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Mother intends to get Sammy a pet feral to mate with, but has requested he be able to meet his favorite character from the show to ease the transition.\n\n[left][/left] Mrs. Reynolds opened the back door as he approached, stepping out of the house to speak with him. \"Good, your right on time. Sammy just sat down to watch the show. The feral puppy is in a crate in the shed, ready to go when you're done. Am I forgetting anything?\", she said, obviously anxious about the plan. The non-nondescript looking man placed a comforting paw on her shoulder as his form started to shift, \"That's everything Mrs. Reynolds. Don't worry, I'm a professional\". [left][/left] His body began shrinking rapidly, his plain clothes melting into him as his fur turned white with black spots. He removed his paw from her shoulder as he dropped to all fours, a red vest, and yellow collar forming over his fur. He did some light stretching to get used to the form as a water tank and fireman's hat formed on him to complete the transformation. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at the rabbit woman, wagging his new tail as he asked, \"Well, how do I look?\". [left][/left] \"Oh my! You look perfect! You even nailed the voice! Oh Sammy will be so happy!\", she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She quickly wiped her eyes and held the door open for him, \"Come on, before let's do this before I start losing it\". He followed her inside the house, waiting in the kitchen as she went to speak with Sammy in the living room. [left][/left] Sammy was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, wearing just his favorite pair of washable Paw Patrol print pull-ups. His mother watched silently for a moment as he watched the cartoon, a paw down the front and back of his pull-up, both moving frantically. His mother was once again disappointed to see no happiness in his face. Only quiet, empty lust. Gods, she hoped this broke him out of his stupor. [left][/left] \"Honey?\", she said gently, getting his attention as a commercial break started. Sammy turned to look at her, slowing, but not stopping his masturbation. \"Yes, Mommy?\", he replied, almost looking through her. Mrs. Reynolds steadied herself, \"You- um, you have a guest, dear\". Sammy looked down at the floor, \"I don't wanna see nobody\". [left][/left] \"If you don't wanna see me, then why do you keep watching my show?\", came a familiar voice from the next room. Sammy's head snapped up and his eyes went wide as his favorite cartoon character padded into the room. His little head shot back and forth between the Marshall sitting in front of him, wagging his tail, and Marshall clumsily collide with the other pups, on the TV. [left][/left] \"Marshall!\", Sammy whisper-screamed, incredulous that his favorite character was in his house. Marshall smiled brightly, \"That's me!\". Sammy pulled his paws out of his pull-up, his masturbation quickly forgotten, as he pounced on Marshall. \"H-hey!\", the dalmatian yelped as the kid locked him into a big, cuddly hug. \"OH MY GODS!!! MARSHALL! MARSHALL! I LOVE YOU! MARSHALL!\", Sammy cried out, more happy to meet his idol than he had ever been since he lost his father. [left][/left] Mrs. Reynolds had to cover her mouth, tears of joy welling up as she watched her boy smile for the first time in what felt like forever to the distraught mother. Despite her best efforts, her quiet outburst didn't go unnoticed by her son. \"Mommy?\", he said, looking up at her with his head cocked to the side. She pulled her paw away from her mouth, took a deep breath, and calmly answered the boy, \"I'm okay, dear. Just so, so, so happy to see you smiling again\". [left][/left] Sammy paused for a moment thinking, then turned to look at the dalmatian pup he had in a death grip. \"It's cause Marshall's here! I love Marshall! See, Mommy, Marshall\", the boy said, lifting the pup up for her to see. Marshall smiled at her, winking. Mrs. Reynolds chuckled happily, \"I know, honey. I let him in to see you, remember?\". Once again the bunny boy stopped to think, going over the turn of events. He had become so excited, he had confused himself, \"Oh yeah! Thank you, mommy!\". [left][/left] Looking at her son's smiling face, Mrs. Reynolds felt her strength waning, \"W-why don't you and Marshall play for a bit, while I go and make lunch?\". Sammy gave his mother a huge grin, \"Okay, Mommy!\", before starting to roll around on the floor with the pup. Mrs. Reynolds quickly ducked into the kitchen, then out the back door. She found a yard chair to sit in, and had the happiest cry of her life. [left][/left] Back in the house, Marshall noticed something poking him in the side, \"Uh? Hey, Sammy? I see you are super excited to see me\". The boy blushed as he, too, realized his stiffy was digging into the pup's side through his pull-up. He released his arms from Marshall, allowing the fire dog to stand on his own four paws. [left][/left] The boy was quiet for a moment, Marshall quickly realizing why. \"It's okay, Sammy\", he said, nuzzling the paws the bunny was using to hid his erection, \"I like you that much, too!