FSE

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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of my patreon request days for May. It contains M/F sex between consenting adult pokemon. :3

At Roost in the Rain

Fearow fluttered her feathers in discontent as the rain drummed at the forest canopy overhead. Every so often enough water would collect on a large leaf to cause it to tip, and a cascade of droplets would come drumming down through the branches of the trees nearby. Fearow had spent a good deal of time seeking out this particular spot though, shaded by other large branches above in a way that made it highly unlikely she would get wet. Still though, the falling rain frustrated the powerful bird pokemon. She wanted to feel the wind beneath her wings. She wanted to soar high into the air, rising up so she could see the whole world below, like a queen gazing down upon her subjects.

Being here though, stuck upon this single branch just to avoid getting wet and with the forest around her too dense for any meaningful flight, she was bored. Incredibly, immensely bored.

Though... perhaps not for long.

The fluttering of feathers from above rang out through the canopy, and as Fearow tilted her head upward and peered over the length of her long sharp beak, she saw a shadow cast over the trees' verdant greenery. A shadow that grew deeper as the figure making it came closer and closer, descending not rapidly but carefully to pass through the canopy unscathed. Yet more rain came tumbling through as they did too, and Fearow watched in amusement as a bird just as large as herself, though this one crested with a beautiful golden plume of feathers and a shorter, broader beak, sought purchase upon one of the tree's upper branches before shaking itself off.

Fearow called out to the Pidgeot. This was her territory, but he didn't look to be a threat, merely a passing visitor caught in the rain, thus her cry wasn't one of warning or anger. Instead she addressed him with curiosity, perhaps even delight. Maybe this day, even as the rain continued, didn't have to be so dull after all.

It didn't take much coaxing to call the male down to her branch. He was small for a Pidgeot. Young. Freshly evolved perhaps. His inexperience was clear, the male's attempts at preening his feathers to a state of greater dryness than he could achieve through shaking alone rather lacking. Thus, Fearow took advantage and shuffled closer. She began to preen him herself, and though at first he tensed up at the obvious unfamiliar contact, it wasn't long before he was chirping and cooing happily as she rather intimately and closely dried him off to the best of her ability.

By the time she was done, it was obvious that the Pidgeot was thinking exactly what she wanted him to think. He coo'ed softly at her once again. He fluffed his feathers up, crest standing proud and tall upon his head, and gently nipped at her beak with his own. Fearow knew that she probably should have been a bit more discerning, made him work for what he was suddenly trying to achieve, but what she sought now was not a breeding partner. She didn't want the perfect mate to give her a large clutch of eggs that would each grow to be strong spearow and fearow themselves. What she wanted was nothing more or less than something to pass the time. And a male... that was indeed a very pleasing way to pass the time indeed.

Though this man, as time passed and he continued to bashfully coo and chirp and preen at Fearow, may have been too intent on passing time rather than actually advancing their shared situation. He nipped and nuzzled at her. He even spread a wing around her for a while, gently holding their bodies next to one another as he shifted from foot to foot upon the sturdy branch beneath them in unsettled nervous delight. But although Fearow not once had rejected him, although she had been receptive and welcoming to all his overzealous and excessive repeated early stage advances, he still didn't take things any further. Again and again he pecked and nuzzled and fluffed himself up as though still seeking her approval, and after the sixth or seventh time Fearow let loose some caw'ing cries of welcoming herself, fluttering her tail feathers in a manner that would have been downright obscene to a male of her kind, she realised that in order to get anything out of this activity she would have to take matters into her own talons.

Fearow let loose another loud cry, more forceful and passionate this time. The Pidgeot beside her flinched visibly at the sheer volume of her call, and seemed to fluff up in embarrassment as much as excitement. His surprise grew more obvious and intense still when just as he had been preening and nuzzling against Fearow, she began to do that to him. It made no sense, at least, not to his instincts. She was a female. He was the male. He was supposed to be courting her. And yet... feeling that attentive pressure weighing upon him, he found it rather appealing.

It was when Fearow moved on though, when she began to do the things to Pidgeot that he had not done to her, that the other pokemon began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. All of a sudden there was a huge female bird with her sharp beak preening him not upon the breast or the face, but around his tail. She plucked and nipped at the underside of his tail feathers, causing his face to flush beneath its shiny coat as it splayed out in a manner that made him feel... good. Again she crowed to him from behind. A loud, commanding sound. Though he didn't know why at first his talons dug deeper and more securely into the branch below, and then...

His eyes bulged. He cried out loudly, letting slip a shrieking croak of undignified shock and excitement as Fearow mounted him. As she mounted him.

His wings spread out to balance them as the Fearow's did the same. He shuddered at the sensation of clawed feet digging through his feathers and clutching at his own flesh for support, but let loose a wild call of undeniable pleasure when all of a sudden he felt the Fearow's body press against his, her lower body and the quivering feathers upon her tail flipping around so that they were pressed against his own underside, and urgently pushing her warm, open cloaca against his equally aroused but far less prepared or experienced vent.

She began to mate with him. To breed him as she had wanted him to breed her. Her rump twitched, tail feathers flickering and twitching urgently as her powerful wings flapped and remained spread out to provide herself with the ideal balance. She pressed passionately against his body, shuddering herself as every flickering or more solid and lingering contact between their cloacas sent intense tremors of pleasure through her body. Whatever Fearow knew that she was experiencing though, she could see and feel that the impact she was having upon this male was far more devastating. Every time she pressed herself against him, she felt his whole body shudder. She felt his own tail feathers flaring and flicking wildly alongside the squeezing and clutching of his own cloaca's interior. And as she cried out louder and louder, filling the canopy with her squawks and cawing cries of pleasure, he answered with plaintive chirps and giddy, overwhelmingly pleasure stricken cooing of his own.

Even as the rain grew heavier, and a few droplets did begin to land on Fearow even in her supposedly safe and dry spot, she didn't care. This feeling, this pleasure was far more intense than a few drops of water could possibly spoil. She didn't know how she'd endured all those past mating seasons in her normal role, letting supposedly worthy males grind and rub up against her, fluttering and cawing proudly even as they tried not to fall off mid-coitus. More than that though, more even than the enjoyment of her own pleasure, she didn't know how she had never tried taking control of another's joy in this way.

Pidgeot threw back his head as Fearow's beak nipped at the flesh of his neck, and as the female bird's cloaca continued to grind and rub against his own with their tails fluttering almost as loudly and far more frantically than the volume of their wings combined, he felt himself losing control. A feeling growing, spreading throughout him that he didn't understand, and yet which he instinctively knew to welcome. It grew closer and closer, more and more impossibly intense. He felt his cloaca clenching and contracting more and more, faster, harder, building towards some unspoken and utterly impossible release.

Nothing could feel this good. Nothing, surely!

Fearow crowed in joyous glee as she heard the screeching cry of Pidgeot's orgasm, the conclusion of his first ever mating. She cawed and crowed and snapped her beak loudly as her purposefully angled lower body pressed itself tight against the spasming male, and with one final twitch and flutter of her tail-feathers, she too let loose.

All throughout the Viridian forest, the echoing calls of Fearow and Pidgeot overwhelmed the drumming of the rain high in the canopy. But while the rain would soon cease, and the remainder of the day would grow brighter and warmer, their cooing, their cawing, and their eventual cries of orgasmic release would be heard again... and again, and again before the day was done.

Fearow had discovered an incredible new way to pass the time, and with Pidgeot seeming to enjoy it every bit as much as her... she might not have been able to put a clutch of eggs into the male beneath her, but she was going to give it a damn good try.

By Jeeves

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