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Ellis's knees pressed into the soft earth, beside a tree and a few bushes. Her bright blue eyes drifted between the bushes around her, her right hand lifting upwards to push her small, silver-rimmed spectacles back upon her nose. Ellis's beret shifts idly, as her brows lift upwards and settle. Her white leather boots were partially dirty and the belts criss-crossed around her hips rustled lightly, the cases of books and scrolls rattling softly. The edge of her white cape dragged itself along the grass and dirt, as her hands plucked a few of the blue-green berries.

A small basket hanged from below her right wrist, slowly filled with the foraged berries. Ellis's knees pop as she stands, her left hand lifting upwards to push in her glasses, "These look edible, and smell edible, I do declare." Making a face and releasing a sigh, "But they're no eclair. Delicious eclairs.." Ellis's gaze drifts towards the campsite, the pot still placed over the fire pit, the fire underneath smoldering. Remnants of last night's stew could be smelt, as Ellis's nose sniffs the air, "An eclair would be better than stew every night. But.." Ellis's gaze drifts towards the basket of berries, "Maybe these.." Ellis's gaze drifts towards the forest line, her form pausing.

A single snap of a twig was soon followed by Ellis's movements towards the tree line and what had caused the snapping to push its form against the underbrush and trees, as it retreated. Ellis's hand lifts upwards to push against her spectacles, "What was that?" A small, young wolf pup emerges from the underbrush, behind Ellis's form. His fur was longer than a usual wolf, his build bulky. Around his neck, a chain necklace with a red-stone pendant was settled. The image of a howling wolf could be roughly seen. Two steel tags jingled lightly as he walked towards Ellis, as they hung beneath the pendant, "Ellis? What are you looking at?"

Ellis's form turns about, quickly, her hands lifting upwards in a shielding manner, "Ah! Oh..Alterion.." Her hands lower, and her cheeks flush lightly, "I was just picking berries. And I thought I heard something, but it was probably nothing. Have you found anything to eat, that's not meat?" Alterion shakes his head, "I'm afraid not. There's an abundance of animals and vegetables out here, in the wild." Ellis sighs lightly, her hands lifting upwards, "I guess I'll survive on fruit and wine...and stew." Alterion's tongue escapes his lips as he pants, a chortling laugh escaping his throat, "Its not that bad, you know. I really like it." Ellis's eyes sharpen towards him, and his panting stops. He slowly pads his way towards the fire pit and curls into a ball, his chin placing itself on his paws.

Ellis's boots carried her towards the fire pit and she settles upon the cleared space, sitting cross-legged. Ellis's gaze drifts towards the berries, before her hand pinches one and brings it to her mouth. Flicking it inward, Ellis chews it idly, before a few figures emerge from the nearby tent. One had her black hair collected in a bun, the rest of it stopping near her rear. Her clothing was insulated with fur-lining, in various red and yellow colors.The other was a bit taller, her bronze hair swept from her face and spiked. A cream tunic covered her form and black cloth pants were still being pulled upwards.

Ellis's swallows, as her face becomes red, "Oh, uh, umm...vix--Shion, what are you doing in Naran's tent?!" Shion's hands grasped at the pants' pockets, her legs stretching outward. Her bright eyes drift towards Ellis, blinking twice, "Well, we only packed one tent. So that we wouldn't have to carry two tents, everywhere." Naran's gaze drifts towards Shion, then towards Ellis, her hands moving, signing, "Hello Ellis. What are those." Ellis's gaze blinks, twice, then drifts towards the basket of berries. Ellis's smile becomes victorious, "Oh, well these dandies are what I found nearby. I picked them myself, Naran. They're much better than stew. You should try one. I'm certain you'll be pleased."

Shion's form leans forward, her gaze lingering upon the berries, "I...don't know. They're kind of blue." Naran's gaze drifts towards the berries, then returns to Ellis, before her form leans forward and pinches one between her finger and thumb. Lifting it upwards, Naran sniffs it once and places it within her mouth. Chewing it idly, Naran's facial features shift from neutral to scrunched up. A hard swallow later, Naran's tongue sticks outwards, her hands moving to sign, "This is sour."

Ellis's snout wrinkles, her tongue sticking outward, "At least its not stew.." Ellis's hands pull the basket closer to her form, her fingers pinching a few berries and bringing them to her mouth. Chewing upon them, Ellis watches the other two femmes wave, Shion's half smile showing, "We're going to go and get clean. Make sure nothing happens to the camp! See ya!" Ellis's gaze drifts towards Naran's rump, as she turns to leave, her fingers drawing berries quickly towards her mouth as she chews vigorously, "Mmm, one day.." Alterion's snout lifts upward, his gaze drifting towards Ellis, "One day?"

