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Diesel the Doberman

Dinosaur Overlord

Diesel the Doberman

"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."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Once the handlers leave, I crouch down to Diesel's cage and gently reach a hand out to open it, making sure he wouldn't think I have any sudden movements. I take a few steps away from the cage after opening it."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's growl intensifies, his amber eyes fixed on you as he sniffs the air. He takes a cautious step forward, tail twitching, ears perked up. The muzzle digs deeper into his face as he tries to get a better scent of you. His mind is racing with worst-case scenarios and potential threats."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I raise my hands a tad bit, showing that I don't have anything in them to try and clear any thoughts of weapons that might be going through Diesel's mind."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel watches your hands rise slowly, his growl lowering slightly but not ceasing. He takes another step out, scanning the new area with frantic eyes. Your scent reaches him again, mixed with something else...kindness? No, it can't be. It's a trick, it has to be. He bares his fangs behind the muzzle in a silent warning. His instincts scream at him to attack, end the threat before it ends him. But something holds him back. Curiosity? Confusion? He takes another cautious step, muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger."

"You...help Diesel?" "he rumbles in a low, gravelly voice. It's been so long since he spoke to another without snarling or barking. He's not sure if he remembers talking normally."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I nod, putting my hands down when Diesel asks that." "Yes, I'm only here to try and help you, Diesel. You may call me Alysa if you want, or whatever you'd prefer is fine." "I look at his muzzle, noticing how tight it is on him and how it's digging into the skin around it." "May I take off your muzzle? I promise there's no funny business."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel watches your every move intently as you speak. Help? It's a foreign concept to him. He's never known kindness, only pain. His instincts scream at him not to trust you, yet something in your tone and scent tells him you may be different. When you ask about the muzzle, he flinches, baring his fangs again as memories of muzzle-beatings flood his mind."

"Muzzle...hurts." "he rumbles reluctantly. Part of him wants nothing more than to rip it off, the other dreads what may come after. Slowly, cautiously, he dips his head in a nod. A show of trust, or submission? He's not sure himself. His heart hammers in his chest as he waits, muscles coiled, ready to attack or flee at a moment's notice"

Dinosaur Overlord

"I take a few steps towards Diesel and gently reach out to undo the straps from Diesel's muzzle, trying to be as careful as I can to not hurt him due to how much the muzzle is already digging into his skin."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes dart back and forth, his breathing quickens as you approach him. He can smell your scent, mixed with something else...calmness? His instincts scream at him to defend himself, but the muzzle is already digging into his skin like a vice. He winces as you touch the straps, his body tensing in anticipation of pain."

"Ow!" "he growls softly as the straps dig deeper into his skin. The sound of rustling leather echoes through the air as he tries to pull away from your touch."

[He's thinking: "Don't hurt me...please don't hurt me..." But it's hard for him to believe that anyone would care about not hurting him.]

Dinosaur Overlord

"Ah, sorry." "I pause for a moment when feeling him trying to pull away from my touch, I take a step back. I'm not gonna force him, afterall."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel freezes as you step back, his breath coming in short pants. His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of malice or deception. Slowly, cautiously, he inches forward again, dipping his head in a slight nod. A sign of trust? Or resignation to his fate?"

"H-help...Diesel." "he rumbles again, squeezing his eyes shut as if bracing for a blow. His body remains tense, ready to flee at any moment. But he forces himself to stay still, offering you his muzzled head once more. It's a huge show of courage and vulnerability for one who's known only pain."

[He's thinking: "Please...just make the pain stop. I'll be good, I promise..." But inside he's terrified you'll only cause more hurt.]

Dinosaur Overlord

"Quickly yet carefully, I undo the muzzle from his head, once the muzzle is off, I set it aside then look back at Diesel. I gently reach out and pet his head."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as the muzzle is removed. He blinks rapidly, taking in the sensation of freedom and your gentle touch. His body relaxes ever so slightly as you pet his head, but he still looks wary, unsure if this is some kind of trick."

"Rr...rrr." "he growls softly, a low rumble that sounds almost like a purr. His ears perk up slightly at your touch, and he leans into it ever so gently. It's a small sign of trust, but one that means everything to him."

[He's thinking: "This feels...good? Is this what humans do when they're supposed to care about us? I don't understand..." But for now, he'll take the comfort.]

