The ground was entirely covered in an icy white frost, and the air was freezing cold as it continued to snow outside. It already had for hours on end, and wasn't showing any signs of letting up any time soon. That didn't matter much, though, as inside the cozy Paw Patrol headquarters, a fire was burning brightly to warm up the place.

Most of the pups were set on staying indoors and relaxing, but at least one of them, the ever excitable Dalmatian, Marshall, was happily prancing about in the snow...or at least, he had been. Eventually, things got too cold even for him, and he ended heading—or rather, bouncing—inside. "WhoOaAAaa!!" He yelled as the giant ball of snow he had gotten stuck in collided with the building's interior wall. The yelling got a delayed reaction from Rocky and Zuma, who had been peacefully watching TV until then.

"You okay over there, dude?" Asked Zuma. Both of them were looking in the direction of the entrance, but neither was concerned enough to actually get up and check on him. It was Marshall, after all.

"I-I-I-I-I'm g-g-good!! Brrrr!!!" Marshall cheerfully replied, teeth chattering as he hopped out of the snow mound. He trotted over to the TV area with the others, lying over one of the pillows by Zuma. "W-w-w-whatc-cha d-d-doin'?" He asked.

Hearing how cold he was, though, Rocky got up from his comfy position in the corner of the room, draping a blanket over the shivering pup. "Y'know Marshall, it's bad to always stay outside until you're this cold." He chastised, ignoring the question.

"H-h-haahaha, y-yeah, I guess y-you're r-right! I-I'm t-turning into a-a-a-a p-pups-sicle! H-haah-ha-ha!" Marshall replied, earning an eye roll from both of them as he snuggled under the warm blanket. "Ahh...t-thanks~..."

"No problem." Rocky replied, walking around Marshall and taking a seat besides Zuma, snuggling up to him for warmth.

"...We've just been watching Chwistmas specials together. There's a marathon wight now." He mentioned, putting an arm over Rocky and pulling him in closer, causing the mongrel to blush a bit.

"Oh c-cool!! I-I love C-Christmas s-s-specials!!" Marshall replied excitedly, turning toward the TV to join them in their watching. The special seemed to be about a snow hare or something, doing...something Christmas related. Marshall would never know as he immediately started talking again, "Oh y-yeah!! It's almost Christmas!!" He pointed out, tail wagging. "W-Whaddaya guys w-want for C-Christmas?"

"Oh ummmmm....I dunno."

"What?! Y-you don't know?? B-But it's Christmas!" Marshall repeated, surprised. "You gotta want something!!"

Rocky just shrugged. "I never really want a lot."

"Heh...don't worry about Wocky. He's alweady got what he wants~." Zuma mentioned.

The other two both replied with a simultaneous, "Huh?" to which Zuma elaborated.

"Eheh...yeah, I've got Wocky a biiiig wed wocket to play with~." Rocky's jaw dropped as he heard that, his face quickly turning beat red.

"Z-Zuma!!!" 

Marshall just looked confused, though. "Red rocket?" He replied.

"M-Marshall!! J-Just ignore him!!"

"Whaaat? I thought you liked my wed wocket, Wocky..." Marshall couldn't see it, but Zuma gave Rocky a grope with the arm he had wrapped around him, causing him to mouth a yelp.

"Zuma, s-seriously!! I-In front of Marshall?! Really?!" 

"Psshh! You know if he wasn't here, you'd loooove to have a taste wight now~."

Rocky looked mortified by Zuma's teasing, but Marshall suddenly had a revelation. "OH! Like a rocket pop?!"

The two looked over at the smiling boy, both taking a moment to process it. Zuma only snickered as Rocky started, "M-Marshall...n-no, t-that's—"

"—No, no! You're wight Marshall! Wocky LOOOOVES wocket pops! So I got him a weeal big one!" Zuma interrupted.

"A big one?"

"Uh-huh! It's huge! At least 9 inches long!"

"Z-ZUMA!!"

"Wow...I didn't know they made them that big!" Marshall replied, impressed. 

"Yeah haha...believe it or not, they make them bigger too! I hear Wubble's found a HUGE one for him to twy...what was it, 12 inches, Wocky?"

"Rubble's getting him rocket pops too?!"

"M-Marshall....!" Rocky sounded like he might cry from embarrassment.

"...Yeah, he sucks on them all the time, he's a weal slu...gweedy for them, he never wants to share." Zuma's tail was wagging very fast right now, but Rocky looked like he may pass out from blood overflowing to his face.

