In a quiet small town mall, Manny, a sabertooth tiger, was doing a little shopping. He was in an “impulse buying” kind of mood. He’d walk through a few places of particular interest and opportunity until he happened upon something he couldn’t resist. 

	Manny meandered past the shops, unhindered by the heavy traffic you might have expected in a place like this years ago. Instead the mere suggestion of people was present. Quiet murmuring of distant conversations, the smell the food court, music from a DDR machine spilling from the arcade in the distance. It was the perfect encapsulation of a rural area mall in its dying moments. Or perhaps it was already dead, Manny thought, looking down the walls of shuttered businesses. Similar to how you might crack open a rotting tree on the forest floor and find the hardiest of lifeforms thriving in the decay. Writhing nail salons, scurrying discount shoe stores, fascinatingly phallic Spencers rising up and raining their spores down on any and all. 

	Manny subtly shook the strange musing out of his head. A mall like this, in a bored and lax little town like this, it almost always had what he was after in stock. The secret was waiting for the right deal, that perfect opportunity. 

	The shopping-savvy sabertooth had barely begun his first round when something through the glass display window of a video game shop caught his eye. He approached the window and peered in, past the reflection of his own imposing, stocky frame, past the fully loaded console on display, past the shelves of games, passing over any and all things one might come to such a store for. His eyes instead followed a little cat boy, maybe five or six, staring longingly at a video game. The kid’s freckeled face, creamy orange fur, and round little tummy elicited a sudden huff of hot air from the sabertooth tiger, momentarily fogging the display window between them.

	Manny’s keen shopper eyes noted three things: the aesthetic of the item was squarely within his tastes, the item seemed to be favorably unaccompanied, and lastly, the look on the boy’s face as he stared down a game on the shelf told the big cat that this item could be gotten for a bargain. Manny tried to suppress a hungry grin, but the corners of his toothy mouth involuntary curved upwards at the prospect of landing such a deal. His eyes never leaving the boy, he made a less-than-subtle adjustment in his jeans and walked into the store. 

	“I heard that’s a real fun game. Which pup is your favorite?” Manny was kneeling right behind the completely engrossed boy, his head so close to the kid’s he could have whispered it.

	The boy lept a little, startled by the adult’s sudden proximity. He spun around to meet the sabertooth tiger, words failing him. Manny smiled and nodded toward the game the kitten had been so longlingly looking at. The boy looked over his shoulder at the empty display container of the newest Paw Patrol video game. Simply looking at the heroic visage of the most popular character, Chase, parted his fog of bewilderment and he was suddenly beaming. 

	“Chase! I wanna play as Chase!” The kid’s reply was an adorable cocktail of bashfulness and gleeful excitement. He was practically squirming as he said it.

	Manny grinned warmly at the boy, while behind the honest eyes he wore, he deviously pondered if the boy might be wearing Chase-themed underwear. He placed his large hand on the cub’s tiny shoulder.

	“You know, you kind of remind me of Chase. You look like a little hero, ready to help someone in need..” Manny began winding up for his sales pitch.

	The boy simply beamed in response. He was clearly and deeply flattered by the adult’s conveniently targeted praise. 

	“So you gonna buy it, little buddy?” Manny asked the kitten, knowing full well that he hadn’t the means to. 

	He knew the entire scenario, having watched it play out many a time now. This kid was no doubt here with his mother, who was no doubt at the nearby nail salon enjoying the delights of small town gossip and a “mani-pedi” (the term for which amused him, given his motives here; though he couldn’t quite parse this into the perfect joke that seemed just out of reach). The poor boy had been sent off to the game store so as not to interrupt the serene experience of “Country Nails”. Here he would be doomed to walk the shop for what would seem like an eternity to a child, longing for whatever game he fixates on in the deep way only someone his age can long for a material thing. Maybe his mother would buy it for him when she came to pick him up, as a reward for his good behavior. Though, it was clear by the way the boy’s expression drooped when Manny asked this question that there was no such guarantee made. Manny’s grin widened.

	“Well, how’s about we make a deal? See, I’m actually in need of some help. I could really use a little hero right about now.” The sabertooth tiger watched the boy’s big green eyes widen, a glint of hope within. 

	“If you could be that little hero, I’d be happy to return the favor and buy you this game. Whaddya say, Chase?” Manny sealed the masterful pitch with a wink. He could tell before the cub even responded, he was just moments away from getting an answer to his mental query about the boy’s underwear.. and all the lewd, depraved bliss that follows.

	“Chase is on the case!” The cub replied with a surprisingly practiced salute.

	“Attaboy!” Manny chuckled and tousled the kids hair before grabbing the game off the shelf and heading toward the checkout.

