I can't believe Perci sometimes. I mean, I love her to death, but every now and then, she goes and does something absolutely ridiculous and has the audacity to be completely baffled when it comes back and bites her in the ass.

For example, just yesterday, she texted me out of the blue asking me if I wanted to come over to her place and have a naked snowball fight in her backyard, which ittedly sounded fun in theory. However, common sense and dozens of winter camping trips in Scouts reminded me how much of a horrible idea that was. Besides, I couldn’t come over anyway since the roads weren’t plowed yet. I heavily declined and persisted that she should reconsider the idea.

Unfortunately, she didn’t listen, because today, she texted me saying she went outside anyway and now she’s sneezing up a storm. She practically begged me to come over and take care of her. So, with the weather cleared up and the roads finally plowed and salted, that's exactly what I did, picking up some zinc from the drugstore on the way to her house.

"Hullo… Tang kyu fer comin'," she weakly greeted after opening the door for me, wrapped up in a bathrobe and layered in blankets, her eyes jaded and her sinuses full of phlegm.

"Hello," I echoed, walking inside.

She already had a chair set up right next to the lit fireplace

After she let me in, I asked her how long she was in the snow. Her answer? Two hours! Two hours buck-ass naked in the snow! It was genuinely a miracle she hadn't gotten hypothermia from that much exposure to the cold, and I told her as such.

"But muh winter coat wuz s'pose keep me warm," she said.

I was tempted to explain to her how fur loses its ability to retain heat when it gets wet, just like cotton does and give her whole 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' talk, but with her lungs coughing up a storm and her nose dripping like a rusty spigot, it was clear she was already miserable enough without my help. As unhappy as I am with her actions, I still cared about her. That's why I bothered to visit. As for all else, the zinc should help. I gave her a lozenge to suck on and threw another to the fireplace.

“Anything else I can do for you?” I offered.

"Yah, khudja also make me some gween tea, too? Pweese? Et's en da cubbard above tha stove."

As I filled the kettle with water, I could hear the sick puppy going into a coughing fit in the living room. Poor girl. Any other day, she'd greet me in her birthday suit with an excited kiss on the beak before pulling me into her bedroom and taking off my clothes as well.

Speaking of which, I couldn't help but recall how she had once told me that she liked how I looked in just my feathers. At the time, she was the only person who had ever seen me naked. I still don’t know what she saw in an overweight avian like me, but hearing her say that made me feel a lot comfortable about my body.

Placing the kettle on the stove, it also dawned on me how warm the whole house was. Perci must have turned up the heating to combat the shivers. With the fibers of my hoodie starting to irritate my arms, I slid it off my body and let my arms breathe. As I folded the hoodie, I began to feel the same discomforting along my denim-covered legs. With a very obvious solution in mind, I hatched a devious little plot. I may not give her the 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' treatment, but if I'm going to spend my day playing nanny to her, then I might as well give her the 'look, but don't touch' treatment.

I kicked off my shoes and set them down under the kitchen table. After that came the socks, then the jeans, then the undershirt. With every article of clothing, I made sure to neatly fold each garment and lay it down in a pile on the table. Down to my boxer-briefs, I ran my hands along my arms and belly, enjoying their textile emancipation. Still, ‘my best assets’ according to Perci were still covered, and who was I to deny her what she held in such high regard? Sticking my thumbs into my waistband, I tugged my drawers to the floor and surrendered myself to my natural state.

As if on cue, steam began to whistle out of the kettle. With haste, I folded up my underwear and I shut the stove off.

"Do you want anything in your tea?" I called out.

"No tang kyu!" Perci answered.

With that, I poured our cups and let the tea steep. In no time at all, I had one piping hot mug of green tea in each hand, ready to make my grand entrance. Peeking in, I saw the canine huddled up by the fire, gazing at the embers kindling from the hearth. Silently, I made my way towards her, presenting myself all the while, until she noticed the bright green anomaly in her peripheral vision. She did a double take in my direction. I couldn't help but crack a smile, having gotten the reaction I wanted out of her.

"Niesh dick," she eventually quipped, letting out a small chuckle.

"Thanks," I replied, handing her one of the mugs, "I thought the sight might cheer you up a bit."

"Yure wilcum."

"Shame you can't play with it, though," I stated coyly, "I bet you would've had plenty of fun with it if you weren't so sick."

Not yet satisfied, I spun around and lifted my tail, rubbing one of my cheeks with my empty hand as I eyed her over my shoulder.

"You like this butt of mine, too, right? You probably could've kneaded it and spanked it all you wanted, but you might get me sick if you did that now."

The sick puppy reached a hand out at me and tried to swat me on the tuckus, but I dodged her just in time.

"Dunt beya dick, Pat!" she whined.

"Awww, but I thought you liked my dick," I disputed.

She responded by giving me the ugliest death glare she could muster.

"Alright, alright," I conceded, sitting down in front of the fireplace, "but you have said before that you liked how I looked nothing but my feathers, so excuse me if I don't immediately go and put my clothes back on. Now let me just get myself comfortable."

With that said, I splayed myself out on her floor, lay on my side the same way a nude model would pose on a lounge chair for a portrait, presenting my assets to the perverted poodle's perception.