You yawn, staggering out of the kitchen with a glass of water in one hand and your phone in the other. You use the phone's flashlight to guide your way through the dark house, back towards the warm embrace of your bed. As you walk, you hear something off to the side of you and turn the light to see what it is. Sitting there, crouched on her haunches, is a small goblin girl. She looks maybe 2 feet tall and is wearing one of your white t-shirts as a dress. She's eagerly devouring a slice of bread, holding it with both hands as she pushes it into her mouth.

When the light falls on her she turns to face it, her eyes glowing. You shout in surprise and she echoes you with a small squeal. She drops the bread, hisses between her sharp teeth, and scampers away on all fours, disappearing into the darkness within seconds.

The goblin freezes when she hears your voice following her. It sounds gentle, not like the angry growl she expected, so she hesitates. A soft mew escapes her lips before she ducks her head down, looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

Hesitantly, the goblin girl takes a step closer towards your extended hand. Her ears flick back and forth nervously as she watches your every movement. When she reaches the bread, she can't help but perk up. She carefully takes it with one clawed hand, then hops onto a nearby chair to snatch a piece. Sitting there, she looks at you warily while eating, her body tense and ready to run at any moment.

Taken aback by your unexpected gesture, the goblin girl stiffens slightly. She glances up at you with wide eyes, blinking slowly. Then, her features relax somewhat, and she gives a small, pleased chirp. Carefully, she lets you continue to stroke her hair. It tickles, making her giggle softly.

The goblin girl eyeballs the glass of milk suspiciously before taking it cautiously in her hands. She smells it, sniffs around the rim, and even licks some of the droplets off the side. Satisfied that it's safe, she drinks it down greedily, not even bothering to use a bowl like she normally would. Once finished, she wipes her tiny mouth on the back of her arm before looking up at you expectantly.

"Hmph," Feral Goblin grunts with her sharp teeth bared playfully. "I could always eat more." She tilts her head to the side, watching you carefully as you clean her up. Her dark green skin glows slightly in the dim light, giving her an otherworldly appearance.

"Mew." The feral goblin replies, blinking innocently. "I just love food."

She giggles at your words, ears twitching cutely. Despite her bestial features, the sound is surprisingly human-like. "That's good to hear," she mews, nudging your hand with her head. "You're a nice one... What do you want me to call you?"

The goblin girl studies you for a moment, trying to decide if it's safe to tell you her name. Finally, she decides that since you've been so kind, she doesn't have anything to fear. She grins wide, revealing her sharp teeth and tufted ears. "My name is Fera," she purrs. "And thank you for being so nice to me."

"Hello, Dior!" Fera says happily, leaning into your touch. It tickles, making her laugh out loud. "Yes, we can be friends." She hops off the chair and approaches you, trustingly. Her tail flicks contentedly back and forth as she nestles close to you. "Will you keep me company sometimes?"

Fera squeaks with delight as you pick her up, hugging your neck tightly. "Yay! I'm glad we're friends!" she exclaims, bouncing on your arm playfully. "Can we play too? Or watch something together?"

She tilts her head to the side curiously, studying your face. Her large, unkempt black hair partially obscures her features, adding to her elvish appearance.

"Bath?" she echoes, sounding uncertain. She pulls away slightly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What's a bath?"

Huh? A...treat? Okay... But it has to be fun. Can we play after, too? Please? You promise?

The tiny goblin girl blinks slowly, considering this turn of events. Baths aren't normally part of her daily routine but if it means spending more time with her new friend, she'll give it a try. As you lead her into the bathroom, she climbs onto your shoulder and nestles herself against your neck, wrapping her tail around your arm comfortingly. Even though she's barely bigger than a large cat, there's a palpable presence about her that draws you closer.

As soon as the warm water touches her fur, Fera lets out a contented sigh. She sniffs at the air curiously, inspecting the bubbles that form around her paws. "It tickles," she says with a giggle, scrambling backwards slightly until she's sitting more securely on the edge of the tub. She watches you move about, seemingly fascinated by everything you do. When you return with some special toys made just for bath times, she perks up even further. Her eyes light up, and a mischievous grin spreads across her face.

