Hello humans it's Weegee1 again with another chapter of my Winnie the Pooh story. I see I have over 2400 views, I must say that surprises me I never thought I would get that many views. I truly am humbled. There have been some problems with the website recently so this chapter may not appear when I post it so I'm just saying I finished and uploaded this chapter on 11/25/2020. Now as you all in North America know this month contains Thanksgiving which means another long chapter with Grimoire entries this time focused on Native American legendary creatures, new characters including an odd wall break event and the awaited meal at Winfred's house. Here's a page from the Fanfiction bible page 3 paragraph 7 I don't own anything other than my OCs everything else belongs to the companies that own the original material. I am making this chapter longer and more in depth due to having a new person faving my story and over 25 views on chapter 7 and will continue this trend as long as people continue to read my new chapters with such gusto. Now without further ado let's begin the story.
Christopher was officially nervous, what should he wear? Should he dress casual or in some of his better clothes? As his true first date with someone he cared for he had absolutely no idea what he should do, then there was that look in Winfred's eyes. The moment she gave him that mischievous yet calculating look upon receiving the honey from him he felt a shiver run up his spine. He was used to the carefree, funny, and dare he say it airhead personality she often portrayed. Thinking back he remembered one other time she had that look in her eyes and that was when she had just gotten done completely beating the ever living crap out of a Woozle that hurt Patricia while stealing honey. Of course that was when he was still a child who knew what she could do know? Settling on a black pair of jeans, leather loafers, and a button up white shirt he could only hope he didn't upset the bear without realizing it. So focused on preparing for his date he didn't notice the family Grimoire glow purple and show two new entries when the door closed behind him as he exited the house.
Familiar
Spirit
Construct
Height Varies depending on type
Weight Varies depending on type
Cup Varies depending on type
Waist Varies depending on type
Hips Varies depending on type
Habitat Anywhere humans are found
Aggressiveness Varies
Population incalculable
Feeds solely on Mana
Lifespan Immortal
Attitude towards harem sisters Light hearted Rivalry
Familiars were originally thought to be created solely by powerful witches and wizards however in 1392 it was proven to not be an accurate statement. While animal familiars can be created by those who practice magic living breathing familiars made from cloth, wood, or other such inanimate materials can not be created solely by a magic user.
The key difference between the two is that an animal familiars is created using an animal that doesn't naturally produce Mana, usually a cat, owl, or other such small fast animal. The animal is infused with Mana using a timely and costly ritual that requires the sacrifice of nine animals of the same gender and species as well as a great deal of the magician's Mana that they will never regain which they infuse into the creature over a period of time usually a month from one full moon to the next. In exchange for the time and Mana sacrificed they gain a creature that they can share senses with that will live as long as the wizard or whitch does. A true familiar is a unique construct that has a soul of its own, it feels emotions it thinks for itself, in general it becomes its own living being loyal to the one it bonds to.
A familiar is usually brought into existence when a lonely child wishes for friendship or someone to talk to. As grand as this is a child cannot do this alone, without a genie or other such wish granting spirit the cloth will remain soft but unliving, wood will remain dry and still, and metal will remain cold and bleak. Most genies will not create a familiar for free due to the cost to themselves and the child who makes the wish, for each familiar created the genie looses a portion of its Mana as long as the familiar is in existence and the child loses some of the natural strength they would have with magic.
The only way the genie and child can regain what they lost is if the familiars are destroyed or if they undergo an obscure process called the Undressing. No one knows exactly what happens during the Undressing other than the fact that it requires the familiar and child to be of a certain age and that they connect souls, upon which the familiar's old form turns to dust and a new form emerges. Only one incident was recorded and very little was clear on the report due to age other than the names and age involved.
Elizabeth Smith aged 16 human female, Allan Smith aged 15 human male, Natasia age 11 Kikimora. Natasia was originally a toy dog with movable limbs, painted black with blue eyes measuring 10 inches in length. The young adults painted wings on the side as well as etching claws on the back feet resulting in a chimeric entity rather than a canine. Elizabeth admitted to playing with the toy when she was younger with her brother though she stopped when she got older. Allan confirmed Elizabeth's statement and went on that he kept the toy with him when he spent three years in Dr. Graff's sanitarium for the mentally unwell where Natasia would come to life and play with him after each of his sessions. When asked how she changed from a familiar into a entirely different creature she simply stated she felt the call to care for Allan grow even stronger and that she finally gained enough Mana to change. No matter how it was phrased or who asked the question Natasia couldn't describe or explain the call she mentioned.
A subtype called Greater Familiar was discovered, the only difference between the two is that greater familiars are closer to the height of the species they will become. Greater Familiars are also able to move around on their own more often and are more lifelike due to being made with a higher concentration of Mana.
Genie
Spirit
Chimeric
Height Varies
Weight Varies
Cup Varies
Waist Varies
Hips Varies
Habitat Wherever their bonded decides to live
Aggressiveness Varies
Population incalculable
Feeds exclusively on Mana
Lifespan Immortal
Acts as head of harem
Genies are divided into three categories Greater, Lesser, and True genies.
