No, Taggie follows Margery into a pond

“It doesn’t feel like enough. Come on, this isn’t over.” Pushing against the confused crowd and dodging paint tubes on the floor, the duo reached the edge of the gentle stream, where half the club was watching the calm waters.

“I don’t see Margery anywhere, do you?” A confused painter asked.

“No… should we like help her or something?”

“So that Margery can shriek at us for not helping her fast enough? You know how she is. Let her deal with this herself.”

“Good idea, I’m going go home to hang this beautiful ass over my bed.”

The painters had a point; Margery had pulled a disappearing act. The water was clear as the sky, so it’s not like she could have been hiding in the stream. Could she have swum up the waterfall like a salmon? No, that’s too ridiculous. That only left one possible explanation. “She must have floated downriver. Come on, let’s follow her!”

The two elves followed the stream, which ebbed and flowed into an even denser part of the woods, passing right across a big pond. Mighty trees surrounded the idyllic place, the sun breaking the cover of the forest to shine on the cool water.

The water was a bit green because of all the vegetation on the riverbed, but still, the wayward pond was a perfect place to swim, so why was it so empty?

“Arrgh! Eeek! Aw!“ Margery crawled out of the water, her expression a mix of disgust and pain. Her golden wet hair clinging to her curves and doing more to cover her body than the remains of her dress. If her leafy skirt resembled a blossoming tree before, now it looked like it was in the middle of autumn.

Taggie had to stop pinch herself from laughing. Nibbling Tadpoles had swum up the skirt to give Margery their annoying little kisses all over whatever part of her skin they could bite. Two particularly naughty tadpoles were hanging on to each of her pink nipples. …So that’s why no one came to swim in this pond.

“Aaaah! Get off! Ack!” Margery painstakingly grabbed and threw the annoying green critters away from her skin. Their bite wasn’t powerful or dangerous, it was the equivalent of being pinched by a very slimy clothespin. It was very annoying at the very least, which is why it was somewhat common at the E.E.C.K to prank people by hiding the little critters in the underwear drawers of a hated rival.

Free of the aquatic menace, Margery sat her curvaceous behind on the muddy edge of the river. She pouted, her cheeks still red. “Gah! My dress is ruined! W-why did it turn invisible?! I’m practically naked! Come on! TURN BACK To NORMAL!” Margery commanded her half-transparent garb.

“It is permanent, right?” Delphi asked Taggie, who nodded in response. The two were prone on the ground, watching Margery from the cover of the tall grass.

“M-maybe I can cut the visible parts? Yes, yes! Then can I tie them all together? I think there is enough left to make at least a loincloth. If anyone asks, I’ll just say it’s an absurdist art project …it’s not like those sycophants can tell the difference…”

“Huh, Margery loves to talk to herself, huh?”

“Aaah! Is someone there?!” Margery jumped back into the pond, only her eyes poking from above the water. It seems like Taggie wasn’t as quiet as she hoped.

“Hmmm, I got an idea.” Taggie mischievously smiled. “I was hoping to empty the rest of the bottle on her wardrobe, but I just can’t pass this opportunity…” She rolled over to the side of the stream and poured the rest of the invisible ink. Carried by the current, the paint was mixed with the water, and soon…

“Eeck!” Margery stepped away from the pond, looking down at herself with horror. “M-my dress! It disappeared! What is with today! ” A fully naked Margery stomped on the fresh grass, kicking a nibbling tadpole away from her feet in the process. Her wet, curvy body practically shinning with the rays of the sun reflecting off her fair skin.

“Hehehehe,” Taggie couldn’t help but giggle at her handiwork.

“Shush,” Delphie hurried to cover her mouth. “She’ll hear us!”

“So? Let her. What’s a she going to do all naked with her invisible dress?”