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Breath of Life

By Horatio Husky

For Gabriel, his NOT boyfriend ~<3

Horatio surveyed his charge, which he had just been strapped to the mattress before him.

"Plug?"

He asked, a tone of authority in his voice as he raised an eyebrow, peering at the bunny before him whose cheeks had just turned red as a plump cherry.

"Ch-check..."

"Mittens?"

Gabriel looked up to peer at his mittens, his cheeks still burning as he stuttered out another affirmation.

"Diaper?"

"Ch... Check..."

"Louder."

"Check!"

"Good bunny."

Horatio turned around and padded into the bathroom, his tail swishing idly behind him as he flirtatiously swayed his fluff behind him, allowing Gabriel to catch only a glimpse of his bare bottom.

Horatio returned a few minutes later working an electric toothbrush going around the inside of his muzzle and idly scrolling through his phone, knowingly performing an immediate and sudden diversion of attention to intentionally annoy his embarrassed bunny charge.

"Paci-gag?"

"N-not check..."

Horatio looked up sharply from his phone, his toothbrush still buzzing in his mouth as his eyes narrowed, a look of disappointment crossing his facial expression as he gave an exasperated sigh.

"Wow, can't even follow the simplest of instructions. You know good sissy bunnies sleep with their paci-gags at night so they don't wake their puppy boyfriends, how else am I supposed to be up and at it in the morning?"

He clucked his tongue, further demonstrating his dissatisfaction by clicking his phone locked shut and walking back into the bathroom, where Gabriel could just make out the noise of a running sink and a gargling puppy.

He rolled his eyes, although he knew he was in for it he couldn't help but have his mind get out of the moment to express his dry exasperation with his boyfriend. He did take his dental health too seriously.

After about two minutes of exaggerated gargling, Gabriel heard him spit and rinse.

"Helloooooo? Are we like... doing something here?" the helpless and slightly annoyed bunny called out.

He couldn't help himself, Horatio had this annoying habit of flawlessly executing just the right amount of button pushing with him, and then immediately ceasing and plunging him out of his sexual revery by acting as if nothing sexual was going on at all.

To his chagrin, he'd figured out one of his ultimate buttons. The ones where he pushed them hard, and then just as suddenly stopped pushing them at all, essentially ruining the beginning of what Gabriel knew would have been masterfully crafted sexual episode.

Without skipping a beat, Horatio trotted back into the bedroom, in his paws he had clasped the aforementioned paci-gag that Gabriel had quite carelessly forgotten.

"Alright, that's enough out of you my little jingle bunny."

Jingle bunny?

Gabriel thought, as he instinctively accepted the paci-gag between his lips; the gag also included muzzle straps to help keep him quiet, causing him to blush profusely whenever he thought of it. He allowed his fluffy compatriot to fasten it gently behind his head.

Without warning, something else was placed on his neck that wasn't nearly as pleasant.

With a gasp, he felt something tight and restrictive being tugged over his neck, pressing down on his trachea in a manner that didn't seem to have breathing in mind.

"There we go, nice and snuggly."

For added effect, Horatio placed a finger underneath the collar that he had just placed on Gabe and jingled the bell, an adorable smile spreading across his canine face as he expressed genuine delight at the noise."

"Now I know if you're trying to get out of your little safety ribbons that keep you in place I'll know that you're being a naughty bunny!"

Gabriel tried to open his mouth, but both the collar and the paci-gag prevented him from uttering more than the softest of, "Meeps!"

He strained, but the straps holding his useless, mittened paws prevented him from being able to do anything about the thick, unyielding choke collar that had been forcibly placed onto his vulnerable neck.

Horatio couldn't help but smile, as he gently booped Gabriel on the nose, continuing.

"That should also help with the snoring I think, you don't need to breathe that much anyway to power that dumb bunny brain of yours. I wouldn't be surprised if one dopey, sleepy yawn is enough to keep that little pea thing of yours chugging along."

Grinning devilishly, Horatio then proceeded to create an elaborate display in front of Gabriel of dressing up for bed himself.

Gabriel felt as if his lungs were burning, he gasped and tried to breathe in more air but found that the only thing he was reliably capable of were small gasps of inhalation and exhalation.

Spots began to form in his eyes as he watched his partner lay out a diaper onto the bed front, much to his chagrin, knowing that he'd probably be responsible for changing it the next day.