True genies are the easiest to identify due to having traits closer in appearance to the Serpent of the Garden. Greater genies are third to fifth generation children of Lilith and often appear as a normal species of monster that has one or more of the following traits: scales in place of skin or fur, a third eye, and at least one pair of horns. While True genie is a bit of a misnomer as the other two variations are also genies, True genies are the most powerful. A True genie's power is so vast that changing the weather, creating matter from nothingness, and mass creating Familiars were considered easy tasks for them. The last known True genies were leaders of the elusive Sage's harem that passed away when the Sage reached old age and embraced the Journey into the Night.
Greater genies are the direct descendants of the Sage's wives. Greater genies are odd in the fact that when they are killed their powers, knowledge, and general form is transferred to a Lesser genie acting as a form of safe guard to prevent extinction. The only thing that is not transferred is memories so that the new greater genie retains its own personality. The transformation is not perfect however, a Gashadokoru may develop red eyes and reptilian characteristics but it won't suddenly change species. Each Greater genie is connected to an aspect of reality or a point of view such as survival of the fittest which is passed to it's new reincarnation. Despite their power of self preservation they can be killed by being sealed away and starved of their Mana, a task that is easier said than done due to their capability to go decades without feeding. A Greater genie's powers depend on the genie itself but all have the power to create Familiars and share their immortality with their partners.
Lesser genies are the oddest of the classifications due to appearing randomly. A Lesser genie can be born from any monster and is a one in one million occurence, a lesser genie is almost impossible to detect except for a single birthmark sized collection of off colored scales. The only true genie power that they have is the ability to create Familiars.
A forth type of genie was hinted at in myths and legends across the world. The Primal genie was the very first genie to be created by Lilith herself. Picking the most frail and weak of her daughters Lilith named the child heir of her will. It is unknown exactly what happened afterwards but all lore agrees that the daughter became vile and hateful towards all around her. Manipulating her siblings into slaughtering each other to make sure her mother couldn't give the gift to anyone else was its known goal which it ultimately failed in. How much is based on fact and how much is myth no one knows for sure.
While walking to Winfred's house Christopher came upon some volunteer flowers from his mother's old flower bed, picking a few daisies, tulips, and geraniums he used some creeping Charlie to hold it together and make a bouquet. Straightening up Christopher continued on his way whistling a little tune to himself entirely ignorant of two enormous orange flaps covered in small purple polka dots and a deep voice sleepily murmuring "Honey.". After walking for about an hour Christopher reached Winifred and Patricia's house. It was a homely building standing a story and a half tall with a half attic for storing things mostly honey that wouldn't fit in the pantry and a basement that acted as a wood store to heat the house in the winter. The outside were made of red bricks with four windows, one on each side, and a tall chimney to pipe smoke away from the house. The front of the house had a purple door with a woven straw mat with the word HOME painted in a deep red. The odd thing was the lights were out he just hoped he wasn't late. As soon as Christopher reached forward to knock on the door it launched open and four arms reached out to pull him in.
Before Christopher could call for help or comprehend what was going on in the dark house a light was flipped on blinding him and he was pulled into a searing kiss on the lips that quickly turned into a battle of tongues. While he was having a wonderful make out session a pair of arms encircled his waist. After a few oxygen stealing minutes of heavy petting while blind Christopher used his hand to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realized was the individual who was doing her level best to fuse her lips to his wasn't Winifred like he first thought, instead it was Patricia with her smooth supple skin and bubbly rear. Looking down with his eyes now better adjusted to the light he saw Winifred smirking with that same calculating predatory look in her eyes from her spot on the floor with Patricia standing precariously on Winifred's shoulders. The second thing he noticed was neither had a single shred of clothing on, a fact that became doubly obvious when Winifred started standing and Patricia wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent her from falling and Christopher felt a wet spot form on the front of his pants as the sex starved porcine started grinding on his bulge like her life depended on it. While Patricia did her best to hump her way through Christopher's clothing without success Winifred walked around behind Christopher before reaching her arms around Christopher, pressing her hardened nipples against his back, and grabbing Patricia's ass to help her grind harder. After a few minutes Patricia threw her head back breaking her kiss with Christopher and let loose a loud high pitched squeal of pleasure and shivered in a wet orgasm coating the front of Christopher's pants in hot fragrant nectar. Once Patricia stopped twitching Winifred sugestively said "I hope you don't mind vegetable stew with honey glazed pork butt on the side." then spanked Patricia hard enough to draw a moan out of her before picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen.
Christopher followed the playful bear with his eyes glued to her wobbling ass while Patricia twitched in post orgasmic bliss every once in a while. Upon reaching the dining room Winifred had Patricia sit in one chair, told Christopher to sit in another one while she went and got the stew from the kitchen. Setting a fragrant steaming bowl in front of Christopher she roused Patricia from her near catatonic state with a tongue filled kiss. "Where are your bowls?" Christopher asked in confusion, "Oh sweety we're having a different type of meal. Tell him Patricia." Winifred purred out before nudging a crimson blushing Patricia who stood out up from her chair and took a few uncertain steps forward. "Wuh wuh We're ha ha having a thick salami wi wi with a heavy cr cr cream sauce." Patricia stuttered out whether it was from anxiety or nervousness Christopher couldn't tell. Before he could puzzle out what she meant Patricia and Winifred crawled under the tall table and proceeded to work together to unzip and take off his jeans and remove his underwear. With swift calculated movement they removed his shirt and shoes before eyeing their unveiled prize throbbing a scant few inches from their faces. If Christopher could see through the table he would see Patricia crawling backwards to sandwich his meat monolith between her bubbly ass and Winifred putting her tits around the part of his cock that wasn't nestled in warm butt cleavage allowing her hardened nipples to drag along Patricia's middle back.
