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Warning: Adult Content, Alternate Universe.

Thanks to artistic license, I have changed some features of the setting and characters to better suit my storytelling and to distance myself from copyrighted stuff... even though I never plan on selling this piece. This piece was inspired to me so I cannot give all creative credit to myself, the one who helped me will be thanked at the end. Also, I declare it a parody piece, and thus it may contain many direct references and blatantly ripped of pieces of information from the canon Disney stories.

100 Acre Wood Gone Wild 06/16/2007

By: Killenor

Everything was rather quiet in the Hundred Acre Wood. The sun was just waking up from its long sleep, showering everything with its beautiful early light. The sky looked as if it had been painted with every color of the rainbow, and the leaves of the trees caught and reflected the sky in their autumn colors. Birds started their songs as the morning rolled over the land, waking everyone with its warm and gentle touch. On this particular morning, under a particular tree which had a particular door, over which hung a particular sign, a very tired bear of very little brain snoozed on.

It was here that Pooh-ko lived, under the name of Sanders, because it was written above her door. She stirred in her bed, wishing just a few more minutes of sleep before her day began. Finding that she could no longer sleep, she sat up in her bed. Her pajama top was rumpled from the night and now pulled oddly at her ample chest. Stretching, she admired the way her fluffiness enhanced her curves. She sighed happily, there was nothing like an all hunny diet to enhance your figure. Standing up on the warm patch of floor the sun had provided. Humming a little tune to herself, she moved immediately to her cupboard, seeking breakfast.

Two hunny pots sat upon the table as Pooh filled her hungry tummy. Hunny, milk, and chocolate were her favorite treats and now she filled herself as full as she dared. She tipped the jar back and let the sweetness fill her mouth with abandon, only pausing to breathe. Soon, two pots sat empty next to several chocolate bar wrappers. Sitting back and patting her full stomach, she noticed the large hunny stain that now ran down her front. She decided that now was as good a time as any to clean up and do her morning exercises. Her nightshirt came over her head as she stood up from the table. She made sure to lick as much of the sticky sweet residue from her shirt as she could before throwing it into the laundry hamper. She walked over to the full-sized standing mirror and admired herself, noting how there was still a swath of golden hunny from her mouth down into her cleavage. She giggled a bit and wiped it up into her mouth, luxuriating in that final sweet taste. It always made her feel so good to have a little extra hunny in her mouth.

Returning her attention to her twin in the mirror, she began her morning exercises. It thrilled her to see that, even though she was quite fluffy, her tits did not sag at all with the extra weight and her belly was full and tight and almost seductively large. Her shape was so pleasing to her she almost regretted bending back down. Though as her paws neared her feet, she looked again, satisfied that her butt was also smooth, fuzzy, and round in a most pleasing way. This was why she loved her morning exercises, that and the fact that they got her in the mood for food once more.

"When I up, down, touch the ground. I'm lookin' pretty goood." she sung. She went through a few more repetitions noticing how tight her seams felt today. She smiled and kept humming the tune in her head. Finally her exercise was done. She took one last look at her naked form in the mirror, thinking how good she must look to other bears, or just to anyone. It was then she notices a glistening upon her thighs.

A paw came forth from her sticky thigh, it glistened with what her nose confirmed was hunny, or something very like it. It tasted sweet so Pooh licked her paw clean and reached down to see if there was any more. Being a bear of very little brain and odd eating habits, she did not think it suspicious or strange that there should be any hunny there. As she felt around down there she found that a feeling was growing deep inside her fluff. It felt good, and each time her paw came away glistening and sticky sweet. She felt yet more and discovered that the hunny was leaking from a small rend in her seam that had been re-sewn some time ago. Now it was a sort of flap that was leaking. As she continued feeling herself for more, the sensation grew, and before long Pooh couldn't decide if she liked the feeling or the hunny better.

"Mmmm, both." She said aloud to herself, and decided to find a place to sit down to investigate further. She moved herself over to the bed and sat down. Opening her legs now, she inspected the fold she had found. It indeed glistened with the hunny-like substance, and it looked almost as if it were leaking more as she played with it. Having no fingers, her paw was only good for rubbing that slit thus far so she did vigorously. The wonderful goo seemed to come faster, the sensations built, and she felt something amazing heading toward her. Then, just when she thought the sensations couldn't get any better!

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!! The sound snapped Pooh away from her new discovery. It took but a few seconds to realize that the knocking was coming from the door. Glancing at the Pooh-ko clock on the wall, she started; it was past time that Piglet-ko was supposed to visit. Pooh had lost track of time with her new discovery!

"Oh bother," She said, rising from the best and wiping the last of the new hunny from her legs. It seemed to have stopped flowing as there came no more after it. Pooh sighed, maybe it would return later, but for now, she was still lying naked on her bed. Standing up, she headed to the dresser, calling for Piglet to wait just a minute. She quickly threw on one of several identical red shirts and answered the door.

There in the doorway stood her very dear friend, Piglet-ko. She was a very small animal but Pooh truly loved her. They had shared many adventures together as well as many a quiet afternoon. Piglet had come this day to share a late morning brunchfast with Pooh. She was jolly grateful that Piglet had decided to join her in one of her favorite seven meals of the day. Soon enough they were talking about recent events and weather, enjoying a nice meal together. Piglet, being such a small animal, simply could not eat as much as her friend, and thus she did most of the talking. Pooh had finished another jar of hunny as Piglet was talking of a new style of sewing she had learned. Just as Pooh tilted her head back to finish the last of her hunny pot, a small piece of fluff dislodged itself inside her head. She suddenly became acutely aware of what Piglet was saying. The pot came down to rest on the table, and after a polite period of time to allow Piglet to finish her statement...

"Piglet, I just remembered," Pooh started, "I think I found a rip in my seam today. I was going to have a look in the mirror before you came, but maybe you could help. I was leaking this morning and I'm concerned..."

Piglet cheered up instantly, she loved being able to help a friend, and for her best friend she would do anything. "Okay Pooh," she began, "lets have a look."

Pooh and Piglet finished their brunchfast and proceeded to the bed. Pooh laid back and opened her legs, not at all embarrassed that her best friend was seeing her seams. Piglet looked between her best friends legs and discovered what Pooh had been fretting over. There was an area of her seam that had been split and repaired at some point with another, very curious, piece of fabric. There was no trace of any leak, however and it caused Piglet some puzzlement. She was curious though, and was tempted to take a little feel of this material.

Pooh laid back and stared at the ceiling while Piglet inspected her seam. She tried to look up and see what was going on, but her prodigious paunch interfered. She jumped a little as she felt her friends soft little paws touch her on that sensitive place she had been enjoying earlier. Piglet found the fabric to be velvety and quite soft. Pooh had only reacted a little when Piglet touched her, and Piglet found herself growing ever more inquisitive at this newly discovered area of her best friend. She noticed a pleasant hunny-like aroma wafting from the slit as she gently pulled the two flaps apart. Inside, the fabric was a lovely rose-pink, and was still soft but also moist with a stickiness that she guessed must be the hunny-leak.

"I think I f-f-found the problem Pooh," Piglet said, "There is a hole down here, but it doesn't look like a rip. I think its p-part of the design."

Pooh wasn't concerned too much. The touch of her very dear friend felt wonderful and was even exciting her. She felt the pleasurable feeling building within her as Piglet investigated. "Mmm you had better look some more Piglet. It feels quite good, but I'd like to be sure it's nothing bad."

Encouraged thus, Piglet investigated further. She traced her paw along the stitching up to the top of the patch, where some thread seemed to have been tied and bundled. It looked almost like a little button. As he paw contacted it, Pooh jumped in surprise as a shot of pleasure when straight through her very little brain.

"Oooh, oh Piglet!" Pooh gasped, "That was wonderful, what was it that you touched?"

Piglet responded nervously, "It's a little knot of thread where your stitching joins up P-p-pooh, and you seemed to start leaking a bit after I touched it." She probed a bit more, collecting some of the hunny on her paw and brought it to Pooh's face. "See?"

Pooh glanced at the golden sweet goo that coated her friend's very small paw. She took Piglet's wrist gently and brought it close enough to lick clean. Piglet was slightly confused at this but then decided it must be alright and leaned in to lick a small patch of hunny Pooh had missed from the back of her own paw. It was wonderful, it tasted as sweet as hunny, but there was something... intangibly better about this. She returned to between Pooh's legs and ran a paw along the oozing slit to collect a better taste. Pooh giggled a bit at her friend and at the little thrilling zip she got from the rub.

Piglet cleaned her paw off again and went back for more. She found she had enough room from lunch to allow for a little snack. Something about this new hunny drew her in and soon she was holding Pooh's slit open and licking the sweetness directly from the fabric. Pooh was holding onto the bed, gasping and moaning as her very dear friend worked her into a frenzy of passion. Piglet's paws and tongue were so small that they were capable of a fine manipulation Pooh couldn't have dreamed. The hunny continued to flow into Piglets' mouth as she licked all over. Finally she decided she needed more than Pooh could give just then. She massaged the little knot as she licked, causing Pooh to writhe and the hunny to come stronger from her friend.

The licks came stronger then and soon Pooh's mental facilities were overwhelmed entirely. She could not think to do anything and couldn't even concentrate on what exactly was happening to her. Her paws went subconsciously to her fluff-stuffed breasts and rubbed herself. The noises coming from her throat no longer matched anything a mind could call coherent as her small mind was drowned in the ocean of pleasure her best friend now gave her. Suddenly it was all too much, she felt as though she would burst with the feelings. An incoherent howl escaped her gasping throat until she had no breath left at all.

Piglet heard her friend scream out with her ministrations. This was her only warning before the largest gush of hunny she knew flooded her mouth and splashed all over her front. She quickly gulped down the huge mouthful so as to resume breathing. She was now quite full and sated. She slumped back down upon the floor. Pooh relaxed significantly as her thoughts resurfaced. She couldn't remember much anything about what had happened over the last few minutes but she knew that she had enjoyed it immensely. She crept herself along her back to lay fully on her bed, gasping hard for breath. She looked down, trying to see Piglet and to her amazement; she found that she was staring at her own feet! She hadn't been able to see her feet past her stomach for several years now!

