Gloves 7

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#29 of Commissions

The magic powering the gloves makes Dai's greatest wishes come true, but can he handle it when more join in on the fun?

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Dai's eyes widen as the glove springs to life, but its fingers face away from him. He blinks, not quite sure what's happening, but the cuff spreads, showing off the opening much smaller than his wrist.

Sweat drips down his forehead, curving aside his eye and collecting at his cheek as he stares down at that glove, so soft so... inviting.

The green gloves pull his arms down behind his back, quick enough to cause him a bit of a jolt. He yelps, his back arching from the contortion, pushing his hips forward.

The purple glove envelopes his head, its inside so soft and delicate. His eyes roll back at the sensation and he smiles in an almost manic sort of way. "So, this is what you want?" he asks. "Very well. Let me give it to you!" leaning in as far as he can, he pulls his hips back, letting his shaft rub against the inner lining of this new purple glove. He pushes forward, the magical handpiece swallowing his cock once more.

The grip on him loosens, and the animate gloves all shift to new positions. Latex grips at his hair. Leather cups his butt. The green satin lets their spell wane, and with his newfound control, he reaches to find something to support himself, his fingers finding the outstretched hands of another pair of gloves, which lace fingers over his own and hold him up with a strong, yet loving grip.

He pulls back and shoves in, starting up a pace with the mysterious lilac. He's not one to be a rutting animal. He's always considered himself a gentle lover, but the way these articles paraded him around took their time to prep him gives him no other choice. His poor member is on the verge of exploding, and he needs to give it solace, now!

Dai's legs wobble as he gives one last thrust. His eyes roll back as his lips quiver. He squeezes the gloves helping him up as the final push courses through him. Not only did the gloves' ministrations set him on edge, but it built him up, causing him to shoot over and over again into the lilac glove for a good long time. How long? A minute, maybe? It just keeps coming!

As he comes, the glove faces its own changes. The fingers fill, dangling and damp. The palm expands, ballooning to a cartoonish degree. Finally, the cuff leaks. The last few spurts spill out entirely. With Dai's final release, both he and all of this gloves collapse onto the ground, leaving the rabbit staring blankly up at the ceiling, draped in inanimate handwear and with his entire vitality spent. After a long pause, he sighs and gently closes his eyes...

A gentle tap against his nose gets it to wiggle a little bit. A gentle tap upon his forehead makes eyes flutter open. A rubbery finger pushing itself into his cheek and twisting startles him. He pushes himself up, awakened in a cold sweat on his bed, panting heavily as he looks around him. Everything seems to be just as it should be. Was all of that a dream that he had? Did he fall asleep pleasuring himself with the gloves? He holds his hands up in front of himself to examine them. The script sewn into them doesn't glow and they are only slightly stained from playing with himself.

Dai shakes his head and rolls onto his belly, scooping his hands underneath his pillow and pulling it up against his chest, enjoying the cool fabric against his thin frame. Well, it must have been a dream. There are no such things as magic gloves. That's just silly. He sighs and snuggles up against his pillow. He still feels a bit sleepy after all that,and after his long trip, he can afford to sleep a few more hours.

He grips the pillow much harder than he wanted. He blinks his eyes open, only to see the magical glow come out from beneath the pillow once more. "I... it's real?!"

In response to his realization, a large and strong pair of leather gloves grab at his ears, pulling his face back. One eye winces closed from the sudden burning stretch, and as he yelps in response, a red satin glove slithers out of from the pillowcase and shoots straight forward, plugging four fingers into his mouth. They wriggle around his tongue, stroking along the muscle, teasing him as he can't do anything to stop it.

Dai groans, pushing his knees up, but as his butt rises in the air, latex slaps against his rear, making him squeak as the warmth bleeds through his skin, a blush forming on his cheeks.

One of the gloves grabs a handful of his tail, fondling the fluffy thing, adding another layer of embarrassing actions happening to him now. Another slap comes to his rear and he rears his head back, catching something in the corner of his eye.

Two gloves float in the air, carrying a small wooden bowl. Where did that come from? How did the gloves bring it into his home? However, he has no time to think about that anymore as the gloves slide it down under his dangling, flaccid dick.