A Farewell to Wings.

You wake up to the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the ground. Unlike yesterday, you can clearly remember where you were last night and the circumstances of your day beforehand. Although it's nice not waking up in a dark cave, the cloudy weather doesn't allow you any more info about the exact time of day other than "morning", all the same.

To your surprise, that familiar, moist warmth is enveloping your crotch again. It's surely Rits back to work, so you just decide to keep your eyes closed and enjoy the feeling. You're already close to orgasm, so you figure you might as well just ride it.

She really wasn't joking about giving me a blowjob every day.

You move to rest a hand on Rits' head, but was Rits' head always this... feathery?

Your eyes open to not one, but three blurred shapes surrounding your crotch as you lay on the ground. You surmise that Rits must be awake too if you're not sleeping under her any more, but you have no idea where she is.

The three heads below you are clearly red, purple, and green, with the red shape in the middle of the three. You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you start to recognize who they are: Simi, Tucson, and Azusa are currently servicing your dick just as Rits did yesterday morning, with Simi in the middle doing the most work by taking your cock into her mouth with a completely nonplussed face, and the other sisters flanking her sides. Tucson is happily swirling your balls around in her mouth with the occasional lick for good measure and Azusa is suckling and licking at the base of your cock with her usual angry expression. You would almost think that she despises the idea of this whole thing, if she wasn't going at it with such fervor and making sure the bottom half of your penis is covered in her saliva.

The overwhelming sight is pretty much enough to put you over the edge immediately, but a shuffling under your head takes your attention away and makes you re-examine your surroundings. You notice that your head is being help upright by something hard while you're lying on your back, although it has an organic feeling to it. You look up to see that your head is currently resting on Peoria's thighs as she sits on her knees, that hard sensation you felt explained by her hard scales covering her meaty legs.

She notices you and speaks in a bubbly but hushed tone.

"Hi, sleepyhead! You must feel like quite the popular boy to be getting all this attention."

Well you're certainly feeling something right now.

You form what words you can in your current drowsy and horny state.

"Where's... Rits...?"

"Rits? Oh, don't worry about her, dear. She's off fetching some food for you. When the girls saw her pulling off your... "pants"?... she explained her morning routine involving you, and my girls were plenty willing to take her spot instead. Practically begged her to, I think. Dear Rits said she didn't mind since it was your last day with them, and she had a whole lifetime to make up for it. Quite the nice young woman you've caught."

By the time Peoria is done explaining the situation, you're just about to blow. You look down again to find the triplets still at work trying to coax out your cum with three times the effort of one woman. Their tongues are nowhere near as skilled as Rits', but they know that there's strength in numbers, and make up for it with that. You can barely give warning before you're already cumming into Simi's mouth, which does the trick of breaking her stoic demeanor. She widens her eyes in surprise before trying to swallow what she can, but due to her novice skills, she's not getting much of it down her throat successfully. Azusa nudges her away before taking your cock into her mouth as well, doing a much better job of sending your cum straight to her stomach. Tucson looks very jealous while this is taking place. She fidgets in her spot under your balls before she makes a move.

"Mmmm... no fair! Let me have a taste!"

With that, she shoves Azusa off of you before setting her mouth onto your glans as well. She seems to calm down once you're finally shooting into her throat instead of the others, while Simi is too focused on coughing up cum to care, and Azusa is already pretty satisfied with what she got. As you finally finish, Tucson pulls off with a curious look on her face.

"Hm... that was... creamier than I expected, but still good! Got any more?"

"Now, now, Tucson. The boy just woke up, and he's got a long day ahead of him, so you'll have to be satisfied with just that."

At least Peoria has your back. Literally, right now.

The girls scatter and do their own things for now, Azusa sitting and picking stray feathers out of her wings, Tucson doing some stretching, and Simi just kinda watching the rain. Now that you notice it, there seem to be a few feathers from each girl laying on the ground around the nest. You turn back to Peoria, who notices and looks down to face you as well.

"What's with the... lost feathers?"

"I'm guessing it means their pregnancies are starting, dear. Same thing happened with me way back when. Believe it or not, I used to be young and beautiful too at one point."