\". The boy's face stopped starting to well up in tears, as his face brightened immensely, \"You do!\". \"Yeah!\", the pup cried as he began happily licking the boy's face, eliciting happy, ticklish laughter as the boy playfully tried to push the pup away. [left][/left] After almost three minutes of ticklish face licking, Marshall pulled back, allowing the boy a chance to breath. He looked at the recovering boy, glad to see him smiling. So far so good. \"Ya know, Sammy. [i]There's somewhere else I'd like to lick[/i]\". The bunny boy was actually confused for a moment, still a little young to understand innuendo. Sammy actually started looking at various parts of his body, trying to imagine if it would feel good to be licked there. [left][/left] \"No silly!, Marshall said, chuckling as the boy began trying to lick his own elbow. The boy, still confused, watched as the pup stepped up to him and lowered his head, \"I was thinking about trying right here\". The boy's eyes widened as the pup nuzzled the front of his padding. \"Oh yeah! Do that!\", the bunny boy said, yanking down the front of his padding and exposing his stiff bits to the pup. [left][/left] \"Don't mind if I do\", Marshall said happily as he went to work, dragging his slobbery, canine tongue and the boy's very rabbit-like bits. He started with the boy's nuts, which, like a feral rabbit, were above his cute little peen. The soft half orbs were super sensitive, the boy using all his strength to stay upright, wanting to watch as his favorite hero sucked and nibbled his testes. [left][/left] \"M-marshall! I, I, I d-don't think I c-can-\", the boy stuttered, his young body struggling against the pleasure. The pup looked up, concern in his eyes, \"Don't worry, Sammy! I'll save you!\". The pup heroically reburied his muzzle in the boy's crotch, this time wrapping his maw around the bunny's twitching cocklet. Sammy threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as the pup's warm wet mouth put him over the edge, causing the boy to flood the firedog's maw with bunny seed. [left][/left] The boy sat there panting for several minutes as Marshall sat up and enjoyed the taste of the six year old's spunk. \"Tha-that's why I wear my pull-up. Mommy s-said that little bunnies like me make sticky earlier than most other species, so I need to use my pull-up so I don't make a mess. And Daddy said that...\", the boy broke off, remembering his dead father. [left][/left] Marshall began to panic. The whole point of this was to help the boy move on, not rub it in! He had to say something, do something, or the whole thing is ruined! Oh no! The boy had gotten too quiet. He's shutting down, regressing inward. Say something! \"H-hey Sammy! You wan-\". \"Can we do what Daddy and me used to do together?\", the boy suddenly said, raising his head and looking at the pup. [left][/left] Marshall froze for a moment, surprised the boy had pulled himself back on his own. But that didn't mean he should stop now! \"Yeah! That sounds fun! Show me what you used to do with your daddy!\". Marshall relaxed as the bunny boy got up, pulled his pull-up up, and toddled over to the couch. Marshall gave the boy a boost onto the furniture, pushing his padded butt with his head. When he got situated, the boy motioned the pup to join him, which he did. [left][/left] \"So what do we do, Sammy\", Marshall asked, encouraging the boy to take the lead. \"Well, Daddy always had me get like this\". The boy and on his paws and knees, with his butt facing the pup. \"And then Daddy would pull down just the back of my pull-ups\". He reached back and yanked down the padding freeing his butt and cute, fluffy tail. However, he had to pull the front of his padding up a little, \"Mommy says to keep my padding in front of my peepee so I don't make a mess\". [left][/left] \"Okay, okay, cool! Now what?\", Marsahll asked, happy with the boy's composure. \"Umm... We got on the couch, got on paws and knees, pulled down the back, made sure the front was up, and then...\", the boy mumbled, going over his mental checklist, \"and then... and then he- Marshall!\". \"Yeah, Sammy!\". \"Hump me!\". \"Okay!\". [left][/left] The pup laughed in his own head, amused by how long it took the boy to realize he wanted to be filled by a penis. The pup stood up, revealing his stiff maleness to no one in particular. [i]This was the best part of the job[/i], the shapeshifter thought as he carefully mounted the little boy as his favorite hero. \"You ready?\", Marshall asked the boy under him as he poked his tailhole with his rod. \"Yeah!\". [left][/left] With that, Marshall eased his length into the boy, glad he was experienced enough that this didn't hurt him. It didn't take long for his puppy sized member to hilt in the boy's cute bunny butt, again, the shapeshifter glad the boy liked such a small character. He was there to help, not hurt. \"Comfortable enough for me to start, Sammy?