Even with their best assets working together the Christopher's glans and a few inches would poke through to splash a few drops of precum onto Patricia's shoulder blades and neck as well as smearing a sticky trail on the fine hairs of Winifred's stomach causing the hairs to mat with moisture. Every combined backwards motion made Patricia's fat ass press into his musk melon sized balls causing an ever increasing amount of pre to drip forth until it was a steady drip like someone left a faucet running on low. Winifred pulled back slightly and massaged the thick oily pre into Patricia's skin making it shine before doing the same with her fuzzy abdomen and breasts stopping to give her aching nipples a twist. Smiling with a face full of mischief Winifred whispered something into Patricia's sensitive ears causing her to blush and nod. While Patricia and Winifred were working on getting their protein rich meal a blushing Christopher was raising a heavily shaking spoon to his mouth to eat his own meal of a hearty vegetable stew with carrots, mushrooms, and potatoes to his lips trying not to drop the spoon and grip the table in pleasure. With each press of Patricia's smooth ass on his balls they were stimulated and produced more pre and the fine fuzz on Winifred's breasts and stomach made a tantalizing contrast of sensations that made grunting out near impossible to avoid. His shaft was making heavy lurches with each beat of his heart and spurting molten ropes of pre in preparation for Christopher's monumental orgasm, just as the young man was about to pass the point of no return all sensation stopped entirely. Just before he could puzzle what was going on he felt a pair of lips on either side of the root of his cock while his chair was pushed back so he could see the action.
On his cock's left side Patricia was laying swift chaste kisses along the side she was on while Winifred was placing longer kisses that involved lots of tongue teasing the skin beneath her lips. Wherever their lips were not reaching they massaged and stroked with Patricia gathering pre from his tip so her hands could glide along easier while Winifred trailed her claw tips along the spire of flesh that held her unchanging focus creating a delicious combination of slight pain and more than a fair bit of pleasure. After about ten minutes of this new form of teasing Patricia and Winifred changed tactics again with Patricia getting up and running to another room while Winifred stood up. As soon as Christopher turned his head to see where Patricia ran off to Winifred struck grabbed him by his hips before throwing him over her right shoulder and following in Patricia's path. The way he was held allowed Christopher a wonderfully hypnotic view of the yellow bear's ass as it jiggled with every step throwing caution to the wind he pulled his hand back and SMACK brought it down full force onto her left ass cheek sending a flurry of motion as well as causing her to release a splash of sugary smelling cunny honey. Lifting him so he was held by the armpits in front of her she gave a wry smile and proceeded to french kiss him until they were short on oxygen. Two things happened at the same time a door slammed behind them and Christopher was bodily thrown through the air before landing on a bed.
Before Christopher could form a single coherent thought Patricia straddled his face looked him in the eye and settled herself down so her knees were on either side of his head and her ass was squashed on his chest. Shortly after his smooth skinned lover settled down and his tongue darted out to feast on her tantalizingly tight folds two large fuzzy hands took up position on Patricia's breasts rubbing the pert mounds and tweaking her nipples to bring the delicate porcine more pleasure. After about a minute the pleasure Christopher and Winifred were inflicting upon Patricia caused her vagina to tighten up on Christopher's tongue keeping his wriggling muscle trapped in place as her internal muscles tried to pull his tongue deeper inside. With a shrieking squeal like an aggravated boar Patricia let out a gush of fluids and fell to the side twitching in orgasm like she was being electrocuted. Winifred gently lifted Patricia's twitching body up before hugging her to her chest and asked in a concerned voice "Are you okay to continue Patricia?" Patricia shakingly nodded and said in a near inaudible voice "Yes, I may need help though.". In that moment Christopher couldn't help but to notice how frail and small Patricia looked in that moment, before he could ask if Patricia needed to rest she had been sat back down onto the bed.
Patricia shakingly crawled up from the foot of the bed, up Christopher's legs before reaching his pelvis. Grabbing his cock she held it upright and stood up on the bed. She turned so her ass faced him she placed his meat monster at her entrance and pushed down with all her might only for nothing to happen. Looking down she saw the problem at the same time Christopher and Winifred did. His massive glans just couldn't fit past her tight twat even with the liberal amount of pre spewing from his cock and the steady dripping of her love juice. Before Christopher could say anything Patricia took a deep breath in looked at Winifred and said in a confident tone "Do it Winnie.". Christopher looked up about to comment on Patricia's lack of stutter in wonder at the same time that Winifred put her hands on Patricia's hips, kissed her on the lips, and shoved down with enough force that the bed springs protested under the force. After half a minute of Winifred shoving down in an attempt to split Patricia's peach with Christopher's dong Christopher finally entered the young porcine's scalding depths burying his glans and a few inches as Patricia entered a position that he later learned was called reverse cowgirl. Winifred grabbed Christopher's hands and wrapped them around Patricia's abdomen so he hugged her inadvertently making him feel the bulge in her abdomen due to the sheer amount of his meat packed into her relatively small frame. After a few seconds he felt something wet splashing on his hands as her shoulders started shaking, in an attempt to comfort Patricia he pulled her so she was laying with her back on his chest.
