The rocking chair went back and forth in a sway that was deemed relaxing, swinging the entire weight of its occupant, Owl.
An afternoon spent with light reading was something the bird enjoyed on a regular basis. There was something peaceful about it that it eventually became an everyday habit for him. Owl was well-known for it, and he was naturally dubbed the town's genius.
As he was drooling over the magazine, suddenly, a loud knocking harked from his door. The surprising sound immediately made him threw his porn book, PlayBird, out the back window from shock.
"Hwat?" Owl's inquiry; his wings flapping in a nervous flutter, dick sinking back into his feathery crotch. "Jizz! Can an owl get himself some privacy!"
He marched with thunderous steps towards the entrance, ready to open it but the knocker had gotten the jump on him and breached through.
Tigger pounced on the old owl, crying his eyes red.
"Why the hell are you crying, Mr. Tigger?" asked Owl.
"The horrors! Owl!" the striped animal burst, "THE HORRORS!"
That sparked Owl's interest.
"Horrors you say? What kind would that be? Eldritch?" Replied owl.
Tigger shook his head and explained what he just saw. That sinful event he stumbled upon where Pooh injected his GMO thick honey-yellow cock into Piglet's swine behind, making the pig's dick chubbed from the gender altering shot or... that time Pooh picked up and chewed the pig's feces as if he just got it fresh from the candy store. Oh and worst of all, he sure couldn't forget about when...
"They kissed! Owl!" Tigger reminisced, "Pooh and Piglet planted their wet sloppy lips together! Oh God it was horrible!"
Owl stroked his chin as he pondered. Eventually, he nodded which showed that he had the answer.
"Ah! I know what you mean, my good friend" he said whilst he headed to his bookshelf, "I have files stored about such cases.
"Its something that plagued this woods for generations, Tigger" Owl further elaborated, "Piglet and Pooh Bear has the gay..."
The tiger covered his mouth from the information. "Oh my! What are we gonna do about it? Should we alert Christopher Robin?"
"Nah! As if the dude ain't gay too... I know a queer when I see one" Owl waved off, "Besides, It's not that serious really... In fact, all of us has got it"
"Seriously? Don't be Ridickorous"
"Feck yeah..." the smart owl assured, leering at the orange cat's hanging phallus.
Tigger, knowing Owl was the wisest of the group, trusted him, but there was still a smidgeon of doubt on his face.
"Are you sure, sure?"
"Want me to prove it and test you out?" dared the horny owl before he feather tickled Tigger's bouncy ass by surprise,
"Coochy coo!"
"HOo HoO HO HOO!" Gayly chuckled Tigger, asshole sneezing.
Owl giggled, "You see? You liked it didn't you?"
Tigger, right there, was convinced that he was homosexual. However, since he just knew it just now, he had no clue what it's like to be one, to live oppressed. He was blessed in having the brilliant owl with him. He did what any reasonable bloke to do in that situation.
"Teach me! Owl" the feline pleaded, "Embed me what it means to truly live happy"
Owl, eager to please, accepted Tigger's beseechment and dragged the giant cat closer to his hulking frame. Closer he brought his beak to Tigger's lips as he completed their kiss.
Just by the slight peck of the beak, shockwaves vibrated all over Tigger, and forcefully amplified by the intrusion of the owl's pointy tongue.
Sooner or later, their passionate snogging would lead to a fiery make out bonanza, initiated by none other than gay old owl who started to peck wildly like a chicken.
The bird's pecks, accompanied with his aggression, later cut the inside of Tigger's cheek, leaving a slash that bled profusely.
"Oh I just broke your mouth hymen, Tigger!" Owl announced.
Owl sympathetically offered his partner medical aid by licking the thick coagulation off the wound, viscously lapping his tongue inside of Tigger's bloody slit.
Tigger moaned his iron-smelling breath into Owl's orifice while he felt the latter's slimy proboscis tongue-fucking against his cheek lesion, squirming underneath the thin surface of the mucosal linings, and opening up wider his painful laceration.
The pain, which in turn made Tigger cum onto Owl's prodigious cock from torture.
