<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>The birds watch as you try to walk away. Their heads just follow your general direction, but then they take off and land right in front of you to block your path. They peer up at you, and you can see the exact moment their wandering, beady eyes lock with yours. The very moment they can sense you in the only way a harvester can sense a supple young woman. A harvester had never made eye contact with you before in your life. They would always act like you were completely invisible to them. The eye contact could only mean one thing: You were emanating. Once that happened, they were in control. They were quicker and more coordinated than you and they were systematically keeping themselves between you and the school.<br/><br/>The birds' beaks were dark and hard like walnuts, but sharpened to a point. Because no harvesters need to eat, the beak was not a mouth. It was specialized for a purpose very different than most birds' beaks. They were essentially a tiny pair of scissors. Once they had you backing away from them, they began to target your clothes. They would dive bomb you and slip their sharp beaks through the fabric, pulling individual strings off each time. One of them got a lucky hit and managed to sever the waist band of your skirt right at the left hip, meaning there was nothing holding it up. During all of this, however, you would be completely unaware that the harvesters were essentially herding you. The two of them worked in perfect sync to force you back, back, back, toward the forest cover. Anytime you tried to go to the side to get around them, they would be there to give you a peck of discouragement which would hurt for just a moment.<br/><br/>If you had taken the harvester education class, you would know that these birds were missing the iconic white-yellow orb that all harvesters had which they used to absorb the orgasmic energy. There was more to these birds' strategy than meets the eye...