You stand bleary-eyed in the pale morning light as you cast your eyes over the truly incredible mess occupying your living room. Energy drink cans, potato chip bags and disheveled college-rule notebooks are strewn all over the coffee table. The previous occupant of the couch left orange hairs all over it, evidently starting to shed their winter coat for spring. Of course, you're gonna be the one to clean all of this up.

You're ${Name}, a ${Gender} ${Species} living in an apartment with your best friend and roommate, Midi. Midi is a foxtaur, his upper body lithe and anthropomorphic with subtle fox-like features while his lower half consists of a more feral, four-legged fox body about the size of a small pony. So far, you've abided by his laziness, but it's finally time to confront him about this mess and get him to pull his weight around here.

You stop in front of his door, taking a deep breath. You hear him moving around and the squeak of his bed, so you know he must be awake. Mustering the volition, you pull open the door to Midi's bedroom.

"Hey, Mid, we need to t-," you begin in a serious, level tone before stopping short as you take in the scene in front of you. Midi is sitting atop his bed, large and sturdy enough for a taur like him, hooded eyes widening in shock as your gaze drifts downward. His torso-long canine shaft is balls deep in a huge silicone sleeve, which has been stuffed into the hole of a bodypillow. From your position behind him, you're able to see the full expanse of his backside, his big, bushy tail flicking from side to side and foxhole flexing nervously as your gaze travels over him. Strewn across his bed are several other sleeves of varying sizes, a vibrating wand and a long string of anal beads. The smell of taur-sweat instantly hits you as you inhale, causing you to flush despite your composure mere moments ago. This kicks you back into gear as you try to reconcile with the situation.

"U-uh," you begin, suddenly not sure what to say.