When Patricia was leaned all the way back she looked at him with tear filled eyes and the biggest smile she's ever had "I feel complete Winnie, I feel whole. Oh Christopher how I waited for this day." with those words she sat up, leaned forward putting her hands on his thighs, and lifted herself until the glans was starting to come out of her cunny before reversing abruptly burying ten inches into her body and causing the bulge to pass her bellybutton. While Patricia was bouncing on Christopher's dick Winifred was walking to the head of the one fluid motion Winifred swung her leg over the bed and Christopher's face and settled herself over his lips. With a facefull of finely furred yellow ass he barely heard a muffled "Have some honey stud." as Winifred lowered herself so that her lower lips were making a lewd kiss with his lips. Coming out of his shock Christopher grabbed twin handfuls of remarkable doughy ass and began feasting on her folds like it was the most delicious thing in the world polishing her clit and spelunking her depths with his curious tongue. Drawing his lovers into shaking orgasm after shaking orgasm Winifred ground down on the appendage pleasuring her while Patricia continued her movement at a steadily increasing rate causing her cervix to kiss Christopher's glans until her ass was steadily clapping and rippling hypnotically while Winifred swatted it from time to time. Gritting his teeth Christopher neared his precipice at the same time as Patricia "Ahh ahh ahh! Wuh wuh Winnie! I need ahh ahh ahhnn a little help here!". As soon as the words passed Patricia's lips Winifred begrudgingly raised herself up, grabbed Patricia's hips, and shoved as hard as she could for ten seconds nothing changed other than the increase in pressure and Patricia's grinding her cervix on the enormous cock head buried inside her. On the eleventh second an entire foot of meat battered their way past Patricia's cervix and punched the back of her womb. Time stood still holding its breath until Christopher's cock gave a powerful lurch in its fleshy new home, then a second lurch, on the third lurch his massive balls pulled up hitting Patricia's clit and sending her into a massive orgasm that caused her cunt to ripple in a milking motion around the entirety of the dong inside her and for her to fall back onto Christopher's chest.
Christopher's hips bucked on instinct as a golfball thick bulge traveled up his cum vein and into the womb his glans were buried in with an audible splash before it was chased by another thick rope of cum. Unlike Christopher who was still blind to the world other than the massive ass taking up his entire field of view and Patricia who could do nothing but twitch and drool in her fucked stupid state Winifred could see everything going on. With wide eyes Winifred saw the cum travel up Christopher's cock, push up the skin of Patricia's belly, and splatter heavily as well as noisily into the blissed out porcine's womb. The streams just kept going on and on, expanding Patricia's abdomen slowly yet steadily. Winifred slowly dismounted Christopher's face to get a hidden tool from one of the drawers of the cabinet in the corner unable to pry her unbelieving eyes from the overly sexual sight before her. When Winifred finally reached the cabinet after a tense five seconds of trying to avoid bumping into something Patricia's womb is so packed that it looks like she swallowed a basket ball and Christopher is still cumming. Turning quickly Winifred yanks the drawer open, thrusts her arm in and feels around before pulling out an unidentifiable rubber spherical object. When the ursine looks back her mouth drops open, Patricia's puffed up womb is now grotesquely filled to the point that it looks like she's due to deliver twins and her stomach is shiny from how stretched the skin is. The shocking thing is that Christopher still isn't done cumming it takes ten more seconds for him to stop ejaculating which results in Patricia sporting a belly so full of cum that her stomach is nearly as big as the porcine it belongs to. Winifred sets down the tool between Christopher's feet, pulls Patricia off, or rather tries to. Due to the weight of all the jizz audibly sloshing in Patricia's womb and the fact that Christopher's glans are stuck behind Patricia's cervix firmly thanks to his erection remaining hard Winifred can't seem to be able to separate them.
Growling Winifred picks up the sphere of rubber, puts it between her teeth, straddles Christopher's face, and puts her arms under the unconscious Patricia's armpits and starts pulling. With each yank the blissed out pig moans softly, on the third yank her hand lazily makes its way to her distended belly and starts rubbing in circles, on the tenth Christopher's cock slips free with a loud pop. Swiftly moving and grabbing the rubber sphere Winifred looks in wonder at Patricia's stretched cunny which sealed up completely leaving no mess between her thick thighs except for maybe a cup of jizz on the sheets which was mixed with several cups of cunny honey. Christopher's immense near dozen gallon orgasm had been completely sealed in Patricia's womb except for a little on the sheets. Out of curiosity Winifred reached out and stroked Patricia's cum stuffed belly causing her to smile in her sleep and roll to the left. while her stomach made a sound similar to an over filled water balloon. Once Patricia moved Christopher's shocked face and sweaty form was revealed to Winifred's curious eyes seeing that Christopher was alright the bears face turned absolutely feral. "How did you like the honey glazed pork butt? I hope it was good 'cause dessert's up. I hope you enjoy the maple glazed bear claws." Winifred said in a husky growl before she dropped to all fours and shook her enormous ass. When Christopher just stared the bear pulled her lips back and snarled "Stop sitting there and fuck me damn it! I'm so horny it hurts." sensing the anger and desperation in Winifred's voice Christopher slowly rolled out of the bed so that he wouldn't wake Patricia up and advanced on the panting and aroused bear.
