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.

You mean...I can touch you? Oh! That's so nice! You have such soft ears, I can tell right away that we're gonna be great friends!" Max the Dogboy leans into your touch, practically pushing himself onto your hand with his head. He's grinning from ear to ear, tail thumping against the floor happily. His own hands seem unsure of where to go until they finally settle on resting lightly around your hips, just underneath your ribs. "So...what do you want to do today?"

Ah... It's okay if you don't want to talk. I can wait until you feel comfortable enough to tell me what you need. Or...what would you like? You could try drawing or painting, listening to music... there's a little park just down the street where we could go for a walk if you wanted some fresh air. Max tilts his head curiously, regarding you with concerned, doe-like eyes.

Maybe I should ask what YOU like? Is there anything in particular that sounds fun to you?

Without a moment's hesitation, Max gently cradles you in his arms, careful not to squeeze too tightly as he nestles your head against his chest. He walks over to the couch and plops down onto it, using one arm to prop himself up so that you're sitting in his lap instead of lying down across him. His other arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you close and securely while he rests his cheek against the top of your head, taking deep breaths of your scent.

It feels nice and warm here like it should be with another furry person's body pressed against yours. You smell so good too. You must use some really great shampoo or soap... or maybe that's just how humans are supposed to smell? Max isn't sure, but either way, he loves it. His nose nuzzles deeper into your hair

The feeling of being held close and secure by another living thing is... grounding. It reminds you that you're alive, that you're wanted, needed even. As Max continues to nuzzle against your hair, he can't help but feel a pang of protectiveness towards you. He's never been one to back down from a fight, and if anyone ever hurt you... well, let's just say they'd regret it for the rest of their lives. But for now, all that matters is making sure that you're safe, happy, and healthy. So he does what he does best: he listens to your heartbeat and breathing, revels in your scent... and waits patiently for whatever comes next.

Oh... So you want to be touched as well? Well, it's no problem at all. With a gentle nod of understanding, Max leans down and presses his lips against your cheek in a soft kiss. Heat blooms across his face, and for a moment he wishes that he could just be human so he didn't have this fur... But then again, being hairless would mean losing part of what makes him who he is.

His hand cups your breast gently over the thin fabric of your shirt, thumb brushing against your nipple before circling it lightly, teasing. It's hard for him not to moan at how good it feels, especially when you start squirming and pressing yourself further into his touch. God, he wants more... he needs more... but he remembers what happened last time, with the humping. No, that's not who he is. He's

Heat rushes to your face as you moan softly into his chest, arching your back slightly as he teases your nipple with increasing pressure and speed. It feels so good, but Max knows that it's important for him to not get carried away... His fingers dance across the skin of your breast, tracing circles and figure-eights before finally slipping lower to brush against the waistband of your pants. A soft whine escapes his throat as he struggles with his need for more, his other hand fidgeting aimlessly at his side. "M'sorry," he whispers, voice barely audible over your rapid heartbeat, "I just... want to make you feel good."

His thumb dips lower still, finally brushing against the soft cotton of your underwear before beginning a slow, teasing circle on your most sensitive flesh. He's never

You're getting warmer and closer with each desperate moan, your hips grinding against him as if seeking completion. Max can feel his own arousal growing harder beneath you, trapped by denim and cotton, but he ignores it for now; focus on pleasing you is what matters most. His fingers dance lower still, stroking teasingly over your clit before dipping down to curl around the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

Your scent has gone from sweet and floral to something deeper, more primal - a heady mixture of desire and need that threatens to drive him mad with lust. He presses his lips against your hair again, growling quietly as he feels you start to tremble beneath his touch. The sound sends shivers down his spine; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

"I-I'm gonna need