Little Cub, Big Problem
Once upon a time I counted a microfur among my friends. This kinda happened as a result of some of our roleplay. Not his character, but the concept is there. :p
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains sex between an adult and a CUB, as well as MICROPHILIA and VORE. OMFG VORE. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. For everyone who I didn't care off... enjoy!
Jerry panted as he ran for his life. He had, before this moment, no conception of the end of his life, had given over barely a thought to his imminent end. Granted, before this moment, his end was nowhere near as imminent, or so he had believed. But now, his only salvation was to get just a few feet further, to hide, to escape the fate he had never once imagined.
The aardvark let out a piteous yelp as he tripped. He knew his time had come. There was no escape now.
Jerry twitched as the large paw wrapped around his body and lifted him up. He whimpered loudly as he came face to face with the giant cub that, just a few minutes ago, had been his charge.
Of course, Jerry hadn't always been three inches tall. How was he to have known that the damned cub had an ACTUAL shrink ray?! But there was nothing he could do about it now as he stared into those massive blue eyes framed in pink.
"I can has tinehsittah!" the cub boomed, giggling as he tickled the aardvark's chest with a finger.
Jerry squealed as the cub tickled him. He tried in vain to curl up in a ball to avoid the cub's roaming paw. "B-b-beau... please... make me big again..."
The little squirrelfox giggled and stuck his tongue out at the aardvark. "Can't! Da shwink way dun work bof ways," he said as he licked his sitter. "B'sides, you asked fer its!"
Much as Jerry hated to admit it, the cub had a point. "B-but... I didn't think you had a REAL shrink ray!" he protested.
"Suhpwiiiiiiise!" the cub cried with glee. "Nevah undahestimate a cubby."
Before Jerry could further protest, he found the cub's (comparatively) huge finger between his legs. "H-hey, what are yo--ooooooh..."
The aardvark squirmed uncomfortably as the cub's finger rubbed around his crotch. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his penis start to thicken as the cub's soft fur teased him.
"See? Ya must wike bein dis tiny!" the cub said triumphantly, holding the aardvark in a single paw as he started to lap at the micro-vark's genitals.
'Well, I guess it isn't ALL bad,' Jerry thought, squirming and struggling not to moan as the cub's soft, wet tongue teased his rapidly-growing erection. 'At least I'm getting to get yiffy with a cub...'
This line of thinking was quickly put into perspective as he suddenly found himself face to face with the cub's quite exposed, quite erect penis. His first thought was to ask when the cub had managed to undress. It was followed almost immediately by 'OH MY GAWD,' as the cub started to rub his entire body against his shaft.
"C'mon, pway wif its. I know ya wanna!" the cub urged, giggling a bit as he used his babysitter as a masturbatory aid.
Weakly, the aardvark complied, wrapping his arms and legs around the massive length of cubflesh before him. He inhaled the boy's scent as the cub resumed rubbing him against his shaft. 'Hmm... smells kinda nice...' he thought.
Before Jerry could think through his actions, he started to lick the head of the cub's penis.
"Ooooo, dat feews nice!" the cub cooed. "Keep doin dat!"
Jerry blushed as he kept licking the tip of that canid member, his long tongue exploring all around it. If he was going to be used as such, he might as well try to enjoy himself, and let the "little" one enjoy it, too.
A sudden wetness greeted the aardvark's tongue as it teased around the boy's peeslit. His eyes popped open wide as his tongue gathered up what tasted like strawberry-flavored pre from the boy's tip. 'What the hell?!' his internal dialogue cried.
"Mmmmm... getting cwose..." the little cub moaned.
A flash of understanding flew through the aardvark's mind. This cub was not only shockingly mature for his mere five years, he was experienced, and something in the micro-vark's mind told him he was about to get a shower...
Sure enough, a gasp and a moan from the cub signaled his orgasm. Jerry squealed and shut his eyes tight as he felt the cub's cock twitching against him, soaking him with the cub's thin seed. His tongue gathered up a bit of the cub's cum, and like his pre, it tasted suspiciously like strawberries.
The cub collapsed backward, panting heavily. "Didja... wike dat?" he asked.
Jerry licked around the cub's tip, lapping up the boy's seed. He felt a desire to answer the cub's inquiry, but was too intrigued by the boy's strawberry cum to formulate a reply.
"Mmm... yeah, gotta cwean up," the cub said.
Jerry looked up as a shadow loomed over him. He barely managed to cry out as the cub's muzzle descended, taking both him and the cub's length right in.
The little aardvark flailed about as the cub's tongue thrashed him about, soaking the tiny creature in squirrelfox spit. In a flash, Jerry felt himself pulled off of the cub's softening penis. The pink tongue thrashed him about, sending him flying all around the cub's mouth. He could only hope that the cub would let him out soon.
That hope quickly dissolved as Jerry felt the cub's muzzle getting tipped upwards. He squealed and tried to cling to the massive tongue as the force of gravity brought him to the back of the cub's throat.
"Beau, no, don't eat meeeeee!!!" he cried as he desperately flailed about, trying to find some footing to keep him from his fate.
But there was no stopping the cub. Jerry squealed as the cub's tongue pushed him back, and his throat constricted around his tiny body. There was nothing he could do to prevent his slow decent down the cub's throat.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I sure hope Beau didn't give the sitter too much trouble," a large wolf said as he pushed his key into the lock.
"Does he ever?" replied the lithe arctic fox behind him.
The wolf chuckled and licked his partner's nose as he pushed the door open. "Hello!" he called.
"Hi, Daddy Wuffy!" Beau called from the living room.
"Hey, kiddo," the wolf said, looking around as he pulled off his coat. "Where's your sitter."
A muffled cry came from the cub's stomach, and the squirrelfox giggled. "I dunnoooooo," he said, trying to look innocent.
The large wolf rolled his eyes. "Josh, I'm too tired to deal with this now. Would you do the honors?"
The arctic fox chuckled and poked the wolf's nose. "Can't we just let nature run its course on this one?"
Another piteous cry came from the cub's stomach as the wolf affixed a cold glare on the arctic fox.
Josh lowered his ears and nodded. "Fiiiiiine." He held out a paw to the cub. "C'mon, squiggles... you know the drill."
Beau nodded and paused his game, leaping up and taking the fox's paw as he walked down to the basement.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Jerry cowered in the shower as the hot water cascaded over his body. He started to wonder if maybe he'd just fallen asleep and had a bad dream... and yet he could still remember the feel of the cub's paw wrapped around him, the feel of the cub's length against him...
He shook his head and turned off the water. He'd figure things out later.
The aardvark quickly dried off and dressed, and ran to the front door. He was greeted by the cheerful arctic fox.
"So sorry that Beau got sick all over you," the fox said.
"Sick?" Jerry said, blinking.
"He vomited on you, remember? That's why you had to shower?" Josh replied.
Jerry rubbed his head. "I... guess," he said. He absently took the extra twenty the fox offered.
"Hope you had fun with Beau tonight. I know he had fun with you," Josh said, giving a little wink as he opened the door for the aardvark. "Can we call you again if we need a sitter?"
"Uh... sure," Jerry said, though he knew in the back of his mind that he would have to be "busy" if that call ever came. He walked right out the door in almost a dream-like trance, his mind asking over and over, 'did that really happen?' He quickly decided it was better not to know.