You wake up slowly, feeling as though you've been asleep for days. Perhaps you have, it's impossible to tell. Cracking open your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Sunlight is coming in from farther away, but just enough to see. You can't tell what time it is other than daytime. The next thing you realize is that almost all of your clothing has been removed. Clad only in your undergarments, you feel some kind of fine wool blanket underneath you. You would expect to be cold like this, with no blanket to cover you, just one below. But something large and warm is pressed against you…
A snow harpy. Now you remember. Opening your eyes fully, you see white wings in front of you, wrapping you in a gentle embrace. That warm feeling is a harpy cuddling against you, spooning your sleeping form. Obviously, the larger creature would be the big spoon. Her skin is quite warm, enough to keep you comfortable despite the arctic conditions. You can feel her form pressed against yours, her bare chest pressed against your back… ah, now that's a sensation you can't easily ignore. The harpy's soft, warm breasts, which given her Amazonian stature feel quite large to you, rub against your back.
You try to wriggle your way out of her grip without waking her. However, that's easier said than done. Even asleep, those large, feathery arms are still stronger than your own. Slowly inching your way out, the harpy stirs in her sleep, and with a sleepy mutter her grip on you shifts. In doing so, the feathery wings brush along your front. The feel of those feathers against your bare stomach causes you to flinch and catch your breath. It tickles! You try to remain motionless for a minute to maintain your composure. You knew you were ticklish, but you were sure it wasn't that bad! That absent minded little stroke almost made you laugh out loud. You try not to think about what the harpy could do if she tried to tickle you.
"Mmm. Finally awake, little one?" The harpy hugging you says sleepily. Apparently your efforts to get out of her grasp undetected were a failure. "You were asleep for some time, through the day and the night. I am the second to share a bed with you." She says, and gently let's you out of her grip. Sitting up, you turn around to look at the harpy as she stretches lazily. She's not the one who rescued you, you can tell that much. This one is shorter, although still around eight feet tall. Her 'hair' and feathers aren't just white, but also speckled with little black spots. Her skin is also a deeper shade of blue than the harpy from before, and you notice a bit of freckles on her face and chest. Which also reminds you of the fact that her only clothing right now is a pair of fur lined shorts. Her firm breasts hand tantalizingly in the air as she stretches, and impossible not to stare.
You shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Where are my clothes? And what am I doing here?" you ask her, getting straight to the point. The harpy grins at you, and you note that she seems younger than the first one. If she were a normal human woman, you'd say she'd be in her early 20's. But you can't say how old she actually is. For all you know, she could be 100.
"Your tattered coverings? Those won't do you much good anymore. I'm surprised you made it as high up the mountains as you did with them." She tells you. You begin to wonder what you're going to do about clothing, but she continues. "And Zriya saved your life. Which means you belong to our flock now! You'll help us do things only hands can do, and we'll take care of you!" The harpy continues happily.
You groan, your world swimming. You're property of this harpy clan? This trip hasn't gone at all like you expected. The shock of it makes you feel light-headed, and reminds you that you can't even remember the last time you've eaten. You feel yourself falling over-
-And quickly coming to, now in the concerned embrace of the harpy girl. She looks down at you with a worried expression on her face and hugs you close to her. Her warm skin feels so nice against your own, and you notice your face is pressed against her large and irresistible bosom. Perhaps your predicament isn't as bad as you originally thought. This harpy seems to be genuinely interested in your well being, and there are some definite perks here. Another distraction also presents itself, as you notice her feathers brushing against your bare back. Each little movement brings with it a new ticklish feeling, each stronger than the last. You can't help but start to grin. If you stay in this embrace too long, it might tickle beyond your ability to keep your composure.
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