Fire and fluff

You stumble into the cell, still trying to process everything you just heard. You fall to your hands and knees, and when you look up, you find yourself face to face with your new cellmate, Sarah. Or rather, face to knees, as she’s lounging on what appears to be a surprisingly nice bed. There’s a shared look of surprise between the two of you, and then she smiles.

At first glance, you’d say she was some kind of wolf girl, albeit with dark skin and clawed hands and feet. However, the ghostly flame at the end of her black furred tail puts the lie to that, as do her red and black eyes, which flicker with similar ghostly fire. Despite all that, she is undeniably attractive, especially dressed as she is in her underwear. Her whole body is impressively muscular, likely from years working a forge. Her large breasts strain the stretchy material of her bra, and reveal a small tuft of red and black fur in her cleavage.

You realize that you’re staring, and hurriedly get to your feet. You attempt to stammer out an apology, but Sarah laughs and waves it off.

“Don’t worry about it. I would have put some clothes on, but I didn’t actually expect you to be back! Come on, sit down. I promise I don’t bite, despite appearances.”

She sits up on the bed, making no effort to cover herself. You sit down beside her, and she smiles.

“Much better. Now, I suppose I should explain what I am. Most people are a bit put off by the claws and fire, you know?”

You chuckle. “I suppose I can see some people being that way, but my whole family is pretty strange. I’ll admit that I’ve never seen anyone like you, though.”

She nods. “Not many have. I am…well, they call me a hellhound. Really, underneath, I’m basically a wolf girl, but somewhere along the line we got corrupted by some kind of magic. It turned my ancestors into…well, this.”

Sarah gestures at herself. “They call it corrupted, but it’s honestly pretty neat. I’m immune to magical disease and curses, and I barely need to work out to keep in shape!”

You chuckle. “Well, you look great to me.”

Sarah smiles. “Thanks, that’s always nice to hear. Especially from a cute guy like you. And to answer the question everyone asks, no, the flames aren’t real. See?”

She brings her tail around in front of you, and you gingerly touch the tip, finding that she’s telling the truth. Your hand passes through the flames unharmed, and you touch nothing but soft fur. On impulse, you gently pet her fluffy tail, eliciting a shiver and a soft sigh from Sarah. You pet her tail for a moment more before she pulls it away with a laugh.

“Ok, ok. Enough of that for now. Maybe later we can get all touchy if that’s what you want, but for now, I want to hear your story. You’re clearly someone important, especially if you got taken to the Great One and survived.”

You nod. “I suppose that’s fair. Settle in, though, it’s a long story. Especially if I tell it right.”

Sarah nods, making herself comfortable. “We have plenty of time. Not much else to do here anyway!”

You shrug, thinking of a good starting point.