Hello humans it's Weegee1 again with another chapter of my Winnie the Pooh story. Suffice it to say that I am not dead. I might be sick weak and tired but I'm not dead. I wanted to post a chapter before Yule but sadly life once again reared its diseased rotting head and said "not happening.". So here it is a dollar short and a few days late. This is one of the last reasonably happy chapters before all metaphorical hell breaks loose. Suffice it to say I still don't own anything other than my OCs.

With blurry eyes Christopher awoke in his bed. As if some great cosmic force deigned it necessary he came to surrounded by two warm bodies. One was distinctly larger than the other at easily seven feet tall if not taller. The other was closer to his height as well as much lighter. Rubbing his eyes a few times to clear the morning gunk from his vision Christopher came across an alarming sight. Pink smoke slowly filled the room. Before he could reach or yell out to wake Kendra and Ruth the feeling of spectral hands grasping his limbs and covering his mouth overtook him as he was forced back to sleep. Slowly the pink smoke slithered its way into Christopher's, Kendra's, and Ruth's nostrils returning them all to the land of nod.

Once Christopher and the others were asleep an odd creature squeezed out from under the bed. It was an amalgamation of animals with a tuskless elephant's head, a curvaceous body covered in fur similar to a panda's, striped claw tipped arms like a tiger's, smooth yet thick legs ending in a rhinoceros's foot, and an ox's tail above a rather large rump. The strangest thing was that the being was completely pink other than a black stripe around its middle and a smattering of yellow spots on its ears. She stood between eight and nine feet tall being closer to nine feet tall than eight. Giggling in a dopey manner as she walked up to Christopher she fiddled with her thumbs nervously. The creature sucked in a lung full of air and kissed him on the forehead. With a giggle she walked to Christopher's Grimoire and started writing.

After writing in the book the odd being slowly began to disappear. Before fully disappearing she started singing in a deep voice slowly shaping the dreams Christopher, Kendra, and Ruth were stuck in.

Look out! Look out!

Pink elephants on parade

Here they come!

Hippety hoppety

They're here and there

Pink elephants ev'rywhere

Look out! Look out!

They're walking around the bed

On their head

Clippety cloppety

Arrayed in braid

Pink elephants on parade

What'll I do? What'll I do?

What an unusual view!

I could stand the sight of worms

And look at microscopic germs

But technicolor pachyderms

Is really to much for me

I am not the type to faint

When things are odd or things

Are quaint

But seeing things you know that ain't

Can certainly give you an awful fright!

What a sight!

Chase 'em away!

Chase 'em away!

I'm afraid need your aid

Pink elephants on parade!

Pink elephants!

Pink elephants!

The dream defied all sane logic. Filled with a deep inescapable voice that came from all sides, above, and beneath. Dancing pink elephants of all shades paraded around his bed which floated on a dark pink ocean. Worms with elephant heads slithered from all directions and greeted one another with a tipping of a bowler hat. On and on this hallucinatory nightmare continued. Once the sanity straining dream finally ended Christopher shot up and sucked in air before coughing out a cloud of pink smoke. Before the smoke dispersed it turned into a pink elephant head and winked at him.

Now that Christopher was fully awake and free of whatever caused that madness inducing dream he finally got the chance to look at his bedfellows. The figure to the right was tall enough that her legs hung off the bed. She had hips wide enough to pitch the covers nearly off of herself, massive breasts, and a long curtain of silky brown hair. Her bright blue eyes were set above a rounded Muzzle with lips curled up into a smile as her long rounded ears pivoted around to take in more noise. The figure to his left was a smaller copy of the first. The only difference other than size was her hair being black and her eyes being a darker blue than the first.

