Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180428164904/@comment-34263048-20180430174045

-"No. I'm no doctor, but I could tell that those wounds you had were made by talons, I'm quessing they did it back then, and you clearly lost back then. I dont want to patch you up again, specially now that both my and my sons safety is on the line." -"This is not your fight..." She starts but I interrupt her -"Nope, it happens on my yard, it's targeted to me and my son just as much as on you, it is my fight. Besides, there is seven of them, and only one of you. Then again, there is only seven of them, and two of us. Just try to hold on for a bit, I come back in a couple seconds.

I open the door and step in, immidiately giving my son an order to go in to the basement and lock the door. I know he's nearly 15 and can manage himself pretty well, I wouldn't be too worried if he would be couple years older, but right now I dont like this feroucious species getting close to him. He immediately obliges. He knows the tone, and knows that now is the last time to try and argue with me, even thuogh I could see him being a little sad, probably because he couldn't keep cheking out those harpy booties. it's quite clear that he is wanting some of that, but right now hes bit too young for that. As he is getting in to the basement I walk to my weapons cabinet, take my rifle and some tranquilizer darts. I only have those at home due to my work in wildlife reserve, and of something large or potentially dangerous escapes in to the city, we need every available man getting it down swiftly, and as safely as fast as possible.

But as I return to the front yard it's allready full on semi earial battle going on, and as they all look quite similar I dont dare to shoot in there, as I might hit my only ally, who most likely is the only thing that is keeping me from being overwhelmed by them. With quick reassessing of the situation I take the magazine off from my rifle, and unload my first dart when I get tackled to the ground, losing the clip and the dart. As I look on what knocked me over, I see a harpy standing over me, with victorious smile on her face.

-"Did you really think you could do something to us? Ha ha, Oh you will do something, you will be laying in a nest while we have fun, all day every day, soon as we get this softie out of the way." She glances over towards the fight going on my yard, and shifts her foot over my crotch. -"Actually, it looks like I can start with you bit early" As her talons tear trough my pants I quikly take a look around, and see the dart, I try to grab it and just about manage to grab it, and punch the dart in to her leg. She screams a bit, but the victorious smile doesn't fade, She just seems more determined to start ravaging me. I'm at awe, how could she stand the dart that takes a moose down in two or three seconds, if this is the case I'm trying to fight in way too high league.

Couple seconds, maybe half a minute, that felt like hours passed, as she descented on me, I could only admire how strong she was for such a lightweight girl, How ever before anything really happened I started to nitice her smile fading and spark in her eyes getting dimmer. She never passed out completely, which was amazing in my opinion, but it took her out of the fight, which was the main thing. a minute later I was unloading the clip right next to her, as she still tried to get back in to the fight, but she was too out of it to really be a threat anymore.

As I get the clip unloaded I leave the darts on the porch staires, except one which I keep in my fist. Time to go stabbing some harpys. Getting next to them is a problem of it's own, as the fight occasionally happens on ground, and occasionally six feet above ground, and it's dancing around the yard just about as fast as I can run. How ever enventually I manage to tackle one of them, and hit the dart on her side. Again I end up wrestling one of them, it takes roughly a minute for the dart to take enough effect that I can let her go, but eventually I can get back, to get next dart, and then start chasing the fight again. Situation of course is somewhat embarassing for me, as the shreads that used to be my pants arent really covering anything anymore, and even if they would cover something there would definitely be a quite bulge showing my state, as wrestling these rather nice looking girls with quite sensitive looking body get's me kinda exited in the wrong way, but that's just natrual reaction afterall.

Eventually there is only three of them left. The fight is moving way too fast for me now not just because they move faster, but I'm starting to get exhausted, so I can only hope that Aquila can handle them alone. As they are going at it I gather the four harpys that I got off from the fight on to the porch just so I could keep an eye on them more easily, I'm not exactly gentle as I move them, but not too rough either, and it's quite clear that Aquila would be quite a bit harsher than me. Wait a minute, I have four here, Aquila is still fighting two, that's six. Where the hell did that one go?!

I take a dart and rush back in to the house, and see the basement door open, I rush in hoping that i'm not too late, only to see my son and the harpy in the middle of the room, looking like they were sizing eachothers up just before gettin physical. -"Wrong target little girl, but now you made me mad." I say, as I see that nothing drastic has happened yet. The harpy turns around to face me, and that's when I realize that she looks much younger than the other harpys, and actually as she is now facing me, she looks just as scared as my son did just a second ago. Quikly reassessing the threat I continue. -"If you come out now, I promice there isnt any harsh consiquences, but if I have to come and get you, you will be hurt. Your call." She hesitated a bit, but started coming out, I gave her room to pass me, but as she was passing me I stabbed the dart on her back. -"Sorry, this is for the safety for both of us." Unlike others, she passed out almost instantly. I grabbed her before she fell, and gently carried her to the porch, where I saw the others still taking things rather calmly, althuogh now there was one harpy rather beaten up laying on the grass. I went to collecty her in to the gathering on my porch, and as none of the harpys seemed to be in condition to pose any sort of threat for couple minutes, I went to get new pants for myself.

As I headed back to the porch, now fully clothed once again I call my son to get up to the porch with me. I'm still having some darts ready to go stabby stabby if need arises, but just couple minutes later Aquila lands next to us. She is beaten and bruised, but still a clear winner, as she stated that she chaised the last one away. I ask what should we do to the six harpys on our porch, as the first one, the one that shreaded my pants is starting to recover form the dart, Which yet again astounds me as moose would be knocked out cold for 2-3 hours, and she was just on the edge of conciousness for bit under an hour, and moose weighs at 7 to 13 times more!

We ended up waiting bit under an hour before they all started to get back to their senses, They didnt really like Aquila, Yes she was the best fighter, but she was soft with men, and therefore disgrace to her species. Hence she had become a bit of a target for bullying, Still she had been the first of her flock to get seemingly solid relationship, so they wanted to show her how it's done, and force me and my son as thier flocks permanenet shared perches. We told them that they are not welcome to my house anymore, and the consiquences will be a lot harder if they ever come here again. How ever my son stepped in between, and asked could the young one, who was still asleep stay, or at least visit us every now and then. It wasn't hard to quess what he was thinking. so I agreed that she can visit us as long as me or Aquila is home, If he and she can keep everything all out in the open for one and a half years, she is free to come even when we are away, but for now she has to go.

Later that evening I had to ask what they mean that she is "soft" with men, as since she had moved in not many my clothes, or my bed sheets last long enough that they would be washed third time. in fact some of them are practicly lasting 2 days at most. She just laughed and asked me that havnt I realized that most of the time she waits that I give permission, and I sometimes get to lead while we are at it.

Couple years have passed since that day. My son and Ashanti kept in touch, and she is now living with us. Couple months ago I think I finally figured out what Aguila meaned when she explaned why she was called soft. At that time I was sound proofing my sons room, as the constant moaning and begging for a pause was really getting to me, as it was going on all day and most of the night.