She still is beautiful, but you'll let her continue explaining.

"Once I got knocked up, I lost quite a bit of feathers before they grew back fluffier and more dull. The same will happen with all of them, too. Not sure Tucson will handle it well, though. She loves her shade of green, but I think she'll come to love her children far more."

Sure enough, upon closer inspection Peoria's feathers don't have that same glossy sheen that the younger girls have. They also look a bit more plentiful, too.

After learning that, the morning goes as normal until Rits comes back holding your bag, currently stuffed with assorted berries and the like. She gives you a kiss on the cheek as she slithers up to you.

"Awake now, Darling? I hope you didn't miss me too much, but I doubt you were lonely. The girls couldn't seem to keep their hands- er... wings... off of you."

"Yes, I had some good company. So... did you want to continue our journey for today, or did you want to wait for better weather?"

She looks up at the sky, still raining lightly at the moment.

"We could be waiting a while, in that case. I think it's going to rain for quite some time. Just a feeling I got."

I guess having the perception of an animal means she can get a feel for these things far better than a human can.

"Alright, well, let's finish packing up, and then we can head out when you feel like it. But there's no hurry for now."

"Fine by me, Darling."

You've gathered your pants and belongings, and you're all now sitting under the rocky canopy that you slept under. The fire you started last night has gone out by now, but some dry sticks the girls had lying around prove useful for lighting it again, at least for now. You also pick up a couple loose feathers from each girl and stuff them into your bag.

You notice Rits is a little restless as she seems to debate saying something or not, before deciding.

"By the way, Azusa."

Rits directs her attention towards the tallest harpy, which she also has the rockiest relationship with.

"Um... yeah...?"

"I didn't notice before, but your hair is very pretty. Can I try something with it?"

"Oh, um... thank you... I don't see why not..."

Azusa is visibly uncomfortable, but whether it's because she tried to kill Rits yesterday or because she isn't used to getting compliments is unknown.

Rits grabs some leftover fabric from your bag as Azusa sits down in front of her, which is hardly needed because of the lamia's sheer height. She bunches Azusa's hair in her hands and bundles it into a single ponytail coming out of the back of her head, tying it down with your fabric to keep it in place.

Azusa is strikingly beautiful with her hair in this fashion, making her seem more focused and confident rather than just mean and angry.

"Finished, Azusa. How do you feel?"

"I don't feel... different? What did you do?"

I gave you a traditional lamia hairstyle. It's to prevent our hair from getting in our faces from the constant side-to-side motion we make from moving around, although I personally don't wear it all that often. I figured you could use it the most since you have the longest hair out of all of you four.

The other girls and Peoria all seem to agree that Azusa is more attractive now as they fawn over her new hairstyle.

"Looking good, Azusa! Any man would find you hard to resist now, dear."

"Woah, Azusa! Hey Rits, give me one next!"

"I, uh... don't think that will work, Tucson. Your hair is too short."

Tucson pouts shortly before going back to admiring Azusa's hair.

"It looks good." Simi doesn't seem too impressed, but this is actually high praise coming from her.

"You're very beautiful, Azusa. Don't you agree, John?" Rits asks you as all the girls turn and wait for your answer.

"Yes... she's very beautiful. Well, she already was before, but I think this new style makes her look very sexy now."

"Oh! Um... I... thank you..."

Azusa kinda shrinks into herself, flustered from all the compliments. You could swear she whispered something under her breath, too.

"John..."

"Hm?"

"Nothing! Just- uh... so, you're leaving today? So soon?"

Azusa quickly changes the subject to your coming departure. Tucson also adds in.

"Yeah! Can't we stay together just a little longer?"

She clings onto your arm with her wings as she says this, doing her trademark childish pout again.

Simi looks a little sad too.

"So we'll never see each other again..."

"Oh, I don't know about that, dear."

Peoria has something to say, but you're not sure where it's going.

"I'm sure he'll need an eye in the sky in case he ever gets lost."