Suddenly, very concerned, she rolled into a sitting position. She was marveling at how easy it now was to do as she said, "Piglet? Are you alright?"

She was relieved as her dearest friend rose to her feet, positively coated in hunny. She giggled a bit. "I'm sorry Pooh; I tasted it and suddenly needed a snack." Piglet said, looking forlorn. Then suddenly she noticed her friend's change. "Pooh! You're thinner!"

"It's ok Piglet," Pooh said with a warm smile, "It was wonderful." She took Piglet's hand and drew her near. "And now, I have my appetite back." With that she licked her own hunny from Piglets face. Piglet, for her part, was enjoying this attention. It didn't seem unnatural to her that her hunny-hungry friend would be doing this. Her shirt was totally soaked as well as everything underneath, and as Pooh licked lower upon her neck she brought her hunny-laden shirt up over her head. Pooh needed no encouragement, she continued licking up all of the lovely hunny from Piglets chest. Piglet found that she rather enjoyed Pooh licking over her very small breasts and Pooh seemed to like doing it. Soon enough she was panting from the pleasant feelings Pooh's licking was giving.

It didn't last very long from there; Pooh had finished and gave Piglet a clean shirt from the bag of clothing Piglet had left there. They had a quick snack, discussed the discovery, and decided to ask Owl about what had been happening.

***

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Hundred Acre Wood, Rabbit was tending his garden. He was just finishing a furrow and he put down his hoe to admire his work. The morning had been calm and peaceful. There were some wispy white clouds coming over the horizon and a gentle breeze barely whispered through the leaves of the trees. Rabbit smiled; there would likely be a little rain in the late afternoon. Just enough to water his garden and save him several hours of work, but not enough to make the ground too muddy tomorrow. It was a wonderful day to be outside indeed.

He put his hoe down into the dirt to work it, humming a little contented tune to himself as he thought of the work he would finish and the relaxation he would enjoy that night. Perhaps he would prepare himself a little treat to reward his hard work. He couldn't think of anything that could ruin this moment at all...

A small distance away, an orange and black form came bounding between the trees. Several leaps took him to the middle of some trees and dust sprung up when he landed once again. There was an irrepressible joy in his movements as Tigger bounded along the pathway toward Rabbit's house. He did a few twirls as he thought of Rabbit, the perfect friend he thought, always busy and clean. Such a strong counterpoint to his own carefree and often dirty lifestyle. His mind swam with images and feelings conjured from remembrances of Rabbit. Such soft fur, such toned muscles, all from gardening and cleaning constantly. If only he would play along, Tigger felt his life would be perfect. Regaining his focus, he corkscrewed in the air with his latest bounce, this expertly trained spring-muscles made the maneuver look incredibly simple though no one but Tigger was around to appreciate it.

Soon enough, Tigger spotted the tan taught hide of Rabbit, bent slightly to work a hoe into the ground. He showed up distinctly against the green rows of plants to his sides. There was no way that Rabbit could have suspected Tigger's approach. Suddenly Rabbit had a premonition; he dropped his hoe and turned just as Tigger tackled him with a forward bounce. He registered the impact and knew that he was now rolling. Suddenly all he could see was Tigger's face above his. He knew he was on his back now, and he knew that his rage was growing.

"Heya bunny boy, looks like I bounced ya again." Tigger said with a wide happy grin.

"Tigger, I swear, if you messed up my garden with that bounce I'm gonna..." spat the enraged Rabbit.

"Calm down long-ears, my bounce was perfect this time."

Rabbit sighed a bit with relief knowing that his furrows were unharmed. This barely abated his anger though.

"Tigger," Rabbit said as he tried to push his way out from under the spring-filled weight on his chest. "What is your problem? I'm trying to WORK here. I know in your bubbly little puddle-bouncin' life there isn't any time to work, but I have to FEED myself."

Tigger was slightly taken aback by this. It was true that he just wanted to have fun, but it always saddened him that Rabbit never played. He was a natural bouncer, they could spend days challenging the other to feats of acrobatics. If only he could get Rabbit to LOVE him... Suddenly he got an idea of how he could make that happen. If Rabbit felt like him, then maybe...

His paw drifted lower of Rabbits smooth body, ignoring the struggles and seeking that special place. Suddenly Rabbit stopped his struggling and stared dumbfoundedly as this new sensation coursed through him. He felt is cock begin to grow as Tigger started to play with it in his mitten like paws. Tigger's eyes never left Rabbits as his hand worked on his most intimate of places.

Rabbit, for his part, was speechless. His mind barely gripped that Tigger was doing to him what he had only ever done alone. His skin was sensitive and soon he was panting as his erection reached full mast. He watched as Tigger moved down his body, never breaking eye contact. Rabbit lifted his head just in time to see Tigger's mouth descend onto his quite sizable shaft. The feeling of warmth and moisture on Rabbits cock was a wonderful feeling, but it was also so intense that it snapped him back to reality. He was angry at Tigger, and though his actions were indeed pleasurable, he wanted nothing at all to do with this striped menace.

"T-tigger..." Rabbit began, panting with ever word, "S-stop... stop it or else." This caused Tigger to glance up quickly though he continued suckling at Rabbit's huge member. "Tigger, if you don't stop, I'll tell Kanga about you. You'll never see Roo again."

Tigger jerked up, wide-eyed. "What! But Rabbit, I'd never do anything to Roo! He's my friend!"

"Well if you don't leave me the hell alone, everyone in the Hundred Acre Wood will know about your FAGGOTRY!" Rabbit yelled, throwing himself up to a sitting position. He stuck a finger in Tigger's face. "and if you even THINK about molesting me again, I'll chop your dick off with my HEDGE TRIMMERS."

Tigger, at this point, was sitting and hugging his knees at Rabbit's sudden outburst. He was crying a little. "But bunny-boy, I just wanted to love you. I wanted you to love me..."

Rabbit was lost in his embarrassment. The anger of being violated overwhelmed him. He grabbed up the hoe that lay nearby and swung it through the air at Tigger. "GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT YOU... YOU PEST!"

This was far too much for Tigger; he bounced up and ran straight away for the forest edge with Rabbit running after him still swinging the hoe.

As Rabbit watched Tigger disappear into the forest he screamed until he couldn't scream anymore. Emotionally drained and irritated with wasted time, Rabbit walked back to his furrow and returned to tilling the ground, venting his anger upon every clod of earth. Worst of all, now he was blindingly enraged and horny and had no outlet for himself what with the work to be done.

***

Pooh and Piglet arrived at a large chestnut tree sometime around noon. They knew that their good friend Owl, who had brains and not fluff, would be there and totally willing to help them out. Inside, Owl was sitting comfortably in a large overstuffed chair, reading quietly to himself. A stodgy British novel and a glass of warm milk, he thought, was the best way by far to relax before an early afternoon bedtime. Unbeknownst to him, he was in fact reading a collection of dirty limericks bound in a thick leather cover. He sighed at what he perceived to be a beautiful verse (in actuality a rather overused line about a woman named Dot, but upside-down) and settled himself back into the warm cushioning of his chair. He had just about nodded off when the knock at his door roused him.

"Hoo! Pooh Bear and Piglet! What a lovely surprise." exclaimed Owl as he answered his door, "A little late in the morning I must say but none the less, the perfect time. I just finished reading the most beautiful passage," he swept them inside and guided them to the seats her reserved for company, "just two minutes earlier and you might have been waiting on my doorstep I say." Owl chuckled to himself at his wit and walked promptly into the kitchen for his teapot.

When Owl finally returned, holding a tray of tea and biscuits, he noticed that his friends looked rather impatient to him. Waxing apologetic, Owl offered his friends the refreshments and sat with them. "So my dear girls, to what do I owe this delightful visit?"

Pooh and Piglet exchanged glances, wondering who would start first. Finally it was Piglet, being quite quicker than Pooh. "W-well, w-w-we made a d-discovery today and w-wanted to see what you knew."

"I'd be delighted!" Owl said with a wide grin. He always got excited when others consulted his sage knowledge. "What discovery have you made?"

"Well," began Pooh, "Piglet and I discovered a mysterious seam on me. It seems to leak, but it doesn't leak all the time. It isn't a rip or anything that we know."

"Hmmmm," Owl said, scratching his chin and doing his best to look thoughtful. "I would have to see the seam, let me get my sewing book."

Owl promptly went to his bookshelf and retrieved a large book which he believed was titled "Karmic Sutures: an illustrated guide". Blowing the dust of the cover, he walked back to his chair and sat facing his guests. He sighed at the beautiful Indian pictures that covered the front and considered telling Pooh and Piglet of the time his Great Uncle Chester Tyto, a well known barn owl adventurer, once tamed an elephant to explore an ancient monastery. But no, now was no time for that. His friends needed help.

"Why don't you show me your seam and we will see if I can't find what kind it is."

Pooh promptly propped herself up, with Piglet's help, balancing her feet on a pair of ottomans. Owl peered between her legs and found the mysterious slit they had described. It did not appear that this was a rip, just as they said, but rather an intentional addition. Owl sat back and started flipping through his book. Soon enough he found a similar diagram in chapter 2 and begun working things out.

"All right, jolly good Pooh, we'll have you fixed in no time! It says here that... hmmm..." Owl flipped through some diagrams and pretended to understand them "yes... that I must sew into the hole there and it should fix it. Now I appear to have just the thing!"

Pooh leaned up to look at Owl. She saw that he had pushed his feathers aside to reveal some sort of reddish needle coming straight out of him. Piglet looked quite oddly at it. "W-what is that Owl?" she said quizzically.

