Harpy Daughteru

>Be alone in your apartment minding your own business
>playing vidya games and what not, not a care in the world
>Suddenly hear a knocking upon your door
> Quoth the raven?
>Get up and investigate source of the disturbance
>Open your door only to find nobody there
>damn kids from down the hall must be running wild again
>About to slam door shut when you notice something odd on the floor
>its an egg
>a really big multi colored egg, bigger than a basketball
>notice a note taped to the top of it
>”Keep her warm”
>Bring it in for some reason, immediately ask the almighty god google for answers
>Find out it’s a monster girl egg
>Extremely odd, seeing as there are very few monster girls in your city
>Unable to identify what kind
> hopefully you get cool moster girl dragon daughtaru
>Hatch cunning plan to raise cock loving dragon daughteru to service you everyday
>Gather blankets and scarves and make an impromptu nest for egg
>Get your only lamp and shine it directly on the egg
>hopefully this works
>Days pass
>wake up to hear the distinct sound of a shell cracking
>its time
>dash to the impromptu nest you made in your living to find mass of feathers and mewling baby
>that aint no dragon
>that’s a harpy

>Panic attack
>Didn’t prepare for a harpy baby
>harpy breaks its way out of shell, falls out and rolls to the floor, flopping its wings widely and floundering and on the floor
>looks confused and scared, searches room for anything recognizable
>Suddenly spots you, only other occupant in the room
>lock eyes
>immediately starts crying
>Rush over and gingerly pick her up, cradling her in your arms
> Harpy baby monster girl latches onto to you, trying to bury its face into your chest
>she’s shivering
>Finally get the hint and get a towel from the bathroom and wrap her up burrito style
> Bueno
>Harpy baby starts to calm down, only sniffles and whimpers now
>She’s got green eyes, brown hair, and brown feathers, and huge ass black talons that stick out from towel
>totally unprepared for this
>Harpy daughteru eyes get heavier, falls asleep in your arms
>Better think of a name for new Harpy msg Daughteru

>Months pass
>Harpy daughteru spends time flapping its wings about and trying to fly across rooms
>Can only manage to flutter or glide for a bit before getting tired
>Give words of encouragement to her
>She gives a determined expression, redoubles her efforts
>meanwhile do background research on harpies
>They mature fast, defensive mechanism out in the wild
>Brittle bones but super light, good for flying
>Air heads
>Consider enrolling her into school
>She’s technically already eligible
>Only human schools available though
>Hopefully she doesn’t get picked on
>Call up elementary school and tell them the situation
>School seems hesitant, “not the right environment, not the right facilities, blah blah blah”
>Spout some bullshit about no child left behind whatever
>Seems to work, school says she can start on Monday
>Go to Harpy daughteru
>Shes busy on the couch prepping for take off
>Tell her that she’ll be going to school
>Harpy daughteru gives look of shock before suddenly launching herself into your face
>Wraps wings around your neck, feathers and hair in your mouth
>She’s beyond estatic, wants a pretty backpack and not the shitty rose-art crayons
>Promise to go shopping for her tomorrow
>Harpy daughteru squeezes tighter, squealing with excitement
>”You’re the best Daddy!”
>Gently pat her head

>More months pass
>pick her up from school
>she could fly home but you don’t like the idea of her flying across town
>She says your car and says goodbye to her friends as she flutters over to you
>you open the door for her as she hops in
>She’s still wobbly walking on her own two talons so she flops into the car seat, folding her wings in as you buckle her up
>She seems quite today
>Drive home in silence, radio playing reruns again
>”Daddy, do I have a mommy?”
>panic sweat, knuckles go whites
>oh shit shes asking the big questions now
>ask her why she wants to know
>She stares out car window, watching the people go by
>”All the other kids at school have their mommys pick them up. And you never talk about mommy and I’ve never seen a picture of mommy. Does that mean I don’t have a mommy?”
>Panic more, shes way too young to know about the truth
>white lie time
>You tell her that mommy is away on a long trip, and it might be a while before she finally gets back home
>Harpy Daugtheru suddenly perks up, looks at you with hopeful expression
>”Does that mean that mommy will come home soon?”
>Feel a lump in your throat as you answer back
>You don’t know when mommy will be home
>Harpy dautheru’s expression slowly drains as she continues staring out the window
>The ride home is even more silent save for the reruns on the radio

