Little Black Bestiary: Margarita the Harpy

 So this is my latest deal with https://www.littleblackbestiary.com.  Cyber Scherzo Studios is a gaming company who makes a bunch of games,  and their latest is a monstergirl dating app/site/game. They reached out  to me because my modern monstergirls dating stories were just what they  were looking for, so I’m basically hired on to write what I was writing  for fun anyway. Sweet deal if you ask me! 
 

Since  they can’t put out their games constantly, they want some supplementary  material out of me. They want stories about their characters/clients  going on dates and hooking up, just to keep eyes on them and drum up  attention. I may end up writing for their games eventually, but since  I’m basically advertising for them, I’m free to post the stories  anywhere I like. Consider checking them out at https://www.patreon.com/CyberScherzo. 
 

I’m even allowed to share their pics! Look forward to another post shortly with some pics of our girl Margarita, or you can check out their page for her and some other gals’ dating profiles. Art is commissioned by https://twitter.com/Weirdguy_Josh by them.

Jean  looked into a nearby shop window, checking his reflection for the 3rd  time since he'd left his apartment. He wasn’t vain, but he didn’t want  to look like a jackass. He was unsure of what to expect for this date  but wanted to at least try to hit it off right. He had found Margarita's  dating profile after searching Little Black Bestiary for a few days.  There hadn’t been much on her profile, but she was cute and he thought  it would be good to at least try LBB out. Going out with a girl who was  more on the human side of demi-humans felt like something he could get  used to quickly. She had been curt but sweet in her replies, and she had  quickly suggested setting up a day for them to go on a date. He took  that as a good sign, but it did leave him scrambling to figure out what  to talk about on the date. 
 

And there  she was. Perched on the back of a park bench was his date. Margarita was  a 3'7" hummingbird harpy with brightly colored feathers that were  mainly a brilliant blue. She had pink hair she kept boyishly short, her  features primarily human as a whole. Feathers grew in around her  shoulders and thighs, leading into delicate, bird-like feet and flexible  wings instead of arms.
 

Her bright  eyes darted about until she spotted Jean and they lit up with delight.  She jumped off the bench and beat her wings in mid-air, flapping fast  enough to be a blur on either side of her body. Kicking up a tiny  breeze, she flitted over until she hovered in front of his face.
 

"There you are!" she chimed excitedly. "Jean, right? From LBB?"
 

"You got it," he confirmed, breaking into a grin of his own. "I didn't have any trouble recognizing you."
 

"Just had trouble spotting my tiny ass in the first place!" Margarita laughed. 
 

She caught  Jean off guard as she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.  Everything about the speedy little beauty seemed determined to be fast.
 

"Good to meetcha. So where were we going?"
 

The small  harpy finally touched down beside him, thrusting her wing into his hand.  It seemed to be the closest she had to holding hands, and it was  flexible enough to wrap around most of his hand. Jean smiled at her  assertiveness that blitzed past any reservations he had. Speaking of...
 

"I've got a reservation at Eseil's. You ever been there?"
 

"Oh the  elvish place? I do love elf food. I keep flying by it but never tried.  This should be exciting! I always wanted to go visit the old elven  country..."
 

---
 

Margarita  kept up her energetic chatter, and Jean was content to listen to the  strange and fascinating little creature. She'd always let him speak when  he looked ready to, but she had plenty to say for herself. Jean was  glad to let her handle the talking, even if it left him feeling guilty  for not having much to say.
 

They  quickly reached Eseil's and were seated at their table. The place had a  naturalistic look with live trees and ivy growing inside the restaurant.  It created a slightly mystical air until an orc college student came to  take their order. Not that he was unpleasant in the slightest, but it  came as a surprise after all the elven atmosphere.
 

Jean  played it safe with the steak. Their L'turian chicken looked good but he  decided to hold off rather than risk offending his half-avian date.
 

"I'll have  the spicy noodle bowl off the petite menu," Margarita decided quickly,  speaking up almost as soon as Jean had finished giving his order,  leaving the waiter hurrying to keep up. "And an extra large cherry cola!  Please!"
 

Jean  nodded slightly to himself. That added up. When restaurants these days  served everyone from fairies to giants, serving sizes became a matter of  personal preference. And with Margarita being half hummingbird, all  that energy had to come from somewhere.
 