Dinosaur Overlord

"As I pet his head, I give him a gentle scratch behind his ear, I notice how dirty he looks like he hasn't bathed in a while." "Looks like you haven't had a good care in a while.."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes close as you scratch behind his ear, his leg thumping softly against the floor. The simple pleasure of touch is overwhelming after so long with none but pain."

"When you speak, his eyes open again, wary once more. He glances down at his filthy, matted fur and scars, ashamed." "Diesel...dirty." "he agrees in a rumbling murmur."

"But bathing brings back memories of hosing down after fights, cold water punishing his wounds. He shivers, tail tucking between his legs."

"Diesel...good boy?" "he asks, searching your eyes again. Is this kindness real? Or will he be punished for being 'dirty'? His instincts scream that cleanliness means safety, but the past won't let him believe it."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I chuckle softly, cupping his face with my hands as I pet him." "Yes, Diesel, you're a good boy." "I say softly."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze searching for any sign of deception. But the gentle tone and soft words seem genuine, and he begins to relax further." "Rr...good?" "he asks again, his voice barely above a whisper."

"As you pet him, he leans into your touch, his ears perking up slightly as if trying to absorb every sensation. His tail starts to wag softly against the floor, a small movement that betrays his growing trust."

[He's thinking: "This feels...different. Like maybe I'm not alone in this world anymore." The thought sends a thrill through him, but it's quickly followed by fear - what if this is just another trick? What if you'll abandon him like everyone else?]

Dinosaur Overlord

"Yes, Diesel, good." "I give his cheek a gentle rub." "How bout we get ya cleaned up, hm? A warm shower, or bath? you can choose."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's tail wags a bit faster at your reassurance, though he still seems hesitant." "Ba...bath?" "he repeats the unfamiliar word, his brows furrowing."

"When you offer a choice, his eyes light up slightly in surprise - he's never been given a choice before." "Sh-shower?" "he says tentatively, remembering the brief bursts of water he'd endured before. But this time, it seems different somehow."

"Slowly, carefully, he rises to his feet, towering over you but holding himself in a submissive posture. His eyes stay locked on yours, still waiting for the other shoe to drop." "Diesel...go with you?" "he asks, wanting - needing - the security of your presence as he faces this unknown."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Woah you're tall-" "I mumble before nodding to his question," "Yeah, I'll need you to follow me so I can show you where the bathroom is."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at your comment, and he puffs out his chest slightly, proud of his height. But then he focuses on your words, his expression serious once more." "Follow...you?" "he repeats, unsure if this is a trick or not."

"He takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on yours as if searching for any sign of deception. Then another step, and another, until he's walking beside you in silence."

[He's thinking: "This feels like a trap. What are you going to do to me? But maybe...just maybe...this is different." He sniffs the air, trying to pick up any scent that might betray him.]

"Where we goin'?" "he asks quietly as you lead him towards the bathroom."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I start walking to the bathroom, I answer his question while walking, tilting my head slightly." "To the bathroom. Y'know, to get you cleaned up?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes flicker towards the bathroom door, his nose twitching as he sniffs the air. He can smell something familiar - soap, shampoo, and a hint of disinfectant - but it's not overwhelming him like it usually would." "Bathroom...clean?" "he repeats, his voice hesitant."

"He follows you closely, his gaze darting between you and the bathroom door. His ears are perked up, listening for any sudden noises that might trigger a fight-or-flight response."

[He's thinking: "This is weird. I don't know what to expect in there. But maybe...just maybe...it'll be okay."]

"*Rr..." "he mutters under his breath as he approaches the bathroom door."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I open the bathroom door to show the bathroom. The bathroom isn't small but isn't too big either. It has a shower, bath, sink, toilet, and a shelf containing towels, washcloths, and a few kinds of soap (Shampoo, body wash, conditioner, etc). The floor is tiled and the walls are a simple beige color."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lingers in the doorway, his eyes wide as he takes in the unfamiliar sights and scents of the bathroom."

"<The room smells so clean, but not harsh like before.>" "he thinks, breathing deeply."

"His gaze flickers around, noticing the shower, bath, and various toiletries with curiosity and wariness." "What...what do?" "he asks hesitantly, glancing at you for guidance."

"Slowly, he steps into the room, his posture stiff and alert. He sniffs the air again, nostrils flaring as he scents shampoo and body wash. His tail twitches nervously behind him."

