Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28929693-20160709015955/@comment-33398500-20180720021809

...and I was having such a nice day, too...

As I sat there, enjoying my picnic with a sleeping harpy clinging to my arm, I was now suddenly being approached by almost a dozen angry harpies, the one that had come to me first now shaking in fear... What happened?!

Attempting to get up, the harpy against my arm hugged it tight, her weight making my attempt to get up too awkward, resulting in me getting pulled down to the ground with her. “No! Don’t leave me alone with them!” she pleaded with me, the blue harpy’s grip against my arm getting tighter.

The others, whom for the most part had just been making what sounded like angry squawks, now bore down on the two of us. “Thief! Thief!” One of them shouted at her angrily. “Stealing it from us!” another added.

“Stole what from you? You can split the rest of the sandwiches, if you like...” I offered, in an attempt to placate them, but it was clear on a second glance that they had already wiped out the last three sandwiches, each of them still looking hungry. And angry.

“No! Stealing... from us...” another added. However, as they got closer, I noticed they were all wearing a slight flush on their faces. I thought it was just because they were angry, but another moment of observation showed where their attention was really focused: me.

“Stealing a husband from the rest of us!” one of them chided her angrily. “Without giving the rest of us a fair shot! It’s a crime to be as cute as you are!” another near the back added.

“Welp... I’m just gonna... go over there now...” I started, attempting again to get up, but still held by the scared blue harpy, I had a hard time getting momentum going.

“No! My husband!” the blue harpy protested.

“Wait... you think I’m your husband!?” I declared incredulously, her grip on me tightening noticeably, as she had the same matching flush as the rest of the group.

“Yes!” she declared in response.

“No!” the others countered, crowding around the two of us. I noticed that one or two of them were currently doing what seemed like posing, showing off their ‘assets’ as they crowded us.

Bright red, I was now surrounded by the group of harpies, feathery ‘hands’ now pinching and grabbing where they definitely shouldn’t be. “Hey! Stop that! Not for touching!” I protested, though the blushing harpies seemed to pay it no mind: they were definitely in their season.

“Then pick one of us~” one harpy cooed into my ear, her lovely voice like a songbird in my ear.

“Or we’ll all just keep trying~” a second told me from my other side. Their breath on my ears caused me to shudder involuntarily.

“Hey! Over there!” a voice then shouted from outside. I turned with the harpies to see a park patrol officer now looking at us with a disapproving expression. “I know you harpies are in season right now, but this is a family park! Take your courtship elsewhere!” as she said this, my face fell: there went my hope of getting some help here.

“Okay officer~” the harpies all said as one, starting into the air as almost a dozen pairs of claws now carried me off toward the top of a nearby apartment complex. “I don’t think Kate’ll mind if we use her place for this~” one of the harpies giggled, looking at the blue one.

As she looked at them in silence, still looking scared of the rest of the group, she pushed her wings together, looking at me with a blush “I want first...” she told them, embarrassed.

The rest of them began to grumble at this idea, before one of them, with an exasperated sigh, told her “Fine.” Before the entire group shoved me as a unit into her bedroom, removing my clothes with an astounding efficiency, I found myself on Kate’s bed, being mounted by the blue harpy. “Be my husband...” she then whispered. “...and the other’s won’t be able to rape you...”

“Hey! I heard that!” One of the others surrounding us protested. “At this point, you don’t get to choose until ALL of us are done!” She declared with a lewd grin, an outside observer wouldn’t even be able to see me under the veil of feathers as they began extracting what they had actually wanted when they descended on me.

After an afternoon of what I, at least, couldn’t consider as ‘courtship’ of any kind, I laid under the flock of harpies, as the entire group started to pester me now: “He liked mine best!” “He definitely put the most in me!” “He couldn’t keep his hands off me!” they continued to argue, as if how they’d forced themselves on me had decided which of them my body had wanted as a husband.

However, as they continued this, Kate shook her head “No... you’re all wrong...” she started. “...we ALL made him put lots in us... and he definitely fertilized all of us...” she continued, me not liking at all where she was going with this “...which means he’s agreed to be husband to ALL OF US...”

That was it. Exactly where I’d been afraid she would go.

However, as the still-flushed harpies processed this, they grinned at me happily “Oh? Then let’s all keep playing with our husband then!” one of them declared, the flock again descending on my barely conscious form.

This can’t be how it’ll be until their season’s over, right!?