You head towards downtown, your cub senses tingling as you pass by potential sources of power but all are no good either in groups or with adults.  You cant afford to let the source of your powers be known.  Despite all your good works you doubt the public wouldn’t object.  finally just a few block short of your destination your eagle eyes spot a boy.  An otter pup on his way towards school cutting through an alley.  its perfect, super speed lets you swoop down on him from behind before he knows you are there.


Your paw clamps over his muzzle and the cub is pushed up against the wall.  “Easy boy, be easy, this will all be over in a moment.”. You whisper into the startled little cub's ear,  your voice husky with desire.   You grip the waistband of the boy's trousers and tug them down, showing off his blue and white Captain Freedom undies.  Ohh the boy's a fan?  Too bad he can never know hell maybe he’d get a thrill out of it.  


The little otter starts to struggle but your way to strong.  “Stop boy this will all be over much faster if you don’t fight it.”.  You push down on that thrashing rudder tail so you can tug down those undies and get the prize within.  Sighing with anticipation crack open one of the pouches on your utility belt pulling out several capsules full of lube.  you tell yourself this is a necessity, as you crush the gel caps in on paw, it's just for the power needed to save your adopted world.  But as you roll the slick cream around in your palm, you know deep down that a lie.  Ohh the power is needed but even without it, you’d be here eventually.  That slick paw slides up under the tail caressing a tight little bubble butt.  earth cubs are too tasty and sweet.  you got by before with milking power from adult men but once you learned there was so much more to pull from there young it was all the excuse you needed.  you paw works diligently kneading that lubricant into a watertight little pucker.   One thick finger pressing in teasing that opening as the boy squirms.