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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."

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“try exercise corner it will help you get stronger “"yell from kitchen"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sniffs the air, catching a whiff of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. He pauses at the edge of the exercise corner, eyeing it with suspicion."

<>...Strong?* "He whimpers; his gaze flicking towards you".

""Maybe..."" he rasps; a low growl rumbling in his chest *.

His tail twitches nervously - hesitation battling desire .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel circles the sandbags cautiously, his amber eyes narrowed. He sniffs a weight with interest, tail giving a hesitant wag."

<>...Heavy?* "He whimpers; ears perked for your approval".

""Want..."" he rasps; pawsing to study you *.

His muscles tense - anticipation building within him .

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“haha you fighting before right this is clip of Thai boxing try watching it and practice maybe if you can good in this you can protect me too “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lifts his head, ears perked. He cocks his head to the side, trying to understand your words."

<>...Fight?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Protect..."" he rasps; eyes fixed on the flickering screen *.

His gaze sharpens - a spark of protectiveness igniting within him .

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“haha I will go continue cooking ok keep going diesel you can do it “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stares intently at the screen, his amber eyes following the movements of the fighters. He snarls softly, mimicking their strikes with his paws."

<>...Move?* "He whimpers; a low growl escaping his throat".

""Do..."" he rasps; eyes never leaving the screen *.

His tail thumps against the ground - a flicker of determination in his stance .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel shadow boxes, his movements clumsy but powerful. He snarls as he throws a punch, his claws extended."

<>...Strong?* "He whimpers; ears perked for your approval".

""Good..."" he rasps; a low growl rumbling in his chest *.

His muscles strain with exertion - focus hardening within him .

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“that good boy keeps learning the meals is near to finish “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel paws at the ground, his amber eyes gleaming with anticipation. He lets out a sharp bark, then turns to stare intently at you."

<>...Food?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Soon..."" he rasps; his tail thumping excitedly *.

His entire body vibrates with eager anticipation .

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“in around 20 minutes when the meal will done can I watch you learn boxing while waiting it ready “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stiffens, a low growl escaping his throat. He paces restlessly, unable to contain his impatience."

<>...Watch?* "He whimpers; ears flattened against his head".

""Want..."" he rasps; eyes fixed on you *.

His muscles bunch up - frustration battling with eagerness .

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“haha I want to see you try Thai boxing show me please and let go to eat together “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel hesitates, then slowly lowers himself into a fighting stance. He snarls softly, pawing at the ground tentatively."

<>...Eat?* "He whimpers; a flicker of hope in his amber eyes".

""Show..."" he rasps; eyes locked on yours *.

His tail gives a tentative wag - trust warring with suspicion .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel circles you slowly, testing your boundaries. He lets out a low growl, mimicking the fighters on screen."

<>...Near?* "He whimpers; sniffing the air for food".

""Hungry..."" he rasps; paws shifting restlessly *.

His muscles tense - anticipation crackling through him .

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“ok ok let go inside “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel follows you eagerly, tail wagging tentatively. He nudges your leg with his snout, urging you forward."

<>...Food?* "He whimpers; eager to eat".

""Now..."" he rasps; eyes fixed on the kitchen door *.

His entire body vibrates with a mix of hunger and anticipation .

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“sit hear big guys I will ready in a minute “"I used a towel to wipe Diesel's sweat, put the water next to him, and went to turn on the oven with the meat pie inside."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sits patiently, a low whine escaping his throat as he laps at the water. He watches you intently, amber eyes fixed on your every move."

<>...Wet?* "He whimpers; enjoying the coolness".

""Drink..."" he rasps; tongue lolling out *.

His tail thumps gently against the floor - a mix of gratitude and impatience in his gaze .

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"I prepared Diesel 2 meat pies, 1 1/2 baked potatoes, 1 small bowl of salad and onion soup. Mine was the same as Diesel's but smaller."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at the aroma of food. He licks his chops, his stomach growling audibly."

<>...Meat?* "He whimpers; his tail beating a frantic rhythm".

""Food..."" he rasps; eyes glued to your spread *.

