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Roo and Denny In (Lost in the 100 acre wood.) PT 1 and a half. In-Between.

The answer is no, I am not writing a separate one for each one. Dedication to such a long favorite of many, is one of the primary reasons to even wanna write these. Inspirations stems from a mixture of sources, some which even come from my own young life. Furry fantasy fiction isn't real life, and isn't intended to be. I do not condone any of the actions defined in this story. Warnings I believe are in order here. Scat - Watersports / References Of Sexual Actions With Minors. (Cub) Characters. If you do not know the difference between Fiction and Nonfiction, then do not read this. If I were to ever write Nonfiction, it would be half fiction journalism. (Gonzo). Inspirations for these four total stories isn't completely known any longer. I've had these stories for a while, but ever since I took them down from where I originally uploaded them to, I hadn't placed them back up anyplace. Why Now? Truthfully, I hadn't an idea which stories I would release after taking down so many. I guess in a very real way, I was waiting for the reason why these are even going up. Wait for someone to miss them, and request them. Of course there's also stories which I wrote, that I have been meaning to release back in, written for others, is the reason why. Stories I wrote which I had no particular reason to write, other then I just felt like it, I guess I'll de the same thing. If someone remembers something I have written at another time, I'll see what I can do. If I still have the stories requested, I'll see about posting them someplace. Will there be more (Pooh) stories? At this moment I have, but as of yet haven't used my new Pooh Plush. He's got double SPHs, and I could have it almost like Pooh is blowing me. Is that confusing or distracting, just because I openly admit to being a plushophile? It's an answer though in sorts. If I have a plushie of something, the want to write about it may be stronger. Do I condone sexual actions toward stuffed toys? How about a question to answer a question. If you had sexual contact with a Christopher Robin or say, a Bart Simpson stuffed toy, will they grow up with the grim memory of what you done to them, and then be psychologically scarred the rest of their lives? Since the answer is an easy no, then it can't actually harm the psychological complex of a stuffed toy, because they don't have one. (a psychological complex) that is. The only thing you really may have to worry about from time to time, is wearing out their stuffing. A bag of filling I believe is no more expensive then say... 5$ at an arts and crafts shop. Some Wall Mart stores probably carry it. There's a verity of types you can get too. There's also discount stores, which if they don't specifically carry that particular item, they often do have cheap pillows which can be torn apart for it. So really I encourage it, more then I discourage it. Thanks You For Both Your Support, And Attention.

First before reading this, animations do not grow old. There's no such thing as aging, so a young character, (Minor) will still be a minor, after I am dead and gone, as long as there still remains support for those characters. None of the original animators, nor the original creator of Pooh, are even living any longer. Now lets consider the cartoon series, to start with. Christopher Robin likes hanging with Pooh, more then the rest, but still does love the others. If Christopher Robin would end up asking anyone for support first, as his body goes through certain things, it would probably end up being Pooh Bear. And there has been instances of course, they spent whole days, mostly with just each other. This story is a brief in between however, and doesn't have to do with their love... at least not on such a direct level. This is only about a boy, watching sex, and getting horny over it. It is nothing more, and nothing less then just masturbation. In the one certain longer story surrounding this one, I explain that he walks in, soon after they finish, with a wet spot on his pants... but I hadn't actually explained that, when I first wrote it. This is also one of the shortest stories I have ever written, while still maintaining consistency and decent explanations. I have wrote smaller ones, but I maintained neither consistency or a decent explanation.

Christopher Robin had started wondering around, looking for Pooh Bear. Of course, if he didn't spot him playing outside anywhere, he would look inside Pooh's house. Christopher Robin failed to see him on the first landing, so he went upstairs. He first entered the playroom, no luck. He then had a look in Pooh Bear's bathroom.. No luck there either, but he did find the mess they'd made. God Pooh Bear, what are you getting into here? Silly old bear. Thought Christopher Robin. As he cleaned their mess, then snuck into Pooh's bedroom. He moved backwards fast, when he saw Pooh had his penis up little Roo,, and Tigger had his penis up Pooh Bear. He also had a dildo up and in his ass.

I know I shouldn't be watching this,, but it seems like it's giving me arousal. Thought Christopher Robin, as he noticed his own penis getting hard in his pants. This is making me excited down there,, I just gotta rub it a little,, as I watch my Pooh Bear, fuck,, and get fucked. Thought Christopher Robin, as he rubbed the front of his pants, with his right hand, as he peered in a crack, of Pooh Bear's bedroom door. Ohh oh Pooh,, stop it,, watching you three, is going to make me mess my pants. Thought Christopher Robin, as he kept rubbing the front of his pants. Oh god oh god,, I'm having orgasms... if I don't stop this,, I'm gonna cum my underpants. Thought Christopher Robin, as he didn't actually feel as though he could stop at this point. He just wanted to feel the feel of cumming, no matter if he messed his pants or not. Ohh god,, here it cums,, gonna cum my underpants. Thought Christopher Robin to himself, as he felt his semen load spit into his underpants. I'll just have to tell mom, I got carried away, while holding Pooh again. Though I've never had sex with Pooh Bear, I have lost semen while holding him before. Thought Christopher Robin, as he waited a little longer, for the three of them to get finished. Who ever this new Tigger was, it didn't take him long, to spit his semen up, and inside Pooh. The three of them got up, shortly after, and threw all the wet covers on the floor. Christopher Robin let his presence known, by just saying something pretty well usual.

"Silly old bear... " then continued with, "what on earth are you three up to in here? You know, you can keep trying, but you cant make babies. First, your all boys. Second, you are three different species. A cat cant mate with a bear, and have cat-bears. On the same token, a bear cant give babies to a kangaroo, and have kangaroo-bears either.. Silly old, Tigger. Silly old bear.. Silly little mister Roo." Christopher gave the three of them a wink.. Then as usual, he got on his way home.. He was holding a bag, with their mess in it,, as he went.. And me,, well as Tigger, I just guessed, what he was probably carrying. We all got up shortly after, and took a quick shower. Then outside we went, to enjoy the weather, while we still could. While outside, I suddenly realized, I could see Tigger. But wait, how is this possible? I thought I was Tigger. I looked down over myself, and realized, I'd separated from Tigger, and was now a regular human.

To Be Continued...... ;-) J J