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*Cub Services *

Chapter 1

Liz clipped a fresh check list to her clip board and climbed out of her Cub Services vehicle, closing the door behind her. She was mindful of her long bushy red tail as the female fox walked up the pothole ridden driveway, looking warily at the un kept grass in front of the faded white trailer she was visiting.

It was time for her weekly house call to the Williams home. As she approached the trailer the pungent smell of marijuana got stronger and stronger. She sighed to herself as she walked carefully up the rickety staircase and past a haphazardly strewn pile of trash bags.

The plastic green carpet that covered the small patio scuffed against her low heals as she stopped In front of a screen door that was missing most of its screen. She checked her watch and looked down at herself. Examining the loose fitting white turtle neck sweater and crisply ironed black Dockers brand pants for any signs of dirt.

This was not going to end well. For weeks now she'd been visiting Mrs. Williams, and for weeks she'd had concerns that the little cub Mikey was not in a drug free environment. The smell that surrounded the trailer made it clear that her suspicions had not been unfounded. Irritation and frustration smoldered in Liz's chest.

She pulled a pen from her pocket and while holding the clipboard in the crook of her arm, knocked sharply on the door, not bothering to open the ridiculous screen door. Her pointed furry ears twitched in her long red hair as she tried to listen for any signs of movement in the home.

She waited, hearing nothing as irritation bubbled through her chest.

"If you care about your cub as much as you claim, you'd think an appointment with cub services would be rather high on your priority list." She spoke softly to herself in a light soprano voice.

She straightened her back, stretching slightly to take advantage of every bit of her short lithe frame. At 5'6" she was hardly intimidating, and useless at forced entry. She was dangerously close to calling the police to break the door down.

As she lifted her paw to knock again the door cracked open, releasing a cloud of the foul smelling drug in her face. She scrunched up her nose and turned her head but it was too late. The smell burned her nose and she quickly covered her mouth as a dainty little cough escaped her lips.

She looked in the crack to see a single yellow eye peeking out at her. Before she could say anything the eye disappeared and the door swung open. She heard a clicking scuffle as the scamper of little paws scratched against the linoleum floor as the cub Mikey yelled, "Mom, company!"

She opened the screen door, wondering why as she did so and stepped into the trailer. Pulling a hanky from her pocket, she used it to cover her muzzle. The trailer consisted of a small main sitting room with a kitchenette against the far wall and a single door to her left.

The trailer was filthy and for a brief moment Liz was relieved, the house was so filled with marijuana smoke it very likely masked the smell of squalor and filth that filled the main room.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, taking mental note of things she'd advised against in the past, noting that none of it had been done. As she studied the dishes in the sink, she nearly gagged. She could see the mold growing on one particular plate from the door.

Sitting on the only furniture in the house was a near comatose Ms. Williams with a large bong sitting between her knees. The female wolf was only twenty five years old, having given birth to her cub at the age of fourteen. Liz pursed her lips together, glaring angrily. The glazed and bloodshot yellow eyes of the wolf gave no indication that she'd even recognized who was standing in the doorway.

Ms. Williams shifted in her seat until her head was tilted back against the sofa where she began to snooze softly. Liz's hissed in irritation. Before taking a moment to reign in her anger. She'd given this fur more than a dozen chances and now this!

"This is the end of the line!" She thought as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She dialed 9-1-1 and raised the phone to her ear. It rang once and a strong, deep female voice rumbled through the earpiece. "Nine one one what's your emergency?"

"This is Liz Moreau with Cub Services. I need an officer at Sunnyside Trailer park, trailer number 511 for a cub extraction and drug search. I have reason to believe there are drugs in the home."

Her conversation was interrupted by the rushing bubbling sound of a bong being lit. Liz felt agitation boil over inside of her as she turned to the stoned wolf.

"Damnit Mrs. Williams don't make this any worse for you than it has to be." She said, but it was no use; curls of white smoke slowly drew up the chamber of the bong, until the wolf pulled the bowl and sucked hard, drawing all the smoke out of the cylinder and into her lungs.

She sighed loudly and put the phone back to her ear.

"I'm sorry about that. If you would please hurry I would like to get the pup out of her as soon as possible."

"Officers are on their way Mrs. Moreau; we have an ETA of two minutes. Do you need an ambulance?"

Liz looked around, stepping gingerly through piles of McDonalds' wrappers and other miscellaneous trash, looking for Mikey.

"I don't think so" She said

"For now, let's hold off on one. I have some medical training. I should be able to handle anything that comes along until an EMT can get on scene if there is a problem."

"Very well Mrs. Moreau, if that's all I'm going to put you on hold now while I speak with officers. I will be able to hear you though so if I am needed just say so."

Liz grunted and took the phone from her ear as she approached the other side of the trailer where there was a hallway with a bathroom on one side and a tiny bedroom on the other.

