SlenderPooh

It was a nice and peaceful day in the Hundred Acre Wood. Winnie the Pooh had just paid Piglet a visit and was on his way over to Christopher Robin (because Piglet had ran out of Honey and Pooh was that kind of bear).

Pooh loved to visit Christopher Robin, but there was one problem; to get to Christopher Robin's house, he would have to cross the wood. He wasn't necessarily scared of a someone or something bad living in the woods, but he repeatedly found himself lost, going round in circles, always ending up at the very same sandpit.

He carefully entered the woods, looking around him at all times, so he would try to remember where he was. He went deeper and deeper into the woods, and as he heard his tummy begin to rumble, he picked up the pace.

When he got the the sandpit, he took a break. 'What had Christopher Robin said,' he thought, bringing his paw up to his head. 'When you get to the sandpit, you must remember to turn right,' he remembered the boy saying, and he took a left turn, humming along a tune.

He walked and walked, and his tummy growled louder by each step. Eventually he ended up at the sandpit again. He hoped maybe it was another sandpit and took a left turn, going round and round and round. He kept on walking until he recognised a very familiar smell.

"Honey" he hummed, following the smell to get to the honey. Maybe it was Christopher Robin's honey. His mouth started watering by the thought of fresh, sweet honey. What Pooh didn't know was that the smell dragged him further into the woods.

The honey scent was growing stronger, and it didn't take Pooh long before he found the big pot of honey standing on a stump. As the hungry bear he was, he didn't hesitate before rushing over, shoving his paw down the pot.

Suddenly, he heard the wind blowing over a pile of dry leaves, he looked up to check there wasn't anything other than the wind. In the corner of his eye, he spotted someone. Or something.

He looked closer on this creature and it was very tall and slender. It had to be at least three times taller than Pooh. It wore a plain suit and its face was nowhere to be seen. Pooh dropped the pot to the ground as he was paying too much attention to the slender man.

He quickly looked down to make sure the honey hadn't spilled out of the pot, but when he looked up again, he was only faced with trees. Just regular trees, and no slender creatures. He carefully retrieved his pot and shoved his paw back down it, getting it sweet and sticky.

Winnie the Pooh was eating happily, not even thinking about the creature he had just seen, but the events soon took a turn when Pooh turned around. He was met with a faceless head only inches away from his, making him drop the pot of honey again. The man's arms, long as fishing rods, were hanging over him and he tried to back away, but the hands were everywhere. Pooh didn't know where to go. He was stuck.

Slenderman came closer to Pooh, and he retrieved his hands. He traced around Pooh's face before reaching down, unzipping his own trousers, revealing the longest cock Pooh had ever seen, standing straight out, hard as rock. It was almost as long as Pooh himself.

Pooh was shocked, hesitantly reaching over to grab hold of it, but using two paws, it was still too big to hold properly. He stuck out his tongue and traced it all the way to the tip with it. It took some effort, but he soon reached the end. He didn't fit much in his mouth, but it was enough to give Slenderman a good feeling.
Pooh bobbed his head up and down as Slenderman pounded inside him, making the taste of honey almost come back up.

After a while, Pooh stopped sucking and looked far up to the other creature. In one single, quick movement, slenderman had ripped a hole through the fabric on Pooh's bum. He let out a gasp as some of his stuffing fell out.

Slenderman dug a hand down the half-empty pot of honey, making it sweet and sticky before shoving it inside the ripped hole on Pooh, who let grunts and small noises escape his mouth.

Slenderman's hands were exploring inside of Pooh, making all his stuffing sticky. After a while, he retrieved it, rubbing the honey remains off on his trousers before taking them off so he would have more access around Pooh.

Slenderman put his hand down the pot once more and rubbed honey against himself before sticking it carefully inside of Pooh. It went inside and stuffing got stuck to him. Further inside. And further. And further. When it wasn't even all the way in, Pooh felt it tickle in his head. Literally tickling inside his head.

There wasn't really any need for Pooh to adjust to to Slenderman because Pooh wasn't very tight as he was. Slenderman, on the other hand, felt pleasure in Pooh, creating friction between himself and the stuffing, while some of it was sticky and made his skin tighten.

Slenderman went faster by each thrust, making Pooh's whole body tingle while he kept moaning "Slendy" and other words, very inappropriate for a bear to say, over and over. Slender had reached a high speed, faster than a rabbit's, and it left Pooh paralysed, only letting out noises of pleasure.

"Slendy! I'm gonna-" Pooh started, before realising he was a teddybear, and couldn't do it. His thoughts were cut off by a burning sensation through his body, and he knew Slenderman had reached his climax.

It was hot, like boiling water, making Pooh's stuffing wet and heavy, while a lot of it melted or fell out of him. Even though, Slenderman kept going. Pooh screamed as loud as he could. Mostly in pain, but in pleasure as well, because boy, did he enjoy the pain.

Slenderman was going rather slow now, making Pooh drool, while tears formed in his eyes. He wanted more, but at that very moment, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Pooh! Is that you?" The voice of Christopher Robin yelled through the woods. Slenderman pulled out and Pooh hurried to make himself look decent, shoving some of the stuffing back up his bum. He turned around to face Slenderman, but he found himself alone. There were no traces of him except the almost empty pot of honey.

He managed to use some of the honey to glue together the hole in his bum before he spotted Christopher Robin coming through some bushes and he quickly picked up the pot of honey.

"I heard you were coming over, and I knew you'd probably take a left turn, so I came to meet you, you silly old bear," the young boy said happily. Pooh was standing still, surprised by the quick turn of events. Why did Christopher Robin always have to be a cockblock? Every single time.

Christopher Robin didn't notice how quiet Pooh was, and just continued talking as he walked, Pooh hanging behind. His only thoughts being of how oblivious Christopher Robin was.

When they had walked a while, Pooh suddenly felt a weird sensation rushing through his body. It was unfamiliar, nothing like he'd felt after eating honey. He thought back at the events, and remembered only seconds before the boy had yelled, how the boiling fluid had entered him, making him feel all kinds of things. He suddenly knew what the weird sensation was, and stopped in his steps.

"Oh bother"