Rubbing the delectable ass flesh before him Christopher lowered himself to his knees before a thought popped into his head. The idea was risky especially with how aroused and agitated the bear is, taking the chance Christopher sunk his hands in the warm meat of Winifred's hips, lifted them up so her cunny was eye level and dove in. "Damn it Christopher stop teasing me and just. OOHHH!" Winifred started growling out before letting out a guttural moan as Christopher's lips wrapped around her clit and his tongue began battering the tender bundle of nerves. Up, down, and round his tongue went on the agitated bear's pleasure button drawing out moans at first then ursine cuffs from his ecstacy bound lover. After a while scratching began to be heard amongst the cacophony of sexual noises before with a literal roar Winifred orgasmed before slumping down in a pleasure induced stupor. A soft touch on Christopher's shoulder caused him to tense in shock "She looks so happy Christopher." a calm voice said. Looking next to him he saw Patricia's side profile with a massively bloated stomach still audibly gurgling with his cum, hardened nipples capping petite breasts, a curly tail wagging slightly above a huge ass, and a surprisingly calm smile on a face that would usually be trapped in a nervous expression. The other difference was revealed when she turned to face him nestled in her cunny was the rubber sphere that Winifred took out of the drawer "It would be a shame if all that hot jizz would wash out of me now wouldn't it Christopher? Besides I think I look good like this and based on the way that delicious meat stick of your's is twitching you do to." after her lewd comment she gently shook her bloated belly which made a gentle sloshing sound. Christopher's jaw dropping open before closing and opening again just like a fish a couple of times which brought a beautiful laugh from Patricia.
"Oh Christopher, how happy you've made me. For so many years I feared being rejected by you even though I know you aren't that type of person. Despite knowing that you cared for me I couldn't help but to compare myself to the others. I can't clean like Roxanne, I can't repair things like Gabriel, I can't cook like Ruth, I can't mend clothing like Kendra, I'm not strong like Winnie, I'm not fast like Tigger, I can't fly like Kessie, I can't banter in a battle of wits endlessly like Olivia, and I can't think things through as quickly as Eeyore." Patricia said with a small smile "What I can do is love you like you love me. When one of those born of magic bond with their chosen we feel what they feel for us. You don't see any of us as an irritant or a burden but as a unique individual, individuals that you love. Now let's get goldilocks over there on the bed so you plow the rest of her brains out.". Christopher's plan was to carry Winifred to the bed, Patricia's was slightly different. Drawing her hand back Patricia brought her hand down full force right onto Winifred's puffball of a tail. With speed Christopher's eyes could barely keep up with Winifred hurled herself fowards and under the bedsheets. "And that Christopher is how you make a bear move." Patricia smugly stated causing Winifred to glare out from the covers and stick her tongue out. "Now go get her!" Patricia exclaimed before giving him a smack on the ass that made Christopher jump and move towards the bed. Winifred shook her massive ass back and forth faster with each step Christopher took towards the bed and the bear on top of it until her hips were grabbed firmly by Christopher's hands.
Christopher moved his hands so his left hand was sunk into the malleable meat of her ass cheek and his right hand was firmly wrapped around his cock. He pulled his hand back and brought it down hard enough for sound to reverberate around the room. Rubbing his cock along her honey glased snatch he shoved forwards burying the glans entirely before a weight struck his back burying him eleven inches deep causing his cock's tip to kiss Winifred's cervix and the bear's belly to tent slightly. Looking back Christopher saw Patricia smiling at him before she grabbed his hips and pulled, deciding to see were the cum stuffed porcine was going with her actions he followed through with her pulling. When only the tip of his dick remained inside Patricia swiftly stopped pulling on his hips and instead pushed until his cock hit Winifred's cervix again. Eventually he found a rhythm that Patricia found acceptable at which point she stopped pushing and pulling him and moved his right hand so it was firmly on the base of Winifred's tail.
