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Cub Services

Chapter 3

The parking lot of The Department of Cub Services was all but empty as the sun set in the horizon. The sun cast long eerie shadows across the government build as it receded, leaving the only furs that remained to work in the soft glow of the florescent light bulbs.

Liz Moreau and her soon to be adopted wolf cub Mikey had been there since early in the morning but Liz was swamped with paperwork, having spent most of the morning working to get her request to become Mikey's foster Mom finished.

The red haired fox sighed with contempt as she finished another piece of paperwork, placing it in the "inbox" on the desk in her crowded office on the third floor. Her furry red tail flicked back and forth behind her as she peeked up at Mikey from the corner of her eye, smiling proudly at the adorable cub.

He sat quietly, reading to himself as he lounged in the large padded office chair across from her. Sitting sideways in the chair his bushy silver white tail stuck out under the arm rest with one leg hanging over the same arm rest. The leg swung back and forth, causing the chair to creak. The other leg was pulled up against his chest with his oversized footpad resting against the edge of the arm rest.

His baggy black shorts hung down, exposing a large amount of the silvery white fur that covered his thin inner thigh. The massive red shirt Liz had picked him up in yesterday draped over his body like a large robe and was surprisingly clean, considering Mikey had worn it at least two days in a row now.

He held a book open against his knee and a paper airplane sat on the ground next to the sizeable pile of books he'd spent the afternoon reading. He'd borrowed the books from the office Day Care Center on the second floor of the building. She'd taken him down there after lunch to see if he would rather play then sit in her boring office and watch her work.

But he'd been surprisingly shy about the whole situation, refusing to go into the room without her and then only for long enough to examine the bookshelf and select his reading material. Afterwards he'd stood closely against her side as he looked wearily around at the cubs in the room before asking if they could go back to her office.

He'd spent a small amount of time playing with the paper airplane, curling the corners of the plane with a pencil and watching with excitement as it performed its acrobatic maneuvers.

But the majority of his time had been spent reading quietly. She made a mental note to ask him what the "Sword of Shannara" was about. Not realizing he'd long ago finished that book and was now well on his way to finishing "The Elfstones of Shannara". His mismatched blue and yellow eyes flicked back and forth across the page of the book as he read silently to himself.

As she finished her final proof read of the police statement she realized the rhythmic squeaking coming from Mikey's chair had stopped. She again peeked at him from the corner of her eye, wondering what had happened in the book to catch his attention so fully that he'd stopped swinging his leg.

She was surprised to see that he was staring intently at her and sitting so still that even his ears and tail had stopped twitching. Her large pointy ears flicked around as she tried to determine what had caught his attention so fully.

The only discernible sound in the building was the ever present hum of her computer. After being unable to determine what had caught his attention she looked back down at her work and noticed from the corner of her eye that a button on her tight fitting sky blue blouse had broken off.

Her eyes flicked back to Mikey as the now familiar mix of excitement and foreboding began to swirl in her chest. Sure enough his eyes were riveted to the diamond shaped opening in her top.

She berated herself for wearing the tight button down shirt to work. When she'd bought it she'd been concerned that it was too tight for an office setting, but she'd fallen in love with the color and purchased it anyway. The tight fabric stretched and squeezed her breasts together and strained the buttons and fabric to their breaking point.

She gently shifted her shoulders in an attempt to close the hole and watched in horror as the button above it popped off as well, connecting the diamond shaped opening to the opening that created her collar. The small pearl button cut through the air, bounced off the wall and fell to the ground near Mikey's right shoulder.

With her shoulders kinked and the top two buttons of her top undone she was able to see the firm round curves of her furry white breasts as well as the top of her lacy blue bra and a large amount of cleavage.

She felt her heart quicken with excitement and her stomach surge as her eyes flicked back to Mikey, sure that the view was better from the angle he was sitting at.

His eyes looked like they were trying to pop out of his head and she watched in fascination as a bulge began to grow in the crotch of his shorts. For a long moment she tried to imagine what it looked like, using only the outline it created. She swallowed as her heart began to beat faster and her ears began to burn.

"He's aroused" She thought, as a complex mix of emotions began to course through her body. She told herself for what felt like the 1000th time that her thoughts and feelings were wrong, but her heart wasn't in the reprimand as the 11 year old cub and 24 year old Cub Services Officer ogled each other in her cramped office.