As much as you would like the girls to keep you company on the journey, you can't keep all three of them + Rits and yourself well fed, warm, and safely taken care of, for the entire journey.

"Well, I... I don't think I can take any of the girls with me... sorry..."

The girls look saddened, but Peoria continues.

"Oh no, dear. I mean whenever you need assistance, you can call them any time, and they'll arrive from above to help in whatever way they can."

"Call them?"

"Oh sure, dear. Harpy ears are quite strong. We have to be able to hear the sounds of animals on the forest floor from up in the sky, over the noise of wind rushing around us. Just scream for help, and the girls will come."

Wow. A personal Harpy Rescue Service?

"Oh! Um... thank you! But why?"

"After all you've done for us, I don't think it's unfair that we should be expected to return the favor. And, well... I'm sure the girls would follow you anyway, so let's just give them the excuse, yeah?"

She says that last part quietly, but she just got done telling you about her species' super-hearing, so you doubt it mattered much.

"I wasn't gonna follow him that far, mom!"

Apparently Tucson heard it, so yeah.

"Fine by me." Rits adds.

"Alright, but let's settle on the signal. So when I whistle, then it means we're either in danger or need help. That alright?"

"Whistle?"

Azusa asks, but all the girls, including Peoria, look at you inquisitively.

"Yeah, this."

You form your fingers into an "OK" sign by touching your index finger and thumb in one hand, then stick it into your mouth and fold your tongue back, pursing your lips around your fingers. You inhale and then very forcefully push the air out through the small opening of your mouth, producing a sharp, loud whistle. The range would be impacted negatively in this forest, but for a harpy, they should be able to hear it from quite some distance away. You could tell because all the girls minus Rits winced a little at the high-pitched noise.

Peoria straightens back up.

"That'll work too, dear. We'll be listening for it."

Nice. You never know what could be around the corner, but a flying reconnaissance detachment should be useful.

"How far out until you can't hear me any more?"

"A sound like that will be heard pretty well by us. But you should be careful when you choose to call for help, since you might also get the attention of... someone else nearby. There's no guarantee we're the only ones listening, dear."

Crap, that does throw a wrench into the gears. Gotta make the calls count if I'm not sure we're alone. No willy-nilly summoning.

"We'll be close behind anyway. Not enough to make you worried, but just enough to stay within hearing range. So let's just say, a few minutes of flight away." Azusa confirms.

They can fly pretty fast, so a few minutes of flight would be an hour of walking at your rate. So she's right, far enough away to stay out of trouble but close enough to come flying at a minute's notice.

"Works for me. I guess we've got an airborne unit on our little expedition, huh, Rits?"

"Yep. This is getting exciting, Darling!"

She seems happy that our journey has already made us some friends of other species. Not only that, but ones that are willing to help us no matter where we are. Of course, our goal should still be caution in this unknown territory.

At what you guess is about noon, you decide to shove off again into the wilderness. The harpies all give you a goodbye kiss on your cheek (except Peoria, who goes right for the mouth), and Rits says her goodbyes as well in case you don't run into them again for a while.

The ground is a bit muddy in certain places, the way Fall showers really soften up the ground from rainfall after rainfall. Rits looks to be annoyed at the dirty state of her underside, and you're none too happy about the mud accumulating on your shoes either. You head on anyways, hoping to take a break at this unknown lake Peoria mentioned yesterday. It only takes about an hour until you're able to reach the rough shoreline of a vast lake. It's hard to tell the exact length in the mist of the rain, but it's definitely nothing to scoff at.

You ask Rits if she wants to stop here to wash off, and she agrees. You leave your stuff under a tree, where it hopefully won't get soaked, and get near the edge of the water. You can't tell how deep it gets, but it looks to drop off pretty fast. Rits heads a little bit further down the shore to have some room to herself to wash off her massive body. You scrape off the bottom of your shoes on a submerged rock and take a moment to breathe in the relaxing nature around you.

As you observe the droplets of water hitting the surface, you could almost swear you saw something moving just under the waterline.

Probably just a fish. Rain has a tendency to rile them up a bit more than on sunny days.

...

It looks kinda... big, doesn't it?