Now its time for Officer Sam to get the tickle treatment. Those boots may have protected Sam's feet from unruly suspects, wearing the scratches to show how tough they are, but they apparently are no match when they are intentionally ripped, exposing those unwashed wolf feet for attacks. I should be writing a story later.

Alright here we go, read at you own risk.

Sam's POV
"Oh man i'm beat..." the grey wolf exclaims as he plops onto his couch. Sam had just returned from a long day of arrest followed by more arrest. Needless to say with the amount of ass-kicking he needed to do, it would certainly wear a guy out regardless how well built they are. It is times like this that Sam would have wished for a desk job but than again, its because he likes to get hands on with efforts to keep his community safe did he join the police force. Well at least for now, Sam can get some well deserved rest as the wolf slowly passes out on his couch

Ken's POV
The dragon hadn't expected Sam to have passed out already the moment he came home. The dragon had been left in Sam's house for the wolf to look after him while Shane was out on a mission. During the time, Ken had been busy tidying the place up for the officer, ready to welcome his friend home, only to find the wolf slumped on the couch. "Well...might as well have fun with him than" the dragon says eyeing Sam's scratched up boots. While the wolf takes care of most of his uniform, Sam hardly takes care of his boots, leaving em beat up as a testament to how hard he works.

Doing usual procedure of securing his victims, Ken soon has the officer nice and secure, though of course ensuring his friend is at least somewhat comfortable, which is rather apparent as the wolf didn't even wake during the whole thing, leaving Ken to rip open those boots.

It took Ken surprisingly longer than usual to get those beefy boots to tear open, the leather resilient to the swipes of his claws. It was only after numerous swipes and him digging his claws hard into the leather did the boot leather rip apart. From there it was a simple pull, watching the stitching pop free as leather ripped from sole, forced apart by Ken's hands, leaving the thick boot soles to flop uselessly to the ground, sweaty and worn from being worn by the equally sweaty feet of Sam that now lay exposed to the elements, the scratches on those boots are nothing compared to the huge rip from tip to heel rendering the once tough, admirable boots useless as a musky scent waft out of them.

"Now to wake him up" Ken says with a grin, whipping out his usual tickle feathers as he goes to town on both feet. It didn't take long for the wolf to wake up, laughing his head off and immediately pleading for the dragon to stop, though that only served to entice the dragon to wiggle those feathers faster, causing the wolf toes to wiggle faster and the laughing to get louder...

Sam's POV

It would be a few more minutes before Sam's 'assailant' finally stopped. "This is for forgetting i was here! Didn't Shane tell you he left me here?" Ken says acting angry when he clearly isn't, the dragon fixing Sam's boots using his nanites. "I'm sorry okay, i was tired," Sam responds as he catches his breathe,"You're lucky you could fix my shoes if not i would kill you." "No you won't" the dragon says grinning as the black cloud of nanites re-entered his hands, leaving the boots in its pre-ripped state. "Try me b&^%$" Sam says with a smirk causing Ken to giggle as the dragon released the police officer from his confinement. "Whatever Sam, go wash, you stink, especially your feet." Ken says while crinkling his nose. "Watch your mouth young one or i'll arrest you," Sam says as he chuckles, heading to the shower, beginning the few months where the duo get up to some interesting stuff....

There we go, hope its okay.