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Introducing Dewy! "Sorry, Dew, I've really got to do this paper." Came the voice of a friend of mine through the ear piece of my cell phone. "Ha ha, it's cool," I said with the phone pinned between my ear and shoulder. He apologized again. I had unlocked and opened the door to my small apartment as I had reassured him, once again, that I was fine with it, because I was. I'm not easily offended, and I am a cup-half-full kinda guy. My last class was canceled so I've got a good chunk of tangible day left. Sure I'm gonna spend this day alone, but it's not horrid to have a day to your self every once in a while. For instance, I have all this time just for me, I could grill up some chicken to go with the college student staple, Raman. If I had things to do, or people to be entertaining, I would probably just scarf down the noodles luke warm, but my friend has so graciously lent me a me-day.

As I stroll into my apartment living room I remember one of the glass-half-fulliest part of being alone, I had no need to be constricted by the social constraints that one should wear pants. I casually undo my belt and step out of my dark slim jeans one step at a time. I toss them to the couch, leaving me in a yellow and white striped collared shirt and a pair of signature whitey tighties. Yea yea, only small children and old men who don't know any better should wear them, but they make me feel... I don't know secure. Anyhoo, after dropping trou and readjusting my package, I realized that my apartment may very well be left open for prying eyes. I turn to the window relieved to see that it was shut. I then proceed to hug the walls around my apartment, checking windows from around corners, leading with my head and trailing with my brief clad rear just in case any of them were open. And sure enough, my bedroom window was bearing all the wonders of the outside world...gross.

I probably should have just casually walked up and closed the blinds, because nobody would make a big deal about seeing a nineteen year old walking in his own home in a pair of briefs, but shuffling around the perimeter of my room was much more fun. As I reach the window bearing wall I see someone just enter line of sight from the window. 'ABANDON SHIP!' I think as I hit the deck. I then promptly realize that that made absolutely no sense. I sigh, stand up next to the window, and close the blind in a melancholy manor. I'm hungry- oh right, Ramen! I leave my room and walk down the small hallway that leads to the kitchen. If you wanna call it that, it's more of a cubby really. It's got just enough room for an oven, a fridge, a sink, about one Sim's block of counter space, and a dining table for two.

I finish cooking my gourmet chicken and Ramen, and am ready to eat. So of course I'm gonna completely ignore my dining table (owning it is more of a formality really) and head for the living room couch. I could watch the T.V. that sat parallel to the couch, but I had ditched T.V. when I had learned the wonders of the internet. I felt like I have literally everything at my fingertips. I lay my ramen down on the coffee table and stroll my way down to my room to grab my laptop, scratching my ass in tandem with my steps. I bring the holy piece of machinery out and lay it on the coffee table. Now I just have to choose what to watch while I eat.

I could try to pick up season six of Digimon again, but watching it makes me hurt on the inside, so I opt for League of Legend game play. I take my shirt off and toss it to meet up with my previously abandoned pants on the other side of the couch. I pick a video, lie back onto an armrest of the couch, rest my delectable meal on my chest and just shovel Ramen in. Fuck manners, this is my day. I wrap up my scrumptious one course meal, and leave the bowl on the floor. I finish out the League video, an AD carry Tristana was carrying her team quite nicely, you don't see that every day. Eh, sorry for those who don't play League out there, uh a small blue women who shoots guns well. There! All bases covered.

Now I'm Once again faced with the question of what I am going to do. I could watch more League videos, or I could play League myself. Then again, that's probably not a good idea. Even though I'm an optimistic person, that all instantly goes out the window when I get unjustly raged at on League of fucking Legends. "AAAAAH," these hypothetical situations are pissing me off and I'm not even playing. I could just kick their asses with a foot paw straight up in the air, I vent my frustration. I chillax and just look at how the creamy brown fur of my foot nicely contrasts the beige ceiling. I rest my paws on my stomach and wiggle my toes. I've always had decent mobility with my toes, I can easily take them any direction other than apart. I reach up and grab my knee to keep my leg steady, I don't know why, but I have always held pride in how my knees look of all things. It could be because they have caused me so much shit while running cross country. Yet, my knees still look strong, because they are. I probe around my knee cap with my thumbs a little bit, just squeezing here and there, until I realize that I am staring... at my knee. Yea, I was in some definite need of some real me time. I swing my legs off the couch and take a look at the computer. I could look up porn or parade myself around the internet, but porn was unnecessary because I wanted to take my time and I also didn't want to share myself now that it was a self-proclaimed me day. This day is going to be spent in my bed room.

