Clementine
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| Artwork by Moira | |
| Creators | strawberry_tea |
| Personal Information | |
| Pronunciation | Kleh-muhn-tain |
| Relatives | Unnamed father Six unnamed younger siblings |
| Other Relations | Nelia (master seamstress) |
| Occupation | Apprentice Seamstress |
| Residence | Barnia (home nation) Hawkethorne |
| Location | Harvest Valley (Zone 1) (first encounter) Hawkethorne |
| Nationality | Barnian |
| Biological Information | |
| Species | Sheepfolk |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5' |
| Hair Color | Fuzzy White with faint traces of Pink inside |
| Eye Color | Honey-Brown |
| Skin Color | Pale |
| Fur Color | White (wool) |
| Bust Size | B |
| Other Information | |
| Version Added | 0.3.14 |
| Changelog | 0.3.15 Artwork 0.3.24 Fuck Ass sex option, Shearing event, additional chat dialogue |
| “ | Well of course! Every sheepfolk takes pride in their wool. It’s defined us throughout all of history. If you have anything and I mean anything made of wool, I guarantee it came from a sheepfolk. We’re not the strongest people or the smartest, but we’ve clothed the backs of Savarra and that’s something no other race can lay claim to.
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Clementine is a sheepfolk girl who recently moved to Hawkethorne to sell her wool, due to the lack of sheepfolk competition. Like most sheepfolk, Clementine takes pride in her wool and boasts that it's quite soft, and is content that the cold of the north allows her to grow it out. At Hawkethorne, Clementine works as an apprentice seamstress under Nelia in exchange for supplying her wool. She also loves baking and says that if she wasn't a seamstress, she'd be a baker. Before moving to Hawkethorne, she used to work at her family's small farm in Barania, the only sheepfolk nation in the world. Clementine has a shy and innocent perspective, having been extremely flustered at accidentally learning Sugo's stall.
Appearance
Clementine is a short, petite sheep girl standing at about five feet in height with pale skin to match her white wool. Her hair is a jungle of white curls, looking more like wool than actual hair. It’s remarkably well maintained, brushed with care to prevent tangles and split ends. Overall it’s quite short, looking like a big poofy cloud resting atop her head. A pair of ram-like horns curl around the top of her head into tight circular bunches. They’re not very threatening but they retain a clear sturdiness to their form if she ever needs to use them.
Clementine is a short, petite sheep girl standing at about five feet in height with pale skin to match her white wool. Her hair is a jungle of white curls, looking more like wool than actual hair. It’s remarkably well maintained, brushed with care to prevent tangles and split ends. Overall it’s quite short, looking like a big poofy cloud resting atop her head. A pair of ram-like horns curl around the top of her head into tight circular bunches. They’re not very threatening but they retain a clear sturdiness to their form if you ever need a good handle bar to fuck her with.
Her face is just adorable. There’s just an undeniable cuteness to it that makes you want to smush it between your hands and lavish all of your love and affection upon it. Her eyes are a warm honey-brown, bearing whatever thoughts run through her innocent mind. Two ears jut out from the sides of her head, distinctly sheep like as they droop slightly. Fuzzy white hair coats the outside while a faint pink colors the inside.
Her neck is entirely covered in a thick layer of her soft white wool, entwining itself with her hair in one singular pattern of fluff. You’re not sure where her hair ends and where her neck wool begins but you’re not sure if Clementine knows either. The floof doesn’t end there as white wool cascades across her shoulders, joining with her arm wool to create a sea of endless fluff.
It’s so fucking soft. You don’t even have to touch it to know that her wool is a wonderful bundle of furry warmth. The hairs of her wool puff out proudly, advertising their fleecy texture to any fortunate passerby. Clementine carefully maintains it, trimming it to have a perceptible thickness while constantly combing it, ensuring every inch of her fluffy goodness is as smooth as possible.
Both of her arms are completely covered in her wool though it begins to thin out once it reaches her wrists. Her hands lack any wool, capping off with her pale skin instead. Finally prying your eyes off of Clementine’s beautiful fleece, you bring them down to her perky B-cups. They certainly aren’t the most eye-catching but you couldn’t imagine any other rack on her. Heading down further, you reach her plump little butt. It’s a nice, cushy piece of ass to grope and knead while not being too over the top in size. Her hips are narrow, fitting her petite form quite nicely while accentuating the curves of her rump. A white sheep tail sits directly above her bum, covered in white hair as it swishes with a mind of its own, completely free from Clementine’s control. Going further down, you reach her legs which have even more wool than her arms, capping her two drumsticks with a thicker coat of soft, blissful white. They look like the perfect pillow to lie in. Just the thought of nestling your head in that dream cloud has you yawning already.