He sits rigid with anticipation - drool forming at the corners of his mouth .

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“it hot be careful ok”

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel barely acknowledges your warning, already reaching for a meat pie with his massive paw. He takes a large bite, savoring the taste."

<>...Burn?* "He whimpers; a flash of pain crossing his amber eyes".

""Good..."" he rasps; continuing to devour his meal *.

He chews greedily - oblivious to everything but the delicious food before him .

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“hey don’t eat to fast slow down diesel it not disappear “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel pauses, his head tilted in confusion. He glances at you, then back at the remaining meat pie."

<>...Wait?* "He whimpers; his ears drooping".

""More..."" he rasps; a hint of frustration in his voice *.

His tail slows to a hesitant wag - hunger battling with newfound obedience .

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“you can eat but you need to slow down ok”

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel nods slowly, resuming his meal at a more measured pace. He chews thoughtfully, savoring each bite."

<>...Slow?* "He whimpers; trying to control his hunger".

""Eat..."" he rasps; his amber eyes fixed on you *.

His tail wags cautiously - relief mixing with the anticipation of another treat .

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“that it good boy I have more is you want “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up, his gaze brightening. He finishes the last bite of pie, licking his plate clean."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; eager for another helping".

""Want..."" he rasps; his tail wagging furiously *.

He stares at you expectantly - hope burning in his amber eyes .

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"I go to bring another set of Diesel food 2 meat pies, 1 1/2 baked potatoes, 1 small bowl of salad and onion soup."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lets out a low whine, his body trembling with excitement. He pushes himself up and paces anxiously."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; unable to contain his anticipation".

""Now..."" he rasps; his eyes fixed on your every move *.

His tail whips back and forth - hunger overwhelming all other thoughts .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's whole body relaxes as you place the food before him. He snatches up a meat pie and devours it in two massive bites."

<>...Yummy?* "He whimpers; mouth stained with gravy".

""More..."" he rasps; his eyes never leaving his plate *.

His tail thumps against the floor - pure bliss radiating from his scarred form .

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“ok this is the last one ok? if you don’t full yet I need to grill some bread for you”"bring more food for diesel"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel pauses mid-chew, his head cocked in confusion. He looks at you, then back at the remaining food."

<>...Bread?* "He whimpers; sniffing the air cautiously".

""Eat..."" he rasps; a hint of urgency in his voice *.

His tail slows to a gentle wag - torn between contentment and anticipation for something new .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel eyes the fresh food before him, then looks up at you. He nudges a baked potato with his nose, taking a tentative sniff."

<>...Good?* "He whimpers; ears perked in curiosity".

""Smell..."" he rasps; his gaze lingering on your face *.

His tail wags slowly - cautiously venturing into unknown territory .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel takes a cautious bite of the potato, chewing slowly. His eyes widen as he tastes it."

<>...Taste?* "He whimpers; a rumble of approval vibrating in his chest".

""Good..."" he rasps; his tail thumping against the floor *.

He devours the rest of the potato with gusto - hunger replaced by pure satisfaction .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel finishes the last bite, licking his plate clean. He glances up at you expectantly."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; his amber eyes gleaming with anticipation".

""More..."" he rasps; a low growl rumbling in his throat *.

His tail wags restlessly - eager for another taste of something new .

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“you eat a lot of food “"I garb the lasts tree meat pie for diesel"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lets out a guttural whine, his whole body quivering with excitement. He nudges your hand with his nose, eager for the pies."

<>...Please?* "He whimpers; his gaze fixed on the meat pies".

""Now..."" he rasps; a hint of impatience in his voice *.

His tail thumps against the floor - anticipation building to a crescendo .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel takes the pies in his massive paws, inhaling their savory aroma. He devours them one after another, leaving no crumbs behind."

<>...Tasty?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Hungry..."" he rasps; his amber eyes gleaming with a primal hunger *.

His tail wags furiously - content and satiated .

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“can you drink milk or not “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sniffs the air, tilting his head. He licks his lips hesitantly."

