TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Perfect! Instead of killing him directly, I'll just have Funtimes teleport Quota to the Southwest and leave him stranded in the middle of a cactus.

The sun shone. It baked the ground and everything on it. Including the humans. There was a mad dash for the border. A few strange ones stayed because they claimed to hate snow so much they'd rather roast. The plants tried to kill them. They didn't seem to mind. It would be a very boring RP.

Arizona is closer, but no one in their right mind would flee to Arizona. Thanks. For the Disco Ending, or for Protector Pug?

You can't see it, but I'm beating my head against my keyboard. I just had to open my mouth. Would a new Protector Pug post atone for it a little bit?

The girl human was happy. So was Protector Pug. Protector Pug didn't know what it was about a happy human that made her happy, but there was nothing like it. The face the two girl humans made when she tilted her head was worth the long walk, worth the big weird lizards, worth the pile of garbage she never got to sniff. The sad girl human extended her hand, and Protector Pug sniffed it. Sweat. Her palms had been sweating, and the sweat smelled like fear and anger mixed together into what she now knew as sadness. Just as she thought. Protector Pug kissed her hand, just to let this sad, scared girl human know she had a protector dog now and that her protector dog would kiss her hand anytime. In a second, the girl human had scooped Protector Pug up into her arms, and Protector Pug couldn't help but wag her tail. Leader rarely gave her hugs like this. He was like the big animals he kept, all strong and silent and not into hugging, though he did slip her and the other protector puppies some bacon now and then. But this girl human wanted a hug that Protector Pug was more than happy to give. There was a third human, a boy human wearing a long leather coat and shoes like the girl's, but not sparkly. He turned to the girl human with a small frown that vanished the second he saw Protector Pug. He tried to push the smile down, but it kept popping back up like a Ping-Pong ball Leader had once dropped in her bathtub. Ping-Pong balls were awesome. The boy human looked behind him, then back to the girl humans, scratching Protector Pug behind her ear. "Where did you find h—this thing?" Protector Pug didn't understand his words, but she understood his tone. He was acting like a kitty. When kitties were scared, they puffed up their fur and their tails and tried to look as scary as possible. This boy human was scared, like a kitty. And he was trying to sound scarier than he was. Like a kitty. Protector Pug leaned toward the boy human, opening her mouth in a doggy grin. His Ping-Pong ball smile popped right back up and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Mission accomplished. There was the scuffle-scrape sound of shoes against asphalt as the human in the poofy dress skipped away from the floating house and paused beside them. "Sammy," she sang, "what'd you find…." Her voice trailed off into a long squeal that made Protector Pug close her mouth and tilt her head. "Great. Googly. Moogly!" The girl human jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "You have to keep it it's so cute so cute so cute! Oh my gosh oh my gosh soooooooo cuuuuuute!" Without extending her hand so Protector Pug could sniff it first, the poofy-dress human petted Protector Pug's head. Protector Pug tilted her head back, trying to get a whiff—and didn't like what she smelled. The poofy-dress human smelled like fear that had been left on to boil too long, lumping together into aggression and anger that had been topped off with a layer of too-sweet happiness. Like pure sugar on top of congealed noodles. Leader smelled like that sometimes, but without the happiness. It was the happiness that made it all worse, like she was going to try and feed it to someone and tell them it was all sugar, not letting them know about the icky ickiness underneath. "You're keeping it, right? Please please please tell me you're keeping it—" She cut off with another squeal, ending with what sounded like a decision: "You're keeping it! Traveler, take us home so Sammy can keep the puppy!" Even if Protector Pug had been given time to protest, she wouldn't have. Her new human needed her now more than ever.

Trust me, Edgedancer did you a favor in not showing it to you. Just ask Voidus.

That's not the Disco Ending….

I feel like I accidentally created a nuke with that scene.

The length of time Kobold has been viewing this thread without posting disturbs me.

Um…yeah. I can't comply with terrorist demands if there aren't any. Which is actually a pretty terrifying thought, come to think of it.

Okay. I'll get to work on that post, then. And I think you'll like what I have in store for her, further on down the road. There's no alligators, I promise. No more alligators.

Would a post where she coos over Protector Pug help?

….I'll leave the Disco Ending buried. Backtrack, I think.

I know what you need.

Hey, if she could handle Obliteration, she can handle the Disco Ending. Then again…..

Want me to find you the Disco Ending?

Well, you did say "infinite bouncy castle." Not a word about disco alligator closets, the concept of which had not been introduced at that time.

I must paws to groan over these terrible pet puns.

I think she's adorable. Quota evidently doesn't.

That cat earns you the upvote Quota has barred me from giving.

To thank you for that adorable picture, here is one of my other pug, Bruno, wearing a bow tie and looking very dapper.

The scene I'm thinking about involved and it made me go like

I'll have to post a picture of Mollie at her most shocked sometime. Basically, that pug makes the exact face I made when I read a certain scene in Firefight. Well, my face didn't have the smushy-ness or the fur, but you get the idea.

Reader must know this to be a lie.

Nighthound's death was promptly voted the Best Thing Ever. This win was listed in the prestigious series The History of Things. Just behind Nighthound's death was this video of pug puppies falling asleep.