You were absolutely not on board with being this pup's toy so you began to run away. Or at least you attempted to because you were easily plucked up by his paws before you could even make it 5 steps. Then without any warning he then tossed you into his awaiting maw. You almost immediately lost your sense of direction and footing as you were slipping to and fro slowly being drenched in the saliva. His tongue then smashed you up towards the roof of his mouth which made you lose your breath and take in a gulp of the dog's saliva. You didn't have time to recover when you felt an overwhelming force try to suck you in followed by a thunderous gulp. When the tongue let you go, you were just to exhausted to do anything but lie right where you were. Until your world tilted sideways as you rushed back into the light, it almost felt like you were flying... until you crashed. However, that was not the end of your dizzying ride as the "ground" that you were laying on was rising up and down.
"If you think you were done, I was just preparing you for the next part." A next part? That's exactly what you needed after you felt like you were going to throw up. You couldn't tell where else this pup was gonna bring you but a least you weren't swallowed, yet. As you kept thinking about it however, there was probably one option and you really didn't want to lose your last shred of dignity. Hope was your only tool against this thought, that you were going to be leaving with it. But you knew that you didn't really have a say in the matter. Your "ground" shifted slightly and your drool covered body wasted no time in making you slide further down. You finally landed at your destination and it was exactly where you didn't want to go. Right between a dog's giant legs.
"You already know where I want you to go," Marshall casually said," I suggest you do it yourself, unless you want me to do it for you." You tried not to look at it but with a threat like that, you didn't want the alternative. You looked downwards at what could be, no the worst hole to ever exist, and you had to enter it. You had to at least try the alternative however. You walked forward and slowly rubbed the outer ring trying to appease what you knew was someone who couldn't be appeased this way. Marshall murred a bit above you and it hit you only then that this pup only saw you as a means of pleasure.
"Come On. You can do better than that." You had to at least have some hope that it would work. You stared at what you needed to do and knew one thing: if you did this, you were relinquishing yourself to a fate that included you being stuck for who knows how long as a pup's living pleasure toy. But if you didn't do it, your life seemed unquestionably in the air. You steeled yourself because you finally made up your decision, and if anyone was going to choose your fate in this situation, it was going to be by your terms.
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