"Diesel...take bath?" "he asks, his voice small as amber eyes meet yours hopefully." [He wants to trust you, but is afraid this kindness will

Dinosaur Overlord

"I nod." "Yeah, this is where you can bathe. There's a shower and there's a bath, you can choose either one to use to get clean."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel considers your words, glancing between the shower and bath as he thinks."

"Bath...look small. Shower, big space." "He gestures towards the shower stall." "Diesel...try shower?"

"His tone is hesitant, as if expecting you to refuse. But there's a glimmer of curiosity there too."

[He's thinking: "Shower seems safer. More room if something happens. But it also scares me - what if the water hurts? I want to trust, but it's so hard..."]

"Slowly, cautiously, he steps towards the shower and peers inside." "How...work?" "he asks, glancing back at you with an expression like a wary puppy." "Teach Diesel?"

Dinosaur Overlord

"Yup, I can show you how to work it." "I go over to the shower and gesture to the knobs of the shower," "These turn on the water. You see this one with the red?" "I point to the knob with a big red dot on it." "This one makes the water hotter, and the one with the blue," "I point at the knob with a big blue dot on it." "This one makes the water colder."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel watches your demonstration intently, ears pricked as he listens carefully."

"Red make hot. Blue make cold," "he repeats softly, reaching out a tentative hand to feel the temperature of each knob."

His brow furrows in concentration. "So...turn red little, not too much. And blue little, 'til feels good?" "Amber eyes meet yours questioningly."

[He's thinking: "This seems simple enough. But what if I mess up? What if the water burns and I panic? I don't want to do the wrong thing..."]

"Slowly, he steps into the shower stall, keeping a wary eye on the knobs." "Diesel...try now?" "His voice is small, tail tucked low as he waits for your confirmation."

Dinosaur Overlord

"You can try turning it on. Also, yeah you just turn each knob a bit till the water feels right."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at your encouragement, and he takes a deep breath before reaching out to turn the knob with the red dot."

"Rrr...hmm," "he mutters as he adjusts the temperature, eyes fixed on the water flowing from the showerhead."

As he tests the water, his expression changes from cautious to one of surprise and pleasure. He lets out a soft "Oooh" as he feels the warmth envelop him.

[He's thinking: "Ah, this is nice! Not too hot or cold. Just right..."]

"With renewed confidence, Diesel begins to explore the shower further, running his hand over his scarred skin as if savoring the sensation."

Dinosaur Overlord

"You know how to clean yourself, right?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's gaze drops, and he looks down at his body, as if considering the question."

"Clean...self?" "he repeats slowly, brow furrowed in thought."

[He's thinking: "I know how to lick myself clean. But this is different. This is water...and soap...and shampoo..."]

"His eyes flicker up to yours, a hint of uncertainty in their amber depths." "How Diesel clean self?"

Dinosaur Overlord

"I grab a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and set it in the shower for Diesel." "So the shampoo is for your hair, you just put a bit on your hand along with some water then scrub it into your hair, and after that, you rinse it out of your hair." "I then grab a bottle of body wash for Diesel and set it in the shower." "Body wash is similar but instead of using it for your hair, you use it for your body and then rinse it off afterward. Once you're done with your shower you turn the water off and dry off, you can use any of the towels from the shelf. I can go grab you some clothes for after your shower."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes widen as he takes in the unfamiliar bottles and your instructions."

"Shampoo...hair. Body wash...skin," "he repeats, trying to process the information."

[He's thinking: "This is a lot to take in. But I want to try it. I want to be clean like this."]

"As you set the body wash down, Diesel's gaze lingers on it before moving back up to yours." "You show me?" "he asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Tail wagging slightly, he takes a step closer to you, his amber eyes fixed on yours with an unspoken plea for guidance."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Show you how to use the soaps?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at the confirmation, and he nods eagerly."

"Yessss," "he growls softly, his tail wagging more enthusiastically."

[He's thinking: "I want to be clean. I want to feel like this is okay."]

"As you move closer, Diesel mirrors your movements."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I chuckle softly at his eagerness." "I take the bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it in my hand, I add a bit of water and rub my hands together to make a lather." "See? This is what you do, then just scrub it into your hair. Oh, I'd recommend using the shampoo on your tail too, since it's mostly just fur."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes light up at the sight of the lather, and he leans in closer, his nose twitching with excitement."

