You reach the limits of river elf land

Limber is a winsome river elf girl known for preferring the company of the boys. She's often seen running about with them around the forest, eschewing the bikini-style bottom usual to river elf females in favor of a tiny pair of shorts. The traditional river elf bandeau she wears has been modified with a shoulder strap, and the girl firmly invites everyone to ignore that such a modification is necessary to keep her top from slipping off her very flat breasts every time she dives into the water.

Limber crouches now up in the branches of a tree, monitoring the strangers as they make their way to river elf lands. A human and a naked dark elf, carrying three naked river elves between them: Surely they must be up to no good. Behind her is Heron, a chum of hers who is enjoying the sight of the naked elf chicks. Willow in particular he had always fantasized about catching naked, almost as much as he fantasized about Limber.

"You see that?" says Limber. "Intruders in our land!"

"Huh?" says Heron. "Oh, right. Yes, I suppose they're intruding."

"And they've taken three of our countrywomen and stripped them naked. We should do something!"

Indeed we should, thought Heron. After all, though he was getting a decent look at their asses from his vantage, he'd have to get closer to see the rest.

He looked also at Limber's back, and the small garments keeping her modesty intact. She had beautiful, aquamarine skin and faint yellow hair down to her chin. The way the river water glistened on her bare shoulders, the way she smelled delightfully of damp elf girl, the way her muscles stood taut as her bare feet clung to the branch, the way her shorts faithfully hugged her buttocks right up into her crack, it was all far more enticing than Limber realized. And perhaps this elf-stripping stranger could do something about that.