A bird's Health (Pidgeot NSFW(Feral))

>You're just a traveler, nothing special.
>You never went for the Trainer life, because the adventuring was too much work for you.
>You did try to become a Pokemon Caretaker, like the nurses in the Pokemon Centers, and that got to be too much work with the little stuff.
>You did however learn valuable skills about caring for injured Pokemon, but that's about all you're worth.
>Other than that, you have no valuable skills or work ethic.
>You just live deep in a forest, miles away from the nearest city.
>You live in a decent home, one master bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen, living Room, one guest bedroom, you know, the simple home.
>This is where you stay, deep in the middle of a forest, in this home, no one else, just you.
>This morning, you decided to go for a walk, avoiding anyone and anything if possible.
>You don't like company all that much.
>They're just a burden on you.
"Then again... It would be nice to have a girlfriend with me, if she wasn't crazy like everyone else." You think to yourself.
>You often have thoughts like this while enjoying your peaceful walks, especially since you don't do this much anymore.
>You continue along your peaceful path, until you notice something, a Pokemon by the looks of it.
>You walk closer, now seeing that it's a Pidgeot.
>You wonder to yourself, "Something seems off about it... It would've usually been gone by now, flying away, especially now that I'm this close."
"What is it doing? Is something wrong with it?"
>You start to get a little nervous, as you look at the Pidgeot closer, now seeing one of its wings has been injured badly.
>You quickly kneel down to it, staying calm yourself.
"Hey, Pidgeot, just stay calm, I'll get you some... oh...," You say, now realizing that it's already unconscious.
>You take a closer look at the poor Pidgeot, carefully examining the wound.
>You whisper to yourself, "It's bad, but I can fix this up... I hope..."
>You carefully bandage up its wounded wing, just so no blood can be lost if something were to happen, at least for now.
>You then take it into your arms gently, supporting the injured bird's wing as you walk back to your home.
>After a long walk, you arrive at your home, setting the bird in your bed, examining it closer.
>You examine its body all over, making sure there are no further inujuries.
"Let's see... Everything else seems fine at least... And you're female... huh? This'll just be awkward when you wake, hopefully you trust me."
>You decide to rest in a chair in your bedroom, giving her the full bed, eventually falling asleep yourself.
>You're suddenly woken up to a bird-like screech.
>You jump out of your chair, still groggy, yelling out in confusion, "Wha-Huh!? What's happening!?"
>You shake your head, looking at the Pidgeot on your bed, fully conscious.
>It looks like she's confused and in pain.
>You try to calm the Pidgeot down.
"H-hey, it's alright!! I'm just trying to help!!"
>The Pidgeot settles down, looking at her bandaged wing, understanding you perfectly, still wincing in pain.
"Maybe it's time to change that bandage.. I took care of everything else already, it'll just take some time, sadly you'll also be sore..."
>She nods, wincing as she lifts her wing, letting you change the bandage struggle-free.
"There, hope that'll at least help a bit, fresh bandage... I guess I did let the old one get a little too bloody, sorry, I'm really trying to help...", You say firmly.
>She nods again, understandingly, before laying back on your bed again, resting her hurt wing over her body.
>You go back to sleep in your chair, managing to rest easy for the night.
>The next few weeks are just filled with you caring for that Pidgeot; feeding her, changing her bloody bandage until after the wound has stopped bleeding, and making sure she's fully rested and fine.
>It seems the day has finally come when she's fully healed.
>You can't help but feel a bit sad, you surprisingly enjoyed her company, she was calm for the most part, and rather pleasant to have around.
>You get out of your chair, walking to her.
>She's just waking up too.
>You sit next to her, on the bed, letting her fully wake up before talking.
"So it looks like you're back to full health, Pidgeot. You can leave if you like. I'm not much a trainer at all, and don't know how to be one, so I can't help you get strong in that way... But it was nice having you around, if you'd prefer the quiet life... The choice is yours, Pidgeot. I'll continue to care for you like I have been, but only if you stay."
>You relax there, waiting for the sound of her wings flapping in the distance, but that sound doesn't seem to come at all.
>You look down at her, confused as to why she hasn't left, just to see that she's stealing your bed, laying on it fully, resting more.
"I guess that bed is pretty comfy, huh? So does that mean you want to stay?" You nervously ask.
>She looks up to you, you swear you see a small smile on her beak, as she nods, staying in your bed.
>You can't help but smile yourself, laying on the bed next to her.
>She suddenly crawls into your arms, making you wrap your arms around her.
>You wonder why, but it feels too good to question.
>Your arms are now around the soft, feathery bird.
>You can't help but enjoy this, relaxing for the morning.
>The next few days are filled with you relaxing in bed, next to feather-head.
>You wake up suddenly, early in the morning, seeing Pidgeot with blush on her cheeks.
>It looks like she's taken a liking to you.
>You're curious about her anatomy, and can't help but get some ideas.
>Before you can even ask her, she's on her back, legs spread, exposing herself to you.
>You look between her legs, noticing her entrance is a bit unusual... A cloaca you think.
>Her beckoning you over with her wings is the breaking point for you.
>You don't care anymore, running your tongue against and into her cloaca.
>You lick around at the entrance wildly, also rubbing and licking around the hole.
>She's cooing in pleasure, enjoying it quite a lot.
>You delve your tongue deep into her hole, letting your tongue do all the work now, making her caw loudly.
>Finally you pull yourself up, looking down at her.
>She's panting with eyes that are just begging for more.
>You strip yourself of your own clothing, revealing your hard erection.
>You grab her legs, just above her talons, keeping them spread, as you press yourself against her cloaca.
>You start to push in, and with a bit of a struggle, you manage to squeeze into her.
>You can barely fit more than half safelly into her, so you start thrusting back and forth at that point.
>It's quite a snug fit, as you move your hips rapidly.
>She's squawking in pleasure, loving it, enduring the slight pain from being stretched.
>You suddenly embrace her in your arms, her wings wrapping around you, as you hump against her harder.
>You finally feel yourself at the point of release, jolting, and holding her tighter than ever, letting your seed fill her.
>She endures the slight pain still, loving the feeling of having you deep inside her.
>You finally stop spurting into her, very slowly pulling out.
>You pull her into your embrace again, feeling her heavy, deep breaths through her chest.
>You're also tired out yourself, so you end up just relaxing there, with her in your grip, and eventually you both falling asleep.
>The next morning, you wake up, comfortably, realizing bird brain is still in your arms, sleeping with ease.
>You can't help but feel more relaxed with her around, enjoying some company... for once...

>End