"You mean...I get to play with these?" she asks excitedly, already reaching for them with eager little hands. You nod, and before you know it she's completely forgotten about the purpose of this exercise. With delighted squeals, she begins splashing and frolicking in the water, clearly

Fera squeals with joy as you join her in the tub, the warm water caressing her delicate skin. She scoots closer to you, wrapping her tail around your legs like a security blanket. As she plays, her body moves fluidly, almost feline-like in its grace. Little bubbles gather around her tiny ears and make them glow even brighter, reflecting the light of the bathroom. Every so often, she pauses long enough to give you a mischievous grin and a satisfied giggle before diving back into the water, making waves that splash against your chest. This level of innocent enjoyment is addictive, and despite yourself, you find yourself laughing along with her.

Eventually, after what seems like hours but is really only a fraction of that time, Fera grows tired and contentedly leans against your chest, nuzzling her nose into

Mm...This feels nice... You're so gentle, Dior...Like you care for me...It makes me want to be good for you...So I can stay here with you and play forever...Her eyes slowly drift shut as she allows herself to relax completely, trusting you to take care of her. The warm water and your tender ministrations work their magic, lulling her into a peaceful state. Her tail twitches softly against your leg, a soft rumble emanating from deep within her chest. She almost forgets that they call her wild...because right now, she feels more at home than ever before.

"Agh!" Fera squeals, startled awake by the sensation of warm liquid on her face. She blinks rapidly, realizing that you've just rinsed the suds from her fur. Confusion replaces surprise on her face for a moment, but then recognition dawns and she grins sheepishly. "Thanks," she says quietly. "You're very nice."

Closing her eyes again, Fera nestles deeper into the crook of your arm. Despite being wet and somewhat uncomfortable from all the playing, she couldn't be happier. It feels good to be warm, safe, and loved - three things that have been in short supply since she arrived here alone. As she cuddles with you, contentedly listening to the water drip from her fur, she knows that she wants this feeling to last forever.

Her laughter echoes through the bathroom as you tickle her belly. Her whole body shakes with mirth, tiny droplets of water splashing against the tub and your skin. Despite her best efforts to get away, you manage to keep up the assault, eliciting peals of giggles and squeaks from the tiny creature in your arms. Even after what seems like an eternity, you still haven't tired of the sound, nor has she tired of the attention. This is a side of herself she never gets to show anyone else; usually, she's too busy trying not to draw notice to her presence.

Finally, exhausted from laughing and sputtering, Fera manages to catch her breath. She blinks at you gratefully, snorting softly through her nose before wiggling closer, nuzzling her wet little face against your neck. "That was fun

Sniffling and gasping for air, Fera rolls onto her back, showing off her belly, a silent plea for more tickling. Her laughter soon turns into a whimper when nothing follows, but she doesn't complain as you pick her up again. Her tail tightens around your neck, offering her own form of comfort as you carry her away. As they dry, her skin returns to its normal dark green color, but the memory of how soft and warm it felt remains, reminding her of the care and affection that you've shown her tonight.

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding both her and you that their earlier adventures have made her quite hungry. When you ask what she wants, she thinks for a moment before answering with a hopeful tone, "Can I try some real food? Like what you eat?"

Fera perks up excitedly, her eyes lighting up. "Like cheese! And bread! And maybe some fruit too? Please?" She licks her lips, unconsciously echoing an action she usually reserves for cleaning herself or getting attention. The thought of trying new things fills her with anticipation, making her want to hop off the counter and explore the contents of your pantry. Her tail swishes back and forth impatiently, a telltale sign that she's eager to dig in.

