Stitched Together: Scarecrow Harpy smut

This is a story I came up with after seeing Izzi Kat's amazing scarecrow harpy artwork. I found her artwork very helpful to writing MGs most people wouldn't think about. Story is straight vanilla with a monster girl. Fetishes include cowgirl, cute mutes, patchwork monster girls, harpies, and nuzzling/cuddles.

>The wind rustled through the autumn air, sending leaves into the sky. I could hear the quiet croaking of frogs in the distance as I made my way towards the old farm house. An old witch used to live in this part of the countryside, but she died about a year ago. The place had always been kind of desolate at the best of times, but with her gone, it gave the place an even greater feeling of stillness.

>I was alone. I had been coming by this place for a couple years before the previous owner passed. Always curious about the old crow witch’s strange cottage, or the odd noises and cackles that came from her farm house on the night of Samhain. She was a devious old bird, but I had liked her. She came to the village often, and helped pregnant women deliver their children or tended to the sick too poor to afford the village doctor.  She was kind in her way, but not to be trifled with. Men had gone to the farm before trying to learn her secrets only to come back the next day drained of most of their energy, their skin pale and their memories hazy.

>Still, it had been depressing when one day I called upon her house to give her some groceries only to find she had calmly passed in the quiet of the night.  I liked her good bit. She was always nice to me.

>Ever since her death, I’d been coming here to watch over her place, and to take care of Nowi. Nowi was the witch’s daughter. We had gotten a lot closer ever since her mom’s death. I often came by to take care of her and give her food.

>The wind seemed to still and the darkness began to press around me as the sun disappeared over the horizon. Luckily I had brought a gaslight torch so I wouldn’t be blind in the dark. I could see the witch’s old garden, with a familiar scarecrow propped up on a stick. The scarecrow was created in the form of a harpy, much like the farmstead’s previous owner. She had a pair of long black wings and a complementary set of tail feathers on her rear, constructed from old feathers from the witch herself. While a normal harpy would have a large set of talons, her legs remained very human-like until terminating into a set of big, poofy oversized plush bird claws.  A cute pair of button eyes and an orange, beak shaped nose gave the face a playful if doll like appearance. Her mouth was sewn shut into a playful smile, but some of the more superstitious villagers claimed it changed expressions if you looked close enough. Her clothes were made of a patchwork set of old rags and quilts patched into a dress. Perched on top of her short, straw hair bobcut was a straw hat with a black crow’s feather tucked in the hat band.

> A lot of the villager’s found the scarecrow disturbing. “Lifelike” they said. “Bewitched by demons” they said. I thought she was rather pretty in her unique, odd way. The oddest part of the scarecrow’s features was her skin. Where it was visible, it didn’t seem loose and baggy. It was taut, and muscle-like structures could be seen in the arms and legs. The face even seemed lifelike, aside from the strange eyes and nose.  She had a quality of realness to her that even the villagers couldn’t deny. It was part of the reason no one came out to the witch’s cottage. I thought they were silly. The scarecrow couldn’t hurt anyone.  I knew that better than anybody.

>The wind caught up again and I coughed as a couple leaves got stuck to my face. Damn allergies. Wish it wasn’t so chilly out here. It isn’t even winter yet and I’m already beginning to get cold. I hear a fluttering noise, as though a bird flew into the sky. But there haven’t seen or heard any birds since I arrived… When I look back up somethings missing. The field is empty. No scarecrow. The hell?  Where did she go?

>I turn around. The moon is high in the sky and shining down upon me. That coupled with the lantern I’m holding gives me a pretty good view of my surroundings. I don’t see where someone could have run off with the scarecrow. Nothing in the gardens, nothing in the wheat field, I don’t see anything around the cottage. ..The barn!

> The scarecrow is on top of the barn. Wings spread wide, giving it a menacing silhouette against the moon. She tilts her head to the side, as though she’s observing my movements. I begin to back away, stepping backwards into the wheat fields. Instinct took over and I started to run.  I turn around and look over my shoulder in time to see the patchwork harpy gracefully plunge off the barn. With just a couple flaps, the scarecrow harpy is almost upon me. I rush through the wheat, the long golden strands becoming a blur as I run through the field. I can hear her gaining on me, her wings flapping harder as she approaches me. I try zigzagging left and right through the field to confuse her. If I can just make it to the end of the field…

>My thoughts come to a screeching halt when the scarecrow slams into me, knocking me on my back. The lantern rockets out of my hand and breaks on the ground, snuffing the flame. It’s dark, but I can still see my captor in the moonlight as she climbs onto my body. I look up into her cold, button eyes , that mocking patchwork grin adding a nightmarish other layer to the winged ragamuffin’s appearance. The creature stares at me for a moment… and then lunges forward to nuzzle my cheeks with her face. The scarecrow makes a satisfied cooing sound as she rubs her cheeks over mine. She presses her chest into me as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips feel surprisingly warm and I lose myself in them for a bit as she wraps her wings around me.

>After a moment I break the kiss. “Jeez Nowi, you scared the hell out of me! I know you like a little exercise before you eat, but when you come barreling at me that fast, it freaks me out!”

>She let out an apologetic sound and kisses me on the cheek. She’s so cute; it’s hard to stay mad at her.
“I missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in a couple of days… I was taking care of something important in town.”
Nowi gives me a cheerful chirp and continues to nuzzle me. It’s just the two of us in the wheat field. Our only company the moonlight and the quiet chirping of some nearby crickets. We just lay there for a bit, enjoying each others company.
“Hey…I know you haven’t seen me in a while. Are you hungry? She eagerly bobs her head up and down. Nowi is a harpy homunculus; she needs spiritual energy to survive. She would usually get it from the witch’s potions but since she wasn’t around anymore, she had to depend on me.  Men’s semen contained enough to keep her alive and happy. She could store it for a while, but I still needed to come by regularly to make sure she was well fed.

>She quickly tosses her patchwork dress over her head and begins to rip off my clothing. I take the time to sit back and enjoy her figure. Much like I mentioned earlier, her skin and muscles seem to be almost human, with sewn vivid patches of different color making her body into several unique shades stitched next to each other. She has a smooth pink waist and tummy. Her stomach almost had a toned look with a jagged stitch running down the middle that resembled some kind of belly button. Her modest, perky breasts lacked nipples, but instead had a set of cute little pink hearts as artificial areolas.  As my gaze lowers past her hips and to her mound I note the zipper covering her womanhood. Nowi kept it closed when not in use to make sure none of my tasty energy leaked out after we were done. She was so busy undressing me; she didn’t see my hand dart underneath her and quickly unzip her womanhood. She gasps and lets out a chiding noise, a dull blue blush shining across her face.
>“Hey if you are gonna tear my clothes off, the least I can do is unzip you.”
>She pouts and I rub my hand over her cheek. “You’re so sensitive. I think it’s kinda cute. Are you a little miffed I couldn’t drop by sooner?”
>Nowi crosses her arms and lets out a huff, but I can tell she is just playing hard to get.
>“Then let me make it up to you.”
>I roll her onto her back and she let out a squeak in mock protest. Stroking her clit, I look up at her to gauge her reactions. She’s has her wings spread around her face so I can’t see her expression. For such a lewd creature, she gets embarrassed really easily. I begin to stroke my tongue over her clit, licking her up and down. She gasps, her breathe coming out in ragged breaths.  I stop and tilt my head to the side. She uncovers her face slightly, just enough so I can make out her blushing face. Nowi lets out an annoyed sound.
>“If you don’t want me to see you, then maybe I should st…”my sentence goes unfinished as she pushes my face into her womanhood. I take it as sign I’m doing a good job. I swirl my tongue around her insides. She arches her back and lets out a ragged moan and warm juices splashes over my face. Nowi wipes off my face with her wings. She coos as she pulls me into a hug, kissing me with her stitched lips.
>“Glad you enjoyed that, so I guess-ack!” Nowi flipped me on my back, reversing our positions. Now she’s straddling me, aligning herself over my manhood. She gives a playful chirp and then slides myself inside of her. I don’t know what the old witch did to craft Nowi, but she feels just as real as any normal woman. She moans slightly at the insertion before placing her wings on my chest to steady herself. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. We both know what we want to happen. She begins to buck furiously up and down on my cock, her tight ass slapping against me. She looks upward, unable to contain her pleasure and lost in the moment. I gently rub my hands over her breasts before squeezing her little hearts. Nowi gasps and pulls herself down over my chest so she can buck even more fiercely. I can’t take it anymore, she’s riding too fast. Luckily, Nowi is getting close as well.  I pull my arms around her back, pinning her to me. We both cry out as we orgasm, her insides flooded with my seed.

>She gasps again, bucking weakly to take in every last drop. Finally she stops, her body lying on top of me, her head buried in the crook of my neck. We just lay there like that for a moment, connected. It’s our little ritual. Affirmation that we belong together, nothing else matters but the two of us. At least for a little while. After a bit, she looks up at me and lets out a questioning sound.
>“Yeah we should probably go inside. I’m beginning to get cold.”
>She nods her head. But when she tries to stand up, she lets out a shriek and tumbles to the ground.  One of her legs came undone. This always happens when she overexerts herself.

>I don’t bother saying anything. This has happened too many times. No amount of chiding is going to get her to take it easy. It doesn’t take me long to redress myself and grab my backpack. I hand her the leg and scoop her up in a bridal carry. She tries to mutter an unintelligible apology, but I shush her and give her a kiss on the forehead. “It’s okay. I get it. It’s just a part of who you are. You don’t have any reason to apologize.”
>She nuzzles up to my neck and coos. I know she hates it when she falls apart on me, but it isn’t a big deal. I’ve gotten used to fixing her. I walk into the old farm house and set her down on her bed. I lay Nowi on the bed and pull out my sewing kit. I’m a tailor by trade. Maybe sometimes that’s why I feel it’s fate we found each other.  The legs break is fairly clean along the stitch; I just resew it with some stronger thread I purchased from an elf merchant. Hopefully, it will keep longer than the last one.
>“Here, test it out.”
>Nowi jumps onto the floor and moves around for a bit, flexing the leg up and down to check for tears or weak spots. Satisfied with my handiwork, she pulls me into a hug and gives me a peck on the cheek. She hops around playfully for a bit, admiring the strength in her reattached leg.

>“Nowi, we need to talk about something serious.” She chirps quizzically and climbs onto my lap. “There was a reason you didn’t see me for a while. I was packing up my things. I sold my house and I’m planning on moving out here to be with you. If you’ll have me of course.”
>Nowi turned and looked up into my face.  It wasn’t exactly easy for me to tell her emotions at times. She usually had to convey it with body language. She just stared at me for a moment. It made me feel uncomfortable. Then she began to chirp rapidly while kissing me all up and down my face.
>“Hahaha, I take that as a yes!”
>Nowi pinned me to the bed and threw off her dress. She began tossing my clothes off as fast as she could. “Nowi, you just ate, you can’t already be hungry again!”
>She shook her head, then pointed a wing to me and then pointed back to her heart.
>I drew her into a hug. “I know. I love you too”

>We spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms. I don’t know what possessed the witch to create Nowi. But I silently said a prayer for her soul wherever it went every night. I can never thank her enough for giving me the love of my life.