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The latex at his rear grips his butt, digging fingers into blushing flesh to make sure they have a firm grip before pulling his cheeks apart. The cool breeze of the room blows up his crack and tickles at his tail hole. Now the cheeks on his face blush as the realization washes over him at just what the gloves had planned.

A sloshing sound accompanies an engorged purple glove, which climbs up the side of his mattress and collapses, drooling out his previously expelled cum. A second purple glove slithers up beside it, coaxing the cuff open with two of its fingers. They push inside, giving the rabbit a show as they slide in and out of their partner glove, the fattened one's fingers twitching as its companion pleasures it.

Drooling now, Dai can only watch as the unsoiled glove shows its glistening digits to him by stroking his own seed up along his side, then to his back. It paints over him, stroking the sticky substance over his legs, writing the mysterious script upon his body. Once it is happy, the fingers then dip into the "inkwell" once more, coming out with a larger glob than before.

Dai huffs through his open and stuffed mouth, his cock already twitching back to life from the anticipation, but a moment later as the fingers press themselves to his crack and brush downward, he cannot help but make a long and lewd moan.

His hips push his length down to the bowl as one finger pushes into his tailhole, and then another follows suit. Making a scissoring motion, the fingers spread him, only increasing the sensation that flows through his body. He could never get such an angle on himself before, and the excitement of this new feeling inside him brings his once tired meat back up to attention. It is then that another latex glove wraps its fingers around the length. As it strokes him, it does so with slow, yet deliberate pumps, acting much like a farmhand doing its daily chores. Meanwhile, the fingers inside his front poke at his cheeks from the inside and stroke underneath his tongue. While all of this is happening, the fingers down below push in deeper, spreading the exciting sensation deeper into him.

As he is played with on three fronts, Dai's head swims in a tingling satisfaction. His body falls into a hypnotic dance of pleasure. The mixture of embarrassing spanking, being held down, and the fingers exploring inside him make him a moaning, drooling mess from all ends of his body.

The rabbit is left with only one course of action, and that is to rock his hips. As he does, fingers slide deeper inside of him, reaching depths that had never been stimulated before. His length also rides along the pumping motion of the other glove, letting his pre drip down into the offering bowl. An offering to what? Well, now he has to see!

Just as he thinks he can't get any farther than his current state of nirvana, the fingers exploring within him poke up against one particular spot. He grunts, his whole body locking up as suddenly the glove finds his prostate, fingers giving quick, tantalizing brushes up against it.

That's enough for him. His eyes roll back into his head as his milked cock explodes into the bowl, splashing excess spunk over the sides and onto his mattress!

Dai sits up with a start, awakening in a cold sweat. He pants, his heart beating at an elevated rate. When he runs his gloved hand through his messy hair, he can't help but wonder if any of what had happened was true at all. But the craze of doubt crashes around him when he takes note of the room itself. Everywhere, gloves litter the floor, the mirror, and the bed. The cases in his prized glove room all sit wide open, their contents strewn around after a wild and lusty party.

He shakes his head as he slides out of the bed, and the first thing he does is scoop up some of the discarded gloves from off of his sheets. Holding them all close to his heart, he squeezes them close, walking them over to the hamper and placing them inside.

He then turns his hands over, looking at the green gloves. With a smirk, he shakes his head. "Whatever magic you are," he tells them, "I just hope it was good enough for you, too."

He brushes his fingertips against his lips, and gently kisses the gloves, whispering to them, "thank you."

Dai rolls out of his bed and stands, surveying the room with his hands on his hips. The lilac gloves are gone, and so is that mysterious bowl too. But what happened to them is a mystery for another day. Instead, his nose wiggles and his tail twitches. He's now got a whole bunch of gloves to wash, and he's going to spend every moment with them treating them like the delicate and amazing lovers that they all are!