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© Cederwyn Whitefurr

22nd February, 2024

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Kanga sprawled, bored out of her mind. None of the toys her beloved Christopher had brought her, satisfied the frustrated kangaroo.

“I miss him so much," Kanga sighed, her mind casting back to all the times he'd loved, and been loved, with her.

Her memories of first awakening, of shared love and warmth, held and held in turn, when he'd become a young adult and those awkward, first mating's through to more recent, pleasurable encounters. Now he was grown up, an adult with kids of his own. Yet he still found time between his busy work life and personal life, to steal moments and kisses – sometimes more – with Kanga. Even Roo had grown up and found love – leaving Kanga with the worst case of empty nest syndrome – something Christopher had explained to her.

“There's no other recourse!" Kanga huffed, frustrated and bored – a dangerous mix in her. “I got to find a way..."

Her tubular ears twitched, a half-second before she heard the muted tap on her door.

It can't be – Kanga frowned, moving to the door and throwing it open, her eyes growing wide as she stared down at the visitor she'd least expected, his sad, pitiful expression, eyes downcast and long floppy ears almost touching the ground. “Eeyore?"

“Kanga - “ Eeyore sniffled. “It's happened again – I lost it, oh, why oh why – where'd I lost it - “

Her heart breaking, Kanga stepped aside and gestured, letting the depressed donkey in, watching as he walked onto her rug then plopped himself down on his rump, his hind legs splaying out, front ones holding it up. As Kanga shut the door, shaking her head, she noticed one thing, once again, had gone missing – Eeyore had lost his tail.

“Stupid, stupid donk!" Eeyore moaned. “Stupid donk!"

Kanga, her maternal instincts kicking in, rushed over and wrapped her arms around Eeyore's head, gently pulling it against her pouch, as she stroked his long floppy ears.

“No, don't say such things! You're not a stupid Donkey! You're kind, gentle, and lovely."

Eeyore sniffled, rolling his eyes up to look up at her, his hot breath against her pouch making Kanga quiver.

“You're just saying that - “ Eeyore muttered.

“No, I'm not, come on, lift those spirits, my friend. Would you like a bowl of chamomile tea? It'll help, it always lifts me up when I'm feeling down!" Kanga smiled, gently licking Eeyore between the ears. “It won't take a moment!"

As she stepped away, Eeyore brayed in that mournful, sad way he had, before he turned his sad gaze on her.

Eeyore sighed, a mixture of resignation and vulnerability lingering in the sound. “Well, maybe you're right, Kanga. Things just don't go right for me, I'm a stupid, ignorant Donk!"

Kanga returned, cuddling him close once again, stroking his ears soothingly. “We all have our tough times Eeyore. It's okay not to be okay, sometimes! You're not alone; you have friends who care about you, I know, I'm one of them!"

Eeyore shifted slightly, looking away as if lost in his own dark, troubled thoughts. “Friends...huh? Sometimes Kanga, I envy them! They got their lives all figured out, and I'm just here...losing my tail every other day...stupid, stupid donk!"

Kanga smiled, her maternal instinct in overdrive, as she turned his head back, then cupped his chin and made him look up into her eyes. “You're unique, Eeyore. Your friends appreciate you for who you are, and what you are! Tail or no tail. Besides, maybe, if you help me with some things, I'll be able to help you find it again!"

Eeyore's mournful eyes glimmered with a barely perceptible spark of hope. “You'd...do that for me, Kanga?"

“Of course I would!" Kanga replied with a reassuring smile. “It's what friends do, they help each other. Now, let's not focus on the lost tail for now. How about we spend some time together and take your mind off it?"

Eeyore sniffled, a small, but genuine, smile touching the edges of his lips. As Kanga prepared the tea, adding extra sugar to Eeyore's bowl, she carried the tray over and set it on a low, crudely made table, where Eeyore could easily drink from the bowl before him.

Kanga sipped from her own bowl, her beautiful brown eyes gazing over at Eeyore, who sniffed at his, then in his way, dropped his muzzle into it and slurped in loud, obnoxious sucking sounds.

He never did master social graces and etiquette. Kanga sighed softly. At least he didn't spill it everywhere this time, took me hours last time, to clean my rug!

Kanga came and lay out a dozen thick, comfortable cushions, then managed to get Eeyore to lay back, his hind hooves on the ground, leaning back against the cushions protective and enfolding comfort, his forelegs folded comfortably as he sighed, his smile slowly broadening.

“Good Kanga takes care of stupid donk," Eeyore sighed quietly, the chamomile tea soothing his nerves and calming him, just as Kanga knew it would.

Kanga lay down next to him, her right paw gently tracing a comforting path along Eeyore's throat and down his chest. They'd been friends for as long as either of them could remember, and the trust between them was unwavering. In the cozy warmth of Kanga's cottage, Kanga idly tapped her short, blunt claws against her cheek, taking a decisive step.

“Eeyore," she whispered, lightly kissing him on the cheek. “Let me take care of you."