"Wow, huh...I never knew that...I'm surprised you just want rocket pops though, Rocky...or...should I say Rocky Pops?! Hahahah!" He started bursting out into laughter, which Zuma joined him in.

Zuma chuckled. "Haha, good one Marshall!"

"I...I hate you guys...." Rocky muttered, although neither seemed to hear him.

"...Oh! I should go ask Chase what he wants for Christmas!" Marshall blurted, about to get up and run.

The two perked up at that, though. "A, ah! M-Marshall, wait, dude!" Zuma called. "That...might not be such a good idea."

Marshall, confused, turned to look at him. "Huh? Why not?"

"U-umm...well...Chase is sorta..."

"...Miserable." Rocky finished.

"...Yeah."

"W-What?! Why?!" How did that happen?! He was fine when he talked with him this morning!

"Well...fwom what I heard..." Zuma started. "He kinda...asked Skye out to the Chwistmas dance."

"And she said yes?!" Marshall asked, prompting two raised eyebrows directed at him. "...Er...I mean...she said...no...?"

Rocky nodded his head. "Yeah. Or...well, kinda. She didn't say no, but..."

"....She's alweady going with Wubble." Zuma finished this time.

"Ohhhh...I see..." Marshall looked rather contemplative all of a sudden, no longer his usual energetic self. "...well...I still want to talk to him! Maybe I can cheer him up some." He said, tail slowly wagging with optimism.

"....Mmm...well, if anyone could, I bet it would be you, Marshall." Rocky mentioned.

"Yeah. Or Wocky."

"H-Huh? Me?" Rocky questioned.

"Yeah, dude! You could...oh! Oh wait, Marshall!"

"Yeah?"

"If you're gonna talk to Chase..." Zuma grinned, barely containing the urge to laugh. "Tell him that Wocky's waiting for his wed wocket!"
 
"ZUMA!"

"Oh! Uh...okay! Got it!" Marshall nodded.

"N-No, wait! Marshall, don't actuall..." Rocky started, but he was already running off.

"Wish me luck guys!! Have fun sucking red rockets Rocky!!" Marshall called out as he left the room, causing Zuma to start sniggering hysterically and Rocky to bury his face into the pillow he was lying on.

Marshall would eventually find Chase staring into the HQ's fireplace, looking rather sullen as his head was about as low as it could be. He didn't seem to even notice the Dalmatian as he entered the room, too deep in thought to care.

Not discouraged by his friend's gloomy demeanour, he happily trotted up to him from behind. "Hey Chase!" He greeted.

Chase lazily turned to look at the dalmatian, his face hardly changing expression, but ultimately returned to staring into the fireplace. "...Hey, Marshall." He sounded despondent, listless.

"I was wondering where I'd find you!" He sat down beside his friend looking into the fire with him. "Ahhh...you know this is actually pretty nice! I was cold after I came inside."

Seconds ticked away without any sign of a response, not even a hint that he had actually heard him. Chase abruptly responded, though, with a curt "Yeah. I bet." Dang. It seemed he hadn't cheered up yet!

"...Yeah! But, I'm pretty warm now!" Marshall started, his tail happily thumping against the floor behind him. It always seemed to do that whenever he was around Chase! "Rocky gave me a blanket to use, and I stopped feeling cold after that." He explained. "I hadn't even realized while I was outside just how cold I was, but, after I got inside, it was SUPER noticeable! It's kind of weird." He was noticeably rambling now. "I mean...you'd think that it'd feel coldest when you're outside in the cold, but instead, you hardly even notice it! And then when you go somewhere warm you actually notice it! It's like completely backwards. Weird, right? And the same thing happens in Summer too—"

"Marshall." Chase said.

"—it'll be suuuuper hot out, and you won't really notice it cuz you get so used to it—"

"Marshall!" Chase repeated, stern with his voice raised, but not angry.

"—so then when you...huh? Whuh?" Marshall was finally pulled out of his babbling trance, causing Chase to just sigh.

"Look, Marshall, I'm not really in a talking mood, okay?"

"Oh! Well that's fine! We can start playing then!" Marshall suggested, eagerly standing up.

"No, I don't want to play either." 

"Aww, c'mon! It'll be so much fun!" Marshall insisted. "We don't gotta go outside since it's so cold if you don't want to!"

"Not right now Marshall."

