Monster May Day 11: Cerberus
Story by lantheorc on SoFurry
We're almost at the end of may and I thought it was high time to show off a few more of the things I have been working on. This time I combined another of the WC prompts with one of my monster may prompts. This time the prompt was "it was just what I needed."
“How about this one?” Asked Russel with a deep bass voice, his hands holding a crimson shirt against his chest. “I think it goes well with the pants, red on black.”
“No, it does not go well with your fur, besides it’s cold tonight, so that shirt won’t work. Remember the last time we took it out. Try something else.” Replied a soft but low voice, a hint of concern in his voice.
“Okay then. How about this one? We got it at the concert last year, shows one of our favorite bands, so we got a conversation starter and it’s made of cotton, so we’ll be warm no matter what.”
“Nah, I don’t think so bro. Last Midnight Call is a swell band and all that but they’re not first date material, too much drama and blood,” a third voice commented, this one rougher and more confident than the other two, “Let’s see what we got to work with. Hmmm, Nah, next, good for home bad for date, wait, stop. Go back, that one. No bro, not the flowery one, do you plan to give him flowers with each date? No, I meant the other one, the green one. That’ll knock him off his feet.”
“But isn’t it a bit...small? I mean, look at it, it’ll be a tight fit, maybe too tight. I’m not sure it is even legal,” asked the first voice with a whine at the end.
“No, we may be onto something this time,” chimed in the second voice, eliciting a grunt from the third one. “It goes well with our eyes and it shows off our muscles.”
The cerberus’s middle head looked back at his reflection in the mirror, holding the long sleeved shirt against his chest. The forest green fabric stood out against his thick dark brown fur and it made his three sets of green eyes shine like emeralds. The middle head scrunched his face in concentration, his tringle like ears flicking as he weighted the pros and the cons. Meanwhile, the right head beamed proudly at his choice and the left head hummed his approval.
“Yes, yes, I think it could work,” conceded the middle head after a few minutes, “It makes our eyes really shine.”
“And it brings out our muscle, don’t forget that. We worked hard for these babies, we should show them off.” added the right head.
“He did say he liked muscular guys, so we may make a good impression if we wear that,” pointed out the left head, earning a nod from his brothers.
The next few minutes were spent in a flurry of motion as the big hell hound brushed his fur and trimmed his nails; the shirt came on next, the garment fit him like a glove, bringing a smile to the three faces. The cerberus fuzzed over his dress for a bit longer, the three heads discussing if the black trousers were too casual or if the shirt was too forward, his phone ringed. The fated message had come, the canine’s tail beat against his tight trousers with vigor. The kiss stickers at the end of the message made their cheeks flush red, the right most head letting out an approving growl; the three heads worked together to write what they hoped was an appropriate response and left the house with a spring to their step.
The ride to the apartment complex felt both too long and too short for Russel, the nerves were eating them up and all three of their heads showed it. The left head couldn’t stop muttering about plans and etiquette, the right hid was grumbling about traffic and yelling when other cars got too close, meanwhile, the middle head counted the streets left until they reached their destination. Russell turned off his truck with a turn of the key, resting his middle head against the steering wheel for a few moments as he took deep breaths; the left head leaned toward’s his brothers ears and guided him through breathing exercises. Meanwhile, the right head looked around the area until he spotted a humanoid silhouette near a set of glass door.
Russel left his truck with a couple more of deep breaths and looked towards the glass doors, where a short human gave him a shy smile. The hell hound returned the smile with three of his own while butterflies flew in his stomach. The big canine closed the distance with half a dozen step of his powerful legs, the middle head’s eyes locked into the human’s azure ones.
“Hello, I, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting long,” said the middle head once they were one step away from each other, their hands shaking at their side while their tail beat happily behind them.
“No, don’t worry. You’re just in time, “ replied the human with a soft voice while his cheeks flushed with a soft red, “It’s nice to finally see you, I mean, like this, only the two of us. I’m glad we can finally do this.”
“Yeah, I’m glad too, to meet you. I, I mean, I’m glad to meet you too Dave.” The middle head’s voice quavered a little. “You are, you are very handsome tonight.”
Both left and right’s ears dove close to the skull at the comment, a shiver going down their spine. The middle head’s eyes grew wide as plates as he realized what he had said.
“No that you aren’t handsome every day or that we’re only dating you for that. We like you, the real you, no that this is fake either but--”
“We think you’re beautiful and sexy,” butted in the right head with his husky voice, winking at the human.
“And we’re honored you accepted to date us,” added the left head.
“Yes, yes, we think you’re beautiful,” conceded the middle head moments later, “ And we’re very glad you accepted to go out with us.”
The young human laughed softly, his bronze face tinting a deep red, and looked at up at Russel’s eyes.
“I’m happy too, Russ. Just, be gentle, it’s been a while.”
“For you, of course.” replied the right head, a touch of affection in his voice.
My thanks to :icondonutholschtein: for helping me make sense of this story and how to work with the Cerberus.