>Years pass
>Get a call from school at your work
>”Excuse me sir, theres no need for alarm, but your daughter appears to be ill…
>clock out early and sprint to car
>need for speed into traffic, flicking off old laides as you pass them
>Arrive at middle school, drift into parallel parking spot and dash into building and find main office
>Find harpy daughteru with sick expression on her face, slumped in chair clutching her stomach
>One of the staff walks up to you and explains the situation
>She just started having cramps in class and then hyperventilating
>Feel a talon tug on your pants leg
>Turn around to see Harpy Daughteru, looks like shes about to throw up
>”Dad, I just want to go home”
>Dad mode initiate
>Sign her out of school, pick her up princess style and carry her to your car
>Can feel her breathing heavily on your neck
>Strap her into car and bolt home, ask her whats wrong,
>”My stomach feels really funny”
>Start freaking out, ask her what she ate, if she had an allergy attack, drank the milk in the back of the fridge
>”No dad!” She says with a irritated expression. “It hurts…down there.”
>She points with her wing nub to her hips, you notice a slight blush on her face as she points it out
>Oh god no
>Pedal to the medal now

>Park the car and princess carry her inside your house
>Gently place her on the bed, propping pillows up behind her
>”Dad, whats happening to me?” she asks in a light head tone
>Her body is shaking now, slight convulsions as she breaths heavily, groaning loudly
>Get a cloth and wet it, place it on her head, it’s the least you can do
>panic panic panic panic panic
>Brilliant idea pops into your head
>hope onto computer and type into youtube
>’how to lay harpy egg’
>Watch first video in play list, skip through some bits but get a general idea
>Return back to harpy daughteru an educated man, tell her that you’re going to help
>She merely nods as her body convulses again
>You pray to every god or demon out there to forgive you for what your about to do next
>You unbutton her jeans and tug them off, pulling her underwear off as well
>Shes panicking, madly blushing and fluttering her wings in your face
>”What the hell are you doing Dad!?”
>Tell her to relax and let whats happening happen
>Get behind her and hug her from behind, one arm wrapped around her while the other massages her pelvis dowands
>Harpy daughter stops struggling and gasps loudly, before relaxing in her arms, her body goes limp as her breathing staggers
>ask her if that helps
>”Y-yeah…working” harpy daughter replies with a hushed tone, her eyes in haze
> Her body suddenly convulses again, she gasps for air
>here it comes
>Pray to the various lords to forgive as you as you spread your own daughter
>egg comes out and plops onto the bed
>the first time is always the hardest, but your harpy daughter is finally growing up
>You’ll have to teach her about her own body and what she needs to do when this happens
>Harpy Daughteru relaxes in your arms, her breathing growing softer
>”Thanks dad…”she whispers as she snuggles up to you
>Make a quip about having scrambled eggs for breakfast tomorrow
>She elbows you in the stomach

>Some more years pass
>Harpy Daughteru is doing fine in high school
>You try not to pry into her social life but you still worry about her
>Harpy Daughteru comes home with black hair now
>father mode kicks in
>Ask her why she did it and who talked her into it
>Harpy daughter yells at you to mind your own business
>She flutters past you and locks herself in her own room
>let out a heavy sigh
>Harpy daughter is much more distant with you, don’t hang out like you normally did
>Give up and start making dinner, set out an extra plate for her
>sit at the table and patiently wait for her to come out
>an hour passes before you hear a distant rumbling emitting from her room, she finally comes out and sees you sitting at the table with food
>she sits down, you smile at her and prepare to reheat the food again
>She dosnt say anything as you put her plate into the microwave first
>suddenly blurts out
>”I want a dress!” she exclaims loudly at you
>that shocks you
>You ask her why with a bewildered look
>She blushes suddenly, look away as she explains
>”I got invited to prom” she says as a matter of factly
>Did a boy invite you? Begin to wonder where the nearest gun store is
>She looks at you, blushing even more
>”No! My friends invited me! And…I…wanna look pretty…” she says looking solemn tone
>chuckle as you set her plate down before her
>Of course she can have a dress
>Her eyes light up with happiness, tackle hugs into you in an explosion of feathers
>”Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she says giddly.
>Make an effort to go dress shopping tomorrow
>Incredibly hard to go find dress for harpy
>Eventually settle on a white knee length party dress, strapless so she can use her wings
>Sets you back but you’d do anything to make your daughteru happy
>Big day finally comes
>She promises to be home by midnight as she flies off to the school
>cant help but have this worrying feeling in your gut

