"Me Jen, jus' like always." her father said.
"WHAT!?" Jen yelled.
"What you so upset about? It's always been this way since you hit puberty." he said.
"But why?"
"Jen, wake up girl, I'm gettin' worried, you know it's been this way so your eggs won't actually hatch into
real chicks. Once you turn 18 and get married, then you'll get to have sex with your own boyfriend and have
children. Unless a course, yur willin' to mate with a real cock, but I'm sure my princess would never mate
with a dirty animal."
"No... This isn't right... Why is this happening to me!?" Jen yelled, trying to run, flapping her wings to
trying to fly away. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Her father grabbed her by the wings, and took her inside
the small house. There was a circular bed in the middle, sort of like a nest, but with wood instead of twigs,
and a circular mattress. Her dad threw her on the bed and used a shackle connected to the bed to prevent her
from moving away.
"Hmph, haven't had to use this in ages." he said. He took off his pants and underwear, revealing his 12 inch
throbbing penis.
"No... no... NO!" Jen yelled, she began to cry. "Don't do this to me!"
"Jen, you know we have to, the cost of your eggs make up most of the profit of our farm." he said, with that
he thrust his penis into Jen's modified half chicken clit. The feeling of him moving it back and forth within
her gave her a strange and alien feeling. It felt good, but it made her feel weak, which ate her on the
inside. Then there was the semen flowing through the inside of her body, feeling it flow through her body made
her feel even more pleasure, but at the same time, even weaker. She hated and loved this moment at the same
time. She never wanted to experience this again. She decided she'd never have sex with her father again,
despite whatever he may say. Finally, it was over, and Jen was on the mattress lying on her back, her legs
spread open and bent back. Her vagina had some cum seeping out, and her beak was open, gasping for air. Her
dad started walking out.
"Sorry Jen, but you know we have to. I'll be back to get the eggs tomorrow morning." her father said. And with
that, he walked out and locked the door.
"What am I going to do until tomorrow?" she asked herself. It was barely 8 AM, why did she have to stay locked
in here? There was a bookshelf in the house, and another computer. Perhaps this is what she was left with to
be entertained until tomorrow? Feeling miserable, she got on another pole she found behind the bed, like the
one in her room, and cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, it was...