"Why, dear girl, this is the needle the book says I need to fix Pooh-bear. See?" He angled the diagrams so Piglet could observe the procedure. "This should do it; this is a book on sutures you know." He turned to Pooh-ko. "Now, shall we start?"

Pooh lay back once more. "Go ahead Owl. I should rather like it fixed so I don't leak any more hunny."

At once, Owl, book in hand, knelt down to line his 'needle' up with the seam on his friend. A slight push sent the thin pointed head just inside, allowing him to feel for the hole. Pooh gasped a little at the sensation of the seam parting, it felt quite wonderful. As Owl was moving his 'needle' around, it nudged against the sensitive knot at the top. Soon enough Owl found the main hole, which had become slick with hunny, and eased his needle inside. Pooh was moaning as new sensations washed over her. She could barely contain her enjoyment and writhed about as Owl furiously attempted to stitch her up.

Piglet watched with fascination as Owl worked his hardest to fix his best friend. She began getting short of breath at the sight of Pooh obviously enjoying the sewing. As she observed the trickles of hunny hitting the floor she was greatly aroused. Almost unconsciously her little paw slipped down between her own legs. She gasped as she found a similar seam on herself! It felt very good to touch, and it didn't seem to be leaking at all. Her paw lingered there for quite some time, just rubbing up and down to the rhythm of Owl's sewing thrusts. Quickly she realized that this just wasn't enough, she needed to be fixed too!!!

"OWL!" Piglet cried, propping herself back on her own chair and spreading her legs lewdly. "I'm ripped too, c-can you fix me? P-p-please?"

Owl turned his attention from his work, his whole front feathers were covered in hunny, and his enjoyment was mounting. Pooh had been doing nothing but writhing and moaning this whole time. Owl loved helping his friend, and he loved this more than ever! And now, poor little Piglet-ko needed his help! He rushed over to the obviously needy Piglet, eager to bury his needle once more. Even as he entered her, he gasped at the velvety fabric about her entrance. Her hole was so much smaller; it made thrusting better than ever! Owl wondered if he even wanted to finish this job! They could stay ripped forever for all he cared, just as long he could keep doing this to them!

Soon enough, Owl felt an intense pressure within him. Something screamed for release with promises of wonderment. As Owl climaxed for the first time in a long time, his mind was aglow with feelings of surging power. He slammed into Piglet, doing all he could to prolong the intense orgasmic feelings. Piglet was lost with the unbelievable surge that came crashing through her, causing her to let a very large scream out of her very small throat.

Owl felt drained, he could do no more to help now. His calming nerves set him to the perverse thoughts of what he had done. He knew full well what he had done and how the seams had come to be. In his moment of clarity he felt a little ashamed at taking advantage of his naive, fluff-stuffed friends. But no, he thought, they would never find out. He could tell them anything and they'd love him for it. Even as he considered this, Pooh bear had recovered and was busy inspecting her now even thinner self.

"Owl, I don't think that fixed it at all," Pooh said, touching herself delicately. "It's still there."

Owl picked himself up. He had to think quickly to avoid telling them the real truth. Luckily, he didn't have to think too very hard to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"Well Pooh my dear," He began, straightening himself up in an attempt to look scholarly, "I have discovered, upon further investigation, that those seams are not errors." He went and took another book down from his shelf and flipped through pages. "Mmm, yes, well it seems, that is supposed to be there. Apparently you were both made to be that way."

Pooh strained her memory. "I don't seem to remember having it before Owl."

Owl allowed himself a nervous instant, "Well, of course! You didn't even notice until you found it remember?"

Luckily, Pooh seemed satisfied with that explanation. Owl faked a yawn, "Well dear girls, I must be off to bed, it is after noon after all. Don't worry about those seams any longer and I'll bid you good day if you please."

Piglet and Pooh nodded to him, helped him clean up and even saw him off to bed before they left. Pooh and Piglet quietly clambered down the tree and made certain they were a decent distance before they decided to talk. They discussed what had happened and the wonderful feelings they felt.

***

Back in his burrow, Rabbit paced furiously. How dare that spring-stuffed moron make a pass at him! Now, horny as hell, but too angry to paw off, Rabbit just threw everything he could lay hands on. Soon enough his house was a disaster. Almost immediately, Rabbit was folding and cleaning and fixing all he had broken. It was the one thing that made him happy and he needed that. In only an hour everything was back in order, spotless, and with no impression that anything had ever been amiss. Rabbit stepped back to admire his work and promptly let out a huge sigh. He only felt marginally better and his emotions were still ripe.

"WHY, did you want ME!?" He yelled at an imaginary Tigger, "of ALL the males in the hundred acre wood." Rabbit sat down, feeling deflated and defeated, "You... you piss me off, you ruin my garden, you help pests, and then..." Rabbit ended it all with an irrational scream. He grabbed up his stool and flung it against the wall, causing it to shatter into oh so much kindling and smash into a portrait of Lapinus the Second. The painting was knocked from its nail and fell onto one of the pieces of shattered wood, catapulting it out Rabbit's front door.

Pooh and Piglet were just walking past Rabbit's house when a piece of wood flew from the door and struck Pooh squarely on the forehead. Luckily, being stuffed with fluff, the impact was only great enough to knock Pooh to the ground. Piglet, however, was surprised and concerned for her friend and went running for Rabbit's door yelling for help. Soon enough, Rabbit emerged running to help Piglet gather Pooh up and get her inside. Rabbit immediately set about preparing a cold compress while Piglet helped Pooh put her feet up. Spouting apologies, Rabbit placed an ice pack upon Pooh's forehead.

For her part, Pooh was still a bit woozy, but undamaged. She was confused at the fuss being made over her and tried to calm everyone down.

"I'm fine everyone, really." She sat up and took the ice from her head, "I'm stuffed with fluff remember? Though I am confused as to why a stick hit me."

Rabbit blushed, his mind racing for an answer to why he had put a compress on a toy, and answered. "It was my fault Pooh, I'm sorry."

For the first time, Pooh considered her surroundings, she was in Rabbits home, and it was a mess! This had never happened in all the time that he knew him.

"What happened here Rabbit? Your home is messy!"

"I..." Rabbit hung his head, "I was angry. I broke all those things so I would have something to fix. I broke my stool and a piece flew out and hit you."

"That's ok, Rabbit. But what were you angry at?" Pooh said simply

"And w-w-why is your house... a mess?" Piglet interjected.

Rabbit heaved a sigh. Who else could he tell? These two fluff-balls were the best at forgetting things anyways. In all the years he had known them, they had forgotten everything except his birthday... and they even managed to remember it on the wrong day once. "Well," he began, "I was angry at Tigger. He... he... um... bounced me again. And I felt like... I'd had enough of that. I chased him away with a hoe and... I think I hurt his feelings."

Rabbit sagged, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Tigger had never been anything but friendly, even if he was incredibly annoying. Rabbit was not a cruel or vengeful person by nature; he had just let the situation get the best of him. Suddenly, his face was buried between his hands, tears pooling in his palms. He felt terrible for hurting his friend.

Rabbit's sobs were broken when a pair of soft paws moved across his shoulders. He looked up to see Pooh and Piglet beside him. Without a word, they moved to embrace him. He hugged them both back as best he could and finally felt a little better. His guilt still held him but he was no longer angry. "What should I do about him? I mean..."

"Friends forgive each other," came the voice of Pooh-ko, "and you should forgive him. Don't let something like this ruin that."

Rabbit perked up. How could someone with such a little brain make it seem so simple? He still felt uneasy from the realization of Tiger's feelings, but Pooh was right. He should forgive him and tell him that there could be nothing between them. With newfound resolve his guilt disappeared. He leapt to his feet and squeezed his two friends.

"That's just what I'll do!" he exclaimed, "I'll forgive him. Thanks you two. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well," Pooh began, "I haven't had lunch yet. Maybe a small smackerel would do it."

Rabbit sighed, "of course Pooh, and for you too Piglet?"

"Th-th-thank you Rabbit."

***

Well into the afternoon, Rabbit and Piglet sat, boredly chatting, at the table where Pooh gorged herself on her tenth pot of hunny. She was plenty beyond the girth that she had started with that morning and was feeling particularly pleased with herself. All that leaking had made her positively ravenous, and so she took full advantage of Rabbit's sudden generosity.

Finally, Pooh was finished eating. Rabbit heaved a sigh and took a second to review the damage. Between himself and Piglet, half a pot of hunny. Pooh alone finished the thirteen remaining pots in the house, and had even polished off what he and Piglet didn't finish. There was hunny all over the table, Pooh's chair, the floor beneath, and all over Pooh's engorged front. He also noticed how the sticky golden fluid made her shirt cling to her extremely full breasts in a most delightful way and had to fight his arousal from showing.

"We'll, now that you've eaten everything," Rabbits said matter-of-factly, "I suppose I should get cleaned up and apologize to Tigger. I'll clean up here and you two can enjoy your day." He rose from the table, grabbing an empty pot to hold in front of his now bulging sheath. He gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back from an embarrassment. "Do come again."

Pooh gave an extremely sticky smile. "Thank you Rabbit. I'll have to visit again."

Rabbit hustled over to his sink just as his very tumescent hardon came bursting from his sheath, standing ready and demanding attention. He perked his ears backward, waiting to hear the sounds of his friends leaving. They arose from the table, Piglet helping the now very corpulent Pooh, and made their way to the door, He heard Piglet climbing out his front door when a realization hit him. Swinging around, completely not trying to cover himself he yelled too late.

"NO! POOH! NOT THE FRONT...." just as he noticed her plumped posterior wedged in the entrance to his home, "door... dammit."

Pooh was stuck, once again, in Rabbit's front door. She was struggling to remove herself while Piglet pulled from the outside. Rabbit now faced a wiggling orange rump where he would normally exit his home. Grumpily, he trudged out his back door, his erection forgotten in the wake of this newest irritation.

Suddenly Pooh had a rather annoyed looking Rabbit standing in front of her. His big foot tapped upon the ground, as he huffed at her.

