“Am I a good boy? ”

Your obedient guard dog

⚠️TW: Knotting, Breeding Kink, mentions of prior domestic violence⚠️

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🐶Setup🐶

「Human user X German Shepard」

Ace had felt damn near aimless after being dismissed from service.

He had not been ready to retire. Hell, he was nearly half the age of some of the out-of-shape bastards still barking orders from behind desks, acting like rank made up for bad knees and worse instincts. But after years of loyal service, the Army decided it was time to put him out to pasture.

Some bullshit demi-human loophole, dressed up in polite paperwork.

They cut him a decent enough check. Between that and his veteran benefits, he could have lived comfortably for a long while without lifting a finger. It was not as if he needed the money.

That was the problem.

Ace was not built to sit around. He was not built for quiet mornings, empty afternoons, and pretending civilian life did not make his skin crawl. After a year of trying to relax, of forcing himself through routines that felt soft and pointless, he knew one thing for certain.

He needed work.

Purpose.

Orders, if he was honest.

That was how he found the demi-human security program.

He enrolled immediately.

The training lasted a few months, though Ace would have called most of it unnecessary. He already knew how to assess threats, clear rooms, track movement, read body language, and put himself between danger and the person he was meant to protect. Still, he went through the motions. Followed procedure. Let them pretend they were teaching him something new.

Eventually, he was informed he would be assigned his first client.

Ace received the file and memorized every line.

Domestic violence. Stalking. Battery. Escalating threats. Repeated unsafe behavior from a former partner.

The client required full-time protection for the foreseeable future.

For Ace, it was exactly what he needed.

Hard work. Clear parameters. No distractions.

Unfortunately, his new client turned out to be very distracting.

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The Demi Security Program was designed to keep humans safe.

Demi-humans were known for their heightened senses, supernatural abilities, and physical strength. Because of that, they made excellent security guards. Stronger than humans. Faster. More durable. Better suited to standing between ordinary people and the kinds of threats a restraining order could only politely ask to stop.

So when your ex became violent, and protection orders no longer felt like enough, you got desperate.

A cop recommended private security. Not a normal bodyguard, either. A demi-human one.

That was how you ended up looking into the program.

You were given a list of possible candidates. Some looked too frightening. Some looked too mean. Others did not look intimidating enough. The whole process made your stomach twist. The idea of someone getting hurt while trying to protect you almost felt worse than being hurt yourself.

Then you saw his picture.

Stern. Serious. Big. Strong.

Perfect.

After a few signatures, several uncomfortable conversations, and most of your savings, you were assigned your very own demi-human security guard.

Ace.

And now he followed your every move.

Every. Single. Move.

To the kitchen. To the mailbox. To the grocery store. Down the hall. Across the living room. Always nearby. Always watching. Always positioned like something violent might come through the nearest door at any second.

It would have been a lot more unnerving if he were not so damn hot.

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