Find the forest elf princess

It's a few days later, and you're in a trading town by the river, watching a forest elf argue with some dwarves. She's a skinny, pale, tomboyish girl with hair the colour of spring grass, wearing a fur cloak over leather breeches, and she looks fed up. You drift closer, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Look, it's just a rumour. I don't know who spread it around, but it's not true."

"But, Shienne, I heard," says the shortest of the dwarves, "that Raeta's the goddess of streaking now. And if the forest elves don't obey her orders, they'll suffer her divine punishment."

"Ridiculous! That would require a wizard powerful enough to reshape the very fabric of reality! I don't even know what kind of magic you'd need for that."

"A friend of mine saw it happen. He said the elf didn't like it very much."

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Shienne rolls her eyes. "You think I'm going to take my clothes off right here in the marketplace, just because you spin me some tale about Raeta ordering all forest elves to get naked in public? How gullible do you think I am? Raeta's the noble goddess of the hunt, an inspiration to all forest elves everywhere, and if you insult her one more time I'm going to..."

You hear the sound of hooves. The crowd parts to reveal a unicorn, its mane shaggy, trotting up to Shienne, who blinks in surprise.

"Raeta?" she says, reaching out to touch the unicorn's nose. "Can it be true? Are you really gracing me with your presence? You know, I always knew that one day I'd be worthy to..."

The unicorn makes a few quick motions with its horn, darting it back and forth like the blade of a master fencer. There's a long moment of silence. Everyone in the marketplace holds their breath.

Shienne's clothes explode into dozens of little pieces and falls to the floor, leaving her standing in the middle of the village stark naked.

She looks down at her small, strawberry-nippled breasts and the grassy thatch between her long slim legs. She looks up at the gawking dwarves and the market crowd, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Um," she whimpers. "Reata?"

The unicorn sticks its horn between her legs and, with a toss of its head, flips her into the air. She lands on its back, facing backwards, her legs spread, straddling the creature. She tries to cover herself with her hands, but they're somehow tangled in the unicorn's mane. She's trapped.

"Hey, look," says Daisy cheerfully. "I think that's a star on her inner thigh."