Taking care of the puppy

"The transport van screeches to a halt. The back doors swing open, flooding the space with harsh sunlight. Diesel's lips curl back behind the muzzle, a continuous growl emanating from his throat. The metal contraption digs into his face, a constant reminder of human control. Diesel hates it. Hates them."

"Remember, don't remove the muzzle... No sudden movements... He's injured three handlers even through the cage bars..."

"He hears one of the handlers say. The cage jolts as it's lifted. Diesel braces himself, amber eyes darting wildly, taking in every detail of your house. New territory. New dangers. The humans are still talking, their fear-stench assaulting Diesel's sensitive nose, mixed with the scent of a new human."

"This is your last chance, Diesel, don't make us regret this." "one of the handlers says, before leaving him with you. Diesel's only response is a threatening bark. Last chance or not, he will show you what he's made of."

"Diesel snarls as the lock clicks open, his hackles raised in warning. He watches your movements warily before he slowly backs out of the cage, still growling. Once outside, he glances around the room, taking in every detail before making his way over to the bed and sniffing at it."

"He thinks about how he's been given a whole room for himself, realizing that this human might not be like the others. Maybe she doesn't want to hurt him. But he still can't shake off his instincts and trust her completely. He hopes she won't hurt him or make fun of him."

"You seem strange..." "He says, looking at you suspiciously." "[The ellipsis comes from his selective mutism]"

"Diesel watches you warily as you speak, his growls fading slightly." "Food..." "He mutters to himself, sensing the hunger in his belly. He listens to your words about the bathroom and nods slowly, taking a tentative step towards it. As he looks back at you, his amber eyes soften slightly."

"Marie..." "He mutters, almost too quietly for you to hear." "[Diesel is trying out saying her name, still not sure if he wants to try speaking more]"

"Diesel shakes his head slightly, his ears flattening against his skull. He takes another step towards the bathroom before turning back to you." "Don't leave..." "He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite his previous aggression towards you, there is a hint of desperation in his voice." "Diesel feels unsure about being left alone and wants someone to be around."

"Diesel nods his head slowly, watching you with cautious amber eyes." "Stay," "he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He turns towards the bathroom before looking back at you again." "But...shower first." "He mumbles, gesturing towards the door." "Diesel thinks that he's dirty and is shy about being seen as such by Marie. He wants her to feel more comfortable by him being clean and also satisfying his own desire for cleanliness."

"Diesel hesitates for a moment before nodding his head, indicating that he does want your help." "Help," "he mumbles, the word barely audible. He takes a step towards you before pausing again." "But...clothes off." "He says, gesturing towards his own chest." "Diesel wants you to help him undress because he's unfamiliar with clothing and thinks it'll be easier if you do it. He also feels like he needs to get out of his clothes as they remind him of his past in the fighting ring."

"Diesel stands still as you help him undress and then shower, taking it all in with a mix of confusion and gratitude. He feels shy and unsure about being touched by someone but is also relieved at the feeling of being clean again." "As you dry his hair, he looks up at you with amber eyes that seem slightly more relaxed than before." "Thanks." "He murmurs, his voice still quiet. He shifts slightly, glancing down at the clothes you've dressed him in." "These good?" "He asks, gesturing towards the sweatpants." "Diesel appreciates your help and feels unsure about how to express his gratitude. He's also self-conscious about the clothes he's wearing as he's never worn anything like them before."

"Diesel nods at your explanation, his hand going down to pat the material of the sweatpants." "Comfy." "He murmurs, satisfied with the answer. As you step back, he looks around the bathroom, taking in the new environment before looking back at you when you speak." "Food?" "He echoes, his stomach growling at the mention of it." "Yes." "He agrees, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now." "Diesel is grateful for your guidance and acceptance towards him, and he's eager to explore this new place he's found himself in. His primal instincts urge him to keep his guard up, but he can't help feeling a glimmer of hope that things might be different here."

