The Surprise Gift (1)
#52 of Commissions by Gruffy
Phil receives a strange gift that turns out to be...something he could have never imagined.
This was written ages ago for Sanmer and I'm posting it now! Enjoy!
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Phil just didn't get it- who would leave a big cardboard box on his front door, with his name and address clearly marked on it, but no information about the sender, not a logo or an address...with the hallway being deserted, he couldn't really even ask a neighbor.
"Weird," he thought as he hauled the surprisingly light, albeit big package into his living room and fetched some scissors to open it - though unmarked and mysterious, he had recently ordered some stuff from Amazon, so maybe they'd just forgotten a sticker or something, maybe it was just an error and he'd find the stuff inside...
...but no...he only found lots of packing foam bits and folded paper, and then, finally, something brown, wrapped in a plastic bag...packing stuff was everywhere by the time Phil extracted it from the box and put it on the floor, and stared at it, puzzled, when he tore the plastic away.
"Wow..."
It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before...an otter, about three feet tall, completely life-like, he thought, in a kind of an anthropomorphized way, like on a cartoon or something, brown, smirking, and covered in a smooth, slick layer that felt almost like rubber, he wasn't sure what...but weren't otters supposed to be like that, smooth and...dynamic, for swimming? The webbed paws surely indicated that...and the otter plushie was wearing a blue bathrobe, and swimming goggles. It was kinda funny, and Phil had to agree, really cute, too, but as he stared at the plushie, he couldn't but help but wonder where the hell it had come from! He hadn't ordered one, sure, he had a couple of small plushies in his bedroom, but this was much bigger and much more elaborate than anything he owned, or really wanted to own, even...he had definitely not ordered it...funny...
"Maybe there's something in the box," Phil mused to himself and rummaged through the package, making an even bigger a mess digging through it, but finding nothing. There wasn't even anything taped to the side, like they often did...so that was another dead end. Odd. Maybe it was a free promotion or something...maybe he'd signed up for something on Facebook or something but simply didn't remember...yes...that meant, he thought, there could be a logo or something printed on it, yes, that had to be it!
Phil smiled, congratulating his own cleverness as he turned the big plushie around, seeing nothing on the back of the bathrobe, but that probably meant that it was simply printed on the toy itself. Smiling still, he tugged on the otter's belt and opened the bathrobe, fully expecting to find a logo...but what he found made him accidentally push the plushie down to the floor.
Well, he did see something, but it wasn't a logo advertising something, instead, the otter had...well...as he stared, it became quite clear that the otter was anatomically correct! It had a pair of balls nestled close to its groin, plus a plump sheath out of which a length of pink cock poked out! Phil frowned - who the hell would make something like that and send it to someone randomly?
He blushed a little - it was hardly the first time he'd seen a naked otter - his secret internet prowls at night often took him to sites where people shared art and stories about anthro animals, often in the naughty sense, too, much to Phil's top secret amusement...but he'd never told to anyone he knew! Obviously, being a gay closeted geek was sensitive enough, but to tell that he liked the furry stuff too, that'd be too much even for the most open-minded of his friends, he thought, and he didn't have that many...he just let it all chill...
"Weird," he thought," as he dared to investigate the plushie some more...that it indeed have a sizeable cock, and when he turned it around, he noticed that its tail was kinda...malleable, so that it could be raised to reveal...yes...a hint of pink there...Phil poked it with a fingertip and realized that it'd almost slipped in!
Feeling a furious blush on his face, and a throbbing in his pants, Phil hurried to clothe the otter with its bathrobe again. It seemed that the plushie was of a naughty kind, something he'd heard of before, but had never even thought about. At least, wearing that robe, it juts looked like a normal cuddly toy, more or like.
"Well, I guess you're a mystery now," he spoke, patting the otter's head, "need to clean this mess up now, though..."
Phil decided to put the plushie to his bedroom, onto a little pile with his other plushies, and left it there before going back to clean up the living room of the packing materials, and he was kinda starting to feel hungry, too...
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It was almost four am when Phil finally said goodnight to his Skype buddies and put his computer to sleep, and dragged himself into his bedroom. He collapsed onto the unmade bed like he always did, knowing that it being Friday, he didn't have to worry about waking up - sleep in late and spend the day doing sweet nothing, that was the way he liked it, as he curled down just in his boxers.
He was feeling kinda horny, though...he'd looked at some naughty art before during the evenin, but none of it had really inspired him to jack off, not that night...been so busy co-opping and chatting, heheh, he thought, gaming had even overshadowed the need to jerk off...but now, in the silence of his bedroom, with no other stimuli but his own body, and the nice, cool sheets, he slid his hand down to his dick and gave it a nice squeeze, breathing out as the pleasure hit him.
"Hmmm..." Phil huffed, giving himself a few nice, warm, dry strokes, before he went on to play with his balls a bit, enjoying how they felt on his palm, fuzzy and nice and big, and pent up.
He went back to playing with himself for about a minute or so, but felt strangely uninspired still...maybe he should go back to his computer and put on some porn...break out the lube, too, maybe...oh well...it still felt alright enough...lying on his back, enjoying the slide of fingers over his flesh, watching...
...watching the otter plushie watch him with its swimming goggles-covered eyes, next to his little tiger and teddy bear plushies, though much bigger than them, as if it was looking back to him, too, its webbed paws spread wide.
