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.
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The Magic Gloves
The rabbit poured over each and every item in the curiosity shop, a bunny with time to kill. With soft brown fur and a mop of cutely messy chestnut hair, Dai swept his paw absently back through it, tail twitching as he amused himself while waiting for the train. The train times were always such a pain those days, changing at the worst of times, and he was stuck for a way to get home until the one he needed came into the station unless he wanted to chance the bus. Wrinkling his nose, he sighed, whiskers twitching. Dai hated the bus.
So, that was out of the question and, well, he would not have found the curiosity shop if he had not been strolling around aimlessly with a smoothie in paw, a mix of fruits that, perhaps, he would not have thought to try on his own. It was nice enough but not so nice that he had been reluctant to down it hastily in lieu of missing out on what the little shop crammed into the corner of a backstreet had to offer.
And it did not disappoint with its crooked shelves and that musty, old air that such shops seemed to hold, his curiosity getting the better of him (ironically so) and goading him on to check out each and every little thing he passed. A vase? A collection of carved chess pieces? A crystal sculpture? Every single one was brought to him with a sense of wonder as if they had been laid there especially for him to discover, although it had been pure chance that he had stumbled across the shop at all.
Or had it? Had some ulterior power, perhaps, been working right along in the background, guiding his paws to the shop that would unlock so much pleasure for him? One could only imagine.
"These..."
All other thoughts slipped from his mind, the many items he'd examined paling in comparison to the find just before him. Dai shivered, eyes locking onto the gloves as if they were calling him in. It was no secret that he was rather partial to a lovely pair of gloves, regardless of what they were, but silken ones held a special favour with him, stirring a need much deeper inside him than anything the mere eye could see for itself.
Wait... No... Beside those silk ones, well, there was an even more striking pair of violet satin ones, a small ring of black beading around the hem of the wrist. The satin gleamed with a soft sheen, one formed to the 'hand' of a model on the shelf, and he picked up the other one, slipping it on over his delicate, slender fingers as if it had been made just for him. It was all too easy to collect the second from the fingers of the model too, the satin rustling softly as it was removed, although it eased over his other paw without a sound, the fur muting any noise that may have been made.