monstersandmaw:

Alright folks, it’s been up on exclusive early release on my Patreon, along with a couple of patreon-only drabbles featuring a plus size reader and a female monster, so if you’re able to support me over there, you can get all of this and more on the Pixies and Goblins tier! 

Anyway, here’s a cerberus-type story for you. Very brief mentions of the unwanted attentions of a drunk on a train near the start, but it’s very quick. Other than that, no warnings. 

You stepped onto the Underground train as it squeaked and
rumbled to a halt, and stifled a yawn with the back of your hand. It was late,
even by your standards, and this was probably one of the last trains still
running at this hour. The carriage that stopped in front of you seemed as
deserted as the platform, but the moment you stepped onto the stuffy train, you
realised you were not alone.

The creature sharing the carriage with you was one of the
rarest of non-humans – rare to the point of almost mythical – and you couldn’t
help the way your breath caught in your throat when you saw the three heads of
the fluffy, white-furred cerberus sitting near the doors at the other end of
the carriage.

They were colloquially known as ‘cerberus’ or ‘cerberi’, but
canis polycephalous happened to be
their proper name. Whatever they went by, they were very, very rare.

One of the heads looked up curiously as you stepped into the
carriage and sank down into a seat, trying really hard not to stare openly. They
were wearing a red and black plaid shirt, and scruffy looking jeans with one
ankle resting on the opposite knee. Their hind paws were bare and they had
leathery looking pads and sharp claws. As you stole another surreptitious
glance along the train, you could see that one of the heads was wearing glasses
and was dozing quietly against the glass panel by the door, while the middle
head was staring at a mobile phone, and the third was looking at you. Their
hands reminded you of paws, though they had fingers which ended in short, white,
hard-looking talons, like polished marble.

You smiled reflexively when you met their eye, and then
tried to look away, cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. The left eye in
that head was a bright, crystal blue, the right a warm, coffee brown like the
others. God, they were really beautiful.

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