/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>Be me

>Moofriend got sick so she's bedridden

>Figure I'd help her out, plus she gave me a spare key for a reason I guess

>Tidy place as always, though I've never been in her room before

<"That you, Anon? ACHOO!!"

>"Yeah, it's me. Got some stuff to help ya. Just stay in bed, alright?"

<"Ooookay"

>I hear her sniffle as I approach her door, the poor thing

>She left her door open, I guess she doesn't want me touching too much stuff, lest I catch whatever she's got

>Her room is very spacious, certainly bigger than mine, and her bed takes up most of the room

>Looks big enough for two, actually

>I see her head poking out from the pure white sheets, looking very pale, but she's smiling as she looks at me

<"Thanks for coming, Anon"

>"No trouble. Just brought some stuff that's always worked for me

>I lay my backpack on her nearby dresser and take out the contents

>cans of chicken noodle soup, vitamin c pouches, lemon flavored couch drops, and a small electric blanket

>"This is what mom always used when I got sick, though I usually had a cat to stay with me too"

<"Hard to imagine you being the cuddling type, Anon"

>"Cat's are amazing. Now just stay in your bed while I get things ready for you"

>I hear her sigh a bit, bovine ears drooping lamely. She looks so tiny with just her head poking out as the rest of her voluptious form is hidden under her poofy white sheets.

>Grab the electric blanket and plug it in and lay it on top of her as it begins to heat up.

>Head to the kitchen with a packet of vitamin c and a can of soup.

>Pour the soup into a bowl and start warming it up in the microowave and dump the vitamin c into a tall glass of cold water and stir it around as I head back to her room

<"ACHOO"

>"Shoulda brought some tissues too. Sorry"

<"No. It's fine, Anon. I got plenty"

>She demonstrates this by grabbing one out of the pale blue box and blowing her nose

>"How charming"

>She sticks her tongue out at me before tossing the soiled tissue into a mostly full trashcan.

>I step closer to her with the glass in hand and she reaches her hand out to grab it, but I gently grab her's and shake my head

>"I got this"

>She blinks a few times and a slight blush appears on her pale, sickly face.

<"O…. Okay"

>Gently press the glass against her lips and tilt it for her her to drink

>A part of me is wondering, "what the fuck am I doing?", but I ignore it.

>She grimaces a bit, which is to be expected from the taste of the medicine.

>Microwave dings

>"Ah, soup's ready. Just keep sipping that, ok?"

<"Kay……"

More?

>>346684

Sure, continue.

>>346684

Yeah man.

>>346684

Canned chicken noodle soup always has a distinct salty smell to it, and always brings about feelings of nostaliga.

>Good thing Holstaurs are omnivores… I guess? Still don't like eating beef around her.

>Bring the steaming hot bowl back to her room, where she's looking up at me as she drinks the last of the vitimin c drink.

>"Pretty bad, huh?"

<"Yeah…"

>"Well you're gonna be drinking it till you feel better."

>Her cow ears droop again and she lets out a sigh that sounds… well like a moo.

>I roll my eyes and hold out a spoonful for her.

<"I can feed myself, Anon."

>"You fell down when I was talking to ya on the phone. Now quit talking and eat."

>Rather than listen to me, she grabs the bowl out of my hands and feeds herslef a spoonful.

>"Heh. You're such a faker."

<"I am not."

>"Don't talk with your mouth full."

>She eats a few more spoonfulls before setting the bowl aside on her little bedside table and sits herself up, her pink bedshirt failing fantastically to hide the boutiful valley of her cleavage.

>Not that I was looking.

<"Anon?"

>"….. huh? Oh. What's up, Helena?"

<"I just wanna say thanks."

>"Why do you sound like you have a terminal illness?"

<"I…. I… I'm not used to being sick. Back home, it hardly ever happens. But I'd heard about Monsters who came here and got very sick."

>"I guess that makes sense, coming to a new world and all. Hell we humans can get sick going even a short distance in our own world. New bacteria really fucks wiith your system."

<"Yes well…. I was thinking that if it got worse, I-"

>"Ah you're fine. It's just a cold, you can beat it easy."

>I know exactly where this is going.

>"Is that electric blanket working? Here lemme raise the temperature. Gotta sweat this sickness out if ya wanna be better again"

>I grab at the dark blue blanket and pull along the cord until I eventually find the heat settings, setting it to its highest and without thinking grab the edge of Helena's blankets to stuff it in and rest it atop her stomach.

>In addition to the sheets, I have also grabbed hold of her shirt.

>In my darkest hours from this moment on, the memory of this sight shall comfort me.

>>346782

>It takes every ounce of my willpower to resist the urge to gulp and keep a stoic face. No doubt she's noticed my teeth biting into the inside of my bottom lip, but she does nothing.

>Nothing but stare at me as I place the electric blanket beneath her sheets and place them back over her chest as best I can.

>I don't linger on and do not say a word as I excuse myself out of her room and head into the bathroom as the taste of blood from my lip has entirely filled my mouth, which I am grateful to spit out into the sink.

>My heart is beating as if I had just finished sprinting for half a mile. I can very well imagine what she must be thinking right now. And I know that I will have to face it momentarily. For now I just worry about getting the blood out of my mouth as my lip finally stops bleeding

>After rinsing my mouth one last time I head back to Helena's room, jaws clenching tightly together so as to avoid biting my lower lip again.

>She sits in her bed, her eyes hidden by her black and white hair.

>A strange cold seems to have filled the room and I feel every hair on my body stand on edge

<"Have you come to apologize, Anon?"

>"Huh?"

>The gentle cow I've known as a friend isn't here. This is someone else. Someone scary.

<"Have you?"

>Really scary.

>"Uh…… I'm sorry?"

<"I don't think I believe you, Anon. Not one bit. I think you're going to have to show me just how sorry you are"

>"UH.. ok?"

<"Come here"

>She pats the bed without looking up at me.

<"Come. Apologize"

>I'm overcome with an unnatural, overwhelming fear. Courld this be why they're called Monsters? Despite their beautiful forms, they're absolutely terrifying. Unable to resist, I comply and sit on her bed.

<"Lie down, Anon"

>Her voice is just above a whisper, sending tingles down my spine as she places her hand on my chest and lowers me down/

>She's cleared away part of her sheets, and hasn't put her shirt back on.

>"W-what do you want me to do?"

<"You said the best thing for me to beat this was to sweat it out, right?"

>"…… yeah?"

<"Well you're going to be helping me do. Just. That."

>In a flash she wraps the covers around the both of us, and I'm suddenly envolped in a great, soft warmth.

>And that's it. She's not doing anything more than just holding onto me and crushing my arm in those huge udders of her's. It's actually really nice.

>She's fallen asleep as soon as she's grabbed me. It must have taken up quite a bit of her strength to act like that. Suppose I got lucky then

>There's a faint smell of lemon wafting off of her, most likely a cough drop, which explains why she's not coughing all over me. She's incredibly soft, if a bit clammy due to her illness. Combining that with how comfy her bed is, I'm finding it hard to stay awake.

>Slowly as I lie here with her, I start to lose focus. Her gentle breathing lulling me to sleep.

>As I pass out alongside her, an incredible feeling of satisfaction comes over me. Like I'm glad to be helping her like this.

>Hopefully she won't be mad when she wakes up.

Got some more planned.

>>346782

>>346783

Not bad at all.

Especially since you stopped neglecting commas like you did in the first installment. I would have had a conniption fit if you kept doing that.

>subtle femdom/"sub nudge"

Funny how the submissive types can do that best, huh?