"Well now you've done it. Stuck again just like the last time..."

"I'm sorry Rabbit; I simply must have forgotten how I get after so much hunny." Pooh said sadly.

"No matter," said Rabbit in a resigned tone, "We'll just have to make the best of it until you slim down... again."

Pooh sighed in dismay as Rabbit marched himself back inside. What a way to end such an otherwise lovely day, she thought. Piglet stood besides her looking particularly small and helpless.

"I'm s-s-sorry Pooh," she said in a very small voice. "I don't know how to help."

"That's alright Piglet, I just wish there was a faster way for me to slim down." Pooh sighed.

Suddenly, Piglet had an idea. The events of the day caught up with her and she knew exactly what to do! Piglet ran around to the back of Rabbit's house and dashed inside. She was quite unprepared to see Rabbit as he was. He was sitting in a chair, facing Pooh's hunny-engorged rump, leaning forward and playing with the biggest erection Piglet had ever seen. Rabbit didn't even notice the intrusion as he was busily staring at Pooh's ass, desperately trying to get some relief.

"Owl told m-me that you couldn't fix Pooh like that." Piglet said matter-of-fact-ly. Rabbit was quite shocked at this and jerked around, attempting to cover himself. Piglet giggled nervously at Rabbit's surprise.

Rabbit sputtered, "W-w-what are you doing back Piglet?"

"Well, I-I-I just thought of a way to get Pooh out of your d-d-door." Piglet said meekly yet proudly. "B-b-but if you try to sew her up, it won't work right."

Rabbit cocked his head in confusion. "Sew her up? What are you talking about Piglet?"

Piglet took the initiative and went over to her engorged friend's behind and gently motioned to the puffed out slit between her legs. Rabbit watched, boner in hand, enthralled as Piglet pulled apart the lips of the slit and began to rub on the velvety pink interior. He was amazed as he saw a golden sticky trickle of hunny emerge from the folds. In an instant he understood what Piglet had meant, that sly old Owl had gotten to them again. Probably some hokey story about sewing them up with his "needle", hah.

"Oh Piglet, you're right!" said Rabbit, "That's how we'll get Pooh out of my door! You can help me Piglet!"

Piglet looked back at Rabbit and his massive hardon. "A-a-a-a-are you gonna use... t-t-that on her?" Piglet stuttered, "It's f-far bigger than Owl's"

Rabbit smiled inwardly, there was no way she'd mistake this prized carrot for a "needle" like Owl's. "Why yes Piglet. This is my penis. It's the perfect tool for getting hunny out of Pooh."

Again, he inwardly chuckled. After all these years they we're still surprised by him. They didn't remember anything from before... but then this was all pretend wasn't it? No matter, thought Rabbit, there was fun to be had.

"Now," Rabbit said as he moved up alongside Piglet, "The best way to get hunny out of a Pooh bear is right there from her puss."

"It's called a puss Rabbit? Do you have one?" Piglet asked most inquisitively.

Rabbit chuckled, she asked every time. It was like talking to a child. But how many years had it been? "No, Piglet, only girls have them. And they're made for fun!"

"K-k-can I try first?" Piglet said straight out. She was so eager for such a small animal.

"Why of course," Rabbit said with a broad grin. Without any more conversation, Piglet propped herself up on Rabbit's chair and threw her legs lewdly open. Rabbit paused for just a second, wondering if Piglet had been just playing along with him the whole time. Without further thought to the memory capacity of his stuffed friend, he quickly buried his muzzle deep in Piglet's muff. He marveled at the taste, which was a bit like milk and honey spilt on fresh linen, and lapped eagerly at her velveteen folds. Piglet writhed against his face, trying to get the most sensation from his actions. As his tongue twirled about Piglet's fabric clitoris, she went wild. Surprisingly wild for such a small animal. She grabbed Rabbit's face and ground her groin into it, screaming her passions as she hit orgasm.

Rabbit could barely believe the strength with which his very small friend had held him. When she released, he fell back, gasping for air, but ready for more. Piglet was panting softly, limp in his chair. Her well-worked snatch oozed her fluids onto the floor as Rabbit stood himself up. His cock stood full-on, looking absolutely gargantuan compared to his diminutive partner. He almost felt guilt as he leaned toward her, his head pressing into her very small orifice. But in it went, sliding smoothly as Piglet's legs stretched open even wider. She took deep, quick breaths as the broad, smooth shaft impaled her. She looked down at the bulge halfway up her midsection with a mix of rapture and amazement as Rabbit finally hilted himself.

'It's quite a good thing she doesn't have any bones, I'd have broken something by now' thought Rabbit as he started to pump into his pillow-soft little friend. She was so short compared to him that he could stand and fondle her very small breasts as he worked his thrusting pace to a more rabbit-like tempo.

Piglet was in ecstasy as the biggest cock in the hundred acre wood was plowed into the same area's smallest twat. His thrusts came so fast that she could barely draw breath, though if she could, she would have screamed. Her inner walls tried to clench as an orgasm hit, but the invading member wouldn't allow more than a quiver. Rabbit gritted his teeth as he felt the waves of contractions across his cock. It was better than gardening, better than carrots! Every thought that crossed his mind was pushed aside as he increased his pace. He had been pent up all DAY. He NEEDED this.

Piglet's rump came up off the chair as Rabbit lifted it to slam himself into her. She gripped the chair as hard as she could, her mind so swept away that all she could do was try to hold on to something. After a minute of pounding, even that wasn't enough. Her grip slipped and Rabbit simply pounded her onto his tight, throbbing dick. He grunted with every thrust, snorting like an enraged bull as he worked his frustrations and need out on his tiny stuffed friend. Finally he could take no more. He buried his cock as deep as it would go as his fiery seed shot into Piglets body. Contraction after contraction filled Piglet with more and more of Rabbit's jizz. Finally, Rabbit was finished; his shoulders slumped with Piglet still impaled on him. She writhed in ecstasy at the warm feeling, her over-worked cooch still contracting in aftershocks. Rabbit turned and sat on his chair, with his member still standing and Piglet still wrapped around it.

He felt so much better now. Every care was gone and he hugged Piglet to him. "Oh thank you Piglet, thank you. I was so tense. Oooh, You have no idea how much you helped me."

Piglet hugged back, calming down despite the still enormous penis inside her. She hugged at him. "That was the best time yet," she said softly into Rabbit's chest-fur.

Rabbit jerked back in surprise, "What did you say Piglet?"

"I said, 'you're welcome'," replied Piglet, looking somewhat confused.

Rabbit sat up and pulled his little friend off of his still firm cock with a wet pop, and then gently set her on the floor. He glanced at his stiffness, "Well Piglet, now do you see how we'll get Pooh out of my door?"

Piglet smiled, pushed on her belly so that rivulets of fluid seeped from her, and made her way over to her friend's outrageously huge honey-filled ass. She then massaged Pooh's puss until a distinct trickle of hunny emerged. Outside, Pooh's moans could be heard as Piglet pulled the sticky lips apart and beckoned for Rabbit. Rabbit stood and guided his member toward Pooh's hunny-soaked slit. Still slick from Piglet, he slid himself inside as Pooh began to squirm and kick with delight. Rabbit was still very sensitive from his previous escapade and the combination sticky-slickness of Pooh's warm cunny drove him wild. He began pistoning inside her, gritting his teeth trying to keep himself as hard as he could. Piglet, meanwhile, was under them both, diddling Pooh's fabric-clit and lapping at the hunny that spilled from her friend.

***

Pooh writhed against the doorway, while outside her paws gripped ineffectually at the ground as her very small brain was again awash in pleasures. Her face was contorted, trying to keep her focus through the haze of sensation. The small hands coupled with the huge prick drove her even further than she ever gone before and being restrained and so full of hunny only seemed to enhance it.

Suddenly, from the ground in front of Pooh, popped the head of Gopher!

"Sssssay, ssstuck again huh?" he said, puling himself out of his hole. He walked around her protruding front-side, inspecting her squirming form. "errr. Whatcha making that face for?"

"MMM mmh oh... hello Gopher. I... ooogh Rabbit nnngh is hhhhelping meee."

"Sssssomething I can do?" Gopher asked quizzically, "Lassst time, Rabbit nearly blew a gassssket when I offered to dynamite you outta there."

Pooh continued on with unintelligible attempts at a reply until Gopher gave up entirely and walked around to Rabbit's back door.

***

Inside, Gopher was treated to a shocking scene. Pooh's prodigious posterior protruded from Rabbit's front door, splattered with hunny and dripping with yet more at the manipulations of Rabbit and Piglet. Rabbit gyrated wildly, thrusting as quickly and deeply as he could, hunny spilling out all around his groin. Piglet lay on a stool underneath him, mouth open lewdly to catch the dripping hunny as she worked, hands unseen, below her friends. She was covered head-to-toe in the sticky sweet goo that flowed from the overstuffed stuck rump. It was only slightly more than ol' Gopher could grasp at one time.

"Well good day there Rabb-b-b-...." he paused, "Sssay, um... whatcha doin' there Rabbit?" He inquired, trying his best to comprehend fully what he was seeing.

Rabbit was engrossed in his current task and did not seem to hear him. Piglet, on the other hand, paused in her playing to answer. With her face covered in Pooh's hunny she simply replied.

"We're helping Pooh out of Rabbit's door." She then took a moment to smear the warm hunny cascading from above her onto her chest, an action she found quite delightful.

By this time, Rabbit had noticed Gopher, and with his arousal fully returned could now answer.

"Mm yes Gopher. Ahh... ssheeees stuck again. Not that I mind, ooh, mind you, we've been through this before you know." he said as he plowed away, his eyes firmly on his work.

"Well I sssuppose you want me to, um, ssskip the dynamite offer thisss time?" Gopher said, "Anything elsssse I can do for ya?"

Rabbit strained his mind to think of something that could make this better and get gopher out of his home. "Mmmm well I suppose, umm, I could use some h-h-help (oh yeah). I c-caan't keep this up all day yannow."

