 Eyore's Gift
(c)Cederwyn Whitefurr
May, 2010
All Rights Reserved

 Christopher looked out his bedroom window, watching the last of the fall leaves being shed from the Oak tree, just outside his bedroom window. He smiled to himself, remembering how when he was younger, the skeletal like branches would creak and moan in the wind during a storm, and would terrify him to no end. Now, older and more mature – in both body and mind, he had put aside such foolish childhood fears. He turned back to his bed, pulling down the thick down-filled quilt on his bed, and in doing so – accidentally knocked his Kangaroo plush off onto the far side of the bed. With an embarrassed chuckle, he crawled over the bed and dragged the plush back onto the bed, and sat there a moment, gazing into its featureless, glass bead eyes.

 Had it really been seven years since that night – that night...

 Christopher's mind cast itself back, to that wonderful, almost magical night – where he had imagined his kangaroo plush had come to life – and had taken his virginity in sensual and pleasure ways...no, it had been a pre-pubescent dream, of that he was sure, but without thinking, he reached out and stroked the polymer fur of the plush, then sighed and climbed into bed. As he tossed and turned, he glanced at the Kangaroo plush and his eyes grew heavy – before he yawned and reached over, turning off his bedside light.

*

 Moonlight stole across the bedroom like a thief in the night, and a gentle, almost imperceptible breeze caressed the curtains, making them rustle. Christopher slept the sleep of the innocent, his mind awash with dreams and images – and the Kangaroo plush laying forgotten beside him on his bed.

  As the moonlight crept up onto the bed and sparkled off the plush's eyes, they underwent a startling transformation.  Almost imperceptibly, the plush gave a delicate shiver, its glass eyes suddenly turning a rich, glossy texture.  Its fur rippled and ran like wax, as the fake fur vanished and was replaced with real fur, the plush groaning softly and stretching as faster and faster, the plush came to life, becoming a living, breathing and real female kangaroo.  Blinking her eyes, Kanga stretched her arms, feeling the muscles moving and flexing beneath the fur, her body becoming more and more real with every shuddering breath she took.  There was no pain as her body transformed from polyester, wire, glass and stuffing - into the real, living, breathing form of a Doe.  Black paw pads appeared on her palms and her fingertips ended in small, but surprisingly sharp claws.  Her legs and feet lengthened and stretched, the toes materialising and splitting apart painlessly, the long, powerful middle-talon pushing through the tip of her toe, and the smaller claws appearing either side.

 Faster and faster, the transformation from stuffed toy, to reality progressed, as Kanga lay beside Christopher, the mattress sagging under her growing weight. Kanga blinked, then stretched from ear tip to toes, curling her long, slender toes and wiggling them, before she carefully rolled over onto her side and crept off Christopher's bed.  Feeling old and not as flexible as she once was, Kanga stretched and felt her spine crackle, making her wince and she shook her head, the long ears slapping from side to side.  Kanga finally finished her slow transformation, and then crawled around to the other side of the bed, and gazed adoringly at Christopher. Her eyes narrowed in surprise, as she realised just how much her beloved child-friend had grown – since the night she had spent with him.

 "Curse me, what an ache I got - " Come a sad, mournful sound behind Kanga

 Kanga's ears slapped back and she spun about, her heavy tail crashing into the bedside cabinet, and as she winced and looked about, she noticed not only had Christopher grown – but his room had changed as well. Gone were the pictures and furnishings Kanga remembered, and her eyes took a few moments to adjust to the moonlight, before she glanced sceptically at Eyore, who sat slumped in the corner, his hind legs and small hooves splayed out beneath him, his front legs propping himself upright.

 "He's growing up - " Eyore muttered, as he turned his long, mournful look over the bedroom and the sleeping Christopher.

 Kanga sighed sadly, then wrung her paws before her, turning a tearful gaze on Eyore, who matched her sad glance with a look of pure misery.

 "He can't – he just can't!" Kanga sniffled, then stamped one long foot against the carpeted floor, which muffled the thump.

 "It happens Kanga," Eyore sighed, then rolled his eyes up to look at her, his long, drooping ears hanging down either side of his head, as he sighed in resignation.  "He already rarely even looks at us now, let alone - "

 Kanga spun about, biting the edge of her left paw in consternation and misery. Eyore watched her from where he sat, then hung his head and sighed pathetically.

 "How long has it been Kanga? How long has it been, since he said - " Eyore persisted, his low, melancholy voice cutting Kanga deeply.

 "He still loves me!" Kanga wailed, then turned her back on Eyore, who merely grunted and looked down at the carpeted floor.

