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His shriek was watching him.

He'd taken to pacing, and every time his clicking talons brought him near the edge of their eyrie one or two would surge to their feet, ready to bolt and take to the air. But he wasn't quite ready, didn't burn, only itched, so paced-paced-paced, arched his wings, mantled, stretched them out and folded them, displayed the black and sunset feathers that gleamed with mating oils.

But he'd checked himself, the slit that would open between his testes and his anus was little more than a crease, damp but not sopping, and this wasn't his first Flight, and knew he wasn't quite ready. And besides, when it was Time he wouldn't be able to help himself, would take to the sky before he knew what was happening.

And then he was sprinting. Dug his talons in and leaped from their caves on the side of the mountain, wings snapping out and carrying him up-up-up as his shriek followed him in a flurry of feathers in every color, snapping and lashing out at each other, trying to compete for the Carrier that was already gaining a decent lead. He was small, as any Carrier was, lithe though taller than most, and he dropped his jaw to call a challenge.

A Breeder with storm cloud wings nearly struck him down, would have hit him if he hadn't banked suddenly, and he climbed and climbed and climbed, dodging Breeders as they reached for him, looking back and watching as they snarled and clawed at each other, a few tumbling before catching each other, fluttering back to their eyrie to lick their wounds, others snarling and baring sharp canines as blood trickled from their wounds.

They chased him, and chased him, and chased him, and his lungs burned he was a sprinter, a glider, not a racer, until finally - though it felt like hours it surely couldn't have been more than a few minutes - the storm cloud Breeder, the tiny, fur-like feathers that went up from his birdlike legs and ended at his hips as grey as the thunderheads above them, slammed into him, pinning his wings to his back and growling in return to his startled cry, and then they were plummeting and all he could do was trust the Breeder.

They plummeted, faster and faster, the flat top of a cliff coming nearer and nearer and his heart thundered in his ears - the Breeder had to bring them to a stop before they hit it, please please please and finally the storm cloud Breeder snapped his wings out, slowing their descent though they still hit it hard enough that the Carrier was stunned, limp beneath the Breeder as he manipulated the Carrier beneath him, grabbing his hips and jerking them back and, after feeling behind his balls to make sure he was nice and slick and open, pressing into him with little ceremony, the rest of the Breeders of their shriek that hadn't gone slinking home swarming around them, watching them hungrily.

The Breeder snarled, flashing his teeth as he hunched over the Carrier, splayed out on his stomach and stretching out his wings, whining 'breed me' and 'fuck me' sounds, arching his back as best he could with the much larger Breeder weighing him down. The storm cloud harpy dug his claws into the Carrier's feathered hips until blood-scent filled the air, marking him, and bucked faster and faster, head snapping around as he bared his teeth at the swarming shriek - while normally they got along, would pile up and snuggle and sleep in a heap, share meals and happily tend to each other, when a Carrier was Flying they were enemies, rivals, and he dared any to approach.

The Carrier squirmed and wriggled beneath him, wanted to reach down and stroke his cock but couldn't move, could only flap his wings and pant, keen pitifully and rumbles sounded in the swarming shriek, the countless Breeders' cocks throbbing, spurting pre-cum on countless stomachs. The Breeder that was inside the Carrier's own cock throbbed, spurting pre-cum, then again and again, and he hunched as much as he could, stretching up and taking the Carrier's nape in his teeth, sharp canines breaking the skin and making the Carrier go limp, mouth open in a silent scream as his useless cock twitched and began to spray rope after rope of clear, seedless Carrier-cum on the ground, wings thrashing and talons digging into the ground and his convulsing walls brought the Breeder to orgasm, a violent snarl ripping from his throat as he began to pump his hips in a stuttering way, spraying thick white seed all over the Carrier's walls and into his womb, going still to give it a moment to start to impregnate the younger harpy, head snapping this way and that and baring his teeth at the encroaching shriek.

He pulled out and, in the same motion, the shriek surging forward and not wanting to risk losing his hard won Carrier, flipped the Carrier on his stomach and thrust back inside. The Carrier squawked, and the Breeder rumbled an apologetic, soothing sound, reaching up to run his fingers through the oil-soaked sunset feathers as the Carrier stretched his wings, trying to unrumple them. He flashed his teeth reprimandingly at the Breeder, but couldn't be too angry because he was soothing his pains and, when the Breeder, as he drew back painstakingly slowly, cock soaked in his cum, drew his legs up until his knees were by his ears, lower back stretched in the best way and his slit no longer oozing seed, he could have cried, instead threw his head back and yelled his pleasure.

The Breeder growled, reached down between them as he hammered to grip the Carrier's cock, pumping it one, two, three times and then the Carrier was splattering his stomach with clear cum, going limp and pliant beneath the storm cloud Breeder, who dropped his flaccid cock and reached up to grab his legs and pump into him five, six, seven more times before stilling, shuddering violently as his balls drew up, the position allowing him to be much deeper inside of the Carrier, cockhead kissing his cervix so he spilled right into his womb, filling him up until he spilled out into his channel around the Breeder's cock, but the position kept all the seed inside of him.

The Breeder panted, but finally drew back, fluttering into the air to keep from being crushed by the shriek as they surged forward, snarling and snapping and fighting for the honor to have his sloppy seconds, finding a nice perch to watch, smirking in the knowledge that it was likely he who'd be the one to sire the Carrier's clutch.