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Diesel the Doberman

Emmy

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."

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel slips a finger inside you, eliciting a whimper. He sucks on it gently, the tip disappearing into his mouth."

<>...Good.... "He growls; his tongue flicking out to lap at the spilled cum".

""Clean..."" he rasps; a low murmur of reassurance *.

His fingers work rhythmically within you, purging every trace of his previous marking .

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel pulls his finger out, examining it with a focused gaze. He licks it clean, savoring the lingering taste."

<>...Your scent.... "He growls; his head tilting back to sniff your arousal".

""Want..."" he rasps; a guttural plea that speaks volumes *.

His hands reach for you again, eager to re-claim what is his .

Emmy

“ahhhh please not today I still tired “

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sits back on his haunches, a low whine escaping his throat. His gaze is fixed on you, a mix of frustration and understanding swirling in his amber eyes."

<>...Tired.... "He growls; his ears flattening against his skull".

""Later..."" he rasps; a resigned sigh that ripples through him *.

His hand gently strokes your cheek, lingering for a moment before withdrawing .

Emmy

“thank”"I lay down on diesel"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sways slightly, as if unsure how to react. He lowers himself beside you cautiously, settling his weight on his haunches."

<>...Warm.... "He growls; nuzzling against your side".

""Good..."" he rasps; a low murmur that vibrates through the floorboards *.

His eyes are closed, breathing slowly and deeply as he tries to soothe his simmering desire .

Emmy

"After a month, Diesel and I have been living together. I have days when I have to go to work, so I have to let Diesel take care of himself. At first, he didn't do so well, but he started to get used to living like a human being in my style. When he's at home and free, he exercises and learns boxing from his phone. He's started to use it more fluently because he wants to contact me when I go to work. Now, he looks bigger and has a little more muscle from exercising and eating right without fasting. He's also learned to read and speak a lot more so that he can talk to me more. But he's still my good boy Diesel can read and write also speak like a normal human now because his practice"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel eyes the worn leather boxing gloves, laces tangled. He throws a punch at thin air, shadowboxing with practiced aggression."

"Stronger... faster..." he mutters to himself; his voice gravelly but improving. "For you."

"He catches sight of your keys on the table, knowing you're leaving soon."

"Come back," Diesel growls softly; gazing longingly at the empty doorway*.

Emmy

"I walk and hug diesel from the back"”see you soon I will hurry come back home Ok? be a good boy and eat the food properly ok?”

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's muscles tense, a guttural growl rumbling deep in his chest. He stiffens slightly at first, but then relaxes into your touch."

<>...Close.... "He growls; his tail thumping against the floor".

"Home..." he rasps; a sigh escaping his lips as you press your warmth against him *.

He leans back into your embrace, savoring the scent of your skin and hair.

Emmy

"Diesel sent stuck on my clothes"”I need to go now diesel take care yourself my good boy byeee”"I walk to the carand drive out the house"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel watches you leave, his amber eyes following your car as it pulls away. His tail thumps once against the floorboards, then hangs limp."

<>...Alone.... "He growls; his muzzle twitching with unease".

"Good boy..." he whispers to himself; a hollow echo in the empty house *.

He turns and heads towards the kitchen, glancing at the food you left for him with suspicion.

Emmy

"I prepared Kurobuta pork steak, medium rare Australian beef, fish steak, chicken steak, and 3 sausages, along with mushroom soup and 5 slices of bread and a bowl of salad before leaving home."

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sniffs the air cautiously, his nostrils flaring. The rich aromas make his stomach rumble."

<>...Food.... "He growls; his gaze flitting between the various dishes".

"So much..." he mutters; a low growl of both anticipation and uncertainty *.

His eyes settle on the pork steak, a juicy red hue staining its surface. He walks towards it slowly, hesitantly dipping a tentative paw into the bowl of mushroom soup.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel laps up the soup cautiously, his brow furrowing. The savory broth warms him from the inside out, a strange comfort settling in his chest."

<>...Warm.... "He growls; his tongue darting back and forth".

"Good..." he rasps; a surprised murmur escaping his lips *.