Gopher turned and dumbly walked out of Rabbit's house, leaving the pounding trio behind. In a daze, he made his way out deeper into the hundred acre wood. He was half way across the wood before his brain was able to sort out what he had observed.

"Weeeell jumpin' jeeeehosaphat! They wassss getting' ssssome mammals-only action!" He exclaimed to no one in particular, "I ain't had no lovin' in yearsss! We-he-he-ll I gotta get back there and help... m'self!" and with that he made his way, top speed, back to Rabbit's

***

Tigger was in a deep despair. He felt alone, endangered, and, worst of all, completely rejected. He had lost the one thing he loved, and before he had ever been loved in return. His life was now gloomier than Eeyore's and he felt like nothing would ever make it better. Even worse, he felt on the edge of loosing his only other real friend left since Christopher Robin left.

Maybe I should just tell Kanga, he thought. There was no way he'd ever do anything to hurt Roo. He hated the thought of anyone doing anything wrong to his best lil' bouncin' partner. This was low, even for Rabbit, to think of blackmailing him with lies. The worst Kanga would do would be to tell him that she was uncomfortable with him. She was so sweet to him, even called him 'Tigger dear'. She'd understand.

Bouncing always got Tigger where he wanted to be, and it wasn't long before he had bounced his way to Kanga's place. Kanga was sweeping the porch and Roo was nowhere to be seen. Well, he thought, better this than nothing. Kanga turned to regard him as he bounded into view.

"Why hello Tigger dear, what brings you around today. Are you alright?"

"Kanga, I..." Tigger braced for the worst, "I need to tell you something that might make you... um... well I should just tell you."

"Tell me what?" Kanga inquired. She set her broom down.

"Kanga, I wanted to tell you... before anyone else... you see... Missus Kanga, Ma'am, I... I like other males." Tigger said finally. He was unprepared, for her reaction. She actually hugged him!

"Ooh Tigger dear, I already figured that out a long time ago."

Tigger was truly flabbergasted, how could she have known?!

"I mean, why else would you have resisted me so easily? I tried every trick in the book to get you to want me." Kanga said, striking her best 'come hither' pose. "I haven't had a male since before I met you," She slipped closer to him and rubbed across his shoulders, letting her perfume waft across him, "and you're sooo. Good. With. Kids." She finished off by letting her hands drift across some of his more sensitive places.

There Tigger was, being caressed by the most desirable mother in the whole hundred acre wood, and... nothing. There was no arousal there at all. Any other male would be jumping out of his stuffing to have a go at her. There was no denying it, she had him cold.

"Oooh-kay, ya got me." Tigger admitted, shoulders slumped, "Do you want me to stay away from Roo from now on?"

"Now why would I want that?" said Kanga, suddenly very serious, "You are his favorite friend and I know you'd never do a thing to harm him, would you?"

"I-I-I'd never!" Tigger exclaimed, "and I've never done anything close to that!"

Kanga patted his head and gave him a hug. "I know you wouldn't. Why even bother bringing it up in the first place?"

"Rabbit," Tigger stated plainly, "Rabbit... doesn't love me... I tried to show him..." Tigger broke into tears at this, "and he chased me away! He said if I didn't leave him alone, he'd tell you about me and I'd never see Roo again..."

Kanga held Tigger out at arms length, looking him straight in the eyes. "I know you'd never hurt Roo. You're one of the most wonderful guys I know and you're Roo's favorite friend. I'd never stop you from seeing him."

Tigger felt relieved, "But what am I going to do about Rabbit? I think I really hurt his feelings this time."

"I'll talk to him," Kanga said reassuringly, "Maybe it's not as bad as you think. But first, you need to apologize to him."

With that, Kanga went on to make certain Roo was safe and occupied, then joined Tigger in heading to Rabbits for his apology. She truly hoped that her feminine diplomacy would help Rabbit find forgiveness for his over-amorous friend.

***

Gopher arrived in record time. He wasted no time in 'inserting' himself into the festivities. Piglet was a prime target with her hind end sticking up as she was licking hunny off of Pooh's calves and thighs. In an instant Gopher was on her, slipping between the legs of the still plowing Rabbit and entering her drenched satin tunnel in one swift motion. Piglet rose at the entry slipping her nose up Pooh's legs and brushing Rabbit's dangling sac with her ears as a moan escaped her hunny-soaked lips. Rabbit picked up the already considerable pace with the new stimulation, gritting his teeth as Piglets ears tickled him with each thrust.

Feeling his climax approach, Rabbit tried to slow down and get some control. But he found as he did, that Pooh gripped him more readily, almost as if she were eager to have him cum. Rabbit could hold no longer and jerked himself free of Pooh just as his seed erupted from him. As he came down from his euphoric orgasm, he noticed that Pooh's rump now resembled a leaky frosted hunny donut. He also noticed the amorous pair beneath said rump, covered in hunny and pounding away. The puddle they were laying in extended a quarter of the way across the room and pooled against the wall. Though his heart gladdened at the thought of all the mopping he would have to do later, he still felt he should leave the coital couple to finish up. Just a little walk, that would do him good. Then he could see about getting Pooh unstuck.

After toweling himself off, Rabbit made his way outside. He paused to admire his garden, how well the tomatoes were growing and how full and green the leaves were thanks to his new pesticides. Moving on to the small fence surrounding his garden, he noted how well this year's paint was holding up and how lovely it all looked. With a tired sigh he walked away from his home and down the path.

Kanga and Tigger could see the op of the tree that Rabbit lived beneath as they walked along the path. All the while, Tigger had been worrying about what he would say to Rabbit when they met. Kanga had been trying to console him the entire way. It was mostly a silent walk, with only the wind in the trees to break the quiet. Kanga was relieved that they were close; she really would have liked it if Tigger had been a little more talkative but she also knew he had a lot on his mind.

Rounding a bend brought Rabbit face to face with Kanga and Tigger. Immediately, Rabbit and Tigger started on edge. Seeing the tension rise, Kanga moved to interpose herself between the hackle-risen males, using her charms to try and diffuse any hostile feelings.

"Rabbit," Kanga started, "Tigger has come to apologize for the way he acted." She then nudged him so he would speak up.

"Yeah, sorry bunny-boy, I'd do anything if you would forgive me." Tigger said with very un-Tigger-like sadness. He hung his head and waited to be berated.

Rabbit, at this point, was captivated by the lovely curves of Kanga. He had practically forgotten all the trouble Tigger had caused him. This mind was dancing with new arousal as Kanga worked her magic. But the words "do anything" made his way into his ears and suddenly he knew just the thing. His brain kicked into gear and in an instant, Kanga's wiles and Tigger's supplication combining with his current dilemma. If he could get Tigger to like females, he would leave him alone! All he had to do was make Tigger de-honey Pooh. He was sure that Tigger would love it, and then he would have two problems solved at once.

"Alright Tigger," Rabbit said, peeling his eyes away from the voluptuous stuffed momma, "I have just the thing that you can help me with."

***

Back in Rabbit's house, Gopher and Piglet were lying in a pool of Pooh's hunny. They were both trying to recover from their most recent release. Pooh remained stuck, even though she had lost a considerable amount of hunny. She was swimming in euphoria, having been stuck in the hole for well over two hours and being pleasured the entire time. Welcoming the relief she had from the unrelenting pleasure, Pooh tried her best to get some rest.

Kanga, Tigger, and Rabbit returned. Only Rabbit wasn't surprised to see the amorous mess and the well-used-Pooh-rump wedged in the doorway. Rabbit quickly moved to Pooh's behind, dragging Tigger along with him.

"Here you go Tigger," Rabbit said, happily presenting the honey-drenched slit, "just... you know... go for it... and when enough hunny comes out, Pooh will pop free."

Tigger looked at the goo that remained around Pooh's slit. He knew that he had said anything... he reached out and ran his paw down the lips and collected some of the viscous golden fluid. Pooh awoke then and kicked at the sudden touch to her sensitive parts. A moan escaped her. All of this had the effect of un-arousing Tigger even further. Tentatively he touched his paw to his tongue, allowing the sweetness to invade his mouth. In an instant, he knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't stand the taste, and he was uncomfortable with all of this.

"Yeeech," Tigger exclaimed, "Tiggers don't like hunny!" With tears forming in his eyes; he bounced himself right out Rabbit's back door.

Everyone stared in a bit of shock at Tigger's hasty exit. For his part, Rabbit felt quite happy with this turn of events and even allowed himself a smile. He turned to saunter out the door to watch Tigger running off when he caught the rather cross-looking face of Kanga. Before he could ask what was wrong, she had him by the ear and gently but firmly pulled him outside, away from the still resting pair on Rabbit's floor.

"What was that all about?" Kanga demanded of Rabbit in a manner quite unlike herself, "You know as well as I do that Tigger doesn't like females. He likes YOU, and you had to go and hurt him like that. How could you?"

Rabbit was beside himself. He realized then just what kind of jackass he had been. Why, just earlier that day he had been ready to forgive Tigger, and now, here he was being no better than a tricky old crow.

His shoulders slumped, and in a sorrowful voice, he said, "I know, I'm sorry. Today has just been such a trying day. Kanga, I really am truly sorry. I'll find a way to make it up to him."

Kanga hugged Rabbit close to her. She knew he wasn't a bad person, but he did tend to get carried away sometimes. "I know you will Rabbit," she said hugging him closer, "and I'm sorry to have been so hard with you, I just needed you to understand."

Rabbit nuzzled in close to the warm softness that was Kanga's chest. He threw his arms around her, returning her hug. He sniffed once to clear his head and keep from weeping, and that was when he caught the scent of her perfume. She smelled wonderful, positively arousing. He hugged just a little tighter.

