The Golden Nest v1.03 With thanks to lewdanon. Tags: harpyxmimic, cunnilingus, anal, double penetration Based on: http://imgur.com/xcHsJGf Synopsis: A harpy and a mimic get it on. “Oooh, shiny!” said the feathery woman as she flapped her wings to halt her descent and come to a rest on the ground softly. “Shiny shiny! Want shiny!” she chirped, hopping across the rocky plateau towards the huge, open treasure chest. What could only be thousands of golden coins lay within it, sparkling in the light of the high sun. The harpy’s feathers were vibrant and lush, a beautiful bronze sheen on them, which had attracted plenty of suitors over the years. Her supple chest and substantial rear were only small bonuses on the side to males of her species. Despite the awkward loping motions she had to make to walk on her talons, she soon hobbled to the chest and leaned down to peek inside it. She inhaled deeply through her nose, wafting the scent of gold up to her nostrils with a colorful wing to bask in it. “Real shiny! Smells good! Want shiny!” she babbled in a musical tone, and she reached out with one of her talons to try and pull the chest by one of its handles. Unfortunately, it was so heavy that it was utterly beyond her light frame, which was made solely for flying. She hopped up and flapped her wings as hard as she could for a few seconds, and only managed to budge it an inch. Exhausted by her brief exertion, she fell onto the ground with a yelp and scrambled back onto her feet. “Shiny heavy! But want shiny…” she said, perching on one leg as her full lips twisted into a frown. After a few minutes of intense thought, she jolted out of her position and flapped her wings dramatically. “Raaaawk! Shiny new nest!” she said, immediately turning around and bending over to sit on top of the pile of gold. As she lowered her rump down, she froze when she felt something brush against her. She then spun around in a flash, wobbling side to side due to her ruined balance, but there was nothing in the chest aside from gold. She looked closely at the coins, but there was no trace of the offender. “Wind?” she asked aloud. After determining for certain that there was nothing inside the chest other than gold, the harpy sighed and began to sit down on the pile of gold again. This time, she felt nothing unusual, and happily settled in, wiggling her hips left and right to rearrange the coinage for a more comfortable spot. Clink-clink-clink the coins went as they spilled around, and eventually the collection of soft alloy currency had been positioned to her satisfaction, snug against her rear. The harpy sighed happily, content merely to enjoy the cool metal beneath her and glance down at it from time to time to get an eyeful of the brilliant coin. “Shiny, shiny, shiiiny, shiny, shiny-shiny!” she sang happily, no worries or cares in the world. So satisfied was she, that she quickly began to nod off, oblivious to the soft clinking of the specie below her that started to move on its own… Clink. Clink. Schhhhwing. Clink. Clink-clink. The coins shifted on their own underneath the flesh of the lovely winged woman, slowly forming cups around her lush buttocks. They moved in unison, squeezing them gently. In response to the stimulation, the harpy’s thick love mound slowly engorged and darkened with blood. Her slit widened, showing the pink of her inner folds, and a drop of viscous, clear fluid ran down from it, splashing onto the coinage. Her breathing accelerated as the gold began to move with more force, now very plainly groping her curves. The specie slowly accumulated around her, with a few coins stacking together to gently rub her flower up and down, eliciting the reflexive spreading of her thighs, which in turn emboldened the coins to vibrate against her. The feathered woman jolted upright with a loud caw and clambered out of the chest, a few coins sticking to her thighs from the light sweat on them while the rest fell off and back into the pile. “Shiny!?” she cawed, spinning to look at the loot in shock. As if in response, the chest lifted itself up on tiny hidden legs that ran down its sides, and the wealth inside of it began to clearly move on its own, forming what appeared to be a long, lustrous tongue that wagged up and down, as the lid of the chest grew teeth and waved back and forth. It began to breathe, long, slow inhales and exhales venting from inside of it. The harpy tilted her head in confusion. “Shiny? Box? Alive?” she asked as it slowly marched toward her. She was so bewildered that she did not even back away from it, her inattentive and single-minded brain struggling to process the situation. Her legs were spread in a wide stance, prepared to flee at a moment’s notice. The living treasure chest took advantage of this by stretching out its tongue to brush up against her soft and exposed vulva, vibrating gently against it. The woman’s face flushed furiously as the cool gold slowly rubbed against her sensitive place, her feeble attempts to comprehend the creature before her being ruined as a new thought entered her mind: shiny felt good. She instinctively bucked her hips against the tongue, which took the movement as permission to kick its vibrations up a notch in intensity and slide back and forth over her womanhood with much more fervor. “Oh! Shiny! Sex? Sexy shiny?” she sang as her arousal grew rapidly, her nipples on her heavy breasts hardening. Her juices quickly lubricated the gold coins en masse, and they began to make a loud slurp every time they rubbed against her. Her short, feathery tail lifted up as she reached down to hold onto the shifting mass of coinage, accepting it all with a shameful glee. “Shiny feel great! Ooooh!” The slow but forceful cunnilingus continued for a few minutes. Some of the gold pieces broke away from the main body and stacked on each other to form an orderly column of coins. The new appendage whirled and wound through the air with omnidirectional freedom, waving back and forth