Ok so from this point on, I'm gonna change Tracker's personality: he's going to be a twink who is very shy, but loves butt play and tight clothing (like rubber). Hope you guys enjoy.

P.S. Happy Birthday to RockyPawPup (my friend's username on Wattpad), hope you especially enjoy this chapter.

Chapter: Tracker turns 18 recently, so Rocky and Chase invite him over to the Lookout to show Tracker some of the wonders of being an adult.

"Oh hey Tracker!" Marshall called out to the big eared dog as he stepped off the Paw Patroller with some bags. "Happy birthday!"

This weekend was Tracker's birthday; however because of some emergencies happening around the town, they were unable to join him in the jungle. Instead, they just invited him over.

"Hola, amigos!" Tracker called out back to them, carrying out a backpack and a suitcase. He could also he Marshall, as well as Zuma setting up some decorations.

"Uh sorry dude, all the decorations for your party tonight aren't up yet." Zuma told him, throwing a bunch of streamers over the doorframe of the Lookout.

"No hay problema! No problem!" Tracker told them as he walked up to them. "Where are the others?"

"Well Skye flew over to Everest to let her know about the party, and Rubble is in town buying the cake and the food." Marshall said. "Oh and Chase and Rocky want to meet you in Rocky's room. Head inside, the third door to your left."

"Oh wow. Uh okay." Tracker said as he head inside, wondering what those two were planning on doing with him. As he walked inside, he saw that the interior hasn't been decorated, but he did see multiple boxes of decorations, waiting to be put up later.

No time to worry about that now, Tracker thought, as he pulled up to the door that Marshall told him to go to. He gives the door a couple of knocks. A few seconds later, a voice comes out from the other side:

"Who is it~?"

It was obviously Rocky's, and his tone had a hint of...lust to it?

"It's Tracker. Marshall said you and Chase wanted to meet me in here?" He asked, starting to get a bit nervous.

"Come on in~" Said another voice, being Chase. Tracker smiles, then opens the door and upon entering the room, his whole face turns a blood red.

In front of him was Chase and Rocky, each wearing extremely tight clothing, revealing the outlines of each of their huge sheath and balls, as well as their muscles. Chase was wearing a blue and red wrestling singlet, that was stretched out and looked about one size too small for him; Tracker can also see a matching wrestling mask on the bed behind him. Rocky was wearing a latex bodysuit, covering most of his body, except for his paws on the crotch was a zipper.

"Happy birthday, Tracker~!" Rocky announced as he walked over to Tracker in a sexual manner, making the latter shift a little. "Since you're 18 now, we'd thought we'd show you some of the pleasures of being an adult~" He said, then reached around and grabbed Tracker's butt.

This caused Tracker to yipp and move forward a little, but Rocky stopped him.

"Rocky…" Chase called out to him, but Rocky kept on.

"Come on now, Tracker~ you're going to love this~" he then reached down and stuck his paw down the back of Tracker's pants. Tracker just stood there, blushing a deep red, looking really uncomfortable.

"Rocky…" Chase called out again, this time with a stern tone of voice. But rocky kept going on.

"You like this, don't ya~?" Rocky whispered into Tracker's ear, as he kept going down further into the back of his pants, before touching something that made Tracker squeal. It was at that point that Chase then grabbed his collar and yanked him away from Tracker.

"OW! Hey what the hell, Chase?" Rocky asked, grumbling and mad, before being given a death stare by Chase.

"Rocky, I know you planned this out and everything but we are NOT going to force Tracker to do something he doesn't want to do! You have to remember that this is his first time!" Chase scolded Rocky. "If he says no to anything during this, or even TO this, NO means NO! Got it?"

Rocky just gulped and nodded, scared when Chase is like this. "Good. Now sit on the bed." Rocky did as he was told to by Chase, and Chase approached Tracker and bent down to his level, which made Tracker notice that the two pups in front of him are much taller than him; Rocky twice his size, Chase three times!

"Now Tracker, this is your first time, correct?" Chase asked in a calm tone, and Tracker nodded. "Now just to understand, if you don't want this, just tell us, and we'll call this whole thing off and just have the party. So now you have to answer: would you like to have our kind of fun for now?" He asked.

Tracker looked at the giant in front of him which was Chase, then at Rocky, then looked around the room. He felt a heated a tight sensation in his pants, and he knew what that meant: he was getting horny from this. So he looked at Chase, with a great red blush on his face, responded:

"S-sure, I'll do it." he said, nervous and shy about this, but knowing that Chase will protect him in case things get out of control.

Speaking of Chase, the former gave Tracker a smirk and backed off. "Well then, you might want to get naked. Toss your clothes on the bed. They won't get lost in Rocky's dirty pile there. And place your shoes near the door."

"Hey!" Rocky called out off screen.

Tracker slowly but surely nodded, as he untied his jungle safari shoes and took them off, placing them by the door. He then peeled off his socks and threw them on the bed, then his shirt and pants, leaving him in his speedo.

"Heh hey look at that: Tracker is copying Zuma's style!" Rocky said, pointing out the speedo that Tracker was wearing.

Tracker blushed madly, and felt so embarrassed. This wasn't entirely false; Zuma does wear speedos, but unlike Tracker, who is currently wearing a cloth speedo that has a jungle camouflage design, Zuma wears rubber speedos, usually solid orange or black and orange.

Disregarding Rocky's comment, he finally took the speedo off, throwing it with the rest of the clothes. Now he is fully naked, in front of the two pups. His cock was hard and popped up as soon as it was free from the fabric; while he wasn't as small as the other pups (he saw Rubble and Zuma naked a few times and their cocks were smaller than his) it was a baby cock probably compared to the two huge beefcake pups in front of him.

"Now, Tracker," Chase began once again. "We're gonna take turns fucking you. Do you really want to continue with this?"

This time, Tracker answered back, still shy but wanting this over with. "Yes!"

"Well alright." Chase said yet again. "Who do you want to fuck you first?"

As soon as he said that, the two pups began flexing their muscles at him, getting Tracker more worked up. He looked back and forth between the two muscular pups, before coming to a choice:

"Rocky. I choose Rocky."

Rocky grins and sits on the bed, patting his leg. "Lay down here. I want to do something first with you."

Tracker just nodded and walked over to Rocky and lays down on his stomach, his hard cock throbbing in between Rocky's legs. Rocky smirked as felt this, as he suddenly put two fingers on Tracker's hole. This made Tracker make a cute 'eep!' sound, his cock twitching a little more.

"Oh? What's this?" Rocky asked, slowly rubbing Tracker's hole, which resulted in more cute sounds coming from the pup laying on him. "Well what do ya know, he likes butt play!"

Tracker just blushes, and suddenly lets out a sharp moan as one of Rocky's fingers entered him. Rocky then rubbed and moved his fingers all over Tracker's hole, resulting in endless moans from Tracker. This went on for some time, with Tracker's cock being more and more twitchy and throbby with each passing minute.

"P-Por favor! Please!" Tracker said as he began to take short breaths. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna.." Rocky then abruptly stopped, leading to a whine from Tracker, before he was placed on the bed, ass up in the air.

"H-huh…?" Tracker said in a gaze, who looked under him with glazed eyes, only to see Rocky pulling the zipper down from his crotch, releasing his semi-huge cock. Tracker gulped as he suddenly felt something wet and slippery fall onto his hole; it was lube, from a bottle that Rocky was using.

"Finally, we're gonna do something fun~" Rocky said in a lustful tone, rubbing the slippery liquid on both Tracker's hole and all over his dick. He then placed the tip on Tracker's hole, which made the latter shudder; it felt big!

A loud scream suddenly came from his muzzle, as Rocky pushed in roughly, getting half way in before stopping. Tracker's body started to shake a little, trying to adjust to Rocky's member; but it didn't have a chance as Rocky then pulled out and shoved back in roughly, going an inch or two deeper.

This kept going on: in, out, in, out; Tracker's screams soon turned into moans, and kept that way even as Rocky got knot-deep into him. Rocky smirked, knowing that the fun part comes next, as he begins to drill right into Tracker's hole: it was short, quick thrusts, hitting Tracker's g-spot quickly every time. Tracker let out a yelp of pleasure every time it was hit, and slowly be began to form a goofy smile on his face.

After a few moments, Rocky howled, shoved his knot into Tracker's hole and knotted him, and shot his huge load into Tracker - at least one to two strings of sticky cum filled his stomach.

Rocky didn't want to keep Chase waiting so he yanked his knot out of Tracker early, which resulted in a yelp from Tracker, but the latter just kept the goofiest smile on his face.

"He's all yours." Rocky said walking over, his cock flopping around with cum dripping from it.

Chase giggled as he grabbed a pair of scissors and another bottle of lube and walked over to Tracker. He then cut a hole on his crotch, and released his monster of a cock. He then began to lube it up and then Tracker's hole again. Tracker squirmed a little, but still kept his ass up as high as he can keep it.

After the lubing, Chase pushed his cock in all the way without warning; though surprisingly, Tracker let out a moan. Chase's cock was clearly bigger than Rocky, and that was shown clearly through a large bulge in his stomach in the shape of Chase's cock.

Chase wasted no time with fucking Tracker: his fucks were erratic, rough, and hard, hitting Tracker's g-spot not only as fast as Rocky, but hitting it harder and rougher than Rocky. This resulted in Tracker to moan and whine in pleasure even louder, and getting Rocky's cock fully hard once again.

Finally, after what felt like hours to Rocky and minutes to Tracker, Chase howled, shooting his larger-than-life load in Tracker, blowing up his belly even more; though despite this, Chase didn't knot Tracker, and probably for good reason: it would've hurt like hell to pull out early if he did, even if someone like Tracker is going through extreme pleasure.

Chase pulled out as soon as he was done, leaving Rocky with a one-inch gaping hole and, again, a goofy smile on his face.

Rocky and Chase joined up together again and walked in front of Tracker. "So what did you think?" Chase asked.

Tracker looked like a mess: he was panting, smiling with glazed eyes with his tongue out and drooling. Yet despite this, he still responded with a surprising request. "More...more! Por favor, more please!"

Chase and Rocky then looked at each other with surprise. With much thinking, Chase asked: "Want to do double anal?"

"SI!" Tracker responded as quickly as Chase asked, as he began to move his ass back and forth, almost in a teasing motion towards the two pups.

The two pups then smirked, both cocks hard and throbbing, with Rocky picking Tracker up. The two then rubbed their cocks together, Rocky positioning Tracker in between them, placing his hole over their two large cocks.

"Tracker are you sure you want to-" Chase asked, but was cut off by Tracker.

"SI! Yes! Please!" Tracker said, lust clear in the tone of his voice.

The two pups shrugged and pushed Tracker down on both of their cocks, causing the smaller pup to scream out in lust and pleasure. They kept pushing him down further and further, until their knots were rubbing against Tracker's stretched out hole. The two smirked and began thrusting at the same time, both their cocks hitting Tracker's g-spot. The pleasure was so intense for Tracker, his eyes glazed, his cock weeping, he even began to talk dirty.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" Tracker said, clearly out of his mind from all the fucking and sex. "Fuck me! God this is amazing! FUCK ME!"

Chase and Rocky obliged and fucked the pup harder, earning more screams from Tracker. After about 15 or 20 minutes, they both knotted Tracker at the same time, and show a second round into Tracker's belly, expanding Tracker's belly, making it look like he is fat. After 10 minutes, their knots shrunk down and they pulled out.

Tracker was panting hard, his original personality was coming back out. "H-holy shit. Did I just...?" He took a look in the mirror and what he saw, was his asshole, about 5 inches stretched out, glazed in lube and cum. He then saw his bloated stomach, and when he moved around, felt the gallons of cum in him shake around. He suddenly yipped when he felt something be shoved in his ass.

He looked and saw that Chase placed a tennis ball butt plug in his ass. "Just to make sure you don't leak." he said, and Tracker simply nodded.

Tracker stood up, his legs wobbling a little, his body still recovering from the shock of having two monster cocks in him at once. That's when Chase and Rocky bought out two boxes. "And here's part two of your gift."

Tracker took the boxes and set them on the bed, and opened one. The first one was from Rocky, which had not only had a rubber suit that looked like it fit him, it also had a pack of briefs, which had the same green color Rocky had on his truck and work clothes.

"I decided to get you some fresh underwear." Rocky said. "It wouldn't have been a good present to give underwear that has been fished out from the trash."

Tracker giggled and opened the second gift from Chase; inside, it had a wrestling singlet, again just like Chase's, it also had a vibrating butt plug, and a pack of jockstraps.

"I had a feeling you liked butt play, so I got you something that could help you with that." Chase said chuckling.

Tracker smiled. "Gracias. Thank you." he said, before someone knocked on the door.

"Guys? We got the party decorations set up. It's almost time for the party." It was Zuma.

Rocky, Tracker and Chase nodded, before the trio began to get dressed. Once dressed, they started to head out. Tracker however, almost fell over, because his legs were still not fully recovered from the rough sex he demanded to have. Chase and Rocky saw that and caught Tracker before he fell all the way down.

"T-thank you." Tracker said one last time, before being led out by the two pups, ready to enjoy a good party.