Kanga felt the pressure of the hug increase and she also felt a new pressure arise around her pouch. Rabbit seemed lost in her chest and an idea formed as to what was going on. She to felt her arousal grow as well, tempered by the earlier thoughts of Tigger that day. She hadn't had a male since before Roo was born and now, one was here, someone she trusted, someone who was ready when she was. She moved to put a little distance between them. Glancing down, she saw for the first time Rabbit's tremendous member sticking up between them. All thoughts of the scolding fled her mind. A blush crept over them both as they realized what they were thinking.

"Um... sorry Kanga, I..." Rabbit sputtered, though Kanga was just as apprehensive. She was entranced by the shear size of Rabbit's fully erect pride, being far larger than Roo's father's ever was. Wordlessly, she reached out a paw and took hold of it. Rabbit fell into stunned silence at the velveteen texture and sure, sudden grip of the experienced mother. Her paw glided along his firm shaft causing Rabbit to sweat at the intensity of sensation she was causing him. He looked into her eyes, awestruck by the impulsiveness of her actions.

"Kanga... wh-what?" Rabbit stuttered.

"Shhh," said Kanga, "It's ok Rabbit. Just let it happen." She kept up her pace upon his rabbithood as she brought him in to meet her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, inviting Rabbit in. Soon their tongues swirled in an ever deepening kiss. She pressed her body lustily against his, releasing his hot cock to embrace him. Her body moved against him, making sure he remained stimulated as she reached up to caress his fuzzy ears. Kanga then glanced around, hoping to find some manner of soft thing to lie upon. She spotted a pile of sacks buy the shed and figured that would do nicely. The combination of her soft body moving against Rabbit and the ear caresses had him entranced; convincing him to move was no problem at all.

Against the sacks Rabbit began returning Kanga's attentions. He moved against her, grinding his firm tool into the softness of her belly, caressing her shoulders, and nipping at her neck. Rabbit let a hand drift down to her soft chest and found nothing but fuzz. Seeing his confusion Kanga said softly and breathily, "They're in the pouch dear. Please, don't stop."

Rabbit's hands continued lowers, into the warm and soft pouch at Kanga's waist. There he found her swollen, fabric nipples. He played with them in earnest as Kanga began to moan at his touch. She had rarely even touched them since Roo was weaned and so they were very sensitive. Rabbit continued kissing and licking her neck and reached up with the other hand to caress her ear in time with his own caresses.

Kanga was feeling quit lovely right then but she felt she needed something more. She reached up and took Rabbit's hand and guided it down her body. He didn't resist, but he did trail his fingers down her body as she directed him to his next manual adventure. The simple feelings of those fingers excited her even more. She ached with anticipation as she passed his hand down over her pouch and toward her legs.

When Rabbit's fingers finally touched the moist fabric of Kanga's mons, he marveled at the capacity of the females in this land of make-belief to feel so real. He slipped a finger inside to caress her silky folds and moisten his work-roughened digits. So pent up was Kanga that she couldn't help but moan as she felt his fingers moving within her. She couldn't help thrusting against his hand, hoping to gain more sensation. Having moistened his fingers well, Rabbit proceeded to massage her clitoris with his thumb as he worked his finger inside. She was quite tight, much to his delight, thanks to her long lack of male intrusion.

Kanga was growing more aroused every second. She would have never guessed that Rabbit was so experienced at pleasing women. She always figured he must be good with his hands, but this was far more than good, he had true talent. In no time at all she was writhing upon the sacks as Rabbit worked his magic. Further surprise came as he leaned down to lick her clit as he played with her nipples and introduced yet another finger into her.

For half an hour things went on like that, Rabbit's practiced fingers made Kanga's pleasure crest and fall only to crest again. Though Kanga found then that it simply wasn't enough. She needed more than this.

"Rabbit?" she moaned breathily, "I need you. Do you want me?"

Rabbit gazed up into her small black eyes. "Of course. There isn't a male in the Hundred Acre Wood that wouldn't."

With that, he removed his hands, pausing only to lick the sweet taste from one as he moved up upon her. She shifted so that he could get a better angle of entry, using her tail to lift her hindquarters up off the ground. Rabbit positioned himself to enter and directed the tip of his aching cock to her lips. He took a moment to tease her, parting her lips, brushing it past her clit, dipping it just barely into her hole, until she was squirming and thrashing about, practically begging him to continue.

Finally, to her delight, he stopped, lined up, and pushed into her. She was still very tight and had surprisingly good muscle control. The walls of her silken pussy jumped and gripped around him as he entered, sending shockwaves of sensation across his invading member. Rabbit wondered for just a moment how it was possible for her to control her insides like that, Kanga being stuffed with fluff and all. This tidbit of thought was swept away in an instant as Kanga moved further, reminding him of the wondrous task at hand. He was now fully within her and there was only one thing left to do. He pulled out, slowly wanting to make sure she felt him and got used to his size. He fought back the animalistic urges that sought to rend her asunder with mad passion. In a moment, thought Rabbit as he grinned, pushing his way back inside a bit faster.

Kanga eased herself back, letting Rabbit have her completely as he wanted. She didn't know quite what to expect though she luxuriated in the feeling of a nice wide male inside her. He was going a bit slow for her tastes then, though she was certain that he was simply getting used to her. How happy she was when he picked up the pace. Looking into his eyes she saw the light of reason fading from them. She smiled; this would be a ride to remember.

Rabbit's rational mind slipped away as he drove onward into the most desirable female in the Hundred Acre Wood. A dozen bedtime fantasies played out before him with the intensity of desire. Now that desire was being fulfilled with every thrust. It took all of his will to keep from climaxing then and there. He wanted to preserve this moment, make it one that she would fantasize about as passionately as he had. The intensity of his thrusting escalated, adding his natural rabbit-bred enthusiasm to the task. How wonderful she felt and how wonderful she smelled. He wanted her in every way he could have her. His hands moved down her hips to grip her firm stuffed rump. He lifted her and drove in further. Her gasp as he reached the bottom within her bringing a primal grin to his face. Her tail positioned so that he had to expend only minimal effort on anything except his thrusts. She moved her legs up so that they now rested against Rabbit's chest, her ankles on his shoulders. The new angle and change in depth brought new sensations coursing through her.

Powerful legs helped Rabbit concentrate on plunging himself deep within his lover. Kanga also had a clear view of Rabbit as he thrust with ever increasing fervor into her. His stomach muscles, showing taught and toned through his fur, flexed in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His years of gardening had given him strength and stamina right where it counted. All his experience plowing is fields and working his furrows certainly paid of on her, Kanga thought with an inward giggle. As an afterthought, Kanga shifted her tail just a little, adjusting the angle. She cried out as the intensity on the forward wall of her vagina received a particularly hard thrust. Her insides clenched as a fresh orgasm rippled through her. It took all her will to keep her tail upright as her body and mind melted into the pleasure of it.

Rabbit felt the shift, and a new rough spot inside Kanga. Suddenly, he had to hold himself inside as she contracted around him lest he be pushed out. It was such an intense feeling of tightness that he was stunned. Just those few seconds broke his rhythm and brought to him a renewed desire to continue. He simply wasn't done with her yet, and he was determined to be satisfied. He thrust on despite the tightness, evoking yet more squirming and sounds from his loveliest lover. Knowing he was pleasing her, he wanted nothing more than to thrust onward and let her feel what pleasure she would until he was done.

Kanga shifted her legs, resting now on her hips, she was careful to allow Rabbit to keep on thrusting. Despite her care, he slipped out and had to reposition. His excited maneuvers brought a giggle forth from Kanga. Rabbit could only manage a sheepish grin as he resumed. It felt different this way, not better or worse, but different. Kanga experienced a rekindling of the orgasmic feelings and held on against the approach of the new sensation. Luckily for Rabbit, Kanga's hips were perfectly wide in this position to allow deep and powerful thrusts. Not as deep as before, but still deeply satisfying. Kanga could clench her insides better this way, setting Rabbit alight with the sensation her tightness was causing. It now felt like he was getting larger, quite a thing for the sheer size that was within her. Now her insides clenched yet again, trapping him within her. This time, it was too much for poor Rabbit. Seeking release, his member spasmed, releasing at long last within the most beautiful female in the Hundred Acre Wood. Her clenching came in time with his spasms, milking him, eagerly seeking more from the hot member within. As the sensation washed through them both, Rabbit clenched and thrust yet more, relishing the electric zing coursing up his shaft from his compressed head with every movement.

Finally they collapsed, Rabbit laying over an exhausted Kanga, who had simply laid her upper body down against the sacks. He was still fully within her and well aware of it. At the moment, they were simply too tired to continue. Kanga moved herself so she could look at the panting Rabbit. A very satisfied smile crept upon her face then and she knew this meant a whole new world between them. She wondered if she would ever tell Roo. Perhaps when he was older. For now she was content to let things happen. It was the best she had ever had, and she knew that Rabbit would fight his own being to surpass it if he was simply given the opportunity. But after such a whirlwind of passion, there was only one thing her mind could comprehend saying.

"Was it good Rabbit?" she asked pensively. A blush crept across her face at the inane line.

"Wonderful," Rabbit said breathily, "that was the best I think I've ever had."

"You think?" Kanga snapped playfully, "Are you saying you need more convincing?" She clenched her insides again, sending a jolt along Rabbit's still tender-yet firm rabbithood.

"No, it was the best." Rabbit smiled, "No doubt about it. Though there will be time for more 'convincing' later."

Rabbit rolled himself off of Kanga, lying beside her. His cock, still partially erect, stood glistening and wet as a temporary monument to the deeds they had done. Rabbit tried to bask in the afterglow of it all but something kept nagging at his mind. He remembered how this whirlwind of passion started, he remembered his friend and the hurt he had caused. The hurt he returned in kind. He needed to assuage his guilt and soon. He decided that no matter what, he would forgive Tigger the next time he saw him and hope that everything could be put into the past. He hoped above all else that Tigger would, in turn, forgive him and that they could somehow remain friends.