“You don't have to try and make a stupid donk happy, kanga - “ Eeyore looked away again.

Kanga gently turned his head back, as she pressed her furred lips against his leathery ones, her paws on either side of his cheeks as she shared breath, then a passionate kiss, with him – Eeyore's eyes widened perceptibly, as he snorted through his nostrils.

“I do it..." Kanga whispered, as she broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “As a sign of friendship and love."

Their eyes met, a silent understanding between them. Kanga leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss on Eeyore's forehead. It was a tender, motherly gesture, a reflection of the decades of friendship they'd shared together – and a prelude to something much, much more. Eeyore's eyes closed, savoring the comfort and the invitation, Kanga extended to him.

“Kanga, I'm a stupid, stupid..." Eeyore began, and then his words were silenced as Kanga straddled him, gently placing a paw on his lips.

“No, you're not!" Kanga murmured. “You're funny, a great friend - “

Eeyore's eyes widened, feeling Kanga's thick, muscular tail laying against his leathery sheath and down between his hind legs.

“I'm a donk - “ Eeyore protested.

“Yes, I know, that's what I'm counting on - “ Kanga grinned and began caressing his ears with her paws, her lips pressing against Eeyore's as she kissed him deeply.

“Mmmph - “ Eeyore grunted.

Kanga smiled and lovingly kissed his velvety nose. “Eeyore, instead of complaining, how about my dear, sweet Donk put that amazing tongue to good use?"

Eeyore's inner ears turned scarlet as he blushed, gazing up at Kanga with a look of confusion and apprehension. Kanga gently pulled him forward, taking a cushion from behind his head, letting him more naturally lay down, yet still offering support to his head and neck. Kanga smiled, standing up and carefully walking herself forward until she straddled his head, resting the worst of her weight on her feet and tail.

“You always were good to me...Kanga - “ Eeyore murmured, brushing against her cloaca with his broad, soft nose.

“Mmm," Kanga gurgled, tilting her head back as she shuddered. “Not half as good as you were to me... Now, do what you do best, my sweet, gentle Donk – make me believe in you again..."

Eeyore snorted through his nostrils, as he happily obliged. His broad tongue lapped twice at Kanga's cloaca – then he curled the edges and slipped inside her soft, velvety folds. Here, he uncurled his tongue and twisted and retracted it – sliding it back in and the tip flickering over Kanga's clitoris with intent and purpose.

“Oh..." Kanga gasped, her hips arching forwards, her spine crackling from tail tip to skull as she moaned and squirmed in marsupial pleasure.

Christopher's tongue is amazing, but – nothing – compares to Eeyore's! Kanga's barely rational mind flooded with memories.

Eeyore, savoring the sensations, muscular contractions, and sweet, sensual tastes that his beloved Kanga's depths brought – closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils. He'd almost forgotten, the sweetest honey comes not from Pooh's jars – but from Kanga's neithers.

For an hour, or two – neither animal knew, nor cared, Eeyore's tongue did things to Kanga, that threatened to send her into the stratosphere. Each nuzzle, each lick was pleasure compounded by the previous, exponentially increasing until Kanga began to squirm and her loud, piercing moans nearly rattled the bowls on the counter.

“Eeyore...now...now..." Kanga squealed, tugging at the Donkey's long ears, her paws gripping them tight as she snapped her hips forward in arousal and passion.

Eeyore, ignoring the painful ear tugs, pressed his lips hard against Kanga's groin – right before his tongue unreeled inside her – almost instantly rewarded by the sweetest flood his mind could conceive of.

Kanga's orgasm not only flooded her from ears to toes, but it also ravaged her – her body erupting into a sweat as the eager donkey's throat rippled again and again and again, gulping down the fluids like a thirsty man would from a crystal clear stream.

“Oh my...urgh..." Kanga bleated, her head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, twisting the donkey's ears in her paws.

Kanga fell backward, her tail cramping painfully before she rolled off Eeyore and sprawled on the floor, panting and shaking uncontrollably. Eeyore snorted and licked his wet, slick lips, clumsily using his hind hooves to push himself up into a half-laying, half-sitting position.

“Kanga - “ Eeyore panted, his own pleasure making his eyes go wide. “It's never... been so - “

Kanga shuddered, her neither region quivering and spasming in post-orgasmic pleasure – dribbling the last of the mixture of her own secretions and Eeyore's saliva onto the rug.

“I need...you..." Kanga moaned helplessly. “I need to feel my sweet, gentle Donk... I need you now!"

Eeyore's eyes widened even further, seeing that look come over Kanga's face.

As she rose on shaking legs and then flopped down between his hind legs, Kanga's paws began squeezing and massaging the thick leathery sheath, feeling the thickness of the prize that hid within. Under her insistent and expert care, it soon peeked out like a shy ground-hog from the slit.

“There you are, good boy - “ Kanga murmured, creeping her upper body so her pouch pressed against the leathery scrotum, her tongue licking and nuzzling at the thickening penile head – coaxing more and more out with each supple slurp.

