Kat Lee (katleept) wrote in 1_million_words,
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E is for Eeyore

Title: Springing
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Character/Pairing: Pooh/Eeyore, Tigger/Eeyore
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words A to Z: Eeyore and Numbers Challenge: 65
Warning(s): Not giving any :P
Word Count: 326
Date Written: 4 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Milne, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: I haven't written once of these in AGES!



"Hey, Eeyore!" Pooh calls joyously but then pauses in skipping toward his friend when the donkey whirls to face him, head and ears lowered. If he hadn't known the other animal for years, Pooh might actually be a little afraid. He stops where he is and calls cautiously, "Wh-What's wrong, Eeyore?"

"Don't. Come. Near. My. House."

"Oh, is that all?" Pooh smiles and continues skipping toward him. "I thought something was really, really wrong. You looked so . . . upset."

"Something is really wrong when you have to keep rebuilding your house like I do every time I turn around!" Eeyore brays.

But Spring time is in the air. The honey is fresh. The bees are buzzing. Eeyore's tail is swinging from side to side, barely holding on to the tack that attaches it to his rear end. Pooh, always one to like dangly things, reaches for it without thinking.

Eeyore whirls on him again. "Don't touch that!"

"What?" Pooh pauses his hand. "Why not?" He frowns. "Eeyore, this isn't like you -- "

"Tigger touched me there sixty five times this week! And sixty fives times, he bounced so hard that my house blew apart! And sixty five times, I've had to rebuild it!"

"Oh," Pooh says simply. His eyes are still drawn to his friend's swaying tail. Slowly, he reaches up and touches it. He smiles as he feels Eeyore tremble at his touch. "Well, we're not in your house," Pooh starts. His hand slowly glides up his friend's rear end, starting at the tip of his tail and working all the way up over his rump.

Eeyore brays when Pooh's touch stops sweeping over him, but this time, the sound is an altogether different cry. Pooh grins, recognizing his invitation and desire for more. He returns to stroking him before making one promise to assure him everything will be okay. "And I promise," the bear with very little brain says, "I don't bounce when I cum."

The End
Tags: challenge: a to z, challenge: numbers, creation: fic
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