"Umm would you like some pancakes for breakfast?" Christopher asked in a nervous attempt to break the silence. Kendra smiled and happily replied "That sounds wonderful Christopher.". Ruth's reply was far more energetic hauling the surprised young man into a hug which nearly smothered him due to her increased breast size before peppering his head with kisses. "Pancakes!" she squealed in joy before letting go of Christopher and bounding out the bedroom door towards the kitchen. As Christopher began sitting up to get out of bed he felt a soft hand grasp his shoulder preventing him from leaving the bed. "I need you to promise me something Christopher." Kendra stated in a voice devoid of all joy or humor. Noting the tone Christopher looked at her giving the mother all of his attention. Kendra gave a sad little smile and continued on with her thoughts "If something happens to me take care of Ruth.". Interrupting Christopher's words with a finger to his lips Ruth kept on with her ominous words "Just call it a mother's intuition. I don't think anything will happen but it is best to be prepared for anything and I know you will take care of her. You have a heart of gold Christopher it's one of the reasons we all love you.".

With her piece said Kendra gave the confused young man a chaste kiss on the lips and got off the bed obscuring Christopher's vision with her massive posterior. On her way out the door Kendra bumped her head on the frame due to her great increase in height. Muttering inaudibly she continued onwards to the kitchen. Thinking on Kendra's words Christopher got dressed throwing on a white button up shirt, a blue zip up hooded sweat shirt, black long pants, thick woolen socks, and brown leather shoes. Upon reaching the kitchen Christopher saw a proverbial war zone. On the counter were empty eggshells, batter splotches, flour dust, sugar piles, and still spreading milk stains. Ruth was wearing more flour than what was in the pancake batter while Kendra seemed to have egg in her hair. With a slight cough Christopher gained the two kangaroos attention "I think you both may need a shower.".

With a sheepish expression across her muzzle Kendra picked up Ruth who gave a squeak before she Kendra slung her daughter and began making her way to the bathroom to shower. With a chuckle Christopher began cleaning up the mess the two made. Once everything was cleaned up Christopher got out plates, knives, forks, butter, and syrup. Once the plates, utensils, and condiments were set up he fetched his pancake griddle, lightly coated it with oil, and started it heating for the pancakes. Once the pan was heated enough he got out a ladle and spatula then put on the first group of pancakes on. Once they were golden brown he flipped the light and fluffy breakfast food over to begin browning on the other side. While he was waiting for the pancakes he scurried to the cabinets to get out the three glasses he forgot for milk.

Pivoting on his feet swiftly he set the glasses down, grabbed a plate then flipped the pancakes of the griddle and onto the plate. Once the griddle was emptied he put on the next batch of batter and went to the fridge to get the milk. When he opened the fridge to get the milk he noticed that there was no milk or orange juice in fact a great deal of the fridge was empty. With a shake of his head he murmured "Going to have to go to town tomorrow." then he filled the glasses with water. Quickly moving to the stove he flipped the pancakes and readied the next plate for the upcoming batch of goodies. With a thump he heard Kendra scolding Ruth "What did you knock over now?" with Ruth quickly retorting with "I have no clue something fell over in his bedroom.". "Go eat your pancakes I'll see what it is." Kendra ordered before exhaling a sigh of exasperation. Ruth popped into the kitchen with still wet hair at the same time Christopher pulled the latest batch of breakfast goodness off the griddle and onto the plate. With a practiced slide he shuttled the plate into position on the table so it stopped in front of Kendra's seat. Ruth hopped onto her seed and proceeded to skip using the butter or her knife and simply baptized her pancakes in an ocean of sticky molten sugar.

While she was flooding her plate with syrup Christopher started on the last set of pancakes when suddenly a spray of something warm hit the back of his head causing his hair to mat to his skull. Turning around he saw nothing except for Ruth eating whole pancakes at an alarming rate he went back to the griddle and mentally noted that he might have to check the pipes for cracks. Once he flipped the pancakes over a stream of the warm liquid from before hit him on the back of the neck. Spinning around he looked straight up hoping to see where the liquid was coming from only to find nothing but clean and dry ceiling shrugging in confusion he went back to tend the pancakes. Flipping the pancakes from the griddle onto the final plate he was sprayed again this time was different when Kendra immediately yelled "Ruth knock that off at once!".