>Only an hour passes
>Get a cell phone call
>Its from Harpy Daughteru
>Answer it and ask her if shes having fun
>”Pick me up now.” She says in an expressionless tone
>Worried, you ask her whats wrong
>”Nothing…I just want to go home now”
>Immediately go into dad mode, hop into car and drive to school
>Find Harpy daughteru sitting on the curb in front of the school , she dosnt say anything as she gets inside the car
>You don’t say anything either, wouldn’t be right to ask
>The two of you eventually arrive home
>She wordly gets out and flutters inside, you can hear her lock the door to her room
>But its impossible not to hear the soft sobbing coming from within
>Decide its necessary break the ultimate taboo
>You pull out a screwdriver from the cupboard and use it to pry open the lock to her door
>You find her curled on her bed, crying softly, the tears already staining her dress
>You sit down next to her quietly, the bed squeaking as you place a hand on her feather wing
>In a whisper you ask what was wrong
>She fights back tears as she answers
>”Nobody would dance with me…I kept falling over….my talons and…nobody would dance with me”
>shes whimpering now
>She never was good at walking on her own two talons, no harpy ever is
>Dad mode still initiated
>You pick up harpy daughteru
>she dosnt fight back as you carry her into the living room
>Shes getting big now
>Gently place her down, put one of her wings your left shoulder and the other in your right hand
>She looks teary eyed at you
>”What are you doing dad?” she asks confused
>You begin to waltz around the room, leading her, the sudden movement suprises her and she clings to you as she tries to keep up
>You don’t utter a sound as you dance with your daughteru, just letting the moment guide you
>Shes stopped crying now, sniffling as she tries to keep up with you, her sharp talons barely missing your legs as you continue to waltz
>You don’t know how long it continues but the two of you eventually begin to slow dance, she seems to be exhausted now and your shirt is covered in tears and snot
>She buries her face into your chest wiping her nose
>”I love you dad…” she says muffled, by your shirt
>You hug her tightly and tell her that you love her too
>She suddenly looks up at you, a panicked expression in her eyes
>”No, I mean I…nevermind” she says changing her mind at the last minute
>You continue to slow dance with her into the night before she finally falls asleep in your arms
>You gingerly tuck her into bed
>If only days like these could last

>Some weeks pass
>Harpy daughteru recovered from prom episode
>She seems distant now, always catch her looking at you from the corner of your eye
>She always pretends that she wasn’t looking at you
>Harpy daughteru a young woman now, adult by harpy standards
>Long black hair, child bearing hips, sizable bust, and wings that would put an eagle to shame
>She hangs around the house now but your beginning to worry about her future
>On your salary, she’d never afford to get into a good college
>it was already hard enough brining her up on your paycheck
>Consider taking out a bank loan for her
>Harpy daughteru comes up to you and asks if she can fly across town to check out a new music store
>You say its fine, that she dosnt even need to ask permission
>She looks at you awkwardly before asking to borrow your credit card so she can buy an animu or whatever she calls it
>think nothing of it and hand her your credit card
>She thanks you before flying out through the window, leaving behind a flurry of feathers, you wish she’d leave through the door like a normal person
>Sweep up the feathers and put them in a box, great way to save on swifter dusters
>Hours pass, eventually you hear the flutter of wings enter you house
>Guess shes home
>Get the wind knocked out of you as you fly across the room, slamming into the wall behind you
>You suddenly find a black talon at your throat
>Its harpy daughteru, the look on her face is a mixture of fear and rage
>”Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are!?” she says screeching at you, her wings flapping in a fury
>Have no idea whats shes talking about
> the talon goes away so that she can pull out a paper stick out of her jeans, she shoves it into you face
>The words “Paternity Test” are bolded at the very top
>”Who are you!? Did you abduct me from my real family?!” she yells at you
>You try to explain but she keeps going
>”All these years…all these feelings…I thought I was weird. I thought something was wrong with me. That I shouldn’t feel this way towards my own dad. But now I know why it feels like this. It wasn’t even my own fault, you weren’t related to me to begin with.”
>A look of utter horror appears on her face as you digest what shes talking about.
>She picks you up and throws you across the room again as she darts out the window flying into the night
>You don’t waste anytime as you pick yourself up and grab two coats on the way out

