With baited breath Alec put his new head on his old body's chest. His long feathery hair flowed past his eyes.
He could hear a heartbeat. He breathed a sigh of relief, his old body was alive. So provided he could undo the possession he didn't have to stay a harpy. But that didn't solve tonight's problem yet. If he went back into his old body, the original Harpy spirit would probably take over again. Meanwhile a second harpy was flying around outside.
He stepped back from his body and surveyed the barn with his new eyes. The odd balance of the lower body and the wobbling on his chest were very distracting. But he was amazed at how well the harpies could see in the dark. He looked at his wings. Maybe he could fly up and surprise the other harpy.
He looked at his large wings and flapped them once. A lot of air resistance, but he didn't move even a millimeter of the ground. He tried flapping them as hard as he could, but other than his large naked breasts jumping up and down wildly not much happened.
Damn it, how do they do it?
He jumped and flapped and for a moment he felt his descent slow. "Fuck." he said in his seductive voice. Even if he could fly up, there's no way he could catch the other off guard and overpower her. They'd had a lifetime of practice in these bodies, he had about 10 minutes before the other would come looking.
He looked around again. There, high in the rafter he spotted something. A large bag, that was cow feed. He remembered that to protect the feed from rats farmer would sometimes string them up.
The bag was not quite above his own motionless body. His loins stirred. "Damn, this was distracting." A rope ran from the bag to a large pole near his position. If he could lure the other harpy under it, he could crush her by cutting it loose.
He spotted the knife had thrown earlier and waddled over to pick it up, his large breasts wobbling wildly on his chest. His right wing ineffectually stroked the knife. "Oh right, no hands."
Holding his wings before his breasts to keep them from wobbling, he waddled back. Unfortunately, the soft feathers just agitated his sensitive nipples. He made it over inspected the knot in the thick rope. Maybe his sharp talons could weaken it, then he noticed a scythe in the corner.
He waddled over and awkwardly hugged the scythe between his wings and breasts. He then proceeded to drag it back to his body, where he set up upright with the blade against the rope. He then moved under the large bag.
Now to call the other over "Hey, err.." , wait what was her name? "deary! Come look at the hotty!" He yelled.
A few moments of silence followed. "Oooooh, nice one." He suddenly heard above him.
The other harpy flew down and landed next to him. She was slightly smaller than him, in more ways than one. Her long dark feathery hair flowed down over her feathered shoulders. She folded her wings, causing her breasts to be pushed out. Her dark eyes were trained on Alec's body. Alec looked up, she wasn't below the bag.
"What did you do to him? He isn't dead is he?" The harpy's voice sounded concerned.
"He uhhh, tripped and fell when I grabbed him." Alec said in the harpies seductive voice. "He's still breathing of course."
"Well, we could wake him up with a surprise." the harpy said, back to her usual singsong voice. She shook her hips and stalked closer. "I'll bet he can make us some nice offspring."
Alec felt his harpy body pull on him. His loins were hot. He felt like he needed something there, something hard...something warm. He wanted to rip his own pants off. He needed to rip his own pants off! He stalked closer with the other harpy. He glanced up, together, they were below the bag.