Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190108095434/@comment-36855838-20190108153505

Why had I joined?

Perhaps a sense of duty, perhaps a sense of pride, perhaps to atone for how much of an embarrassment I'd been.

But who was I kidding, I'm a softie!

"Come here, then!"

The Harpy who'd spoken chuckled, and quickly swooped down, landing right in front of me.

I set to work, my hands gently exploring her smooth back, gently scratching until. ..

"Mmnm."

Aha, I found it!

I redoubled my effort, scratching away at her itchy back.

She soon collapsed into me, and so I sat up against a tree, gently soothing her itch.

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Soon, she had drifted off, and so I gently set her down, allowing her space for sleep, I beckoned the next harpy, and under gentle massage and some scratching and stroking, she too fell under.

And so it proceeded through the whole flock, I had to switch trees three times.

By the time I'd finished, the group had caught up with me.

I gave the signal for silence, and pantomimed sleep.

They nodded in understanding, and silently approached.

A few injections later, along with ear piercings and associated taggings, our mission was complete.

I asked if it would be alright to take a Harpy as a wife, to which my commander replied:

"Well, now they've been sterilized, feel free. Just make sure she wants you, too."

A few other lonely gents were keen on doing the same, and so we were given a Homing Lizard to lead us back, and left to make our way into the hearts of the Harpies.