Accept

Ali smiled, finally seeing his own Labrador guard as more than a pillar he could hide behind, and as an actual possible friend. „Yeah, sure.” He agreed, making Spike's tail wag underneath the towel.

„Great! Get changed, then let's hit the sauna!”

And there's a problem, Ali said that he's a guard, therefore he must have his own cabin to leave his clothes, and get a towel from, but since it's all made up, he doesn't have one, and he can't really tell that to Spike without setting up some kind of alarm in his brain, even if it's little. „Uh... Nah, I'm fine as is.”

„You sure? I mean if you want to, I can turn around so you can change.” The Labrador seemed a little puzzled by Ali's comment, but not yet bothered.

„Nope. Those aren't good clothes anyway, plus I hate being seen naked...” Ali explained, in a way.

„Ah, alright then. Come on.” Spike didn't put too much thought into it, and decided to continue on his way to the sauna, now with his new weird friend tagging along.

Ali quickly followed behind, his eyes still wandering from time to time to the Labrador muscular pecs. Normally, he wouldn't be so invested in his guard, but now seeing him actually act humane, and technically naked, he saw him in a different light, one that he actually adored. He seemed sweet, friendly, trustworthy and muscular, big, protective, very muscular, again. Ali can't deny that he felt his member twitching inside his pants, while he stares at the bare body of the hefty Labrador.

Eventually they reach the sauna, where Spike entered first, quickly followed behind by Ali. Inside the very hot room, there was another male canine, a Doberman who seemed to have the same physique structure as Spike, who he could barely recognise as one of the guards of the main gate of the kingdom.

„Well, aren't you off early?” The Doberman said, his little tail wagging a little once he saw Spike, and so did Spike's tail. „And who's your little snack?”

„Ha!” The Labrador laughed out loud. „He's not my snack, he's a new recruit. His name is Woof.” Spike patted Ali on the shoulder.

„That's... a horrible name, your mother probably hates you.” The Doberman said pretty seriously, making Ali a little uneasy. „Probably because she knew how puny you'll become.” He smirked.

„Don't be mean now Max.” Spike told him before pulling Ali to sit on the beach besides the Doberman, with him sitting on his other side.

The Doberman remained quiet but kept staring at Ali with an almost angry gaze, eyeing him up and down, while Ali was unsure what to say, so he stared back at him. Having two canines who were significantly taller than him sitting on either side of him, made Ali quite uncomfortable, especially when both began staring down at him.

„Geez, you're small.” The Doberman said again. „You're probably better off as one of our meals, than actually guarding duty. At least then you'll be useful to something.”

„Okay calm down.” Spike interview. „I'm sure he's useful to something, they had to hire him for a reason.” Ali remained quiet, quite unsure on how to deal with a bully who's bigger, stronger and more menacing than him.

The Doberman scoffed, rolling his eyes. „Well if he's so useful, then why isn't he saying it himself?” He brought his muzzle closer to Ali's. „You afraid? I'll make this easy for you. Just say which one of us is right, and we'll get over it.” Ali stared almost frozen at the Doberman, who was far too close to him, for him comfort, but knew he wouldn't back away until he would actually say something.