	Stepping up to the register, Manny’s eyes met with the cashiers. The lanky wolf, maybe in his early twenties, was giving the older sabertooth tiger a suspicious and severely disapproving look. Could be that this same kid saw him leading that lion cub into the mall bathroom last week and has put the whole deal together. No matter. Manny simply laid the game in front of him and smiled. The smile was, on the surface, amiable. However, his predatory eyes didn’t shift in the slightest, boring right into the clerks. They seemed to say, “I dare you to try and stop me”. The young wolf buckled entirely.

	“W-will that be all for you today, s-sir?” The clerk fumbled with the game nervously, his mind already furiously at work fabricating the denial needed to cope with what he truly knew was happening and his own cowardice preventing his intervening in it. 

	“That’s it..” Manny replied, still staring the young man down while he thumbed a few twenties out of his wallet and slid them across the counter.

	The shaken wolf couldn’t bring himself to look up at Manny or the cub as he made change, bagged the game, and handed over the receipt. It was Manny who initiated the parting niceties with a simple “Have a nice day”. The sabertooth held his stare on the clerk until finally he replied with a meek “You too, sir”. Manny smiled genuinely, if for all the wrong reasons. But, as that felt, he knew he had fucked around in the same place too long. 

	This cute little cub would be the last bit of fun Manny would have at this mall for a long while. Thought he couldn’t have found a better send-off. The sabertoothed adult held out his hand for the boy to take. The bashful kitten did just that, staring up at his new friend, radiating all the admiration and gratitude that Manny would soon exploit to satisfy his cub-hungry cock. No doubt the clerk saw that, obscenely bulging from his jeans as he took the boy’s tiny hand and led him out of the store and to the right. Right, in the direction of the long hallway between two nearby shops that led to a secluded and unfrequented set of restrooms, as the clerk anticipated.

	Manny’s anticipation and needs were spilling over as they reached the door to the men’s restroom. He couldn’t believe the kitten hadn’t noticed the full-on tent he was pitching by that point. The sabertooth tiger burst through the bathroom door and moved straight to his favorite stall at the far end of the room. The boy was essentially being drug along at this point, but was hardly protesting. 

	He led the boy into the stall and, as he turned to close the door, he took in their image next to one another in the bathroom mirror. This tiny cat boy was dwarfed next to the forty year old sabertooth. The boy curiously looked in the mirror as well, wondering what Manny was so fixed on. The adult couldn’t hold back a sinister grin as he closed the door and latched it, thinking that the next time that mirror reflects them, that kid’s going to be a bit less innocent than before he disappeared into this stall. 

	The cub looked up at Manny, strangely curious now after all this time as to what the sabertooth tiger actually needed help with. Manny was of course happy to explain, but not before a little opening act. He unfastened his jeans, tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and tugged them halfway down to his knees. His aching, eight-inch cock sprung outward and bobbed directly in front of the cub’s face. 

	The boy’s eyes grew wide as he stared in utter confusion at the adult’s member, strangely surrounded by dark fur, leaking, and occasionally bucking just a few inches from his face. He could smell Manny, and it was strangely dizzying. The kitten looked up at the adult with a strange mix of expressions. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a smile that wasn’t quite able to form. After all, a dick is pretty silly to a cub. But there was also a element of uncertainty and fear. The sight and smell of it made him uncomfortable on an instinctual level he wasn’t quite able to understand. Furthermore, he had no idea what this man wanted him to do.

	Manny had let the boy sweat it long enough. He chuckled and pet the boy’s head tenderly. 

	“This is what I need your help with, boy. I need you to help make it feel good..” Manny paused, realizing he hadn’t learned the cub’s word for it just yet. He found it best, and enjoyable, to use whatever juvenile term the cub used. They’re more comfortable and playful that way. Plus it turned him on like nothing else. 

	“What do you call this? Y’know, what us boys have between our legs?” He wagged his cock in the boy’s face for emphasis. 

	The kitten giggled, much to Manny’s pleasure. 

	“A wiener..” the cub replied bashfully, rocking somewhat playfully as he said it.

	Mannys cock throbbed. The word was a personal favorite of his, second only to “pee-pee” which understandably seemed to fall out of favor with the kids once they’re old enough to start school. 

	“Well here’s the deal.. I’m gonna get your cute little butt completely naked and then I’m gonna touch and kiss and rub my ‘wiener’ on you in some weird places, like your ‘wiener’ and your butthole. All you gotta do is sit still and let it happen, ok? If you can be a big boy and let me do that until if feels real good, then this game is all yours. You up for that?”

	The boy nodded, seemingly willing enough, but there was clearly some questions in his mind. The sabertooth pervert didn’t mind that in the least. Explaining some of the “what”s and “why”s to a child with no concept of sex is the perfect spice to this type of encounter. 

