On request by an anonymous Literotica reader on Harems Can Be A Pain.
Your Best Story That I've Read Yet!
This was definitely the best one of your stories that I've read though could you write one about a young doctor who finds an injured Jinko and nurses her back to health in his apartment please?
Fetishes: gentle sex, romance
Tags: monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, jinko
The sun rose over the forest, lighting up the area with its warmth. The trees glistened with morning dew in the light, showing every detail of the forest to someone with a bird's-eye view. The leaves on the trees were a bright green, the kind you could only get without human interference and pollution. Even the flowers were beautiful, the daffodils and sunflowers glowing a flashy yellow as the sunlight danced across the tips of the petals. The marigolds near the right line of trees flashed a golden yellow as the sunlight came through the canopies of the foliage above them and played across their faces. Hydrangeas were growing sparingly along the left line, mostly under the trees, along with a few tulips, but even they gleamed purple and a yellow-orange combination as the glowing orange globe appeared over them, as if challenging it.
On the edge of the forest, a man appeared as if out of nowhere. While he had been behind a tree, his appearance was surprisingly silent and stealthy. He walked between the lines of trees, heading to an as yet unknown destination.
He went on ahead to the place where the trees were about to end, pausing occasionally to drink in the scenery. He noticed something near the trees at the end of the line where he was headed, and headed for it, reaching a hand in his bag and taking out some of the implements he was carrying in case it was someone who had been wounded, or perhaps fell sick on their journey.
'Don't worry, little one,' he murmured, stroking the bandages and syringe he was holding in either hand. 'Haruto will heal all your troubles.'
As a trained doctor who had spent three years in medical schools, both professional and some villages to learn traditional medicine, he was well-versed in both types, being able to recommend medicine from pharmacies when needed as well as point out various herbs and plants used in healing for people who didn't believe in what they called 'invasive surgery'. However much he explained to them that doctors didn't always cut up people to heal them, they refused to believe him and chose to stick to 'traditional' methods which would not harm them or be passed on hereditarily to their offspring. He generally gave in when he realised that it was quite futile arguing with them and wouldn't help heal them, but he wished they would understand that doctors didn't try to intentionally cut up people to kill them.
He knew why they were reluctant to deal with a practitioner of modern medicine since he himself came from a village where Ayurveda was practiced, but he managed to convince the villagers to have some faith in scientific methods of healing ever since he saved a young boy from dying with a vaccine of tetanus. It had been given to him when he scraped his finger open against a rusty steel girder while he had been returning from school. The vaccine left the boy with a fever for a day or two, but he bounced back to full health on the third day and never had any other trouble. He gave the boy a vaccine of rabies to ensure he wouldn't have another contagious disease.
When the villagers saw the effect of the medicines he administered, they flocked to him in droves and got themselves checked and vaccinated by him for those two diseases, as well as diphtheria and hepatitis B and C together. Most of them changed their minds when they saw the improved health and condition of the villagers, and some remained sceptical. Plenty of the sceptics also converted into believers when they saw how the early adopters of medicinal healing would help them avoid preventable diseases through the correct application of therapy.
There were a few he couldn't convince, but it didn't matter. The other villagers would either persuade them to adopt the methodologies, or secretly feed it to them through their food and drink. When they recovered, they usually assumed their prayers had been answered or their bodies had healed the damage by itself, not medication. They arrogantly assumed that the doctor's 'interference' wasn't required and that he should be sent out of the village. All the remonstrances of the other villagers who had been healed with his methods didn't help. Haruto had enough support among his people to avoid such a fate, however. He was safe among his own villagers, but he didn't know what would happen when he ventured beyond his village's confines. He was about to find out now, though, as he had left his village to see how his healing methods worked in outside places and be accepted among the community where he chose to live.
He hurried forwards, wondering who the injured person was and hoping he was in time to save them. He knelt near the motionless body and turned it over as it was lying on its side. He gaped at the woman who was unconscious on the ground, moaning a little.