\". The boy took a deep breath, obviously enjoying the first filling he'd had in a long time, \"Yeah, hump me, Marshall!\". [left][/left] The pup didn't need anymore encouragement as he pulled back about half way and then slammed back in, rocking the boy's body. \"OOH!\", the boy moaned. Again the pup pulled back, and then slammed in. \"OHH!\". Agian, slightly faster. \"AHH!\". Again. \"OHH!. AGAIN! \"EEH! HARDER!\". The pup complied, this time pulling all the way out, listening for a whimper from the bunny boy, before slamming back in with all his puppy might. \"OH GODS YES!! DADDY!\". [left][/left] The pup kept going, though he noted the boy calling out to his father. If this is how he needed to mourn, then this is how the shapeshifter would do it! SLAM! \"D-DADD-DY!!!\". SLAM! \"OHH! DADA!!!\". SALM! \"OHH! DADDY! GRAB MY PEEPEE!\". The pup complied, shoving a paw into the front of the boy's padding and squeezing the boy's cocklet as tight as his feral paws could. [left][/left] \"DDDDAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!\". [left][/left] From outside, Mrs. Reynolds could here her baby boy cry out in pleasure. She nearly fainted from joy, her hopes that this would work were so small. But she pulled herself together, she had a job to do now. Getting off the lawn chair, she made for the shed. [left][/left] Back on the couch, Sammy was exhausted. His face was awkwardly mashed into the cushions, with his leaking butt still stuck up in the air, as he took deep, satisfied breath after breath. Marshall was sitting calmly next to him, a little worn out, but able to calmly lick the boy's spunk from his paw. He kind of wished this character was known to smoke. He listened as the back door opened quietly, and finished cleaning his paw off. [left][/left] \"Hey Sammy, we should talk\", Marshall said nuzzling against the boy. The sat up, and gave him a sad look, \"You have to leave, don't you?\". The pup blinked, surprised the boy realized this, \"Well, yeah. I gotta go protect Adventure Bay with the rest of the Paw Patrol. They need me\". The boy seemed sad, but accepting that his hero had to leave him to save the day once more. [left][/left] \"I know, you have more important things to do than play with a boy like me\", the bunny boy said, before wrapping Marshall in a big, tight hug, \"Thank you for playing with me, Marshall\". The pup hugged him back, \"I'm so glad you understand, Sammy. But I have one last surprise for you\". The boy pulled back and looked at the pup, confused, \"You do!?\". [left][/left] Suddenly, a feral, and non-sentient, dalmatian puppy ran into the room and dove onto the boy, covering him and licks of utter joy. \"Ahhahahahaha! Oh my gods! hahahah!\", the boy laughed happily as the puppy seemed to try to taste every bit of him. Marshall stood tall and heroic as he addressed the boy once more, \"this is a friend of mine who needs someone to play with, just like you! Do you think you can be my hero and play with him the way you wanted me to play with you?\". [left][/left] \"Of course! Thank you Marshall!\", the boy said, pulling down his padding so the puppy could get familiar with his bits. [left][/left]\n[left][/left] Marshall sat in the kitchen with Mrs. Reynolds, listening to the boy and puppy [i]'playing'[/i] in the other room. \"Thank you so much for this\", The woman said, placing a paw and his shoulder. \"You're welcome ma'am. You get what you pay for with the Yiff-A-Wish company!\", the pup said happily, proud of his job. \"Ya know? You did such a good job, I think you deserve a bonus! If you're up to it, I mean!\", the rabbit woman said, seductively. [left][/left] The pup blushed as his client's mother came onto him, but also mentally looked at his schedule. \"Well, I AM of for the rest of the day. What, exactly, did you have in mind?\". \"Well, one of the main reasons Sammy and my late husband '[i]bonded'[/i] so much, was that I like it a little rougher than he could handle regularly\". [left][/left] The pup gulped as he was led to her bedroom, \"How rrr-ruff we talking?\". The woman just gave him a wicked smile as she opened the door, revealing the most extensive collection of bondage equipment he had ever seen. All he could do was whimper as the rabbit woman dragged him inside and shut the door.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "    
File No. 616     Client(s): Sammy Reynolds     Age(s): 6     Species(s):Rabbit     Sex(s): M
    
Form Used: Marshall from "Paw Patrol" children's cartoon
    
Preferences/Fetishes: gay, feral, pull-ups (no wp/scat)\t\t\t\t
    
Notes: Father died in a car accidents 4 months prior. Sammy and father had an open sexual relationship. Sammy slipped into deep depression, barely eating, making no attempt to make friends or socialize. Mother noted the only thing that cheered him up was "Paw Patrol" cartoon. Sammy would sit in front of the TV and masturbate, and seems especially attracted to the character Marshall. Mother intends to get Sammy a pet feral to mate with, but has requested he be able to meet his favorite character from the show to ease the transition.