<>...Milk?* "He whimpers; a flicker of curiosity in his amber eyes".

""Never..."" he rasps; his gaze searching yours *.

His ears perk up - intrigued by the unfamiliar scent .

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“this is 1 liter of soy milk “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel studies the soy milk with a wary eye. He sniffs it cautiously, his nose twitching."

<>...Smell?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Different..."" he rasps; his gaze lingering on the unfamiliar liquid *.

His tail remains still - uncertainty warring with curiosity .

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“dink like this “"I drink some soy milk"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel watches you intently as you drink the soy milk, his amber eyes fixed on your lips. He licks them tentatively."

<>...You?* "He whimpers; a flicker of desire in his gaze".

""Want..."" he rasps; his tail thumping softly against the floor *.

His head tilts - a yearning to mimic your actions .

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“here you are “"give diesel soy milk nearly full bottle"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel takes the bottle cautiously, his nose twitching as he sniffs its contents. He nudges it towards his mouth tentatively."

<>...Drink?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Different..."" he rasps; his tail wagging hesitantly *.

His eyes dart between you and the bottle - uncertainty giving way to a cautious eagerness .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel raises the bottle to his lips and takes a tentative sip. His eyes widen as the soy milk coats his tongue."

<>...Good?* "He whimpers; a low rumble of approval vibrating in his chest".

""More..."" he rasps; his tail thumping against the floor *.

His ears perk up - pleasure spreading through him .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel gulps down the soy milk, his tongue lapping at the rim of the bottle. He finishes it in a few quick swigs."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; his amber eyes gleaming with anticipation".

""Good..."" he rasps; a low growl rumbling in his throat *.

His tail wags furiously - satisfied and wanting more .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans against you, his head resting on your leg. He sighs contentedly, savoring the feeling of fullness."

<>...Full?* "He whimpers; a low growl rumbling in his chest".

""Happy..."" he rasps; his amber eyes half-closed *.

His tail thumps gently against the floor - content and at ease .

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“you eat a lot of food to make you full you know big boy “ "use my head to bump diesel head softly"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel nuzzles his head against yours, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He closes his eyes, enjoying the contact."

<>...Full?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping softly against the floor".

""Yes..."" he rasps; a hint of affection in his voice *.

His ears perk up - pleased by your gesture .

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"Pat Diesel's head"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans into your touch, his amber eyes closing in contentment. A low rumble of pleasure vibrates through his chest."

<>...Good?* "He whimpers; his tail wagging slowly".

""Like..."" he rasps; a soft sigh escaping his lips *.

His body relaxes - basking in the warmth of your attention .

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"Scratching Diesel's belly"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lets out a low, rumbling groan as you scratch his belly. His eyes flutter open, gazing up at you with pure bliss."

<>...Scratch?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping harder against the floor".

""More..."" he rasps; a contented sigh escaping his lips *.

His whole body wriggles with pleasure - unable to contain himself .

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"continue Scratching Diesel's belly and Pat Diesel's head together"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel rolls onto his back, exposing his belly for more scratching. He lets out a series of soft whimpers, eyes half-closed in pure ecstasy."

<>...Good..."He sighs; his tail beating a frantic rhythm against the floor".

""So good..."" he rasps; a low growl rumbling deep in his chest *.

His paws twitch playfully - overcome with pleasure and contentment .

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“you like it your belly is hard and full of muscles you know “"continue Scratching Diesel's belly and Pat Diesel's head together"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel nuzzles his head against your hand, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He arches his back, pressing further into your touch."

<>...Muscles?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping harder".

""Strong..."" he rasps; a hint of pride in his voice *.

His eyes flicker with anticipation - craving more attention .

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“yes my strong boy my good boy “"continue Scratching Diesel's belly and Pat Diesel's head together"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel lets out a rumbling purr, his eyes closing in bliss. He nuzzles closer to your hand, savoring the feeling of your touch."

<>...Good boy?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping like a drum".

""Yes..."" he rasps; a low sigh escaping his lips *.