Turning around quickly Christopher noticed Kendra glaring at Ruth with narrowed eyes while Ruth looked stunned at being caught. Before Christopher could ask what was going on he noticed Ruth's hand covered in some sort of fluid and a steady dripping noise. Looking closer Christopher noticed a whitish fluid dripping off the edge of the table and splattering onto the floor. "Come on mom it was funny." Ruth whined only to be cut off by Kendra's glare "Fine I'm sorry for spraying you with milk Christopher." the cowed and scolded kangaroo groused out. In confusion Christopher asked the one question he knew deep down he shouldn't have asked "What milk?". Instantly Kendra's face went from calm and controlled to nervous and afraid while Ruth went from sulking to a muzzle stretching smirk of endless mischief. "This milk!" Ruth exclaimed with mad glee before cackling as she firmly grasped her breasts and hosed the stunned cook in the face with a twin stream of milk causing Christopher to be briefly blinded. Taking her chances Ruth inhaled her last pancake and bounded out of the house laughing.

Kendra shook her head and helped the stunned Christopher to his seat. Once Christopher was settled into his chair Kendra buttered and syruped his pancakes. Once Christopher took a bite of his pancakes she reached into her pouch, pulled out Christopher's family Grimoire, set it on the table within his reach, and sat down to eat her own pancakes. "You mustn't blame Ruth to much for her prior actions." Kendra said in a meek tone "When our kind come of age they produce milk and they show that fact to a male that draws their attention. I just didn't think she would be immature enough to use it as a water gun. I'll talk to her about it later.". Nervously rubbing the back of his head only to pull sticky sweet smelling and tasting fingers away Christopher smiled at Kendra "It's okay. I can't pretend to understand but it's a learning experience for all of us I think." the young man said in an understanding manner drawing a smile from Kendra. Feeling ignored the Grimoire wafted out some pink smoke to draw attention and then opened on its own. Looking at the odd sight Christopher began reading the new entries that appeared within the book while he and Kendra ate in silence.

Alraune

Plant

Humanoid

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hip: Varies

Habitat: Warm Moist Climates near Gallows

Aggressiveness: Varies

Population: Near Extinct

Food: The memories and flesh of the hung and Mana

Lifespan: Potentially Immortal

Harem Place: Den Mother

The Alraune or Hangman's Rose is an odd being even when compared to most other monsters. Each Alraune is born when a powerfully Gifted female of any species is executed by hanging. Most are born of human's accused of being a witch. The desperation and fear trigger something in some of these females. Rather than slowly release their Mana upon death it remains tightly bound into the body forming a sand sized crystal based upon their gift (red for fire or biological gifts, blue for water based gifts etc). Once the body is decayed enough the crystal falls to the ground. Over time the crystal gains size and color by absorbing the blood and flesh of the executed.

Eventually the crystal gains enough size and Mana to act as a seed of sorts. Once this "seed" makes contact with a flowering plant it gradually begins to override the plants growth cycle. Over a great many years the plant begins growing a massive pod large enough to house a fully grown human. Within this pod grows a replica of the original executed individual. Over a period of several years the body is slowly created piece by piece. While it is forming it continues to absorb memories from those executed in its vicinity gaining an understanding of the world it is to emerge into.

Once completely formed it claws free of its pod and burrows towards the surface. For the first thirteen hours of its life its skin remains a dark green as its skin slowly hardens and changes pigmentation. After the thirteenth hour an Alraune is indistinguishable from the individual it was formed from other than a green tongue and a multi colored crystalline core in its chest. If an Alraune would be destroyed it will do its best to hide its core and regrow a new body rather than face destruction. An Alraune while gifted in a great many confrontational skills prefer to teach the children in a harem or continue growing its own knowledge. An Alraune gifts their bonded with a high resilience to mind altering effects ranging from hypnotism to mental degradation.