"Ooh, do we need seperate checks?" Margarita asked before the waiter left. "Cuz I can totally cover my half..."
 

Jean waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, that's fine. I've got it."
 

"Ah you're just being old-fashioned," the harpy protested. "I'm fine. Really."
 

"Then how about I pay for this one? You can cover us on the next date."
 

Margarita  smiled and seemed to accept that as she tucked her wings back to her  sides. The confidence that there would be a second date seemed to win  her over.
 

“Okay,  okay. Since you insist,” she teased cheerily. Jean figured this was as  good a setup as any. He recalled one of the sparse bits of information  from her profile. 
 

"So, your profile said you deliver flowers?"
 

"Yes! It's  great! I get to travel all over the city. The pay's not great, but it's  not like I need much at my size. Plus I can cover a lot of ground when  the only traffic I need to worry about is air traffic."
 

"That  sounds great for you. Not many can fly," Jean said as the drinks  arrived. He mentally kicked himself for being so blunt about stating the  obvious. “You must make people jealous with wings like that.”
 

Margarita leaned up on her tiny toes to pop her straw into her mouth and take a long sip as she nodded.
 

"And they  totally should be! It's amazing. Couldn't imagine life without ‘em. They  can be a pain to clean sometimes, but I love to travel and they make it  so much easier." 
 

Jean  smiled and listened to her ramble. Talking about herself seemed to make  her happy and she was definitely fascinating on top of being cute.
 

"So have you ever been out of the country?" she asked curiously. "You look like a worldly guy. And a cute one too."
 

Jean  laughed, blushing at her scatterbrained compliment. She certainly wasn't  one to waste time or words. "I went to Europe on a school trip once.  And I knew a guy who would buy pipeweed out in Canada. Does that count?"
 

"It's a start," Margarita giggled. "All the greatest journeys start with a single flap of the wings."
 

"So you must have gone everywhere by now, huh?"
 

"Not as  much as I'd like. I'm mostly good for short distances. I need to take a  plane like everyone else going overseas, and it's not as fun to travel  alone."
 

"Well I'd  be glad to keep you company. Maybe we could take a trip together  sometime," Jean offered. Her energetic side might have put some people  off, but he was getting good vibes off her.
 

"Oh, that  would be the best!" Margarita gushed, beaming as wide as her little  mouth could go. Jean saw some blush cross her lightly tanned skin as the  orc returned with their dishes, granting them some time to regroup from  their conversation. All things considered, it seemed to be going better  than any blind date Jean could recall.
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Their  dinner was nice, if a little mild for their tastes. Maybe the elven  palate took time to appreciate. Either that or it was overhyped. Their  conversation more than made up for it as Jean quickly learned to keep  pace with her. Her perky energy really was contagious, and the human  found it hard to keep a goofy grin off his face through most of their  date.
 

The sun  was setting as they walked off their meal. They didn't have a particular  destination in mind; Jean just wanted to draw out their time together  on the simple but charming date.
 

"So how did you give them to her?" Jean asked.
 

"I just...  did! They must have ordered the wrong size, because it's a full-on  bouquet! The lady's like half the size of this thing, so I just..."
 

Margarita gave a broad gesture with her wings like she was dropping something at her feet. 
 

"There ya go.' What was I supposed to do? Squash her with them?"
 

Jean snickered at the harpy's story as she glanced up at the sky.
 

"Damn. It’s starting getting a little late, isn't it?" she asked.
 

"Yea. Time flies. Nearly as fast you, huh?" 
 

Cheesy, but she seemed to like it. Margarita giggled and glanced up at her date.
 

"So were you walking home? Or maybe you'd rather spend the night at my place." 
 

The short  monstergirl flashed him a wink that dispelled the possibility of it  being anything but flirting. She certainly did work fast. Jean's heart  and mind raced at the tempting offer, slightly afraid that she thought  he was cute but not much beyond that. Maybe this was just how Margarita  usually operated. For his part though, he wanted to leave a good  impression and make this into something that would last rather than a  one-night stand. 
 

