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Title: Newcomer
Fandom: A toy world specifically focusing on a Care Bear and A My Little Pony
Pairing: Funshine Bear/Sunny Daze
Category: OMG I am so going to hell
Summary: A new toy comes to the room, and Funshine Bear is inexplicably unhappy.
Notes: From the prompt "Fuzzy-wuzzy bear," for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beanpot (who was drunk at the time she asked for this). You can totally look up these two characters on google if you want; I did all my 'research' on there, or you can take my word on the fact that Funshine Bear was genderswapped in her/his own canon.
Funshine Bear thought life as a boy bear was strange but okay; he'd gotten a lot better roles in the stories since the switch, and really, it wasn't like he'd been attached like Love-a-Lot Bear or Secret Bear. Being a boy was okay. Besides, he was currently the reigning monarch of Sally's room, and got to lord his status over the other toys, most of whom were cheap plastic or hard wood.
Of course, he was currently feeling the precariousness of his situation, what with the New Addition, in her full 10 inch, plushy glory, sniffing around the room on those ridiculous hooves and generally making a nuisance of herself as she tried to introduce herself to the others.
"Hi! I'm Sunny Daze!" she chirped at a toy car that had one goofy eye missing. It regarded her warily and then slunk away under the bed.
Funshine Bear glowered at the pony, turning away quickly when she looked at him. He didn't understand his own reaction; normally he was a rather cheerful bear, as evidenced by his name. Still, he just didn't like this newcomer. Maybe it was because of her soft, fluffy plushness. Sally liked plushy toys a lot.
Funshine Bear frowned harder.
Several days later, Funshine Bear had come to the conclusion that his life was now hell. Sunny Daze had won over all the other toys, and was now holding court over the room, creating a playtime wonderland when Sally was home and a peaceful, restful sort of atmosphere the rest of the time, the type of place every toy could be content in.
Funshine Bear was watching the train engine race the one-eyed car around the bedposts when someone nudged him from behind.
"Hello!" Sunny Daze said sunnily. Despite Funshine Bear taking every opportunity to try to make her feel as unwelcome as possible, Sunny Daze persisted in her good spirits.
"Go away," Funshine Bear mumbled.
Sunny Daze either didn't hear him or didn't care, because she rested on her hindquarters next to him. She smelled like fabric softener--the good kind--and her coat looked a lot less harsh than when she'd first arrived. Funshine Bear wanted to touch it, but restrained himself, his frown burrowing deeper into his fuzzy forehead.
"What do you want?" he growled.
Sunny Daze shrugged. "Nothing."
She continued to sit next to him, nickering softly whenever the toys began to play too rough, and the toys payed attention to her. Funshine Bear had to admit she was even better at that than he had been.
"You know," Sunny Daze said, "you seem a little grumpy."
Funshine Bear said, "Oh? And how should I feel?"
She nudged his shoulder. "You're supposed to be happy, silly."
Funshine Bear huffed out his tummy. "I am not silly. Or unhappy."
Sunny Daze giggled, and then she did the strangest thing. She turned and nuzzled against Funshine Bear's tummy. Shocked, Funshine Bear just sat there.
"You are silly," Sunny Daze said, "but you're also very, very cute."
She nuzzled him again, and this time his tummy felt warm, like the beginnings of a very good Care Stare.
Funshine Bear wasn't frowning any more, but he was very confused. "What--"
Sunny Daze nuzzled up, and then she kissed him. Funshine was sure this wasn't supposed to happen, but it felt good. Really good. He was starting to feel kind of light and, and...happy. He'd forgotten how good happy felt. Of course, he was a bear and she was a pony, but he had also been a she, so really, this wasn't that weird, was it?
He kissed Sunny Daze back, and then she did something with a soft, deliberate hoof, and this went way beyond happy.
"Isn't that better?" Sunny Daze murmured, and it was all Funshine Bear could do to nod enthusiastically. He was beginning to suspect his first reaction wasn't exactly dislike.
Sunny Daze nudged him and said, "We should probably go somewhere more private," and Funshine Bear agreed with her wholeheartedly. There was no point in making the others jealous, after all.
They retreated under the bed and Funshine Bear learned a new kind of fun, and decided it was a very good kind of fun, indeed.
Fandom: A toy world specifically focusing on a Care Bear and A My Little Pony
Pairing: Funshine Bear/Sunny Daze
Category: OMG I am so going to hell
Summary: A new toy comes to the room, and Funshine Bear is inexplicably unhappy.
Notes: From the prompt "Fuzzy-wuzzy bear," for
beanpot (who was drunk at the time she asked for this). You can totally look up these two characters on google if you want; I did all my 'research' on there, or you can take my word on the fact that Funshine Bear was genderswapped in her/his own canon.Funshine Bear thought life as a boy bear was strange but okay; he'd gotten a lot better roles in the stories since the switch, and really, it wasn't like he'd been attached like Love-a-Lot Bear or Secret Bear. Being a boy was okay. Besides, he was currently the reigning monarch of Sally's room, and got to lord his status over the other toys, most of whom were cheap plastic or hard wood.
Of course, he was currently feeling the precariousness of his situation, what with the New Addition, in her full 10 inch, plushy glory, sniffing around the room on those ridiculous hooves and generally making a nuisance of herself as she tried to introduce herself to the others.
