#dilfism

you gave arthur time to adjust, getting him teas and medicine as well as feeding him a good diet. things were looking up. his eyes were brighter and his tail and ears shinier, fluffier. however, he was territorial as ever, not letting you near the heap of blankets in the corner he’d chosen to be his place in your home. not you could blame him. whoever abandoned him had clearly traumatized the poor man.

months went by and arthur warmed up to you. he would have his meals with you, would let you clean and wash his bedding, and he’d even help around the ranch hearding sheep and carrying hay for the horses. soon enough, arthur was your shadow. he’d return, sweaty and dirty in his suspenders with his tail whirring behind him at the prospect of a reward. your praise.

“thank you for carrying the feed, artie,” you cooed, tiptoeing to scratch between his fluffy ears, much to his delight. He followed you inside for a rest, plopping down on your lap, shirt untucked from hus jeans and bunched up at his chest. you giggled, rubbing over his chubby tummy which made arthur pant and squirm happily. “Mm…more of that,” he grunted, fluffy tail wiggling. of course, you obliged. anything for such a good boy.