     Mrs. Reynolds opened the back door as he approached, stepping out of the house to speak with him. "Good, your right on time. Sammy just sat down to watch the show. The feral puppy is in a crate in the shed, ready to go when you're done. Am I forgetting anything?", she said, obviously anxious about the plan. The non-nondescript looking man placed a comforting paw on her shoulder as his form started to shift, "That's everything Mrs. Reynolds. Don't worry, I'm a professional".
     His body began shrinking rapidly, his plain clothes melting into him as his fur turned white with black spots. He removed his paw from her shoulder as he dropped to all fours, a red vest, and yellow collar forming over his fur. He did some light stretching to get used to the form as a water tank and fireman's hat formed on him to complete the transformation. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at the rabbit woman, wagging his new tail as he asked, "Well, how do I look?".
     "Oh my! You look perfect! You even nailed the voice! Oh Sammy will be so happy!", she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She quickly wiped her eyes and held the door open for him, "Come on, before let's do this before I start losing it". He followed her inside the house, waiting in the kitchen as she went to speak with Sammy in the living room.
     Sammy was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, wearing just his favorite pair of washable Paw Patrol print pull-ups. His mother watched silently for a moment as he watched the cartoon, a paw down the front and back of his pull-up, both moving frantically. His mother was once again disappointed to see no happiness in his face. Only quiet, empty lust. Gods, she hoped this broke him out of his stupor.
     "Honey?", she said gently, getting his attention as a commercial break started. Sammy turned to look at her, slowing, but not stopping his masturbation. "Yes, Mommy?", he replied, almost looking through her. Mrs. Reynolds steadied herself, "You- um, you have a guest, dear". Sammy looked down at the floor, "I don't wanna see nobody".
     "If you don't wanna see me, then why do you keep watching my show?", came a familiar voice from the next room. Sammy's head snapped up and his eyes went wide as his favorite cartoon character padded into the room. His little head shot back and forth between the Marshall sitting in front of him, wagging his tail, and Marshall clumsily collide with the other pups, on the TV.
     "Marshall!", Sammy whisper-screamed, incredulous that his favorite character was in his house. Marshall smiled brightly, "That's me!". Sammy pulled his paws out of his pull-up, his masturbation quickly forgotten, as he pounced on Marshall. "H-hey!", the dalmatian yelped as the kid locked him into a big, cuddly hug. "OH MY GODS!!! MARSHALL! MARSHALL! I LOVE YOU! MARSHALL!", Sammy cried out, more happy to meet his idol than he had ever been since he lost his father.
     Mrs. Reynolds had to cover her mouth, tears of joy welling up as she watched her boy smile for the first time in what felt like forever to the distraught mother. Despite her best efforts, her quiet outburst didn't go unnoticed by her son. "Mommy?", he said, looking up at her with his head cocked to the side. She pulled her paw away from her mouth, took a deep breath, and calmly answered the boy, "I'm okay, dear. Just so, so, so happy to see you smiling again".
     Sammy paused for a moment thinking, then turned to look at the dalmatian pup he had in a death grip. "It's cause Marshall's here! I love Marshall! See, Mommy, Marshall", the boy said, lifting the pup up for her to see. Marshall smiled at her, winking. Mrs. Reynolds chuckled happily, "I know, honey. I let him in to see you, remember?". Once again the bunny boy stopped to think, going over the turn of events. He had become so excited, he had confused himself, "Oh yeah! Thank you, mommy!".