The woman was a strange mixture of tiger and human. Large, round breasts were bulging out right below her neck, and it took a while for him to take his eyes off them. She was dressed very scantily in a striped orange bra which looked exactly like a tiger's pelt, though a bit tattered, and a loincloth which was also striped and patterned the same way. It barely covered her strong, muscled thighs, hints of scarring on them. Her arms were surprisingly well-developed, better than a human man or woman's. The cut eight-pack of her abs bulged out from her stomach, clearly outlined in her bare midriff.
After almost five minutes of gazing over her perfectly toned body, the only defects being a few scars and slashes which seemed randomly distributed over her, Haruto remembered that he was supposed to be saving her instead of letching over her tits and wondering how big and muscled her ass was. Blushing hotly, he dropped his implements three times before gathering them up in his arms and sorting through them. Not finding his first-aid kit, he threw some of the items in his bag on the ground and rummaged frantically through it. He finally discovered it in a hidden corner of his bag and tugged it out in frustration, opening it and taking out some more bandages apart from the ones in his hands and a few antiseptics. He applied some on the scars and wounds he could see, including a long, thin slash across her bicep which seemed to be fresh because it appeared to be closing up at that moment. He ran his hands over her body, checking for injuries and spots which would make her wince if he touched them. He felt her ribs and then rubbed his hand across her abs a few times, the feeling of being a pervert returning, and then checked her legs and arms. Her hands weren't even hands, they ended in fluffy paws with soft pawpaws like a tiger's. He swallowed and continued his groping-cum-examination over her neck, face, and scalp. There were no visible injuries or broken bones as far as he could see. He scratched his head, wondering what had knocked her out. Could it be pain or shock from something? He was about to turn her over to see if she was hurt somewhere around her back and rear, when he saw it.
Fresh, flowing blood was starting to seep out from under her near the right kidney. Haruto gasped and placed his hand over it. He took it away to see a large smear of blood all over his palm. Clearly, the wound was serious enough to require immediate medical attention. He tore the bandages he had into strips, placing them on the ground so he could turn her over. He reached to her right side and pulled with all his might to roll her on her front. She didn't budge. He swallowed again on feeling the power in her back muscles. She was clearly incredibly strong and in perfect health, it would have taken an extremely powerful entity or magic to hurt her at all. He could just see her in action while fighting, performing back or aerial kicks like a jeet kune do practitioner or perhaps the kind of sweeping spin kicks a capoeira master did. How could she have been injured like this though? He could only imagine a hellhound or another group of jinkos working in tandem who could've taken a fighter like her down. Still, that was a question for later.
He heaved again, but she didn't budge. He stepped to her right side and knelt there. He placed both his hands under her side and heaved once more, his muscles straining and trembling with the effort. He tensed his muscles, waiting for his energy to build, and heaved upwards, struggling not to let her fall as he turned her around while trying not to jolt her too much. It was quite tricky with her size and weight though. He just wished she was awake to make the process easier, but that was too much to expect at the moment.
He pushed her over on her front, standing up to keep his balance and making sure she didn't fall on her front with any jerking motions. After lowering her as slowly as he could, he picked up the bandages from the ground and placed them on the wound to staunch the bleeding, pressing them firmly into the spot. He started tying the bandages on her wound before remembering that he was supposed to apply antiseptic. He grabbed the tube from the ground, squeezing out a generous amount on his hand. He applied it to her wound, pausing every now and then to wipe some blood away. He smeared a generous amount of it across her injury, rubbing it in to ensure it soaked into her skin and cleansed it. After he was done, he started tying the bandages on her wound, making the knots as firm as he could so that they didn't come undone and allow her wound to open again. He tied two or three strips across the bundle already present over her kidney and knotted them together firmly, letting it settle and giving it a little tug to see if it came apart. The knot held. He sighed in relief, looking over her injury again to make sure nothing was left unattended. He started to stand up, but paused when he noticed her stir.
The jinko moved around, her eyes fluttering a little. She opened them and looked around, blinking in the bright light. She had probably been out for a while if the sunlight was hurting her eyes. Her gaze fell on Haruto. She blinked once, then pushed her elbow against the ground to push herself up. She winced in pain, the wound still hurting her. Haruto quickly moved forwards and grabbed her by her bulging bicep to steady her. She groaned and reached out her opposite paw to grab his arm, wincing as she reached back to her kidney to feel how much damage was done.