"I'd love  to, but I need to get up early to work tomorrow morning," he admitted.  He bit his tongue on the matter of always hearing hooking up on the  first date was a pretty risky move. He moved to salvage it before she  could be offended though. "But! We should definitely meet up again. What  days are you free?"
 

Margarita  smiled and stopped her short, hopping walk to study him for a moment.  "Well aren't you sweet? My Fridays and weekends are pretty open. Would  either of those work?."
 

"Next Friday then? We can meet up at your place or wherever. I can message you on the app with details." 
 

"Sounds  perfect!" the harpy agreed quickly. Her eyes darted away from him and  down the road. Jean followed her gaze. There was a photobooth on the  corner. A well-maintained novelty left over from before everyone had  cell phones.
 

"Hey! Let's duck in here! I'll give you somethin' to remember me by 'til then!" 
 

Margarita  fired up her wings, flying up to his arm and grabbing his sleeve with  her tiny talons. She tugged firmly enough that Jean followed her inside  the booth, tugging the curtain shut behind them. She fished into the  pockets of her shorts and popped a few coins into the machine.
 

"Alright. This should be cute," Jean chuckled. "You must really want that photo."
 

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the photo," Margarita giggled, her wing muscle squeezing his hand before releasing him
 

She kissed  her date on the cheek as the first photo snapped, showing his blushing  reaction. She tossed her wings around him in a sweet hug, beaming widely  as he hugged her back for the next. He kissed her back just in time for  the third to catch their lips meeting in a sweet smooch.
 

The  fourth, however, had a pink blur to it as her head went diving down  towards his lap. Margarita was nowhere else to be seen in the shot,  though Jean’s surprised expression implied where she had gone. Margarita  had buried her face into his lap, giggling as she nuzzled into his  crotch like she had suddenly decided on something more interesting than  the picture.
 

Jean gave a  soft gasp as her purring lips delicately undid the button on his pants.  The clever digits of one avian leg proceeded to his fly and unzipped  that as well.
 

"Just a  little forgetmenot," Margarita giggled, lifting herself up to kiss his  lips again. She then hopped backward, dropping to the floor as her wings  tugged persistently at his pants. Jean helped her slide his pants and  boxers down to expose his now stiffly excited dick.
 

The harpy  leaned into his lap, confidently meeting Jean's eyes as she started to  kiss around his cock’s head. Her wings rested on his legs, keeping  herself steady as her tiny smooches made his skin tingle with pleasure  wherever her miniature mouth pecked. 
 

With a coy  look in her eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as it could go. It was  naturally smaller than any human's, but it didn't stop her from wolfing  down his cock. It couldn't fit all the way but it was a warm and tight  enough fit that Jean couldn't care less. She moaned and drooled as she  bobbed her head, giving him a sweet and sloppy blowjob behind the thin  veil of the photobooth's privacy curtain.
 

Jean  moaned under his breath, trying not to draw the attention of any passing  strangers. Rita kept on sucking, unphased by the risk of being caught  (or perhaps even excited by it).
 

The real  surprise was when she brought her tongue into it. It was long and  slender, moving extremely quickly in and out of her mouth. She watched  him staring at her rapid-fire licking, moving at phenomenal speed so  that it felt like her mouth was vibrating as it rubbed around his dick.  She acted as if she were drinking the nectar from his cock. Apparently,  she had more hummingbird to her than just her wings and feet. 
 

Jean  grunted and squeezed her tightly with his legs as he quickly climaxed  inside her mouth. Margarita pursed her lips to seal around his cock,  noisily slurping and sucking up his seed as fast as he could deliver it.  Her slender body bobbed from his thrusts but she kept herself steady  enough to take his entire load. Jean had no idea where she put it all in  that tiny body, but she smiled at him as he finished. Her tongue  flicked rapidly over her lips, lapping up any lingering drops of cum  that had escaped.
 

"Thought  you'd like that," the harpy said with an impish grin. "Look, handsome.  It's fine if you don't wanna come back to my place, but I'm not the type  to leave my date with blue balls."
 

"Thanks," Jean sighed. "For all of that. Just a blanket statement of a thanks."
 

Margarita  giggled and planted another kiss on his cock before fluttering up to sit  beside him, nuzzling up against his arm affectionately.
 

