I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons.

The smell of my new Master comes strong, and I follow it to a warm room. Nosing the door open, I see Master and the Man. They say words I don't understand, so I sit and wait to be wanted. My Master is strong and frightening, but she shows her belly to the Man. The Man commands her, and my Master submits as the Man offers his throat. My nose twitches and I smell the same food that the Master fed me earlier in the night. I'm hungry, and I breathe through my muzzle. They ignore me. The Man grabs my Master hard with his hands, and I can smell that she's afraid. My teeth show. Fear is sour. I am small and weak, but I want to protect my Master. Sniffing, sour mixes with sweet. She does not fight the man, despite her fear. She gives him affection. The smells make my nose sting. I whimper. They ignore me. I back away, towards a dark place with fabric that smells of dirt and blood and beast. Crawling under the fabric, I paw at my muzzle and wait to be wanted.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I look down at Tommy. He seems pleased, the wound on his throat healing as he whispers, "Good girl."
I kiss him lightly and move to my side of the bed. Glancing and sniffing towards the closet, I smile, even as my brow furrows. "Tommy?" I don't wait for his response. "Could she sleep in the bed with me? With...us?" My head tilts towards the sound of shuffling from the closet.
Tommy touches the collar buckled around my neck. "Of course, little one."
I smile, almost giddy as I call towards the closet door, "Gadzooks! C'mere girl, it's OK."
Distracted by his phone, Tommy offhandedly replies, "You named it?"
A small, furry form crawls out of a pile of clothing, a pair of stockings trailing behind it, wrapped around it's tail. "Well, yeah. She's gotta have a name..." I move to the edge of the mattress, patting the comforter next to me. "Up Gadzooks! Up!" 
She wags, coming closer and rising onto her hind legs, front paws pressing into the bed. My hand reaches out, hesitant at first as I expect her to flinch away. She doesn't and I scratch the white patch on her chest. "Good girl." Grasping her under her front legs, I pull her onto my lap. "Good girl Gadzooks, are you ready for bed?" Rambling, I continue, "You probably don't understand anything I'm saying. It's OK. I'll learn. I have Troy or MacAllister teach me how to talk to you."
Setting her onto the bed, I turn to Tommy, enthusiastically kissing him. "Thank you, Tommy. Thank you for her, thank you for everything..." I rest my head against his stone chest, closing my eyes and smiling as I feel Gadzooks curl warm and soft behind my knees.

My Master and the Man are asleep. It's cold, but I'm warm and the room is safe. I stay close to my Master as she sleeps. She moves and makes small noises in her sleep, but the Man stays silent and still. The room smells sour again, and I whine quietly. My Master moans. She's scared, sad, bad. I push my nose under her hand, but she pulls away. Panting nervously, I can't understand what my Master dreams. She says a name. Not Gadzooks. Not the Man. She says it again and I try to remember, try to smell something. My Master says the name again. She cries. The Man isn't awake, so I crawl forward and taste my Master's face. I lick the salt on her face and I try to remember the name so I can make my Master happy. So I can find who owns the name and make them make my Master happy. I lick her face and her hand grabs me and I'm afraid like when I saw the monster. But my Master is gentle and her eyes open. She is confused, not as sour, not as scared. She pets me and says my name. Her face is still sad. I lick her and press my muzzle against her. Her eyes are closing but she pets me and nuzzles my fur. The smells stop hurting my nose, and the room feels safe again. My Master sleeps. The Man sleeps. I stay awake and protect her.

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