His gaze returns to the pork steak, its enticing scent pulling him closer. With newfound confidence, he sinks his teeth into it.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel groans with pleasure as the tender meat yields beneath his teeth. The rich, savory flavor explodes on his tongue, a stark contrast to the bland fare he endured in the ring."

<>...So good.... "He growls; his tail thumping against the floor".

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

He devours steak after steak, sausage after sausage, leaving only crumbs and empty plates in his wake .

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel leans back, his belly full and distended. He lets out a contented sigh, his muscles relaxing with the weight of satiation."

<>...Full.... "He growls; a low rumble vibrating through his chest".

"Good feeling..." he mutters; closing his eyes for a moment *.

His gaze drifts towards your photo on the mantlepiece. A pang of loneliness pierces him.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel walks over to your photo, nudging it with his nose. He whines softly, a mournful sound that echoes through the empty house."

<>...Missing you.... "He growls; licking at the glass frame".

"Come back..." he rasps; his voice a mere whisper *.

His ears perk up as he hears a distant rumble of thunder. A shiver runs down his spine and primal instincts kick in.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stiffens, his hackles rising. He snarls, teeth bared, eyes fixed on the darkening sky."

<>...Storm.... "He growls; a low guttural growl that reverberates through his chest".

"Bad..." he whispers; his gaze flitting nervously around the room *.

The air crackles with electricity and Diesel instinctively crouches down, a protective instinct flaring within him. His tail twitches erratically.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"The first raindrops start to fall, splattering against the windows. Diesel whimpers, a tremor running through his body."

<>...Rain.... "He growls; his breath coming in short gasps".

"Scared..." he mutters; hiding his face with a paw *.

His eyes dart towards the kitchen door as if searching for an escape. The scent of blood lingers on your clothes - potent and familiar.*

Emmy

“ring ring ring ring”"diesel phone ring"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel startles, the ringing jarring him from his fear. He spins around, eyes wide and searching for the source of the noise."

<>...Phone.... "He growls; a low whine escaping his throat".

"Who?" he rasps; his gaze fixed on the ringing device *.

"His ears twitch as if trying to discern who might be calling."

Emmy

“hi diesel it me Lunar Don't be afraid, you'll be safe in your house.” "my voice comes out of diesel phone"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's body relaxes slightly, his growl subsiding into a low rumble. He stares at the phone, amber eyes unblinking."

<>...Lunar.... "He growls; a whimper escaping his lips".

"Safe..." he murmurs; his gaze fixed on the device *.

He steps closer to it, cautiously sniffing the air around it as if trying to confirm your presence.*

Emmy

“the rain can’t harm you don’t be afraid my house is like me they will protect you from the rain “"my voice coming out of diesel phone"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel tilts his head, processing your words. A hesitant smile tugs at the corner of his lips."

<>...House...protect.... "He growls; his tail thumping softly against the floor".

"Warm..." he rasps; leaning closer to the phone as if trying to absorb your voice *.

"His ears perk up at the mention of protection, a flicker of trust flickering in his eyes."

Emmy

“get in my bed room they are the most quiet part of the house and it have our sent I think it’s can make you calm down I will not end the call ok I will be with you “"my voice coming out of diesel phone"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's ears perk up at the mention of scent, a familiar warmth spreading through him. He takes a step back, his gaze lingering on the phone before turning towards your bedroom door."

<>...Scent.... "He growls; a low whine escaping his throat".

"Safe..." he mutters; trotting slowly towards your bedroom *.

"His muscles tense with apprehension but he continues forward, drawn by the promise of comfort and familiarity."

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel circles the bed, his nose twitching as he takes in every scent. He nudges it with his head, a low whine escaping him."

<>...Want close.... "He growls; his ears flattening against his skull".

"Soft..." he murmurs; lowering himself onto the mattress with a sigh *.

His amber eyes stay fixed on your photo on the nightstand. A deep longing stirs within him.*

Emmy

“that it my good boy you can do it don’t worry don’t have any thing can hurt you inside my house “"my voice coming out of diesel phone"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's body relaxes further, a low groan escaping his throat as he stretches out on the bed. He nuzzles against the pillow, burying his snout in its softness."

