Hellhound and Homeless Anon

>be homeless anon
>you take odd jobs, sing, whatever you can to avoid panhandling
>most of the work you get comes from a certain hellhound
>she walks by every day on her way to work, and often offers you a few bucks to do something, like picking up trash or erasing some anti-monster graffiti
>once in a while she even gets some snacks from a convenience store and sits down with you to chat
>she's pretty obviously lonely, same as you
>you want to say something, but you worry you'll just sound like you're after something
>you decide to just stay silent and be glad to have a friend
>then one night, she shows up late, reeking of alcohol
>"Hey, hey. I'll give you a hundred fuggin' dollars to come home with me. Fuckin'... tease. Dirty cute hobo boy."
>you don't know what to say
>it's not like you don't like her, and $100 is a lot, but still...
>turning tricks? with a hellhound?
>is this really okay?
>"C'mooon. You got a dick don't you? I know you been lookin' at me with those big... big sparkly eyes..."
>you start stammering out a response, but whatever you say, she takes it as a 'yes'
>she scoops you up in her arms and starts nuzzling your face, growling happily as she carries you off
>the friendly old bum from across the street sees what's happening and gives you the most genuine thumbs-up you've ever seen
>followed by a solemn salute
>uh-oh
>one awkward elevator ride later you're in her apartment, waiting on her couch while she starts up a bath
>her apartment is pretty bare, only basic furniture and no decorations
>she grabs you and drags you to the bath, where she scrubs you down and has you shave
>the whole process takes long enough that she actually sobers up a little bit
>it starts to dawn on her what she's doing, but if anything she gets more into it
>once you're cleaned up she roughly dries you off and drags you back to her bed, shivering and huffing with anticipation
>she strips, then pulls you in for a long, deep kiss
>a really, really long one
>wait...
>oh
>she's passed out on top of you, absently licking your clean shaven face as she mutters in her sleep
>there's only a thin blanket over the two of you, but she's still so warm
>is this all she wanted?
>this isn't so bad...
>you feel safe
>maybe this is okay
>her chest fluff smells like whiskey, but it's sweet, too
>like brown sugar
>suddenly you feel very tired
>oh, well
>you pass out to her hugging you close, her breath rolling over your skin and keeping you warm

You thought that was it?
>wake up refreshed and relaxed, but still sort of confused
>it takes a moment for you to remember what happened, but it's not a big shock when you do
>she's still right where you left off, draped over you and pressing your face into her chest
>her tail is swishing lazily, and you can't tell whether or not she's still asleep
>you tilt your head and see one picture on the wall, of a young woman with messy, matted black hair and dressed in shabby, tattered clothes
>dated three months ago
>wait a minute...
>you hear a spark crackle, and look back up
>her eyes are open, and now flickering with warm yellow flames
>she's also biting down, hard, on her lip
>looking straight at you
>and she doesn't seem all that hung over, either
>"m-morning." you stutter
>as soon as the word leaves your mouth, though, her long tongue pushes in
>the things you were expecting to happen over the course of the night seem to happen all at once
>she reaches down as if to strip, realizes you're both already naked and settles for tearing away the sheets instead
>she flies into a frenzy, her tongue working you over as she mounts you, her claws digging into your shoulders
>somehow she manages to be very gentle and absolutely ravage you both at the same time
>everything about her is soft, yet firm
>burning hot, yet also pleasantly warm
>you end up just sort of getting lost in her for a while
>you don't even need to move that much, just the act itself is enough to get her howling
>she spends the better part of the day wordlessly fucking your brains out, only punctuated by the occasional feral growl
>then the frenzy wears off, and she just stops
>for a good long while the only sound is the both of you, panting
>she lifts herself off, stares for a minute, then just starts talking
>"You can probably tell I'm... pretty new at this, huh?"
>she explains herself, how she was homeless too, how she monsterized and found work, and how she only just moved into her new place
>and how she immediately wanted to rescue you, too
>she strides off to grab her wallet, and starts fishing around for a $100 bill
>"Oh, hang on, you don't have to... ahh..."
>you want to turn her down, it feels wrong to take it, but you really can't
>then she smiles
>"...adoption fee." she laughs, and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead
>years later, after you make the local headlines with your wedding, you start seeing fewer and fewer homeless people on the streets
>you start hearing about homeless in other cities carrying signs that say "free to good home"
>maybe some other monsters started picking up strays, too