"It's  alright. Like you said; I'll get you next time." Her grin was confident  and positively seductive. Jean strongly entertained the idea of calling  off work tomorrow but at least he’d have something to look forward to.
 

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Over the  next couple weeks, Jean and Margarita went on several more dates. The  harpy remained fun and interesting enough to keep him coming back for  more while she respected his wishes to take things slow when it came to  sex. Her sexy blowjob from their first date still lingered in the back  of Jean's mind, and before long he was researching just how compatible a  human and a creature of her size would operate in bed. From all he  read, they were surprisingly compatible.
 

It finally felt like the right time to invite her to spend the night at his place.
 

The plan  was just for a comfy night together. They fired up a movie while they  ate Jean's homemade sweet and sour chicken on the couch. Rita had  greenlit poultry as fair game on their second date; even if she wasn't  mostly human, birds ate other birds all the time.
 

The movie  was forgetably fine, but he and Rita kept sneaking glances at each  other. They'd smile knowingly when they met each other's eyes, silently  knowing that tonight was the night. The movie had barely hit the credits  when Jean turned it off. 
 

"So, did you want to check out the bedroom?" he offered as he rose off the couch.
 

"Absolutely," Margarita chimed.
 

She  hovered up beside him and gently wrapped her talons around his hand,  letting her bigger boyfriend take the lead. Jean was starting to pick up  her strange little body language. She was always a little bouncy and  perky, but the way her smile reached her eyes and the extra bit of  puffiness to her feathers showed she was downright excited for tonight.
 

Jean  guided her to the bed, letting her stand on it in front of him. It  evened out their height difference, only having to bend slightly to kiss  the perching harpy. She cooed gently and wrapped her wings around his  body, holding him close as her familiar tongue flicked and tickled his  own. He unclasped Rita’s tiny top for her, letting it drop from her  shoulders and onto the floor.
 

Margarita  shifted here and there as she let him undress her and explore her body.  Her avian features were mostly out in the open, and underneath her  shorts and top were just a short but curvy woman’s body. Her  tomato-sized breasts looked bigger than they were on her slender frame,  perky and squeezably soft apart from her very hard nipples. A tiny,  carefully tended patch of pink pubic hair drew the eye to the  tight-lipped pussy between her feathered thighs. Even the grinning,  giddy harpy shifted her weight between her bird-like feet. She swayed  her hips as she seemed to wait for a reaction to their first time fully  naked together.
 

“God, you’re sexy,” Jean sighed as he finished undressing and climbed into bed with her.
 

Margarita  couldn’t contain her excitement for long. The tiny tomboy threw herself  into his arms, kissing him hungrily as her breasts mashed against his  chest. Her light weight was still enough to urge Jean onto his back as  he let her aggressively make out with him. her warm crotch and feathery  thighs rubbed against his stomach. It was like her body was too eager to  realize it was too short to reach his dick while their lips were locked  together. Her tongue continued to flick rapidly inside his mouth,  teasing his tongue to draw out moans and sighs from her lover.
 

“You are so cute,” she cooed as she brushed her soft wing along his cheeks.
 

“You’re the cute one here, tiny,” Jean teased playfully.
 

He used  the freedom she’d given his mouth by latching onto one of her little  morsels of a breast. Rita gave a shrill squeal of pent up glee,  squeezing her avian legs around Jean’s midsection as she arched her  back. He brought his hand up to her chest, stroking gently over the  feathers of her underarm before moving on to her other breast. His thumb  alone was enough to cover most of her tit, grasping her entire torso  with one hand as she moaned and purred in his arms.
 

“Fuck yes,” Margarita sighed. Her feathers ruffled as she shuddered with pleasure. “I’ve been waiting for this…”
 

“Me too,” Jean mused, his breath blowing across her hard, wet nipple.
 

Margarita  brushed her wings against his cheek once more before she scooted  backward on her knees. The feathers on her legs tickled against his  cock, trailing a bit of precum on the colorful patterns. Jean couldn’t  think of anything else but her right now, but a small part of his brain  knew he’d have to help her clean that off her later.
 

Margarita’s  perked ass rubbed against his cock next, grinding there briefly before  she slid further down. She finally sat in his lap, resting his  comparatively oversized dick against her womanhood. Even the ever-hyper  harpy took a moment to savor the moment before she pressed her hips into  him.
 

