LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 21.1
Previously on Centaurus: The band go to the Adventurers Guild where Vivi’s stowaway is revealed and a group of minotaurs accidentally ‘milk’ Fey into Kayla.
◈Now, Chapter 21:
Harry held his brand new and just purchased high-end fabric bolts to his chest. Harry was a tailor so he had a certain appreciation for quality and these particular Mythril threaded silks were of exquisite calibre. He could feel the metallic threads patterned throughout the silk under his fingers, today truly was one of the best days of his crafting caree-
A crash made his steps falter to a halt. What was that? He turned his head and found he was standing outside of the adventurers guild in a mostly deserted street. The AG, that vast and looming building, truly the adventures held to much sway in the city to have gotten permission to build such a sprawling grandiose thing. But then they did make good (and wealthy) customers, who didn't want clothing that reliably held enchantments? When your life was on the line your equipment mattered and adventurers were quite happy to shell out the few extra gold for that kind of confidence.
Whenever he had been around the AG before the place was always always filled with singing, or happy shouting, or loud boasting, it was a generally loud albeit positive place. A place welcoming and warm.
This time however there were wails of abject horror coming from within, as though something had happened to the occupants that defied comprehension, an existential nightmare that scarred minds for a lifetime.
Had something bad happened? There were so many cries of distress, it must have been something truly terrible. He stared at the closed front doors, maybe-
The tinkling sound of breaking glass rent the air and Harry stumbled back, looking up as a white furred pregnant fox girl crashed through a window on the fourth floor and flung herself into the air, flipping end over end. She came down, falling out of control, if she hit like this it would clearly be bad, maybe fatal. Harry in a moment of blind panic stepped forward to catch her, his precious bolts of fabric falling to the ground as he reached out.
He caught a look of fear on the falling fox girls face before she opened her mouth and spoke aloud.
“WUMMY!”
A dozen glossy white tentacles exploded from her shorts in a spray of clear fluid and whipped down to the ground below, slapping down onto the cobble. The tentacles caught the falling fox girl who yelped and shuddered as she was supported in the air entirely on tentacles reaching down from her bulging shorts.
She reached down, desperately clutching at them, trying to hold herself up.
“H-hold m-me p-p-properly!” she mewled as her legs dangled, turning inwards as clear fluid rolled down her inner thighs, down her shins, to drip from her toes onto the ground below.
The tentacles seemed to listen and a pair of them slid around her thighs helping to hold her up in the air.
“G-g-good W-Wummy, n-now l-lower me down…”
The fox girl groaned as the tentacles slowly slid back inside her stretched out shorts, sliding back up inside the cloth as she was gently lowered down to the ground. Her feet pads alighted on the cobble with a pat and immediately her knees nearly gave way as the last of the tentacles disappeared from view up inside her. She trembled for a moment, her legs shaking, before she managed to recover somewhat, rubbing a paw over her face.
Breathing heavily she glanced at Harry who was openly staring at her. She froze up.
“Uh, hey.”
Harry continued to stare.
The vulpine coughed into her fist and then waved a paw at him.
“You didn't see that. Nothing happened.”
“I- You- tentacle-!”
She put a digit to her lips and shushed frantically.
“Pretend nothing happened if you know what’s best for you buddy. You want to wake up in the middle of the night being dragged out of bed by dozens of angry pussy tentacles?”
“S-slime M-m-monster!” said Harry, not quite processing what was being said.
She let out an exasperated sigh then glanced behind as something large crashed up against the inside of the main double doors of the AG causing them to shudder.
“Ah looks like things are about to get kinda messy. I’m off, best of luck!”
She patted him on the shoulder with a slightly wet paw and jogged off down the street leaving the stunned tailor behind.
The doors boomed and shuddered once more and Harry took a step back unsure what strange thing was about to happen next. He didn't have to wait long, the doors groaned and then all of a sudden they burst open, whipping outward on their hinges, which was concerning considering they weren’t meant to open outward.
A tide of people caked in some kind of white substance exploded forth, at their front a terrified centaur with a pair of large minotaurs atop her back fighting each other to get at her. As he looked the blonde furred one punched the beige furred one in the eye and she was sent flying from the centaur’s back with a scream. Harry only had a moment to consider that it might have been in his best interest to follow the vulpine before the tide rolled over him and he was knocked off his feet by the panicking fleeing crowd.
People rushed past, shouting and screaming about being cummed on or something like that, Harry wasn’t quite sure and their wild-eyed screams of rage and hysteria were hard to understand. In any case he was somewhat distracted by seeing a half dozen minotaur feet following after the centaur coming into contact with his precious bolts of fabric. A scream of existential horror ripped from his lips not unlike the ones that the strangely white-coated crowd were making. He crawled forward, adventures rushing around him, and reached out for his cloth as one last particularly large minotaur hoof crushed it into the muddy cobble.
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.
