Hundred Acres of Fun 2 – Owl

A very tired and sticky Pooh woke up the next day, having spent most of the night achieving one sexual high after another. Once he finally managed to unstick himself from his bed, the bear went to go have a bath to get all the dried up sticky stuff out of his fur.

The tub took a little while to fill up, but once he got it to the right level and heat he turned off the taps and slipped into the lovely warm water. For a little while he just lay there in the relaxing warmth, just enjoying the feeling against his body. Soon enough though, he started to scrub through his fur, forcing out the off-white stains now embedded somewhat inside it. 

It took a while, but Pooh slowly began to feel much cleaner and less sticky. The water around him had a slightly white tinge to it by the time he was totally clean, prompting him to get out and drain it away. As he reached down to grab a towel from the pile he kept in the warm corner of the room, he heard an odd sound, a sort of inhaled ‘hoot’ from outside the window. 

Looking back he smiles, seeing his good friend Owl perched outside on the tree branch. He didn’t even question why he was there; he was just happy to see his friend and moved straight over to open the window fully “Ohh hello Owl, how are you this morning” The big bird was more than used to Pooh not being fully aware of the situations surrounding him at times and he was glad of this.

You see, Owl was what most would call a voyeur and every single morning he’d go to someone’s home and watch them for a while to get some thrills. However, not one resident of the hundred acre woods questioned his motives, neither would they mind being ogled if they did. Naturally as a bird he had a cloaca instead of the penis of most males, so even though he was incredibly aroused from the sight he just got of Pooh’s ass it would be impossible to tell unless one got a peak through the feathers between his legs to see how many drips were there.

In answer to Pooh’s question, the big bird calmly responded “I am well and I can see that you are too, although you seem to have been quite messy before your bath. Whatever have you been up to?” The yellow bear couldn’t help but blush just a bit as he was put on the spot, but being the honest ursine he was he decided to reveal the truth to his feathery friend.

After a quick, not in-depth description of what had transpired last night; Owl was caught up on the lustful nature of where those white stains had come from “Ohh my…so you and Piglet had fun by the sounds of things. I wonder…did it end at just masturbating each other? Sorry for being curious, it’s a common trait in us owls hehe”

Having masked his true intentions, the avian male was answered simply with a head nod and a little “yes”. That was when Pooh noticed something, one of the feathers between Owls legs seemed to be dripping. A bit more inspecting made him realise that his friend had obviously become quite aroused by the idea he’d just been presented with. Thankfully the bear knew about the differences in their anatomy to see that Owls cloaca was producing that liquid.

With a soft tap to his own head he thought a bit, before smiling and approaching his winged friend. He grew a little aroused himself at the idea he had just gotten, a bit of his bear cock poking free from his sheath in full view of the bird before him. It was Owl’s turn to blush now; it was getting more and more obvious that his arousal had been spotted, especially once Pooh started to get harder too.

Pooh looked at Owl, noticing his eyes move southward to his crotch and then leaning in a bit to talk quietly into the avian’s sensitive ear “I know that idea made you drippy Owl, maybe we should do something about it friend”. Honestly, the feathered male hadn’t expected the bear to be quite so up front about thing and let out a soft hoot of both surprise and enjoyment at the thought of what was about to happen.

Owl could only nod, as Pooh moved down onto all fours and gently spread apart the feathers of his legs to expose his wet cloaca and tight anal hole to the open air. The next thing the ursine did caught him completely off guard and made him have to lean on the bath, as he felt a hot, wet tongue press up against his aching sexual organ. If he could muster words right now, he might have told the bear just how good that felt but no sounds but soft coos of enjoyment left him as the other male showed off his fancy tongue work.

With a little bit of a reposition, Pooh moved in closer; his tongue slowly probing into that cloaca. Owl practically shrieked as a huge wave of pleasure smashed through his body “ahh! Pooh you’re going to make me cum if you stick it in there” With a slight grin, the bear decided to test that out, gently slipping his thick muscle inside Owls tender inner parts.

All at once, Owl took the bear’s head in his wings, holding him where he was tight as his whole body trembled in an intense orgasm. Pooh was quite surprised, he wasn’t expecting his tongue to be completely soaked in the bird’s semen. It tasted salty, with a nutty aftertaste probably from owls strict diet. It wasn’t a particularly long orgasm, after all his body was designed to pump as much seed inside in the least amount of time.