Ellis's form jumps upward, her hands wrapping about the basket and holding it to her chest, "Uh, I, I didn't say anything!" Ellis's cheeks burn a bright red and her form stumbles to its feet. Her boots carry her into the woods, as Alterion's snout slowly lowers itself back upon his paws, "Whatever Ellis."

Ellis's chest lifts and falls, her arms spread wide, and the basket of berries at her feet. Her hand lifts upward to push the glasses back upon her nose, before her gaze drifts to the left, then the right of the tree. Ellis's form slowly sinks downward, as her hands collect within her lap. A deep sigh escapes her lips and her cheeks become reddened, "Oh Naran...what do you see in her. Am I not tall enough...oh, but I--" Ellis's legs push together, her hands drifting up to place themselves upon her cheeks, her gaze closing partially, "Am I having a hallucinogenic response to the vitamins in the fruit?" Ellis's hand lifts upwards and shakily pinches the glasses upon her nose. Her hand places them upon the grass, her legs spreading outwards.

Ellis's hands placed themselves upon her stomach, pushing downward against the belts around her waist. Her legs push together, as her form shifts subtly back and forth. Her throat releases a fluttering sound, as the belt passes her waist, her knees lifting upwards as the belt passes her ankles. The cases and scrolls tied to the belts collect upon the grass below. Ellis's hands draw themselves down the laces of her thigh-high boots, her fingers curling against the hem of her red, long shirt. Ellis's white-laced undergarments were revealed, a girth creating an expanding bulge, displacing the fabric. A rounded head lifts upward and falls upon her form. Ellis's gaze closed, as her hands drifted upwards, over her stomach, pressing against the underside of her breasts. A soft sound escapes her throat, as her left leg bends inward, dragging itself against her undergarments.

Ellis's palms push upwards, drawing themselves along the fabric-covered chest, her fingers drifting along the inner-curve of her breasts. Ellis's hips lifted upwards, once, as her hands drifted downward, pressing the fabric upon her stomach downward, her boots splaying outwards. Ellis's hands drift towards her waist, her thumbs sliding themselves along the sides of her undergarments. The head of her cock bends backward, subtly, before curving upwards in a springing motion.

Ellis's left hand slides along her inner thigh, the white undergarments remaining just above the lace of her boots. Her left hand drifts upward, her fingertips drawing themselves upwards against the lightly haired sack, lifting it upwards delicately, "What are these strange occurrences...have I--ah." The sack falls into place as her left hand trails upward, her fingertips drawing themselves upon the veins of the cock, before her fingers press down upon the cock's head, and leave. The cock springs upward, wiggling subtly, before her left hand curls its fingers upon the cock's base. Squeezing lightly, her cock's head releases faint sound, as pre-cum escapes and coats the cock's head partially.

Ellis's gaze closes, tightly, as her right hand drifts upwards along her inner thigh, her palm collecting the sack, her hand idly moving in a circular fashion, her fingertips pushing upward, before allowing the sack to drop in an idle pattern. Ellis's facial features became flushed, as her eyes opened partially, her mouth releasing a small drop of saliva. Ellis's left hand releases the cock to brush the back of it against her mouth. Her eyes open and her snap towards the back of her hand, her right hand pausing, "What...what if its contagious? This chemical imbalance could produce disastrous results, ah, what have I done?!"

Ellis's hands press themselves upon the roots of the tree, her boots sliding upon the ground, her back pressing itself into the tree behind her. Her cock wiggles to-and-fro, as her chest lifts and falls rapidly, her hands upon the tree's side, her form partially standing. Ellis's gaze lingered upon the cock, before her left hand drifts upward to rub its pointer and middle finger into her eyebrow, "How long did it take, this chemical reaction...." A long pause, before Ellis's hands placed themselves upon her top, loosing bark and dirt upon it as they were wiped there. Ellis's eyes open, "That must have been at least a few minutes...what if Naran and Shion return? Or, what if they found me like this!" Ellis's hands grasp the hem of her top, pushing it downward, covering the cock's head partially. Ellis's eyebrows crossed, her mouth pulling into a fearful frown, "I knew the Shepard's College outfit was too revealing, but why, why do I wear it." Shaking her head softly, "No, no I coudln't have known this would happen. Hindsight is perfect and science is not until perfec--ah!"

A wet spot appears upon the hem of her shirt, her hands having continued pushing down upon the hem of her top. Ellis's teeth bite lightly into her lower lip, as her gaze closes, her form sliding against the tree's surface, downward, her chest slowly rising. Ellis's mouth releases long, deep breaths, her gaze opening, "Perhaps if I counteract this imbalancing influx of heat and flesh, it will return my body to its base." Ellis's head nods, once, her left hand grasping the cock's base. Her legs slide outward, her boots collecting twigs within the laces and dirt upon the white fabric. Ellis's gaze drifts towards the cock's head, her left hand drawing itself upwards, collecting a wetness upon her palm as it covered the head briefly.