Both of her arms are completely covered in her wool though it begins to thin out once it reaches her wrists. Her hands lack any wool, capping off with her pale skin instead. Finally prying your eyes off of Clementine’s beautiful fleece, you bring them down to her perky B-cups. They certainly aren’t the most eye-catching but you couldn’t imagine any other rack on her. Heading down further, you reach her plump little butt. It’s a nice, cushy piece of ass to grope and knead while not being too over the top in size. Her hips are narrow, fitting her petite form quite nicely while accentuating the curves of her rump. A white sheep tail sits directly above her bum, covered in white hair as it swishes with a mind of its own, completely free from Clementine’s control. Going further down, you reach her legs which have even more wool than her arms, capping her two drumsticks with a thicker coat of soft, blissful white. Just two poofy thighs to rest your head in as you dive tongue deep into her pussy.
Clementine’s wearing a blue, sleeveless dress, letting most of her arm wool breathe freely. She blushes cutely when she realizes you’ve been staring at her, quickly stuffing her mouth with a cookie and diverting her gaze.
Interactions
First Encounter
To encounter Clementine in the northern region of Harvest Valley, the Champion must have encountered a Crazy Horse before.
As the Champion makes their way through the valley, a piercing cry for help fills their ears. Investigating the source reveals a sheep girl at the mercy of a crazy horse, however, upon seeing the Champion, he shifts his focus and charges them. After the fight, the sheep girl emerges from where she was hiding and rushes over to them.
Bug:Currently the Crazy Horse defeat sex scene is skipped if the Champion is defeated in combat
She thanks the Champion for their help, but notices they are hurt, so she awkwardly cleans their face with a small handkerchief - she occasionally licking her thumb to smear something off their face. When she finishes, a somewhat perplexed Champion thanks her, to which she answers that it's the least she could do for rescuing her.
She worriedly asks if they are okay and apologizes that they got caught up in this. She proceeds to go through five different handkerchiefs, attempting to clean off the grime and cum left behind by the Crazy Horse. The Champion reassures her that its alright, although they'll need a bath if they hope to get clean.
Regardless of the outcome, she and the Champion exchange names, and they ask what she's doing out in the valley without any means to defend herself. She nervously rubs the back of her neck wool and explains that she was travelling to Hawkethorne to sell her wool, due to there being not much Sheepfolk there. She never expected to be attacked, as everyone she spoke to in Tychris said that the valley was the safest way to the village. She begins ranting about being attack by a weird shaman lady (Marefolk Shaman), a topless moth girl (Lusina), about the cold despite having wool, how a baker in Tychris accused her of stealing and of his subpar skills. The Champion is able to snap her out of her tirade, and she apologizes, claiming it as a sheepfolk thing. At the end of it, she thanks the Champion again for saving her, and that maybe she'll see them in Hawkethorne.
Encountering Clementine will also unlock the Sheepfolk codex entry, if it wasn't already.
Subsequent Encounters
Clementine can be found in her new home just north of Hawkethorne's town square, where she has a small plaque with her name on it, carved in with delicate writing. The Champion may knock on her door, in which they will be greeted by her and welcomed into her small but nice and toasty home. She seats the Champion at her dining table and brings out a pan of freshly baked cookies. With that, the following options will become available:
| Option | Tooltip | Note | |
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| Appearance | - | - | |
| Talk | Talk with Clementine about this and that. | - | |
| ↳ | Chat | See what’s on the sheep girl’s mind. | - |
| ↳ | Herself | Learn more about Clementine. | - |
| ↳ | Wool | Ask about Clementine’s wool. You can bet she’ll be overjoyed to talk about it. | - |
| Sex | - |
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| Cuddle | - | - | |
| Leave | - |
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Alternatively, if the conditions below are met, visiting Clementine may result in an event.
| Shearing Event |
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Talk
Clementine comments that while the Frost Marches are poorer than most of the Heartlands, she likes that there isn't much of the arrogant aristocrats around. She complains that Baranian aristocrats are the worst, citing an example of a duchess that acted like a tyrant, as the farmers under her were bled dry of their crops to the point where some had to beg for food. She also heard tales from the city about servants being imprisoned or publicly humiliated for the smallest of mistakes or accidentally offending their masters. She can't understand how her race of gentle and kind people has so many cruel folks at the top. She catches herself and apologizes for getting carried away, that she's just happy that she doesn't have to lick anyone's boots in Hawkethorne, and while she hasn't met the Baroness, as far as nobles go she's fine with her.
Clementine grumbles that she feels a bit out of place, due to being the only sheepfolk in town, and probably the only one up north. If the Champion is also a sheepfolk, she clarifies that she means more of living in the village permanently, not like how the Champion adventures all the time. Regardless, she states that she's not lonely, and she's made plenty of friends, its just that she's used to seeing sheepfolk all the time. She assumes that she might be a little homesick.