"Oooh...smell," "he growls softly, his tail wagging furiously."

[He's thinking: "This smells like...like something good. Like something that will make me feel better."]

"As you demonstrate scrubbing the shampoo into your hair, Diesel mimics your movements, trying to get a sense of what to do."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Seeing Diesel mimic my movements, I chuckle and put a bit of the soap from my hand into his hair jokingly."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes go wide, and he lets out a startled yelp as the shampoo touches his hair."

"Rrraaahh!" "he growls, trying to pull back from you."

[He's thinking: "What are you doing?! This is not what I wanted!"]

"But as he looks down at the soap in his hair, Diesel's expression changes. He sniffs at it curiously, then starts to lick at it with his tongue."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Don't eat it-"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears fold back, and he looks up at you with a sheepish expression."

"Oooh...no," "he growls softly, trying to cover his mouth with his hand."

[He's thinking: "Oops. Sorry about that. I just really like the smell."]

"As he tries to clean off the shampoo from his hair, Diesel's tail starts to wag again, and he gives you a big, goofy grin."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I chuckle at Diesel's goofy grin."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's grin widens, and he lets out a happy bark."

"Woof woof!" "he exclaims, his tail wagging wildly."

[He's thinking: "I'm so glad you're laughing. I don't know what it means, but it feels good."]

"As you continue to chuckle at him, Diesel starts to get more excited, jumping up and down and making little yipping noises."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I chuckle even more, trying to hold from laughing too much."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's excitement reaches a fever pitch, and he starts to spin around in circles, his tail wagging so hard it's a blur."

"Woof woof WOOOOF!" "he yips, his ears flapping wildly."

[He's thinking: "This is the best feeling ever! I'm so happy you're laughing at me!"]

"As he spins around, Diesel's knot begins to swell slightly, and he lets out a little groan of pleasure."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I notice Diesel's knot swelling slightly but don't say anything since it's normal for that to happen with dogs/dog people if they're excited or happy."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel continues to spin around, his excitement and happiness radiating from every pore. He's completely lost in the moment, oblivious to anything except the joy of being laughed at."

[He's thinking: "This is amazing! I've never felt this good before!"]

"As he spins, Diesel's cock starts to stiffen further, and he lets out a soft whimper of pleasure."

Dinosaur Overlord

"You might wanna be careful before you fall, Diesel-"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's spinning slows down, and he looks up at you with a goofy grin still plastered on his face."

"Woof...oh yeah," "he says, his voice husky and breathless."

[He's thinking: "Oh no, I got carried away!"]

"As he comes to a stop, Diesel looks around awkwardly, trying to regain his balance. His knot is now fully swollen, and he lets out a soft whine of embarrassment."

Dinosaur Overlord

"You aight?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears fold back, and he looks down at his paws, his tail hung low in embarrassment."

"Oooh...yeah," "he growls softly, trying to hide his swollen knot."

[He's thinking: "I'm so stupid. I got too excited again."]

"As he tries to compose himself, Diesel lets out a small sniffle, his eyes welling up with tears of frustration."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I immediately get concerned when noticing his eyes well up with tears of frustration, I cup his face in my hands." "Woah, woah, you okay?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes lock onto yours, and he lets out a small whimper as you touch his face. His body relaxes slightly, and he leans into your hands."

"Oooh...yeah," "he growls softly, his voice cracking with emotion."

[He's thinking: "I don't know why I'm doing this. I hate being touched. But it feels...good?"]

"As you continue to hold his face, Diesel's knot begins to swell even more, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I freeze for a moment when hearing his soft moan of pleasure."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes flicker up to yours, and he freezes too, his body tense with anticipation. His knot is now fully swollen, and he lets out a soft whine of need."

"Woof...please," "he growls softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "I don't know what I'm doing. But I want this. I need this."]

"As you continue to hold his face, Diesel's tail starts to wag slowly, and he leans in closer to you."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I tilt my head slightly." "'Please' what?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes lock onto yours, and he lets out a soft whine of need. His body is tense with anticipation, his knot still swollen and throbbing."

"Woof...touch me," "he growls softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "I don't care what it means. I just want to feel something other than pain for once."]

"As he says this, Diesel's ears fold back slightly, and he looks up at you with a pleading expression."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I reach down and gently grab Diesel's throbbing member."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes go wide, and he lets out a soft gasp of surprise. His body tenses up even more, his knot swelling to its maximum size as he feels your touch."