***

It was a sad Tigger who didn't bounce, and sadder still a Tigger who cried. Doing both of these things, Tigger was no doubt the saddest Tigger there was, despite being the only one of course. He felt betrayed and ashamed all at once. He loped along a trail, no particular destination in mind, only hoping to stay away from all that he loved and all that had hurt him.

Now deeper in the forest, on the same trail, two figures walked along toward. The first, a slender gray figure, was arguing and berating his companion, a large orange figure.

"Why can't we find hunny Stan? Why did we hafta leave that last place? They had lotsa hunny" said Heff Hefalump inquisitively.

"For da third time numbnose!" Stan replied annoyed, "How was we supposed ta know dey was gonna keep dem jars behind glass like dat?" Stan punctuated his remark with a bop on Heff's trunk.

"We gotta find us some hunny soon," Heff replied oblivious to his partner's abuse, "I'm starvin'!"

"Always thinkin' with yer stomach." Stan grumbled.

Just then, Stan noticed the orange form of Tigger approaching. He reacted in an instant, grabbing Heff's trunk and pulling him into the bushes alongside the path.

"Hey tan, whatdya pull me off the road like that"

"Clamp it hose head," Stan said pulling Heff's trunk down making his eyes stretch and bulge. "I think I got our next plan ta steal hunny. A big score dis time." He jerked his large partner's head out to peek from the bushes. "Ain't dat that wuss what had the giant mouse you were so afraid of?

Heff looked around, mortified that the "giant mouse" (actually a mistaken Roo) might be about. Content that it was nowhere to be seen he turned his attention to Tigger.

"Uh, yeah Stan, that's the guy." Heff said, "But Stan... he's not gonna help us. He doesn't want us to steal any hunny."

Stan rolled his eyes, "You dummy, did fluff get lodged in your brains again? Listen up." Stan stared Heff right in the eyes and moved in close. "We're gonna rough him up dis time. He's all alone. Two against one."

"And two is more than one huh Stan?"

Stan slapped his forehead and drug his hand down his face. "Of COURSE it is! Now all we gotta do is make it so he'll lead us to the hunny. Just follow me."

The pair crept through the bushes, moving into the perfect ambush point where they could grab the unsuspecting Tigger.

Tigger walked right into it. Without warning Stan and Heff jumped him. In no time, the sad and depressed Tigger became a confused Tiger with a Hefalump sitting on him and a Woozle looking the wrong way over him.

"Well well well... look what we got here." Stan mocked, "where's your giant mouse dis time, eh? Hows about Wooster, huh? Looks like no one is gonna help you dis time. You're all ours." Stan laughed.

Tigger's surprise turned back into sadness. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

"And now," Stan continued, "Me and Heff here are gonna rough you up until you tell us where the hunny is."

"It doesn't matter," Tigger said forlorn, "Tiggers don't like hunny anyways."

"See Stan? He ain't gonna help us." Heff said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, well we'll just see about that." Stan said threateningly.

Stan moved in closer and slapped Tigger across his face. Not hard, but definitely enough to get his point across. This drew no reaction from Tiggers already frowning face. Stan was confused at this. Usually this sort of thing got people talking right away.

"Ey, what's da matter with you?" Stan said, "Don'tcha feel nothing? What's wrong with you?"

Beyond resistance, Tigger simply sighed, "I'm not loved." He said.

"Love?" Stan sneered, "What do you want with love? Nothing but trouble you ask me."

"But Stan I thought we was..." Heff started, drawing a glare that promised pain from Stan.

Stan pulled Tigger out from under Heff and stood him up. Tiger didn't resist at all.

"So, a victim of a broken heart, eh?" Stan started slyly, "What'd she do huh? Give ya the ol' Let's just be friends."

"He... he just doesn't like me..." sighed Tigger in the most pathetic way.

"You're GAY!" Heff blurted out.

"Would you shut UP!" Stan shouted, "It's bad enough I gotta put up with your idiot brain on my own!" He turned to Tigger, gears turning in his mind, "Hows about we help you out, and you help us?"

Tigger looked up with suspicion. "How can you help?" He inquired.

"Well first thing, we gotta see about breaking you out of your shell," Stan said, sidling up beside Tigger and putting an arm around him. "Once you are comfortable wit yourself, then we can move on and see about gettin' you two back together. All you gotta do to get our help is to show us to all the hunny we want."

Now Tigger was never the greatest thinker in the Hundred Acre Wood. But there were times when all the dots were connected in his head. With this sudden realization he looked at Stan and Heff. Here he saw the answer to all his problems. Certainly, they could not be trusted, but somehow he knew that he held the key to his happiness.

"Alright," said Tigger, "I'll show you the way to get all the hunny you want. All you gotta do is... give me what I want."

Stan used his other hand to move Tiggers face into position. "Oh we will." He said nonchalantly, planting a kiss on Tiggers smooth lips. Tigger had only been half expecting this but once it happened he found that it felt strangely right. These two were bad boys, villains, but right then and there, he needed some bad. He opened his mouth just a little, giving Stan the sign to move on. The woozle's hand drifted down, feeling the felt texture of Tigger's firm chest.

"Hey, what about me Stan? Am I gonna get some too?" Heff said.

Stan pulled away from Tigger's face, giving him a lusty glance. "Do you mind if, uh, my friend here joins us?" he said calmly.

Tigger considered the implications of taking on such a big fellow like Heff. He knew first hand how heavy he was when he sat on someone. Oddly though, the thought seemed to be arousing him further now. The old bouncy Tigger was also rekindling within him. This seemed like an exciting adventure rather than an odd situation.

"Why of course he can!" Tigger burst with his trademark laugh, "I'll show you both why Tiggers are wonderful things! Lets go!"

He surprised Stan with a new kiss, his excitement driving his passions. Stan was taken completely off guard. Eyes wide he could only accept the deep kiss and the velvet tongue invading his mouth. Heff lumbered over and embraced the both of them in a big hug. His hands then drifted away from being a hug and towards being distinctly erotic. Heff was quite practiced, being normally submissive to the sly woozle Stan. His hands caressed the taught and firm muscles of the ever-bouncy Tigger and he found himself aroused. Stan was great, but he just wasn't built like this. Stan was sleek and smooth, but Tigger felt like his bottom was made out of springs.

Tigger was quite aroused as Heff joined the fun but his focus was on Stan. Now, Tiggers did not normally wear clothes, so his appreciation was obvious. Even Heff only ever wore a vest and so his excitement was obvious as well. Stan, on the other hand, was always fully clothed. This made everything just a bit more exciting for Tigger. It was almost like opening a present and as Tiggers know, the best way to open a present is to start with the bow. Tigger toyed with the polka-dot bowtie as he continued to kiss Stan's soft lips.

Heff reached around Tigger's back to take hold of his fine protruding member as Tigger played with Stan's clothes. Tigger's tail wrapped itself around Heff's own thick cock and writhed as the wonderful sensations began to course through them both. The bowtie finally came away but it was quickly replaced by Tigger's lips. Stan leaned back to allow Tigger access to his neck. Tigger moved his hands down to Stan's chest, rubbing his slinky torso and working to remove his vest.

At the falling of Stan's vest, Tigger had his arms around Stan's chest. Stan was leaning impossibly far back thanks to his flexible woozle body. As he bent backward, both Tigger and Heff (by virtue of his trunk) trailed kisses, licks, and caresses down his chest. Heff pulled in close as Stan's head neared the ground, rubbing himself directly against Tigger's springy backside.

Now Stan bent his hands down to hold his upper body up. He contorted to allow himself to look between his own legs. Tigger was just then taking his trousers down. Stan kicked off his shoes to allow an ease of removal. Stan also pulled his tail from the hole in the back of his trousers and pushed it through his legs. Tigger jumped as Stan's tail tickled Tigger's tailhole. Now, hard as a rock, he wasted no time in lowering Stan's trousers the rest of the way. Now freed from the pants, Stan's cock stood proudly. Stan felt a moment of cool air before his tool was engulfed by the warm silken moisture of Tigger's mouth.

Heff watched as his man's member was swallowed up by the exuberant Tigger. True to form, he felt not a hint of jealousy at this, but rather it excited him. His hips gyrated, grinding his cock against Tigger's rump. He was stimulated further as Tigger's tail tightened around him and Tigger angled his bottom to allow access to Heff. Luckily, Heff was well prepared for spontaneity. He reached into his vest pocket and produced a tube. A very small tube for such a thick cock one might say, but he held no fear. The tube held plenty enough for him to coat his throbbing pene and have plenty enough left to toy with and push into Tigger's tailhole with his mitten-like finger.

Feeling the intrusion, Tigger let out a long low moan. His vibrating mouth added a wonderful thrill to the fellatio Stan was receiving. Tigger moved further down Stan's shaft, opening his throat to allow even deeper feelings. Stan shuddered, pulling his head up to gaze at the pleasing Tigger was giving him.

"H-hey, Heff," Stan said, "Ol' Stripes here is pretty good. You better show him up soon or he's gonna take your place as the best cocksucker."

"Heh, no way Stan," Heff said, ignoring Tigger's tailhole to crawl up next to him and get access to Stan. He knew there was no way this guy could be better than him.

Now Stan laid himself down and let his two lovers work on him. They competed with tongues and lips, turning his up-thrust cock into a battlefield of pleasure. Through it, though, Heff was coming out on top. His trunk gave him an unbeatable edge when her used the prehensile tip to grab and work on Tigger's shaft. Tigger was distracted by the feeling of the boneless tendril working him into a frenzy.

"Ahhhh," Stan groaned, "Ok Heff, you win. You win! Keep it up and I'll cum before we get anywhere good."

Heff let up on his oral ministrations and so did Tigger. Stan stood up, his wet member stinking out forward as he surveyed the two on their knees. Both of them were likewise erect and waiting for him to begin the real games. It gave him a devilish surge of power to know he controlled these two so well.

"Aaalright, who wants to be first?" He said, swaying his hips to let his phallus point toward the two. "Heff? Wanna let ol' Stripes here have da first ride or what?"