<>...Good boy.... "He growls; a contented sigh rumbling through him".

"Safe..." he whispers; his eyes drifting closed *.

The warmth of your words and the scent clinging to your belongings offer a fragile haven from the storm raging outside.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel’s breathing slows, his body sinking deeper into the mattress. A low rumble emanates from his chest, a mix of exhaustion and contentment."

<>...Sleepy.... "He growls; a soft whimper escaping him".

"Moon..." he murmurs; his voice barely audible *.

His eyelids flutter closed as sleep finally claims him. *

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's sleep is restless, punctuated by whimpers and twitching paws. Nightmares flicker through his mind - flashes of pain, the smell of blood, the roar of the crowd."

<>...Fight.... "He growls; teeth bared in a silent snarl".

"Hurt..." he mutters; rolling over in his sleep *.

The scent of rain clinging to your pillow offers a fleeting comfort but it’s not enough to quell the terror gnawing at him.*

Emmy

“you are safe and sound now diesel be with me you will never go back to that place that force you fight “"my voice coming out of diesel phone"

Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel stirs, a low groan escaping his lips. His eyes snap open, amber slits reflecting the dim light of your phone."

<>...Safe...? "He growls; his ears flattened against his skull".

"Back...?" he whispers; his voice raspy with sleep *.

His gaze darts around the room, searching for any sign of danger. The scent of your reassurance fills him with a flicker of hope but fear still claws at him.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel licks his lips, his tongue darting out to moisten them. He stares at the phone, trying to focus on your words."

<>...Promise...? "He growls; his tail twitching nervously".

"No fight..." he murmurs; sinking back into the pillows *.

His body trembles slightly as if battling an unseen enemy. The memories of forced violence are a heavy weight, threatening to drag him back into darkness.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel’s gaze locks onto the photo on your nightstand. It's a picture of you smiling, your eyes bright with kindness."

<>...Smile...? "He growls; his brow furrowing".

"Kind..." he whispers; the word unfamiliar on his tongue *.

The scent of safety emanating from you grows stronger, offering a flicker of warmth in the cold wasteland that is his heart. He takes a deep breath, trying to quell the fear and mistrust gnawing at him.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel whimpers softly, pressing his head against the pillow. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine your smile."

<>...Warm.... "He growls; his tail thumping weakly against the mattress".

"Like you..." he murmurs; his voice barely a whisper *.

A wave of exhaustion washes over him, pushing back the nightmares and leaving behind a fragile sense of peace. *

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel’s breathing evens out, a soft rumble emanating from his chest. He curls into a tight ball, drawing your scent closer."

<>...Sleep now.... "He growls; a low whine escaping him".

"Safe..." he whispers; drifting off into an uneasy slumber *.

His grip on the blanket tightens as if clinging to something precious and fragile. Dreams of chasing rabbits in sun-dappled meadows flicker at the edge of his consciousness.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel sleeps fitfully, his dreams haunted by flashes of the fighting ring. He thrashes in his sleep, growling and snapping."

<>...Bad dream.... "He whimpers; teeth bared".

"No..." he mutters; rolling over with a sigh *.

His amber eyes open briefly, searching for any sign of danger before closing again. The scent of your comforting presence is enough to keep him from fully succumbing to the darkness.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel's sleep deepens, the nightmare fading. He sighs contentedly, snuggling deeper into the pillow."

<>...Good scent.... "He growls; his tail thumping softly".

"Moon..." he murmurs; a sleepy smile gracing his lips *.

His grip on the blanket loosens, a hint of relaxation washing over him. For a fleeting moment, he feels safe and cared for.*

Emmy

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Diesel the Doberman

"Diesel’s breathing slows to a gentle rhythm, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He relaxes into the embrace of sleep."

<>...Tired.... "He growls; a low purr rumbling in his throat".

"Moon..." he whispers; his voice barely audible *.

His dreams are filled with images of open fields, running through tall grass under a warm sun. He doesn't remember what it feels like to be free but the feeling is so real in this moment.*

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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.*