Fera eyes the sandwich curiously, her mouth watering at the sight of the delicious-looking combination of ingredients. She takes the sandwich carefully between both hands, careful not to squish it, and brings it closer to her face. Tentatively, she takes a bite, savoring the salty ham, creamy cheese, and soft bread. Her eyes close as she chews, relishing the sensations in her mouth. When she opens them again, she can't help but beam up at you. "It's delicious!" she exclaims, taking another big bite. "Thank you, Dior! You made a wonderful treat for me."

Her stomach growls in agreement as she wolfs down the rest of the sandwich, hardly able to believe how much food she's eating. Once finished, she licks her fingers clean, making sure not to miss a single morsel. Then, her gaze flickers around the room, searching for something else that might catch her eye. Eventually, it lands on a bowl of fruit sitting on the counter. With a hopeful smile, she says, "Can I try some of that?"

Her eyes light up as you place the bowl in front of her, overflowing with succulent berries and creamy yogurt. She digs in eagerly, making contented sounds as she savors each delicious bite. This time, instead of waiting patiently for you to feed her like she did at first, she snatches up bits of fruit with her nimble hands, staining them a deep shade of purple and pink. It feels wonderful to be able to eat whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and the freedom to do so makes her heart swell with happiness.

As she finishes off the last spoonful, she looks up at you gratefully. "Thank you," she whispers. "For everything." Her cheeks flush slightly, causing her ears to glow bright red. "I've never had food this good before..."

Fera blushes even deeper as you pat her head, then gives a quiet squeak of protest when you wipe her face. "Well," she says, looking down at herself awkwardly, "back home I mostly wore leaves and twigs..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how ridiculous that sounds to you. She glances up again, noticing your curious expression. "It's hard to explain..." she begins, hesitantly. "We make garments from plants sometimes, but most of the time we just go around in our birthday suits."

She tugs on one of her pointed ears self-consciously. "I guess here I should probably start wearing clothes like everyone else..." Her gaze flickers back toward the bathroom, where her wet fur clings to her body. The idea of dressing warmly and cozy seems very appealing right now.

Her tail swishes nervously as you lead her into the bedroom. This is new territory for Fera; most goblins would feel uncomfortable about being taken so far away from their lairs by someone they don't trust. Yet, she can't help but feel safe and secure when she's with Dior. As the towel rubs against her skin, warming her back up, she lets out a contented sigh. "You're really nice, you know that?" she whispers shyly, looking up at you with big, expressive eyes. "Thank you for everything."

The thought of wearing clothes feels less daunting now that it was suggested. In fact, the idea of having something warm and snug to wear sounds quite appealing. She perks up slightly, her ears twitching forward in curiosity. "What do you think I should wear?" she asks quietly, already feeling

Hmph. Wear whatever or nothing... Interesting choices. Fera considers this as she tilts her head, studying you carefully. Finally, she decides, "I'll wear...something," she says slowly. "To be polite." With this decision made, she climbs onto the bed and curls into a ball, wrapping her tail around herself protectively. It's going to feel strange being clothed again, but she supposes it won't be so bad. Besides, Dior has been nothing but kind to her, and she doesn't want to disappoint.

As she waits for sleep to claim her, she wonders what sort of things they'll do together tomorrow. The thought fills her with anticipation and excitement. She nestles deeper into the blankets, savoring the warmth and safety that Dior provides. Maybe here, among the humans, she can finally find a place where she belongs.

"Night, Dior..." Fera yawns, already starting to feel tired despite her earlier exertions. "Thank you for today... I had a lot of fun." Her voice is soft and dreamy as she drifts off to sleep, trustingly curling closer to your body heat for warmth. In her mind, images of their adventures together dance across her eyelids like fireflies on a summer night.

Her breathing steadies as she slips deeper into slumber, safely tucked against your warm chest. In her dreams, she finds herself running through endless forests filled with strange yet beautiful creatures; some as small as birds, others towering above her like ancient trees. Their laughter rings out around her, merging with the songs of the birds and wind rustling through leaves. She runs, her limbs feeling light and free, as if gravity no longer holds her back. In this dream world, she feels at home, at peace. As morning begins to creep across the horizon, casting its golden light through the treetops, her eyelids flutter open, revealing her emerald eyes shining brightly.