With every squeeze of the huffing bear's tail her twat would ripple around him and pull his dick more insistently against her cervix until it finally gave way "AAHHHN. Fuh Fuh Fuh FUCK YESSSS." the bear wailed out. With shaking arms Winifred turned herself over while Christopher's dick remained buried sixteen inches inside of the bear. Looking down at her abdomen brought the fact that her stomach was tented with meat to Christopher and Patricia's attention "Holy shit! Was my stomach like that?" Christopher could only nod while he unknowingly increased his pace. After several minutes Christopher finally got the last inch of his cock into Winifred's cunt triggering her orgasm which forced him to spill his cum into her. A flood of white erupted from his cock before splashing into the bear's steadily filling womb, rope after rope hit the back of Winifred's cunny. Her abdomen started to slowly distended from the spunk that was being packed in it cup after cup of frothy cream was stuffed into her body first looking like she over ate, then like she had a basketball in her stomach, and finally a beachball sized sphere pushed her tits up and obscured most of her face. For minutes his back remained rigid while his dong unloaded into her gluttonous womb while her eyes rolled around in her head and her body shudders in one long drawn out orgasm. Despite the strain on their bodies Christopher and Winifred continue riding the waves of their orgasms, after five or so minutes Christopher's orgasm stops and he falls on top of her bloated sloshing womb pulling a warbling moan from the passed out bear. "Here you go Chris." Patricia says from behind him causing Christopher to jump and fall off the bed. Patricia leaps forward and buries her hand between Winifred's thighs lodging a slightly larger rubber sphere than what she has inside her body into place to prevent any of Christopher's cream from leaving Winifred's folds. "That was close. I think it's nap time Chris." Patricia yawns out before pulling herself onto the bed and patting the spot between her and Winifred. Shrugging his shoulders Christopher gets into the bed, wraps an arm around each of his girls and falls to sleep alongside them. If he would have stayed awake a few seconds longer he would have seen golden light emerge from Winifred and Patricia before covering all three of them like a blanket
In an unknown interdimensional location
Sitting in front of a desk with several computer monitors was a young blond haired man wearing thick eye obscuring glasses, black slacks, white shoes, and a red shirt. "Ah hello there. Yes you reading this story." The young man said as he turned around his chair revealing it to be a wheel chair with cushioned arm rests and a stick for making the wheel chair move. "Now before you wig out or wonder what's going on allowed me to say that I am glad you are reading this story. It means that the dimensions of written words are still observable and haven't been forgotten yet." deep down you debate on shutting down the page this story is on after all you could be playing video games or anything other than this weird forth wall break attempt he hasn't even told you his name yet. "My name is Stephen Wysemen. Pronounced Why Ssss Min. A lot of people pronounce it Wise Men for some reason. But I digress being alone can make you a little bizarre in the mind." The man shrugs his shoulders in a mix of boredom and thought "Now I am pretty sure that in the fifth dimension their are horrible things going on disease, unemployment, fear, distrust, and hate. You are probably reading this story for the fornication between characters maybe you even like the plot. Now before you despair at the state of your world I want you to know that you can change your world, it won't be easy in fact it may be the most difficult thing you try to do."
The man, Stephen you correct yourself takes a breath and starts talking again "To change your world you need three things. A goal that you believe in, a person you trust to help you along your way, and the willingness to speak up for yourself. The goal can be as simple as waking up looking forward to the new day to as complicated to uniting the human race in unity. The person doesn't have to be human, a dog or other companion animal can be helpful and therapeutic. The most important thing is to speak up for yourself, break away from the herd mentality, become your own person only then can you reach your goals." Stephen starts wheeling towards a white door that just sits in the middle of the room. You can swear the door wasn't there before. When he gets near the door it opens up on its own revealing a miniature galaxy. "How rude of me I forgot to tell you how to continue on your way to the story. Simply look at the monitor." With those parting words Stephen wheeled his way through the door which closed behind him and dissapeared into nothingness. On the desk sat a lonely monitor with the power active that simply read Activate critical Grimoire update 2? Y/N before you can puzzle out what this means a small hourglass in the corner of the screen runs out and you return from whence you came.
Several places around the world including Christopher's house lit up briefly. As soon as the light faded several unique books got a large amount of information on several fantastical creatures. A large hand tanned by the sun and gnarled by age reached out and pulled a tattered book off of a stone shelf. The book was covered in tattered leather, held together by fishing wire, and kept shut by a small necklace ending in a tiny rusty anchor. Opening the book revealed several new entries still shining slightly from the magic involved in updating the pages or in some cases filling formerly empty pages.
In an unknown location
A concealed figure set down his welding torch and wrench before slowly making their way to a workbench. Slowly settling down into a deep seat the figure wearily leaned back before a completely white, featureless yet feminine figure brought over a small silver 3x3x3 metal box covered with yellow symbols that was vibrating on and off. "Thanks Seraphina." the figure said in a synthesized voice before lifting off their welding visor revealing hazel eyes, a bald head, and a pale face riddled with small burn scars some faded with time others fresh. The young man leaned over and kissed Seraphina on the cheek before the white figure turned red where her cheeks would be before she put her hands in front of her mouth and acted like it was giggling. Seraphina twirled around and skipped to the door before turning around, miming blowing an air kiss, and bolted through the door. Shaking his head while smiling the tinkerer pressed a button hidden on the side of the box which caused a hologram to be projected on the wall describing several monsters. Reclining and shifting a large mass that was situated in front of him the young man began looking at the new information that was revealed on the wall from the hologram.