Were Folk

Mammal

Humanoid

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hip: Varies

Habitat: Anywhere Humans are found

Aggressiveness: Varies

Population: Unknown

Food: Varies

Lifespan: Varies

Harem Place: Varies

Were Folk is an encompassing term for any non undead monster that transforms during a full moon with the capacity to infect human females via saliva or blood. It isn't known how many species of Were Folk there are. What is known is that true Were Folks consist of mammals. There is very little that is truly factually correct about Were Folk with most "facts" actually being superstitious myths.

Mountain Mother

Mammal

Geomyidae

Height: 8 to 9 Feet tall

Weight: 250 to 290 pounds

Cup: G to K

Waist: 40 to 52 inches

Hip: 70 to 90 inches

Habitat: North America

Aggressiveness: Calm Peaceful

Population: Unknown

Food: Omnivore

Lifespan: 60-80 Years

Harem Place: Den Mother, Enforcer

Mountain Mothers are beings spoken of in certain Native American myths. They are said to take the form of talking moles or gophers to spread knowledge. What few know is that the mole or gopher merely acts as a mouthpiece for the Mountain Mother. The Mountain Mother itself is a large creature covered with long, soft, brownish hair that obscures its beady eyes. Its form is motherly, with large curves covered in a layer of fat. It has long sharp claws and pointy teeth.

Despite its fearsome appearance it has a vast intelligence and the patience of the earth itself. Each action is calculated and meticulous. Very few things make a Mountain Mother take uncalculated or sporadic actions. During the winter the Mountain Mother slumbers deep beneath the earth storing energy for the summertime. During the summer it expands its tunnels and feeds on dead or rotting roots to promote healthy plant growth. During the heat of summer it slowly searches for a partner to help continue its species. A Mountain Mother enjoys foraging for food and entertaining the children in a harem. A Mountain Mother gifts their bonded with an increase in height and genital size.

Galatea

Construct

Humanoid

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hips: Varies

Habitat: Anywhere humans are found

Aggressiveness: Varies

Population: Unknown

Diet: Mana

Lifespan: Immortal

Harem Place: Enforcer

Galatea is a catch all term for a type of primitive human made living construct. A Galatea can be made into any female shape or form and can be made from any shapeable substance. A Galatea can be made for any task or purpose by the maker limited only by the maker's imagination. The one thing that unites these constructs is a heart shaped core made from a single large piece of ivory. A master craftsman can make a Galatea that is unable to be differentiated from a human in any way shape or form allowing them to blend in with human society unnoticed.

Manananggal

Undead

Humanoid

Height: 5 to 6 feet tall

Weight: 90 to 165 pounds

Cup: B to G

Waist: 26 to 38 inches

Hips: 32 to 42 inches

Habitat: Warm Damp climates

Aggressiveness: Mischievous Violent

Population: Unknown

Diet: Mana from men and Blood from pregnant women

Lifespan: Immortal

Harem Place: Enforcer

A Manananggal is a bizarre form of undead theorized to be related to Dulahan in some way. The Manananggal was thought to originate in the Philippines and most are located there. A Manananggal appears as an average Philippine women and is indistinguishable from one during the day. At night a Manananggal is able to separate itself into two halves at the waist. The top half grows large bat wings, the mouth turns into a fang filled cavernous maw, the eyes turn bright red, and the nails extend into sharp claws. The lower half grows an additional pair of legs and a mouth full of row upon row of sharp teeth and flailing tendrils form in the waist area. A Manananggal that is bonded can take their divided form at any time making them excellent fighters for a harem.

Minervan Owl

Avian

Harpy Subtype

Height: 6 to 7 feet tall

Weight: 135 to 170 Pounds

Cup: G to J

Waist: 36 to 50 Inches

Hip: 65 to 85 Inches

Habitat: Mountains Near Greece and Rome

Aggressiveness: Peaceful Inquisitive

Population: Near Extinct

Diet: Carnivorous

Lifespan: 40 to 60 Years

Harem Place: Teacher

A Minervan Owl is the smartest of all Harpy species as such they are named after the Roman goddess of wisdom. A Minervan Owl has brown feathers with a white feather underbelly. They have black rings around their eyes similar to glasses in appearance, their ears are pointed in appearance, and their lips are a dark red. Unlike most harpies their wings and arms are separate rather than connected together. With an eidetic memory and a thirst for knowledge a Minervan Owl usually choose scholars, researchers, or those with an equally inquisitive mind as a mate. Minervan Owls enjoy teaching the children in harem.