"Ooo I know! We can play Pup Pup Boogie!" Marshall suggested. "I bet Zuma and Rocky would let us use the TV if we asked them to! They're just watching Christmas movies right now...oh! Or we could watch them with them if you want! Or we coul—"

"MARSHALL!" Chase suddenly snapped. "I don't want to hang out right now!" He told him, looking at the pup with a scowl. Marshall, in turn, flinched at the sudden outburst. He had never seen Chase mad at him before. It made him feel uneasy. In fact, it bothered him so much that his own smile went away, replaced with a concerned frown. "I....ugh...Sorry, Marshall, I didn't mean to yell, but...I just want to be alone right now."

There was a lingering moment of almost pure silence, nothing but the crackling of the warm fire able to be heard. Eventually, though, Marshall finally spoke up again. "B-but...that's so sad!" Marshall told him.

"Well, it's what I want." Chase replied. "Go back and have fun with Rocky and Zuma, okay?"

"No! I can't do that!" Marshall persisted. "Not if you're gonna be here all by yourself!" He took a seat beside his friend again, smiling once more. "I'm just gonna stay here with you."

"Didn't I just say I wanted to be alone?" He asked.

"Yeah, but, it's not good to be alone when you're sad." Marshall rested his head against Chase. "Especially not this close to Christmas."

"Ugh...fine." It did actually feel nice having Marshall with him, but his underlying sadness persisted. "I still don't want to talk, though."

"Mmm...well that's okay, you can just listen, then!" The boy's tail was wagging happily behind him. Chase rolled his eyes, but he kept on going anyway. "So, earlier while I was playing, just before I came inside, I saw a bunny! He was pure white, and blended in with the snow! He was like camouflaged! I tried to say hi, but, he ran away when I tried to...I dunno where he went—there was like nothing but snow—but somehow he hid somewhere. Oh...maybe he went into the snow?! I feel like I would've seen that, though...although maybe not, hmm...well, anyway, after seeing the bunny—oh yeah! I thought that was surprising, cuz, I thought bunnies hibernated! But I guess that one woke up early, hahahaha! But anyway, after I saw him, I..." he kept on rambling and rambling about the bunny, his search for him, other things he did while outside, and just generally talking Chase's ear off. Surprisingly he didn't yell, though. In fact, while he had initially been side-eyeing the dalmatian as he spoke, his head had, at some point or another, turned to completely face him. Marshall continued just staring into the bright fire as he chattered away, completely oblivious to his friend staring at him, looking into those pretty blue eyes of his...he had never seen anyone else with eyes that blue, that bright...it was pretty cute, honestly. Chase was honestly more focused on them than he was Marshall's story about...what, a squirrel, or something? He really wasn't listening. As he looked into them, he started thinking how he really hadn't seen anyone with eyes as pretty as Marshall's. Even Skye's, while fine in their own right, didn't come close. They were plain brown like his own, hardly standing out.

"...Gah, what am I even thinking...?" He shook his head. Why was he thinking about Marshall like that? In fact, why was he thinking about Skye like that? He didn't like her, why would he care? ...but if he didn't like her, then why did he even ask her out to the dance? To go as friends? Yeah, sure, that seemed likely. And now he was just sulking about it—that she was going with Rubble instead...or at least, he had been until Marshall showed up. That alone disrupted his thoughts quite a bit, and his incessant babbling pulled him out from them even further, not letting his mind linger on his depressive thoughts very easily. "...Why is Marshall here anyway? I told him to leave." He hadn't, though, and was still talking. He knew he was sad though, right? "Is...is he trying to cheer me up?" That was rather sweet of him, if that were the case...but also a bit embarrassing, considering what he had been sad about. But, mostly sweet. He couldn't help but wonder, though. "...Hey, Marshall."

"...and since my hat fell off, I needed to go back where I came from and....huh?" Marshall had been cut off mid-sentence. "What is it?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This...like, this whole..." he sat up, moving his paw in a circular motion in Marshall's face. "...talking thing."

"Oh! Well, Zuma said you were sad, so...I wanted to cheer you up!" He told him bluntly, tail wagging. "Why? Did it work?!"

"Eh...kinda?" Chase shook his head, "But no, I meant, more like...why did you care?" He asked. "I mean, you could've just left when I asked you to. I would've gotten over it."

"Well...yeah, but....I thought I could cheer you up faster!" Marshall explained. "Oh, speaking of that...I don't think you should feel so sad!" He told him. "I mean...even if Skye is going to the dance with Rubble, you can still go with someone else!"

