I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

Leaving the goblin kingdom behind, the party continued their trek. The path began to climb, winding its way up a sheer mountain face that led to a high pass, the only route to the lands of HozyHoo. As they ascended, they noticed strange, massive constructions clinging to the cliffside.

"G-guys," Bombom said, his voice uneasy as he pointed upwards. "Aren't these nests way too big?"

Flora flew closer to one, her leafy wings beating gently. "Yeah, they are big." She plucked something from the edge of the massive nest—a single, iridescent feather the size of her arm. She brought it to Bombom. "Here, a giant feather."

Jairson pushed his dark sunglasses up his nose. "That's probably a harpy nest," he said, his voice grim. "We should walk right away."

"Walk away from content?" Bombom scoffed, immediately activating his hover-drone. "I better livestream this." He turned to the camera. "Hey guys, look what we found! Harpies!"

The chat sprang to life. One comment immediately caught his eye.

"I bet they are breedable."

Bombom's face went red. He stomped his foot. "Hey! There could be children watching us! Don't be weird, chat!"

Another comment popped up, this one a donation with a text-to-speech voice.

"Bombom, where's our giveaway date?"

He blushed, remembering his promise. "U-uh... about that, guys..."

He was cut off by a sudden, sharp VUUSH of displaced air. He looked over to where Leroy had been standing near the cliff edge. The immortal knight was gone. A massive harpy, her wingspan blocking out the sun, hovered where he had been, letting out a piercing shriek. She beat her powerful wings, throwing waves of concussive wind at the party, making it impossible for them to move forward. The princess drops to the floor yelling "Ouch!"

Another, even larger and more beautiful harpy descended, her presence regal and commanding. She yelled at them in a sharp, clicking language they couldn't understand.

Jairson stepped forward, planting his feet against the gale. "Taking the Blame," he whispered. The wind that had been battering the whole party suddenly stopped, focusing its entire force on him alone. He didn't budge. He pulled a carton from his pocket. "Delicious Style: Juice Concentration," he muttered, taking a long sip of orange juice. He stood there, completely unbothered by the hurricane-force winds, not even flinching.

The larger harpy, the Queen, dropped to the ground. Her eyes locked onto Bombom. He was the perfect prey. She smiled and rushed him. The wind from her wings was so strong it made everyone cover their eyes. Her talons gently but firmly snatched Bombom, and he was airborne, flying high above the mountains.

"NOOOOOOO, MY BOMBOM!" Taguro screamed. He launched a few pathetic lightning bolts at the fleeing harpy, but she dodged them with ease. He stopped, blushing as he looked up. "At least the view is good from here," he muttered, staring up at Bombom's fluttering skirt.

"L-let me gooo!" Bombom yelled as he was carried higher and higher. "W-why does this always happen to me?!" The drone camera dutifully followed. A donation with a voice message came through.

"The view is good from here, Bombom."

"H-HEY, STOP LOOKING!" he shrieked, blushing furiously as he tried to cover himself mid-flight.

The Harpy Queen finally dropped him in a massive nest at the center of a breathtaking city built on floating clouds. The buildings were made of gold and some strange, solid cloud-like blocks. In the nest with him were three other, more mature-looking harpies. One of them stepped closer, analyzing him with a curious eye.

"Ara~ ara~" she cooed. "This one is super cute. He will help us have good children."

Bombom was shocked. "H-hey guys, you know... I'm not into furries, like..." He could almost hear a faint laugh coming from inside his own head.

The harpy tilted her head. "Uh? We need tips to improve our beauty. As we get older, we try to hide from the humans."

Bombom sweatdropped, embarrassed. "O-oh, right... tips..." He looked at the harpy. "First, how do you speak my language and the others don't? Second, I don't have any tips. Just... exercise?"

The harpy smiled. "Some of us are half-human, so we have learned a little bit of your language." She paused, circling him. "Exercise? I have a good exercise in mind..." Her tone shifted, becoming sultry and flirtatious.

"W-wait, w-why are you talking to me in that way?" Bombom stammered as she leaned closer.

"Maybe you can show me how to do that..." she purred, blushing as she crossed her arms. "...exercise~"

Bombom's face went crimson. He looked at the drone. "U-uh, right!" He turned to the camera. "Here's my workout routine, chat!" He struck a heroic pose. "100 push-ups! 100 sit-ups! 100 squats! And a 10km run! Every single day!"

A donation with a voice message immediately chimed in.

"Isn't that the bald man's workout?"

Bombom blushed. "Oh, yeah... uh, I messed things up. But, just do that and take some juice and you're cool."

The harpy looked at him, deeply suspicious, while far below, his party tried to figure out how in the world they were going to get to a city in the clouds.

Far below the floating city of the harpies, a very different kind of chaos was unfolding. Taguro paced frantically on the narrow mountain ledge, his eyes fixed on the clouds where his idol had vanished.

"We need to save Bombom!" he declared, his voice filled with panic. "How are we going to get up there?"

Jairson, who had been calmly observing the situation, pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "I can't fly," he stated flatly. "The government took my plane."

"You remember that helicopter from before?" Flora suggested, her mind racing. "The one that dropped off that Zayloor person?"

"The helicopter is far away," Jairson replied, his tone dismissive. "We would waste too much time."

The princess, who had been fuming silently since being dropped, finally exploded. "I don't care! I want my Bombom back! Do your thing, guys!" she demanded, pointing a sharp, manicured finger at the sky.