The nearly empty bedroom was just large enough for a twin size mattress and a small chest of drawers. Standing with his back to the door was Mikey, his tail folded down submissively, his ears wilted and his shoulders hunched as if he was expecting to be struck. His smaller than average body quivered as she approached.

The little 11 year old twitched and looked back over his shoulder as she approached the door. She kneeled down so that she was nearly at eye level with the cub; immediately remembering his beautiful mismatched eyes, one a bright yellow and one a deep blue. The silver white fur that covered his body stood in stark contrast to a black patch of fur that ran up his muzzle, between his eyes and disappeared into curly locks of jet black hair. His overly large paws and footpads indicated that he would not remain smaller than average forever.

The cub looked like he'd just quit crying and as if to punctuate that thought he sniffled loudly and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his much too large red shirt. He looked down at the ground, unable to meet her eyes as Liz put on her best smile, all the anger in her body gone. This was why she loved her job. Little furs were the most adorable things in the world!

She'd always had a special place in her heart for Mikey, who she thought was particularly adorable. If she ever had a cub she'd want him to be like Mikey. The way he hunched his shoulders and how his black lip quivered, she wanted nothing more than to sweep him up in a hug and stroke his cheek until she saw the big cheerful smile she'd seen so often in the past.

But instead she put a tentative paw out towards him and said. "Hi Mikey, do you remember who I am?"

"I'm hungry." He said as he nodded.

He spoke in a high clear tenor. He looked at her shyly before taking a small step forward and then another until he was standing directly in front of her.

Liz gave him a warm reassuring smile as her eyes scanned the room. She was about to ask if he wanted to take anything with him but other than the bed and chest of drawers the only thing in the room was a ratty torn blanket that half covered a magazine. She read the title "Playboy" and let it go, not wanting to embarrass the poor thing.

"What would you like to eat? You can have anything you want." She said sweetly as she took his paw and led him out of the trailer.

Liz helped Mikey into her car and made sure he buckled up properly as a police car pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her briefcase and put the clipboard in it, thanked the dispatcher on the phone for her help and hung up, placing her phone in the briefcase as well.

"Now you sit tight for a minute while I talk to the police officer and then we'll get you some food." She said. She patted his knee and stood, closing the car door behind her.

A large panther in uniform climbed out of the patrol car, a stern, no nonsense expression on his face. Liz approached smoothly as she pulled a card from her purse.

"Officer, I'm Liz Moreau, I'm going to get the cub out of here so that he doesn't have to watch his mother get hauled off in paw cuffs. If you have any questions please give me a call. My cell and office numbers are on here. I'll write up a statement and email it to your office in the morning."

The officer took her card in a large furry paw, his fingers handling the paper delicately. He nodded.

"Anything specific you want me to charge her with?" He asked as he turned to the rickety staircase, placing the card in his left breast pocket.

"Child endangerment and anything else you can come up with."

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The clock struck 11 P.M. as Liz sat in her large lazy boy recliner. The supple brown leather had long ago been warmed by both her and Mikey's bodies as they sat in front of the large LCD T.V. in her, sparsely decorated living room. The massive chair was big enough for both her and the small wolf cub to sit side by side.

A couple of hours ago Mikey had started to nod off and was now fast asleep, curled up with his bottom still in the chair and his tail hanging off the edge. He sat with his body almost grotesquely twisted. His legs draped over hers and his head buried in her cleavage with his back pressed against her side. She hung one arm loosely around his shoulder while the other used the remote to flip through the Direct TV channels.

She'd spent a good four hours trying to find someone that could take him in on such short notice, but had not been successful. Usually in a situation like this she would take the cub to an orphanage but she just couldn't do it. She'd gotten approval to act as temporary housing while she worked on finding him a home.

The little cub was just too adorable. The remnants of the pizza party they'd held were evident throughout the room. Two large boxes of pizza sat open and empty on the coffee table In front of the couch that matched her lazy boy and there were three DVD boxes from Blockbuster Video on the table. Including "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow".

Mikey had picked all three movies and had watched The Lion King on the couch. During the first scary scene in "The legend of Sleepy Hollow" he'd yelped and ran to her. Climbing onto the chair with her and huddling against her, hiding his muzzle under her arm during the scary parts of the movie.

Mikey snored softly and shifted his head, his cheek rubbing softly against her nipple. A soft tingle of pleasure spread across her chest, bringing her back to the real world and shifting uncomfortably. Her mind wandered back to the playboy she'd seen in his room.

"How do I handle that, or should I at all?" She thought to herself as she picked at a button on her remote. This thought had been plaguing her all night.

"I'm not going to worry about it." She told herself again.

"He's only my responsibility for a few days and then he'll go on to his foster home. But how would I handle it if he was my cub?"

