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“Mankind is pathetic, weak, and manipulative,” Sephiroth continued. He pulled Pooh into a passionate kiss, which Pooh hungrily accepted with a deep, animalistic moan. Sephiroth broke the kiss and stared into Pooh’s blank eyes, panting, “But you… you’re different.”
“I’m a stuffed animal,” said Pooh. “I’d rather like to know your name. I’m not that kind of bear.”
“Sephiroth, but that hardly matters. I can be anyone you want, honey.” With a determined gaze, he slid his hands up Pooh’s shirt to massage the fur on his chest with skilled hands. Sephiroth felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. “Masamune isn’t the best sword on me if you know what I mean.”
“Oh bother,” Pooh shivered, holding back a moan. “You’re making me rumbly in my tumbly.”