     Looking at her son's smiling face, Mrs. Reynolds felt her strength waning, "W-why don't you and Marshall play for a bit, while I go and make lunch?". Sammy gave his mother a huge grin, "Okay, Mommy!", before starting to roll around on the floor with the pup. Mrs. Reynolds quickly ducked into the kitchen, then out the back door. She found a yard chair to sit in, and had the happiest cry of her life.
     Back in the house, Marshall noticed something poking him in the side, "Uh? Hey, Sammy? I see you are super excited to see me". The boy blushed as he, too, realized his stiffy was digging into the pup's side through his pull-up. He released his arms from Marshall, allowing the fire dog to stand on his own four paws.
     The boy was quiet for a moment, Marshall quickly realizing why. "It's okay, Sammy", he said, nuzzling the paws the bunny was using to hid his erection, "I like you that much, too!". The boy's face stopped starting to well up in tears, as his face brightened immensely, "You do!". "Yeah!", the pup cried as he began happily licking the boy's face, eliciting happy, ticklish laughter as the boy playfully tried to push the pup away.
     After almost three minutes of ticklish face licking, Marshall pulled back, allowing the boy a chance to breath. He looked at the recovering boy, glad to see him smiling. So far so good. "Ya know, Sammy. There's somewhere else I'd like to lick". The bunny boy was actually confused for a moment, still a little young to understand innuendo. Sammy actually started looking at various parts of his body, trying to imagine if it would feel good to be licked there.
     "No silly!, Marshall said, chuckling as the boy began trying to lick his own elbow. The boy, still confused, watched as the pup stepped up to him and lowered his head, "I was thinking about trying right here". The boy's eyes widened as the pup nuzzled the front of his padding. "Oh yeah! Do that!", the bunny boy said, yanking down the front of his padding and exposing his stiff bits to the pup.
     "Don't mind if I do", Marshall said happily as he went to work, dragging his slobbery, canine tongue and the boy's very rabbit-like bits. He started with the boy's nuts, which, like a feral rabbit, were above his cute little peen. The soft half orbs were super sensitive, the boy using all his strength to stay upright, wanting to watch as his favorite hero sucked and nibbled his testes.
     "M-marshall! I, I, I d-don't think I c-can-", the boy stuttered, his young body struggling against the pleasure. The pup looked up, concern in his eyes, "Don't worry, Sammy! I'll save you!". The pup heroically reburied his muzzle in the boy's crotch, this time wrapping his maw around the bunny's twitching cocklet. Sammy threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as the pup's warm wet mouth put him over the edge, causing the boy to flood the firedog's maw with bunny seed.
     The boy sat there panting for several minutes as Marshall sat up and enjoyed the taste of the six year old's spunk. "Tha-that's why I wear my pull-up. Mommy s-said that little bunnies like me make sticky earlier than most other species, so I need to use my pull-up so I don't make a mess. And Daddy said that...", the boy broke off, remembering his dead father.
     Marshall began to panic. The whole point of this was to help the boy move on, not rub it in! He had to say something, do something, or the whole thing is ruined! Oh no! The boy had gotten too quiet. He's shutting down, regressing inward. Say something! "H-hey Sammy! You wan-". "Can we do what Daddy and me used to do together?", the boy suddenly said, raising his head and looking at the pup.
     Marshall froze for a moment, surprised the boy had pulled himself back on his own. But that didn't mean he should stop now! "Yeah! That sounds fun! Show me what you used to do with your daddy!". Marshall relaxed as the bunny boy got up, pulled his pull-up up, and toddled over to the couch. Marshall gave the boy a boost onto the furniture, pushing his padded butt with his head. When he got situated, the boy motioned the pup to join him, which he did.
     "So what do we do, Sammy", Marshall asked, encouraging the boy to take the lead. "Well, Daddy always had me get like this". The boy and on his paws and knees, with his butt facing the pup. "And then Daddy would pull down just the back of my pull-ups". He reached back and yanked down the padding freeing his butt and cute, fluffy tail. However, he had to pull the front of his padding up a little, "Mommy says to keep my padding in front of my peepee so I don't make a mess".
     "Okay, okay, cool! Now what?", Marsahll asked, happy with the boy's composure. "Umm... We got on the couch, got on paws and knees, pulled down the back, made sure the front was up, and then...", the boy mumbled, going over his mental checklist, "and then... and then he- Marshall!". "Yeah, Sammy!". "Hump me!". "Okay!".