The question seemed to jar something loose in her mind. For being twenty four years old she had surprisingly little social life beyond work. Her only family lived four hours away. She had no boyfriend or husband, no friends outside of work, no cubs. All she had was her work and before that school.

Mikey shifted his shoulder in his sleep and curled his legs up closer to his chest. His paw came up to grasp her shirt just under her breasts. Hanging on as his head nuzzled against her nipple again, sending another tingle of pleasure through her body.

The movement brought her out of her thoughts as she sat in the recliner. She turned off the T.V. so that she could think more clearly. The darkness seemed to strangle out all sound, leaving her sitting in calm silence. If she listened closely she could hear Mikey's soft breathing against her body.

"Of course he'll want to go back to his mother, but he may not be able to. That's going to depend on her, and quite frankly I don't think she cares." She hadn't realized she was speaking out loud until Mikey whimpered against her. She sighed, rubbing her eyes with her paws. It was getting late and she needed to get to bed.

Besides, "A good night's sleep will help me think through this." She thought.

She slipped her arm under Mikey's legs and lifted them off of her before slowly and gently lifting his body sideways so that she could get out of the chair.

She climbed out, being careful not to shift or jostle him or the chair too much. She left it reclined, creating a bed for Mikey. She moved to grab him a blanket from the laundry closet before adjourning to her bedroom. Her foot pads squishing into the thick rich green carpet of her apartment as she walked from her living room over to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was a large room with a massive four poster bed right in the middle. The bed was made of dark rich wood and covered in deep red silk sheets and a puffy thick dark red comforter with matching pillows. Opposite the bed sat a large vanity made of the same dark wood as the bed. Both had been her grandmothers before she passed away and were the finest French craftsmanship. On the opposite wall was a set of French doors that led to a closet lined with clothes and shoes. Next to the bed was a small bedside table with an alarm clock on it. The room was dimly lit by a second set of French doors with large frosted glass window panes in them. These doors led to her apartment's patio where she often enjoyed a book, or just the sun.

She slipped out of the sweat pants and shirt she'd been wearing, not bothering to close the door. She examined herself in the mirror in her closet. Her black lace bra and matching lace booty shorts were speckled with white dots where her tummy fur showed through. Deep red fur covered her body except for the large white patch of fur in the shape of an elongated heart across her front. The bottom of the heart ended between her legs and the top ended just over here massive perky 36 DD breasts.

She turned in the mirror, enjoying the sight of her sleek strong form, particularly her breasts and bottom. She did chest exercise every day and it showed. Her breasts were so perky that they almost looked fake. She also ran five miles a day and it showed in her flat stomach and tight round bottom. She turned around and bent over slightly, lifting her tail a bit to help better accentuate the sleek round curves of her bottom

When she was done showing off her sexy body to nobody in particular she sighed to herself. She'd had very few boyfriends over the years, more because she was always so focused on school or work than because she couldn't get one. At least that's what she told herself now.

"I have a fantastic body, a bubbly charming personality and I'm self-sufficient. What fur wouldn't want me?" She mumbled to herself in a poor attempt to bolster her failing self-esteem.

She removed her bra and selected a very low cut sheer nightgown, pulling it over the top of her head. It just barely covered the important parts, but it was all she had and was better than what she normally slept in, which was nothing. On the off chance that Mikey woke up and came looking for her she needed to be at least semi covered.

She felt a tingle emanate from her groin at the idea of Mikey catching her without clothes on. How would she compare to the furs in his playboy? She banished the thought immediately, ashamed of even thinking about it, he was eleven years old for crying out loud!

Still, it would feel nice to know that any fur found her attractive, even if it was an 11 year old cub. She finally admitted to herself. With that the Vixen moved to her large four poster bed and pulled back the covers, slipping between the sheets and enjoying the velvety feel of silk sheets against her fur. She double checked the alarm clock that sat on her bedside table, confirming that her alarm would go off at seven in the morning and falling into a blissful sleep.

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The haze of sleep slowly receded as Liz was gently nudged again. She shifted under her blankets and slowly opened her eyes. The street lights sent rays of light in from her patio doors creating strange shadows and as Liz was brought back to the real world she reeled, someone was in her room with her.

"Liz" Mikey whined again, sniffing sadly. Her eyes focused as she recognized Mikey's voice. Her relief was short lived as Mikey's distraught voice broke through the last haze of sleep, he was crying. She sat up in her bed and looked down at the poor pup, the fur under his eyes soaked and in disarray. His curly black hair hung in his eyes and his lower lip was quivering. He was standing on tiptoe to reach her as her very tall bed came up to just past his shoulder.

"What's the matter sweetie?" She asked, concern lacing her voice as she leaned over and hooked her arms under his shoulders, lifting him onto the bed with her. He jumped as she lifted and as his knees touched the bed he lurched forward, flinging his arms around her neck, as a wail of anguish left his lips.