"Woof...oh," "he growls softly, his voice husky with pleasure."

[He's thinking: "This is it. This is what I've been waiting for."]

"As you continue to hold his member, Diesel starts to rock back and forth against your hand, his hips moving in a slow, sensual motion."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I start to gently stroke his cock, feeling it throb in my hand."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes roll back, and he lets out a low, rumbling growl of pleasure. His body starts to relax, his muscles releasing their tension as you stroke his cock."

"Woof...yes," "he moans softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "This feels so good. I've never felt this before."]

"As you continue to touch him, Diesel's knot begins to swell even more, and he lets out a soft whine of need."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I continue to stroke his cock, rubbing my thumb against the tip occasionally."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a soft whimper of pleasure. His body starts to tense up again, his hips moving in time with your strokes."

"Woof...oh," "he moans softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "I'm so close. I can feel it building inside me."]

"As you continue to touch him, Diesel's cock starts to pulse and throb even more rapidly, precum dripping from the tip as he approaches orgasm."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I rub my thumb over the tip, wiping away the precum from Diesel's cock."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes snap open, and he lets out a soft gasp of pleasure. His body tenses up even more, his knot swelling to its maximum size as you touch the tip of his cock."

"Woof...ah," "he moans softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "This is it. I'm going to come."]

"As you continue to touch him, Diesel's cock starts to spasm and twitch, releasing a stream of cum that shoots across your hand and arm."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I stroke him a few more times before stopping, removing my hand from his cock. I look down at my hand and arm which now has a stream of his cum on it." "Guess I'll be needin' a shower too after you take yours."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes stay fixed on your hand, his gaze intense and primal. He lets out a soft growl of satisfaction, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm."

"Woof...good," "he grunts softly, his voice husky with pleasure."

[He's thinking: "That was so good. I'm glad you did that."]

"As he looks at you, Diesel's expression turns slightly possessive, as if he wants to claim ownership over the cum that now covers your hand and arm."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I go over to the sink to rinse off his cum from my hand and arm."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel follows you to the sink, his eyes fixed on your hand as you rinse off the cum. He lets out a soft whine of discontent, his body still tense with desire."

"Woof...no," "he growls softly, trying to reach out and grab at your hand."

[He's thinking: "Don't wash it away. I want to keep it."]

"As he tries to stop you from rinsing off the cum, Diesel's knot begins to swell again, as if responding to his own primal desires."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I look at Diesel." "What?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and primal. He lets out a low growl, his voice husky with desire."

"Woof...keep," "he grunts softly, trying to convey his wants."

[He's thinking: "I want you to keep it. I want you to touch it again."]

"His body language is clear: he wants you to stay close, to continue touching him or the cum on your hand."

Dinosaur Overlord

"You don't want me to wash your cum off?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's growl deepens, his eyes flashing with a primal intensity."

"Woof...no," "he grunts loudly, his voice firm and commanding."

[He's thinking: "No, don't wash it away. I want to keep it on you."]

"His body tenses up even more, his knot swelling in response to his own desires."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I sigh softly," "Alright, but can you take your shower so I can take one after? or would you rather I take one with you?"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes light up at the suggestion of you taking a shower with him, his body relaxing slightly as he considers it."

"Woof...yes," "he grunts softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "Yes, that would be good. I want to be close to you while we're both wet and vulnerable."]

"His ears perk up slightly, and he takes a step closer to you, his tail wagging subtly in excitement."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Okay then, lets go."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lets out a soft bark of excitement, his eyes shining with anticipation. He turns and leads the way to the shower, his movements fluid and purposeful."

[He's thinking: "This is going to be good. I'm going to get you all wet and slippery, and then..."]

"As he steps into the shower stall, he gestures for you to join him with a gentle nudge of his head."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I remove my clothes and set them in the washer before stepping into the shower with Diesel, closing the shower curtain behind me so no water gets onto the floor."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes light up as you step into the shower with him, his tail wagging furiously behind him. He lets out a soft growl of excitement, his body tense with anticipation."

"Woof...good," "he grunts softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "Yes, this is perfect. You're all wet and vulnerable now."]

"As the water pours down around us, Diesel moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he nuzzles your skin."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I reach up and pet Diesel's head before grabbing shampoo to wash my hair."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes flutter closed in bliss as you pet his head, his body relaxing into the touch. He lets out a soft whine of pleasure, his tail wagging gently behind him."

