This story is dedicated to all of the incredible characters brought to life by the vocal talents of voice actor Jim Cummings.
This story was originally performed live at Erotic Fan Fiction: The Game Show in November 2018. It contains sexually suggestive moments and some pedestrian cuss words, designed to both arouse and nauseate audiences of all ages. Reader discretion is highly advised.
It was a bright and sunny day in the Hundred Acre Wood, USA, and all was good in the neighborhood. Birds were singing sensual songs of merriment, the bees were buzzing about making gallon upon gallon of sweet honey, and the most muscular and intelligent bear in the forest was thinking to himself with his gigantic brain as he performed 100 deadlifts and 50 mega squats as part of his daily stoutness exercises.
“Oh bother,” Winnie-the-Pooh said to himself in the mirror, “I’ve conquered this entire forest sexually, and need a change of pace to satisfy my (smacks lips) appetites.”
Winnie-the-Pooh’s sexy, toned reflection gave a knowing wink, and as if acting on behalf of some divine providence, the mirror twisted and convulsed, expelling three of the most handsome and sexually active men he had ever seen from the realm of his imagination.
“Oh my, what a bunch of handsome and sexually active men,” Winnie-the-Pooh said as he stroked his chiseled jawline thoughtfully, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.”
“I think not, my fine, furry friend,” the first very handsome man said. He was sharply dressed in a purple double breasted coat and a cape, and was also a duck, “I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the feathered canard of sexuality. I am Darkwing Duck!”
Darkwing Duck looked Pooh Bear up and down — his tight, red, muscle shirt hugged his pectorals suggestively, and he did not wear pants, revealing his huge dong. Darkwing Duck, whose secret name was Drake Mallard, nodded in approval.
“Step aside, duck,” said the second very handsome man. He also wore a cape, with a mustache that reached down to his shoulders, and a robotic arm grafted to his muscular and trim body. He pushed Darkwing aside, and eyed Winnie-the-Pooh’s big, big donger with a look of pure greed. “I, Doctor Robotnik, have never seen such an incredible specimen before. Allow me to have a hand at… robotocizing this silly old bear.”
Doctor Robotnik twirled his mustache that reached down to his knees with his robot hand sensually, to perhaps sell his innuendo in case Pooh did not get it.
“Now just a minute! Let us not fight, friends!” said the fun pirate man from the Star Wars cartoons, “Robot friend, duck man, we can work together and all give this beautiful bear the fuck that he deserve, no?”
“Yes, I think we can make… an arrangement… (sinister laughter)” Dr. Robotnik laughed with sinister sexuality. Darkwing and the Star Wars pirate man nodded in approval.
“Oh, now hold on a moment,” Winnie-the-Pooh said. Although getting to fuck these three handsome and similiarly-voiced boys was the most exciting thing that ever happened to him since he got thrown into a beehive and his face got stuck in a beehive and the only way out was to eat all the honey in the beehive, Pooh had some concerns about a gangbang with these meaty boys. “Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Of course you do, Winnie!” Darkwing Duck said as he stripped down to everything but his trademark fedora, “Aside from being sex positive, we believe in enthusiastic consent.”
“That’s right,” snarled the evil Dr. Robotnik as his metal hand stroked his magnificent cock, which was also metal.
“We are only interested in this if you are. I would hate pressuring you into sex almost as much as I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG!” Dr. Robotnik said, clearly getting hard from the mention of his blue nemesis.
“So how about it, Bear? You want some of this honey?” the Star Wars pirate man said, laughing at his genre-appropriate joke.
Pooh Bear thought for a moment: “Yes, I believe so.”
All four beloved cartoon characters: Winnie-the-Pooh, Dr. Robotnik, Darkwing Duck, and the hilarious Star Wars pirate man then mounted each other’s butts, in that order, and began fucking each other in a sweaty conga line of sexy animated man-sex.
“Ooof!” Winnie the Pooh said as Dr. Robotnik entered him with his cold cyberdick, “You’re so big!”
“That’s what you think, Bear!” Dr. Robotnik said, twirling his floor-length mustache with much grunting, “This is only a quarter of my power! (sinister laughing)”
Winnie-the-Pooh’s black button eyes grew wide as the evil doctor’s telescopic cock pounded the stuffing out of him, while Robotnik got pounded in the Ro-butt-nik by the Quivering Quack himself.
“I may not be Lin-Manuel Miranda, but I’m still not going to throw away my shot!” Darkwing Duck said in hilarious reference to modern casting as he slammed his feathered dick into Dr. Robotnik’s muscled buttocks.
“Is it just me, or is your tail kind of getting in the way?” said the hilarious Star Wars pirate man, whose name is absolutely on the tip of my tongue, who speaking of which, now had Darkwing Duck’s butt on the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, a knock came at Winnie-the-Pooh’s door of his house where he lived, and a voice could be heard outside.
“Uh, hey buddy, I heard there was a thing going on today, and…” Tigger said as he opened the door, and discovering the sexual fuckfest going on inside.
“Oh, bother!” Winnie-the-Pooh screamed as the muscly bear, duck, scientist, and, Hondo Ohnaka, I just remembered, all came simultaneously, collapsing in a pile of sweaty, oiled man muscle.
“I’ll, uh, come back later. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo!”
The end…?