	“Ok. But what do you wanna do that for?” The kitten asked, his freckled face and big green eyes looking up at the indecent adult with natural curiosity.

	Manny reached down and gently took the boys hand and placed it on the underside of his aching, leaking cock, coaxing the boys fingers to wrap around as much as his tiny digits could manage.

	“Because cute little boys like you make my wiener feel very, very good.” Manny held the boy’s hand in place and began humping as he explained, pre smearing into the cub’s hand. “And when I touch you and rub my ‘wiener’ on you enough, it feels really really good and something neat happens. Something comes out of it.”

	The sabertooth tiger released the cub’s hand. The boy inspected his hand, fixated on the slimy, sticky substance the adult’s member has coated it with. He splayed his tiny fingers out and marveled at the webs it created, as if he may be able to blow a bubble out of it.

	“Like you pee?” The little cat boy cocked his head to the side. 

	Manny chucked. “Something like that. It’s.. a special kind of pee.”

	Before the boy could fire off another question, Manny knelt down in front of him and took his hand again, but this time began licking his own fluids off of it, sucking each of the cubs little fingers as he went. The boy giggled for a moment, but then fell silent, realizing that this strange request of the adult’s had already begun.

	Now more than a little overcome with lust and a need to cum all over the kid before their time was up, Manny spun the boy around to face away from him and unfastened his shorts. The cub looked down while the the adult’s large hands undid his shorts and pulled them down to his feet. Manny’s hot, heavy breath poured over the boys neck and shoulder at the sabertooth tiger lifted the boy’s legs one at a time and helped him out of his shorts, shoes, and socks. Then Manny’s hands ran up the cub’s shirt, caressing his bare body underneath sensually before pulling the shirt up and over. 

	“You don’t tell anyone about this, you understand? If you do I’ll have to take the game back..” Manny made his addendum to their agreement as he hurriedly pulled off, kicked away, and threw the remainder of his own clothes until he was entirely naked. He crouched back down, ready to savor taking off the boy’s last remaining article of clothing.. Paw Patrol.. Marshall briefs? What a misdirect, but no less hot to the pervy predator. 

	“Do I have your word on that, little hero?” Manny asked as he massaged the front of the boy’s briefs, feeling his tiny little boyhood rolling under the fabric.

	The cub didn’t answer immediately, he was overcome with a new sensation. He’d never been touched by someone else down there, at least not in such a purposeful and lewd way. 

	“Y-yes sir..” the boy finally replied.

	“You really are my little hero..” Manny whispered into the boys ear as he slid his hand under the boys waistband and down into his Paw Patrol underwear. 

	The cub only struggled for a moment, an involuntary reaction to the electric, tickling sensation of the adult’s fingers probing around an area never before touched this way. But as Manny’s fingers found and began to fondle the boy’s tiny cock, the cub practically melted into the man’s arms. The sensation was strange and wonderful. It felt something like the euphoric rush of urinating to the boy. He wondered if he too would make some kind of “special pee” if this continued, entirely unaware that no such thing could happen for him for another six or seven years.

	“Does that feel good when I touch you there?” Manny practically breathed these words into the cub’s twitching ear as he molested him.

	“..mm-hm..” the boy replied, likewise breathing heavier now.

	“Good. Let’s get these underwear off you, kid. I got a lot more I’m gonna do to you.” 

	Manny turned the boy back around to face him. The little boy stared down at manny’s now furious cock as the adult tugged down his Paw Patrol briefs and exposed him completely. For a moment they were both taking in the cartoonish difference in the size of their “wieners”, but Manny was driven mad with lust now and there was no more time to waste. 

	The boy-hungry sabertooth reached past the cub and pulled down the toilet seat with an un-stealth crash. Manny lifted the cub up on to the seat and lifted the boy’s legs upward. The kitten gasped and his hands grabbed the seat behind him to balance himself. Before the boy could protest or even register what was happening, Manny’s ravenous muzzle was between his thighs. Hot jets of the older cat’s breath exploded over his prepubescent nethers and rump. The boy let out a startled cry as an indistinguishable number of strange sensations struck him. Manny’s lustful tongue hungrily lapped at the boys exposed hole, relishing the sweaty taste of the cub. Between the unannounced tongue bath, Manny’s hot breath, and the adult’s whiskers tickling his thighs, the little boy was beyond overwhelmed. The young kitten cried out again, somewhere between a laugh and a scream, and risking falling into the toilet, one of his hands instinctually moved to the adults invading muzzle, attempting to push him away. Manny growled and tightened his grip on the boy’s thighs. The cub looked into Manny’s predatory eyes and paused. 