 "Christopher is not the child we once knew – and you once - " Eyore commented softly, his voice a soft whisper.

 Kanga whirled about, her heavy tail sliding across the carpet, and she glared at Eyore, who lifted his head slightly, and looked at her, his sad, mournful face looking even more depressing, than it did when he was still a plush toy.

  "He still loves me - " Kanga insisted, then turned slightly and looked at Christopher, who slept blissfully, unaware of the conversation.

 "He will put us aside, and in time, he will forget about us – about...what we are, the love he shared for us both...everything." Eyore moaned, then hung his head again. "Admit it – already, Christopher hardly ever cuddles you at night – and its been a long time, since he cuddled me, the way he used to snuggle up with you Kanga!"

 Kanga felt the bitter tears sting her eyes, and she blinked them away, before turning her back on Eyore and his miserable lecture. She stood breathing in through her slender nostrils, gazing adoringly at the sleeping Christopher, then she crawled over to his bed and crouched there, stretching her neck out and inhaling his scent.

 "Dream about it Kanga - " Eyore grunted, then as if exhausted, he slumped down onto the carpet, his chin thudding softly, long, drooping ears splaying out to either side of his grey furred head.

 Kanga ignored Eyore's biting criticism and suggestions, and using her slender paws, she pulled back the thick quilt, exposing Christopher's body beneath a thick flannelette sheet. Kanga grasped the sheet in her paws and pulled it back, then gazed at the pyjama clad Christopher. Kanga frowned, not comprehending how to undo the buttons on Christopher's shirt, but his exposed stomach and a gossamer like growth of hair just above his pyjama pants caught Kanga's attention. Kanga knew what pleasure she had shared with Christopher the last time  - and as she tenderly clutched the folds of the fly that hid Christopher's penis – Kanga shivered and began to breathe more huskily. Already, her sexual urges were rising – and Kanga carefully parted the pyjama's – and gazed at Christopher's penis that hung limply against his thigh.

 Lowering her head, Kanga touched her nose to it, and it flinched, and she giggled quietly, before she crept up onto the bed and placed one long foot one side of Christopher's hips, the other foot on the other side, then her heavy tail was laid between his legs. Kanga laid her paws on Christopher's chest, and carefully edged herself forward – until her warm folds were a paw-span away from Christopher's penis. Leaning down further, Kanga rubbed her furred cheek against Christopher, who muttered and weakly swatted at Kanga's muzzle.

 “Wake up my love,” Kanga murmured, caressing his cheek with her own.

 “Mmmphh...” Christopher gurgled, barely awake – but when he felt the cold, velvety paw touch his cheek, his eyes snapped open like a pair of window-shades. “Kan...”

 Kanga hurried slapped a paw into his lips, quietening him, as her ears flicked forwards and back, listening for Christopher's mothers approach. Christopher muttered beneath her, and Kanga smiled, then wriggled her hips – and gasped as she felt the first swelling between her legs, as Christopher's penis felt the warmth of Kanga's sex pressing against it.

 “Shhhhh” Kanga whispered, as she kept a paw firmly against Christopher's lips.

 “Oh, go right ahead - “ Eyore grunted sorrowfully. “Who cares about the Donkey – who doesn't get any loving, not even a petting - “

 Kanga glanced back at Eyore, who merely remained slumped on the floor at the foot of the bed, but she saw him give a long, drawn-out sigh. Kanga decided to ignore Eyore, as the growing firmness of Christopher's penis between her furred thighs was more pressing.

 “Kanga – I...I thought - “ Christopher gasped, as he gently pulled her paw away from his mouth, then stared up at her, his eyes widening in disbelief.  “You're...real!”

 Kanga smiled, then leant down and licked Christopher's forehead adoringly, then gasped as she felt the growing erection – and a hint of fear caressed Kanga's mind. Would she be able to make love with him – for not only had he grown considerably in the seven years since they had last mated – but his penis had experienced a remarkable growth surge as well. Her desire to please Christopher overrode any objections Kanga may have had, as Christopher blinked and shook his head, as if imagining he was dreaming. Kanga carefully edged forwards, then twisted herself into an unnatural position, using her left paw to brace herself, Kanga carefully lifted up Christopher's semi-erect penis and held it against her increasingly warm folds.

 Christopher gasped, feeling the warmth as Kanga grunted and shivered, before pausing and looking down, then assured she count control the mating, Kanga relaxed her muscles and pressed forwards – uttering a low gasp as Christopher bucked and nearly forced himself inside Kanga.   Kanga hissed in pain, then gently rapped her claws against Christopher's stomach – and pushed herself forwards, feeling herself slide onto Christopher's penis, the sensitive ridged head slipped into Kanga's tightening folds.

