It was a blustery night outside of Pooh's home, the clap of thunder rolled through the sky as the clouds drenched the Hundred Acre Wood. Inside however things were warm, dry, and Tigger's dinner visit has turned into a night spent with the bear.
Tiggers, of course, didn't much care for honey. But after watching Pooh fill himself with the sticky stuff there was a certain curve that the tiger couldn't keep his eyes off of. He gradually became closer, and soon enough he was rubbing over the bear's full round belly. Their conversation was soon forgotten as friendly chit chat was beginning to evolve into whispers of intimacy.
Tigger's paw rubbed down the taut fabric middle, Pooh's stitches visibly pulled tight. His gaze followed his paw, noting the bear's growing excitement between his legs.
"Say... is your appetite perhaps traveling a bit lower buddy bear?"
Pooh let out a soft chuckle. "With all the belly rubs, it very much has!"
Tigger's hips wiggled, he felt himself grow warm between his own thighs. He was safe from the rain, yet still found himself wet. Though this would be a problem easily solved.