Ugh… But it was such a good dream!

I groan as I’m shaken awake. The hand on my shoulder is firm, calloused, and green.

I flinch back as my eyes fly open and I’m on high alert. Rousing me from my uncomfortable imprisoned slumber is Fuut, doing what I assume is her best attempt at looking non-threatening.

“You finally awaken.” Fuut says to me. “The other girl says she was letting you sleep.”

I look over to Cynthia, who smiles at me as she overhears. She then turns back to the she-orc in front of her, Clow if I recall correctly, who is feeding Cynthia some soupy… liquid… from a wooden bowl by the spoonful.

As I focus back to the she-orc in front of me, I see that resting on the floor is a similar wooden bowl with a spoon and a white soupy liquid.

“I have brought you a meal.” Fuut says. Through her rugged features, I can see that she is very much trying to be as gentle as possible as she grabs the bowl and spoon.

I look at the bowl of white mystery liquid. “That is a meal?” While Fuut may be trying to make a good impression on me, I am feeling no desire to reciprocate the sentiment.

“It is an Orcish food we call ‘Nut Milk’. It is very good for you. It will heal your knees quickly.” Fuut looks at my swollen bruised knees with a pang of guilt. Fuut grabs the bowl and scoops a spoon of the nut milk up and brings it to my face. “It is bitter at first, but you will learn to enjoy it.”

Fuut wasn’t kidding. The scent as the spoon hovered by my lips was alien, and almost nauseating. It had musky notes, almost like the farmboy in my surprisingly vivid and memorable dream. Was this what I actually smelled? “You know,” I glare at Fuut, “my knees wouldn’t need healing if you hadn’t hurt them in the first place…”

Fuut winces, looking ashamed. “You are right, and I am sorry…” her voice is very soft and quiet, “I made a mistake, and you suffered for it. I do not want you to suffer…”

“Well… what DO you want me to do?” I asked, an irritated undertone still present in my voice.

Fuut looks at me, and I can tell she’s trying to choose her words carefully. “I want… you…” she pauses, and her face flushes, “I want you to be my nurse.”

I look at Fuut confused, “What does that mean? Being a nurse?”

Fuut hesitates, “It means an ally, a helper, a… friend.” She blushes again, “Zornma can explain it better, but for now, we are supposed to develop a trust-bond.”

I look over to Cynthia and see that she’s gulping up spoon after spoon of the stuff that Clow is feeding her. Cynthia seems to be enjoying herself… in fact… through the thin fabric of her night clothes, I can see that her nipples are very erect. Her entire areolae appear to be puffed up, leaving little to the imagination about her ample breasts.

Fuut watches me observe Cynthia and Clow. “Your friend enjoys it… you will too.” Fuut holds up the spoon for me.