seductively. The harpy’s eyes lit up (in more ways than one) at the sight, and she grinned and backed off of the tongue to turn, bend her knees to squat down to the chest’s level, and stick her rear out, swinging her wide, egg-laying hips side to side in the same way she did to attract a mate. The thick stack of coins immediately shot forward and buried itself deep inside the harpy’s succulent ass. The stack was wet with the feathery lady’s sexual fluids, granting it easy entrance. It proceeded to pound her insides with lustful abandon, vibrating so hard inside of her that she felt the waves reaching the one most incredibly sensitive spot in her passage through her walls. The mimic’s hot breath washed over her rear and thighs, the warm breeze immensely comfortable on her sensitive skin. The bird-woman giggled and glanced back at the vibrating column with a pleasure-dazed look in her eyes. “Shiny rough! Sexy shiny rough!” she cawed gleefully, and the mimic answered her by jamming several more centimeters of gold into her soft colon. Her legs wobbled from the blissful pleasure, but her impressive sense of balance kept her on her feet. The tongue, slightly smaller now, moved in to continue licking her fat vulva with echoing slurps that went along with the wet squelches of her rear being reamed and her lusty moans and pants. A bit of drool ran down from her lips, and she was mumbling, “shiny, shiny, shiny, shiny, shiny!” in rhythm with the forceful thrusts of the coins into her rump. It was not long before the harpy’s body was overwhelmed by the powerful assault she endured, and the exotic woman emitted a prolonged, sultry moan as her flower clenched against the gold that rubbed it and her sphincter squeezed the metal within it. Her legs finally gave out and she fell back and down the sloped tongue, her eyes looking at nothing in particular due to the intensity of her orgasm. Her rump landed in the chest’s pile of gold again, the column in her rectum traveling much deeper as she came closer to the source of the coins, which only extended her climax. “Shiny, so shiny, so sexy…” the harpy panted, her eyes finally uncrossing only for a second living stack of coins to press up against her unfilled hole. She looked down at it, sweat running down her face. “Haha, shiny still horny?” she said with a hint of nervousness in her musical tone, adjusting her winged arms into a more comfortable position within the massive treasure chest. Her thighs rested on the outer rim of the chest, half sticking out and her knees and talons dangling down. “Me can go again. Me make mister Shiny Box feel good!” Without any hesitation, the fat column of gold shoved itself into her passage, vibrating with an equal intensity to the other one and immediately driving the lewd harpy into heat. “Shiny! So big shinies! All inside me!” she gasped, tongue waggling out as her hips rolled sensuously, her entire body bouncing upward from both of the stacks thrusting up and into her. They adopted an expert alternating rhythm, one pushing into her folds while the other slowly withdrew for a moment before pushing back into her again. Splurches echoed through the lonely plateau as both of her wet holes were violated. Two more tendrils made of coins moved up, slithering up her back and making her shiver and gasp at how cool they felt against her skin. They then coiled around her sides and wrapped around her heavy breasts twice, fondling them by tightening around them as well as rubbing her nipples with the tips of the columns. Their vibrations and ministrations added one more layer of incredible pleasure to the erotic woman. She gasped and panted uncontrollably, her eyes slowly drifting upward as the sheer sensation threatened to overwhelm her limited faculties. “Shiny! Oh shiny, harder! More! Unff, unff!” she cawed, rapidly approaching the threshold of her second orgasm, when the lid of the mimic suddenly closed down on top of her, engulfing her in mostly darkness except for the small crack it left for her legs through which light spilled. “Shiny?” she asked from inside the chest. “Shiny? Shiny? Oh! Shiny still sexy! Yes! More, shiny, more! Mo-hnnngurgbff!” Her caws of passion were suddenly cut off, replaced with muffled moans and the loudest repetitive and slick noise yet. Her talons closed shut tightly and her thighs spread even wider along the wooden rim, the pale teeth on the lid hovering just above her silky flesh. All that remained was the wet sounds of the intercourse, which persisted for what seemed like an eternity. As it went on, the heavy, powerful breaths of the mimic slowly accelerated in both heat and pace, and became moist and musky. The living chest began to slowly shake from within, and a few minutes later, the sound of some liquid rushing through something emitted from inside of it. Slosh, slosh, slosh. White fluid began to drizzle out from the rim of the chest, and also ran down the bird-woman’s legs. Some flew out from under the lid in huge streams, spilling all over the dry rock. After a few moments of this, the mimic stopped shaking, and the wet noises stopped. With a loud pop, the harpy’s cries were uncorked. “S-shiny! So dirty! So rough!” the woman gasped, panting uncontrollably. "Shiny great! Best shiny! Shiny be my nest?" A few moments of nothing but silence followed. “Shiny?!” she suddenly cawed with unmistakable shock in her voice. There were two wet noises, one after the other, and the harpy moaned from inside. Gold coins slowly spilled out of the mimic’s mouth, wrapping around the lewd feathered one’s thighs. They seized tight around her soft flesh and quickly yanked both of her legs inside the cavity, the lid snapping shut immediately, and a few bronze feathers shot out from between its closing lips that drifted lazily to the ground. Only the harpy’s sultry tone when she moaned or gasped gave any indication as to what was going on inside, except the occasional dripping of thick white juices from the keyhole.