That spunk spray indicated Owl to kick their passion up a notch.
"Let me take you up to tier two, Tiggy-boy!"
"Oblige me, Owl!" Answered the Tiger.
Owl then literally took his striped partner up by flipping the tiger up to the limits of his strength like a tossed coin. Tigger slammed on the floor hard, which made him moaned femininely, his tick-infested asshole facing the dominant fowl.
Owl doesn't want any of that nasty parasitic shit so he peck out the thick blocking masses of ticks from their ass consumption, consuming them himself as if they're bird feeds, allowing Tigger's backhole to, at last, see the sun again.
"Oh I never thought it would be this fresh!" Tigger praised for his anus finally breathe in air properly.
Having a clear target, Owl's cock crept into the feline's welcoming rectum, slamming it up to the hilt. He somehow repelled back a bit due to how bouncy Tigger's asscheeks were.
"OH TIGGER!" vocalized Owl as warmth embraced his cold slimed member with tightness comparable to a blood pressure cuff around a fat guy's arm with only the first two pumps of air.
The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers are wonderful things, Owl would thought. Their bottoms are made out of rubber and tail made out of string.
The bird then reach around to stroke the said tiger penis and Tigger replied by infiltrating his long tail up the foul owl asshole, that way both of them would receive their fair share of rapture.
The two would continue this activity until Owl's feeble knees could not withstand standing pass two hours.
"Would you mind if lay for a bit, Tig... Daddy Owl isn't what he used to be" Owl rest his back on the floor, letting Tigger do all the work for him.
Tigger hopped on Owl pelvis as though he's on a trampoline, with demeanor of being bouncy, trouncy, ouncey, pouncey...
"FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!" Tigger gleefully exclaimed. The forceful impact of his slamming body made Owl repeatedly emit that sound you make when you catch your breath after being socked in the guts. "Tiggers just love to leap on your laps!"
Owl felt blessed he's the only one who got to fornicate with such a beautiful creature; Bet everyone else's are jealous. That's why he repeat and repeat his dick thrusting up so far as possible where the tiger was loaded with vim and vigor. He came inside then pulled out to pumped the remaining gunk out his cock on his mate's back, painting Tigger additional stripes of his white ropes.
"Round two, Tigger?" asked Owl, head resting on his arm. "Sex isn't fully finalized unless both parties are anally pounded"
Owl afterwards raised his pelvis up, spread his legs like the wings of an eagle and unveiled his smelly uropygium.
"HOO HO HO HOOO!" cheered Tigger as he forthwith decided to penetrate the bird's anus, but surprisingly not with his penis, but instead with his tail. He jumped and dove his pole stiff cauda down with minimal effort, hitting the seabed pretty much instantly. The tail shortened into folds after impact; due to the compression pushed down by Tigger's dropping force thus gathering enough energy to push the cat back out.
Lifted from the applied load, the tail returned to its original straight state while Tigger hovered. After that, gravity pulled Tigger down and plunged him back into the cloaca gland again, hop-fucking Owl's reclined asshole like riding a pogo-stick. In vigorous repetition he beats Owl's prostate, which he also utilizes the organ's squishy form to propel him even higher in the air.
"Jesus! Tigger! I'm about to expel my juices!" Owl remarked his eminent cumming.
"Ho ho hoo, me too, Owl!" Tigger answered back, "Let's cum together!"
Suddenly, Owl's cloaca blasted a geyser equivalent of filthy guano-blended semen around the room while Tigger bounced to his maximum, spinning mid-air as he sprayed his ejaculation in a beautiful spectacle only encountered from Cirque du solei.
After moments of catching their breaths, the satisfied duo lay together in their pool of body fluids.
"Tiggers sure are one awfully sweet and cuddly fellows" Owl complimented.
"And marvelous chaps too" reminded the tiger.
"Amen to that"
Epilogue
Outside, the porn book owl threw earlier was picked up by someone. It was Roo the Kangaroo. The perverted magazine confuses the marsupial, but that only entices him even more. He went home to his mother, eager to ask her what sex means.
THE END