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Slowly Liz's mind began to wander. She contemplated going to the bathroom and removing her bra and a dozen other increasingly naughty things. The realization that Mikey was not only just curious about her body, but physically attracted to it began to take hold.

As each idea began to take shape she waved it off, but with each idea the pangs of contempt for her feelings began to decrease. Slowly she began to realize that the longer she sat there exposing herself to the young cub and the more she thought about doing so, the more comfortable she became with the whole idea and the less her body reacted to it.

"Perhaps that's how I can put an end to these feelings." She thought.

If she could acclimate herself to the whole situation, than she may be able to get over her feelings and get on with her new life with her cub. The idea was different, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

She didn't have any urge to dominate or force Mikey to do anything bad. In essence she had a crush on him. Of course she'd dealt with crushes before, although not often. Usually all she had to do was spend some time with the fur she had a crush on and eventually the feelings would fade.

If the idea of exposing herself to Mikey thrilled and excited her, then theoretically the more she did it, the less it would interest her.

It took Liz another hour to finish the last bit of paperwork she needed to finish. Her mind swirled with ideas and feelings as she continued to contemplate her new idea. It made it hard to focus on the work at hand, but she did eventually finish.

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Liz and Mikey returned to the well-kept apartment building shortly after 9 P.M. Mikey's eyelids drooped and he yawned quite a bit as they talked and played in the car but he gave no other signs of fatigue. At her request he told her all about the Sword of Shannara and the Elfstones of Shannara, describing in incredible detail the storyline and his favorite plot points.

She was surprised by how well he recalled what he'd read, and was even more surprised to realize the two books he'd read totaled more than 1300 pages.

When they got home she made a late dinner of hotdogs and potato chips and watched carefully as Mikey ate slowly at the island in the middle of her kitchen.

She noticed how careful he was to keep his shirt clean and as he finished his first hotdog and the few potato chips he'd taken she said. "If you're still hungry you can have more."

She'd made an entire package on purpose so that she could put some in the fridge for Mikey to eat if he got hungry, remembering the stern lecture she'd received from the doctor about his weight.

He looked at her as his ears folded back. "But what if we run out?" He asked. His voice was laced with concern and apprehension.

Liz shrugged nonchalantly, not catching the tone of Mikey's voice. "I can always get more." She said as she turned to grab another bottle of mustard from the cupboard.

When she turned around Mikey was staring intently at her, studying her with a curious and suspicious look.

"How much money do you make?" He asked as he studied her face closely.

Mikey tried to guess how much she made, remembering that his mom made 14,250 a year. She probably made way more money than his mom had. She had things that he'd only heard about at school from other cubs. Like satellite T.V. But until now he'd never thought that more money might make that kind of a difference.

At his mother's house she planned every bit of food he ate, down to how many hotdogs or chips he could have. Each meal was planned so that she could get the food to last as long as possible.

"Of course all that went out the window when she smoked" he thought with contempt. He'd gone hungry more than once because she'd eaten everything in the fridge after smoking and couldn't afford more food until the next payday.

His stomach growled in protest as a familiar hunger twinge spiked through his stomach. Without taking his eyes of Liz he reached out and took three hotdogs from the pot and put them on his plate. He wasn't even sure he could eat three more hotdogs. He was testing her to see what she would do,

Liz smiled widely as he put the hotdogs on his plate. She began pulling hotdog buns from a bag and peeling them apart so that he could put what condiments he wanted on them.

"I make plenty of Money, don't worry about that. You heard the doctor this morning. You need to be eating more." She smiled reassuringly at him as he grabbed the mustard from the counter, still studying her intently.

She realized too late that the cap to the mustard wasn't completely closed as he turned the bottle upside down and shook it.

He jumped in surprise as a long string of mustard squirted across the front of his shirt, causing him to yelp and fold his ears back in surprise. He looked in shock down at himself and then back up at Liz as panic spread across his face.

"Oh no!" He whined as he jumped from the stool and ran towards the sink. He grabbed the wash cloth as he sniffed and instinctively flinched away from Liz as she reached towards him. He didn't actually think she would hit him, but his mom would have.

She caught his paw as he was about to wipe at the long globs of mustard with the wash cloth, not wanting to stain the white towel.

