Chapter 4 - Christopher!

Hello humans it's Weegee1 again. Sorry for the rather insultingly long wait all the Corona virus crap as well as college took my schedule and turned it upside down. I will try to do better in the future. Right now I am working on two stories, this one as well as a Fallout crossover introductory story called Fallout Divisions which covers the entire series with twists pulling away from the main storyline with my perceptions added in.
There will also be some potential triggers in this chapter marked by the word Warning being repeated for two lines above it and two lines of Safe repeated below it. Once again thank you all for being so patient with me especially you CrisisBorn you have favorited and followed this story from the beginning thank you. I don't own Winnie the Pooh or Fallout now let's commence with the story.

A hubbub, a yapping, a babble, and hundreds of other words for just as many noises erupted forth from around the table one may wonder what caused this uproar to start what made this chaos manifest so? The answer to that could be summarized in a single word "Christopher!". Unaware of the forest frenzy occuring a scant dozen meters or so into the tree line a young man began unpacking in ernest, plugging in an old boombox that was once his father's. Christopher fiddled with the music makers knob, selected a random station, and began the arduous process of unboxing.

Starting with pictures and other memorials that paid homage to a past filled with love and laughter that he placed tenderly onto a couch he began picking spots on the wall where they would go. A picture of his first day at kindergarten hung up in the dining room, a picture of him eating ice cream to fast and getting brain freeze hung up in the kitchen, and so on and so on. It continued on for hours with pictures, appliances, furniture, and brick a bracks where unpacked until the last picture was returned to the light and a pain in his chest formed, the hollow crushing feeling of failure dug into him like a starving parasite.

In that picture was something most would find rather unremarkable it was a young Christopher sitting on a plain blue couch, his parents stood behind him, their hands on his shoulders, smiles on their faces, and a menagerie of stuffed toys surrounded him, a pudgy bear with a red shirt sat on his right with a piglet in its lap, an owl perched comfortably on his head, a tiger leaned on his left side, a gopher poked its head out from the seat cushions on the far right while a donkey sat in the far left corner of the couch, a pair of kangaroos were looking at the donkey with the kangaroo closer to the donkey being bigger than the other, a rabbit seemed to be glaring down at the gopher in disappoint, and to top it all of was the small bluebird in his hands.
In the bottom right corner his angels symbol lay happy and contented like a cat that got the cream, Christopher smiled and rubbed a thumb over it he added it to the only part of the picture that didn't have anything in it.

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Flashback to a time best forgotten

His former psychiatrist said the symbol was something that his brain created in order to cope with the stress of losing his family. Stress, heh the pompous quack spoke as if he knew what stress was much less despair, horror, and emptiness was. Spoke as if he ever though about swinging from a tree by the neck, ever desired the sweet taste of lead delivered by the bark of a six eyed dog, or yearned for the thirst quenching elixir of household cleaners.

But every time he tried he would black out and wake up exactly 17 minutes after his attempt to reach nirvana no worse for the attempt other than a sense of sorrow. After a while Christopher began making a sort of game out of his attempts stretching, poisonings, drownings, burnings, electrocutions, decapitations, he did them all and more each time feeling that same sense of sorrow which he knew wasn't his own but seeing the image of his angel made it worth all the effort. Over time he felt the sense of sorrow become a sense of worry and then it became annoyance but he didn't care as long as he saw his angel, as long as he felt her warmth. He knew his angel was female he saw her, once.

It was day thirteen or was it fourteen of his attempts that he decided to "spice thing up" with his near daily ritual of dying he decided to do something entirely different. Bringing out a crossbow he anchored it onto a wall, tied a string to the trigger, loaded an arrow into place, sat in a chair, spread his legs, and yanked the string. Three things happened in that moment the arrow that was less than a millimeter away from annihilating Christopher's balls was reduced to ash and impacted with impotent effects upon the front of his pants, all the shadows in the room seemed to melt before coalescing into a large puddle in the center of the plain room he was in, to finish it all off a sense of apprehension and anger overwhelmed the young man.

He knew it wasn't his own and that made it all the more terrible, did he push his angel to much, will she abandon him like everything else in his life? As if hearing his thoughts a rich feminine voice sounded out from nowhere yet everywhere at once. "No one abandoned you my darling Christopher. What pains have you been inflicted with due to my inaction?"

While Christopher was apathetic to most things he was fairly gifted at telling how someone felt just from the tone of their voice before he could inquire as to why the voice was sad or why they felt responsible for his actions a small butterfly emerged from the darkness with rainbow colored wings like a dove's and a long tail ending in a heart shaped spade. With wide eyes and gaping mouth he attempted to speak, but before a single syllable could be uttered the butterfly landed on his forehead and a barrage of memories that weren't his own hit him, memories of a pond surrounded by fantastical creatures that combined human and animal characteristics into a singular form of trouser tightening perfection.

