Fenneko's Routine
It can be tough to find ways to spice up the rut of a weekly routine, but thankfully Fenneko has some very fun ideas about how to do so. :3
This vignette was written for Silvergatomon as part of my Patreon request days for November 2019. It contains F/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult. :3
Fenneko's Routine
Life could be frustrating. Life could be kinda shitty sometimes, and life could most definitely be rather dull. Sometimes you couldn't have the kind of job that was a passion, or even the kind of job that gave you enough money to let you fulfil your passions outside of work.
Sometimes, there were weeks, even months where everything just slipped into the same cycle. Work, go home, eat, internet, sleep. Work, go home, eat, internet, sleep. Work, go home, eat, internet sleep. Work... and so on, to the ends of the universe and back.
For Fenneko though, she did her absolute best not to be driven crazy by the world. To stay connected to her friends, to stay passionate about the things she enjoyed doing however rarely she had that chance, and within that same daily routine, to find moments that she could guarantee would stand out no matter how humdrum the rest of the day might have been, and how interchangeable things she did on that day might have seemed with the actions of any other day.
On Monday, the fennec lay in bed in her panties and nothing else, her chest honestly not big enough to require a bra for support when she was home alone with no intention of receiving visitors. She held her phone in one hand, resting its base upon her collarbone as she peered into its glowing screen in the otherwise darkened room, and drifted from social media to social media. She listened to some music Haida had recommended at work. Kinda mainstream, but not bad. She liked a string of obviously angrily sent tweets from Retsuko's vent account, and tapped in a playful message promising that she would disembowel the person responsible for frustrating the red panda the following morning. Then, as she went to type in the address of another website she wanted to check before falling asleep, the fennec's face flushed slightly as the browser's autofill suggested her a different website than the one she'd intended. A website she hadn't visited for a while, but one that she couldn't resist clicking on even a second after the idea had slipped into her mind.
Her ears flushed pink, and Fenneko's tongue slipped forth to moisten her lips as she browsed the site's front page, highlighting the best erotic doujinshi of the past week. As she glanced through the various keywords attached to each comic, her free hand fell between her legs. It slipped into her panties, and then...
"Oh... yes..."
On Monday, the routine became work, go home, eat, internet, masturbate, sleep.
It might have been a relatively normal day, but for Fenneko... it was a damn good one.
*******
On Tuesday, Fenneko found herself thinking about the prior day. Her cheeks and ears glowed as she considered how dumb it was that a particularly good masturbation session, and three intense orgasms could be the highlight of an entire day. She leaned back against her kitchen wall as she watched a solitary plastic tray of curry and rice rotate within her microwave, and chuckled dryly to herself. Was she really so simple a creature that some pleasure, some unplanned and thus somehow more special masturbation could bring her the satisfaction that her job and her currently rather empty social life couldn't?
It might have been dumb, in fact the fennec was absolutely certain that it was, but... she also couldn't deny that as she stood there watching her frozen meal cook and the timer tick down, her pussy was tingling just from thinking about what she'd done the prior day. She was getting horny off her own memories of masturbation, and before Fenneko knew it, her clothes were falling to the floor around her, and her toes were curling against the linoleum as she placed a trembling finger upon her clit, and decided that there was no point just standing here doing nothing waiting for four minutes and twenty three seconds for her dinner to be ready.
She had four minutes and twenty three seconds, so... why not make the most of them?
On Tuesday, the routine became work, go home, masturbate, eat, internet, sleep.
It might have been a relatively normal day, but for Fenneko... it was a damn good one.
*******
On Wednesday, Fenneko couldn't stop thinking about last night. About how she'd screamed as the microwave dinged, and rained juices down upon the kitchen floor even as she stumbled over, crimson cheeked and panting, to pluck her meal from the microwave. She'd eaten naked, her thighs still damp, her left hand unwashed and rich with the scent of pussy juice each time she raised her fork to her muzzle. It had been so lewd and so utterly out of nowhere for her to act that way, but... god, it had been so good. So good in fact that by mid-morning, Fenneko had no choice but to skip her coffee-break chat with Retsuko, leaving her and Haida bashfully murmuring to one another with no third party to ease their romantic tensions, to visit the restrooms.