His legs now began to strain as his body began to telling him more and more alarmingly that it needed oxygen, but the only thing that he was able to provide in response was the tiny, tinkling noise of the bell attached to the collar.

The only thing that signified that he was in any distress whatsoever.

Horatio took his time, ensuring that he had properly powdered the respective areas as he gently brought the diaper front up over his diaper area, taking care to readjust the tapes and flaps as needed for the perfect fit.

He stood up and posed. He showed off his diaper bottom to his bunny and asked in an inquisitive tone.

"What do you think sweetie, does this diaper make my butt look big?"

Gabriel, unsurprisingly, was able to offer no other answer other than his blushing cheeks and the spasming of his chest and writhing of his body as he begged for more breath than the tiny amounts the unyielding collar allotted him.

Horatio grinned, satisfied that his boyfriend seemed to be quite a fan of his now exaggerated posterior.

"I think I'm feeling extra snuggly tonight, perhaps I shall don the starry space onesie, or should I go for the one with all the different types of deciduous leaves on it. What do you think, darling?"

He padded over to the closet and picked out the two hangers, on which were displayed the articles of clothing he had mentioned, he brought them over to the edge of the bed. He raised the one he grasped in his right, the one with the stars on them and inquired.

"What do you think, should I wear this one?"

He switched and raised the other hanger.

"Or this one?"

He waited for an answer with bated breath, this fact, of course, amused him to no end as he held his breath waiting for his partner's answer, whose struggles had now turned to a more violent, desperate nature as his silent plea for air was translated into the girliest of bell jingles.

"My my, it almost sounds like a little bunny's trying to get permission to go potty outside in the field! Does my little sissy need to make tickles in the grass?"

Gabriel had now become desperate for air, tears welled in his eyes as he gazed at his partner with a feeling of insufferable helplessness and vulnerability.

The thought crossed his mind that Horatio did control whether he was going to pass out or not, the wusky was just biding his time counting down the seconds until just the right moment to release him from the collar.

The problem was, Gabriel had no idea whether he had gotten the numbers right.

Horatio shrugged and then raised the starry night onesie.

"I think I'm feeling galactic this evening, after all, you did seem to think that my ass was out of this world. You're such a wonderfully affectionate boyfriend, you know that?"

Horatio proceeded to slip one leg and then the other into the footed onesie, making sure to dress most leisurely possible as his boyfriend's entire body screamed for air which he seemed to quite contentedly be ignoring.

"I think I might keep you."

Unable to help himself, Horatio, at last, grinned and cocking his head to the side in a poor attempt at genuine curiosity he asked.

"Oh honey, is that bell collar too tight for you?"

As if his frantic struggling wasn't enough, Gabe nodded as emphatically as he could, his eyes closing tight.

Horatio walked around the bed, each step he took felt like a million years to Gabriel as he bent over and tugged at the collar, then frowned.

"Huh, it seems to be stuck!"

Gabriel's eyes widened as his gullible disposition scared him for a second, thinking that Horatio might have made a mistake and he began to thrash about once more.

As if moving through molasses, Horatio, at last, unfastened the buckle.

At last, he felt the collar's vice-like grip loosen significantly, he gasped for air, his limbs slumped against the mattress in relief. Coughing and spluttering into his paci gag as he breathed, a retching noise coming from his throat as the air his body ever so desperately wanted was finally delivered to him.

"Ash.... Ashhole..."

He muttered through his pacifier, his head flopping back against the pillow behind him as he felt himself regaining his senses.

"Watch your language now, sissy princess. We wouldn't want any more accidents with the jingle-collar now, would we?"

Gabriel huffed into his paci-gag, he could still feel his penis throbbing madly in the cage that he'd been locked into weeks before.

This had been the closest he had gotten to getting off even while confined inside of it, but even that Horatio wasn't willing to allow.

His feelings of frustration abated, however, as he felt his boyfriend snuggle up against him and bring the covers over to two of them.

He stuck his nose into his left ear, exactly the place that Gabriel most enjoyed when the two slept together.

He whispered, ever so gently.

"Goodnight princess, sweet dreams."

He was out like a light shortly after that, leaving his bound partner to listen to the sounds of the puppy's breathing before he succumbed to slumber.

Gabriel sighed a shaky breath right before he fell asleep, the smell of candy apples and pine needles filling Gabriel's nose as he felt the wusky's voluptuous fur brush against his face.