This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The bunny groaned. Why was Christmas gift-giving so difficult? He always thought he knew the small pool of friends and family that he liked to buy for, but when it came to buying the actual presents he drew a blank. It was funny how things like that worked, but the tan-ginger rabbit had always put it down to the pressure of just wanting to make sure that everything was absolutely perfect for them.
The gloves, the magic gloves, however... Oh, they were the most difficult of all. And that was why Dai was stuck in the house, his lips pursed, just dressed simply in some cut-off house trousers (loose, cotton: comfortable but still nice enough for him to swing his hips a little in them and show off, if only to himself) and a T-shirt that framed his slim waist, just putting up decorations. The tree was up already and he was engaged in hanging a garland on the wall, pinning it in the corners and then making sure it was draped nicely. He left the nails there year-round to put that specific garland up, but they were tucked up enough out of the way to not worry him.
He may not have known what to get the gloves, but the bun certainly knew one thing that they liked, especially considering how much time they spent groping and teasing him, sometimes pressing into his backside or, most of the time, sliding over his shaft. Dai shivered and let out a tiny, breathy moan at the notion of the gloves sliding one, tender satin finger into his mouth again. Even though they were magic and hollow, they still had form and substance to them, a firm shape when they wanted to, though the true nature of them was beyond even him.
And that was just how the bunny found himself stripping down, just a few days before Christmas, his clothes neatly tossed into the washing machine (or else the gloves would have mocked him for being untidy again), knowing exactly what the gloves would have wanted. He grinned, lips twitching wider and wider as his ears stood up straight and quivering, a bright red ribbon snaking around his body. It took him a few goes to get it in just the right place, adding a couple of smaller bows to his ankles and wrists too, but it eventually wrapped his midriff with a big, gleaming bow right at the front of his body.
He took a breath, heart pounding. Already, his need was rising, heat pooling at the point of his crotch.
"Oh, satin gloooves," he sang out. "I've got a surpriiiiiise for you! Down in the living room!"
It did not take them long at all. The gloves danced into the room, flitting through the air as if the powers of gravity held no effect on them. In violet satin, the slightest movement or fold caught the light, turning one colour through several shades, different facets and flickers to the gloves. At the wrist lay a dark, black hem of beading, though it was faint enough and light enough to be tasteful, even for a modern style, rather than gaudy.
Dai would have loved them either way, but he loved more than ever just how the gloves were drawn up short by the mere sight of him under the tree, spreading the palms and fingers out in a clear gesture of surprise.