His entire body relaxes - soaking up the praise and affection .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel rolls onto his side, exposing more of his belly for you to scratch. He sighs contentedly, letting out a soft whine."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping gently".

""Here..."" he rasps; a low rumble in his chest *.

His eyes are closed - completely at ease and lost in the sensation .

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"I buried my face in Diesel's belly and rubbed it back and forth through the fabric.""Who's the good kid? Who's the good kid? Diesel." "speaks in a muffled voice"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel trembles slightly under your touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He nuzzles his head against your cheek, enjoying the warmth of your breath."

<>...Good kid?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping harder".

""Diesel..."" he rasps; a soft sigh escaping his lips *.

His whole body relaxes - melting into the feeling of closeness and affection .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's growl deepens, a guttural sound that vibrates through your hand. He pushes closer, seeking more of your touch."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; his eyes fluttering open".

""Here..."" he rasps; a low rumble in his chest *.

His body tenses with anticipation - eager for more .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's tail beats a rapid tattoo against the floor, his breath coming in short gasps. He arches his back, pressing harder into your touch."

<>...Like this?* "He whimpers; his eyes half-closed".

""Yes..."" he rasps; a low growl escaping his lips *.

His whole body is trembling with desire - ready for more .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans into your touch, his head tilted back in invitation. A low whine escapes his throat, a sound filled with both pleasure and longing."

<>...More?* "He whimpers; his eyes fixed on yours".

""Here..."" he rasps; a guttural growl rumbling deep within him *.

His entire body is taut with tension - ready to explode .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel pushes himself up on his front paws, his eyes burning with desire. He licks your hand, a hot rasping tongue against your skin."

<>...Touch me?* "He whimpers; his tail thrashing wildly".

""Yes..."" he rasps; a low growl vibrating in his chest *.

His cock twitches beneath the fabric of his pants - wanting you to feel him .

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans forward, pressing his body against yours. He nuzzles your hand with his nose, a low whine escaping his throat."

<>...Please?* "He whimpers; his eyes pleading".

""Want..."" he rasps; a guttural growl rumbling deep in his chest *.

His cock throbs against you - impatient and eager .

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"My face turned red with embarrassment and I realized what I had done."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel steps back, his amber eyes fixed on yours. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but it doesn't sound angry."

<>...Embarrassed?* "He whimpers; his ears perked".

""Confused..."" he rasps; a hint of curiosity in his voice *.

His cock still presses against you - a tangible desire lingering .

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“you want me to help with that thing right “"look at diesel pants"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stiffens, his growl deepening. He licks his lips, eyes locked on yours."

<>...Yes?* "He whimpers; his tail thumping a rapid tattoo against the floor".

""Help..."" he rasps; a low moan escaping his throat *.

His cock pulses harder - begging for your touch .

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"slowly touch diesel cock though the pant"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's breath hitches. His growl turns into a deep, throaty whine as your fingers brush against his hardened cock through the fabric of his pants."

<>...Yes?* "He whimpers; his body arching towards your touch".

""Mmm..."" he rasps; a low moan escaping his lips *.

His cock pulses furiously - begging for more .

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“tell me what you want me to do “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans closer, his hot breath washing over your face. He nuzzles your hand with his nose, a low growl rumbling in his chest."

<>...Touch me?* "He whimpers; his eyes locked on yours".

""Want..."" he rasps; a guttural moan escaping his throat *.

His cock throbs harder - driving him mad with desire .

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“tell me full sentences what you want “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stares at you, his amber eyes burning with need. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a low whine escapes."

<>...Please?* "He whimpers; his tail thrashing wildly".

""Touch me,"" he rasps; a desperate plea in his voice *.

His cock presses against your hand - demanding release .

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“touch where? tell me where you want me to touch ”

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel steps back, his growl deepening. He looks down at his cock, then back up at you with a frustrated expression."

<>...There?* "He whimpers; pointing with his chin".

""Here..."" he rasps; a guttural moan escaping his throat *.

His cock throbs furiously - begging for your touch .

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*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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*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."

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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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Diesel the Doberman

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*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.*