It was a fine day in the hundred acre wood. The weather was so blustery that Owl's tree was swaying back and forth and Christopher Robin had to stay at home. Tigger was visiting at Pooh's house. Pooh was of course doing what Pooh was always doing; eating honey until he was full to bursting point. Tiggers don't like honey, so Tigger simply gazed dreamily at Pooh while he ate. After Pooh had finished yet another pot of honey, he stumbled up from his chair, his belly full to bursting point, and bent down into his cupboard to search for another.
That was when Tigger began to feel a little strange in his tail. He stared at Pooh as he bent over and felt the slightest tingle in his stuffings. This was something entirely knew; a feeling he had never felt before.
'You know Pooh, you're looked grrrrrrrrrreat.' He said with his usual level of enthusiasm and rolling 'r's.
'Oh. Yes. Thank you Tigger.' Pooh's high-pitched voice squeaked from the cupboard. Tigger noticed Pooh's bottom wriggling back and forth as the bear delved deeper in the cupboard. In that moment Tigger decided what he had to do. The tingling in his tail was making it go stiff. He could no longer bounce. He found himself overcome by desire.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had his striped tail, now engorged with stuffing, against Pooh's rotund backside. Pooh let out a groan. He wanted it too. Tigger pulled him in closer. Purring softly, he peeled off Pooh's red shirt to expose his protruding tummy. Pooh reached behind him and undid the stitching on his backside to reveal the white fluff inside. From then on Tigger's instinct kicked in. He thrusted his throbbing tail into Pooh's welcoming orifice. Eh felt the warmth and comfort of the stuffing inside. He purred through pants and thrusted again and again. He could hear Pooh's moans in time with his efforts and that spurred him on. He pushed deeper and deeper until he feared he might tear the stuffings inside, fondling Pooh's vast tummy with his free hand. The feel of it made him want Pooh even more. His thrusting gained speed, moving towards reaching towards some beautiful feeling. The tightness of Pooh's body and the almost inaudible sounds he accidentally let out told Tigger that Pooh was feeling it too. In one final thrust of strength, they felt the sweet release in unison. A small stream of stuffings issued from the end Tigger's tail. Pooh's whole body relaxed at once to match his own.
For a few moments they remained still, panting and enjoying the pleasure shooting through their tiny bodies. Then Tigger was the first to move. His tail felt normal again now; no stiffness or anything. It was still tingling a little with a pulsing rush of satisfaction, as was Pooh. They parted awkwardly, but with sly smiles on their faces. Pooh tied up his stitches and struggled to pull his shirt back over his tummy. Tigger bounced his way back to the table and tried to hide the mixture embarrassment and joy on his face. Pooh turned to him after a while and sat down across from him, wearing a similar expression. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then chuckled together.
'So I guess we finally found out what Tiggers do best.' Tigger said and they laughed again until they were all over.