Songbird Harpy

Avian

Harpy Subtype

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hip: Varies

Habitat: Anywhere humans are found

Aggressiveness: Varies

Population: Very Rare

Diet: Omnivore

Lifespan: 30 to 70 Years

Harem Place: Den Mother

Songbird Harpy is a catch all term for a subfamily of harpy that appear similar to various songbirds. As such Songbird Harpies vary wildly in appearance, personality, and dietary needs. A good example of this is the Cardinal Songbird Harpy and the Bluebird Songbird Harpy. While the cardinal is red, larger, heavier, more aggressive and more prone to carnivorous eating habits. The bluebird is smaller, lighter, faster, and more likely to flee than to fight. Due to the sheer number of varieties to the Songbird Harpy subtype it is impossible to properly calculate their numbers, sizes, and true personalities.

Moon Rabbit

Mammal

Humanoid

Height: 5 to 6 feet tall

Weight: 120 to 200 Pounds

Cup: C to E

Waist: 22 to 40 Inches

Hip: 40 to 70 Inches

Habitat: Remote locations in Asia

Aggressiveness: Shy Curious

Population: Unknown

Diet: Vegetarian

Lifespan: 50 to 60 Years

Harem Place: Den Mother

The Moon Rabbit is an illusive creature of Asian folklore that have several mystical capabilities that help them hide from unwanted eyes. These capabilities include the power to change shape to mimic a completely white rabbit and turning invisible in direct moonlight. A great many mysteries surround these creatures making it hard to tell what's factual and what's fictional about them. What makes them even harder to learn about is their ability to blend in with normal rabbits which makes it impossible to accurately keep track of their numbers. They gift their mates with an increase in luck.

Haphaestian Ass

Mammal/Chimeric

Humanoid

Height: 7 to 9 feet tall

Weight: 200 to 400 Pounds

Cup: G to K

Waist: 35 to 60 Inches

Hip: 60 to 90 Inches

Habitat: Metal rich Caves near Greece and Rome

Aggressiveness: Shy Secretive

Population: Near Extinct

Diet: Minerals and Metals

Lifespan: 70 to 100 Years

Harem Place: Enforcer

A Haphaestian Ass is an amalgamate animal traits. Appearing primarily as a humanoid donkey with short cobalt blue or charcoal black fur. Its face has expressive eyes partially concealed by long white hair with, droopy donkey ears extend from the sides of its head, and a rounded muzzle filled with sharp canine teeth emerges from the front. From its back extends a pair of sooty crane wings, above its massive rear a long fuzzy dog color the same color as its fur pokes forth. A Haphaestian Ass prefers to spend its live in metal rich volcanic cave systems pounding iron into shape with its fists and using its wings to stoke the flames to even higher temperatures.

On the rare occasions they travel out of their caves to sell their goods for more materials they come with several large leather sacks stuffed with their creations. They often pick mates based on the creativity of the individual who garnered their attention. In combat they use their ridiculous strength and powers over heat. They gift their mates, harem sisters, and children with a near immunity to heat and flames.

Dryad

Plant

Humanoid

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hip: Varies

Habitat: Anywhere Trees grow

Aggressiveness: Varies

Population: Unknown

Diet: Mana

Lifespan: Potentially Immortal

Harem Place: Varies

Dryads like the trees that house them are divided into two types Deciduous which are active from mid spring to late fall and Evergreen which is active year round. Deciduous Dryads are more playful and energetic than their Evergreen siblings. Most Deciduous Dryads are svelte and elfin in their appearance compared to the stocky and heavily curved figures of an Evergreen Dryad.