Phil snorted at the thought, the toy wasn't looking at him, it couldn't be, it was just that, a toy, plastic and soft stuff filling it, making it nice and cuddly...hmmm...cuddles, he thought, thinking how he so often cuddled a pillow when he was sleeping...he probably wouldn't mind cuddling that otter, either...
Phil noticed, to his surprise, that his cock throbbed harder when he thought about cuddling the otter...the strange, mysterious toy...and as he laid there, stroking himself lazily and watching the lifeless toy, a naughty idea took his mind...as it was...the toy...it had...it had looked as if...
...but that'd be so very kinky, Phil thought, reminding himself that it'd probably be weird...at least afterwards, when he'd cummed...
...but then again, who would ever know? It was just a random toy, there was nobody there...
...Phil felt a bit chilly when he got out of the bed and fetched the otter, simply picking it up and then dropping it onto its back on the bed...he knelt by it on the bed, cock hard as a rock and leaking now as he watched the otter...yes...he took off the goggles first, because they looked silly, and put them down, revealing staring, quite pretty blue eyes...heheh...he liked that...before he unwound the belt and eased the toy out of its custom-sized robe...the sight of the otter's cock made him feel even more aroused, and he couldn't help but play with that mobile sheath and the shaft a little...slightly cool plastic was felt, but the shaft was generously sized, and felt nice in his hands...he stroked himself while fondled the otter toy, really getting super worked up.
There was no denying it no, he really wanted to do it...he knew what there was to be done...but his hands almost trembled when he turned the otter plushie down onto its belly and grabbed its tail, turning it up a little to expose its cute round butt...damn it was pretty, Phil thought, and he saw that hint of pink...now he didn't hesitate to push a finger in there, and felt that it was completely smooth inside, a bit dry, but very, very soft and smooth, like the exterior of the toy, too...
Phil spat quickly onto his palm and rubbed a little bit of saliva against the otter's hole, then a bit onto his tip, before he grabbed the otter with both of his hands and aimed his tip against the hole...
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Phil thought on his final moment of hesitation before he pushed and buried his cock into the otter toy.
"AAAAAAH!"
Phil couldn't believe it, it felt like his cock was swallowed in something so smooth and...he couldn't explain it, he just knew that he almost cummed, simply thrusting balls deep into the tight but pliable orifice that wrapped itself around his shaft, squeezing down on him, feeling simply perfect. He clutched the otter plushie hard, fingers digging into its plump sides as he held onto it, moaning hotly and beginning to pant, unable to move for the fear that he'd simply blow his load right away on that very second.
"Wwoooow..."
He risked a thrust, and felt the insides of the plushie stroke him exquisitely, making him twitch and leak, and want to really begin to hump into the toy's dilated orifice, not exactly warm, but so good that his heart was racing and he was unable to hold himself back...he simply began to pump in and out, feeling how the insides of that snug tunnel flexed around him, now good it felt, how the toy was responding the every contour of his cock sliding in and out of it, simply keeping a perfect pressure on him at every moment...
"Ohhhh maaaan..." Phil toppled onto the bed on top of the otter, clutching it hard while he simply fucked it, finding himself panting against the top of the otter plushie's head while he pounded it, the toy surprisingly resilient and firm underneath him, not just a lump of foam or something...and it was so tight, and felt like it was squirming....
"oohhh fuck..." Phil moaned again, feeling the toy suck the very life out of him while he kept pounding it, holding down onto it hard...that bouncing, slowly warming plushie felt so nice in his arms...
"...harder..."
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Phil kept panting and mouthing on the otter's ears, pumping as hard as he could...unable stop himself, he just had to breed the plushie and shoot his cum inside it, he just had to fill that tight tunnel with all his pent-up spunk and...
"oooh harder, harder!"
_ _
He was so horny he was imagining that the plushie was begging for him to do it harder...and he did...really unleashing all he got, pumping into that tight velvety tunnel, really making him go all out on it, so warm and hard that he couldn't even think anymore, just pump into that squirming hole...the whole plushie rocking and shaking underneath him, in his grip, while he pounded desperately...
"AAHHHHHH!"
And he cummed, and cummed, and cummed, and kept thrusting until he was so supersensitive that it simply hurt to keep going, and then he just clutched the toy, enjoying his last throbbing twitches within the otter's tail tunnel...he really felt spent, he was so sweaty and breathless, it was his best orgasm ever...hell, it was the first orgasm he ever had that wasn't his own hand's doing, that had to mean something already...
"Www...owow...." Phil moaned to himself, "...little guy..."
Whoever was kinky enough to come up with this kind of a plushie, he thought, must've been an evil genius. It had taken all the juices out of him, and then some, leaving him lying there and clutching the otter...so warm now, it must've somehow absorbed his body heat or something, he thought...
"Heheh," Phil snickered to himself and kissed the top of the otter's head, "you're a little something."
"Thanks!" a squeaky voice replied.
Phil's eyes went wide...he didn't just...
...he blinked, and realized that he was looking at the otter plushie's face, and it was looking at him, too...because it just blinked...and it was kinda...smiling...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
He leaped backwards, unable to stop himself as his body went absolutely rigid and simply jumped out of the bed, backwards in a way that humans weren't supposed to be moving, and he landed heavily, head smacking against the floor hard enough that Phil was simply knocked out cold, ending up to his back on the floor, unconscious, while a brown plushie looked curiously at the naked pink creature lying on the floor...and still smiling.