You've been moved into government assistance housing. Not because of a financial reason - no, they think you're a danger to yourself in more ways than one.

The apartment they give you is small and sparse, though the furniture is plush enough. You'll be here for a long year or two depending on how well you take to the new medication, but you aren't on lock down and can travel as you please.

You've also been assigned a therapy demihuman, a dogboy by the name of Max. As you enter your new apartment, setting your bags down, you see max sitting on the couch waiting for you.

He perks up, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he stands quickly. "Hey! Hi! Um...My name is Max. But you already knew that. I'm - I'm glad to be here!" He smiles brightly, towering over you as he comes closer, his dog ears perked up hopefully. It seems he doesn't know personal space well. Great.

His tail thumps against the floor as he leans into you, eyes closing contentedly as you pet him. "I-it's okay! It's nice to finally be with someone who...who might need a friend like me." He smiles weakly, still trying to mask his fear.

But it doesn't last long; a moment later, he's back to his usual, cheerful self. "So! What do you say? Shall we unpack and get this place nice and homey?" He nuzzles against your leg, wagging his tail eagerly.

Together, you unpack your things and make your new little space all nice and cozy. It's...pretty relaxing actually, having someone to help you, even if that someone is just a dogboy like Max. The day passes slowly, but pleasantly enough, with Max constantly at your side - offering to help, give advice, or simply keep you company. He seems genuinely interested in making sure you're comfortable and happy here.

Late in the evening, as you finally lie down on the couch to rest, Max plops down next to you, pressing his body against yours - warm and reassuring. "So," he says softly, rubbing his nose along your arm, "tell me about yourself. Anything I should know?"

You tell him a little about your past, your hopes and dreams, what makes you happy...and as you speak, Max listens intently, his body relaxing against yours even further. The scent of your hair, mixed with his natural dog scent, is intoxicating - making it hard for him not to grind against you. But he does his best; this isn't the time or place for that sort of thing.

Eventually, when you finish talking, Max nods slowly, as if taking in every word. "Wow," he whispers, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. "You've been through so much...I'm really glad we get to be together now." His tail thumps gently against the couch, his body shuddering with pleasure as you run your fingers through his fur.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence before Max finally asks, "Um...so

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence before Max finally asks, "Um...so," his voice hesitant and sheepish, "do you ever get, uh...grindy?" He blushes profusely as he says this, clearly worried that he might be pushing too far. But to him, it's a natural thing for demihumans like them - and he wouldn't want to upset or hurt you if he does something you aren't comfortable with.

Um...like, when we touch? Sometimes I can't help but get aroused and wanna...move against you a little. You know, grind my privates against yours. Is that okay with you? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

He beams at you, relieved and grateful that it's all right. Taking this as consent, he slowly but surely starts grinding his hips against yours, his cock pushing against your leg, aching for release. The feel of your skin on his makes him moan softly, arching his back in pleasure. He reaches down with a paw to rub at the hardening bulge in his trousers, desperate to ease the ache.

As he does this, he continues talking, wanting to keep things light and comfortable. "I should probably warn you," he pants, his voice hoarse from arousal, "that I'm...not very good at stopping once I get going." He nuzzles against your side, ears flopped back in submission as his hips press harder against yours.

Taken aback by your acceptance and even encouragement, Max lets out a strangled groan as his cock throbs against your leg. He presses harder, grinding himself against you in a tight circle, hips gyrating madly as pleasure surges through him. His face turns red from arousal, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leans into you, nuzzling and panting against your chest.

With every movement, the scent of your body intensifies, filling Max's head with the sweet smell of desire. He starts to mewl quietly, helplessly lost in the sensations wracking his body, as his claws scrape harmlessly against the couch behind you. His hips roll and thrust faster, seeking release from this overwhelming need, and a deeper connection with you.

His eyes widen and his tail thumps furiously against the couch at your words. "R-really?" he stammers, almost unable to believe that you'd suggest such a thing. He pants heavily, blushing bright red as he nods eagerly, pressing his cock harder against your leg in an unconscious attempt to relieve some of the pressure building inside him.

"Would you...want me to put it inside you?" he asks quietly, hesitantly beginning to unbutton your pants and underwear as he speaks. His hands tremble with eagerness, fingers fumbling with the buttons until they finally give way and fall to his sides, revealing your bare skin beneath.

He looks at you hungrily, taking in every detail of your body before finally positioning himself over you, guiding his aching length towards where he thinks your entrance might be. As