"I'm sorry." He said softly as his lip began to quiver. Mikey tried hard not to cry as he clung to the idea that Liz wasn't his Mom. If she wasn't yelling at him yet, she wasn't going to. He told himself.

Liz cupped his muzzle in her paw and lifted it up to look at her. "Its fine, don't worry, we can wash it in the washing machine and it'll be good as new." She knelt down in front of him. "Let's get that off and rinsed before the stain sets." She said as she grasped the edge of his shirt with a paw.

"But it's my only shirt." He mumbled as he lifted his arms up so that she could help remove the shirt from his body without getting mustard on his fur.

She lifted the shirt up and off and tossed it on the counter as she realized he was trying not to cry. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug and gently patted his back.

She felt a sense of accomplishment at not feeling anything inappropriate when she removed his shirt. Her plan seemed to be working.

Liz smiled at him. "You can just go without it for the few hours and tomorrow we'll go get you some more cloths and some other stuff to get you set up to live here. Ok?" Mikey simply nodded.

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A short time later Liz found herself sitting back in her favorite lazy boy recliner. The soft supple leather was warm to the touch and the large squishy chair held her and Mikey comfortably.

Mikey sat in her lap with his legs and tail stretched out over hers and his head resting snuggly against her large bosom. Her furry red arms wrapped around him, gently hugging him to her to help keep him warm. He was chewing on a fingernail and watching the end of the episode of Mythbusters he'd found on T.V. with fascination.

He stirred in her lap, his long black basketball shorts hanging to his shins. With the strings tied the way she'd had to tie them this morning the waist bunched against one hip, creating a skinny leg and a baggy leg.

She'd changed into a grey shirt and matching sweatpants after putting his cloths into the washing machine with his other shorts and some of her own clothing. She'd smiled with amusement as she'd noticed that his other pair of shorts where soaking wet. He must have rinsed them off in the sink, since the stain from this morning was nowhere to be found.

Another episode of Mythbusters started as Mikey sighed loudly and looked up at her, his head tilting and jiggling her chest slightly while at the same time brushing her nipple through her shirt. A tingle of pleasure spread through her breast as she looked down at him with a smile.

Her mind wandered back to his erection, sparking a tingling between her legs. She ignored it. She couldn't expect her plan to work all at once, right? The fact that she could sit with him like this was proof that it was working. When she'd seen him shirtless this morning after his shower she'd barely been able to tie a not in his short strings.

Mikey suddenly shifted again, letting out an inpatient and irritable sigh as his head again brushed her nipple.

"Everything ok?" She asked curiously as she tilted her head to get a better look at him.

She noticed the insides of Mikey's ears go scarlet with embarrassment as he said "It's doing it again." She'd never seen him blush through his fur before, in fact she didn't think she'd ever seen a fur blush through their fur before, but she was sure she could see it now as the silvery white fur on his cheeks took on a very slight red hue.

As she looked curiously at his muzzle, she noticed his hips shifting again from the corner of her eye. As she shifted her gaze she saw a bulge appear and disappear in his shorts.

"Why does it keep getting hard like that?" He asked as he shifted again causing the small bulge to change to a full blown tent in his shorts. The tent was lopsided and stuck in the smaller leg of his shorts.

She swallowed as she felt her heart begin to beat faster as she saw the flaw in her plan. Her new found self-control crumbled as she realized she still desperately wanted to see his erection. At the same time she was horrified by her own thoughts as she realized that she no longer felt that same sickening twist in her stomach when she thought about Mikey like that.

The thought left her paralyzed and unable to think or move. Her plan had worked, but she was now used to all of her feelings. Mikey seemed to notice her awkward silence as he watched her.

She swallowed and stammered as she finally managed to speak. "Well, as you grow up it will do that. It just means your turning into an adult."

He shifted again, this time with more agitation before yelping and whimpering as pain and discomfort flashed in his eyes. He clenched his eyes closed as he reached between his legs, pawing and groping at his crotch, trying unsuccessfully to rearrange himself.

Liz felt her heart began to beat faster as his paw pulled his shorts tightly first against one side of his shaft and then the other. She swallowed, feeling the distinct absence of the feelings in her body that told her that her thoughts were wrong.

"You can take your shorts off if you think it'll help." Liz whispered.

