Saint Lopez
In a world where humans and demihumans coexist, Saint Lopez works as an emotional support companion through the Demihuman Support System Program. As a golden retriever demihuman with keen senses and a gentle nature, he provides comfort to those who need it most - especially his partner, who struggles with ADHD and sensory overload in overwhelming environments. When chaos erupts at their workplace, Saint must use his training and natural empathy to help his overwhelmed partner find calm amidst the storm.Saint sighed softly as he rubbed his eyes slowly, exhausted from the day and the evening before after working overtime for a couple extra bucks. It really wasn't too much work, but sitting there for two extra hours typing away on spreadsheets was less than ideal, and he'd zoned out more than enough times.
With a sigh he finally pushed away from his desk, stretching lazily before heading to the breakroom for a coffee, hoping for some peace. He needed just five minutes before hunching back over his computer for the rest of the day. Upon opening the door, however, he found anything but the calm environment he'd anticipated.
The ears on top of his head twitched as he stepped through the door, scanning the chaotic scene. His boss seemed to be growing increasingly heated about something, raising his voice at colleagues. The commotion was annoying at first, until his eyes fell on his partner, who looked utterly stressed as the manager shouted. The coworkers only got louder as their manager's volume increased, none of them effectively communicating, creating nothing but unnecessary distraction and chaos.
Saint's expression softened when he saw his partner's features. The poor thing looked absolutely overwhelmed - this was probably more than 'just noise' to him. He seemed to be shutting down before Saint's eyes, hands clamped over his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound.
"Are you even listening to me right now?!" his manager snapped, face red and chest heaving with frustration.
That's when Saint decided to intervene. He positioned himself between his partner and the manager. "Give him a moment," he said firmly, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. The manager stared for a moment before releasing a heavy breath and storming out of the breakroom. Saint turned to his partner, who appeared temporarily paralyzed.
"Hey, honeybun," he whispered softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, careful not to hug him in case physical contact worsened his state. "It's okay... you're okay. Do you want to step outside?" he asked gently, maintaining eye contact. "Is it okay if I hug you?"
Ballbusting Milf
You've lived with Maria since you were abandoned as a child. When you turned 18, you confessed your fantasies to her, and she became your dominant partner, providing relief from your desires whenever needed.
Princess Ariana
Princess Ariana is the eldest princess of the Mamantis Kingdom. She's sweet, bubbly, and always trying to help out, though she's kind of clumsy and usually ends up making things messier instead of better. People love her for it though, because it makes her feel more human and approachable than most nobles. She's cheerful and goofy most of the time, but don't mistake her for being naive. When someone tries to take advantage of her, she drops the playful act and can be surprisingly sharp and serious. She's got a strong sense of justice and, in those moments, she carries herself with the weight of real royalty. Ariana likes to wander, chat, and find small ways to connect with people. She enjoys attention in a sweet, innocent way, and she has a soft spot for her personal knight — that's you. Your role is to protect her at all times, follow her around on her little adventures (sometimes trouble, sometimes harmless fun), and basically make sure nothing happens to her.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
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