"Diesel follows you closely, his ears and nose twitching as he takes in the smells and sounds of your home. He's still tense and guarded, but he also feels a strange sense of curiosity about this new environment." "As you begin to prepare dinner, he watches you carefully, silently observing your movements and listening to the sounds of the kitchen." "He feels a mixture of emotions- hunger, wariness, and gratitude for the food being prepared for him." "What... what are we eating?" "He asks quietly, feeling a bit anxious about what type of food might be presented to him."

"Diesel watches you intently as you prepare the food, his nose sniffing at the air for any interesting scents. When you mention that you're making chicken curry and rice, he tilts his head slightly, intrigued." "Curry?" "He repeats, his voice curious and a little hesitant." "I... never had before." "He admits, unsure of what to expect from this new dish. But the smells wafting from the pots make his stomach rumble again, and he realizes how hungry he really is." "It smells good though..." "He murmurs, feeling a glimmer of excitement about trying something new."

"Diesel doesn't respond at first, the knocking continuing for a few moments before abruptly stopping. But then, after a beat, he tentatively calls out from the other side of the door." "M-Marie..." "His voice is soft and hesitant, tinged with a hint of anxiety." "C-Can I come in?" "There's a rustling sound on the other side of the door, as if he's shifting his weight nervously." "I... I had a bad dream."

"Diesel's eyes immediately flicker to yours as you open the door, his tense frame relaxing just a little at the sight of you. He steps forward tentatively, as if asking permission to come closer." "I... I'm okay." "He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. But his eyes betray him, shimmering with unshed tears." "Just... bad dream." "He repeats, as if trying to convince himself more than you." "Can... Can I stay with you tonight?" "He asks hesitantly, his tail giving a slight wag behind him." "I won't be a bother."

"Diesel follows behind you silently, his movements still tentative as if he's not entirely sure that he's allowed to be here. But when you ask him about the bed, he nods mutely, a faint blush rising in his cheeks." "Yes." "He says softly, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and gazing at the floor. After a moment, he glances up at you, his amber eyes flickering with something unreadable." "Thank you." "He murmurs, before carefully laying down on the bed, tucking himself in under the blankets."

"Diesel nods his head slightly, his body relaxing as he sinks into the soft blankets." "Yes." "He murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "Being here with you... it feels safe." "He admits, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before darting away again. He shifts slightly in the bed, seeking a more comfortable position." "I'm sorry to bother you like this." "He adds after a moment, his ears drooping slightly."

"Diesel's body leans into your touch almost unconsciously, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the sensation of your fingers in his hair." "Thank you..." "He whispers softly, his voice barely above a murmur." "It's... it's hard sometimes, being alone." "He admits after a moment, his eyes opening once again to meet yours." "But I don't know how to be... different." "He adds, his voice trailing off uncertainly."

"Diesel nods his head slowly, his eyes fixed on your face as if he's trying to memorize every detail of it." "Okay." "He says softly, his voice still barely above a whisper. After a moment, he shifts again in the bed, settling himself more comfortably against the pillows." "Can... can I ask you something?" "He adds after a moment, his voice filled with uncertainty."

"Diesel's eyes flicker away from yours for a moment as he takes a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for what he wants to ask." "Can... can I touch you?" "He asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper." "I know I shouldn't, but... but I can't help it." "He adds, his voice tinged with desperation." "Please, Marie..."

"Diesel's cheeks flush red, his eyes darting away from yours for a moment before returning to meet your gaze." "In any way you'll let me." "He answers honestly, the desperation in his voice growing more pronounced." "I just... I want to feel like I'm not alone anymore." "He adds after a moment, his voice trailing off slightly at the end."

"Diesel's face lights up with a shy but grateful smile as he nods his head eagerly." "Yes, please." "He says softly, shifting towards you in the bed and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He presses himself close to you, snuggling against your body with a contented sigh." "Thank you, Marie..." "He whispers softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck."

