cheeks up and down. The pre-cum that oozed from the tip of the boy's member had helped to lube up even his simple hot-dogging, but both of them he wasn't going to stop at just that; after a few moments of careful, sensual grinding, Chase dragged his hips back until his member swung down, at a near horizontal angle with how turgid it was, before a sharp thrust forwards at the smooth end nudging between the Dalmatian's young cheeks. Marshall grunted, the other's cock quickly finding its mark, but as Chase began to push, Marshall groaned boyishly and pushed his behind back, swiftly hilting that length all the way into his young hole.

The German Shepherd hadn't been expecting such a smooth and quick entry, and a sharp inhale escaped him, his hands cupping around Marshall's flat hips, before he leant forward and growled, driven by boyish, young desire. For a moment he nestled there and enjoyed the feeling, before he slowly pulled back, withdrawing around an inch or so before he pushed back in with equal tenderness, taking his time to hilt again. His balls squished against Marshall's own, brushing against them for barely a moment before Chase swung back, his thumbs circling and kneading against the pup's white fur and skin. Neither of them could stop wagging their tails, enthralled with their sex, giddy with love. Both of them had done this before, many times in fact, but it never got old.

"Why are you guys up so late?"

Chase yelped, immediately yanking back from Marshall's hole and swinging around on the spot with speed that was only made possible by the crystal that sat unnaturally clamped to his collar. Marshall reacted in less time, but still turned his head and covered his behind all the same. Both of them had a good reason for being surprised; that voice had come out of nowhere, and both of them easily assumed it might be Ryder catching them in the act, something they never wanted to be found out if they could help it...but both of them breathed a sigh of relief when the person who had interrupted them wasn't Ryder at all, but another of their crew-- a pup with grey and white two-toned fur stood staring at them, completely nude, with one ear floppy and the other rigidly pointed up. A green medal sat around his neck, attached to a similarly-coloured collar, with the insignia of recycling emblazoned on the metal.

"Rocky, you scared us--" Chase began, but he immediately halted as Rocky abruptly approached, poking at Chase's medal.

"Aren't you meant to have that?" The pup, Rocky, asked with squinting eyes. "Wouldn't Ryder get upset if you were taking them out without asking?"

"I-It was just to cheer up Marshall, and..." Chase's eyes trailed down as Rocky's did the same, and both of them clocked each other's boyish erections. "How long have you been watching?"

"Um...since you two started kissing." Rocky's nudity was pretty average-- for whatever reason, he often liked to sleep naked, and none of them particularly complained about it. Chase narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze back up, watching as Rocky stuck out his tongue and batted his eyelashes innocently enough, his tail wagging to and fro. Marshall watched from the railing as the German Shepherd approached the other canine, whose particular breed was hard to pin down, and Rocky's eyes widened and his grin grew wider as Chase reached out, grabbing a hold of the pup's member. He stroked the grey-coloured length and watched as Rocky's eyes glazed over.

"Do you want to join us?" Chase asked, his muzzle hovering inches from Rocky's own, and the boy let out something akin to a groan, humping lightly against Chase's hand, before he fervently nodded. Despite their close proximity, they didn't exchange a kiss-- instead, Chase more or less led the boy by the cock towards the railing, making a gesture with his other hand for Marshall to turn. The spotted boy did as he was told, and for good measure took off his pyjama shirt, tossing it to the floor nearby.

The Dalmatian knew what to do, since this wasn't their first threesome. He bent forwards all the same, keeping one hand on the metal wailing as he lifted his tail high, and the other two took position around Marshall's body, Chase once again taking the back as Rocky moved around the front, his own cut dick swinging mere inches from Marshall's muzzle. It took some adjusting to get back into the swing of things, but it didn't take long for Chase to line himself up and push back in again, which in turn made the Dalmatian sigh and close his eyes, delighting in the feeling of being so full. He briefly opened his eyes to look up at Rocky expectantly, which encouraged the pup to move closer, before the spotty boy moved his head forward and opened his mouth wide, encapsulating his muzzle over and around Rocky's twitching little length.

Rocky hummed, putting his hands atop the boy's head and curling around to his cheeks as he leaned over, truly getting into it whilst around the back, Chase kept his hands greedily clamped to Marshall's hips, using them as leverage whilst he thrust. Rocky humped slowly but diligently into Marshall's awaiting muzzle, his cock gliding along the length of his wet tongue and twitching eagerly with arousal whilst Chase slowly started to pick up speed, quickening to a relatively moderate pace in the boy's behind, his hips humping in a timely, lust-fuelled rhythm.