Such beautiful beings should be impossible, especially in this hellish world "Now now my darling Christopher decide on one way for your thought process are we perfection in your eyes or is the world hellish?" Suprised at the fact that his angel could read his every thought, for what else could show him these peaks of feminine beauty but his angel?

He decided to be silent and watch. The pond showed his every action in life from the joyful to the sad, the hopeful to the voids of his despair, as well as a few "embarrassing" moments the one thing he noticed was the fact that whenever he was about to commit suicide the pond would turn black and his image would fade. "Did you know that after your fifth attempt Eeyore realized that you were trying to kill yourself? After the seventh time she decided to hang herself.

It took me two years to stabilize her emotions enough for the rest of our family to be able to do something other than watch her so she wouldn't try and imitate your foolish behavior." Christopher began feeling guilt at that statement even with her neutral tone and the comforting feeling of her hand on his right shoulder.

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Wait hand! Before he could turn to look at her he felt a a smooth scale covered hand grip his chin to prevent him from doing anything other than remain looking forward at the images before him "Not just yet my darling you will only see all of this at the right time." He could imagine her gesturing to her body after she said that. Faster and faster the memories flew by before stopping on a rather particular one that he waved off as a teens fevered dream.

There a sixteen year old Christopher laid sleeping on his bed, it was the heat of the summer and his covers were tossed all around revealing a streamline body from years of climbing and running as well as another problem. Before he could comment on his state of exposure he noticed a shadow shift in the corner from the shadows a blue skinned being that blended the features of a human and a donkey stepped out shivering with apprehension. "Are you sure I need to do this Lady Miriam? Shouldn't Winifred or Kendra be doing this? We both know I'm only going to screw this up." The voice would come off as depressed or even bored if it wasn't cracking ever so slightly from fear. "Oh Eeyore sweetie, you'll never know until you try. Now get up there."
With uncertainty Eeyore stepped out of the shadows exposing herself entirely to the light. All Christopher could think was shortstack, the blue furred little lady was a little over five feet tall with immense breasts that hid her entire upper torso with monstrous hips to counter the weight. 

When she turned around to look back at the shadows for encouraging her greatest "ass" set was exposed, a fantastic ass with cleavage that would accurately be described as mountainous in proportion. While distracted by the unearthly jiggling of her curves Eeyore must have gotten the go ahead that she needed to continue on her journey to his bed. Taking a deep breath Eeyore put one shaking hand on his bed at a time before pulling herself the rest of the way up. A groaning protest of springs caused her eyes to comically widen and her movements to stop.

She must weigh a fair bit Christopher thought, responding to his unsaid statement his angel said "never comment on a lady's weight Christopher it might upset them. However she does weigh a bit more than you." "What are you?" Christopher asked "My darling, my love, my heart I am simply Miriam. Nothing more and nothing less." the now named Miriam replied as if that simple statement explained everything. While the statement didn't answer his question, in fact it raised more questions than it answered it at least settled the fact that his angel, Miriam he corrected cares for him, perhaps even... "Yes I do love you."

Miriam interrupted his thinking. "Now look." He looked and nearly passed out, on the bed Eeyore had fished his cock out from under the covers and was currently in a classic 69 position with his shlong between her breasts with her tongue doing a constant pirouette on his head. She was fairly nervous and apathetic towards her job until the first drop of pre hit her tongue, it was like an instant 180 in personality, her eyes widened and her pupils turned into pinpricks. Eeyore sucked in a deep breath removed the rest of his sheets revealing his muskmellon sized balls to the air before deepthroating him like her life depended on it. Glurks Gluks and other noises rang out in the darkness as the shortstack sucked all sixteen inches of him off licking the head when she was at the top and burying her muzzle in his pelvis at the bottom. From the side Christopher could see Eeyore's throat bulge out as well as a steady drip of cunny honey splash onto his past self's face, she looked like she practiced a lot. "Believe it or not that was her first time doing that." Miriam replied to his thoughts yet again. Looking up he saw the final straw on his sleeping selves control break, with a warbling moan his past self wrapped his arms around Eeyore's ass pulling himself face first into her quim.

Time seemed to freeze until Eeyore swallowed nervously stimulating Christopher into orgasming with his cum containers visibly pulling up causing a gulf ball thick stream to course down Eeyore's throat. The taste set Eeyore's own orgasm off in the form of a burst of sticky, sweet, savory cunny honey. Thirty seconds into Christopher's orgasm Eeyore pushed her thumbs into Christopher's urethra slowing his semen tsunami long enough to take a few breaths before going back to enjoying her meal seemingly unaware of her growing cum paunch.