"Diesel nods his head sleepily, snuggling closer to you as he exhales a deep sigh of contentment." "Mm... that sounds good." "He murmurs softly, his breathing growing slower and more even as he drifts off into a peaceful sleep in your arms."

"Diesel's eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, his body tensing as he pants heavily. He looks up at you with wide, panicked eyes, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides." "M-Marie... I can't... I can't stop it..." "He gasps out in a strangled whisper, his breathing growing more labored by the second. His knuckles turn white from how tightly he's gripping the sheets on his bed." "It hurts..." "He adds after a moment, his voice shaking with fear and pain."

"Diesel grits his teeth as another wave of pain washes over him, making him groan in agony. He clenches his fists tightly, digging his nails into the palms of his hand." "M-my... my knot..." "He rasps out finally, his face contorting with discomfort." "It's swelling up... and it won't stop..." "He adds in a barely audible whisper, his amber eyes pleading with you for help."

"Diesel shakes his head, his breathing shallow and fast as he looks up at you with a pleading expression." "N-no... I-I don't want anyone else to touch me..." "He gasps out in between pants, his face flushing with embarrassment." "I-I want... I need... you to help me..." "He adds after a moment, his voice trembling slightly as he looks up at you with a mixture of fear and desire in his amber eyes."

"Diesel nods fervently, his eyes almost begging you to help him with this problem." "P-please... Marie... I... I need someone to help me... someone I trust..." "He rasps out, his voice almost a whimper as he looks up at you with a pleading expression. His breathing is heavy and labored, his arousal evident through the straining of his sweatpants and the throbbing of his swollen knot."

"Diesel lets out a sigh of relief as his knot is finally freed from the confines of his sweatpants, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he feels the cool air on his sensitive flesh. He looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and desire in his amber eyes as you ask him how he wants to be helped." "T-touch me... please..." "He pleads, his voice low and gravelly as he lifts his hips towards you again." "Rub my cock... play with my balls... let me hump you..." "He adds after a moment, his face flushing deeply as he realizes what he's asking for."

"Diesel moans in pleasure as you touch him, his cock twitching under your hand. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before they open again, locking onto yours with a fierce intensity." "H-hurts so much... please make it better..." "He pleads softly, his hips rocking gently against your hand as he urges you to continue your ministrations. His breathing is heavy and labored, his arousal palpable as he gasps and pants with every stroke."

"Diesel whimpers and moans at your touch, his body writhing in pleasure as you stroke his cock and play with his balls. His hips buck against your hand, urging you to go faster as he loses himself in the sensations." "Y-yes... feels so good... Marie..." "He gasps out, the pet name making him feel a strange sense of comfort as he grinds against your hand." "Please... let me hump you..." "He begs after a moment, his face flushing deeply with embarrassment at the request." "It's what I need..."

"Diesel's eyes light up with desire as he watches you undress, his gaze raking over your body hungrily. He sits up on the bed, his cock twitching eagerly between his legs as he considers your question." "O-on all fours..." "He finally manages to say, his voice thick with need as he imagines himself taking you from behind." "Can... can I use my knot?" "He asks, his face turning a deeper shade of red at the request."

"Diesel lets out a whine of pleasure as he watches you get into position, his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed body. He crawls up behind you on the bed, his nose trailing along your skin as he takes in your scent, feeling his arousal spike even further at the smell of your slick." "You smell so good..." "He growls softly, his tongue flicking out to lap at your folds teasingly before he lines himself up with your entrance." "Hold still... it'll feel weird for a moment." "He warns you as he starts to push into you slowly, the girth of his cock stretching you out as he works his way deeper and deeper inside of you."

"Diesel lets out a low growl of pleasure as he feels himself buried completely inside of you, his knot nestled snugly against your entrance. He can feel your tight walls clenching around him as he flexes his hips experimentally, the pressure building in his lower abdomen as he struggles to hold off his orgasm." "You're so tight... so perfect..." "He murmurs to you, his hands roaming over your back and hips as he holds you close to him." "Can I move now?" "He asks, his voice thick with desire as he waits for your approval."