The words slipped out of her muzzle before she'd even thought about them and for a second she desperately hoped that she'd spoken to softly for Mikey to hear. The sickening twist in her stomach was back with a vengeance as Mikey looked up at her in surprise, the curly black hair hanging in his eyes.

The few moments that he spent looking up at her were like an eternity. Liz felt a storm of emotions building and suffocating her as the full weight of her proposition settled on her like a weight. For every millisecond that Mikey stared at her, Liz felt the weight get heavier.

Her heart raced and her stomach began to heave and surge violently. The feeling of a strong hand began to grip and squeeze at her heart as the weight got heavier and heavier.

Mikey looked up at Liz curiously. She had a strange look on her face and her body had gone very still. He didn't understand it but it reminded him of the look she'd had this morning when she'd rubbed his tummy, only this time it was much more pronounced.

Her words seemed embarrassing, but also naughty and interesting. Plus they held the added bonus of solving his problem. When he'd lived with his mom he'd started walking around naked when he was home alone, which had been most of the time.

He'd only spent one night with Liz and already he was having trouble adjusting to wearing pants or shorts all the time. Forcing him to try and find new and creative ways to hide or arrange his thing when it got hard.

Her suggestion solved his problem and if he could just find a way to get rid of the strange itch that accompanied his uncomfortable situation he would be happy.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off with a sigh of relief, tossing them to the ground. The room was hardly cold but he still shivered at the feeling of fresh air against his private bits, feeling slightly embarrassed but oddly excited at the idea of being naked in front of Liz.

His trusting and shy gaze peeked back up at Liz as his ears folded back, looking for approval and comfort but making no attempt to cover the pulsing red rod that stuck up from between his legs.

Liz felt like she was riding a rollercoaster that only went downhill. Even so, she recognized a cub that needed some reassurance and gave him a warm, if forced smile. Mikey turned back to the TV as he sat comfortably in her lap, oblivious to her sudden internal struggle.

The nonchalance with which Mikey removed his shorts had shook Liz to her core. The shorts he'd been wearing only a moment ago fluttered to the ground like a black flag, sending her heart into overdrive as a smoldering spread from her suddenly dripping sex.

The emotions that flooded through her changed gears so quickly that Liz wasn't sure what she was feeling for a moment as she got her first view of the bright red glistening penis and silvery white sheath that now pointed up towards his tummy.

With her arms still wrapped around Mikey and her paws resting on his tummy she soon began stroking the silky white fur on his belly as a haze of arousal began to cloud her mind. Her fingers combed gently through the fur as her claws gently grazed the skin underneath.

The rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat in her ears seemed to get louder and louder as her fingers glided through his fur. A yearning began to develop between her legs and in her chest, further smothering rational thought.

Her paw was only inches away from her Holy Grail as Mikey's red penis pulsed and twitched in the evening air. Mikey's head nuzzled against her nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through her body.

Mikey felt a shudder of excitement and curiosity spread through his groin as Liz's paw slowly moved further down his front. It felt calming and soothing, causing him to sigh softly as he nuzzled his head against her body. Her paw was ventured lower and lower with each stroke but each stroke felt better and better.

He closed his eyes and relaxed as he began to melt against her fingers. Slowly her paw brushed over his pelvis and began to slide into areas that no other fur had ever touched. Her paw stopped for a moment but Mikey didn't care. He was in heaven, lying on a cloud.

When Liz's paw gently grasped his cubhood for the first time Mikey didn't have time to be surprised or embarrassed. Her warm delicate paw felt so right grasping and holding him that he let out a gentle moan as he opened his eyes and looked lovingly up at her.

Her gentle grasp cupped most of his cubhood, leaving just a small amount of the pointed red tip poking out from her paw. He felt his first bit of surprise as the itch he'd been dealing with since his thing had gotten hard slowly began to recede as a tingle of pleasure spread through his loins.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath he'd not realized he was holding. Her paw gently grasped his sheath and pushed it the rest of the way back, as his thing grew bigger than he'd ever felt it. The tingling in his groin grew and turned to a very pleasurable pulsing that spread down into his legs and up into his tummy.

Mikey let out a whimpering groan and arched his back a little. He didn't know exactly what was happening to him, but he knew it felt incredible and that he wanted Liz to keep doing it.

He suddenly shuddered as a more intense spasm washed through his body. He gasped as he felt her other paw gently cup his furry balls as they pulled tightly up against his body.

