Gag Gifts 3

Kade’s ears perked as he heard a car pull up, his nerves causing his white fur to stand on end. He couldn’t believe they were actually about to go through with this. A husky stepped out of the driver’s side. The two of them had almost nothing in common, except for a single friend. Rhyme, a fox with a bizarre sense of humor, had sent them both some very unique birthday presents. 

Up until now they had only confided in each other about the surreal events. Both had received packages in the mail for their birthday, each containing an item with seemingly magical qualities. Kade still couldn’t get the image out of his head, his bits detached from his body laying on the floor, covered partially by the pair of boxers that had stolen it from him.

The strangest part was how he could still feel it. They were still a part of him. Kade shuddered as he felt the grip of a now familiar hand. It had to have been Rhyme. The rabbit hadn’t seen his bits since that night. When he woke up the next morning they were gone, stolen. Rhyme denied involvement, but there was no doubt in Kade’s mind that he had them.

The hand grasped tighter around his member, he felt himself growing hard and instinctively shifted his oversized shirt in an attempt to hide the boner that didn’t exist. Of all the times for him to be playing with the toy, now was probably the worst.

“I brought these just in case.” Patrick held out a box, opening the lid only just enough to let Kade see a few bondage items. Kade knew all about what they did and immediately took a step back. As Patrick closed the box, he involuntarily let out a small moan.

“Playing with you too?” Kade frowned his knees buckling slightly as the hand rubbed against just the right spot. The husky nodded and lowered his eyes to the ground. This was just one more reason they needed to go through with this.

“He hasn’t answered any of my texts. I’ll try calling him.” Patrick nervously fiddled with his phone. It took four rings before it went directly to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Chance, sorry I’m unable to take you’re call right now. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” The voice was muffled in the paw of the husky. Chance was a mutual acquaintance, but more importantly a good friend of Rhyme’s.

“Look!” Kade pointed up the walk, where a small brown package sat between a glass door and the main entrance. Kade ran up to the front door and knocked, maybe it wasn’t too late to warn him. Patrick picked up the package.

“Be careful with that, there’s no telling what’s inside.” Kade knocked a little harder and the door pushed open. “Chance?” He called inside but received no reply. “Huh, maybe he isn’t home yet.”

Rhyme seemed to be getting more persistent and it was getting difficult to focus. Kade reached out to grab hold of the frame to keep himself steady. He tried to call out for Chance once more, but a tight squeeze of his balls turned it into nothing more than a squeak. His whiskers twitched, he knew from previous experience that this wasn’t going to end until after he came.

The sound of cardboard tearing pulled Kade’s concentration, distracting him from the remote hand-job just as he was about to go over the edge. The rabbit’s eyes widened and he turned to see Patrick peering into the torn open package.

“What are you doing!?”

“Relax, it’s not the right one.” Patrick pulled out a small book and a piece of paper showing the shipment came from Amazon. The husky dropped it and closed his eyes, placing one paw on the front of his pants. Kade felt the hand slow down on his own. The two of them were being edged. Rhyme was teasing them by getting them as close as possible and then slowing down just so they wouldn’t release. While he had his opportunity, Kade called into the house once more.

“We have to go in, he could be trapped like I was.” Patrick walked inside with little hesitation and Kade followed. The hand returned to concentrating on him. The more he was being played with, the more sensitive it seemed to get. His body was entering a state where all of his senses were heightening. The hand pumped harder and Kade stumbled, falling onto all fours just beside a couch in the front room.

“Go, I’ll catch up.” He didn’t want Patrick to see him like this, being used and so close to release. His body had taken over for his mind, growing feral. He thrust his hips forward, grinding into the side of the couch as Patrick rounded a corner out of sight. He clenched his body tight, he could feel it coming. Just one more squeeze and… nothing. Rhyme stopped pumping him, the feeling of complete lust lingered on but any opportunity of release dwindled. He couldn’t get himself there if he couldn’t touch himself. Kade pressed a paw into his empty crotch, but it was no use. 

He pulled himself together and stood up carefully. He knew that he was still hard as a rock and that even a single touch would probably bring him right back to the edge. Without knowing when it might happen, he would have to be on high alert.

He made his way through the house, heading in the direction he had last seen Patrick heading. It wasn’t long before he heard the panting and growling coming from a room down the hall. When he reached the bedroom, he found Pat writhing on the floor. A small bed in the corner of the room had upturned sheets. Kade’s eyes landed immediately on the open box in the middle.

“We’re too late.” Patrick huffed. The husky let out a small howl and suddenly went limp. Kade rushed over, relieved to see that Patrick was still breathing. Rhyme’s hand casually brushed against his member, no longer needing to work on the husky. Kade stiffened up, this was pure torture. His mind drifted into the clouds, getting lost in pure ecstasy. There was no stopping it this time. He arched his back, letting the waves of pleasure build and crest. He felt the warmth of his bunny seed flowing through his shaft and out through the tip but the mess was elsewhere. He pushed as much of his seed out the remote appendage as he could, hoping that he had made quite the mess.

The rabbit tried to pull himself together, not wanting to think that Patrick had just seen him at his most vulnerable. His whiskers were still twitching on their own. The room was almost completely silent, all except for a very faint whisper. Kade lifted an ear as he turned his attention toward the bed. He hadn’t realized before how strange it was that the package was here, but Chance was nowhere to be found. He hesitantly made his way over to the bed, careful not to touch anything.

Something appeared to be shifting underneath the fabric. Kade’s first thought was that it might have been Chance’s disembodied dick, wondering if he had been sent the underwear as well. But that wouldn’t have explained the noises he was hearing, or why it appeared to be moving. Kade watched as a tiny fox pulled himself up out of the folds.

“Chance?” The fox was at most six inches in length, he looked up at the towering rabbit and fell back into the sheet, screaming in fright. Kade reached out and carefully picked up the miniaturized fox. He held the little guy in the palm of his hand. Chance was flat on his butt, giving Kade a clear view that he was lacking the same part they were. It took a while to calm him down and explain as well as they could what happened. Chance filled them in on how he arrived at his current state, how he had found the package after coming home early and how he started shrinking.

“It… it wasn’t shrinking with me. I don’t know how… it just fell off.” He stammered. He placed his hands over where his private part should have been, still embarrassed even though there was nothing to see.

“If it fell off while you were shrinking, it should still be here.” Patrick spoke up. He began running his paws through the bed sheets, searching for the appendage. Kade couldn’t imagine what they would do if they did find it. He would likely be just as big as the thing, if it hadn’t shrunk with him.

“Did you find it? I… feel something touching me.” Chance pulled himself to the edge of Kade’s hand to get a better look at what was going on.

“I’ve got something.” Patrick pulled his hand out from under the sheets, but it wasn’t a cock he was holding. In his hand was a small rubber dildo. Chance gasped.

“Nice, is that yours?” Kade asked, winking at the tiny fox.

“Yeah… that was the present from Rhyme.”

Chance shuddered and grabbed his crotch, a soft moan escaping his lips. Patrick and Kade exchanged a worried glance. The husky had always been taller than Kade, but now as they stared directly into each other’s eyes, they knew that things were going to get a lot more difficult.