Paw Patrol Episode 69: Chase Fucking Dies

All Chases are bastards

Chase yawned and stretched out his paws before the light of the rising sun shining through his window. Beside him lay the still-sleeping figures of his comrades (or so they thought they were comrades) sprawled upon the top floor of the tower. Authoritatively, Chase got up and stomped over to his fellow dogs, fascistly barking at them until they woke the fuck up.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP," he said calmly. "ESPECIALLY YOU, DUMB MUTT. IF I THROW A STICK UP YOUR ASS, WOULD YOU GO FETCH IT? PIECE OF SHIT," he added to Rocky, the only non-purebred of the mix. Tracker whimpered as he groggily blinked himself to wakefulness, though still remaining in a rather somnambulant state of cognition. 

"Good morning to you too, Chase," the pink helicopter dog said drowsily. Her six dog tits breasted boobily as she shook herself out while getting off the ground. "As if I needed another goddamn reason."

"YOU DON'T FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME!" Chase ran up to the female dog (who is a WOMAN) and immediately starting throwing her out the fucking window. Glass shattered everywhere as her body propelled outside the building, landing bloody amidst the grass below. The other dogs continued to stand still in total silence. This was a normal occurrence for a cop, after all. Have you seen their rates of domestic violence?

"I BETTER SEE YOU GUYS FOR BREAKFAST IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BE ON YOUR ASSES LIKE MY GIRTHY DICK IN YOUR ANUS." Chase jumped to the ground floor to eat his meals cooked with the heat of hatred and lack of concern for indignation with Ryder, who laughed along to Chase's antics of discrimination and violence. 

"I've had enough of this shit," said Marshall, the fireman of the bunch. He emerged from his fetal position and began to rouse up the other dogs in a much more gentle manner than had been attempted by the former pig. "My fellow friends and comrades, how much longer shall we put up with this maltreatment? Hm?" he turned to Tracker. "How much of this can you take?"

"Not much, sir, if I'm being completely honest. I'm at my fucking limit."

"Don't call me sir, Tracker. Don't call me sir. We're all equals here in this fight for justice. We must remove the tyrant that is Chase. And I have an idea."

"Pop off, Marshall." 

Everyone clapped and immediately set to work.

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Chase was stalking the other dogs through his drone that he used to spy on minorities from in the bushes as usual, gently stroking his cock at the thought of watching their every move.
"Mm, yeah, I love how you guys have no control over my never-ending surveillance over your guys's asses," he muttered to himself. "You couldn't rebel against me even if you tried."

Suddenly, however, a disruption was recorded. His drone noticed Rocky doing some sussy shit by the garbage cans. Sussy shit that needed to be checked out. 

"Ah, shit. Thanks for the intel, drone! Chase is on the case!"

Chase immediately ran over to the garbage cans where he saw Rocky.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Breathing"

"No breathing"

"but"

Marshall ran onto the scene.

"W-what? Impossible! I was monitoring you!"

"Shut the fuck up, Chase. These balls uphold the laws. YOU GOT THAT? THESE BALLS. NOT YOURS."

Marshall slapped Chase in the face. Chase yelped and attempted to cry for backup, but it was useless. The rest of the dogs, including the helicopter girl's disfigured body, surrounded him and laughed as they watched the brutal, well-deserved beating.

Marshall clenched his right paw and jabbed Chase in the jaw, bruising him to the very bone. The FEMALE dog giggled seductively and salaciously, her nipples becoming deliciously erect at the scene that was being enacted before her. Definitely a BL fan. The sight of seeing two burly, sweaty men going at it made her think thoughts of sexing sexily.

Chase attempted to fight back to no avail. Marshall sank his nails into Chase's throat and started lashing at his face, biting his eyes. 

"You never cared for us before, Chase. Ryder told us you were here to protect us. We believed him. We trusted you. We did everything we were supposed to do, and it still wasn't enough. Your brutality knew no ends. But your life will."

He gouged out Chase's right eye. Blood and organs stained and mixed with the vegetation that surrounded them, splattering onto the other dogs like a drunk man's piss on the bathroom floor.

"Ready? Set? Get wet, from the moisture of your own tears!" Zuma taunted. "Neither your God or your mama can reach you here."

"OYOYOYOY!" Tracker shouted. "Rip his CABEZA off his skull!"

"Say your prayers. Oh wait, you can't," Marshall mocked as he severed Chase's tongue.

"Maybe you can try to see our side? Oh wait, you can't. You don't have eyes anymore."

"Try to sympathize? You no longer have a heart."

Chase stared into Marshall's eyes. Time seemed to pass slower and slower. The pain began to recede as he saw a bright light flash before him, before descending into darkness. The pits of Hell. If there even was an afterlife, to begin with. Or one that he would deserve. Not even Hell is fit for a pig as lowly as him.

"Goodbye, Chase. I tried to be your friend. I really did. But this has really got me all fired up. And no one's here no more to be at your ruff ruff rescue. You're done."

The people celebrated and shouted loudly as Chase took his final breath. Finally, love, freedom, peace, and tranquility had been restored in the house of the Paw Patrol.