Chase winced. Why did Zuma have to be so specific? He could've just said he was sad without giving a reason. Embarrassing... "Ah...Someone else? Like who though?" He eventually asked.

"Well...umm....I dunno who else, but....hmm..."

"...I mean, I guess I could, but, it wouldn't really be the same."

"Huh? Why not?" Marshall tilted his head in confusion.

"Well, I wanted to go with Skye because I li...." Chase blushed a bit, looking away. "Uh, w-well...because she's my best friend, y'know?"

"I thought I was your best friend?!" Marshall immediately asked, bringing their noses together. He leaned in so fast that it actually startled Chase a bit, nearly causing him to fall over. The dalmatian looked rather concerned, though, or maybe even upset.

"Wha...? Uh...w-well, I mean...yeah you are my best friend Marshall, but—"

"But you just said Skye was!"

"Well yeah but—"

"So which is it?! Who's your best friend then!?!" Marshall was pressing up against Chase without really meaning to, completely invading his personal space and pressuring him to give an answer.

"UhHhhh....w-well it's different c-cuz, she's a girl, and you're a boy, so..."

"OH!" Marshall blurted, finally looking more relaxed and sitting back down. "So I'm your best boy friend, right?" He asked.

Chase just blinked. Did he hear that right? "My...boyfriend?"

"Yeah! We're boy friends, right?" He asked, to which Chase gave a puzzled and bewildered look, not really sure what to say to that. "I guess I just never really looked at it like that before, haha. But I guess that would make it different! I mean, I'm used to having a lot of boy friends..." he smiled at Chase. "...You're my favourite boy friend, obviously!" He turned back to the fire. "But, Skye's pretty much the only girl friend I've had so I sorta forget that having a boy friend is different from having a girl friend—"

"OH!! You mean boy FRIEND!!" Chase, who's mind had been racing for several intense seconds, had finally had an epiphany.

"Whaa—? Uh...huh? Yeah?" Marshall was the confused one now. "We are boy friends, right?"

Chase suddenly started blushing, the confusion turning to embarrassment as he realized Marshall had no idea what he was saying. "Uhhh...y-yeah... we're...boyfrien—I MEAN, boy friends. Haha..." he awkwardly looked away, still blushing.

"Uhh...yeah! We are! So, it's pretty different. I mean, you could kiss a girl friend! That'd be so weird, though...kissing...blegh! It's gross, right? Haha. I wonder why grown-ups do gross stuff like that!" Marshall started rambling again, and Chase once again wasn't listening.

Chase was again distracted by Marshall, looking into his beautiful blue eyes again, but this time he was more distracted by what he had said. His 'boy friend'...it was an innocent mistake, but the repeated claim of being his 'boy friend' couldn't go unheard by the shepherd, immediately thinking of Marshall as...well, his boyfriend. It was odd as Chase didn't consider himself gay in the slightest, and yet, the idea of that hadn't repulsed him. In fact, he just started thinking about how correct that felt...if he did like boys, he probably would go with someone like Marshall. He was cute and slim...his eyes trailed down the other's body, studying his soft, round features. He was by far the slimmest member of the team, second only to Skye, but his much taller height made his own slimness stand out much more than hers...Chase had always told himself that Marshall being cute was 'objective', like anyone could plainly just see that...but in reality, maybe he did just think Marshall was cute. The way he always followed him around, looked up to him, got easily excited about everything...it was all cute, and he loved hanging around him for it. And yet, despite all of that, the idea of them dating never crossed his mind, but now Marshall had accidentally planted the seed in his head. He suddenly felt like he was looking at his friend in a whole new light.

"...Hey, Marshall..." he started, cutting him off again.

"Huh—? What's up?" Marshall asked, turning to face Chase. He couldn't help but notice he was looking at him kind of funny.

"We're...we're boyfriends, right?" Chase asked, standing up.

"Yeah of course!" Marshall responded excitedly.

"So...if we're boyfriends, then, that means we get to do...boyfriend things together, right?"

"Huh? Uhhh...yeah! Like play in the snow?"

"No—well, maybe later, but...I meant, we can do things right here...things that we couldn't if we weren't...boyfriends."

"Right here?" Marshall tilted his head.

"Yeah! There's all kinds of things boyfriends can do that normal friends wouldn't do..."

"We're not normal friends?" Marshall asked. Why did Chase's voice sound so funny? Kind of...deep?

"No, you said so yourself, remember? We're boyfriends...which means we can do all kinds of fun stuff~." Chase's voice was low and husky, and his eyes were practically banging the boy already.