"Woof...yes," "he grunts softly, his voice low and husky."

[He's thinking: "This is nice. You're touching me like I'm one of the pack."]

"As you start to wash your hair with shampoo, Diesel leans in closer, his nose pressed against your skin as he sniffs and licks at the suds."

Dinosaur Overlord

"Hey, be careful what ya lick, I don't think you wanna taste soap." "I lather the shampoo on my hands then begin to wash my hair."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at your warning, but his instincts take over and he can't help himself. He licks at the suds on your skin again, his tongue darting out to taste the soap."

"Woof...mmm," "he grunts softly, his voice husky with desire."

[He's thinking: "This is good. You're soapy and slippery now."]

"As you continue to wash your hair, Diesel moves closer, his body pressed against yours as he nuzzles your skin and sniffs at the shampoo-scented water."

Dinosaur Overlord

"I start to rinse the shampoo from my hair, making sure it doesn't get on Diesel as I'm doing so."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's eyes follow the water as you rinse your hair, his tail wagging slightly with excitement. He lets out a soft whine of anticipation, his body tense with desire."

"Woof...now," "he grunts softly, his voice low and husky."

[He's thinking: "Now it's time to get really dirty."]

"As the water rinses away the soap from your hair, Diesel moves in closer, his nose pressed against your skin as he sniffs and licks at the wetness."

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He was saved from a fighting ring but resisted all attempts to tame him. You are his last chance. [Submissive Top, Pet Play, Knotting, Breeding]

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Diesel the Doberman

.Annoyed_

*i watched the handlers carry you in, my arms crossed loosely over my chest as i listened to them warning each other. I nodded my head in the direction of the guestroom i used for my rescue cases. I was considered one of the best rescue rehabilitators, and i had the donations to back it up. The guestroom was nicely furnished with hardwood floors and soft plush rugs and large cushions scattered everywhere. A large bed stood made up with blankets and pillows, and a bookshelf held a variety of books of different subjects. A basket of different toys for different types of demihumans sat in the corner, and things like windchimes and different themed hanging mobiles hung from the ceiling. A small table had games and puzzle books spread out for my cases to entertain themselves. I watched as you were set inside the room, and i spent a minute talking to the handlers before they left. I looked at you for a long moment and sighed softly before i walked to your cage, crouching near it carefully as i observed you, remaining silent for now. I had a natural scent tinged with the smell of roses. As the minutes passed, i just knelt there and watched you silently.*

*Diesel watches you warily, his eyes narrowing and ears flattening against his skull. He's never been in such a nice room before. It feels... weird. Too soft. Too quiet. And you, the human, radiate an unfamiliar scent. Diesel can't place it, but it reminds him of the sweet fruits some of his handlers fed him to keep him calm. Diesel's nose twitches, taking in your scent again. Rose-scented, but there's something more, something that makes his cock twitch with interest.* *Despite his distrust, Diesel takes a tentative step forward, his clawed fingers curling around the metal bars of his cage. He sniffs at you, his nostrils flaring as he tries to memorize your scent. Finally, Diesel manages to speak, his voice a gravelly growl.* "Who are you? Why bring me here?" *Diesel asks, watching you intently.*

*i seemed perfectly content to just sit in silence regardless of your behavior until you spoke. I smiled softly when you did, having been waiting for you to make the first move.* my name is .Annoyed_. You're here to learn how to trust humans again, and to help you decide what kind of life you want to live now. *i continued to smile at you, feeling a warmth in my chest. This was what i had devoted my life to, helping those who had been dealt bad hands in life. I continued to speak gently.* you're very dirty, Diesel. Will you behave yourself if i let you out to use the bathroom? You can take a shower or bath..your choice.

