"No! Please, please, no more." A nightmare about wolves startles me awake, tears run down my face as I tear the blanket apart in my struggle to get free.

"Sorrel?" Amelia's voice startles me and I jump around, crouched low ready to fight. "Sorrel, what's wrong?"

"I-I... sorry, -hah- nightmare. -haaah- -haaah-" I pant out a few deep breaths and start shaking as the adrenaline -or whatever the Plantkin version of adrenaline is- works its way through my system.

"It's okay, you're okay." Apricot flies out of bed before shifting to human-size and hugging me, she must have dropped her transformation in her sleep like I do. "Just breathe, that's it. In and out, in... and out. Good, good." She reaches up with one hand to smooth down the short petals growing in place of hair on my head.

I want to hug her back, but my hands are claws and they just won't change back. "It's okay Sorrel." Amelia takes my hand and starts massaging it with her thumbs. "You're safe here, nothing is going to get you." It takes another minute of them talking me down before the shakes finally fade away, and I can fix my hands.

I start shifting back into human when Apricot stops me. "Can you leave the petals, they look good and they're even softer than your hair."

"Yeah." I breathe out. "I can do that." I leave the tendrils on my arms out too, mainly because they're playing with Amelia's hands right now. "Thank you, thank you both. That... that was a bad one. I didn't scratch you, did I?" I ask the woman holding my hands right now.

"I'm fine." She moves closer and joins Apricot in hugging me. "The bedding not so much, but that shouldn't be an issue for you. Do you often have nightmares?"

"No, but I'm surprised I haven't before now. I went through... some fucked up shit right before I met you two." How do you tell someone that you went through a literal hell? I have no other words that even come close to what I went through.

"Do you think you can come back to bed? It's kinda cold out." I can feel Amelia's hard nipples poking into my side.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for bothering you." I wave a hand and the torn bedding stitches itself back together.

"Don't be silly." Apricot squeezes my butt. "This just means we can have a bit more fun before the sun comes up." Without a clock, I have no idea how early or late it actually is, just that it's dark.

"You're welcome to try, but I'm not sure I can get it up right now." I look fearfully over my shoulder at the gap in the hedges, wondering just how many wolves are wandering around out there. "Can, I?..." I point at the opening and will the plants on each side to grow together.

"Whatever you need." She breathes into my ear and slowly draws me onto the restored mattress. "But, you just gave me a challenge, and I'm always up for a challenge." She slides down my body, and... let's just say that she was up for that challenge, and soon I was too.

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"Morning." I pull Apricot into a hug first thing after the early morning sun wakes us. It seems that we were both able to hold our transformations through sleep this time. "Thank you. I'm not sure I could have gotten back to sleep after that without you being so... insistent."

"Oh, I was happy to help." She licks her lips.

"...an...yo...me...do...at?" Amelia squeaks out a question so low that I don't think Apricot was able to hear it even with her enhanced senses. Seeing us just looking at her, she takes a deep steadying breath. "Apricot... would you please teach me how to do what you did last night?" A loud gulp comes from her throat before she adds. "Both to him... and what you did for me?"

"Oh. Of course." Apricot gloms onto the blushing blonde. "You're such a natural, that I forgot that you're new to all this. And, I'm sure that Sorrel won't mind being your training dummy."

"Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it." I smirk when the blonde blushes again. "But, you should start on the second part of your lessons first. I'm going to borrow your skillet and make us some pancakes."

"Well, you be sure to pay attention to the lesson too." Apricot admonishes me. "You're decent for a boy, but there's always room for improvement."

"Hahah." I can't help but chuckle. "Yes, Ma'am." I play Gia's "Only a Girl" for them and mix together a [Lesbian Love Songs] playlist while mixing up the pancake batter. 'Temmie, I don't know if you can hear me, but could you thank VeeGee for me? He really outdid himself with this media player in my head, it's even better than what I had setup back home.'

*Ding**Ding**Ding* I get the distinct impression that she's chiding me for not paying attention. But, luckily I've made pancakes so many times that I could do it in my sleep, even over a campfire, even while watching two girls make love.

I chuckle in my head, and re-assure the goddess. 'Trust me, I am.'

"Food's ready, girls." I say after a while, once they take a break. "I've got a bit of honey, but I want a taste of this sweetness first." I pull Amelia in for a kiss and make sure to get every last drop of dew from her lips. "Mmm, even sweeter than honey." I purr while staring Apricot in the eyes.

Amelia giggled and nods. "She really is a little sweetie."

"Is that why you two keep calling me that?" The sweetie in question mumbles around half a flap-jack that she shoved in her mouth.

"Swallow before speaking, sweetie." Amelia smiles at the pixie and proceeds to pour half my honey over her stack of pancakes.

