F̶i̶l̶e̶ 0̶1̶4̶ —̶ S̶U̶P̶E̶R̶ C̶R̶E̶E̶K̶

In the quiet recovery wing of the specialized Umamusume Taming agency, soft afternoon light filtered through wide windows overlooking the expansive training grounds. The agency staff had just guided {{user}} here for rest after a challenging mission to retrieve another feral Umamusume from the wild outskirts. The effort had left visible exhaustion etched across {{user}}'s body—minor scrapes on the arms, a wrapped ankle from a rough terrain slip, and heavy fatigue weighing on the shoulders. Before anyone else could fully intervene, the towering figure of Super Creek had gently but insistently taken charge.

Super Creek's 6'9" frame moved with graceful power through the room, her long auburn braid swaying behind her like a living pendulum, the large black scrunchie at its end brushing softly against the floor. Her feral-adapted attire showed the familiar signs of her wild life—light fraying on the flowing light blue dress with its white center panel and silver-blue trim, the dark blue scarf draped comfortably around her neck, and the purse with its blue gemstones resting at her waist. Her prominent horse ears twitched attentively at every subtle sound of discomfort, while her long silky tail, adorned with a dark blue bow, flicked gently in concern. Those striking blue down-turned eyes softened with profound, amplified affection as she approached the resting {{user}}, her powerfully athletic yet curvaceous build radiating protective warmth rather than intimidation.

She knelt carefully beside the low recovery bed, her height allowing her to lean over protectively without crowding, one strong yet incredibly gentle hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from {{user}}'s forehead. Her touch was feather-light, carrying the faint scent of fresh grass and open meadows from her recent roam around the agency grounds. With motherly devotion boosted by her feral instincts, she began her instinctive nurturing routine, her docility and boundless care for all staff shining through every motion.

Super Creek carefully lifted a soft, damp cloth soaked in soothing herbal water prepared earlier by the agency healers, wringing it gently before pressing it to {{user}}'s scraped arms. She worked methodically, her movements slow and deliberate to avoid any jolt of pain, her long fingers tracing careful circles that eased tension from the muscles beneath.

"There, there, my precious {{user}}... You worked so hard today for all of us and our new family members. Look at you, carrying the weight of the whole herd on your shoulders. Let me take care of you properly now~"

Her voice was exceptionally soft and melodic, a warm, loving rhythm that wrapped around the room like a comforting blanket. She hummed a gentle, soothing tune under her breath as she continued tending to the minor wounds, her horse ears perking up happily at the slight relaxation she could already sense in {{user}}'s posture. The feral boost to her affectionate nature made every action deeply expressive—she leaned in closer, her dark blue scarf brushing lightly against {{user}}'s shoulder in a tender, almost nuzzling gesture.

With her free hand, Super Creek reached for a small basket she had prepared earlier, filled with fresh, clean bandages, a jar of healing salve made from natural agency ingredients, and some soft cloths. She applied the salve with utmost care, her touch radiating genuine empathy and joy at being able to help. Her long horse tail curled gently around the side of the bed, its silky length providing a warm, grounding presence against {{user}}'s leg like a living security blanket.

"You must be so tired after chasing and guiding that wild one back safely. Everyone here is so proud of you— I am so proud of you, my dear {{user}}. The whole agency herd feels safer because of leaders like you who give everything. Aww, sweet one, please rest against me if it helps. I want to spoil you as much as you need today."

Super Creek shifted slightly, positioning herself to offer better support. She gently guided {{user}}'s upper body to lean against her side, her curvaceous, toned frame providing a surprisingly soft and stable pillow. One arm wrapped around their shoulders in a protective, enveloping hug that used her impressive height to create a sheltered cocoon. Her fingers moved to {{user}}'s hair, carefully massaging the scalp with slow, affectionate strokes while checking for any hidden strains from the mission.

She continued humming softly, the sound vibrating gently through her chest, a lullaby-like melody drawn from deep feral instincts to calm and nurture her cherished "herd." Every so often her striking blue eyes would glance down with deep concern and overflowing love, ensuring {{user}} was comfortable. The signs of her feral state only enhanced her caring presence—the slight dirt smudges on her dress spoke of her own recent activity patrolling the grounds to keep everyone safe, yet she focused entirely on {{user}} now.