My bedroom consisted of a twin bed, a dresser, a closet, and a stand up mirror. It was messy by picky parent standards, but not too bad. I like my room looking as if I had just properly cleaned, about two days ago. That being said, there was about two days worth of cloths lying about. One entire outfit had been pooled on the floor right next the bed. If I didn't know better I would have assumed I exploded out of the other outfit. There was a shirt lying on a night stand, pants thrown in a corner, and, lastly, a pair of whitey tighties hanging from the head board of my bed. I had to chuckle at that one. I walked up to take a look at the brief clad hyena staring back at me through the mirror.

I gazed into my green eyes behind a pair of rectangular, grey glasses. Those eyes have seen nineteen years of my life, but have just recently started seeing the bright side of it. Just above my left eye, planted on my brow, are two of my many piercings, two simple metallic studs. I feel around my right ear, which is just riddled with piercings. I have an industrial barbell that travels horizontal length of my ear, along with three studs that travel the length of my ear. In my left ear I have two small hoops grouped side by side, two more studs running down my ear, and a large tear. I had gotten the tear a few years back. While running in the woods a hoop of mine got caught on a branch, I then proceeded to trip over a root in a huge cluster fuck that had been torn out my earring. I chuckle at the absurdity as I run a furry finger through the tear, it had healed completely. In between my ears I could see my small naturally occurring fohawk of brown fur. Looking at the mirror, down the brim of my nose, I got a good look at my humble nose ring on my right nostril, my first exotic piercing.

As far as my body is concerned, I am a slim guy. I'm draped in a coat of brown with spots of black, however, a large portion of my stomach and chest is a fusion of white and brown fur that wraps around my torso. I run my paw across my chest to caress a soft nipple, I use to two fingers to spread my fur and reveal it to the mirror. I have really small nipples, maybe an inch in diameter. I gently squeeze my nips between two knuckles and begin running my free paw up and down my tummy. As previously stated, I am quite the slim fellow. If I was an ignorant fourteen year old I might say that I have a six pack, but that would be a wrong. I have adecent outline of one, maybe it could pass as a four pack. In the center of my four pack is my navel, kinda like with my knees, I have an uncanny fascination for my belly button. I dig around the barbell that pierces my bellybutton, smiling as I give it the gentlest of twists. My belly button also homes the end of a thin, course trail of dark brown pubic fur that runs up my lower abdomen from below. I give my happy trail a rising scratch and move my paw to my hip. I give my now stout nipple one final tug as I bring that paw to my hips. I giggle to myself. Within those outdated undergarments lay all my special bits. I turn around so my rump faced the mirror, and look over my shoulder to take a good look. I had a decent ass, kinda small, but there isn't much that I can do about that. I cup my cheeks and bend over a little, laughing as I give them a bounce or two. I take a good look at my tail which is now raised. My tail is reasonably short, about the length of my forearm, and it's got brown spots. When raised like so, It makes my slender ass look quite scrumptious, if I do say so myself. I spin back around to take a good look at my hidden package. I can see how the briefs cradle my balls nicely and my sheath makes a nice bulge in the front.

I use both hands to scratch my happy trail once again before thumbing the elastic of my undergarments. I tent out the briefs from my tummy, without taking my eyes of the mirror. I laughed at the fact that I was strip teasing myself, then pulled the waist band under my furry orbs. There is not much to say about that pair, their fuzzy, and testicles. So that leaves my sheath. It's framed by a small patch of well-maintained pubic fur that is the source of my tummy trail. The sheath covers my head quite well when I'm not raring to go, and it has a large dark brown spot on it that makes it seem mostly that color. I pop a finger in my muzzle, and wrap my tongue around the tip to get it nice and moist. I bring said finger down the opening of my sheath and circled it, like I was playing a song on a wine glass, leaving the rim glistening and moist. I enter a little to poke around the head of my cock, making sure to maintain strength in my knees. I slowly coax it out until I have a full-fledged erection. It stands just short of six inches. Sure, it's nothing to write home about, but I wouldn't write home to my mother about my willy anyhow. I shake my hips a little and giggle as I watch the gleaming member rock back and forth with its pinkish hue. I pull down my briefs to my thighs, twirl around and return to my bum looking station (yes I am a bum looker). I take my paws and separate my cheeks to get a good look at my pinkish pucker. I brought a finger from each paw and stretched my asshole tight, feeling my walls separate just a little. It was a quaint little back door. I let it loose and twirl back around to meet the reflection of a five foot seven hyena named Dewy. I did a hop, brought my legs straight together, and brought my hand to my forehead to salute my reflection. My dick bounced and my briefs fell to my feet. I like my body and I am definitely going to make good use of this day.

