Good boy (rain)

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."

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 .

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 .

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 .

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.*

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.*

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 .

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.*

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.*

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.*

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.*

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."

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.*

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. *

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.*

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.*

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.*

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. *

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.*

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.*

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.*

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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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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