Slyther was generally a well mannered, polite, and amenable little toddler-aged ferret.  The air of haughty royalty he carried himself was harmless and a means to play into the faerie princess aesthetic he wholly embraced.  Garbed in a form fitting fairy dress with splayed petal-like frills, the little fae-ferret completed his outfit with an adornment of varied floral accessories lining his wrists, ankles, neck, across his chest as a sash.  Rounding out his cute little fairy princess look was a flower crown fashioned around one of his ear nubs and of course a fairy wand.  With a baby blue butterfly figurine affixed to the tip of the wand, colorful little rainbow tassels draped down from the ornament and completed the regal little princess boy’s outfit.  However this faerie princess image didn’t stop there, some real fae magic ran through the little one resulting in him having a pair of swallowtail shaped butterfly faerie wings and fae magic infused eyes, said infusions coloring his eyes entirely baby blue with naught but white irises swimming in that sea of blue.

Overall, Slyther was the spitting image of a delicate little softboy ferret with seemingly no aversion to embracing his feminine side.  However even a delicate little softboy is beholden to their urges some times, something no amount of manner lessons or learned politeness can ever fully contain.

Standing outside of a quaint little hovel seemingly coexisting within the confines of a great woods Oak tree you double checked your notes to make sure you were at the right place.  Unlike the bustling cities and hamlets you hailed from, these “Forest Folk” had fully embraced harmony with nature and the natural order; eschewing both consumerism and industrialism.  It was an odd life, something you’ve never really considered being from a more modern place in this world, but you weren’t here to judge.  As a caretaker, your charge came first.

With a swift knock on the side of the tree trunk, you announced your presence with a raised question.  “Mister and Misses… Sparkle… Dooks?” you’d call out as you peered your head into the opened holes of the naturally foraged door comprised of dead wood. “What an odd surname.” You’d find yourself murmuring as you heard the quick footed scurrying coming from inside the literal tree-house. Poking out from an open hole in the side of an upper part of the tree was the mother of your caretaking charge. 

“Oh! Hello there!” Came a soft-spoken yet clearly excited voice from the mother. 
“Oops! Wrong opening, I’ll be right down there. Hold tight.” The ditsy ferret mom continued before quickly closing the opening with a curtain of reeds.

After a few more moments of waiting around you could hear the scurrying approaching the improvised door of the abode. 

“Ah! There you are! You must be the cubtender we put a offer up for.” The mother said, the sense of relief palpable in her voice.  It seemed the fact you showed up at all was a relief to the motherly mustelid. 

“My little Slyther is out back in the garden tending to the flowers, he loves those pretty little things. I won’t be back until the morning, but if you need to leave for home yourself, just make sure he’s put to bed after sunset.  Slyther’s a rather polite cub, but he’s still quite young. Please do be patient with him.” The motherly mustelid requested of you while gesturing over her shoulder to the patch of makeshift fencing out the back of her abode.

“Of course Miss.” You’d reply in kind.  “He sounds like an absolute sweetheart, I’m sure we’ll both get along perfectly.” You continued as you reassured the ferret’s mother.

“I’m glad to hear that, I’m sure you’ll be an excellent cubtender for my little Slyther then!  Thank you for coming so soon.” Patting herself down the ferret’s mother did some last minute checks before bolting out the door seemingly in a hurry, hollaring into the distance “Be good for the cubtender Slyther. Mama and Papa will be back tomorrow!”

“’Kays!” Hollared back the gentle sounding voice of your charge.

All things considered, you’d be led into believing this would just be a simple case of house sitting and babysitting for a polite little ferret cub.

Stepping through the enterance to the tree-home, you took in the view of this expansive hollowed out sctucture.  Unlike the neat and orderly stone structures that occupied many a home in your residence, any semblance of furnature was created of dead tree wood, various stones, and meshings of reed and dried plants.  It was a home that lived in harmony with the nature around it, rather than one that claimed dominion over the natural world by crushing and processing it’s resources into something your kind would see as “desireable”.   It wasn’t without it’s own modern touches however.  A few novelty goods and nickknacks were scattered across the dwelling showing that while they saught to live in conexistence with nature, they were a pragmatic people willing to make use of the inventions of modernity even if they’d rather them never had existed.

After spending a few moments of your sightseeing within the home, you made your way out the back into the garden.  Much like the makeshift wooden doors and windows of the house, the garden too had fencing made fashioned around it of repurposed driftwood with a layer of mixed stones serving as a holding foundation and sandwhiched the planks together while threaded vines were woven through between them all to give the fencing it’s rigidity and cohesion.  They truly were a people that wasted naught and sated their wants within the means that respected the bounty of nature.

After taking a glance around you couldn’t help but widen your eyes a bit as you were taken by a sensory surprise at the sudden and potent floral scent that seemed to intensify as you further entered the garden.  The variety of pretty and lovely smelling flowers was a pleasant presence and filled you with a calming feeling of connection to that natural world you had taken for granted back at your hamlet.  As you peered off into the distance you saw the back of the cutest little ferret flutering about above a patch of flowers with a watering vase in their dainty small paws tending to some newly budding sunflowers.  Given the ferret’s outfit and appearance you’d be forgiven to assume they were Slyther’s sister, however you weren’t informed you’d be watching over two cubs.

