The mask was hot, stuffy, and simply trying to breathe through the thick outer layer of latex was proving to be a challenge. It also left him utterly blind to the world around him, and the equally thick rubber gloves made his hands, fingers balled up into the glove's 3 stubby paw nubs, all but useless for grasping.

Nevertheless, Eamon felt a sudden, tingly surge of determination wash through his body, giving him renewed energy and a newfound desire to push forwards that had been rather lackluster moments earlier. For some reason, despite both the physical limitations and the sheer embarassment of wearing this rediculous-looking uniform, he felt more confident and inspired than before.

He was going to do this. He was going to beat their silly game. He's going to finish the course with pride, tear off this silly uniform, and become a proper police officer yet! In fact, he'll become the best police officer there ever was!

Visions of shattering obstacle course records dashed through his head. He could imagine his fellow trainees being so impressed by his speed that his costume would be all but forgotten. He wouldn't be an embarrassment - he'd be a hero!

He wiped the side of his mask with his gloved hand, scratching at it uselessly. The inside of the mask was beginning to feel warm, damp, and worst of all ... sticky, the latex clinging uncomfortably tight to his sweating forehead. Eamon shivered in disgust, trying to readjust the mask with his paw-hands in a vain attempt to relieve his skin of the increasingly slimy inner material. He tried to mumble a complaint, but the gunky stuff seemed to fall into his mouth any time he tried to open it. The other trainees must have coated the mask's insides with some sort of weird slimy substance as a cruel prank ...

Well, that'll just make it all the better when he stuns them all by completing this stupid course in record time.

TWEET!

The sound of the starting whistle startled Eamon, knocking him out of his daydreams and costing him precious seconds. Not exactly the best start for a wannabe record beater ...

The rubber-clad bunny half-stumbled, half-dove onto the entrance of the inflatable obstacle course, awkwardly crawling into the labyrinth ahead of him, rubber paws squeaking against the bouncy rubber inflatable floor.

This was harder than Eamon thought. Everything around him was the same material - latex and rubber. The floors, the walls, his rubber mitts and mask. The smell of rubber was nearly overwhelming, causing him to gag and cough inside the thick, tight hood. His vest squeaked and rubbed against his skin, tight yet oddly comforting against his fur.

Trying to stumble through the course on two legs proved all but impossible as he smacked up against massive rubber pillars blocking his way. anchored from the side, a quick fumbling around with his paws discovered that they streched entirely across the pathway. There was no way around them ... except through the middle in between them, crawling through on his hands and knees - like a dog.

Eamon groaned, scratching his mask again. It was getting wetter and stickier ... he could even feel thick, heavy globs of whatever the stuff was dribbling down over his neck. Ew. He was definitely going to need a good, long shower after this ...

But a good, long shower felt so far away as the bunny swallowed his pride and got down on all fours. The rubbery floor squeaked and sagged under his knees as he fell down, a similar-feeling slimy semi-liquid sloshing up against any body part that touched the floor.

Oh great ... here too??? Just how sadistic were his fellow trainees, anyways??

Yet, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't back down now, not after how far he'd gotten. Most people would have quit by now, but not him! He was going to be a true member of the squad, no matter what it takes. No matter what happens.

With a final sigh of acceptance, he began squeezing his way through the squishy, slimy rubber pillars, which apparently were yet another carrier of this relentless slimy stuff. It oozed onto his body as he forced his way through, slimy smudges streaking across exposed skin and dripping down over his vest. The smell of rubber was getting stronger, making him feel a little dizzy as he finally pushed and pulled his way through, finally dragging the limp tail attached to his uniform through with a final squeak.

Eamon congratulated himself with an imaginary fist pump in his mind. He did it! He passed his first hurdle!

His excitement was instantly dashed as his mask bumped up against another rubbery pillar. Another obstacle.

Oh, just perfect ...

Time seemed to dissappear within the obstacle course. Eamon crawled, jumped, and slunk under barrier after barrier. Each time, latex smeared and streaked sleek, wet rubber onto his skin, leaving behind smudge marks that seemed to slowly, gradually match the brown shades of his costume. The bunny's movements were simplifying into a specific routine - identify the obstacle, dive, duck, dodge, leap. On to the next one. It felt much simpler to DO, rather than to fret and complain about it all. Just grit your teeth, not think about it too much, and continue onwards.

The latex-covered paws and mitts tread easily on the slick, wet rubber inflatable floor, while any exposed skin touching it stuck and sunk into the quicksand-like gooey substance. It was so much easier to walk on his rubbery hands and feet, giving him the best traction against the otherwise impossibly slippery surface. So, that was what he did. At first, walking on all fours like this felt incredibly uncomfortable, with his legs awkwardly raised up behind him to avoid his knees touching the ground. Little by little, however, it felt easier to be moving forwards like this. He knew that after this, his limbs would most likely ache like heck once he stood back up, after so much time in such an unnatural position ... but standing back up again seemed so far away. Like it was a goal off in some vague future, rather than a quick inevitability.

His head swam as thick, heavy rubber fumes continued to soak through his nose. It was getting hard to think, he felt oddly fuzzy every time he did. His goals, however, remained resolute - or so he thought.

He wanted to finish the course and become the best police pup there is!

Wait, that isn't right! He wants to be a police officer ... the best police officer!

Eamon shook his head in fustration, squeezing through the middle of another series of pillars. The training must be working - he was getting better at squeezing and sliding through these barriers with every pass. Crawling on all fours was becoming natural to him - in fact, it almost didn't feel like he was crawling anymore, but walking.

His face tingled - the mask was compressing against it so tightly he was concerned that it would shatter his skull at any moment. Yet, it didn't feel painful at the slightest - in fact, it felt almost comforting, like an extra protective coat against the outside world. Any extra protection is good, after all, for a future member of law enforcement!

He felt weird. Part of him was sending him panic signals, telling him that something was clearly off. The smell, the obstacle course, the costume - something was not right ... but what?

Struggling to think, he failed to come up with any noticable issues. After all, walking on all fours was expected for a future police pup. And he was going to be the best one yet!

No, no ... officer! He was going to be a canine officer!

No ... a K-9 officer?

A police officer? Yes, that was it ... maybe ...

He tried going through his goals again, trying to get his muddying brain to stick to a clear mantra.

He wants to be a police officer. He is going to be the best officer yet! Just get through the course, don't think about it too much.

He wants to be a police officer. He is going to be a good officer! Just get through the course, don't think about it too much.

He wants to be a K-9 policeman. He is going to be a good policeman! Just do the course, don't think about it too much.

He wants to be a canine policeman. He is going to be a good canine policeman! Just do the course, don't think about it.

He wants to be a canine police dog. He is going to be a good police pup! Just do the course, don't think about it.

He wants to be a police puppy. He is going to be a good boy! Just do, don't think.

He wants to be a police puppy. He is going to be a good boy! Just do, don't think.

Be a police pup. I'm a good boy! Do, not think!



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