"I did it on purpose" He wailed, his head nuzzled under her muzzle. She felt a mix of sympathy and sadness at seeing him so upset. A curiosity burned in her as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. She tried to ask him but every time he started to talk he broke back down into unintelligible sobbing.

Eventually she gave up, hugging him to her and rubbing his back softy as he cried. She looked at the clock and sighed to herself, three AM. Soon he was all cried out and just clung to her, his ears wilted and his tail limp behind him.

She leaned away from him a bit. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked kindly as she brushed his hair out of his eyes for him. He looked away from her dejectedly and sniffed his nose again.

"I did it on purpose." He whispered.

"What did you do on purpose?" She spoke as she gently cupped his muzzle in her paw and lifted his eyes to meet hers. "I promise I won't get mad at you." She said softly, giving him a reassuring gaze.

His eyes were still downcast and not meeting hers as he said "Mommy said not to open the door while she was smoking but I did anyway cause it's bad for her and she gets mad after."

A single tear trickled down into his fur. "When I saw it was you I opened the door quick so that you'd see. I thought you'd just yell at her, but now you're gonna give me to some strange family that I've never met an ill never see her or you again."

With every word Mikey's voice got higher and higher until he was almost squeaking. His words sent him into a fresh wave of crying as he buried his face back under her muzzle, squeezing her with all his strength.

His words tore at her very core and she felt a heavy blanket of regret fall over her. Her eyes started to brim over with tears as she hugged him tightly, shushing him softly and patting his back. As the pain and sadness slowly faded some her mind wandered back to the question she'd asked earlier.

What If he was her cub? Every time she asked the question she got goose bumps and a fluttering in her stomach. She knew of a couple of fur's that had become foster parents for cubs at her work and one fur had even adopted a cub. Could she do the same for Mikey?

She couldn't save every Cub she came in contact with, but Mikey was special. She'd always had a special place in her heart for him and she didn't want to give that up. Slowly Mikey's crying calmed and eventually stopped as Liz wrestled with that thought. He sniffled and pulled away from her again, looking innocently in her eyes.

"Am I bad?" He asked, his voice so light she could barely hear it. She shook her head before he'd finished the question.

"Of course not sweetie, you did the right thing. I know it's hard to see now, but both you and your Mom are better off this way."

She stopped as she tried to decide whether or not to tell him now or wait until she found out if she could even become a foster parent fast enough to get him.

He noticed the pause and looked down at the bed.

"But what?" He asked softly.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "If I tell you, do you promise not to get your hopes up? Because I don't even know if it could happen."

There muzzles were almost touching as he leaned away from her and looked up, his mismatched eyes searching her face for some sign of what she was talking about.

Finally he nodded as his brow furrowed in the most adorable fashion. She sighed, realizing she was committed now. Somehow that thought brought a very warm feeling to her chest, making her smile and blink back tears of joy. Despite the situation.

"I'm going to see if I can work it so that I can be your foster mother and maybe adopt you." As she spoke she hoped this wasn't the beginning of another crushing blow she was dealing him.

His jaw fell open, exposing a row of long white teeth.

"You think you can?" He whispered, his yes burning with hope and excitement.

She shrugged, "I'm honestly not sure. I have some connections I can call on, but usually they don't like to give cubs to single parents. I've seen it done, but not often. It's a gamble, so promise you won't get your hopes up."

He thought for a long time before saying "K" as he yawned softly. She could tell that he was trying desperately to stay awake. She shifted, realizing that the front of her low cut night gown was gaping open, exposing an expansive amount of cleavage. She was suddenly very glad she'd worn one at all.

"Can I stay in here with you?" Mikey asked softly. She thought about it for a second. That was way against the rules, and she nearly said no. But what was the harm?

She thought about it for a second and then said. "If you swear that you won't tell anyone you can sleep in here with me tonight. But I could get in a lot of trouble if anybody found out."

As an afterthought she said "And that would destroy any chance I would have of being your foster mom."

Mikey nodded his head emphatically. "I promise."

He hugged her tightly and then let go of her neck, scooting back away from her. She noticed his eyes flick down to her chest and stay there. She froze as a mix of excitement and disapproval tingled through her body, freezing her in place and keeping her from covering herself. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong but at the same time it felt so right.

After what seemed like an eternity he finally shifted and looked away. A very slight tingle was emanating from her groin, making her wish that she could use the vibrator that currently resided in her bedside table. Again she squashed her perverted thoughts back to the depths and lay back down as Mikey slid under the covers with her. He slid in close, his arms curled up against her chest with his fingers entwined in her neck fur. He was asleep in seconds, the bulge in his shorts going unnoticed by both of them.