 “Oh...oh...” Christopher gasped, his eyes widening in pleasure, as memories come flooding back, from the last time he and Kanga had mated.

 Kanga arched her hips forwards, sliding herself further onto Christopher, feeling her body relaxing as she carefully adjusted her uncomfortable position, then hesitantly pushed Christopher down into his mattress, and began rocking against him.

 “Oh..oh Kanga...oh...oh my...” Christopher gasped, feeling himself sliding further and further into Kanga's tightening cervix.

 Kanga giggled, then gasped as Christopher's penis fully penetrated her, and she instinctively clutched at his shoulders with her paws, her sharp claw tips pricking the skin. Christopher's mind was inflamed by the pleasures that Kanga was bringing him – each gentle move of this sweet, loving doe made him nearly scream out in eustacy, but Kanga controlled their lovemaking, bringing Christopher to the very edge of his orgasm – then pulling herself back until only the very tip of Christopher's penis was inside her – then sensuously sliding him back inside her once more.

 “Shh...” Kanga panted, as she caressed with her silky black furred paw, Christopher's trembling cheeks.

  “Kanga – I...is...” Christopher gurgled, clutching the bedsheets beneath him as waves of eustacy washed over him.

 Kanga looked down into Christopher's eyes, then she lowered herself down, feeling his penis inside her pressing deeply, and she licked his cheeks and nuzzled him adoringly, starting a gentle bucking motion against him.

 “Its...real – my love - “ Kanga panted into his ears.

 Christopher tried, he truly did, but as Kanga pushed her hips firmly against his, Christopher gasped and Kanga cried out in fright, as Christopher suddenly grasped her by the hips and drove himself against her with a series of short, sharp thrusts – then his orgasm flooded into her body, sending conflicting sensations searing up Kanga's spine to her mind.

 Christopher clutched Kanga tightly, as his contracting scrotum sent wave after wave of his semen deep into Kanga's warm body Kanga gasped and flinched, not expecting Christopher to reach orgasm so quickly, then she heard a mocking snort from behind her, and Eyore's abrasive commentary reached her ears.

 “Oh, well done Doe - “ Eyore's miserable voice come from the darkness at the end of the bed.  “Now you've had your fun with him – pah, why do I bother even bothering to talk to you? You've got a one track mind, and...”

 Kanga, feeling hurt by Eyore's insensitivity, turned her head to look back into the gloom at the foot of the bed, seeing Eyore's chin resting there, his pessimistic gaze staring at her.

 “Its not my fault - “ Kanga sniffled, then turned and looked down at Christopher, who lay trembling beneath Kanga, his senses overcome by the post-coital exertions.  “Christopher didn't - “

 “Didn't mean to spoil your fun?” Eyore's scathing retort reached her ears, as a faint, barely heard whisper.  “So what now Kanga? You've mated him – again, but hey, in all fairness to him, he lasted longer this time, than when you and he last mated....”

 Kanga leaned down, pressing herself firmly against Christopher, then nuzzled and licked his face, feeling Christopher's half-erect penis still inside her and her natural instincts rippling the cervix muscles along its length. Ignoring Eyore's baleful glare she could feel on her back, Kanga caressed and stroked with her black paws, across Christopher's neck and shoulders, then slid them into his pyjama shirt and playfully rubbed his chest. Regaining a semblance of self-control, Christopher carefully unbuttoned his pyjama shirt, and as Kanga watched, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness and desire – Christopher pulled it off and threw it onto the floor.

 “Now - “ Kanga murmured, licking Christopher's throat. “I will dismount, and you can get rid of the rest of these...annoyances.”

 Christopher placed his hands on Kanga's hips, pressing his fingertips into the warm fur, and he groaned, before pulling her gently down and bucking his hips against hers, as Kanga instinctively squeezed her muscles.

 “Kanga – I...I mean – I didn't...” Christopher gasped, and clutched Kanga's hips, pulling her gently down against his own, holding her in place.  “I...you – I mean – I...I tried not too - “

 Kanga wiggled her hips and leant down, licking Christopher's face and throat, before resting her trembling paws on his shoulders, and touching her cold, wet nose to his – and smiling at him with love and adoration.

 “I know you tried, believe me – I know, but now you've...” Kanga smiled coyly, her ears folding back as she wriggled again, then nuzzled him.  “Relieved some...tensions – I'm sure, you won't be as – well – as enthusiastic...”

 “Do you – I mean...Kanga – I...I don't know how to describe it – but you...does it...” Christopher asked then flailed a hand as if he could grasp what he meant from thin air.