“Kang..." Eeyore grunted helplessly, unable to stop himself even if he tried.

“Mmmm," Kanga murmured, cupping this half-aroused donkey shaft in her leathery paw pads, her tongue slurping from medial ring to penile head, her lips ever so softly plucking at the slightly ridged edges. “Such a good boy – such...a big boy..."

Eeyore snorted and blushed, feeling pride and sexual arousal at Kanga's licks and lipping. A part of him knew it was wrong, yet a stronger part of him – craved to feel himself buried to the ring at least – inside the hot, wet folds he could still smell and taste on his tongue.

“Mmm," Kanga gurgled, holding it up as she slurped, licked, and nuzzled up and down and back again until Eeyore was harder than Ironwood. “One...last thing - a lovely something that Christopher gave me – you'll find it interesting..."

Eeyore shuddered as Kanga gently placed his aroused member back down, before she stood up and wandered off into her bedroom, returning shortly with a strange topped bottle. Kanga set it down on the table, then using one paw, she cupped the other one under what looked like a spout. With energetic pumps, Kanga squirted a clear, viscous fluid into her paw – then began sensuously rubbing it on Eeyore's engorged length.

He snorted and twitched, nervously giggling at the coolness and surprising slickness of it.

Kanga applied multiple coatings, until she looked down at it with a critical eye, finally satisfied.

“There, now, I want you to sit up for me Eeyore, this liquid called lube, will make it so much easier, and gentler for both of us." Kanga smiled, as she watched Eeyore struggle into a sitting position.

Kanga positioned herself, her thick, muscular tail up over her back, as she lay down, spread-eagled on her belly, then lifted herself up and with awkwardness and a few tentative movements, finally got Eeyore's masculinity aligned with her vaginal folds.

“Okay, now, try not to move, please - “ Kanga began hyperventilating, as she pressed backward.

“Kanga - “ Eeyore brayed, feeling himself pressed hard against her tight folds, then to his surprise, his penile head squelched and popped inside.

“Ooh - “ Kanga gasped, her eyes wide, her smile even wider, feeling Eeyore's length slide deeper and deeper inside her, until the firmness of the medial ring pressed against her clitoris. “Urgh, I'd forgotten... how nice...it is - “

Eeyore snorted explosively through his nostrils, leaning back, his forelegs holding himself up, his hind legs pressed against Kanga's rump. He was surprised at how easily he could move, gently of course, within Kanga, that strange liquid making the mating between them easier and more sensual for both her and himself.

Kanga pulled forwards, just leaving the slightly flaring head inside of her, before she sighed in pleasure and eased her way back – then to both their surprise, felt Eeyore stiffen as his medial ring passed her labial folds, Kanga's muscles crushing down and rippling along his firm member.

“Kan..." Eeyore panted, his mouth open, nostrils flaring with each thunderous breath. “No, no...Kanga..."

Kanga pushed herself up, inadvertently taking even more of the donkey inside her, before she reached into her pouch and pulled something out, looking back over her shoulder and waggling it back and forth.

“My...tail!" Eeyore brayed – he couldn't help it, Kanga's vaginal muscles almost pushing him over the edge.

“Mmm," Kanga grunted as she slapped her paws down and moved against Eeyore, when he thrust forwards, she'd push back, and vice versa – heightening their mating to unimagined peaks. “If you want...oh... it back... Eeyore, you got..."

Kanga gasped, as Eeyore pushed forward even further – finally hilting his not inconsiderable length inside her – his flaring penile head almost pressed against her uterus.

“...back - “ Kanga gurgled and shuddered helplessly. “To...work for...it..."

Eeyore grit his large, blunt teeth, fighting instinct and urge – both wanting to flood Kanga with his semen – but wanting this incredible pleasure to last as long as they could. He looked down, a nervous downturn of his lips as Kanga again almost dismounted him, then pushed herself hard back against him once more.

“Kanga - “ Eeyore moaned helplessly. “I'm a donk... I... can't - “

Kanga, her own arousal spiking white hot, lifted up his tail and shook it again, gazing back at him.

Eeyore squeezed his eyes closed, fighting desperately to control himself, the slick squelching sounds from Kanga as she rode him faster and harder with each movement, making him shudder and moan impotently.

“Mmm, oh Eeyore..." Kanga wheezed in passion and pleasure. “That's...it – keep going...my dear..."

Eeyore obeyed, giving everything he could, until Kanga squealed and slapped her hips down, Eeyore's groin instantly soaked through to the skin as her orgasm swept away her rational thoughts. Eeyore was just about to fulfill his own carnal desires when he heard the creak of the door – right as he flooded Kanga with his hot, salty seed – quickly overcoming what Kanga could hold within her body, as some squirted out – adding to the sticky, slimy mess on his groin and the rug. Eeyore's loud, powerful braying rattled the windows.

“Kan...what the hell?" Christopher's startled voice called out.

Kanga's eyes snapped wide open, her mouth following suit, as both her and Eeyore's heads snapped around, seeing a white-faced Christopher standing in the doorway, staring at them both...

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