The assignment was simple: Go out there and sketch something

The problem?

No single student can sketch the same thing as another student, that includes different views of one single thing and/or subjects.

The solution.

Lots we're drawn. Each student getting one place or subject they are supposed to draw.

And as luck would have it, Mercy got a rather strange combination..

"Outdoor still life"

Meanwhile, out in some part of the forest, Pandora was happily snacking away on an apple whilst sitting on the branch of its parent tree, and given her stature, it would be a few hours before she can finish the whole fruit. Her little home inside a home lay at the base of the said tree, tilted on its side and leaning on one of the roots. The tree itself lay along the side of a slightly obscure walking path throught the local forestry, and most of the people that passed by barely noticed the ornate container, not that Pandora cared, she'd just move it to another place once she was done with the apple.

Mercy wandered through the forests greenery, sketch pad under one arm and a tin of charcoal in her other hand. Her hiking shorts bore one or two scratches from branches and rocks, the testament to many a long walk. Her white vest was stretched across her impressive bosom, and looked as though it were losing the struggle to contain the soft flesh within. It was a secret of Mercy's, but she loved the feeling she got when people looked at her as she travelled in tops too small for her. It gave her such a thrill, even if she would never admit to it.

A stone in one of her boots caused her to stop her journey for a moment, bracing herself against a tree to undo the laces. It was as she did this, that the box caught her eye. At the roots of a tree a few feet from her, it sat and beckoned.

Mercy lowered her foot, momentarily forgetting about the stone. She slowly approached the box, squatting down near it with her tin and sketch pad held against her chest and taking a closer look at the device. Blisfully unaware of the danger that she was in.

Pandora saw someone walk closer to her little rest spot. It was a girl, although since this was an all-girls campus, the chances of it being one was high, but what a girl it was.

"Merciful mammaries, got milk?"

Pandora murmured to herself as she bit off another piece of the apple. She seemed to be interested in the box, but it was hard to say whether she wanted to collect it, open it, or just stare at it till someone smacks her n the ass. Pandora waited to see what she would do, maybe she was going to open it, or not, if the latter was the case, she would have to use the other method of getting people into it, because this was one girl that looked absolutely fun to play with.

"come on little girl, what are you going to do..."

Blissfully unaware of the small succubus observing her from above, Mercy reached forward towards the box, hand outstretched looking as though she were about to open it or pick it up. At the last moment she flinched back, looking intently at the item.

"It's perfect," She said to herself, smiling.

The girl stood up and took a step back from the box. Leaning with her back against another tree, Mercy took her pad and opened the tin of charcoal. The box was in the perfect location for her to sketch it, with all the roots entwining around it, if she moved it it may ruin the entire picture. The french girl turned to a new page and began to draw the box, staring intently at the device but not approaching it.

Oh how cute...

Pandora doesnt know whether to happy or be annoyed that such a beautiful morsel such as this chose to draw her abode instead of opening it. Well it does seem that the student wont be going anytime soon, so her attention is to the apple and not to the half-cow female.

A quarter of an hour later and the apple is no more but a core and seeds, and now to think of a way to lure the girl in. It does look like the girl wont be in the business of investigating the box further, so it seems the plan would be to get the girl to look into her eyes, and that sketchbook gives her an idea.

Flitting down behind the artist, she gets into a hover just behind her left shoulder, staring intently at her work, which was quite exemplary.

"Wow, you're good... mind if you sketch me with it?"

Mercy jumped with alarm as she heard the voice behind her.

She had lurched forward, dropping the sketchbook to the ground and turning around to get a better look at the stranger. She was panting heavily, causing her immense breasts to heave, heart hammering in her chest from the shock of the unexpected voice. On her face was a look of utter confusion.

The speaker was a tiny winged female. Not a student, and not one of the gigantic tentacle-waving monsters that Mercy had heard so much about. She didn't quite know what to say, looking Pandora up and down, wondering if this was some sort of dream.

"I..." She started before swallowing and trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "Huh?"