"Oh uh, yeah....What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff like this~." Without warning, Chase suddenly pressed his muzzle to Marshall's, giving the boy a kiss. Marshall's eyes grew wide and his whole body froze up in shock. Eventually, though, Chase pulled away, looking deep into his boyfriend's eyes. "See~?" He was so close that Marshall could feel his breath panting on him.

"D...did you just kiss me?!" Marshall asked.

"Mhm! Here, I can do it again, too~." Before Marshall could even respond, Chase already went in for another kiss, getting a bit deeper into it as he pushed Marshall back a bit. "Haahh...see~? Fun, right~?"

Marshall's face was actually bright red now! "B-But why?! I-I thought you were supposed to kiss girls?!" He asked, flabbergasted.

"Well, normally, but...it's different when you're boyfriends. When you're boyfriends, you kiss each other—like this! Mmmwaah....mmmm...see~?" Chase kissed him one more time to prove a point. "This would be weird if we were friends, but it's fine since we're boyfriends~." 

"B-But!! T-This is weird!!" Marshall said, blushing.

"That's just because you aren't used to it! It's a lot of fun when you are!" Chase said, kissing him again. Marshall actually pulled away this time though, no longer completely frozen.

"I-I-I don't know if I WANT to get used to it!!!" He told him.

"Aww...I thought you said you wanted to cheer me up?" Chase asked.

"H-Huh?? I-I do!!"

"Well...Marshall...if you REALLY want to cheer me up...then...doing stuff like this...will do it! Not...silly stories about squirrels."

"UuUuhhHhMmm...." Marshall was a bit speechless. He did want to help Chase out, but...kissing him?! That was just weird!!!

"Pleeeease Marshall? I neeed this..." he begged, kissing him again.

"I-I-I-I—!" He gulped. This was weird! REALLY really weird!! But...he wanted to help, s-so... "A...a-alright...." he reluctantly answered. It seemed Chase wasn't lying, though, as his bushy tail suddenly started wagging when he said that, which actually put him at ease a bit.

"Thank you Marshall~!" Now having his approval, he basically pounced onto the pup, pinning him against the floor and locking their lips together, sloppily making out with the shocked boy. "Aaahh~! Mmm....Marshall~! You're so light....mmmm....ahhh...mwaahh....mmm...you're gonna be perfect for this~!"

"P-Perfect for w-wha—MmMMnNnff!!" Marshall's lips were sealed again before he could answer, and his legs were suddenly lifted up into the air on either side of his head. "Bwaaah! C-Chase?! W-what are you doing??"

"Haaah~! We're gonna do more boyfriend stuff, obviously! Right? That's okay right~?"

"U-Umm, I-I guess so but—aAaaHhh~!" Marshall yelped as Chase suddenly reached down and groped his round ass, digging his hands in deep and squeezing them. They were so soft! 

"You have such a nice butt! Can't believe I never noticed before!" He gave them a light spank and they jiggled for a solid 10 seconds! He couldn't help but watch, hypnotized by the sight. "Woww..."

"C-Chase, what are you—MmMMmMmm!!?!" Their lips suddenly came together again, except this time, Chase's tongue shoved its way into his mouth! It was really weird feeling Chase's tongue inside his mouth, but perhaps not as weird as feeling his finger in his butt?! What the heck was he doing?!

"Fuck, Marshall is so tight~! Definitely a virgin....he's so cute when he's blushing~!" Chase thought as he made out with him, digging his finger all around his ass, soon adding a second one, all the while his cock was growing rock hard. "Haaah~! M-Marshall~!" He panted out when he finally pulled away.

"C-Chase?! W-What are you doing?! AahH~!" Marshall quickly asked.

"I-I told you! B-Boyfriend things!" With that, he withdrew his fingers, lining his fat cock with his hole instead. "J-Just watch!! Y-You'll love it!!" With that, Chase grabbed Marshall's thighs and pushed back, effortlessly pushing him into an extremely folded mating press position.

"B-But...AaH?! W-what's—?!" The blushing dalmatian felt something warm rubbing against his hole! 

Chase had considered going easy, but...nah, fuck that. He wanted Marshall's first time to be one he wouldn't soon forget. He roughly, without warning, slammed down, forcing his tight hole to stretch open to accommodate his size, completely tearing away his virginity in the process. "AaAAaaahhh yEeaaAAah~!" Chase moaned out with glee. This felt even better than he expected! Marshall was so warm and tight! His virgin hole was clenching desperately around his cock to try and push it back out, but that just felt even better! He wasted no time pulling back and slamming back down, roughly fucking the boy within seconds of penetrating him. "M-MaaAarshall~! Yeaaah! F-fuck! Aahh, I-I was right! T-This is perfect! F-fuuuck~! I-I needed this so bad!!"

