The last thing Rocky remembered was being called via his Pup Tag by Ryder and told to collect a package from Katie at her salon. He was then to transport that package back to the Lookout and bring it to the underground storage bunker. Rocky then gasped as it clicked into place! He had indeed gone into the bunker, and proceeded to bring the package to the designated storage spot. But once he had secured it, he was jumped from behind as he was walking back towards the elevator! Someone had grabbed him from behind and pressed a wet rag to his muzzle, after which he began to feel sleepy. "It must've been chloroform," Rocky thought, "I heard Marshall talking about that stuff." Well, at least he now knew what had happened, but he still didn't know why. Rocky then resumed his struggling and grunting, determined to escape.
"Grrrr. Hello?" Rocky called out, still tugging at his bonds to no avail, "Is anyone there? Guys? If this is some kind of joke, it's not very funny! C'mon, lemme go! Why am I tied up like this?" The pup grumbled under his breath as he continued to struggle. Then, a voice spoke up. A very familiar voice.
"'Why are you tied up like that?'" it said, "Well because you are being punished, silly pup!" Rocky gasped. He knew that voice, but it couldn't be! There was just no way!
"R-ryder?" said Rocky, his voice trembling, "Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me, pup."
"B-but why? Why am I being punished? What have I done wrong!?"
"Well, you're overworking yourself," said Ryder, gently petting the pup's head, "I mean, don't get me wrong. You are a good boy, but Marshall has had to give you treatment three times within the last month alone! First you end up with a cold, then a black eye from that ball launcher you made, and finally you busted your left leg repairing that sign for Mr. Porter."
"B-but Ryder, I-" Rocky began, but Ryder cut him off by placing a finger to the pup's lips
"You know it's true," said Ryder, making a 'shhh'-ing sound as he spoke, "and you barely rested in between each occasion. That's not good, Rocky. You need to learn to take it easy, and I'm gonna teach you how." Rocky gave a feeble whine of protest as he felt Ryder begin to rub his belly, moving his hand lower as he rubbed.The pup moaned and fidgeted as Ryder had started stroking his flaccid cock. At this, Rocky's face turned cherry-red.
"A-aah! R-ryder, wh-what are you-?" Rocky started to ask, but waas stopped abruptly as Ryder had stepped away."
"It's like I said, Rocky," aid Ryder with a wicked smirk, 'I'm gonna teach you how to take it easy.'" And before the pup coould question him further, Ryder stood back and snapped his fingers. At once, a blue aura surounded his hands, which Ryder then pointed towards Rocky. Seemingly at once, spectral-like pink tongues popped from outta nowhere and, at Ryder's indication, began licking Rocky's armpits, nipples, bare feet, cock, and his butt hole. The pup himself was in hysterics, not knowing exactly was licking his body nor understanding why it felt so good. Rocky began giggle, thrash, and moan as the tongues did their work.
"Ahahahahaha! Ryhihihihidher hahaha," laughed Rocky.
"I told you you would learn to relax," said Ryder, "and this is how I'll be teaching you. You'll have just kick back and enjoy yourself - not that you have any choice in the matter. Well, I have to go tend to some business with the other pups. See you in a few hours, Rocky!" As Ryder left the room, Rocky continued to struggle and giggle. Despite how pleasurable it felt, Rocky knew he was not going anywere anytimne soon.
This is my 1st ever paid commission from \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
| \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tWinickLim\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
Please visit Winick's Patreon and give him your love and support!
Rocky and all things Paw Patrol belong to Nickelodeon/ Nick Jr.
Edit: I finally got Rocky's feetpaws adjusted to the proper color X3.