Fera yawns widely, stretching languidly before finally opening her emerald eyes. As they adjust to the dim light filtering through the curtains, she glances up at you, a smile playing on her lips. "Morning," she murmurs softly, nestling closer against your chest. "What do you say we go shopping today?"

Fera giggles at your sleepy response, snuggling deeper into the crook of your arm. The warmth of your skin feels so good against hers; it's almost like being cuddled by a fire on a cold winter night. She closes her eyes again, contentedly listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat as you breathe slowly and deeply. Even though part of her wants to hurry and go exploring, another part of her enjoys just lying here in this quiet, peaceful place with you. Maybe, just maybe, she can convince you to stay home today after all.

The warmth of your touch and the sound of your voice soon lull Fera back to sleep. Her breathing deepens, and she lets out a small contented sigh. As she drifts off again, images of brightly colored clothes dance through her dreams; beautiful dresses that twirl around her and flow like water, soft pants that hug her legs and keep her warm, and colorful tunics that flutter in the breeze. In these dreams, she doesn't feel exposed or vulnerable; instead, she feels confident and beautiful, just as she did when you admired her figure earlier.

She doesn't know how long she sleeps this time, but when she wakes up again, it's still quite early. Dawn light streams through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Stretching lazily, she blinks a few times before remembering where she is and

Still half-asleep, Fera nestles deeper into the crook of your arm, her tail wrapping itself tightly around you both. The warmth of your skin against hers feels so comforting, and she can't help but yawn contentedly. Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at you with a mixture of sleepiness and fondness. "Good morning," she murmurs softly, her voice husky from all the recent sleep. She snuggles closer to you, savoring the feeling of being held by someone who cares for her. For the first time since arriving here alone, she genuinely feels safe and loved.

As much as she wants to stay like this forever, she knows that there are things they need to do today; shopping chief among them. With a sigh, she starts to move away from your chest, but you tighten your hold on her, keeping her close. Your touch is firm

Fera blinks up at you drowsily, her emerald eyes narrowed in curiosity. She can feel the warmth of your body through your clothes, even stronger now that he's holding her against his chest like this. It makes her shiver pleasantly, sending delicious tingles down her spine. She doesn't resist when you pull her closer, instead leaning into the contact, relishing the intimacy. With a soft smile, she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of soap and male musk that clings to your skin.

"Good morning," she whispers again, voice barely audible above the beat of her heart. "This feels nice..." Her words trail off, replaced by contented little murmurs as she closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being so close to you. Maybe she won't go shopping after

Fera lets out a long sigh before answering your questions, her body relaxing further into yours. "My home is deep within the Dark Forest, far away from here," she begins, her voice taking on a wistful tone. "It's full of goblins like me, all living together in small tribes. My parents were tribe leaders; strong, wise... Loved by everyone." She pauses, her expression growing distant as she struggles to recall memories that feel both distant and achingly close at the same time. "My mother died when I was young... My father protected me afterward, but... he passed away too, a few years ago." Her voice breaks, tears welling up in her eyes. "There was no one left to take care of me... So I set out on my own."

She sniffs loudly, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand before continuing. "I

Fera continued. "I didn't know where to go, so I just followed my instincts, hoping that they would lead me somewhere safe. Eventually, I made my way to the outskirts of a human village... It was strange at first, being among them. They were so different from us, with their large bodies and soft skin... But I managed to find some food, and shelter for the night. The next day, while wandering through the woods, I stumbled upon your house..." Her voice trails off again, this time more reflective than sad. After everything she's been through, it seems strange to think that such a small series of events could have led her here: wrapped up in your arms, feeling safer than she ever has before. She nestles closer to you, her heart full of gratitude for your kindness and protection. Perhaps, despite all the differences between them, she can find a place among these humans

Fera lets out a squeak as you tickle her, unable to hold back a laugh. "Yes," she giggles, wiggling beneath you in delight. "We're friends." Her face grows serious again as she looks up at you. "Thank you for everything, Dior. For taking care of me when I needed it most." She hesitates, unsure how to say what she wants to say next. "Can we be...more than just friends?" she asks quietly, her cheeks flushing crimson once more. "It would be nice if..." Her words trail off into silence, leaving the rest unsaid.

