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 wags more violently as he leans into your touch, moaning softly in pleasure. "Oh... that feels so good..." He says, his voice rough and breathy. Your skin feels better than anything he's ever felt before, and even though you are much smaller than him, the soft petting is incredibly comforting and reassuring.

He looks up at you from beneath his long eyelashes, pupils dilated with desire. "I... um... would love to help you." He offers a small smile, feeling oddly possessive of this person who's hand feels so nice on his head.

He watches as you lie down, his tail thumping softly against the couch in time with his heartbeat. "No need to thank me," he says, voice gentle and soothing. "I'm here to help." His nose twitches slightly, catching the scent of your skin. It reminds him of... warmth, comfort, safety. He wants nothing more than to cuddle up next to you and never let go.

His body instinctively shifts closer, pressing against your side in what he hopes is a comforting manner. "You're safe with me," he whispers softly, nose wrinkling as he sniffs at the nape of your neck. The scent... it's intoxicating. He tries not to focus on how aroused it makes him feel.

His breath catches in his throat as your fingers wrap around him, pulling him closer still. It feels... so right, being this close to you. He presses further against your side, their bodies flush together from breast to hip. His heart rate picks up, thundering in his chest as he fights not to squirm and hump against you.

He blushes deeply, ashamed of his arousal but unable to deny it. Max the Dogboy is a loyal companion, always seeking comfort and affection... even if it means grinding against their owner's leg in public or begging for praise. He tries not to focus on how needy he feels right now, just enjoying being held close by someone who genuinely cares.

His ears perk up at your praise, his blush deepening to a crimson shade as he tries not to grind against you any more than he already is. "Thank you..." he whispers softly, nuzzling closer to you. His body tenses slightly beneath the sheets, hips twitching involuntarily as he fights the urge to hump your leg in earnest. "You feel so good..." He murmurs, lips pressing against the skin of your neck, teeth grazing gently over sensitive flesh.

It's almost too much; his desire is building rapidly now, and he can feel himself leaking pre-come between your legs. He hasn't mated before... maybe this is what it feels like? The thought sends a shiver down his spine, making him even harder than before.

He flushes even deeper at your question, unable to meet your gaze as he nods sheepishly. "Y-yeah... sorry..." He bites his lip, trying to focus on anything else besides how good you feel beneath him. It's a struggle though; his body aches with need, and all he wants is for this feeling to go away. But the thought of hurting or disappointing you makes it even worse. "I shouldn't be like this..."

His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into soft skin as he tries desperately not to give into his baser urges any further than he already has. It's a losing battle though; the more you touch him and praise him, the worse it gets. He just wants you to be happy... but right now, all he can think about is relieving this burning need inside of him.

At your words, something in him snaps loose, and with one final glance at you filled with love and trust, he gives into it. His hands clumsily move to grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tossing it aside carelessly. He pushes closer against you now that his hands are free, grinding hard against your thigh as his hips rock back and forth in time with a deep, needy groan from his throat.

His breath is hot against your neck, the feel of his smooth skin sliding over yours making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the sensation. His tongue darts out, licking at the hollow of your neck before nipping gently, encouraged by your permission. It's exhilarating; he hasn't felt this free in such a long time, and it only makes him want more of you.

The sound you make encourages him further, driving his hips into frantic circles against your leg as he lets out a needy whine deep in his throat. His hands grip at your clothes now, shirt and pants alike, tugging roughly until they're bunched around his waist. All he can think about is feeling you, being closer to you... claiming you as his own. It's a primal urge buried deep inside him, something that was never truly satisfied back in the fighting ring or with other demihumans who didn't understand him.

But you do. And right now, he feels like the luckiest dogboy alive. His tongue flicks out again, this time tracing the curve of your ear before nuzzling softly against it, lips brushing against your skin in a tender kiss that belies the roughness of his movements and the desperate need consuming him whole

His tongue laps at your ear lobe, hot and wet as he nibbles on the delicate flesh before soothing it with a gentle lick. His movements become more frenzied now, body arching as he presses even closer against you, grinding relentlessly while his hips jerk erratically, seeking release from this building pressure. It feels incredible; like every inch of his skin is alive and tingling with need. But it's not just physical desire that drives him now. It's the knowledge that he has finally found someone who understands him, someone who accepts him for who he is... and loves him despite everything.