Once upon a time in the sunny land of Pom, two bears sat quietly together in a forest clearing. Their salty butts rested on a red polka-dot rug, a wicker basket between them containing the sweetest cakes, cookies, and a large key-lime pie. One sipped from a large bottle of Fanta TM.
"Pomela," he muttered.
"Yes?" The female bear replied, her hollow eye holes twinkling in the morning glow, admiration for her boypom.
"I..." he stuttered, obviously nervous about the question he was going to ask her. Sitting in front of him, she looked so cute, that permanent empty smile stretched across her face in eternal glee. Blushing, his gaze traced down her crispiness to her tummy. She was wearing a dress, but he knew, under those layers of blue velvet, was that hole. His body is trembled at the seductive thought, but he shook it off and continued. "I know it's maybe a bit soon... and we're not pom-married yet... But could we maybe? Uh, maybe... hold hands?"
Pomela blushed profusely. After a lengthy pause, she uttered "I don't know what to say, I've always wanted to... hold hands. With you, actually. Can we try now?"
"Ok."
"Don't tell Daddy Pom." She added.
"Ok."
Sebastipom hesitantly reached out a paw to his girlpom, and she returned the favour. They lingered for a moment, a hair's breadth from contact. Then, smoothly, passionately, their hands pressed together, fingers entwined. Sebastipom's breath hitched in ecstasy. Pomela savoured every grain pushing against his and the friction between the bears was orgasmic. They wanted more, wanted to see those secret bellybuttons hidden under their clothes, but it was too far. Lost in the pleasure of finally meeting hands with his boo, he reached for her dress.
"No!" she yelped, and pushed him away forcefully. "Too far!" He tumbled backwards, and, in reaction to the sudden gesture, put his arms back to soften his fall.
SNAP! The tasty crunch of his left arm touching the ground slightly before his right rattled through the forest. Birds fled from nearby trees. "Sebastipom! What happened? Are you ok? Oh my pom!"
He lay on the ground surrounded by crumbs. His left arm was entirely severed. He sobbed into the sky and gulped the air in breathless anguish.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"
"Shut up! You're gonna be ok! I'll just put you back together, ok, Sebastipom?!"
"It's... no... use..."
"Stay alive, please! I... I love you, Sebastipom."
But it was too late. The bear drew his last breath.
"SEBASTIPOM! NOOOOOOO!"