Flora sighed, a weary look on her face. "Yeah, I can do something... but it will leave me exhausted for some time..." She looked at the party, her expression grim. "You guys remember that history, 'Jack and the Beanstalk'? So..."

Taguro's face lit up with understanding and excitement. "Yeah! Let's do it then!"

"You guys better get away from me," Flora warned, "or the pheromones will get you."

The party took several large steps back. Flora closed her eyes, her hands pressed against the rocky ground. She concentrated, her brow furrowed with effort. A low, powerful tremor began to shake the mountain. Taguro and the princess yelped, grabbing onto Jairson for stability. The big tank remained perfectly still, not even flinching, a carton of orange juice held steady in one hand. And then, with a sound like the world tearing itself open, a massive, thick green stalk burst from the mountain floor. It grew at an impossible rate, twisting and climbing, higher and higher, until it pierced the cloud layer above, creating a living bridge to the harpy city. The effort was too much. Flora's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed, fainting onto the ground. As she did, the potent cloud of her pheromones dissipated, and the living vines and flowers that adorned her body began to wilt and vanish, revealing her natural body. Taguro, no longer protected by the magical haze, felt his nose start to bleed as he looked at her. With a surprising moment of chivalry, he quickly grabbed a spare cloak from his pack and gently draped it over her unconscious form.

Jairson, ever the stoic, scooped Flora into his arms. The princess, seeing her ride was occupied, clambered onto his back, holding on tightly. With Flora in one arm and his orange juice in the other, Jairson began the steady, arduous climb up the giant beanstalk, the princess clinging to his back and Taguro scrambling up on his own. The perfect, if ridiculous, balance.

Meanwhile, high above in the golden city, Bombom was in his element. He had turned his kidnapping into a masterclass on fitness for his new harpy friends and his livestream audience.

"So," he explained, demonstrating a perfect squat, "if you want more glutes or thighs, you should focus on these. Keep your back straight, go down low, and really squeeze at the top."

The Femboy Coins were dropping at an incredible rate. The chat was losing its collective mind.

"AYO, LOOK AT THE GYAT"

"Guys I just joined the stream, why is Bombom hot?"

"Is it gay to like femboys?"

A reply to the last comment immediately popped up.

"No, doesn't matter if she has a bigger piece than you, in the end your love is all that matters... JK"

Bombom heard the voice message and his face went scarlet. "G-guys, I'm trying my best here! Stop talking about liking Lilies or something... JEEZ!"

The mature, half-human harpy just laughed. "You know, this is fun," she said, attempting a squat herself. "Okay, I will believe you. But if you are lying to us... we will get you again."

"I'm not lying!" Bombom insisted. "You can ask the chat!"

The chat immediately backed him up.

"Bombom never lies."

"Bombom is our hero."

"Bombom is our wife."

He blushed furiously, stomping his foot. "O-OKAY GUYS, THAT'S ENOUGH..." But the chat kept going, making him even angrier. "I SWEAR IF I FIND YOU, BIGNERDHUNTER2004, I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR ARM! YOU TOO, DEEZ!"

A new donation with a voice message chimed in, the synthesized voice full of glee.

"DEEZ NUTZ! HA! GOT 'EEM!"

That was the final straw. "OKAY GUYS!" Bombom screamed, his voice cracking with pure rage. "I'M GONNA FIND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, AND I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR ARMS!"

His tirade was cut short by a deafening roar from below. A massive rocket, trailing black smoke, shot up from the ground, nearly hitting the floating city. It crashed against an invisible barrier, exploding in a brilliant flash of fire and water vapor. The entire city trembled from the shockwave. The harpies all shrieked, their wings flaring in terror.

"W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Bombom screamed.

After the harpies recomposed themselves, the magnificent Harpy Queen approached, speaking in her sharp, clicking language. The half-human harpy translated. "This keeps happening every now and then," she explained, her own voice trembling. "Someone is trying to break free from the world."

"Y-yeah... what? What do you mean?" Bombom asked.

"We need help stopping that," the harpy said. "Do you know someone? You seem like a good person."

Bombom, caught up in the moment, struck a heroic pose for the stream. "I'm your man for it! I'm gonna help you guys!"

The harpy translated for her queen. All the harpies in the nest just sighed, a collective wave of disbelief washing over them.

"W-WHAT?!" Bombom yelled, his ego wounded. "I'M STRONG, GUYS, COME ON! I'M GONNA STOP IT AND YOU GUYS WILL APOLOGIZE..." He paused, the reality of his situation dawning on him. "How do I get back to the mountain?"

As he finished speaking, a massive bolt of lightning shot up from the beanstalk, striking the edge of the nest. His party had arrived. They rushed to his side, weapons drawn, ready to fight the harpies.

"Guys... there's no need to fight," Bombom said, stepping between them. "They're cool."

Jairson holstered his pistols. Taguro made his lightning vanish. The princess, however, was furious. "THIS IS TAKING MORE TIME THAN I IMAGINED!"

"I know, we are taking you back now," Bombom sighed. He looked closer and saw Flora, still unconscious in Jairson's arms. "W-what happened to her?"

"Long story," Taguro said, exhausted. "Let's go back. The princess kept talking all the way up here. I need a time to rest."

The Harpy Queen said something, and the translator harpy smiled. "Don't worry," she said. "We will take you guys to the end of the mountain~"

With a flurry of powerful wings, the harpies lifted Bombom's entire party, gently flying them down from their cloud city and setting them at the bottom of the mountain range, much closer to their final destination of HozyHoo.