     The pup laughed in his own head, amused by how long it took the boy to realize he wanted to be filled by a penis. The pup stood up, revealing his stiff maleness to no one in particular. This was the best part of the job, the shapeshifter thought as he carefully mounted the little boy as his favorite hero. "You ready?", Marshall asked the boy under him as he poked his tailhole with his rod. "Yeah!".
     With that, Marshall eased his length into the boy, glad he was experienced enough that this didn't hurt him. It didn't take long for his puppy sized member to hilt in the boy's cute bunny butt, again, the shapeshifter glad the boy liked such a small character. He was there to help, not hurt. "Comfortable enough for me to start, Sammy?". The boy took a deep breath, obviously enjoying the first filling he'd had in a long time, "Yeah, hump me, Marshall!".
     The pup didn't need anymore encouragement as he pulled back about half way and then slammed back in, rocking the boy's body. "OOH!", the boy moaned. Again the pup pulled back, and then slammed in. "OHH!". Agian, slightly faster. "AHH!". Again. "OHH!. AGAIN! "EEH! HARDER!". The pup complied, this time pulling all the way out, listening for a whimper from the bunny boy, before slamming back in with all his puppy might. "OH GODS YES!! DADDY!".
     The pup kept going, though he noted the boy calling out to his father. If this is how he needed to mourn, then this is how the shapeshifter would do it! SLAM! "D-DADD-DY!!!". SLAM! "OHH! DADA!!!". SALM! "OHH! DADDY! GRAB MY PEEPEE!". The pup complied, shoving a paw into the front of the boy's padding and squeezing the boy's cocklet as tight as his feral paws could.
     "DDDDAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!".
     From outside, Mrs. Reynolds could here her baby boy cry out in pleasure. She nearly fainted from joy, her hopes that this would work were so small. But she pulled herself together, she had a job to do now. Getting off the lawn chair, she made for the shed.
     Back on the couch, Sammy was exhausted. His face was awkwardly mashed into the cushions, with his leaking butt still stuck up in the air, as he took deep, satisfied breath after breath. Marshall was sitting calmly next to him, a little worn out, but able to calmly lick the boy's spunk from his paw. He kind of wished this character was known to smoke. He listened as the back door opened quietly, and finished cleaning his paw off.
     "Hey Sammy, we should talk", Marshall said nuzzling against the boy. The sat up, and gave him a sad look, "You have to leave, don't you?". The pup blinked, surprised the boy realized this, "Well, yeah. I gotta go protect Adventure Bay with the rest of the Paw Patrol. They need me". The boy seemed sad, but accepting that his hero had to leave him to save the day once more.
     "I know, you have more important things to do than play with a boy like me", the bunny boy said, before wrapping Marshall in a big, tight hug, "Thank you for playing with me, Marshall". The pup hugged him back, "I'm so glad you understand, Sammy. But I have one last surprise for you". The boy pulled back and looked at the pup, confused, "You do!?".
     Suddenly, a feral, and non-sentient, dalmatian puppy ran into the room and dove onto the boy, covering him and licks of utter joy. "Ahhahahahaha! Oh my gods! hahahah!", the boy laughed happily as the puppy seemed to try to taste every bit of him. Marshall stood tall and heroic as he addressed the boy once more, "this is a friend of mine who needs someone to play with, just like you! Do you think you can be my hero and play with him the way you wanted me to play with you?".
     "Of course! Thank you Marshall!", the boy said, pulling down his padding so the puppy could get familiar with his bits.

     Marshall sat in the kitchen with Mrs. Reynolds, listening to the boy and puppy 'playing' in the other room. "Thank you so much for this", The woman said, placing a paw and his shoulder. "You're welcome ma'am. You get what you pay for with the Yiff-A-Wish company!", the pup said happily, proud of his job. "Ya know? You did such a good job, I think you deserve a bonus! If you're up to it, I mean!", the rabbit woman said, seductively.
     The pup blushed as his client's mother came onto him, but also mentally looked at his schedule. "Well, I AM of for the rest of the day. What, exactly, did you have in mind?". "Well, one of the main reasons Sammy and my late husband 'bonded' so much, was that I like it a little rougher than he could handle regularly".
     The pup gulped as he was led to her bedroom, "How rrr-ruff we talking?". The woman just gave him a wicked smile as she opened the door, revealing the most extensive collection of bondage equipment he had ever seen. All he could do was whimper as the rabbit woman dragged him inside and shut the door.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Yiff-A-Wish - Paw Patrol", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "9", "views": "2181" }