Note: Minerva and phoenixes get their wings from being part harpy, so they must have harpy wings. Therefore I've included issues with Minerva and phoenixes here.

outputText("<b>Wings:</b> Harpies have two sets of wings — a primary pair that grows from their backs and a secondary pair in place of arms. The secondary pair maintain most of their arm-like structure, all the way down to having elbows and being tipped with hands.\n");

this.long = "You are faced with a platoon of heavy infantry, all armed to the teeth and protected by chain vests and shields. They look like a cross between salamander and harpy, humanoid save for crimson wings, scaled feet, and long fiery tails. They stand in a tight-knit shield wall, each phoenix protecting herself and the warrior next to her with their tower-shield. Their scimitars cut great swaths through the room as they slowly advance upon you.";

outputText("[pg]As you continue to daydream, your hand keeps teasing the girl's bullet-like nipple, flicking across the sensitive nub as your mental images grow more and more explicit. However, you're rudely ripped from your thoughts by the feeling of being confined, as if you had been suddenly surrounded by walls. Opening your eyes, you find your view of the mountains and sky has been blocked out by large, crimson feathers; the girl has enclosed you within her wings! Before you can respond to her actions, your fingers are batted away from her chest, your grip on her nipple easily dislodged in your distracted state. Moments later, you gasp as her breasts start to move around your [cock], the precum slathered between them covering it as they slide over you. Looking down, you see that the phoenix has taken a hold of her tits and is finally getting into pleasuring you, a begrudging smirk on her face that widens slightly as her soft mounds brush over your [cockhead], another gasping moan bursting from you.");

outputText("[pg]Attention-grabbing large red and orange feathered wings sprout from her back; the same feathers flow down her arms like those of a harpy. Two DD-cup sized breasts rests on her chest, they would look large on a human, but on Minerva, they appear quite average. Each breast is topped with a firm gold stud pierced nipple about half an inch thick.");

outputText("[pg]She is quite tall, roughly eight and a half feet by your estimate, covered in navy blue skin that looks like that of a shark girl, and with fiery red-orange hair that frames her feminine face and hangs down in long braids. The harpy traits are just as obvious: A large pair of bird-like wings extends from her back, their feathers sharing the same burning hue as her hair. Those same feathers also run down her arms like warm, feathered sleeves, while a long shark tail drapes down from her lower back, completing her unusual appearance.");

private function goForASkyRideWithMinervaHeartBaring():void {
(entire scene)

outputText(" Her breasts swell out magnificently, as if to complement her flared hips and be ready the suckle all the young they would invite her to bare, stopping at around a full and swollen G-cup. Finally, a second pair of luminescent wings slowly takes form on her back, stretching out to maybe half the span of her original pair.");

outputText("[pg]Her lower back bulges in the most repugnant fashion, and then, to your shock, wings literally burst from her back, blood splattering across the stone and moss behind her as naked bone stretches out into the air, flesh and sinew and skin and feathers sliding across to cover it, layer by layer, until within seconds she bears a second pair of wings, maybe half the span and size of her original pair.");

outputText("[pg]Attention-grabbing large golden and white feathered wings sprout from her back; the same feathers flow down her arms like those of a harpy. Two G-cup sized breasts rests on her chest, they would look large on a human, but on Minerva, they appear quite average. Each breast is topped with a firm gold stud pierced nipple about an inch thick.");

outputText("[pg]Grinning you come to her this time, approaching the pregnant herm to get a closer look at her. Looking up at you with glittering eyes, Minerva reaches out to you, taking gentle hold of your hands and guiding them to her round graved swell. [say: My love, they grow so quickly, our daughters. I can't wait to see them, for you to see them; they will be just as beautiful and energetic as their sisters. Already so active inside me, I have to sing them to sleep just so they will stop fidgeting inside my belly, they can't wait to come out and see their daddy I'm sure,] she says with a bright sharky grin before leaning up, her hands sliding up your arms before wrapping around your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss. Behind Minerva, her wings twitch and rustle, moving alongside her swaying anxious tail, making it easy to tell how restless she is and that she wants to hold her new daughters in her arms.");

outputText("Sliding your hands down over the gentle baby bump swelling your waistline, you cast your gaze to the one that blessed you with such a motherly gift. The proud siren catching your gaze blushes before grinning to you, her own eyes looking you up and down, undressing you as she looks at you with more than a little hunger. She can't help but watch you as you stroke your swollen tummy, tenderly rubbing the baby sirens that you have growing inside your womb. Shifting from side to side, Minerva seems to be trying hard NOT to just pounce you and cuddle your pregnant body. Biting her lip and grinning wider than ever, Minerva can't hold back a moment longer. Letting out a great bird like chirp she cries out, flapping her great wings, the excited herm barrels into you, plowing you over as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes the daylights out of you. [say: Oh darling! I can hardly believe it! Pregnant, you're pregnant and its mine...] she says, ending in a quiet voice. The golden herm sliding her hands over your body, feeling your tummy gently, stroking and caressing you. The siren that impregnated you seemingly, entranced by your pregnant body, her face bright, happier then you have ever seen her.");