 Kanga frowned, then giggled softly and nuzzled him adoringly.  “It...is uncomfortable for me – yes, but not painful – as long as you're gentle with me. Remember that – be...gentle – and we'll have many such wonderful nights – well, as many as you'll let me.”

 Christopher sensed Kanga's double-meaning, and he paled, but Kanga merely nuzzled him, as if saying she wasn't angry with him, for his seemingly abandoning her for the past seven years. After the mating, Kanga felt a little queasy, and more than a little frustrated that Christopher had not learned better self control – but she hoped he'd be more in control, once he'd had time to recover. Kanga was well aware of how warm her own body was – and she could but imagine what the pleasure must be like for the male – she just wished that Christopher was...well...a little more considerate.

 Kanga adored Christopher, yet at times, he frustrated her to no end. Kanga initiated both their lovemaking's in the past – and this time, it had been over, even before Kanga could really begin to relax and enjoy the sensations of him inside her. Even now, as his half-limp penis still twitched and moved within her, Kanga barely felt the arousal she so longed for – and even further from her mind, was the orgasm she so desperately craved. With a reluctant sigh, Kanga dismounted, feeling Christopher's penis slide free, before he grunted and shuddered. Kanga watched patiently, sitting upright and scratching her pouch, as Christopher yawned and blinked.

 “Oh no you don't,” Kanga admonished him, lightly slapping his chest with her paws. “I haven't finished with you my love - “

 Christopher groaned, and tried pushing his pyjama pants down, but with Kanga sitting on him, he couldn't remove them. Kanga looked down at Christopher, then lightly tickled his penis with her claw tips. Christopher gasped and trembled, partly with fear and partly with pleasure, as he watched as Kanga dexterously began caressing it. Each tender caress sent prickles of pleasure ricochetting through Christopher's mind – and he moaned in delight – then suddenly gasped as he felt a warm, hot breath wash over his left side.  His eyes snapping open, he uttered a short, barking cry of alarm, then rolled his head to the side, and came nose to velvety nose...with Eyore, whose sad, mournful gaze stared into Christopher's wide-open eyes.

 “Well, nice of you to acknowledge my existence - “ Eyore grunted, whuffling through his nostrils and letting his head slump onto the mattress.

 “Eyore...?” Christopher gasped, his eyes widening further.  “You...you're...alive as well?”

 Eyore snorted and rolled his eyes, his long drooping ears twitching.  “I was LAST time...not that...you noticed...or seemed to care. Oh, don't look all hurt Christopher – I remember when you would cuddle me, like you cuddle her.”

 “I – I...” Christopher moaned, torn between his feelings for Eyore, and the unmistakable pleasure that Kanga's supple paws was bringing.

 “Leave him be Eyore,” Kanga growled, then began gently rolling her paws either side of Christopher's penis – trying to encourage him to erection once again.

 “Oh, sure - “ Eyore snapped waspishly. “Christopher, I remember when you were younger – how you'd cuddle me adoringly, rub my ears – and...occasionally – when you got a little older – how you'd...you would - “

 Kanga paused in her gentle massaging of Christopher's penis, then glanced askance at Eyore, then back at Christopher.

 Eyore snorted and rolled his bloodshot eyes up to look at Christopher, who winced and shivered.

 “Yes..I see how you remember...now – how you'd...slide aside my tail...and....rub yourself – there. I remember how many times, you'd slide your hands around my hips – and start...” Eyore sniffled, then closed his eyes and sighed.  “Now – all you got time for – is mating with Kanga, don't you? What does she offer you – that I couldn't?”

 Kanga paused in her massaging, then raised an eyebrow and looked at Eyore. He stared back with a look of pure dejection and misery, but Kanga wasn't going to get drawn into a fight with Eyore – not now, and not later either.

 “Look – I...I'm sorry, if I've given Christopher pleasure, Eyore – is that – something you want to hear? As for what can I offer – that you can not...” Kanga looked down at herself, then ran her paws slowly from her chest, down her tender belly and pouch, then tickled her groin with her claw tips and shivered in pleasure. “I'm a female Eyore – you're...well – you should be a male – why they didn't - “

 Kanga bit her words back, knowing how sensitive Eyore was about his seemingly genderless nature. Eyore stared at Kanga, then snorted and didn't rise to the bait, but merely let his head slump back down onto the mattress, and stare balefully at Christopher and Kanga. Feeling guilty, Kanga looked at Christopher, who gazed at Eyore with a mixture of sadness and love, then Kanga decided to make it up to Eyore – one way or another....

To Be Continued...