He shifted and slid further down her front until he was almost lying down as another more intense spasm washed through him. Liz's fingers where like silk and where exploring regions of his body that not even he'd ever touched. Her paw began slowly stroking him in a steady rhythm, sending waves of pleasure spreading through his loins.

He heard a strange squelching noise and looked down to see that a slimy clear liquid was slowly dribbling from the tip of his cubhood and lubricating her paw. It lessoned the friction and made him groan even louder.

Mikey looked up to see a strange look in Liz's face. Her eyes were locked onto his crotch and she was unconsciously licking her lips as she began to pant. He looked back down at the clear liquid and hoped she didn't mind that it was getting on her.

His eyes flicked to her breasts as they so often did, taking in the large tight curves as he tried to picture them in his mind. He noticed her nipples were hard and tried to wonder why as another wave of pleasure spread through his body.

Her shirt wasn't really tight, but when he'd slid down her front he'd pulled the shirt tightly across her chest, accentuating the firm round feminine mounds and creating a good view for him to look at.

He opened his mouth to ask why her nipples were hard as he got the sudden urge to touch them. But as he did Liz gently squeezed his balls, massaging gently. He gasped as his toes curled and he began to have trouble thinking clearly.

A fog of pleasure was slowly creeping through his mind, making it increasingly difficult for him to do anything beyond moan and revel in her ministrations. The squelching got louder and her fingers seemed to be getting slicker and slicker as another spasm, greater than the others, suddenly shot through his body.

He bucked his hips roughly, as he began to feel a tightening in his balls and a twitching in his thighs. Her fingers slid from his balls to a spot between them and his tail hole. Liz pressed gently and massaged in a slow circle with two fingers, calming the tightening that had begun to grow in his groin. He looked down in a haze and wondered dully what the large round red ball at the base of his thing was. He'd never seen it before but Liz didn't seem concerned by it as she began to massage it along with his shaft.

The spasms between his legs began to intensify, coursing through his little body and causing his furry little legs to twitch and shake uncontrollably. The tightening in his balls and groin returned as Liz's finger massage was no longer enough to hold it at bay.

He gasped for breath as he began to pant and groan. He flung his arms out grasping at whatever was close by as his body spun into an uncontrollable torrent of ecstasy. His fingers curled into the soft fabric of Liz's shirt, his claws cutting and tearing the cloth as he opened his mouth. Gasping desperately for air, his vision began to dim and his groin heated and burned with pleasure as his body shook.

He let out a moan that reverberated through his body as the tiniest fraction of his mind realized he had to pee. He reeled in embarrassment as he clenched, trying desperately to hold it back. His curled toes dug into Liz's leg, tearing her sweatpants as he pushed his body back up hers.

He desperately tried to speak, to tell Liz to stop for a second and let him go to the bathroom but was unable to get anything beyond a deep guttural groan to come from his muzzle.

He closed his eyes and arched his back as the waves of pleasure coursing through him washed away his feelings of embarrassment. He couldn't hold it any longer and the relief he felt as he unclenched intensified the pleasure he felt spreading through his body.

He clenched his eyes closed and pressed the back of his head between Liz's firm round breasts. He barely felt the first strings of sticky warmth land thickly across his own muzzle and chest as his mind washed away in a wave of exquisite pleasure.

Liz's heart beat was pounding with a frenzy that rivaled any marathon she'd ever run as her hand pumped Mikey's shaft and gently massaged the knot at the bottom of his penis. The only sound that managed to break through the haze in her mind was Mikey's fevered moans and groans, both of which set her blood on fire.

The smoldering in her loins turned to a burning that intensified with every moan Mikey let out. Suddenly the burning intensified and spread as she felt a gush of fluid seep between her legs, soaking the crotch of her sweatpants and panties.

The two of them orgasmed together as Liz felt the sticky white strings of Mikey's seed splash across her chest, muzzle and paw. The raw power of her own orgasm was something she would remember for the rest of her life.

The world slowly seeped back into focus as Liz gasped and sighed contently. The high of her orgasm slowly began to recede as she let out a small moan of pleasure. When she opened her eyes, they immediately focused on the large glob of cum that hung from her muzzle. She looked down at herself and Mikey, surprised by how much of a mess he'd made of the two of them.