>Hop into your car and being to zig zag across the city, keeping one eye on the sky and the other on the road
>a place suddenly comes up in your mind, it’s a long shot but it might work
>turn the car around and begin to head to the heart of the city
>You hope this was a good hunch
>You arrive
>It’s the park
>You used to come here with your harpy daughteru when you were teaching her how to fly
>You’d perch her on your shoulders, talons digging into you skin as she practiced flapping her wings while you ran around like a mad fool making airplane noises
>You still remember the day she first took off on her own
>It was a happy memory
>You hunch pays off, you find a lone figure circling above the park, it hangs lazily in the air riding the cool air currents
>Theres no way she wouldn’t have noticed you
>You park the car and put it in idle, sitting on the hood of your car as wait for her to come down
>It takes a while, but she eventually does, landing some twenty feet away from you
>The headlights cast a fearsome shadow behind her but you keep a calm demeanor
>You have no excuse for yourself, but this wasn’t the place to talk about it
>You calmly proclaim that you could explain everything, but there was no way that you would be able to sleep tonight because you would be spending every waking moment for the rest of your life trying to look for her
>You see her visibly twitch at your bold statement
>You place one of the coats on the ground and tell that that you’d have hot cocoa for when she got home, if she chose to come home
>She dosnt move as she stands there in the cold, watching your car leave
>You don’t take your eyes form your review mirror as you pull away
>You heart feels heavy as you loose sight of her her
>the drive is long back to your house
>no radio, only the sound of an engine
>arrive back home
>Park the car and go inside
>Find Harpy daughteru holding a picture frame
>She looks at you with empty eyes
>”I want to hear everything”

>You nod, keeping a solemn expression as you stride past her
>Part of you is happy that shes home, part of you is still uneasy about revealing the past
>You delve into an unused box, opening up the lid to reveal another box, which you pull out
>You sit down on the couch and motion for harpy daughteru to sit as well
>She hesitates a pained look on her face, but she finally relents and sits on the opposite side of the couch
>You take note of that, and begin opening the box, and pull out its contents
>A collection of blankets and scarfs, molted baby feathers, and cracked egg shells
>Its been ears since you’ve seen this, but Harpy Daughteru seems enthralled by the sight of it
>You hand her one of the larger pieces, harpy daughteru takes it with her talon and carefully inspects it, lost in the mulit colored surface
>You pull out the note, old, faded, but the disctinct handwriting was still there
>messy and scraggly, as if someone had tried to write the message with their feet.
>”Keep her warm”
>Harpy daughteru gasps, dosnt even try to pick up the note, only stares at it
>You begin to explain how you found an egg on your doorstep years ago, with that note attached to it
>You jokingly thought that it was a dragon egg but you were pleasantly surprised when she hatched out of it, at least that’s how you recalled it
>But you always considered her your daughter
>Harpy daughter looks up at you suddenly
>”That’s not the problem” she explains.
>Her feathers of ruffled, shes clearly distressed
>”Ive always had these…feelings about you. Ever since middle school. I thought I was weird. But then I found out you weren’t…my biological dad and the world suddenly became clear.”
>She begins to slide over to you, close, you can feel her feathers tickle your arm now
>”Ever since I found out, I see you more a dad now…I see you as a…man” she says barely getting the words out of her mouth
>Her face is visibly red now, her chest heaving as she tries to control her breathing
>You can feel your own face ridden
>She suddenly turns towards you, looking you dead in the eyes
>You can see the fear in her eyes
>in a shakey voice she asks:
>”So…do you view me as a daughter…or a woman?” she asks hesitantly