After a moment of panting, the wings around the bear’s head finally let him go; allowing him to pull back and retract his tongue back into his mouth where he would swallow the strange load he had milked from the bird. During all that, Pooh himself had gotten fully hard and was drooling precum onto the bathroom floor below his body.

Owl felt kind of bad, after all he couldn’t give Pooh much pleasure with a wing and he wouldn’t be able to fit the male’s thick dick in his beak without seriously harming his friend. Then it hit him and he immediately felt himself get re-aroused at the idea, as he moved his wing down to move the feathers of his crotch aside once again “Pooh…I want to make you feel good to, please feel free to use my body”

A blush crossed Pooh’s face, but the offer only made his dick slap against his belly in need more. Nodding up to the bird, he stood up straight now and hmmed “maybe we should move to my bed then owl, it might be awkward to do it standing like this”. The male was greatful for the offer and moved through with his friend as he was lead over to the bed.

Owl knew what to do now, moving to lie down on his front with his rear end in the air “come on Pooh, I’ve always wanted to know what a penis might feel like inside me”. The bear chuckled and then moved up onto the bed behind the bird, his stiff bearhood aiming down at the exposed hole of the feathery creature now beneath him.

Naturally though, this was going to be a tough time for a while as Pooh was quite a big first cock to take. Being as careful as he could, the ursine moved his hips slowly forward to make his tip slowly try and probe inside that tight cavern. With a little ‘pop’ though he managed to penetrate and gasped at the intensity of what he was feeling “ahh…Owl your rear hole is so tight!”

This time Owl’s shriek was one of pain, his first penetration from that thick bear dick made him stretch further than he thought he could already. Pooh had to keep pushing though, sliding slowly deeper inside his back end and making his eyes close tight as dull surges of pain pulsed from his tailhole. However, he could feel the bear’s precum slowly slickening up the way and once the pushing stopped briefly he braced himself for some more.

But, Pooh instead moved back and began to grind his length back and to, slowly humping so that Owl could get used to his girth more quickly. For a whole aggravating minute, the bird could only feel pain coursing from his rear. However, after that time a little spark of pleasure made itself known; the feeling growing in line with Pooh’s thrusts.

Now panting a little bit and shivering all over in pleasure Owl spoke suddenly “ok Pooh…try going a bit deeper now it’s starting to feel good”. Nodding and giving a smile, the bear gently starts to push a bit more with his thrusts; plumbing to new depths each time his dick made its way in. He made sure to keep it to very little amounts more though, so as not to split his friend in two with his meat too badly.

His soft thoughts were getting to be a bit redundant though, as Owl hooted in ecstasy to almost every one of his thrusts now and even pushed back a bit at his cock. Seeing this, the bear begins to move faster and stronger, leaking a small river of pre into the already sticky insides of the avian’s rear. Both of them were getting more into this by the moment and it was obvious that it couldn’t last too long at their current rate of increasing the pleasure.

Minutes past and Pooh had managed to fit the vast majority of his cock inside by now but was swiftly approaching his peak. Owl was almost already there and almost begged out to the bear “Ahh Pooh…hilt in me please!” The ursine did as his friend asked, completely forgetting the situation as he slammed s cock right the way down to the point where his balls hit the bird’s hot undertail.

This was the final straw for poor Owl, whose body completely tensed up right as Pooh hilted. His cloaca suddenly created a nice gush of white, showing just how hard he’d just came for the bear’s dick. Now almost crushed by the tightness inside his orgasming friend, the bear too tumbled past the point of no return.

As he orgasmed, he groaned out hard; never before having such an incredible peak. As he came he easily filled up the insides of the avian’s ass, even managing to cum enough to overfill the tight crevice. Seed pulsed out, drooling down to the avian’s tail and over his already soaked cloaca too. Only after a dozen or so strong pulses did the flow stop, leaving Owl full and with an ass repainted with white streaks over most of it.

Both males panted and flopped down onto the bed; passing out together and only separating when Pooh’s cock naturally retracted inside his sheath to recover. The two of them stayed like that all afternoon, warm in each other’s bodily embrace…