A Fox In the Hen House - Investigation

The chickens are exhausted but relaxed from your hard work and rest placidly in their nests, each one with at least one sticky load of yours keeping her cunt warm.

You hang your sweat towel over a shoulder as you finally take stock of the chicken pen. It’s about as messy as it usually is after a session of egg collection, with the straw and hay pushed about a bit in patches and the odd feathers scattered amongst it all. You check the walls, which are solid wood panels, and all the gaps seem hemmed. When you reach the north east corner of the pen you notice a sliver of morning sunlight glinting off some golden hay. Upon closer inspection you see an extra crease in the the woodgrain and with a push… part of the wall falls out. It’s about small enough for someone like your younger sister Jenny to crawl through… or a lady fox you wager. You see something else and pluck a tuft of brownish orange fur that was caught on the edge of the square hole. You feel like quite the detective… even if you’re investigating the scene completely naked. In a scene that has your DNA strewn all over the place no less… anyway…

You know you’ll need some help.