>Thousands of thoughts go through your head
>You raised
>You clothed her
>You fed and played with her
>You mind flashes back to the time you first help her lay her egg
>The warm sticky sensation your fingers felt when you parted her
>Why are these memories coming back now?
>She’s still waiting for an answer
>You feel your face move closer to hers
>She inches closer as well, her eyes closing as you feel her warm breath on your lips
>Your lips bush against each others at first, and the two of you begin to kiss softly with each other
>You hear her moan softly as she begins to push against you, trying to devour more of your lips
>You push back, pushing her down on the couch, she dosnt fight back as your tongue licks her lips seeking entrance
>She responds in kind, allowing your tongue to explore her mouth, feeling her teeth and caressing her tongue
>She suddenly breaks away from you, gasping for breath, a pained expression on her face
>You must have done something wrong
>She looks over to her wing, pinned against the couch cushion
>You understand and pick yourself off form her and scoop your arms beneath her, carrying her princess style once again like you did in the old days
>The beaming smile on her face is enough to almost make you burst through the wall to your bedroom room but you opt through the door instead
>All the while she gently nibbles and suckles on your neck
>You place her down on the bed and remount her, straddling her hips as you begin to remove her clothes
>The tank top is pulled easily enough, leaving a trail of feathers behind that drifts slowly in the air ans settling on her nude upper body
>Perfectly rounded peaks greet you, the soft pale flesh is almost luminescent in the dark room
>In the right light she almost looks like an angel
>you begin to feel her writhe between your legs, her back arching as she stares you with lust filled eyes
>”More…please…”She whispers to you in a haze
>You agree to your request, and begin to pull off her jeans, unbuttoning them in quick fashion and pulling them off in one tug
>Shes wearing a black and blue laced thong
>Funny, you never saw those before in the laundry
>”I’ve always had this fantasy…”you hear her say while staring at you
>”That you’d barge into my room one night and just ravage me over and over again…It’ scared me…I thought I was a pervert.” She says, her face flushed red admitting that to you
>Its too much now, you begin to rip your own clothes off and throw them across the room
>Your hardon pops free from your boxers, Harpy daughter gazes at it in awe, could her small framed body take it?
>You pull off her thong off with both hands, rough but not too hard, making sure to avoid tangling them in her talons
>You climb back atop of her, shes shaking beneath you, the adrenaline coursing through her body
>Shes positively soaked, you find it relatively to thrust into enter her
>She lets out loud groan as her body suddenly convulses
>she just came? You havnt even gotten started
>her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she tries to catch her breath from her sudden orgasm but you give no rest
>You begin to thrust into her, hard, each new thrust sending a shock of pleasure through her body
>the sound of her loud moans rivals the sound of you hammering into relentlessly, she wraps her wings around your body, holding onto dear life
>You bite her neck, dragging your tongue across her soft flesh as you continue to pound into her
>She suddenly convulses again, her walls closing hard around your dick, the sudden pressure becomes even too much for you as you release your seed into her
>She throws her head back, a wordless moan escaping her mouth as she shivers beneath you
>You continue pumping you seed into her, powerfully thrusting into her just to hear her moan even more
>”I need….more…please….do me more.” You hear her whisper into her ear, her voice still shaky from her still ongoing orgasm
>You indulge her, long into the night
>By the time you wake up in the morning, it looks like you’d have to replace even the mattress
>You awake to find harpy daughter spooning in your arms, your awkward morning boner planted firmly between her butt cheeks
>You slowly drag your dick across the surface of her skin, but harpy daughteru suddenly clamps her butt around your dick
>She shivers in your arms before turning around to look you in your eyes, her lustful expression still there, clearly still hungry for more
>She leans in close to kiss you again
>”I love you…”

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