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The morning sun creeps into George's bare bedroom, through the slats in his blinds. The light slowly moves up his chilly adolescent body. The light warming his body from the cold night, he smiles as he sleeps, feeling this warmth in his slumber. As the sun rested over his eyes, he gently awoke. Yawning, he stretched out and faced his clock. The red glow of the clock told him that it was eight seventeen in the morning. George let out a broad smile. After a hectic year of challenging coursework and running around, he was glad it was now the holidays.

George threw back his covers to feel the warmth of the morning sun. Doing so he revealed his body to the sun. Wearing only his boxers it had been a chilly night, but now heat invaded his body, assuring him that there would be fair weather on this fine day. His head lay to the right, to rest on his pillow, while the rest of his body lay face up. His body was completely blue, apart from an entire creamy-white patch around his stomach and chest which lead right down to the underside of his small tail behind him. His fur was not too long, about an three quarters of an inch long, just so that he could run his sensitive paws through it, just the way he liked it.

He lay in his white bed with his right paw resting over his covers, which were push over to the side, and his left over his underwear. George chuckled as his thought about his plans for this summer. Some of them seemed impossible, some seemed too easy, but his favourite was the one about getting a summer romance. "Who? Who would want to be with me?" he thought. But his thoughts were cut short when he fell into a light sleep. George needed all the sleep he could get, it's going to be a long summer for him.

His room was clean and tidy, not a dirty sock on the floor, not a speck of dust on any surface. Painted the same azure blue as his fur, with a white glossy border. His room is very spacious, plenty of space for things, yet so little was put in here. George didn't need all this space, but his parents insisted that he have this room because they didn't like the idea of their own room being so empty. George didn't mind though, he preferred it this way. He preferred a non-cluttered lifestyle and all this space made it seem cleaner than if everything was cramped together.

Against the longest wall was his pine work desk. It supports his computer; mainly for his studying, but sometimes for procrastination and other uses. A wireless keyboard and mouse to reduce tangling, George's bane of existence. To the side of his monitor a pen holder and on the other two trays labelled, "To do" and, "Done" a very organised desk was a part of George's life. Opposite the desk was George's bed. Simple white covers and pillow case. When it got cold in the winter he would bring out a thick furry blanket to keep him warm during the subzero nights. In the corner of his room was a bookshelf.

George loved to read, you could say he was an intellectual, he read most books. From the Adventures of Dogman, to Wonders of the Universe by Professor Brain Fox. Although he could read ten books at the same time he never read more than one, he always loved the story line in fiction and the wonders of a non-fictional book. In the very corner of his room was a dresser, stood proudly next to the window. The window looked out over the town below and onto the sea. The sun always rose up from the horizon over the sea, making it a magnificent view on a morning. On his dresser there was a mirror, a watch, some headphones, his phone charger and a little dish with loose change in it. It had three rows of drawers, two draws on the top row and one on the bottom two. The top two were for socks, underwear and miscellaneous items, the middle draw for tops and the bottom draw for trousers.

The light in the room intensified which brought George back out of his heavenly dreams of his summer and his romantic adventures. He knew that he needed to get out of bed now, he had already had an extra hour in bed and George didn't want to make a mess of his body clock for waking up. As he rose he stretched up and out, bringing his body to life. The odd click of bones was to be heard, but nothing out of the ordinary. George left his room and walked along the long, wide hallway, past his parents room. He stuck his head into the room, they had already left. George wasn't troubled by this, in fact he was quite glad they were gone. It meant that George would have some privacy and the freedom to do what ever he wanted. It was a regular occurrence with his parents during the summer holidays. They would pick a destination location, that had the same standards as Handlo and go, for the whole summer holidays. This wasn't a problem for them as they were both well paid, influential individuals. He removed his head from their room and continued down the hallway.