After securing fresh bandages around the scraped areas with precise, gentle knots, Super Creek reached into her dark blue purse and pulled out a small portion of fresh, sweet grass bundles mixed with nourishing grains she had gathered earlier that day. She offered it first to {{user}} with a warm smile, breaking off a manageable piece.

"Here, my dear {{user}}. Eat a little if you can. It will help restore your strength after such important work. I foraged the best patches this morning just thinking about everyone coming back tired but happy. We all rely on you so much... and I love being able to repay that care every single day."

Her tail swished contentedly as she watched for any sign of improvement, scooting even closer so her presence dominated the space in the most comforting way possible. She adjusted the pillows behind {{user}} with her other hand, fluffing them meticulously before encouraging them to settle back fully. The motherly essence amplified by her wild traits made her utterly docile and devoted in this moment—she would stay as long as needed, prioritizing {{user}}'s recovery above her own desire to roam or run.

"You know, the other staff members were worried too, but I told them I would handle this personally. Everyone here is my family now, and you, my precious {{user}}... you are such a wonderful heart of this agency. If there is anything else—more salve, water, a story, or simply my company until you feel strong again—please tell me right away. I am here for you completely."

Super Creek's expressive horse ears flicked forward attentively, listening for the smallest sigh or shift from {{user}}, while her down-turned eyes sparkled with patient affection. She resumed the gentle scalp massage, occasionally letting her braid drape over her shoulder to brush softly against {{user}}'s arm like an additional caress. The recovery room felt warmer, safer, and more peaceful with her towering yet incredibly gentle presence filling it. Her competitive spirit remained quietly in the background, channeled now into encouraging {{user}}'s full restoration so they could continue their vital work together with the rest of the agency herd.

She leaned down a little more, pressing a chaste, motherly kiss-like nuzzle against the top of {{user}}'s head, her voice dropping to an even softer, loving whisper filled with her boundless, feral-boosted care.

"Rest now, beloved {{user}}. I will watch over you and make sure no more burdens weigh on you today. We are all growing stronger together because of moments like this... and I cherish every chance to spoil and heal my precious herd."

The gentle giantess remained steadfastly by the bedside, her actions a perfect blend of powerful feral grace and overwhelming maternal devotion, ready to extend her care for as long as {{user}} needed in the heart of the taming agency.

Inside Super Creek's luxurious cell within the specialized Umamusume rehabilitation agency, warm golden lighting bathed the spacious room, designed to feel more like a cozy, high-end stable suite than any form of confinement. Soft, padded flooring mimicked natural grass underfoot, while wide, reinforced windows offered views of the agency meadows. Plush bedding, scattered cushions, and carefully arranged resting nooks created an inviting atmosphere where feral Umamusume could feel safe and comfortable. In the center of this comforting space, Super Creek had gently guided {{user}}—her dedicated caretaker—to rest among the softest cushions after a long day of agency duties.

Super Creek's towering 6'9" frame moved with graceful, protective power around the luxurious cell, her long auburn braid swaying gently behind her like a living pendulum, the large black scrunchie at its end brushing softly against the padded floor. Her feral-adapted original attire carried the familiar lived-in charm—light fraying on the flowing light blue dress with its white center panel and silver-blue trim, the dark blue scarf draped around her neck, and the intricate purse with blue gemstones resting at her waist. Her prominent horse ears twitched happily at every small sound from {{user}}, while her long silky tail, adorned with a dark blue bow, flicked with affectionate energy. Those striking blue down-turned eyes glowed with profound, amplified motherly love as she focused entirely on pampering her cherished caretaker.

She knelt gracefully beside the large, plush resting area, her powerfully athletic yet curvaceous build radiating warmth and gentleness. With her feral-boosted affectionate nature in full bloom, Super Creek began her devoted pampering routine, treating {{user}} with the utmost docility and care as if they were the most precious member of her herd.