She knew she had to be quiet, had to be silent, but somehow Fenneko's pussy was like a magnet for her fingers. She couldn't just rub her clit, not today. She needed something inside of her, and two fingers filled that void as best they could as she perched over the squat lavatory, glad of the waterfall sounds which ran through the bathroom to act as a modesty shield for anyone making use of it as they muffled the splashing of her fingers urgently driving in and out, occasionally striking her g-spot and making the fennec feel like she was going to topple over.
In less than ten minutes, Fenneko was on the brink of orgasm, but just before she could push herself over the edge, she heard a voice over the ambient sounds echoing through the restroom. A high pitched voice humming to herself; that of Tsunoda. She watched the shadow of the deer's hooves pass by her cubicle under its door, and move down the line thankfully to the furthest one from her. Quite why she thought that in any way was enough distance, Fenneko had no idea as it obviously wasn't. But, that didn't stop her body from reacting as it sought to achieve the orgasm it craved. Her fingers plunged into her one last time, their very tips wiggling and grinding at Fenneko's g-spot, and as the fennec slapped her free paw over her muzzle to muffle the grunt of ecstasy that escaped her, she heard her potent orgasmic juices splashing out around her trembling hand and down into the bowl of the squat toilet below, while the waterfall rushed, and Tsunodo hummed merrily as she peed.
On Wednesday, the routine became work, masturbate, go home, eat, internet, sleep.
It might have been a relatively normal day, but for Fenneko... it was a damn good one.
*******
On Thursday, Fenneko was almost late for work.
She woke up early, and by the time her alarm went off, she was too busy thrashing and shrieking as she attacked her clit with a powerful massage wand to care about the incessant beeping. In the shower, she came a second time, then a third using her largest dildo on herself, suction-cupping it to the wall of the shower and simply forcing herself back onto it over and over again until she could almost imagine that there was some big, strong lady with a strap-on attached to the other end, holding her by the shoulders and dragging her back down to the hilt until she couldn't take it any more.
Even when she made it out of the shower, freshly washed and dried with a good fifteen minutes until she had to be dressed and out the door, Fenneko groaned as she caught sight of herself half dressed in the mirror, her shirt on over her bra and undershirt, but her lower body still naked. For the briefest moment she imagined herself strolling into work casual as anything, only for people to gasp and stare and moan as they realised what she had failed to notice, that she hadn't put a skirt or panties on that day. Less than a minute after that she was perched on the edge of her bed, giggling, whimpering, and spreading her legs obscenely wide to watch herself in the mirror affixed to the door of the wardrobe, fingering herself urgently and imagining that all her colleagues were watching as she lost control right there in the middle of the office.
By the time she was done, she could only race back into the bathroom and wipe her sticky loins and glistening fingers over with a washcloth before having to dress in a flash, and rush out of the door in time to catch her train.
On Thursday, the routine became masturbate, work, go home, eat, internet, sleep.
It might have been a relatively normal day, but for Fenneko... it was a damn good one.
*******
On Friday, Fenneko and Retsuko found themselves out for dinner and drinks with a group of others from the office. The evening was fun even if neither of them were able to splash out on the most expensive meal or that many drinks, but there came a time when the group had fractured somewhat, and it was just the two of them sipping at a cocktail apiece in a small, tucked-away little booth near the back.
"You've been so chilled out this week. So content, even for you..."
Retsuko murmured with a wistful sigh as she regarded the fennec.
"How do you not let the routine grind you down? How do you keep things fresh when you're doing the same thing, day in, day out?"
Fenneko took a long, long sip from her drink, cheeks glowing crimson beneath her sandy golden fur, and giggled in a bashful version of her usual monotone laughter as she leaned in close to her friend.
"Wanna know my secret?"
She murmured, licking her lips playfully.
Not getting the context at all, Retsuko leaned in too and nodded sincerely.
"Yes. Tell me, please."
The fennec giggled, glanced towards the bar's restrooms nearby, then reached out and took Retsuko by the hand.
"It'd be easier to show you."
Retsuko blinked, but shrugged, smiled, and nodded warmly.
Fenneko grinned, and as they both gulped down the last of their cocktails, she slipped away from the booth, and off towards the restrooms, with Retsuko following along curiously hand in hand behind her.
On Friday, Retsuko's daily routine was work, dinner, drinks, gay sex with your best friend, go home, more gay sex, more gay sex, sleep.
It might not have been anything remotely close to a normal day, but for Retsuko, and indeed for Fenneko too... it was a really, really damn good one.
By Jeeves
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