outputText("You collapse in a broken heap, panting as your body feels hot and heavy with desire. The wanton blood coarsing through your veins is a testament to the sumptuous shapes of the harpy's lithe bodies. Turning your aching head to look at the ever-circling harpy, you see her mad-looking eyes narrow as she gains height, flapping her two pairs of wings frantically.[pg]");

outputText("They drop you on purpose, only for you to be caught again mid-air by one of the harpies. Using the momentum, your sadistic savior then throws you around like a sling for others to catch, which they do crying with joy, before passing you along again with dizzying speeds and heights. The ground below rushes towards and away from you in rapid succession. After five times, they squabble and two of them nearly pull you apart between them. It is then however, that a third gets an idea. Using the fact that your body is suspended between two others pretty stably, she flies into you and latches on by crossing her legs and arms around your hips and waist. There, high up in the sky and in intimate embrace, the other two harpies still quarreling, she smiles at you while straddling you. In an unknown language of whistles and chirps, she assures you it's going to be all right and reaches underneath her to fondle your cock. With the warmth of her body so near to yours and now armed with wings of your own in the form of the harpy on top of you, it works. Held between three digits, your " + player.cockDescript(x) + " assumes its erect shape. It makes the latched harpy give a pleased warble, and with a quick slip, she pushes her womanhood against it until you sink into her.[pg]");

outputText("[pg]Lunging forward, you grab hold of the thick-hipped harlot and aim your [clit] for her velvet-rimmed muff. Your aim is true, and you slide right in, displacing probing fingers as you go. It feels so good that your [legs] do give out this time, but you merely fall forward, simply flopping against your victim's prodigious backside. Your [nipple] dig into her wings and the feathers tickle your face, but she proves adequate leverage for your pleasure-blasted body to continue its assault. Once you adjust to the tingling bliss radiating into your " + player.vaginaDescript(0) + ", you grab hold of your ruffled avian friend by her tits, shamelessly groping the palm-sized orbs as your [hips] begin to thrusting in shallow, gradual motions, sinking deeper and deeper by the moment.");

outputText("Grinning, you playfully shrug. You suppose you can make a gift of it, if she's a good girl. Nodding energetically, Sophie puffs out her chest and stretches out her arms and wings, displaying her silvery plumage, vainly. [say: Don't you worry, Momma Sophie's done this a hundred times!] She flicks the bottle open and pours the green fluid into her mouth, her expression one of intense delight as the thick liquid splashes across her tongue, full of promise. She flutters into the air, barely able to lift her tremendous tits, and wraps her arms around your shoulders, legs hooking around your waist. Smiling sweetly, she leans in for a kiss and presses her glistening lips against yours, the heat of her aphrodisiac-laced lipstick coursing through your body instantly. You part your mouth to gasp softly and she uses the opening to deepen the kiss. Through the drugged excitement, you almost don't notice the cool elixir trickling into your mouth. You start to back away, but Sophie's muscular tongue forces your lips open and she eagerly snowballs more of the potion past your teeth, into your throat. Then, taking a big gulp herself, she nuzzles your nose with hers, gleefully. [say: Now we'll both be mommies!][pg]");

outputText("[pg]Sophie cluelessly asks, [say: What are you doing, baby? We can't fuck like this!] She struggles futilely at the bindings, her wings flapping wildly as Izma takes her time rustling around in her chest. The flustered harpy stumbles after her, flapping her wings for stability. [say: Hey, sexy shark! I'm talking to you! You can't like, just leave me tied up like this!]");

outputText("You sprawl out in Sophie's nest and allow her to wrap her wings about you protectively. Her hands stay busy the entire time, alternatively masturbating ");

outputText("[pg]The matron smiles at the thought before giving you a big, down-soft hug. She whispers, [say: I'd like that too,] in your ear while both sets of wings run up and down your body. Reluctantly, Sophie pulls away.");

outputText("[pg]The harpy squeezes her tits suddenly, pinching her own nipples roughly. Her inner walls begin to convulse, and Sophie squawks in excitement, flapping like crazy. You're buffeted by the orgasmic wing-twitches, smacked silly by feathers, yet you hardly feel it - that's how focused on her contracting cunt you are. Sophie's lady-spunk squirts from her swollen slit in a tidal wave. Tilting back, her gaze seems to say that you ought to be focusing on her asshole, a task made difficult with her twitching body, as she whimpers, [say: You're making me cum, [name]! You're making Momma Sophie cum so HARD!!!]");

outputText("Checking to see whether the posture collar can be detached from the sleeves, you find a complete lack of any way to do so. Shrugging, you slide your arms into the sleeves, sticking your middle fingers through the extended ends. Golden embroidery down their length contains some of the most ornate and stylized pictures of dicks you have ever seen, culminating in an excessive amount of gold thread splayed in your palm, symbolizing the ejaculate. You lift your chin to fit the posture collar in place, completely hiding your neck from view as you lace it from behind. The dark red works nicely with your [skintone] [skindesc]. A small amount of delight fills you as you realize the collar is not as unforgiving as a true posture collar, allowing you a comfortable amount of movement - though you do briefly wonder what a fight would be like if it didn't.[pg]");