After a minute Eeyore began feeling something on her stomach, reaching down she began feeling around her realizing that her stomach had grown enough that it was touching Christopher's chest, and lifting her up off the bed. That realization triggered another wave of pleasure as well as another wave of syrup to burst forth from her coating Christopher's face even more. Finally after four full minutes Christopher's balls emptied their last rope with an audible splattering into Eeyore's seemingly bottomless stomach, upon which she rolled onto her side revealing a stomach that looked like she was in her last month of pregnancy with triplets as well as thighs completely soaked with her own honey. Standing on shaky legs with a happily flickering tail Eeyore walked up to Christopher's still sleeping face before kissing him heavily on the lips "Oh Christopher how I wish you were awake for me to tell you how much I love you. I can only hope this sticks in your mind somehow." She said with a shaking voice.

The memory stream ended after that. "That was the day I started liking the color blue." Miriam nodded and said "I made sure a part of the event stuck with you. After that day Eeyore stopped her attempts on her health, instead she looked forward to one special day of the month." "Wait you mean once every month she'd, you know." Christopher started saying. "Have a heavy multi gallon protein shake, blow up like a water balloon, and kiss you all the while I made sure you stayed asleep so you wouldn't fly of the handle? Yes, yes I did." Miriam pointedly answered. "Now it's time for you to wake up and read your birthday cards Christopher."
With a sharp cramp in his leg Christopher awoke. Before him was an envelope with no return address, emblazoned with Miriam's butterfly symbol. Contained within was a group of papers.
To our darling Christopher if you are reading this your father and I are dead. I can only hope that you are healthy and happy. In this collective will we bequeath to you our house and the one hundred acres of woodland that surrounds it as well as anything you may find inside.

The second paper was from his father
Hey there squirt, if your reading this then that means that I'm deader than disco, though at least I was more handsome, at least in your mom's opinion. I don't have much to give you other than some advice find a woman that loves you for you no matter how crazy or weird you think you are their will be someone who loves you look at your mom and I. Find a job you love doing and do it the best you can at it, if it's mail delivery or being a teacher, maybe even president of a nation, either way do your best.
Love dad.

The third and final letter was from his mother.
Oh my darling Christopher how I wish I could talk to you in person. Unlike what your father will undobtably say that finding a good job and a good girlfriend to spend your life with. When we were younger your father and I liked to travel, one of our trips was to Egypt . During our trip we went into the desert to see excavation sites because it was a shared interest of ours.

We journeyed for three days before a sandstorm kicked up from nowhere, for a week we stayed in a tent during that week we made you. Two young adults in a small tent I'm sure you can guess what happened. What you can't guess is what was happening outside, in the beginning neither could I. The storm wasn't natural I found that out on the fifth day I went outside, instead of a whirlwind of sand I saw an oasis with clear skies in all directions, before me was an empty throne. I simply wondered in my head where I was and who the throne belonged to and a voice responded "You are in the kingdom of my beloved." With a snap of the woman's fingers the terrain changed to a field of flowers on a hilly island, another snap and the terrain became a snow covered mountain with a fortress built into the side, with a final snap they returned to the oasis.

From the shadows of the throne three red spots shone forth before going out and coming back in, it took me a full three seconds to realize that the lights were actually eyes as soon as I thought that the shadow released a throaty chuckle before a fang filled smile was exposed. I expected to die in that moment there were only two explanations for this one was I had head stroke the other was that I stumbled across one of the elemental spirits that the locals spoke of a genie I could only hope that it was not in the mood to inflict harm on me.

Forming from the shadows the genie revealed herself in her entirety with legs like a goat ending in strong hooves she stood, her immense hips wider than most humans were tall were garbed in a purple semitransparent harem dancer garb, from her hips came a slim waist that complimented her hourglass form without being grotesquely thin, her breasts were equally massive hiding her upper torso completely fulfilling her image as the pinnacle of feminine beauty they were wrapped in a translucent blue shawl like garb. Her left arm was identical to a humans other that it being covered in scales and its lack of finger nails, her right arm was completely covered in fine black fur and tipped with viscous talons, and her face was perfection even with the inhuman features the three red eyes two like a snakes and one in the location that shows enlightenment, the four goat ears, even her horns complimented her features all framed by a curtain of crimson hair.

Her plush lips pulled up into a smirk at the same time that a pair of rainbow colored dove wings extended from her back and a spade tip tail wound it's way down her lef leg before flicking around at her hoof. For two days we talked about her ruler and how wonderful he was to her (I later found out her name is Miriam) as well as to his other lovers when I asked where he was she smiled and pointed at my stomach. Christopher all I can say is that she will love you unconditionally you can never find a better person to be with than her.
Love Mom

Flashback ends
Christopher smiled happily at the changes he made to his life thanks to a spontanious trip to Egypt on his parents part.

Well that was a little long winded but there you go the next chapter in the Hundred Acre Screw touching a little on Miriam and Christopher's past. See you all next time Weegee1