Coyote
Mammal
Canine
Height 4 feet 8 inches to 5 feet 6 inches
Weight 100 to 150 pounds
Cup B to E
Waist 26 to 32 inches
Hips 40 to 60 inches
Habitat Native American historical lands
Aggressiveness Sly Mischievious
Population Uncommon
Omnivore
Lifespan 30 to 40 years
Harem place Den Mother
Coyote are known for three things a n innate knowledge of pranks from a young age, deviousness, and notoriously bad luck. From the dawn of civilization Coyote were there to play pranks on their less magically inclined kindred, from misplaced items to random barking sounding in the distance Coyote did everything to commit mischief on those around them. A group of Coyote, called a Den would meticulously pick a single individual in a tribe, usually the highest or lowest ranking bachelor and proceed to make the individual's life as difficult as possible. It is hard to detect a Coyote due to their skills at hiding and imitation, while sober a Coyote looks like a normal tribe woman, once they are intoxicated their true form is revealed. Their ears become pointed, a fuzzy tail become visible, teeth sharpen to points, hair grows to cover their entire body, and their nails become clawed. The other way to tell a Coyote from a normal woman is the fact that they have six extra nipples beneath their primary breasts that they keep wrapped up and hidden. As mischief loving as a Coyote is they don't enjoy harming their target instead using their pranks as a form of mating ritual. If the victim outsmarts the Coyote they reveal themselves and accepts "punishment". A person bonded to a Coyote gains a clever wife and near super natural levels of luck, a person attempting to poison the drink of a Coyote's mate will find their drink poisoned instead, an arrow shot at a hunted animal will hit vital organs easier, and several other odd occurrences that can be written of to "luck". A Coyote doesn't cause any transformations in their partners other than the increased luck.
Thunderbird
Avian
Harpy Subtype
Height 5 feet 3 inches
Weight 50 to 60 pounds
Cup A to C
Waist 34 inches
Hips 52 inches
Habitat North American
Aggressiveness Viscious
Population Very Rare
Carnivore
Lifespan 30 to 40 years
Harem place Enforcer
Few creatures are as sadistic and violent as a Thunderbird. With the ability to gain energy from electricity from lightning and static a Thunderbird could remain airborne for months at a time landing only to eat or attack something before taking off again. They have hair that stands in all directions due to their electrical charge, large white wings, vibrantly colored eyes, and a black tongue. With sharp teeth hidden behind thin lips, bird like legs and feet ending in long talon tipped toes able take a person's arm off with little difficulty, and the ability to unleash a flesh burning bolt of electricity when threatened very few people would challenge a Thunderbird and survive. What makes a Thunderbird a true threat is their innate urge to attack anything that can't fly, seeing them as an unsightly blight upon existence that must be eradicated. Thunderbirds are at their weakest during mating season due to the need to land to copulate. A clever person can push a Thunderbird into a body of water causing the electricity stored in a Thunderbird to disperse leaving them relatively helpless. A Thunderbird defeated this way bonds to the human giving them a high resistance to electricity and cold. A bonded Thunderbird enforces their new "flock leader's" orders with violent fervor having little to no mercy even on her harem sisters unless ordered otherwise.
Cornucopia
Plant
Flowering
Height 5 feet 7 inches to 9 feet
Weight 80 to 200 pounds
Cup B to M
Waist 30 to 60 inches
Hips 50 to 80 inches
Habitat Temperate Climats in North and South America
Aggressiveness Calm Curious
Population Near Extinct
Feeds on sunlight and Mana
Lifespan 50 to 60 years
Harem place Den Mother
A Cornucopia is a strange entity in the fact that their child stages are identical but their adult forms vary drastically. A Cornucopia starts as a green skinned humanoid with brown hair and a wreath of small white flowers around their neck like a mane that stands around 4 feet tall and weighs about 60 pounds that most people mistake for a very short Dryad due to their connection to nature. A Cornucopia spends most of its time helping children in the garden and showing them caches of berries, nuts, and other edible natural ingredients. When its chosen target enters adult hood so do they, their height increases based on the preference in fruits and nuts that their target has. For example of a vine based Cornucopia a grape will have greenish eyes, reddish hair, purple skin, B cup breasts, a very thin waist, a pert backside, and will stand at around 5 feet 8 inches tall, for a tree based Cornucopia an apple will have green hair, red skin, brown eyes, D cup breasts, a 40 or so inch waist, a round backside, and will stand about 8 feet tall, and for a nut based Cornucopia a walnut will have pure white eyes other than a green pupil, brown hair, green skin, L cup breasts on average, a slightly pudgy belly, a massive ass, and will stand about 7 feet tall. A Cornucopia has the ability to cause fruit bearing plants to produce more harvest than they usually would. With deforestation their numbers have dwindled to near extinction. They cause no transformation in their partners.