"ChAaAAasEeE aaHahahaAAAaAhh~!" Marshall moaned and groaned, no idea what was happening as it felt like his insides were on fire as Chase tore them wide open with his cock.

"Y-YeaAhh! F-fuckin' moan my n-name~! Yeah, f-fuck~!" Marshall's ass made a loud spanking sound each time his hips slammed into them. This was just too good! Too perfect! Marshall turned into a completely incomprehensible moaning mess, to the point it wasn't even clear if he was just moaning or trying to say something. The throbbing of his little pecker told Chase, though, that he was loving it regardless. That was fun, but, he wanted more control, so as he continued railing Marshall's now red ass, he leaned even further forward, forcing their lips together again and shoving his tongue all the way in, exploring Marshall's mouth as he brutally and ruthlessly mated him. They were so loud together in there that it was doubtful nobody heard them, but Chase did not care at all. This felt amazing! Even if the whole of Adventure Bay were able to hear him, he wouldn't care. In fact, that would just be all the better—everyone would know Marshall was his bitch now, he belonged to him. Just like this fat ass he couldn't keep his hands off of!

Chase went at the poor boy's ass nonstop for nearly an hour, pounding, spanking, and squeezing it to his heart's content as Marshall was completely unable to do anything about it, helpless as Chase's fat knot constantly slammed against his tight ass. It wasn't until Chase could feel himself starting to get close that he started making a serious effort to get fully inside, putting extra focus on his thrusts as he tried hard to forcefully fit his knot inside him. Unfortunately, though, Marshall's hole was being stubborn. So instead, Chase stopped his thrusts, and he stopped the kiss. He started withdrawing his cock from his tight hole, briefly making the out-of-breath boy think they were done.

Chase then slammed his entire cock back in with one thrust, his knot slamming painfully hard against his ass. "AAaAaAAaAaaGghHh~!" Marshall moaned, only for Chase to do it again. And again. And again. And again.

"FuUCK!! LET! IT! IN!!!" Chase grunted, emphasizing each word with a harsh slam of his cock. His knot STILL wouldn't go in, though, and he was getting dangerously close, so out of desperation, he flipped Marshall around so he was on his face and knees. Chase climbed on top of him, pinning his face with his foot, and with one final huge thrust, he slammed the entirety of his cock ballsdeep inside of Marshall, knot included. "FuUUuUcK~!"

"OOohhHhhHh....!" Marshall saw stars as his brutally raped ass was stretched open beyond belief by the huge cock inside of him, and then stretched even further by something at the base of it, and then stretched even further as that itself expanded in size, locking Chase's fat cock deep inside of him. The pup was completely out of breath as he suddenly felt a ginormous surge of warm liquid filling his bowels, his belly quickly starting to expand out in size due to the amount of shepherd jizz he was being filled with. Marshall almost looked pregnant now. He was a complete and utter mess though, drooling and unable to say anything.

When Chase stopped panting himself, he smiled and chuckled. "Heh...hah...hah...y-you look like...y-you're enjoying yourself...haaah~..." Chase grabbed Marshall again and pulled him up so he sat in his lap, inadvertently causing all that spunk (which was still filling him, by the way) to slosh around inside him. "Heh...here, suck on this, it'll help you calm down~." Without warning, he shoved his right index and middle fingers into Marshall's mouth, pulling his head back against his chest.

"MmMmffFffmMm~??" Marshall 'said' in shock, assuming he could be any more shocked at this point. He honestly had a very hazy idea of the situation right now. All he knew was he felt pleasure, and pain...and pleasurable pain, and painful pleasure. He struggled to even understand anything that was being said to him.

"I'm glad we're boyfriends now, Marshall...cuz now..." he leaned in close to the boy's ear. "We get to do this all the time~..." Chase said with a grin, licking his cheek. Marshall just blushed brightly, though, idly sucking on Chase's fingers as he looked into the fire again, the fire Chase had gone to to sulk. He was in too much of a daze to really do anything else. His ass was sore, his insides were stretched beyond what he thought possible, and he was completely filled to the brim with a strange warm liquid. Just what had he gotten himself into?