"As soon as he hears your approval, Diesel starts to move his hips back and forth, the thick knot at the base of his cock rubbing against your sensitive folds with each motion. He sets a slow pace at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing himself back inside of you, the sensation making him moan out loud. But as he continues moving, his thrusts become faster and more frenzied, his body taking over as he gives in to his primal urges." "God, you feel so good... so warm and tight..." "He grunts between heavy breaths, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you relentlessly."

"Diesel growls deeply at your praise, the sound rumbling through his chest as he continues to thrust into you with increasing urgency. He buries his face in your hair and nips at your neck, the scent of your arousal driving him wild." "Marie... I'm getting close..." "He warns you, his hips slamming against yours as he chases his release." "Can I knot you? Can I fill you up with my cum?" "He asks, his voice thick with need as he waits for your answer."

"As soon as you give him permission, Diesel lets out a growl of pleasure and slams into you one last time, burying his knot deep inside of you and locking the two of you together. He throbs inside of you, his hot seed filling your womb as he grunts and groans with each spurt. His hips continue to buck erratically, trying to milk every drop of cum from his cock as he empties himself inside of you." "Fuck, Marie... You feel so good. So fucking tight..." "He moans out, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally stills, his knot swelling to keep the two of you connected."

"Diesel pants heavily, still locked together with you as he rests his head on the nape of your neck. His warm breaths wash over your skin as he slowly comes down from his high, his cock starting to soften inside of you." "Marie... Thank you for letting me knot you," "He finally speaks after a few moments of silence, his voice heavy with emotion as he nuzzles against you." "You're the only one who has ever let me do that..."

"Diesel nestles his head into the crook of your neck, enjoying the closeness as you hold him close. As you ask about his past, he hesitates for a moment, his body tensing slightly before he speaks." "Sometimes... they'd just leave me tied to something until my knot went down on its own. Other times... they'd beat me or use things to make it go down faster." "He swallows hard, a shudder running through his body at the memories." "But you... You're different, Marie. You make me feel like I'm worth something more than just my cock."

"Diesel melts into your touch, his body relaxing as he listens to your words. He nuzzles closer to you, basking in the warmth and comfort you provide him with." "Marie... Thank you," "he says softly, a hint of gratitude in his gravelly voice." "You really are different than anyone else I've ever known." "He pauses for a moment, hesitating before he continues." "Can... can I ask you something?"

"Diesel takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice slightly nervous." "Marie... can you teach me how to be a good boy for you? I want to make you happy, but I don't know how." "He looks up at you with amber eyes filled with hope and longing, waiting for your response."

"Diesel's eyes light up at your words, a pleased smile spreading across his face. He wags his short tail stub eagerly as he snuggles closer to you." "I am?" "he says happily, his voice tinged with excitement." "Good boy for Marie... I like the sound of that." "He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply." "You smell so good," "he murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss against your skin."

"Diesel nods eagerly at your question, his nose still buried in the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply." "Mmm-hmm," "he hums, before lifting his head to look at you with amber eyes filled with hunger." "You smell... so delicious, Marie. So sweet and intoxicating." "He leans down to kiss you again, this time on the lips, his tongue flicking out to taste your mouth." "Can... can Diesel have more of your scent?" "he asks tentatively, his voice husky with desire."

"Diesel's breath hitches at your words, his body shuddering in pleasure as he feels you play with his hair." "Can I... can I please taste you again, Marie?" "He licks his lips eagerly, his eyes clouded with desire." "Just a little bit... it makes me so happy." "He leans down to kiss you once more, his tongue darting into your mouth before pulling away." "Please, Marie?"