"Hi! I'm Sunny Daze!" she chirped at a toy car that had one goofy eye missing. It regarded her warily and then slunk away under the bed.
Funshine Bear glowered at the pony, turning away quickly when she looked at him. He didn't understand his own reaction; normally he was a rather cheerful bear, as evidenced by his name. Still, he just didn't like this newcomer. Maybe it was because of her soft, fluffy plushness. Sally liked plushy toys a lot.
Funshine Bear frowned harder.
Several days later, Funshine Bear had come to the conclusion that his life was now hell. Sunny Daze had won over all the other toys, and was now holding court over the room, creating a playtime wonderland when Sally was home and a peaceful, restful sort of atmosphere the rest of the time, the type of place every toy could be content in.
Funshine Bear was watching the train engine race the one-eyed car around the bedposts when someone nudged him from behind.
"Hello!" Sunny Daze said sunnily. Despite Funshine Bear taking every opportunity to try to make her feel as unwelcome as possible, Sunny Daze persisted in her good spirits.
"Go away," Funshine Bear mumbled.
Sunny Daze either didn't hear him or didn't care, because she rested on her hindquarters next to him. She smelled like fabric softener--the good kind--and her coat looked a lot less harsh than when she'd first arrived. Funshine Bear wanted to touch it, but restrained himself, his frown burrowing deeper into his fuzzy forehead.
"What do you want?" he growled.
Sunny Daze shrugged. "Nothing."
She continued to sit next to him, nickering softly whenever the toys began to play too rough, and the toys payed attention to her. Funshine Bear had to admit she was even better at that than he had been.
"You know," Sunny Daze said, "you seem a little grumpy."
Funshine Bear said, "Oh? And how should I feel?"
She nudged his shoulder. "You're supposed to be happy, silly."
Funshine Bear huffed out his tummy. "I am not silly. Or unhappy."
Sunny Daze giggled, and then she did the strangest thing. She turned and nuzzled against Funshine Bear's tummy. Shocked, Funshine Bear just sat there.
"You are silly," Sunny Daze said, "but you're also very, very cute."
She nuzzled him again, and this time his tummy felt warm, like the beginnings of a very good Care Stare.
Funshine Bear wasn't frowning any more, but he was very confused. "What--"
Sunny Daze nuzzled up, and then she kissed him. Funshine was sure this wasn't supposed to happen, but it felt good. Really good. He was starting to feel kind of light and, and...happy. He'd forgotten how good happy felt. Of course, he was a bear and she was a pony, but he had also been a she, so really, this wasn't that weird, was it?
He kissed Sunny Daze back, and then she did something with a soft, deliberate hoof, and this went way beyond happy.
"Isn't that better?" Sunny Daze murmured, and it was all Funshine Bear could do to nod enthusiastically. He was beginning to suspect his first reaction wasn't exactly dislike.
Sunny Daze nudged him and said, "We should probably go somewhere more private," and Funshine Bear agreed with her wholeheartedly. There was no point in making the others jealous, after all.
They retreated under the bed and Funshine Bear learned a new kind of fun, and decided it was a very good kind of fun, indeed.
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Date: 2009-01-26 08:44 pm (UTC)From:(I may never look at my plush Funshine Bear the same way again!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!)
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Date: 2009-01-26 08:48 pm (UTC)From:At least I can honestly say I warned you.
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Date: 2009-01-26 08:44 pm (UTC)From:My.
God.
Okay, in my defense, you asked me to prompt you and I told you wouldn't like it and then you said you would so I totally told you something random.
And you wrote it. This possibly makes up for you "cheating" on me. But one second, I need to pack that blender and the margarita mix for our road trip to HELL.
Finally...kids, let this be a lesson to you all on the dangers of lemon martinis. They are a bad, bad, bad idea on an empty stomach. BAD.
*cue "The More You Know Theme Song"*
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Date: 2009-01-26 08:50 pm (UTC)From:Just make sure we have a lot of margarita mix. Like a lot.
(Mmmm...lemon martinis)
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:27 pm (UTC)From:This is so so so so so so so wrong! On so many levels.
So wrong.
Your brain is evil. Crackily hilarious...but evil.
My favorite line: She smelled like fabric softener--the good kind
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:31 pm (UTC)From:*grins*
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:43 pm (UTC)From:Several days later, Funshine Bear had come to the conclusion that his life was now hell.
A sentence I would never have thought I'd read.
Bwahaha! Also, no.
I'm so conflicted!
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:45 pm (UTC)From:Feel free to be conflicted. I know I am.
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:59 pm (UTC)From:*eyes you some more*
I think you're going to need to post this along with the story:
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Date: 2009-01-26 10:09 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-01-26 11:46 pm (UTC)From:Yes, YES IT IS!!!
You have taken cracked to a new height. I don't know whether to be proud for you or to run in fear and hide. Please, please promise to only use your powers for good, ok?
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Date: 2009-01-26 11:48 pm (UTC)From:*g*
I'll do my best to be a hero instead of a villain, though some who read this fic today might disagree.
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Date: 2009-01-27 09:44 am (UTC)From:New highs of fluff (or should that be "plush"?) in porn. (*giggle*-*titter*-*pause to catch breath*-*ahhahaha*)
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Date: 2009-01-27 03:16 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 03:19 pm (UTC)From:OMG!
*falls over*
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Date: 2009-01-27 04:05 pm (UTC)From: