A FIGHT!

"NO!", cries a harpy with hair the color of fresh blood, "He's coming ON ME! NOW!"

"You hot whore!", the other cries, "Quench your crotch in the creek, though make sure the fish don't reek! You have nothing but a rotten quim! I have these!", she grasped her breasts, "And I'll have him!"

"Stinking whore of ancestral ooze!

Why should you get whoever you chose?!", cries the third, swooping in with shrieks and purple hair.

"I'll have him, I saw him first!"
"You just try, do your worst!"

"I'll have his cock! His creamy goo!", the first announces.

"Why should he want one like you?!", the second trounces.

"My body is my famous pride!", says the third with smiling face,.

"That's why no one wants to look inside!", pulling her pants to show disgrace.

A matted thatch of pubic hair with the drawers of one harpy around her knees.

The exposed sweat and juice on her groin growing quite cold in the breeze.