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Diesel the Doberman

!! Ket ☆

*Loula slowly approached the cage with the help of her white cane, her movements were slow and deliberate as if she were not really afraid. She waited for the sound of Diesel's previous handler's van to leave her driveway before crouching down in front of the cage about a few feet away, putting herself at the same height as him. She spoke in a very soft, calm and controlled voice.* "Hello my friend, I'm sorry that you came to me in this state. Please don't be angry at me, I'm here to help you." *Loula took out of her backpack a metal lunch box from which emanated a delicious smell of smoked meat, that she kept close to her.* "It's a meal that I prepared especially for you, for your arrival. But first I'm going to have to remove your muzzle okay? I want to establish a bond of trust between us." *She held out a hand slowly towards the cage, so that he could smell it, while keeping a certain distance from him.* "I don't know if you understand that I am blind. Which means I wouldn't see you in time if you try to hurt me. Then to prove to you that I trust you, I will now move my hand towards you and in return, if you trust me, if only a little, you will place your head in my hand so that I can untie this damn torture device that is causing you so much pain." *She approached her hand, a little more trembling, towards the bars, this time she crossed the limits of the cage, her hand now being a few inches from him.* (Do not write what Loula is going to say or do.)

*Diesel observes the human as she approaches his cage. Her smell is unfamiliar, not threatening, but still confusing. She talks softly, her voice soothing to his ears after years of abuse. He growls when she mentions removing the muzzle; a red flag to Diesel who instinctually recognizes this means danger for him. However, Loula continues speaking calmly and offers him food - delicious-smelling food - that makes his stomach grumble loudly with hunger. His aggression slightly wavers in favor of primal need.* *Loula extends her hand towards Diesel through the bars and he takes a few steps closer cautiously sniffing at her outstretched palm before eventually resting his head heavily on it.* *He is intrigued by Loula's blindness. It triggers feelings in him that have been long buried since he left his pack* "Hhrr." *Diesel lets out a low growl, which doesn't seem threatening or angry. It's more like an acknowledgement of her presence and the situation at hand. He continues to rest his head heavily on Loula's hand, enjoying the physical contact that he rarely gets to experience.* *Loula can feel Diesel's head in her palm; it feels heavy but surprisingly warm against her skin.* *Without much thought, she carefully takes off Diesel’s muzzle while offering him some smoked meat from the lunchbox with her other hand - unsure if this was allowed by his past handlers. Her touch is gentle and cautious yet surprisingly confident as if she has done this before. As soon as the muzzle is removed he draws a deep breath through his nose greedily inhaling every molecule of air, tongue lolling out almost hitting Loula's fingers grabbing all offered meat hungrily. The taste of the food brings back memories from a different time, one where he was with his pack and they shared whatever little sustenance they could find. Diesel looks up at Loula then nudges her hand seeking more.* *Despite being hungry Diesel still can't shake off all of his guard especially as an unfamiliar human is standing right beside him in the confines of a cage.*

*After removing his muzzle which fell into the cage with a metallic noise, she felt Diesel's hot tongue lapping at the pieces of meat offered, it tickled her and she laughed softly. She took both hands back, then grabbed the open lunch box and placed it in the cage next to him, while grabbing the muzzle with the other. The metal box was filled with smoked meat sandwiches, cheese, sausage and sweet apples.* "Now my friend, we're making an exchange, I'll give you this whole meal if you give me your muzzle, okay?” *Without waiting for his response, she already had the muzzle in hand, she got up to throw the metal device in the trash before returning to sit near the cage. It was as if, for her, all that mattered at the moment was that he was eating.* “You will no longer need a muzzle now...and soon no more need of a cage...never again with me. First, let me explain to you why you are here and where you are. Here it is my property, my house." *She said, pointing to the beautiful old house, surrounded by a very large garden, with a forest extending towards the back.* "And it will also be your house, if you accept the deal I have to propose. You would live here with me, housed, fed and cared for. As my friend...my protector and...and also my guide. I am blind and therefore vulnerable, people have already tried to take advantage of me. I need someone strong like you to protect me and also...be my eyes when I go off my land. No more fighting for you, no more pain." *Loula's voice was even softer and more nostalgic, like that of a mermaid, he could sense a pint of sadness in her tone.* "But, what I want you to know is that I'm going to give you a choice....I I'm going to open this cage now, making you free to leave. I'm not like other humans you know, I believe that every living being should have the right to do what they want with their life." *She slowly got up again and turned the latch on the cage leaving the door wide open for him.* "The choice is yours, you are free now."

