It was a new day at Silver Paramount College. It was a friday and the students were getting ready. Chase, Marshall, Rubble, and Tuck were getting ready for their art grades. Their teacher, Mr Roland- a black wolf, was calling the students up by their last name. Marshall looked nervous, Tuck looked happy, Rubble was lost in thought, and Chase was twiddling his thumbs. He had messed up and hoped he went okay.


“Marshall,” Mr. Roland called.


Marshall got up and went up. “Y-yes sir?”


“An C+” Mr. Roland said. “Not bad, but I’ve seen worse.”


“T-thank you sir,” Marshall said, holding his paper and goes back to his seat.


“Rubble!”


Tuck elbowed Rubble to get the bulldog back to earth. He went up to Mr. Roland’s desk and rubbed his left arm.


“B-. Please try to think more in your art. Your style and details with food is amazing, but you need to expand your mind.”


“Yes sir. I’ll try” Rubble said, taking his paper and goes to his seat.


“Tuck” Mr. Roland called, with Tuck going up quickly. “A-, not bad for a newbie in 3d.”


“Thank you sir,” Tuck said, with a gentle bow, holding his paper and goes to his seat.


“Chase” Mr. Roland called in a voice of warning.


Chase’s fur on his neck spiked at this and went up slowly and nervously, having legs trembling. “Y-yes?”


“For a student with a love for everything, you got a D-.” Mr. Roland. Chase hung his head as some of the students giggled at this. He opened his mouth, but Mr. Roland beat him to the words. “But an A++ on your project.”


“WHAT?!?!?!” the class shouted in shock.


Even Chase was stunned. “W-what?”


“That was the same word I said.” Mr. Roland pulled out a box and opened it under a camera, using the projector to show on the board. “But a full scale layout of the ENTIRE school. I thought you lost your mind! You seem to know art by the layout then any other.”


“T-that’s because I work everyday. This was my last full building project before the Paw Patrol got disbanded.” Chase said in a calm voice, but a little broken on the end with the thought of the team no longer together. He took the paper of both grades and went to his seat.


“Now, since the 4 day weekend is coming, does anyone want to stay to help me make a statue so the rest of the classes can think of ideas?” Mr Roland asked.


No one in the class dared to raise their hand. They all heard of what happened to a student who got a low grade and had to stay after school. The only one who raised their hand…………………………...was Chase. Unknown to him, he was never told the story of the one student until last month, and wanted to help out still. “I will sir. If that’s okay” Chase asked.


“Of course Chase, please come here after your last class of the day” Mr Roland said.


Chase nodded and got ready to go to his next class, as well as the rest of the students.




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Chase knocked out the door before entering. “Mr. Roland, are you in here?”


“Yes! I’m in the back. Please come in!”


Chase carefully did and looked around. He saw many art supplies out, some old, and some new. Some Chase never seen before. And he saw a few toys on a table. Not any toys: sex toys. ‘What are they doing here?’ Chase thought.


“OH MY GOSH!!!” Mr. Roland shouted, making Chase jump. “You weren’t supposed to see those.”


“Were they for the idea of the statue?” Chase asked. “A sexual type statue?”


Mr Roland looked puzzled, then thought before nodding. “Yes, they are. But it’s hard to find good material these days.”


“You need someone to pose?” Chase asked, to which Mr. Roland nodded again.


Mr. Roland pointed to a circular, silver disk that stood in the middle of various spotlights pointing at it from all directions. “Just on the disk, but I guess I’m going to do this the long way. Which is why I need a student’s help.”


Chase took his shoes off, along with his socks and went to the disk, standing in the middle and did a pose. “Would something like this work?” he asked.


Roland looked and saw Chase, without his shoes and socks, in the middle of the disk, in a dynamic pose.


“Hmm, try a more sexual pose. Like…”


“Something like a bottom or slut?” Chase asked.


Roland nodded and Chase got on his knees with his arms put in a begging puppy position. “Better, but maybe you could use some help.”


“I know some slutty positions, but they involve me bound up” Chase said shyly.


“Go ahead and show me,” Roland said. “I might have some items to hold you like so.”


Chase nodded and got up. He spread his legs and bent on his knees, still looking like a puppy, but put his hands behind his back with his mouth open. Roland saw and went to help Chase out, he helped with Chase buffing out his chest and showing his muscles. Then there was a sharp poke in Chase’s neck. Chase tried to not move.


"Sorry, must've been my sharp claws," Roland waved it off nonchalantly.


Chase tried to hold still, trying not to shut his mouth, get up, or move a muscle. He felt more sore than ever. He stood still for sometime before he realized he couldn’t move his own body. He had his mouth opened wide and stuck in the position.


“NOw to capture the statues figure~~~” Roland said to no one in specific, grabbing a pair of scissors and within seconds, all of Chase’s clothes were cut to shreds, having Chase only in his panties. Chase was blushing deeply in embarrassment. He tried to move, but remembered he couldn’t. Roland glued his feet to the disk and smirked. “Now~~ For the final touch~~”


“Mr. Roland, you are needed in the office if you are still in the building,” the intercom said.


“Oh well. Once you're no longer parlized, you might as well get comfy. You're going to be stuck here.” Roland said before leaving the room.


Chase’s eyes looked around. Unlike the last student, he had worse paralyzes, being stuck in a position for over 3 months from the last furry that needed a statue model. ‘Guess I’m stuck like this for either a month or two’ he thought. He heard a door opened and closed, thinking it was someone who likes art, but not the sexual type. The figure stepped in front of Chase and bent over, letting Chase see his face. Chase knew him from the start. ‘Drazer Ice?! The famous sexual statue maker in town?! Why is he here?!’ He thought.


