Volume 1 - Harpy Heaven, Chapter 7 - A Faceful of Feathers

With her bomber jackets, tight jeans, and flashy earrings, Haru was clearly interested in fashion, but this was getting strange. Over the last several days, the outfits that Haru wore around the house seemed to be getting increasingly… alluring.

First, it was a yellow jacket, zipped down below her pink bra so her chest was sticking out in plain view. The next day, she lazed around in thin white pajamas that might as well have been transparent with the way they showed off the shape of her body and the exact color of her underwear.

All of that was great, but this is just too much, Yuisu thought as Haru strode into the living room in today’s outfit: tight fitting black shorts and a matching sports bra. She looked ready to hit the gym or fold into some strange yoga pose.

Yuisu was sitting in a rocking chair and watching TV, so Haru flopped down on her belly on the floor. She faced the TV and propped her chin on her wings. “What’re we watching, miss Yuisu?” She crossed her ankles and idly flexed her talons as she watched the TV.

Yuisu tried to ignore the taut and toned thighs on display right in front of her and responded, “Uh, just some news about liminals and politics. The exchange program is going well and running well within the budget, so of course politicians are fighting over who gets the credit.”

“Some things are the same everywhere,” Haru remarked. “I tend to stay away from harpy politics, for several reasons.”

Yuisu sighed. “Let me guess… they don’t take well to homosexuality?”

Haru shifted her weight and turned to peer back at Yuisu, once again utilizing her disturbingly flexible neck. “You’re a sharp one. You got it on the first guess. Harpy society is absolutely obsessed with reproduction. Every election season the only real topic is ‘How do we get enough human men this breeding season?’”

Haru kicked her legs out to the sides in frustration. “There’s no room for my kind in that world, so I signed up for the exchange program.”

“Well, that meant you got to travel and see human culture. Seems like you got the better—” Yuisu’s voice cut out when her eyes drifted onto Haru’s butt. In rapid succession, several things became clear: Haru’s little exercise shorts were way too tight, Haru wasn’t wearing any underwear under said shorts, and Yuri-su was now in control.

She already had a plan in mind. “Say, Haru? What’s with the outfit? You’re dressed like you were just exercising.”

Haru kept her eyes on the TV as she replied, “Yup, just got done with a cardio routine in the gym. That’s a nice little setup you’ve got in there.”

“Uh huh, thanks.” Yuri-su’s eyes stayed locked on Haru’s bottom, and her thoughts were similarly tunnel-visioned. “So… would you care to get washed up?” she suggested. “I mean, you’re probably all sweaty, and I’ve been needing a bath today, too…” She swallowed audibly. “I could wash your back, if you’d like.”

Haru shrugged. “Sure, that sounds nice. Washing my own back is kind of a pain.” Haru sprung to her feet and glanced back at Yuisu.

Yuri-su, who had been in the middle of a victory fist pump, pretended to tuck some hair behind her ear. I can’t believe this is working. She stood and followed Haru’s wonderfully tight butt out of the room. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner!

Yuri-su diligently washed Haru’s back while fighting the urge to tackle Haru to the floor and have her way with her. She kept it together remarkably well until Haru stood up, putting her bare bottom directly in front of Yuri-su’s face. To say the next few seconds were chaotic would be an understatement.

First, Yuri-su grabbed that ass with both hands and squeezed. It was heaven. Haru’s booty had just the right amount of give over the wonderful tension of toned muscles beneath. Understandably, Haru squawked and flinched in surprise. Yuri-su froze in place, still processing the blissful sensations from her successful butt-grab.

Haru spun around to face her ‘attacker’. The new sight of jiggling breasts swinging into view only served to paralyze Yuri-su more. The spin caused Haru’s hard talons to slide unpredictably on the slick tile floor and she tipped and stumbled backwards. Thanks to her quick predator’s reflexes, she managed to hook both her wings around Yuri-su for support, but that only served to topple her too. Soap and water splashed into the air as they crashed to the floor and knocked their wash basin flying.

When the suds settled, Haru lay flat on her back with her wings safely folded across her chest. A broken wing is a severe danger to a harpy, so protecting them from harm is instinctive. This left her lower body defenseless, and that was where Yuri-su fell face-first.

Harpies have both hair and feathers, so Yuri-su hadn’t known what to expect from Haru’s nether regions. Now she got an up close and personal introduction to a neat patch of downy white feathers. It was incredibly soft against Yuri-su’s incredibly red face.

Haru carefully lifted Yuri-su from between her legs, then scooted herself backwards across the tile floor. She stopped a few feet away and wrapped herself in her wings, fully covering her naked body. “Miss Yuisu…” She tried in vain to keep her voice level as she asked, “What the hell was that for?!”

The fall hadn’t been quite enough to knock Yuisu back into control of herself. Yuri-su shrugged and grinned like an idiot. “Your butt is pretty amazing and it seemed like you were intentionally flaunting it at me, so I grabbed it. I mean, it was just right there.” She was just rambling at this point, “And what’s with all the sexy clothes lately?! It’s been driving me wild. I can’t think straight with your amazing body all in my face all the time.”

Haru glared at Yuri-su in silence. The pressure dispelled Yuri-su’s mental hold and she mumbled a heartfelt apology, “I’m sorry for grabbing you. I had no right to do that, no matter how you dressed.” Yuisu pulled her knees to her chest, but she still felt very exposed to Haru’s judgment. She found herself wishing she had wings of her own to hide her nakedness.

Finally, Haru spoke. “It’s true that I was dressing a bit provocatively, but that was supposed to be a favor to you.”

A look of confusion crept onto Yuisu’s face. She managed to mutter, “Wait, what?”

“Remember when I said I wanted to make it up to you for the manga incident? I thought you might like to see some sexiness around the house…” After a very awkward pause, Haru looked down at the floor and let out a long sigh. “Okay, it was a dumb idea and I don’t know what I was thinking. Something like that only makes sense for an actual couple.”

Yuisu fidgeted, wiggling her toes and fingers. She looked Haru in the eye, but looked away again and mumbled, “Well, do you want to try that? Dating, I mean. I know we’re not supposed to, but Agent Will said he was lax about that stuff…”

Haru blushed and looked away too. “I’m not gonna answer that while we’re both wet and cold and bruised. Let’s get dried off and warm, and then we’ll talk.”