Too late. It was all ruined. He placed his palms flat on the ground and bowed his head as the last of the white coated crowd passed by.
"Erm, are you o-okay? I- I collected your fabric thingies if that's okay?"
He blinked and slowly raised his head. A white sphere about one foot across was floating a little above the ground, a messy line of white drooling from the bottom as it shifted.
"Wha- are you… a ghost?" he breathed.
"Uhmm, n-no, just an otter girl, at least, I hope I'm not a ghost."
The bolts of fabric which seemed to be floating a bit above the white sphere moved toward him and not knowing quite what else to do he took them.
"Sorry about that, this is all my fault really, I should have said something about being sleeved on Fey, it was always going to be a mess."
Harry hugged his bolts of cloth tight, ignoring the hoofprints and spatterings of sticky white substance on them.
"Kayla come now, we have a job to do despite this mess," said an authoritative voice from behind the floating sphere.
Harry looked up and as though the sun was rising over the horrid darkness a person appeared, an elf, but that term didn't quite do her justice. Harry had never seen such a mind-bogglingly beautiful person before and words utterly failed him. He could only look up at her from where he knelt on the muddy cobble, his jaw flapping open uselessly, bolts of fabric forgotten, for what were they before this perfection? this goddess of glamour walking amongst mortals. His wonderful fabrics paled and became grey before this stunning elf, she was on a different level to anything he had ever seen and already his tailor's mind was firing up and imagining how much more stunning she would look if he were to create real clothes for such a woman.
The 'ghost' seemed to move and twist toward her, then wobbled slightly.
"Uhm, yes Ellaria! Captain sir! Er- Ma'am!"
Harry watched with a glazed over expression as the ghost followed after the ridiculously attractive elf, then he looked down at his expensive new mythril silk.
He had work to do, his inspiration and new muse demanded it.
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"G-get off of me!" cried out Fey as she bucked her horse half, the blonde furred minotaur hanging off her back bouncing and rolling across her as she moved, barely hanging on.
"I- I Just want you! Just become my husband! Marry me! Please!"
"NO! I'm not marrying you, you crazy minotaur!"
The minotaur was large, and strong, that was true, but Fey was large herself, and also very very strong so eventually the inevitable happened and the minotaur was flung from Fey's back and crashed to the ground in a heap. She glared up at Fey from where she lay, a bit of mud marring her clean blonde fur, and her blouse, which was a shame as it was a nice blouse, low cut on her expansive breasts which were cupped by her stylish corset below.
"It's only right you become my husband. I beat the others and won you fair and square! We need to get married right now and then you can use that fat heavy horse dick to pound me into our marital bed until I can't feel my legs!"
Fey flushed at that. "I'm not a husband! And I'm not doing any of that! I'm part of a band anyway, I can't just go gallivanting off to get m-married!"
"Well obviously you would be quitting your band and joining ours, that would automatically be part of the process, it's the minotaur thing to do!"
"We both might have 'taur' in our species name but that doesn't mean I'm a damned minotaur!"
"But!"
A flame suddenly blazed to life in front of the minotaur's muzzle, a sickly green and black flame that radiated a sense of agonizing death, a putrid fearful thing. The minotaur's eyes widened and she stiffened up as she realised she was inches from a painful burning.
"If you keep bothering my bandmate I will incinerate every hair on your body until you are as pink as a baboon's bottom, then I will make you drink molten lead until your bowels burn their way out your asshole minotaur. Do not presume to think you can harass my subordinate, or worse try to poach her for your own band."
"Y-yes, I- I promise to behave!" quavered the minotaur, thoroughly cowed by the deathly magic.
The flame stayed for a moment more before wisping out of existence leaving behind a twisting grey thread of smoke.
"Good. You may stand, and then you may leave."
The minotaur shuddered then slowly climbed to her hooves seeing the person who had threatened her for the first time, a very very attractive redheaded elf. She blinked. It had been the elf who had originally run off after the white furred vulpine with the rest of her minotaur band in the AG.
She watched surreptitiously as the elf checked Fey over. Her gaze was drawn down to a wobbling white sphere that seemed to be following the elf around. She recognised it of course, it was the same sphere that the centaur had created in the AG except now mostly emptied and apparently mobile.
"Fey can I not leave you for five whole seconds without creating a minor natural disaster in the local area?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it to happen that way! It was just supposed to be a little sleeving!"
The white sphere bobbed up to the elf's side and tugged at her leg.
"It was mostly my fault captain, I shouldn't have let Lily do it, but she's so addicted to milking Fey that I couldn't let her suffer!"
"Hmm, perhaps we need to look into finding a preservation type dimensional bag, or at least another regular one if this goes on. In any case we need money for that, and since that's what we came to the AG for then that is what we should do."