Heff snorted with a little disappointment, "But Stan, uh, I was planning on doin' him first. I got us all greased up and everything. Can I do 'im first Stan? Can I, huh?"

Stan rolled his eyes a little. "Weell, I guess this one time won't hurt," Stan said, "But I'm gonna do you while you do him."

Tigger stared at the monstrous organ attached to Heff with the realization of what that last exchange implied. He almost lost his nerve there and then as Heff positioned himself, but something in the playful parts of Tigger's mind told him to continue. Heff grunted as he lined up with Tigger's tailhole. An experimental push found that his greased up cock inched in quite readily.

Tigger had always know he was flexible and springy, but her had never quite realized just how much that helped. He felt his hole stretch open with nary a pain. The well lubricated shaft buried itself deep within him, surging pleasure up his spine. His tongue lolled out as Heff worked him over with mounting speed.

For Heff's part, he did not forget Tigger's other needs. Using his magnificent trunk, he wrapped around Tiggers erect, hanging cock as he merrily banged away against Tigger's springy bottom. Stan watched all of this with great amusement, stroking himself as he watched. Heff had such a big tool, it was no wonder he rarely got to do the screwing. But now the sight of Heff's monster sliding in and out of Tigger's stripy bum drove him to greater heights of arousal.

Never having been one for a lot of lubrication, Stan simply spit into his palm as we strolled over to the pumping, grinding Heff. He grabbed Heff's gyrating rump and spread him, exposing the hole with which he had the most experience. Without warning he slid himself inside and simply started going to town.

It went on like that for almost an hour with only the order of the participants changing. Finally, the three lay on top of each other, covered in fluids and quite sticky. All felt just wonderful after such a vigorous workout. After a very brief rest, Tigger bounced up, fully reenergized and excited.

"What do we do next guys? I'm up for more!" Tigger laughed in his registered trademarked and copyrighted way.

"Ey," Stan breathed heavily, "Calm down man. Damn, where da hell do you get all that energy. I mean you was depressed when we met you an hour ago. How can you be up for more now?"

Tigger chuckled, "We Tiggers always bounce back. That's just one of the reasons that tiggers are wonderful things!"

"And yer bottoms are made outta springs." Heff said with a silly grin.

"Well," Stan said getting up off of Heff, "I'm bushed, we need ta steal us some hunny soon. We're starved."

"Uh, a-yep yep," Heff agreed, "and I'm real hungry too."

"Well why didn't ya SAY so?" Tigger said with another laugh, "I know where there is a whole Pooh full of hunny that needs emptying! Follow me!"

***

Rabbit, Kanga, Pooh, and Gopher all lounged around in Rabbit's living room. They were all tired, sticky (partly from hunny), and even a bit sore. All their eyes were averted from the hunny-soaked Pooh rump sticking from Rabbit's doorway. They all couldn't believe that there could be that much hunny IN a Pooh-bear.

"So...," gasped Kanga, "So what more can we do? There can't be that much more in her an there?"

"She," Rabbit said, panting, "She practically ate me out of house and home before this happened." He surveyed the huge sticky mess upon his floor. "thirteen hunny pots... I don't know if we're even half way yet," he groaned.

"SSssswell, we could alwaysssss try the dynamite." Gopher said

"QUIT, with... the dynamite," Rabbit shouted.

"Jusssst ssuggestin'" Gopher huffed

Piglet, quite physically tired but even more tired of the arguments, got up and walked wide-legged out Rabbit's back door. She paced around to the front hoping to talk with her very dear friend.

"How are you doing P-p-pooh?" Piglet said as she examined the upper half of her lodged friend. She found that Pooh was quite calm now.

"I simply must come over to Rabbit's more often," Pooh said, "I've had such a wonderful time today. I wonder what more will happen before I get unstuck."

"Well, G-g-gopher and Rabbit are working on g-getting you free and even Kanga is helping."

"That's nice Piglet," Pooh said with a tired smile. I'm sure you'll get me unstuck soon enough."

With that, Pooh lay her head down in her folded arms with her muzzle nuzzled into her breasts. Piglet decided then that the conversation wasn't going to be going anywhere. She turned and walked bad toward Rabbit's back door. Before she reached it, however, she had a terrible fright. A heffalump and a woozle were coming! It even appeared as though Tigger was being chased by them! She had to warn the others!

Piglet stormed inside, startling the other three in the living room.

"H-heffalumps and woozles! Heffalumps and w-w-w-wooooooozles!!!!!" Piglet cried as she ran through the room and dove under a table.

"Heffalumps and woozles? Here?!" Rabbit exclaimed, "Why, we've got to defend ourselves! We've got to defend Pooh!" With that he grabbed up the rake by the door and ran outside, followed by Kanga and Gopher.

Coming up the path were Tigger, Stan, and Heff. They stopped when they saw Rabbit, Kanga, and Gopher, all looking ready for a fight.

"Alright you guys," Tigger said, "Now Rabbit can be kind of a doofus, especially about heffalumps and woozles, but hey, you stick with me and you'll get all the hunny you can hold."

Tigger walked right up to Rabbit. "Why hello Long-ears."

"Tigger." Rabbit said coldly. Then a humph sound came from Kanga. With one sight of her crushing glance, Rabbit's feelings buckled. "I... I'm sorry about earlier." Rabbit said, shoulders drooped, "I shouldn't have threatened you, I didn't mean to hurt you, and I should have just accepted your apology."

"Awwww, that's ok bunny boy!" Tigger said, giving him a hug that left Rabbit just a little sticky, "My new friends are here to help ya!"

"Aren't those...," Rabbit said peering through squinted eyes, "The heffalump and woozle that stole our hunny and bounced our beds all that time ago?"

"They sure are Rabbit," Tigger said, beaming with pride, "They LOVE hunny."

With a nudge and a wink, Tigger sauntered right past the astonished Rabbit. Stan and Heff moved to follow Tigger, rudely pushing Rabbit aside as they passed. Rabbit lead them right into Rabbit's back door and presented them with the over-used, hunny-soaked hiney that was wedged in Rabbit's front door. Without explanation, Stan and Heff fell upon the hunny-snatch, licking, teasing, sucking, and through it all, trading hunny soaked kisses between them. They smackeraled, they guzzled, they devoured every drop of hunny.

Rabbit, Kanga, Gopher, Piglet and Tigger watched the amorous pair work their way through all the hunny that Pooh had left in her. Well... not just watched. Even Rabbit let Tigger stroke him off as he played around with a hand in Kanga's pouch. Gopher and Piglet, who were just the right size for each other, went about making love on one of Rabbit's sofas. In little time, Stan, Heff, and Tigger were each playing their part in a hunny soaked three-way, Tigger didn't even mind the hunny this time. This left Kanga and Rabbit plenty of time to sneak off into Rabbit's bedroom to have another afternoon tryst.

And finally, everyone was sated, and Pooh was deflated. She could do nothing but lay in Rabbit's front doorway, free but exhausted, and take a little nap where she dreamed about more hunny. Night fell and everyone just slept where they lay and everyone was the happiest they had ever been.

***

Eeyore loped down the dirt path. He hadn't seen anyone all day, which suited him just fine. He never liked it when his gloomy mood. He did wonder where everyone was, not that he was ever invited to gatherings. It was then that he spotted something up ahead. It was the sleeping figure of Pooh-ko, lying in Rabbit's front door. He moved in closer.

Peering inside, Eeyore beheld the scene that spoke of troubles and solutions, pleasures and pains. He noted the hunny soaked floor, as well as the sticky occupants thereof. The un-aroused members and the oozing slits of everyone there told him all he needed to know. He simply shrugged, "Nope... never invited." he said to himself as he walked away.

A shady grove, even dark for the moonlit night, served gloomy old Eeyore the best place to distance himself from everyone else. But the special part of this grove was the fireflies. In this darkness, the tiny spots of light fluttering around under the canopy gave of the most amazing spectacles.

Eeyore sat and looked up at them and smiled. His mind danced with the images of what it must have been like at Rabbit's house all day. Without thought, the patterns made by the fireflies seemed to take shapes. They almost became the images he was trying to think of. He wrapped one cloth hoof around his now erect member and began to stroke as his mind and the fireflies provided the most erotic show he could have dreamed. Too soon, thought, it came to an end. Eeyore jerked harder, clenched and....

***

The world went white, then color slowly drifted back into it. Vision. Eyes peered out into the reshaping world, visions dancing behind them in the perception of dreams. The eyes focused on a painted brick wall, a desk, a lamp, a clock that read 9:37am. Hands, human hands, reached up to rub those eyes and fight away the blur of morning.

He climbed to his feet out of bed and walked over to the sink in his room. Running cool water, he gathered some to splash upon his face. The dreams, they wouldn't leave him. A face appeared in the mirror, a stubbly bead rimmed the narrow face. That face behind the hair, it held only a little of the childhood it once had, it was the face of a man in college.

"Get a hold of yourself, Christopher" He said to himself, "That all never really happened."

He wiped his face with a towel and went to sit down on his bed. He put his face in his hands, frustrated.

"Why does it have to change? Why do I have to keep remembering all these stupid things I did as a kid?" He said to no one in particular.

He lay back down, hoping that sleep would find him once again. He simply couldn't find a comfortable spot. He rolled on his stomach and let his hands dangle. That's when he felt it. He pulled the old, used orange teddy bear from under his bed. He stared at it for a long while, then he noticed something. A slit, a place where an insert had been added, it was sticky with something. Experimentally he touched the stickiness, and on a whim, tasted it. He yelled out in his empty dorm room and threw the bear across the room. The taste... it was... honey!

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Wow... the story is exactly 31 pages, single spaced with 6.5 X 9 typing area. I can't believe it took so long. But hey... THANKS FOR READING THIS FAR!!! I know I'm a sick fuck ok... but it was SOOO worth it. Thanks to Phillis the Hound for the idea and thanks to everyone who helped me to continue.

I will be writing more this summer.