With a pleasant smile, Clementine loves how cold it is in the north, mostly because she can let her wool grow out nice and thick. Back in Barania and some parts of the Heartlands, the summers would get so hot that a sheepfolk would need to shear their wool to the skin as to not be cooked alive. She shudders at having had to cut her fleece so short, as she practically felt naked. Sometimes it does get a little too cold and she sometimes wishes she brought warmer clothes from home, and that while she has been using a lot more firewood, it's so much cheaper. She feels terrible for folks who don't have any fur to keep them warm.
Clementine comments that the Chapel of Velun is very impressive for a town like Hawkethorne, that its enormous in comparison to half the houses in town and that villages in the Heartland don't have churches half as nice as it. Her only criticism about it is that it's really bleak for a chapel, as its hard to pay respects to the Seven when there's a foreboding sense of dread, especially with the gargoyles. While she prefers the chapels in Barania due to their lighter atmosphere, she can't really comment considering she isn't a northerner. She adds that Brother Sanders is one of the nicest priests she ever met, that he's very relaxing to talk to and he would never openly judge someone.
Clementine ponders that its weird that the Baroness never comes out of her castle, that even the shyest of nobles in the Heartlands made some effort to appear in public. She exclaims that there are people in town who have lived their entire lives without having seen her. She understands wanting privacy, but being a ruler with subjects is another thing, and that the people in town like Garth and Brother Sands do a better job at leading. Her ears immediately fall flat as she realizes her treasonous words about the Baroness, and adds that they shouldn't tell anyone she said that.
She asks if they knew that Nelia use to be an adventurer, and that most goblins become adventurers. Clementine always though that, with no offense, their short height would impair their adventuring ability. She's not trying to be mean, she just doesn't get it.
Clementine nervously tires to put into words that she went to a centaur's stall in the market, that with the big line, she assumed that he was selling food. In her embarrassed state, she waves the Champion over to her, and whispers that a man was having sex with him. The Champion answers that is Sugo's main source of revenue; fucking and getting fucked. She exclaims that it was in public and potential against laws of public indecency, if Cait is present, she will snicker and comment that Clementine is clearly not going to visit Jassira any time soon. Regardless, the Champion adds that Sugo's stall is well closed off, enough that passersby wouldn't possible see his business without pulling back the drapes, which assumes that Clementine must have entered his stall. Clementine turns another shade of red, exclaiming that she stood in line for almost half an hour, that she's not one to butt into people's professions, but asks if he couldn't work in a whorehouse instead of right in the middle of the market. She adds that it would never be approved in Barania, that prostitutes are forbidden from public activity and require proper license - she gasps in horror at the realization the lack of Sugo's license.
On the topic of herself, Clementine explains that she was born in Barania, the only sheepfolk nation in theb world. If Arona is present, she will burst in uncontrollable laughter at the name, if Cait is also present, she scold Arona. Regardless, Clementine states that is the oldest of six siblings, and her family were farmer that owned a small farm. Having a large family made it hard to make ends meet, and selling their wool to textile mills wasn't enough to make a living. She had moved out when she was eighteen summers old, that it was hard to leave but it made it easier for her family to live. She always thought she would follow in her parents' footsteps and own a farm, however the stuggles of a farmer were not for her, so she pursued other passions like sewing. Unfortunately, with the abundance of sheepfolk made becoming a professional tailor or seamstress impossible, so she decided to travel around and poke around the Heartlands to ply her trade. Unfortunately again, it didn't go well because her clothes were average at best and the close proximity to Barania meant she would be competing with other sheepfolk beyond her league. She also applied for a handful of apprenticeships but sheepfolk only apprentice their kin, as their wool acts as a mark of their heritage. She found a number of non-sheepfolk who would teach her, however, most of them saw her as a wool factory rather than an actual apprentice. Eventually, it led her to travel to Hawkethorne due to the extremely small population of sheepfolk meant that she could practice her trade without too much competition. She got an apprenticeship under Nelia in exchange for supply her wool. When the Champion inquires if Nelia isn't going to abuse her like her old employers, Clementine reassures them that she's a very kind woman, and as being one of the few sheepfolk around, Nelia can't just find another sheepfolk off the streets should Clementine decide to stop supplying her. She adds that she also loves baking, that she loves seeing people enjoy her creations, and that she'd want to be a baker if she wasn't a seamstress, although the only thing she can't stand is the mess afterwards.
