A Harpy's Exchange Preview (Patreon)

Just a little preview of an exchange I've been wanting to create for a long time. =) Still working on this story, but here's a small excerpt for now.

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— What the... — a hoarse yet unexpectedly high voice escaped his throat.

Crane raised a hand to touch his chest, which now seemed to have a life of its own. The unfamiliar softness and weight left him nearly breathless. As his fingers brushed against it, something fluffy grazed the smooth surface of his skin, creating a strange contrast of sensations, as if he were wearing a furry glove. When his fingertips slid further, he felt a light prick of something sharp, as though the edges of his fingers had turned into pointed tips instead of their usual bluntness.

Crane tried to get up, but the movement was difficult. Something was pulling his body downward—this weight in his chest was overwhelmingly intrusive, swaying awkwardly with every attempt to shift. Barely managing to rise to his feet, he felt an odd sensation in his hips and buttocks: they moved noticeably with each step, as though they had grown significantly larger and alien to him.

— What the hell... — he muttered again, his voice still sounding too high and raspy.

When he took his first step, his unfamiliar legs scraped clumsily against the stone floor. Crane lost his balance but reflexively stretched out his arms to steady himself… only to feel something wide and soft brushing against his back and sides. These strange appendages, attached to his arms, moved on their own, touching his skin as if they had a life of their own.

"Is this some kind of weird chick dressed in a ridiculous costume?" he thought, frantically trying to process what was happening. But something was undeniably wrong.

Each step sent a heavy sway through his chest, which moved as if it had its own rhythm. "God, how do you even move with these..." he mumbled, feeling the soft weight pulling him forward. Even more unsettling was the movement of his hips. He felt them swaying involuntarily with each step, and it unnerved him more than the cold stone beneath his feet.

— What the hell is wrong with my legs? — he whispered, lowering his gaze. But in the darkness, it was hard to make out what was replacing his familiar feet. Sharp claws, resembling bird talons, scraped against the stone with each step, producing a grating, unpleasant sound. Their shape was entirely unsuited for a human. He tried to stand upright, but his center of gravity had shifted to his lower abdomen and buttocks. He was forced to hunch slightly to maintain his balance as he walked.