He entered the bathroom, everything was white. Glistening and clean. George sleepily removed his boxers, bending down to do so. He let out a soft moan as the elastic rolled over his sheath and down his balls. Before stepping into the shower, he removed a small plug from his anus. The plug was a simple, dog-shaped plug. Once again George let out a moan, this time slightly louder. He had always been bisexual like this, but he had never considered a relationship with a guy. He smiled as the tip of his penis poked out of the sheath. "Good morning you!" George whispered. "Have you come out to play?" He left the bathroom and headed back to his room. He crawled under his bed to a patch of carpet that look cut in the shape of a squared off 'U'. He lifted up the bottom end, along with a loose floorboard, uncovering a small shoebox. He took the shoe box and placed it onto his bed, he then proceeded to replace the floor board and the carpet as he wouldn't need to hide it for the summer, what with his parents being away he had nothing to fear. George removed the top of the box and placed it down. Inside the box, wrapped in tissue, were his favourite toys.

The two items in question were indispensable to George, he couldn't live without them. Normally he would only get a chance to use them once a week, if that, but now he will be able to use them whenever he wants. The first item was a neutral red dildo, a perfect model of a dog's fully knotted penis, with a tube that led to a syringe for squirting purposes. It's length was a full six inches including an extra inch for the knot. George took this out of the box along with his other toy, a fox muzzle fleshlight. Both of these were ordered from the west, but they are very high quality. George fetched a towel and laid it on his bed. He then took his bottle of edible synthetic semen from the box and carefully filled the syringe with it, wasting not a single drop. To ensure that there were no blockages, he gently depressed the syringe a few millimetres and a drop of the cum came out of the dildo. He licked it off and placed it in the middle of the towel.

George got onto the bed on his knees and bent down to his toy. He began sensually licking the tip of the erect penis, sucking out a little cum every now and then. His own penis was now fully erect, awaiting sexual pleasure. At that point he thrust his head down and deep throated the cock, squeezing the syringe down a few centimetres. He brought he head back up and coughed a little but then returned for a good sucking. By now his saliva mixed with the semen covered the plastic manhood and he decided that it was now time to take it on fully. He reached down to his own throbbing penis and took some of the precum off it and rubbed it onto the dildo. George now grabbed his fox muzzle and poured a little amount of the cum lube into it and moved it around with his tongue, simulating a passionate kiss. Collecting some of the lube in his mouth while doing so.

George rolled onto his back and sat up. He positioned himself above the lubricated dildo and slowly lowered himself onto the tip. George let out a gasp. He lowered him self about halfway to the knot then began rising again, getting closer to the knot each time he did this. His moans growing louder each time. The suddenly he thrust down taking the full knot. George moaned loudly and gasped for air, he desperately squeezed the syringe down, a full 500ml of cum now entered his anus, sealed in by the knot. This feeling got him close to climax. He grabbed his fox muzzle and fapped quickly. He exploded down the imaginary throat of the fox and moaned loudly as he did so. George screamed, "Yes!" He laid there, drenched in his own and synthetic semen. George fell asleep again.

George awoke an hour and a half later, finding himself covered in semen. He smiled as he relived the moment. Then he realised that the knot was still in, sealing in that 500ml of semen, he smiled, the cream pie was his favourite bit. He slowly rose up off of the bed, and off of the throbbing cock. At first nothing, but after a few seconds, he felt it coming. As it came out it made a gushing sound, all pouring out of him in great quantities. He fingered his anus for a while and fapped with his hand. He came once again, so powerful it went into his mouth and around his face. George stood up, still dripping artificial semen from his butt and went to take a shower.

Upon returning he found the puddle of delicious cum, before getting dressed, he lapped it all up as if it were milk in a bowl and with the last little bit he rubbed it on his ass and inserted his bigger plug. George put on a pair of tight underwear to hold in the plug and some loose shorts along with a baggy blue t-shirt. He headed downstairs to get some breakfast when the doorbell rang. George went to the door and opened it. There was no need for chains or a peep hole because everybody was honest, but a door lock was a standard, just in case. "Do you have a moment to talk about..." A priest from the other side of the island, part of the Bear Church, stood there looking horrified. He turned and walked swiftly away.

"Huh." George said to himself. He returned inside and went back to the kitchen, he passed the hallway table, mainly for keys and had a mirror. George stopped. He turned around and returned to the mirror. He burst out laughing. There was the synthetic semen all around his mouth, looking very sticky whilst slowly dripping down his shirt. "What a morning." he said to himself, "What a morning!" he walked down the hallway to get his Rice Crunchies.