When asked about her wool, Clementine gasps in an excited, vibrant grin. She chirps that she really likes talking about her wool, and offers her arm for the Champion to feel it, explaining that they have to touch it in order to learn about it. If the Champion has companions with them, she will also have them touch. When they feel her wool, the Champion internalizes that while Clementine's wool looks soft, feeling it takes it to another level. They feel as their hand is being drawn into her warm fleece fluff, never meeting a single tangle throughout all of her length. Clementine for her part looks like she's having the time of her life, as having people pet her wool has her grinning giddily. When the Champion asks about her wool again, she catches herself and explains that while all sheepfolk are born with wool, not everyone has wool as soft was hers. She mockingly tells that many will tell that their wool is the softest, having come from great lineages that produced the most pristine wool. She states that is a load of crap, explaining that while heritage can influence one's wool, truly marvelous fleece is achieved through hard maintenance and constant attention. Cleaning is the most important step as she would need to take a bath at least once a day, then trimming and brushing. She has a special technique for brushing, and if Kiyoko is present, she will ask if Clementine uses oils for her wool, to which Clementine explains that wool is too dense to use oil. She claims that every sheepfolk takes pride in their wool, and that while they are not the strongest or smartest of people, they've clothed the backs of Savarra.
Cuddle
Upon the suggestion of cuddling, Clementine is elated by it and practically bounces in her seat. She leads the Champion to her bed, and she envelops them in fluffy embrace, a dopey smile of love and adoration is plastered over her lips. The Champion comments that she sure likes to cuddle, to which she answers that she doesn't know a sheepfolk that doesn't enjoy a good cuddle nor anyone who would turn down a cuddle with a sheepfolk, as it feels like snuggling with a cloud. After an hour of warm and quiet cuddling, the Champion has to depart, and Clementine says that they can come back anytime if they want some more cuddles.
Shearing Event
Upon knocking on Clementine's door, she opens it with brows furrowed and eyes scrunched in an unusual bout of annoyance, however, upon seeing the Champion is breaks into surprise and embarrassment. When the Champion asks if they interrupted something, she stammers stating that they didn't and invites them inside. Sitting them at her dining table, they note the cookies this time are cold and a few days old, which is uncharacteristic of her, along with the stress wearing down her face. When they ask if she is alright, she tugs them towards her bedroom where they see a pair of large scissors on her bed. She blushes greatly and fidgets in everyway possible, stammering that she was about to shear her wool and asks if they could shear her instead. When asked why she is so nervous, she explains that shearing is very important to sheepfolk and is considered a romantic experience.
Subsequent times has Clementine state that she was about the shear herself, and was wondering if they could do it for her.
With that, the following options will become available:
| Option | Tooltip | Result | Note |
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| Yes | Of course you’ll shear her wool for her. |
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| No | You don't feel like shearing Clementine today. |
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Sex
Regular Sex Options
| Option | Requirements | Tooltip | Result | Note | ||
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Fuck Clementine’s tight little pussy until she’s creaming all over your cock. | - | - | ||
| ↳ | Lovingly | - | Overload Clementine’s brain with a healthy dose of love and affection while you fuck her sweet cunt. |
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| ↳ | Cuddle | - | How could you not? | - | - | |
| ↳ | Leave | - | You can’t just cuddle with every girl you sleep with. | - | - | |
| ↳ | Roughly | - | Plow that pussy. |
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| ↳ | Cuddle | - | Give Clementine some well needed affection. | - | - | |
| ↳ | Leave | - | Clementine’s a strong girl, she’ll be fine. YOU GO TO THAT CUDDLE OPTION RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME! |
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| Blowjob |
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Put Clementine’s cute little mouth to work on your cock. | - |
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| ↳ | Let Her Suck | - | Let Clementine worship your cock. She’s so eager after all. |
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| ↳ | Facefuck | - | Pound that pretty little mouth. |
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| Eat Her Out | - | Get tongue deep in Clementine’s muff. | - | - | ||
| Fuck Ass |
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| ↳ | Gently | - | Take your time with Clementine and show her how fun anal can be. | - | - | |
| ↳ | Bath & Cuddle | - | Help your lamb into the bath and finish it off with a nice cuddle. |
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| ↳ | Leave | - | You do have places to be. |
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| ↳ | Roughly | - | Pound this ass. | - | - | |
| ↳ | Bath & Cuddle | - | Calm your trembling lamb with a nice bath before cuddling her to sleep. |
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| ↳ | Leave | - | Eh, Clementine will be alright. NO. NO. GO BACK TO THE OTHER OPTION. |
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| Get Eaten Out |
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Get your pussy serviced by her sweet tongue. | - | - | ||
| ↳ | Cuddle | - | Of course! |
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| ↳ | No Cuddle | - | You do have places to be. |
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Shearing Event
| Option | Requirements | Tooltip | Result |
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| Lap Fuck |
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Bounce your sheep girl on your cock. |
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| 69 |
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Exchange some oral loving with Clementine. |
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