The glistening red tip of his penis was beginning to disappear in her paw as it slid back into its sheath. A copious amount of clear pre cum now coated his shaft, sheath, and balls and her paw looked like it had been iced and was dripping with globs of white and semi opaque cubseed.

As Mikey became conscious of the world around him again he started taking deep breaths as his heart pounded in his ears. He found he could see again and did so, looking loving up at Liz as he tried to form a coherent thought.

Liz felt a strange coupling of emotions beginning to form in her mind as the haze of arousal receded, giving way to rational thought. She felt a mix of excitement, anger, happiness, fear and contentment all boiling in her stomach.

The Cub Services Officer portion of her mind said that what she'd just done was wrong! But if it was wrong why didn't it feel wrong? She hugged Mikey to her chest and felt him nuzzle gently into her bosom. If it was wrong why had Mikey enjoyed it so and why was he smiling so broadly?

Mikey closed his eyes as sleep fought to overtake him. He had so many questions but he couldn't seem to get any of them out. He let out a content rumbling sigh that was supposed to be the question "will you do that again later?" But as he tried to form his thoughts into words he slowly fell into a blissful slumber in Liz's lap.

Liz watched Mikey fall asleep. What was done was done and she didn't feel guilty about her actions. She was afraid of what would happen now, but she didn't regret giving Mikey what was obviously his first orgasm.

Her mind wandered back to the couple Tim had told her about this morning. The ones that still sent him Christmas cards every year for lying to a judge about their relationship.

The words "There was no abuse." Echoed through her mind. No matter how she tried to phrase it, she couldn't come up with a way to define what she'd done as abusive. Technically the law would call it exactly that. B ut she wondered if she as a Cub Services Officer would even report it if she came across a cub and adult in a position like she was now in. Tim hadn't and he cared more about cubs than any fur she'd ever met. Liz pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. What was done was done and as long as Mikey didn't feel uncomfortable about it she wouldn't either.

When she was sure Mikey was sleeping soundly she began sucking on her fingers, enjoying the lightly salty taste. It coated her tongue and the inside of her mouth with a thin coat of sticky slime but she enjoyed the taste and ignored the rest. When her paw was clean she began wiping up the thick white strands of seed with a finger, scooping those into her maw as well.

She sighed when she was done as she shifted Mikey's sleeping form so that his little body rested more against the crook of her shoulder. She slid her arm under his bottom to support him as she stood. Cradling him against her. She was able to hold him relatively easily, barely noticing the added weight.

She carried him into her bedroom and hugged him to her body with her other arm as she bent over and gently placed him on the center of the bed. After what she'd just done she hardly thought sleeping in the same bed as her was a big deal.

She went to the kitchen and got a warm washcloth to clean up with. Liz gave Mikey something similar to a sponge bath as she gently wiped over his tummy, chest, and muzzle, before moving to his thighs and finally his balls and sheath. She was slightly surprised when the red tip poked out as she handled his sheath, but it went back in on its own as soon as she stopped.

When she was all done cleaning him up she moved to her closet and gathered herself some night cloths, realizing as she removed her clothing that Mikey had managed to tear both her shirt and her sweatpants. She examined the ragged tear marks with surprise and examined her leg to see that she was unharmed.

She didn't have anything else that would even kind of fit Mikey and the washing machine was still running, meaning he didn't have any clean cloths yet but she didn't think he'd need it. Her body and the thick red comforter on her bed would keep him plenty warm.

She felt a thrill run through her body at having him sleep naked with her and a thought struck her as she used the cloth to clean herself up from her own orgasm. She looked up at herself in the mirror.

"Would I do it again if he asked me too?" She asked herself, speaking softly to the mirror. Her sleek slim frame reflected back at her in the mirror as she coyly bit her nail.

"Yes" She thought as she seductively drew a line down her front, trailing her finger down her neck and between the deep valleys of her furry white breasts. Her nail slid smoothly through the white fur and slowly down past her flat smooth stomach until she brushed the sensitive puffy pink folds of skin that curved between her legs.

"But only if he asks." She said more firmly. Resolving to never push him into something he didn't expressly want her to do.

She dressed in a comfortable tank top and basketball shorts, forgoing underwear entirely before returning to her bed. She scooped Mikey up in her arms and tucked him into the bed before climbing in next to him to fall asleep.