Margery fights back

“How did you know?! …You did it! You barbarians! ” Margery heard the duo’s conversation. The naked woman emerged from the water and reached for both their ankles, pulling them into the pond with a big splash.

“Kyaa! C-come on, that was my second favorite pair of boots,” Taggie complained, seeing her smooth chocolate skin appear where a wet tunic ought to be.

“Eeeck!” Delphi cried out, seeing a faint silhouette of her perky breasts floating in the water.

“Great, now we are all naked. What was the point of that?” Taggie sent an angry splash of water towards Margery.

“What was the point?! I could ask you the same thing! You humiliated me in front of my club. Made me look like a clueless clown that can’t even realize that her dress is full of holes… like, well, you!”

“Love you too, Margery. Ack! **** isn’t the answer!” Margery was furious. She launched herself at Taggie to wrestle her into submission. “A bit of help, Delphi?”

“On it! Eecck!” Delphi screamed, a nibbling tadpole choose that moment to swim up her transparent skirt and give her a kiss between her legs.

“Just you wait. I’ll tie you up, hang you two from a tree and make the whole club paint your flat ass!” Margery taunted.

The three elves tumbled in the relatively shallow pond, squealing as the tadpoles joined the fray and latched on to the nearest fighter. Their feet trampled the aquatic plants, their legs grazing a particularly curious strand of river weed.

“Ah!” Taggie screamed, noting that something was enveloping her legs and pressing them together… “W-wait, stop!”

“Ha, this is my, urggh!” Something grabbed Margery as well.

“Uff… It’s Coiling Riverweed! The more we struggle, the tighter it- Argh!” Delphi mumbled. The green weed was coiling itself around the body of the three girls, immobilizing them much like an anaconda to its prey.

“A-at least it’s not Grope Weed.”

“Eeep! I-I’m not so sure about that…”

While the river weed managed to wrap itself around the three girls and immobilize them, its usual prey were little fishes and frogs. There wasn’t enough weed to envelop the three completely, their intimates still displayed in-between the green vegetation.

Delphi gulped, she could not help but notice that she was the least endowed elf in the pond... and the only one that shaved "down there" regularly. Ugh, talk about too much information.

The root of the river weed could not handle their weight of three full grown women and broke apart, leaving the three tied girls at the mercy of the current. They slowly began to float away.

“This is all your fault!” Margery fumed, floating downriver like a wayward log of wood.

“Shush, people will notice us!” Delphi pleaded. Between the tadpoles nibbling and her rival constant screaming, she was very annoyed.

Luckily for the duo, they were gaining distance from each other, there was a fork in the stream. “This isn’t over! Just wait until I get back to my room!” Margery floated down the left stream, while Delphi and Taggie went to the right.

“Should we tell her that her stream goes to the river the Fishing Club uses to-?”

“Eeeek! No, I’m not a fish! Stop looking at me like I’m some sort of collector’s art piece and help me! I demand you release me from this instant!”

“Say please, and we’ll consider it.”

“Less gawking, more helping!”

“All right boys, let’s show everyone our latest catch. Hang this net high and proud.”

“Nooooooooo!”

“I think she knows…” With a half-satisfied smile, Taggie looked down to see what awaited her.

All she could see was the blue water, her breasts bobbing up and down with the current and her smooth legs floating horizontally, a strand of green weed wrapping around her brown skin. “Err… where does this stream take us Delphi?”

“…The Ever Sunny meadow.”

Taggie grimaced. “Wait, isn’t that the place they were going to have that cooking contest today? …So everyone there will see us naked?!”

“Err… technically we are not naked, remember? We are still wearing clothes.”

“Trust me, I keep trying to forget that I’m wearing wet shoes... Urgghhhhhh, This is the worst of both worlds. …and after the meadow? Where does the stream end?”

“Well, it goes some ways outside the campus… but the river sort of dissipates in the Swamp of the Mud Wrestling Nymphs.”

“You are kidding me.”

“Afraid not.”

“…Well, at least we’ll learn how to fight by the time we come back. Maybe then we can beat Margery in a two-on-one fight...”

“H-hey, don’t look so sad, Eeek! Bad tadpole!” Delphi screeched. “At least we got Margery good, right?”

Taggie mashed her teeth together; she spotted a couple of bakers already pointing directly at her exposed chest. She could feel her cheeks burning, her heart thumping, and this was only a taste of what was to come. “A pyrrhic victory, perhaps.”