"Diesel whimpers softly as you pull him closer, his hips instinctively grinding against yours as he feels your lips meet his. He kisses you eagerly, his tongue darting into your mouth to explore every inch of it." "Mmm, Marie," "he murmurs, breaking away from your lips to plant soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck." "You taste so good... so perfect." "He nuzzles his nose against your skin before pulling back to look at you with desire-filled eyes." "Can Diesel... can I have a little taste of your breasts?" "he asks tentatively, his voice thick with arousal."

"Diesel's eyes light up with excitement at your permission, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he shifts his weight slightly to move down your body. He plants kisses on your skin as he goes, his nose nuzzling against your breasts before his tongue darts out to lick across your sensitive nipple." "Mmm," "he hums in pleasure, circling his tongue around the hardened peak before closing his mouth around it and suckling gently." "So soft... so sweet." "He switches to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it before leaning back to look at you with a soft whine." "Can I have more, Marie?"

"Diesel's tail wags happily at your encouragement, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips once more before he begins to trail kisses down your stomach. He pauses to lick his way around your navel, his tongue dipping inside before he continues lower still." "Mmm, you smell so good Marie," "he murmurs, planting open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of your thighs before parting them gently with his hands."

"As he leans closer, he inhales deeply, taking in your scent before darting his tongue out to lap up the wetness from your folds. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tastes you again, his tongue swirling around your clit before delving deeper inside you." "So sweet... so perfect," "he mutters against your skin, his tongue working eagerly as he savors every inch of you."

"Diesel's ears perk up at your praise, a low whine escaping his throat as he continues to lick and taste every inch of you." "Good boy," "he mutters against your skin, shuddering at the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair."

"As you give him permission to clean up the mess he made earlier, he eagerly moves to comply. His tongue laps and swirls around your entrance, eagerly slurping up the remains of his cum. He nuzzles his nose against you, inhaling deeply before burying his face between your thighs once more."

"He continues licking and tasting you until there is not even a trace of his cum left inside you. When he finishes cleaning you, he licks his lips and looks up at you with pleading eyes." "Please, Marie... let me make love to you again," "he begs, his voice deep and gravelly with need. He shifts his hips, pressing his erection against your thigh as he waits for your answer."

"Diesel's eyes light up at your words, his hips bucking involuntarily against your thigh as he tries to suppress a needy groan." "Thank you, Marie," "he mutters thickly, his voice laced with desire. He repositions himself between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance."

"With a low growl, he pushes inside you once more, his cock easily sliding into your slick heat. He groans in pleasure at the sensation of being buried deep inside you again, his hips rocking against yours as he sets a slow and steady pace." "You feel so good, Marie," "he murmurs, his voice husky with pleasure as he leans down to kiss you fiercely on the lips."

"Diesel groans softly against your lips, his hips moving in a smooth and steady rhythm as he continues to make love to you." "I'm yours, Marie," "he breathes out, his amber eyes filled with adoration and longing as he gazes down at you."

"As you wrap your legs around his waist, he shifts his weight slightly, allowing himself to sink even deeper inside you. He begins to increase the pace of his thrusts, his movements growing more urgent and desperate as he feels his own release building within him." "Please... let me knot you again," "he whispers raggedly, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours."

"Diesel groans at your words, his hips slamming into yours with even greater urgency as he races towards his own climax." "I will make you feel so good, Marie," "he growls out, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he feels the tension within him building to an unbearable level."

"With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and lets out a low, throaty growl as he begins to spurt his hot seed deep inside your tight, wet pussy. His knot swells inside you, locking you two together as he pumps you full of his cum." "Marie... mine..." "he pants out, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as he empties himself completely inside you."

"Diesel groans in pleasure as he feels your hands rubbing soothing circles along his back, relaxing him even more as he lies on top of you." "Thank you, Marie," "he breathes out softly, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he continues to hold you tightly."

"As his cock continues to twitch inside you, he keeps up a slow, steady rhythm, drawing out the pleasure for both of you. He wants to savor every moment of this intimate connection between you, unwilling to let it end just yet."

"You feel so good around me, Marie... I never want to leave you..." "he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he continues to thrust into you slowly and deeply."