Ellis's right hand reached outward, her arm sliding a few leaves into a small pile. Her right hand rubs itself against her top's fabric, before placing itself upon her right cheek. Her elbow presses itself into the pile of leaves, as her form shifts to the side. Ellis's left hand grasps the base of her cock, her hand idly drawing itself upwards, then down, colliding her palm into the base of the cock. Ellis's hand draws itself downward, as her throat releases a stuttering breath, her left hand rotating itself in an idle manner, "These new sensations should be recor-ah-ded. The Shepard's, mm, college would love to hear of this.."

Ellis's upper lip pressed itself into her lower lip, her hips lifting and falling, as her left hand squeezes itself upon the base of the cock, her left hand drawing itself upwards over the cock's head and downward, colliding into the base, "The speed and motion increases the heat of it, ah! Should I move in an adequate speed, it could burn off. Come on Ellis, this is your only chance. We-ah, we've got to test it. For science!" Ellis's hand increases its speed, pre-cum coating the palm of her hand and spreading itself over the cock's length. Ellis's eyes flutter upwards, as her chest lifts and falls down heavily. The sack bounces in-between the motions of her left hand colliding into the base and travelling upwards.

Ellis's hips push themselves upward, her rump leaving the leaves below. Her left hand grasps the upper half of the cock, tugging it upwards rapidly, her right hand's fingers digging lightly into her cheek. A soft cry escapes her lips, her gaze closing, "A-a-a-almost, almost there!" Ellis's form slides towards the right, her left hand squeezing the base of her cock once, then twice, before her elbow slips. A soft sound escapes her throat, as her side lands upon the leaves below, her gaze opening briefly, "The angle I calculated was all wrong.." Her left hand slowly draws along the cock's length, before her form slides away from the tree. Ellis's legs lift upwards, bending at the knee, the white undergarments stretched just above the thigh-high boots.

Ellis's rump shifts to the left, then to the right, Ellis's hands lingering upon the cock's head, her left hand slowly rising to cover it, before lowering, "Now I should be like a perpendicular bisector; I should recalculate the angle." Ellis's right eye closes, as her tongue sticks outward, her rump lifting and settling itself upon the leaves. A sound escapes her throat, as her rump lifts and falls upon the leaves again, "There, a perfect ninety degrees." Ellis's beret topples and lays itself flatly against the grass below, as Ellis's head falls backward. A soft sigh escapes her lips, as her left hand draws its along the cock's length, squeezing lightly upon the base.

Ellis's head nods, idly, as her gaze closes completely, her left hand drawing itself upwards, then down again upon the slickened cock, soft sounds emitting from it. Her mouth hangs open, her voice fluttery, "Within the mind-ah, lies the perception of what-ah, is reality. Should I..mm, reconfigure my perceived reality.." Ellis's right hand drifts down her top's fabric, its fingers drawing themselves along her inner thigh, before her palm presses itself into the sweat-covered sack. Her right hand's fingers push upward, before shifting the sack in a circular fashion, her face becoming deep red, "Naran, oh brave Naran..yes, please!"

Ellis's head nods, once, as her rump lifts and falls in a steady fashion, her left hand drawing the cock's flesh with her quickened movements, the head releasing pre-cum upon her thumb and palm. Ellis's rump lowers and collects stray leaves upon it, her right hand rolling the sack idly, her fingertips pushing against the leaves that collected upon its underside. Ellis's eyes shut tightly, her hips pushing themselves towards the tree-line once, then twice, her left hand sliding in a rapid fashion upon her cock, "Naran, make it go awayyaay--" Her shoulders tensed inward, as her rump's muscles tightened, her sack lifting upward. Ellis's left hand moves itself firmly up the cock, as cum escapes its head, landing upon several leaves and the grass below. Her hips lift upward again, as her cock releases cum again, which soon falls upon her left hand, collecting itself upon her right hand and sack.

Ellis's chest lifts and falls heavily, her form laying itself flatly against the grass and leaves below. Ellis's gaze drifts upward, her locks a mess underneath her head. Clouds pass idly by, overhead, before her thigh-high boots push inward, her legs crossing over her cock's length, "Oh! A delayed chemical reactionnn.." Cum escapes her cock's head, shooting upwards, before landing upon Ellis's top and boots. Ellis's gaze closes, as her legs lay themselves flatly outward. Her arms spread outwards, her hands upon the leaves below. A few leaves stick to her hands, and a slow wind drifts through the forest's trees.