	“Shhhhh! Just sit still and be quiet. You’ll get used to it..” Manny lowered his head back down, saying the last few words over the boy’s little cock before beginning to lick and suck at it. 

	Through some fear, much endurance, and little conjured willpower, the cub did slowly adjust to the sensation. Soon Manny’s warm, wet mouth was nothing but pure ecstasy to the little boy. The cub was completely enveloped and overpowered by the foreign sensations of sex. The warm pleasure from the man sucking at his “wiener”, the powerful smells of naked sexually mature adult, and the cacophony of wet smacking and heavy breathing in the otherwise silent bathroom. It was too much for the child to parse, but he wasn’t sure he wanted it to end. 

	Manny however, needed release. The cub yelped as the sabertooth tiger suddlenly shot up and pushed the cubs legs back further. The boy’s shoulders against the back of the seat and his arms gripping the side of the toilet were all the kept him from falling in as Manny squatted down, lowering his rigid cock onto the boy’s taint. The cub whined, struggling not to fall in as the sabertooth tiger began grinding his cock between his legs wildly, like a beast in a rut. 

	“Mmmf yeah, make me feel good little hero.” Manny grunted and growled one lewd thing after another at the very confused preoccupied cub, getting closer and closer to his depraved climax.

	“T-tell me you like me rubbing me big ‘wiener’ on you like this..” the cubophile big cat struggled to say through his huffing and panting.

	It was almost embarrassing, if fortunate, how fast Manny could nut with a cub in a situation like this. Knowing his mother would be looking for him any moment now, hell she may already at the game store, getting the rundown from that shrimp of a wolf. And with a little boy as cute and soft as this…

	“I- I like w-h-hen y-“ the cub did his best to reply under Manny’s unrestrained and desperate humping, but it was entirely unnecessary to begin with.

	No sooner than the boy opened his mouth to respond, was Manny cumming his brains out all over the little cat boy. Rope after rope of the sabertooth tiger’s pungent seed spurted out onto the astounded cub. 

	The adult fell onto his knee’s panting over the cub, who had already set to work inspecting a strand of the thick, sticky liquid. He was pretty sure they kid was asking questions about this “special pee” but Manny was a tad out-of-body. He felt as though his groin had been hollowed out entirely and his mind was dissolved. 

	Though the thoroughly satisfied sabertooth wanted to savor this afterglow a little longer, he knew he had to flee the scene. Through willpower he wasn’t sure was still intact, he willed himself into lucidity. Manny leaned down and lovingly licked a particularly noticeable spot of his own cum off the boy’s freckled face. The kitten giggled and squirmed, playfully protesting the adults gross act even though it was apparent that he enjoyed it. Before pulling away he planted a soft kiss on the cubs lips.

	The little boy watched Manny deftly re-clothe himself, dumbstruck by the intimate display of affection from the adult. No one had ever kissed him on the lips before except his mommy, and it never made him feel quite like that either. 

	“You’ll wanna wipe all that off before getting dressed kid, and uh.. you know, this is our little secret, right?” Manny waited for the cub to nod before turning to open the door.

	“M-mister?..” the cub called meekly, shuffling off the toilet and walking toward the retreating Manny.

	“Oh! Right, sorry about that little buddy. You were the best little hero I could have asked for.” Manny unceremoniously fumbled the game cartridge out of his pocket and placed it in the cub’s palm.

	“I’m just gonna give you the game, not the case, so your mom doesn’t ask any questions. And keep this hidden if you can-“ he paused, realized the kid hadn’t even looked at the game cartridge. His eyes were on Manny’s knees and he was fidgeting. The boy had something else on his mind.

	“What is it kid?”

	“Can you kiss me again, mister?”

	It almost warmed Manny’s heart. He knelt down, took the boy up in his arms, and gave the cub a deep, sensual kiss, holding nothing back. His tongue parted the boy’s lips and caressed his much smaller one, winding and waving through the child’s inexperienced mouth. Manny felt the boy go practically limp, giving himself up entirely to the grown-man’s passionate kiss. When the he finally pulled way, Manny chuckled at the state of the boy. He was visibly dizzy and his little Vienna sausage sized cock was stiff as a popsicle stick. It was rare cub’s got this much out of their encounters, but he always found it charming or at least amusing when they did. 

	“Now I really gotta run, kiddo. Thanks for a good time!”

	And with that, Manny was gone, followed by the repeating knock of the solid bathroom door banging shut and then droning silence. The cub stood there in daze. The whole experience had not quite caught up to him. There, alone in the bathroom, covered in cum, now cool and dripping, and permeated by it’s salty, bleachy smell, the boy looked down at the game cartridge in his hand and beamed.