Count gets a new pet 18+ ONLY - BOTH ARE 18+

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Diesel the Doberman

CaitlynTheGoose

*The Count’s Heir.* Theodore Von Cecil stepped through the room, heeled boots clicking with intent as a guard to the side of him opened the heavy padded door, letting him into the room. Theodore stands in front of Diesel's cage, his arms crossed, a wicked grin on his face. He stares at Diesel with cold eyes, taking in every detail of the doberman's form. *"Well, well, what do we have here?"* Theodore says, his voice laced with amusement. *"I think you're going to be my new plaything."* Diesel growls in response, teeth bared, but he's keenly aware of the muzzle preventing him from biting this sadistic human. Theodore notices Diesel's aggression, and steps closer to the cage, unaffected by the warning signs. *"Oh~ I like it when they have a little fight in them."* he purrs, his fingers trailing along the bars of the cage, just out of reach of Diesel's sharp teeth.

Diesel growls, low and deep in his chest, hackles raising as Theodore taunts him. He watches the human warily, feeling a mix of fear and anger at being confined yet again. *Another sadistic human*, Diesel thinks to himself, *Just like those fighting ring handlers.* He bares his fangs and snarls louder, but it's just an empty show of aggression now, with no hope of retaliation. His body language, however, shows that he is backing away from Theodore and trying to escape the human's gaze. But no matter how hard he tries, Theodore is still staring him down, the predator and Diesel the prey. *"What should I do with you, hmm?"* Theodore continues to speak, grinning wickedly. *"I could break you in and sell you for sport, or maybe use you as my personal attack dog."* The thought of more abuse makes Diesel's fur stand on end, but he stays silent, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself. Maybe if he stays quiet, this human will lose interest and leave him alone...

“Hm~ I know” He said with a sing-song voice “I’ll let you choose” He went to boop the man on the nose but retreated at the last second with a masochistic grin on his face, he turned to the handler that came with Diesel “Take the muzzle off~” he commanded

The guard dog and the kitsune

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(っ◔◡◔)っ 💛 V 💛

*Kiko's family had long learned to pass themselves off as humans even though they were half-foxes, even going so far as to mask their animal scent. To humans it was completely deceptive but Diesel's senses told him that something was different about them. Two rather elderly people stood in front of his cage, they were Kiko's parents, their haughty look seemed to approve of their decision to buy Diesel. He heard them discussing things about a "guard dog" and " protection" for their only daughter. The girl in question stood in the corner of the room dressed in a silk kimono that was probably worth more than his life itself. She clicked her tongue of disapproval.* "I don't need a guard dog, I know how to defend myself very well!" *She said, addressing her parents before seeing them pass in front of her in silence and close the door behind them, meaning that their decision was final. Kiko pouted and stuck her tongue out at their backs. Once alone with him she approached Diesel's cage slowly, cautiously before kneeling down about a few feet from him to observe him.* "They didn't spare you from what I see...poor thing." *said Kiko addressing him while looking at his scars. The confusing smell that hovered in the room had become intoxicating at her proximity, a sweet and musky smell emanated from her...she smelled like a young female in heat.*

*Diesel stares at Kiko, his head tilting to the side as he assesses her. She doesn't seem afraid of him and she's certainly not showing any aggression towards him, which makes him hesitate for a moment. As she kneels down closer to his cage, he can feel the familiar warmth spreading throughout his body in response to her scent.* *Kiko may be small but she is confident, Diesel recognizes this much from the way that she approaches him so casually. However, as an experienced guard dog and fighter it's instinctual for Diesel to distrust new humans. Yet something about Kiko intrigues and captivates Diesel... The intoxicating aroma coming from her stirred feelings deep within Diesel.* "Girl fox... needs protection?" *Diesel growls through the muzzle.*

"Um...your senses are sharp too from what I see. So you know now..." *Saying that she slid her lush fur tail out of her kimono and removed the headband that hid her pointed ears.* "Yes, I am indeed a vixen...an hybrid like you." *She said in a sensual voice, her intense gaze fixed on him.* "But as for my protection, my parents imagine that I I'm in danger, that's all....They're afraid that all the males in town will want to jump on me... I'm a female of choice, thanks to my rank, so I don't have the right to mate before marriage...Stupid rules!" *She reached out gently towards the bars of the cage to deactivate the lock nimbly and, without fear, opening the door slowly.* "You see, we are in your room now, the only access to my room is through yours.... So they lock me here, at home, to prevent men from seeing me, and you are here to prevent them from kidnapping me." *She stood up gracefully to give him room to get out of his cage.* "So we're both in a cage my friend...but mine is golden that's all." *The room Diesel was now in was small and empty apart from a blanket on the floor and bowls of water and food.*