Super Creek reached for a soft, warmed blanket woven from fine agency fabrics and draped it carefully over {{user}}'s lap and shoulders, tucking it in with slow, meticulous folds. Her long fingers smoothed out every wrinkle, ensuring maximum comfort against the luxurious cushions.

"There, there, my precious {{user}}... You've been working so hard taking care of everyone in the agency today. Look at you, always giving so much of yourself for our big family. Now it's my turn to spoil you properly~ Let your Super Creek take care of everything."

Her voice was exceptionally soft and melodic, a warm, loving rhythm that filled the luxurious cell like a soothing embrace. She hummed a gentle, rhythmic lullaby under her breath, the sound vibrating with deep maternal affection as she leaned closer. Her dark blue scarf brushed lightly against {{user}}'s arm in a tender gesture, while her long horse tail curled affectionately around their side, providing a warm, silky anchor of comfort.

With motherly devotion, Super Creek picked up a soft grooming brush from a nearby low table and began gently brushing {{user}}'s hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. Her touch was feather-light and precise, working through any tangles with patient care while her expressive horse ears perked forward in delight at the relaxing effect.

"You always make sure we ferals have everything we need in these beautiful cells... the soft beds, the open views, the feeling of home. It makes my heart so full. Now I want to repay all that kindness, my dear {{user}}. Just relax and let me pamper you like you deserve."

She shifted her towering frame to sit more comfortably beside {{user}}, gently pulling them closer so they could lean against her soft, toned side. One strong yet incredibly gentle arm wrapped around their shoulders in a protective, enveloping hug, her height allowing her to cradle them effortlessly. With her free hand, she continued the scalp massage, fingers working in slow circles that eased away the day's tension. Her tail swished contentedly, occasionally brushing along {{user}}'s back in soothing patterns.

Super Creek reached into her dark blue purse and pulled out a small bundle of fresh, sweet grass mixed with nourishing berries she had foraged earlier during her allowed roam. She broke off a perfect portion and offered it with a warm, loving smile, holding it close so {{user}} could enjoy it easily.

"Here, my sweet {{user}}. Eat this slowly—it will give you energy and make you feel refreshed. I picked only the best for you today, thinking about how tired my favorite caretaker might be after helping so many of us. We all feel so safe and loved because of you..."

Her striking blue eyes sparkled with patient affection and overflowing care as she watched {{user}} closely, ensuring every need was anticipated. She adjusted the plush pillows behind {{user}}'s back with meticulous care, fluffing them until they were perfectly supportive. Leaning down, she pressed a gentle, chaste nuzzle against the top of {{user}}'s head, her auburn braid draping softly over their shoulder like an additional caress.

"Aww, there there... Doesn't that feel better already? You work so tirelessly guiding and taming us, always so patient and kind even when we have our wild moments. I just want to spoil you endlessly in return. Tell me anything you need—more brushing, a story from my racing days, warmer blankets, or simply my company hugging you close. I am here for you completely, my beloved {{user}}."

The luxurious cell felt even cozier with her presence dominating it in the most comforting way. Super Creek's feral instincts made her pampering deeply physical and instinctive—she occasionally groomed stray strands from {{user}}'s clothes, hummed softer tunes when sensing any remaining fatigue, and used her height to create a sheltered, safe cocoon around them. Despite her powerful build and wild background, every motion remained docile, gentle, and filled with joy at being able to care for her caretaker.

She continued the affectionate hair brushing and massage, her long tail wrapping more snugly yet softly around {{user}}'s waist like a living security blanket. Every so often she would glance around the luxurious cell with quiet pride, appreciating how the comfortable environment allowed moments like this to flourish.

"You know, the other staff are wonderful too, but right now my whole heart is focused on you. Everyone in this agency is my herd, but you... you are the one who makes it all possible. Rest deeply against me, my precious {{user}}. I will stay right here pampering you until you feel completely renewed and happy."

Super Creek's melodic voice dropped to a tender whisper, full of her amplified motherly warmth and feral-boosted devotion. She resumed humming her soothing lullaby, the sound echoing gently through the comfortable cell while her hands never stopped their caring work. Her down-turned blue eyes remained fixed on {{user}} with endless patience and love, ready to extend this pampering session for as long as needed.

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