Evergreens are more cold in their actions and emotions. Unlike Deciduous Dryads Evergreens will drop loose branches from their trees to drive off interlopers that draw their ire instead of merely observing the newcomers. Due to these differences in behavior a Dryad may potentially take any spot in the harem. Despite their seasonal differences they share many physical similarities.

All have soft smooth skin similar in appearance to polished wood, all have long hair with leaves and flowers from their trees, and all are connected to their tree. Long lived Dryads can journey farther and farther from their tree. A Dryad grants their bonded with an immunity to naturally occurring allergens.

Cypressian

Plant/Undead

Humanoid

Height: Varies

Weight: Varies

Cup: Varies

Waist: Varies

Hip: Varies

Habitat: Anywhere Trees grow

Aggressiveness: Violent Hateful

Population: Unknown

Diet: Mana Carnivore

Lifespan: Potentially Immortal

Harem Place: Unknown

A Cypressian is the horrible result of a Dryad being subsumed by the unnatural rot of undeath. The trees that contain their life force warps and bends, their leaves and fruit fall off, and their bark splinters as smelly tar like sap leaks through. This rot slowly extends from the tree to all around them killing animals and plants slowly forming a vile mire. Their body follows a similar trend with formerly smooth and soft skin becoming harsh and covered with the same oozing cracks as their tree. Their eyes turn entirely black with black sap dripping perpetually as if it was crying. Their nails sharpen along with their teeth and their hair becomes replaced by spike covered briars.

This transformation led to them being called witches of the woods. They very rarely enter combat unless seen due to each and every movement causing them agony. They prefer to manipulate rotting plant matter to strike at the enemy and drive interlopers away. When forced into combat they seemingly teleport from dead plant to dead plant shredding flesh from bones in a rabid display of violence. Despite these violent displays they are cruelly intelligent, willing to use psychological warfare to demoralize enemies.

A common tactic is dragging a single foe from a group of enemies only to hang up the mutilated body to destabilize their enemy or being caught feeding on an enemy. Despite these psychotic and violent tendencies they can be bargained with. A sacrifice of Mana acts like a balm to their broken form. It is theorized that enough Mana can reverse their decay and allow them to ascend to a new form.

Genius Loci

Spirit

Chimeric

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Cup: Unknown

Waist: Unknown

Hip: Unknown

Habitat: Places filled with a steady High Concentration of Mana

Aggressiveness: Unknown

Population: Near Extinct

Diet: Mana

Lifespan: Immortal

Harem Place: Unknown

The Genius Loci or Local Spirit is an ancient entity brought about by hundreds of years of worship and draining Mana from their environment. It is unknown how many of these beings are still in existence. Known Genius Loci include Gaia of the Greek and Roman regions, Danu of Ireland, and Umibozu of the Asian waters. It is unknown what the Genius Loci truly look like outside of legends. They are said to only take action during times of extreme nature based crisis.

While Christopher was reading his family Grimoire and eating pancakes with Kendra in a reasonably calm chaos an ancient being raised a weary head for the first time in many millennia.

"So my jailer deigns it worthwhile to visit little old me. To what do I owe the displeasure?" A voice near inaudible with an unholy tone that brought forth mental images of death, decay, and madness murmured from the center of a dead spot in the center of an otherwise healthy forest. The only living thing in the core of the vile mire of rot and decay was a still living Wattieza tree. Though perhaps living would be an extraordinary stretch of the word. Its bark was split, rotted, and leaking putrid golden sap, its leaves were covered in a festering slime, and its whole form was bent and gnarled. The only thing showing that it was still alive was a single radiant golden spherical fruit. After a few seconds the same vile voice called out "Why so shy oh dear niece of mine? You do realize with Mother gone this seal won't hold much longer? I'd say it has one more winter and then I will be free. Free to pursue that wonderful little boy of yours. The wonderful little boy that should have been mine.". With no reply coming forth a rasping chuckle filled the foul clearing "All mine." the voice said in a tone filled with a mix of desire, desperation, and madness. The only response the unknown voice received was a hooded figure staring at the tree with a mix of sorrow and trepidation.