Despite their sordid act, they all made a conscious effort to keep quiet-- through the door that Rocky and Chase had come in through earlier was a hallway that also included their sleeping quarters. If they were to moan too loudly, it was almost guaranteed the others would wake up, and though they didn't necessarily mind, none of them particularly wanted to be interrupted at that moment. However, none of them could silence the sounds of their actual sex, neither the wet little slaps of Chase's cock thrusting in and out and his hips colliding with Marshall's boyish cheeks, nor Rocky's little humps that occasionally elicited a slurping sound from the Dalmatian's muzzle. Their moans, however, were at least muted, lapsed into little grunts and whimpers that they wrestled to restrain, Rocky especially. Though the canine's hands were wrapped firmly around Marshall's cheeks, he did eventually lift a hand to cover his own mouth, his eyes rolling upwards as his needy orgasm drew near. He humped into Marshall's mouth with reckless abandon, his little pouch-like nuts swinging and jiggling with every thrust as his member pumped, perfectly cradled by Marshall's attentive tongue. At the same time, the Dalmatian's innards flexed, spasming from Chase's needy thrusts, every other pump of the German Shepherd's hips somehow managing to reach the most sensitive spot inside Marshall's body. He, thankfully, had the luxury of a cock plugging his mouth to keep him quiet, or he might be the loudest of the bunch.

At the front, Rocky sagged his body, humping as fast as he could as he inevitably withdrew his hand from his mouth so he could openly hang it agape and pant, his tail fervently wagging with his impending orgasm. He lifted a leg, something that he did sometimes, and wildly thrust at a peculiar angle, making his rhythm irregular and uneasy as he closed his eyes to truly back in the sensation, blocking everything else out. Suddenly, with a final push, he nestled and pressed to Marshall's muzzle, stretching his leg out for a moment as he whimpered, clamping his mouth shut. Little droplets of salty seed oozed into the Dalmatian's mouth and Marshall wrapped his tongue around the cock to take it all, dragging it back and forth a little to help coax it further. Rocky's leg snapped back and he trembled, balancing on one paw, before he eventually lowered his limb back down. In the exertion of his orgasm, he shuddered from the sensitivity and slid back, his knees trembling from the effort he put in to fuck. Marshall tried to greedily take another couple of swipes with his tongue at the moment, but it was inevitably pulled out of his reach as Rocky staggered and leant up against the nearby railing, having to recuperate.

"Looks like I have you to myself." Chase remarked, suddenly sliding his hands forward and yanking Marshall upright, much to the Dalmatian's surprise. The younger pup arched his back as Chase pushed deep, kneading his hips against the cub's white-furred rump, before he snaked a hand towards his hip to hold him as the other moved up towards Marshall's neck. Chase kissed along his neck as the 6-year-old opened his mouth to moan, but Chase quickly plugged his noises with his fingers, probing them into the boy's mouth as he rolled his hips and started to thrust again, lapsing into short, rapid little humps. His muzzle roamed and peppered kisses against the Dalmatian's neck, his mouth occasionally opening too wide with a boyish need to bite, but he resisted the urge as he thrust, huffing against the fur. Marshall's member bounced up and down with desperation, his sensitive spot hit over and over by Chase's thrusts.

Marshall started to whimper around Chase's fingers, his face growing flushed, and the German Shepherd knew what was coming-- he was close too. He started to thrust as quickly as he could, his hips pounding and slamming as his pleasure grew, whilst all the while his hands gripped and his fingers toyed around Marshall's tongue, who eagerly licked at his digits. His whimpers became more acute and threatened to become louder, but in an instant it was over, at least for him. Marshall pushed his hips forward instinctively before slamming back against Chase's thrusting hips, his toes curling against the metal as his body trembled, and Rocky got a front-row seat to the pup's climax; tiny trickles shot from the end of his cock and splattered onto the metal, forming barely noticeable puddles. His innards squeezed and flexed in waves that only stimulated Chase more as he continued to hump, and the shudder that rolled through the German Shepherd's body was a clear indication that he was past the point of no return.

Chase huffed, sighing shakily against Marshall's neck, and his thrusts slowed to a near-halt as he pressed and relished the squeezing of his lover's hole. His orgasm rolled through him in a tidal wave of pleasure, and his young dick twitched and throbbed powerfully in the Dalmatian's behind, spurting little strings that were more voluminous than the other boy's own-- after all, he was a year older. He pushed to coax out every last drop, tenderly licking Marshall's neck as his hand slipped from the boy's mouth, and the two were left panting in post-orgasm bliss. Chase's hands ran down Marshall's body, stroking along his fluffy chest and down to his stomach, smearing the Dalmatian's spit across his body.

"Mmmh..." Chase murmured, taking a deep breath. "I l--"

"Guys!" The addition of another voice caught their attention, and the three of them turned their heads to see a familiar face in the doorway of their hall. A young bulldog stared back at them, his eyes initially wide with concern and alertness, before he frowned at their position.

"Wh-- Were you guys kissing out here and didn't invite us?" Rumble grumbled, waving a hand. "Not important. Skye's gone! So are all the crystals...well...bar that one."

"What?!" Chase immediately slid back, withdrawing from Marshall, on high alert. He looked to the other two, who were already more than willing to move past the tiredness of their sex to spring into action, and Rumble immediately turned to head back down the hall. The three of them followed, with Chase in the lead, a lump in his throat.

He had a bad feeling about this...