“Are you asking yourself ‘Why is Drazer Ice here and not at his work zone?’ or something like that?” Drazer asked, only to get a whine and somewhat ‘mhm’ out of the paralyzed shepherd. “I’ve come for a pup that would like to be in my sexual statue collation, but I find a frozen pup. Were you going to be a statue for your art class?”


Chase could only blush. Suddenly, he felt a sharp prick on his neck and jump. “OUCH! That hurt-” He stopped and looked at his own body. He was moving, but his feet were still stuck. “H-how?”


“I have something to let some move around. Now, I would be a perv, but would you like to change underwear?”


“P-please?” Chase said weakly.


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Drazer helped Chase put a jockstrap on him after getting him off the disk. “Better?” Drazer asked, which Chase nodded. “For a male, I was surprised by the chastity cage on your dick.”


Chase just blushed while rubbing his arm. “I-it only has one key, which is stuck on me while I am wearing the cage.”


“Ahh, I see” Drazer said, knowing what Chase meant. “How about I make you into a statue for a school?”


“R-really?” Chase asked.


“Yeah, plus, I heard you and your ‘father’ don’t get along well, am I right?” Drazer asked, which Chase nodded. “Well, I can make that disappear if you like~~”


“P-please,” Chase said in a soft voice and Drazer nodded.


“First: A new skin.” Drazer said, opening a box he brought, pulling out a blue suit with some red strips.


“W-will it hurt?” Chase asked.


“No. Like I said when I put that prek on you. Only some time. I’m surprise you lasted this long,” Drazer said.


“I-I had time of being a statue before, so i-it’s nothing new to me,” Chase said.


“Right, so, are you ready?” Drazer asked, holding the suit.


Chase nodded and took the deepest breath ever. Drazer helped him into the suit, which felt both tight and comfey. “How is this-?” Chase started, but stopped, seeing pink hearts over his nipples and wear he caged up dick was, with both it and his balls that look like a bulge.


“Do you want me to wrap it up?”


Chase nodded, but wanted to be put in a slutty position. What he DIDN’T expected from Drazer was a tight latex hood to go on his head, having his mouth stuck in an open wide position, and unable to see, hear, smell, or feel. He couldn’t do anything, but he felt Drazer move his body into a position he knew too well, the one position he likes the most. He felt his body being put on something, but hind legs spread wide, straight forward mouth facing, tail up, and being caged and plugged up on both ends. Chase felt his body freeze up and lock in place. Then felt the latex suit tighten. Chase couldn’t move even if he wasn’t parlized. He was stuck and trapped.










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On Wednesday, the students were told that Chase ‘left’ the country with family and the students had a new art teacher. Drazer Ice stood in a newly made art room. It was like Mr. Roland’s art room, but with borders were gone and many art supplies were out, and a statue firmly stuck on a disk was in the middle of the room.


“Good morning class,” Drazer said.


“Good morning Mr. Ice,” the students said.


“Today, we will be looking at art structures you know. Now, who would like to tell me were your last teacher, Mr. Roland, taught you last? Yes, you, umm,” Drazer looked at the seating chart and looked up to see the dalmatian who has a raised hand. “Marshall Hellfire”


“He gave us a test last,” Marshall said. “And our friend Chase stayed after school. I fear he might be at the last stand of his breathing problems.”


“You never know. Now, does anyone want to do a project?” Drazer asked.


The class agreed and Drazer gave them one. Decoration a statue to their own desires. The class went to find a statue, but Marshall, Tuck, and Rubble looked at the one stuck on the disk. They got to do it. Marshall grabbed the resin and paint and the three pups got started. They first covered the statue in resin, having a dildo with a tube go in the mouth and butt, covering the insides with resin, then went out to cover it. Once they made sure to cure gas in and on the statue, making the resin permanent, they started to paint. Marshall got the head, Tuck got the rear, and Rubble took the body. They made it look like a feral german shepherd looking hungry for cocks, stuck in a bitch suit. Little did the three know, it WAS a german shepherd looking hungry for cocks, stuck in a bitch suit. He loved every second of it. The last thing the three boys dick, was put a collar on his neck, having a tag saying ‘Slut’ on it, with on the statue had some dirty writing, which was normal for the school.


“My my~~~ You boys outdone yourselves~~~” Drazer said.


“Thank you Mr. Ice!” Marshall, Rubble, and Tuck said.


“But we have a request,” tuck said.


“Is it putting the statue in a certain part of the school?” Darzer asked, getting a nod.


“Chase always likes being a slut, and he likes it when he is getting used. He is amazing.” Marshall said. “So, could it be placed in an area where we can see it?”


“I can try something~~~” Drazer said with a smirk.


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Drazer had put the statue in the middle of the school, where many trophies and statues, pictures as well, showed to many students, but the slutty shepherd statue showed out the most. Many students were using its mouth and ass more and more everyday. Drazer had kept the other statue, the first feral statue, in storage and brought it out to join the shepherd statue.


“I told you I take care of it~~~” Drazer said, before looking at three pup statues, on their rears with open mouths, resin tightly in place. “And you agreed to join in the fun~~~~”


The three statues were Marshall, Rubble, and Tuck. Marshall was an open mouth pup slut statue that had the words ‘Cum Dumpster’ written on his face. Rubble was facing the ceiling with his mouth opened, but instead of cum, it was shit in him. He was used as a toilet. Tuck was a mix of marshall and Rubble, but only used for piss. The three were stuck and used in naughty ways. Drazer had done 4 new statues within a week, and it was friday, a week from the day he started the first statue.


“Now~~~ you four are with the oldest statue in the school~~~~ Have fun~~~~” Drazer said, walking off, back to the classroom. Leaving the four pups and one arcanine in the abuse of their new lives.