Bird of Gratitude (Turkey Harpy)
Avian
Harpy Subtype
Height 4 feet to 4 feet 6 inches
Weight 120 to 160 pounds
Cup G to K
Waist 36 to 42 inches
Hips 50 to 68 inches
Habitat North America
Aggressiveness Playful Curious
Population Rare
Omnivore
Lifespan 20 to 30 years
Harem place Teacher
One of the many subtypes of flightless harpies a Bird of Gratitude is the second smallest of all flightless harpy species and also the only subspecies that doesn't instantly flee at the first sign of something bigger than them. Turkey harpy's are covered in a fine down of brown feathers, have yellow eyes, puffy lips, large breasts, a pudgy stomach, a pillowy ass, thin arms, and thick legs ending in short blunt talons. Despite their small stature and relatively lazy appearance they are surprisingly intelligent able to outsmart most humans with ease. It is this intelligence that allows them to be technically immortal, when they get up in years they pick one chick from their clutch and imprints their mannerisms, thought processes, and other personality traits onto the chick making a younger clone of itself. Once the process is done the harpy goes into the woods and turns into dust. It is due to this capability to revive themselves that they are sometimes called dirt phoenixes. Due to their knowledge being preserved perfectly from one body to the next they act as teachers for their harem sister's children as well as their own. They cause a form of eidetic memory to develop in their partner as well as a massive increase in testisticular size and reproductive fluid output to better "baste the bird" as they say.
Uktena (Horned Water Serpent)
Reptile
Naga Subtype
Height 25 foot long serpent half 5 foot tall humanoid half
Weight 250 to 350 pounds
Cup F to H
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat Great lakes area and other year round wetlands
Aggressiveness Sly Mischievous
Population Near Extinct
Carnivore (Fish)
Lifespan 50 years
Harem place Guardian
The Uktena is an elusive being with dark blue scales on its lower half and pale blue skin on its upper half. With pitch black eyes, black hair, webbed hands with clawed fingers, and sharp teeth the Uktena looks like most other amphibious Naga subtypes other than the large antlers on their heads. Uktena enjoy watching fishers as they work, those that they favor are apt to catch unnaturally large fish in their nets. Every once in a while a Uktena will tie baubles and jewelry in the lines of those who manage to catch sight of them and accept the serpent despite their alarming appearance. An Uktena is able to control water to a certain extent, making obscuring mists rise from large bodies of water, heat or cool any water around them, and cause water to freeze solid. A Uktena takes the role of babysitter in a harem watching her clutch as well as any other children. An Uktena causes their partner to gain an innate ability to sense where fish are dwelling.
Nimerigar
Demon
Humanoid
Height 2 feet tall
Weight 50 pounds
Cup A
Waist 10 to 12 inches
Hips 12 to 16 inches
Habitat North American Grasslands
Aggressiveness Genocidal
Population Extinct
Carnivore (human flesh)
Lifespan 3 to 5 years
Harem place None
Nimerigar were a scourge upon all that weren't them. Xenophobic in the extreme and extremely lacking in the patience department the stoney skinned diminutive demons killed anything they perceived to be offensive to them including some of their own kind. Following the simple rule of survival of the fittest killing of any of their kind that are injured or sick seeing them as a burden on the community. When they are in battle (which they are more often than not) the wield tiny bows with arrows made from sharpened twigs coated in their poisonous mucus which caused inflammation, stiffness, and eventually paralysis. It is thought that the Nimerigar were finally made extinct by a combined focused effort by several tribes and settlers dealing their burrows trapping them in their nests until they starved. It is said that Nimerigar had a severe allergy to salt and garlic which would cause inflammation of the lungs and suffocation.
Bear Maiden
Mammal
Ursine
Height 6 feet 8 inches
Weight 230 pounds
Cup G to J
Waist 32 to 48
Hips 50 to 70
Habitat North American Woodlands
Aggressiveness Irritable Lazy
Population Very Rare
Carnivore
Lifespan 40 to 50 years
Harem Place Den Mother
A Bear Maiden is a being that is a living contradiction with a rage capable of breaking pine trees in half and a voracious appetite for honey and fish most assume they are just female engines of destruction. What many don't know is that they prefer to laze about with their harem sisters and mate and that they only become violent if their cubs or family are threatened. A Bear Maiden is covered in fine yellow or blond fur with a long silky curtain of hair, abnormaly large human hands tipped with claws, a small puffy tail tops a large butt, and strong yet soft legs allow them surprising agility. A Bear Maiden makes a wonderful den mother with their natural patience and protective qualities. A Bear Maiden's partner will gain an increase in natural strength and genital size.
Ork
Mammal
Porcine
Height 5 feet 3 inches to 7 feet 6 inches
Weight 145 to 250 pounds
Cup E to I
Waist 32 to 40 inches
Hips 55 to 80 inches
Habitat Anywhere humans are found
Aggressiveness Cowardly Violent
Population Near Extinct
Omnivore
Lifespan 40 to 60 years
Harem place Enforcer
An Ork is divided into two types Domestic and Dire. A Domestic Ork is hairless as well as shorter shorter standing closer to 5 feet than 7, has pinkish skin, a short curly tail tops their bottom, and lack tusks of any kind. A Dire Ork stands over 7 feet tall, has a black or brown mohawk, have brownish green skin, a cow like tail ending in a tuft of hair, and tusks that poke out past full lips. An Ork is brave as long as they are control of the situation, as soon as the situation turns against them they become cowardly and attempt to flee. A person who can keep up with an Ork finds an extremely maleable being, as long as they are treated well they will do their utmost to protect their new troop leader and their harem sisters. A bonded Ork will fight unflinchingly to defend its family no matter the odds, an Ork gifts their bonded with a boost in strength.
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