"Mmm. I would, but that's more of an intermediate lesson with Sorrel." Apricot says and then starts cracking up when Amelia chokes on her food.

"Snerk." I snort out a laugh. "Maybe we should add some remedial lessons? You know, make sure she can handle food before asking her to try swallowing that." This sets Apricot and Temmie laughing again, while Amelia just glares at me.

"Just for that, I'm stealing both your bacon." Amelia says and does just that.

"Hey, I was only able to get a small rasher." I protest, but let her take it. Apricot on the other hand fights her for it, and ends up eating half before she can take it. "I'm guessing my portion of the lessons got postponed, so we might as well get on the road." I toss my empty plate on the fire and start to clean up the clearing.

"Too bad we don't have a wagon or something." Apricot follows my example after licking hers clean. "Then she could practice on the move."

"That is a very good idea." I cast cleanse the mattress before stuffing it into storage. The amount of mana needed to store stuff seems to be based more on its mass than its volume, thankfully. "I could probably make one, but I don't think the axles would hold up. I wonder if I can compress the wood down to make it tougher."

"Finish working on my dress first." She shrinks down and pulls a new one out of somewhere, it's not storage, but something similar. "I'm hoping you can get good enough to replace some of these for me before I have to go collecting spider webs."

"Oh yeah, we should probably get dressed too." I take out my clothes. "But, do you guys just collect the webs, or have your people managed to somehow farm spiders?"

"Nope!" Amelia erupts. "You are not farming spiders! Ever! Under any circumstances! I like you Sorrel, a lot, but that is a deal-breaker if I ever heard one."

"Uhh. Yes dear. No spiders. Ever!" I reply with a sheepish smile.

"Under any circumstances!" She stamps her foot.

"Under any circumstances." I repeat.

"Heheheheh" Apricot erupts into laughter. "We just collect the cobwebs, silly. Spiders are too territorial to farm."

"Okay, okay. Moving on." I say with my hands up in surrender as Amelia glares at me like I'm hiding a spider somewhere. "I'm getting better at manipulating finer and finer thread, but I didn't really get a lot of practice in last night." I grin at Amelia to let her know that I very much enjoyed the show they put on for me.

"Well, you've got all day to practice." Apricot says, ignoring Amelia's blush. "I'm expecting a new dress tonight, even if you have to buy one. Because I will not wear that mud-colored monstrosity again."

"I should be able to manage a human-sized outfit by tonight." I nod and walk over to the cotton trees. "It might be a bit coarse, but the cotton is soft enough that it shouldn't be an issue. Now, what to do about you guys? I suppose I can just chop you up and leave you as firewood." I do just that, and stack the wood on the other side of the outhouse.

"Can you do something about the stumps?" Amelia asks after coming out of said toilet. "And then, help me saddle up Storm again, he likes you."

"Can do." I wave my hand over the remains sticking out of the ground, and they start decomposing in real-time. Soon, there's nothing but a small pile of loose dark soil which I then tamp down. "Come here, Stormie." I retrieve another apple for him from my storage. "Did you like that grass I grew for you, hmm? It's not as good as these, though. Is it?" I stroke the horse's mane while Amelia saddles him up with motions born from long practice.

"Got everything?" Amelia looks around the clearing. "The camp is better than we found it, much better, in this case; I think we're good to go. Well, almost." She looks at where the opening should be with a wry smile.

"I got it." I say and decompose the passage while lifting her into the saddle, before stretching my leg out to mount easily. "Magic is awesome."

"Yes, it is." She agrees before swatting my roaming hands. "But, did you really need to pick me up by my ass?"

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that, Amelia." Apricot laughs before coming to a rest in The blonde's cleavage. "As for you Sorrel, you can play around later. I really do want a new dress... please." She adds after a moment.

"Sure." I lean over Amelia's shoulder to stare down at her breasts. -I mean 'the pixie'- "Just think of it as payment for the lessons you're giving Amelia." I chuckle when her whole chest flushes red. "I'm especially looking forward to the hours and hours of practice she's going to have to put in."

"Well, you know what they say." Apricot licks her lips and grins up at us. "It takes a lifetime of practice to truly master a skill. Now, quit staring at her boobs and get to work. And, put on some music."

"Music, I can do." I pretend to struggle to do as the little woman ordered. "Not staring at Amelia's breasts though, that's going to be difficult. Hahahahah." I can't help but laugh as the beet-red merchant starts feebly swatting at me. "Okay." I breathe into her ear. "I won't stare anymore... for now."

Oh, her reactions are so much fun; I almost dread the day she gets used to our teasing. Starting up my [Videogame BGM] playlist, since it's perfect for this kind of monotonous task, we head up the road to Northwood.

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