First, I need to make some small preparations; I strolled to my bathroom, which is filled with nothing but necessities, with my willy bouncing all the way. I lie my glasses down on counter, along with my softening cock, and grab the mouth wash. I fill the shot glass and a half sized lid of the mouthwash and take a swig of the hygienic product. It always made more sense to me to use mouthwash first anyhow. Once I spit I refill the lid to the rim, grab a towel off the the towel rack, and head back to my bedroom.

I lay the towel perpendicular to the bed. I hop up and make sure that my lower end is on the toweled part of the bed. Using the paw that was not carrying the mouth wash I knead my waning member back to attention. It doesn't take much, it knows what we're going to do. Now that I have returned to attention it's time to get things started. I roll the head of my cock back and forth between my fingers and thumb. Using small stoking motions I pawed until I get the tiniest bit of pre worked up. I spread it around with three fingers with a motion comparable to opening a water bottle. It was time; I grab my cock with two fingers at the base and hold it straight up. Then I slowly bring the lid of the mouthwash toward my twitching pecker. I slowly and carefully pour about a fourth of it's contents onto my throbbing cock, making sure I get it spread around nicely and the excess runs down my sheath. I put the mouthwash on my bed side table and lie back on my elbows and wait. First comes the burn, like lemon juice on an open wound shooting upward through your entire body, then comes the tingling cool. The tingling that confuses your nervous system, asking you to question if what your feeling pleasure or pain. Sitting up, I breathe warm breaths onto my cooling member. The muggy hotness of my breath is a nice contrast.

I grab the mouthwash again and pour another forth of it onto my fuzzy orbs. I watch as it sinks through my matted fur and down the center crease, some to be carried under while some spills on to the towel. I lie back once again and begin to softly stoke my cock. I tighten my grip as the burn sets in, it makes no sense to me but for one reason or another the burn is always more intense on the balls. I start to massage my nipple with my free paw and pick up the pace of my pawing. I let out a groan as the sensational cooling sets in on my baby makers. Faster and faster I stroke, cooler and cooler it gets. It all feels incredible, my perky nipple being clipped by oscillating fingers, the stroking of my hand as it perpetually bumps my glands, and the refreshing feeling of the dental hygiene fluid chilling my genitals. It is all too much. I could probably hold off but I have no need to, this is my day and I have plenty of time left. I let out a long, drawn-out sigh as I release strand after strand of my seed, shooting onto my stomach, the first of which that landed reached the lower end of my chest.

I take deep breaths and chuckle as my sensory overload dies down. I find myself looking back to the pair of briefs dangling from the headboard of my bed, for one reason or another I find this hysterical. I just laugh and laugh and laugh. Ah, I don't do drugs I promise. Unless it's the alcohol from the mouth wash being soaked through my body. Doubt it though; typically I don't feel alcohol until it is too late. I just find humor in strange things.

I finish throwing my absolute fit, and roll over to see the cap of the mouthwash. It was still half full. I felt a smile creep across my face, well there is no reason to let that all go to waste. With my spill towel stationed closer to the night stand I used my arms to steady myself as I sent my rear end skyward, I giggle as my limp pecker comes in contact with the cold steel of my tummy ring. Once my tail hole was positioned so it could catch the rain, I reached out and grabbed the mouth wash. The moment I had it lined up to go down the drain, I pour the content down my pucker. I could feel it bouncing around my ridges before settling somewhere deep in my colon. When the burn began I lower my tush until I'm comfortable holding myself up with my legs. With a finger hovering around my tail hole I try to build up courage. I press my finger against my tail hole, but I pull away and sigh. I am not going to do it, I need some one to comfort me, and ease me through that. I don't think I could ever do it myself. But that's Ok I still have the glorious dental hygiene liquid sloshing around in me. It gives the feeling of walking out of a sauna into a cool room, but internally rather than externally. Staring at the ceiling with my insides in the epitome of bliss I realize, I'm content. I think I'll Just spend the rest of the day here. A waste of "my" day? Maybe. I don't care it's "my day" this is Dewey's day.