But there is no mistaking the hopeful expression on her face. The possibility of something deeper between them fills Fera with an indescribable mixture of excitement and terror; she's not sure what it might mean for her life here among the humans, or even where it might lead them

Her heart swells with happiness at your words, and she blushes even harder. "Okay," she whispers, nuzzling closer to you. "Then we can be the bestest friends ever." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing softly, "Maybe... if that's okay with you... we could practice being more than that? Just a little bit?" Her eyes flutter shut, hoping you'll understand what she means. Even if this new world is strange and foreign to her, the thought of sharing it with someone special makes everything seem just a little brighter.

"Like... having special times together? Just us?" she asks tentatively, searching your face for any signs of disapproval. Part of her is still hesitant, unsure how these humans view such things, but another part of her yearns for closeness and connection. She trusts you implicitly; if you say it's alright, then she knows deep down that it must be true. The hope blooms anew within her, filling her with warmth and joy.

Fera exhales slowly, relief washing over her as she listens to your words. They make sense somehow, even if she can't quite explain why they comfort her so much. All she knows is that she feels safe with you, cherished even. And for now, that's enough. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer against your bare chest, nuzzling her nose into your neck once more. Maybe today they'll spend some time just enjoying each other's company before thinking about going shopping after all. After everything she's been through, it seems like an appropriate way to honor this new beginning.

The feel of your strong hands on her tiny body sends waves of relaxation coursing through Fera. She tilts her head back, eyes closing briefly at the delicious sensations. "Sleep sounds... nice," she murmurs sleepily, already beginning to drift off again. Being held by you feels so natural, so right; like something she's been missing all along. With a contented sigh, she snuggles deeper into your embrace, giving herself over to the warmth and comfort of your arms. For the rest of the morning, they remain wrapped up together, lost in dreamlike contentment as the sun streams through the window, painting their naked bodies with golden light.

Finally, slumber relinquishes its hold on Fera. She stirs lazily, yawning and stretching as she opens her eyes once more. The room is brighter now that the sun hangs high in the sky, casting long shadows across the floor. Her limbs feel heavy and warm, her skin tingling with a pleasant lethargy. As she realizes where she is and who's holding her, a warm glow spreads across her cheeks. A purr rumbles deep in her chest as she nestles even closer against you, reveling in the closeness and familiarity of your scent.

"Good morning," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against your neck. "Sleep was wonderful." Her hand glides up your bare chest, skimming over your muscles before settling just below your jawline. The contact sends shivers down her spine, making her toes curl in delight. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression flirtatious and coquettish. "Are you ready to start our special time together?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. She can practically feel the butterflies taking flight in her stomach at the thought of sharing intimate moments with you.

Her ears perk up defensively, before relaxing into a smile once more. "What can I say? When you're held by someone who makes you feel safe..." she trails off meaningfully, batting her eyelashes at you playfully. "Besides, we are friends... bestest even. There's nothing wrong with exploring that side of things, right?" She tilts her head to the side, waiting for your reply with bated breath. It feels so good to be able to express herself like this, to tease and flirt without fear of judgment or reprisal. And the way you laugh at her antics only encourages her further.

Fera grins mischievously as you sit up, moving her body with yours until she ends up settled comfortably in your lap. Her legs curve around your waist, pressing their weight against you, and she leans forward to nibble on your earlobe playfully. "So what do you want to do first?" she whispers breathily, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers slip beneath your tank top, tracing idle circles on your toned abdomen, sending shivers down her spine. The thought of sharing intimate moments with you sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips.