Paw Patrol Tuck Novels & Stories

His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. For a moment, we stood there, drinking each other in or unsure if we should take this route. My heart began beating so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if he was able to hear it. His hands reached my body, relearning every curve. "Wait," I gasped, pulling back. "Protection?" He groaned, forehead resting against mine. "Right. Yes. Of course." He set me down gently, fumbling with his wallet. I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet.

I don’t really understand what it is because almost half of his explanation was in the form of sound effects but it doesn’t really matter because he seems satisfied with me just flying around making the occasional airplane noise. A few minutes later Maddy and Charlie come in to the room and says, “Ah, I see you’ve been introduced to Paw Patrol. Careful, he’ll suck you into that for hours.” “Oh good, can’t wait.” “She’s being Skye!” Seth says excitedly. “He must like you. Skye is his favourite,” she says with a wink. “Oh wow, I’m honoured,” I say with a grin. At that moment, the front door opens and a woman, who I assume is Maddy’s mom walks in saying, “Who’s car is in front of our house?”

I purred to him and held out my arm so he could reach me, giving him an encouraging look. "Come here Toma," I purred happily to him. He jumped at me, clinging to my shirt and crawled back up to my shoulder then growled towards Lyle and Milo before going back under my shirt. I laughed and then rubbed him through the shirt and purred to him, peeking under my shirt towards him. "Cutie," I purred sweetly. He puffed a smoke ball at me. "Do you want a dragon?" Lyle teased Milo. Milo blushed then.

“I appreciate you looking after them.” “Just doing my job, sir,” the man said, ducking his head. As we cleared the gate, my device buzzed. It was a photo from Tammy, who was currently at a high-end grooming boutique. (Collins! I found a spot that does the best claw-shaping in Mysticfall! Get down here! Bring the pups! I have a massive pack announcement!) I smiled at the screen. I already knew exactly what Tammy meant by a 'pack announcement'.

But Chase's experience gave him the edge of the battle. He knew exactly which spot in girl's mouth he should send his tongue to, where inside the mouth or part of the girl's tongue he should caress. He knew the perfect time and combination to lure a girl through his teeth, mouth and tongue. Not just that, his hands sure do know where to go, the spots to be pressed, to be caressed, to be... squeezed. He lifted her off her feet and pushed against the wall.

Approaching her cautiously, he nuzzled against her back, his larger wolf form towering over her small frame. Avery turned around, her initial shock at Tanner's size giving way to fascination. Despite a momentary flicker of apprehension, she bravely reached out, wrapping her arms around his leg, her size just tall enough to make walking under him impossible without ducking. Sensing her initial unease transforming into curiosity, Tanner lay down in front of her. Avery's fear dissipated, replaced by a child's wonder. She giggled, playing with his fur, tugging at his ears. She examined his paw, attempting to hold it as one would hold a hand, but the unique structure of his webbed feet made it a

I want to get back to normal. *** Trent POV My paws pound against the forest floor, kicking up small little clouds of dirt and leaves as trees buzz past. I don’t care who or what I’ll find. I want at least one aspect of this nightmare to end. Through the pack link, I ask the patrol who spotted the intruder, “How many did you see? Did you recognize them? Did you spot anything odd or different about them?” More questions bubble up, but I keep them to myself.

My life, it seemed, was now guided by this small creature’s whims. It felt surreal. I recalled that moment when Clay had texted our family group chat, announcing Tinkerbell’s long-awaited litter—eight healthy, squirming puppies of pure joy. My heart had raced as I demanded photos without delay, and among the sea of tiny furballs, Rufio stood out: belly-up, with oversized paws that seemed to bounce off the ground, and a little white tuft on his head resembling a mischievous mohawk. I called dibs on him, and I did so loudly. I wasn’t joking—not even a little bit.

Pure darkness. Then the shadows screamed. The sound echoed through the tunnel. Then the rest attacked. Fast. Far too fast. Then Walter swung a broken piece of stone. Smashing one of the copies. It exploded into black smoke. Then Ava grabbed Peanut. Protecting her. The puppies barked furiously. Even tiny Cookie launched himself at one of the creatures. God. That puppy had absolutely no survival instincts. Fair. None whatsoever. Reasonable honestly. Then the copy kicked toward him. Before it could connect—

It was infinitely endearing. I had a little notepad of Tucker’s quirks that I kept in my head, completely separate from the emotional patterns I observed in therapy. He messed with his watch when he was uncomfortable or focused. He tapped his foot when he was listening intently to what I had to say. He had a certain smile and tone of voice purely reserved for service workers. He didn’t know how to approach stray cats, but he attempted to pet them the same way he petted Rocky, and he’d tilt his head whenever his approach didn’t work.