He could  see the euphoria on the harpy’s face as she took his cock inside her.  The subtle pricking of her talons against his legs was nothing compared  to the tight warmth of her pussy squeezing around his cockhead.  Margarita gave a soft, shrill gasp as her mouth hung open and her eyes  fluttered along with her wings. Her tight little hips gyrated as she  slowly worked herself lower and urged him slowly deeper with every  thrust.
 

“Ohhhh yes. Fuck, you’re so big…” the winged shortstack purred in mindless pleasure.
 

“You alright?” Jean asked, running his hands up her sides and over her breasts. “Not too big, right?
 

“Oh I’m  lovin’ this,” Margarita groaned loudly. She threw her head back and bit  her lip as she pushed herself a little deeper. She could only take about  half of Jean’s dick inside her, but that seemed to be blowing her mind.  Her slender legs pushed against the bed to bounce herself on his rod as  rapidly and enthusiastically as she did everything else. Jean felt glad  he’d kept his hands around her middle or she seemed like she’d have  popped right off him without him holding her steady.
 

Rita’s wings flexed and flapped as she started to pant and squirm in his grasp.
 

“Almost… so good,” she mewled witlessly. Margarita’s eyes opened in a weary, half-lidded gaze.
 

“Let go for a sec, babe,” she urged. “I need this…”
 

Jean  released her before he knew what she was talking about. He didn’t want  to hurt her, but it felt so amazing to have the horny little woman  writhing on his cock. To his surprise, she started to beat her wings in  the rapid-fire buzz he’d come to associate with her. She flew a few  inches into the air, hovering just above his lap with his dick just  barely left inside her.
 

She let  out shrill, lusty grunts as she began to hover up and down, riding his  dick by flying in mid-air. It had a strangely light touch to it, despite  how tight a fit it was. Jean wasn’t exactly a playboy, so it was  completely new to him to be fucked by a girl who could defy gravity. It  gave her entire body a subtle vibration, as if she was some sort of  levitating sex toy riding his cock.
 

“Oh yes!  Fuck yes!” Margarita chanted. The extra bit of control she had while  flying let her ride him just how she wanted, getting a little more  leverage to stuff his cock inside her. His precum leaked out of her  tight slit as sweat ran down her overclocked little body. Jean cupped  her ass cheeks, helping pull her down onto his shaft until she finally  bit her lip and let out a long, shrill whine.
 

“Ohmygodohymygodyesssss~!”  she rambled. Her contagious excitement caught Jean as well as he pulled  hard on her soft and slender hips, burying himself inside his flying  angel and cumming as deep as he could reach inside her petite form. It  overflowed past her leg feathers, and the extra bit of pressure and  stickiness inside her got her to shiver rapidly. Her wings froze up,  flexing covetously around herself like a shawl as she vibrated on top of  his cock, pushing her full weight down on top of it as she squirted her  own warm juices over him in return.
 

“That was  so good,” Jean sighed, stroking one of her feathered wings. Rita was  still balled up in her wings, but she bit her lip and nodded as she  tried to catch up with her intense sensations for the next couple  minutes.
 

“Need a  hand?” Jean asked after letting her quietly shudder for a few seconds.  She nodded her red face sheepishly. Jean smiled and lifted her  lightweight body off him, cuddling her close to his chest. Neither of  them seemed to mind all the sweat of his cum leaking out of her  overflowing pussy as they snuggled up together.
 

“Really good,” Margarita finally sighed when she caught her breath.
 

“Not often  anything can leave you speechless,” Jean teased as he nuzzled her nose.  Rita pouted before flicking out her tongue to tap him on the nose.
 

“Very  funny, wise guy.” She broke into a grin as she nestled herself into the  crook of his arm. “But it was great. I can’t wait ‘til next time. Once  I’m…”
 

Margarita paused to shiver as an aftershock of her orgasm rippled through her.
 

“A little more rested,” she finished weakly.
 

“Maybe  we’ll try something special when we take that trip together,” Jean  offered as he ran his fingers through her short pink hair. She shut her  eyes as she rested against him contentedly.
 

“Going anywhere and up for trying everything in bed… my kind of guy,” the harpy sighed.