“Hi there little fella.” You’d start warmly.
“I’m looking for someone named Slyther.  Are you his sister?” You’d ask with harmless curisoity in your voice.

Upon hearing your advances and questions, the little faerie ferret turned to face you with a look of shock as if you had just personally attacked the little one.

“Me?! A sisser? A… giww?!?!? Hmpf… how DARE!” Slyther would respond with the kind of hammed up response you’d only thought you’d see from your town’s performing troupe.

Startled and realizing the one fluttering about WAS Slyther, you started to profusely apologize.  Seeing you were taking the ferret seriously, Slyther wanted to dispell your anxieties and interrupted your frantic apologies with a hearty and playful giggle.  Giving his faerie wings a break from all the fluttering, Slyther gracefully descended to the ground and sat down the watering vase.  

“It okays siwwy.” The little lisp-laden toddlercub reassured you. “I Swyfer. Am boy, not giww. Just ‘ike pweddies! Heee~” He explained to you while doing a graceful little twirl like a ballerina, the bits of ground quartz woven into the fabric shimmering in the sunlight like a natural glitter. With a cheerful little giggle he looked up at you with his white irised blue colored eyes expectantly. “Soooo? Chu wikes my dwess?”

“Of course little one! What a beautiful shiny faerie dress you’ve got on.  I couldn’t think of any boy who could make it look prettier than you.” You’d compliment the eager little ferret, correcting your past pronoun mistake.  

Upon hearing your validation, the little ferret’s eyes widened with both his tail and wings swishing and fluttering together, the little toddlercub practically brimming with glee. “Weewies?! Yays! Am pweddy dookdook!” He’d exclaim before flinging himself with a push of his wings over to you and affectionately wrapping himself around your legs.  It looks like Slyther had already started to warm up to you.

“Dook… dook? What’s that mean little fella?” You’d ask, the word unfamiliar to you unless you happened to also be a ferret.

“Oh! Dookdook! It da noise we fewwets make. Wike uh… woofwoof! An meowmeow!” He’d explain to you, his expression that of an eager teacher.  He was quite tickled fancy that you were curious to learn about his lingeage.

“Ah I see.  That explains your fanciful last name then. Sparkledooks… how adorably quaint.” You’d muse to yourself as the little toddlercub tilted his head with an adorably confused look.  

“Can ‘chu use wess twicky wurs pease?” The little one would request of you while making silly little playful nosies as he rolled his head around mimmicking the effects of a confusion spell. “It make my head all spinny.” He’d to his prior request.

With an amused chuckle you were more than happy to oblige. “Of course little cutie.  I was simply saying that your last name makes much more sense now that I know what dook means.  And what a lovely name it is.” You’d respond as you reached down and gently pat the little ferret ontop of his head.

“Aww hehehe. Fank you~ What chur name? I bets it nice name too!” He asked of you.

“Oh of course, how could I forget.  Here I am being your caretaker, or as your Mother called it, cubtender and I don’t even introduce myself.  I’m [your name] it’s a pleasure to meet such a polite and pretty faerie ferret.”

“Ooooh. [your name]? Peased to mee’chu [your name]! Is nice name indeeds!  Now we fwens! Come, come! I show gawden!” Slyther replied in earest, the little ferret fluttering up to hip height and grabbing you by the wrist and began to pull you with an efforted grunt.  You couldn’t help but be reminded of the many times your other charges as caretaker had did similar when inside the town bazzar. 

Slyther had cleary come to trust you and wanted to show you everything in his tiny little toddlerbrained world.

Humoring the little ferret’s eagerness, you let him lead you around the garden as he stopped at each of the flower patches and described their various medicinial and alchemical properties in the amusing lispy and limited vocabularly his little toddler-aged self was capable of.

“Dis one for tummy ache.” – “Oh really? How useful”
“Oh! Dis one for ouchies! Chu mash it wike peas and put on ouchie.” – “Oh my, without any magic needed either? I’ll be sure to take notes.”
“ooooh! Dis one!” – “Hmm? What’s special about this one?” – “Speshul? Nuffin weawies. Is juss pweddy. Wook at aww da cuhwurs.” – “Hah indeed, it is rather colorful and pretty.”

After a few more minutes the grand garden tour came to a close with a happy and contented ferret.  Slyther had been really fulfilled having someone new to introduce to the gardem, and especially appreciated how much you focused on him and his words.  

“Fankyoo fur da attenshun.  Gwoanups not give it good. Chu diffwen!” Slyther said with a happy little grin.  “Stay. Fewwet hab suhpwise! It pwesent.” He continued.  A present? For you? What a thoughtful little gift from the ferret, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it could be.  At the end of the tour near the enterance of the garden was burlap sack filled with seeds.  Slyther reached his paw in and rummaged around before pulling out a little flower seed.  With a quick dip of the seed into a nearby puddle of water, Slyther held the seed to his chest and whispered in a tongue you couldn’t recognize. 

“Fás lehay liom beag planda” Slyther whispered in hushed Sylvan. Responding to the vocal incantation, little baby blue motes of faerie magic began to shimmer in his paw as the seed began to grow and sprout.  With a smile beaming across his face, Slyther presented the newly sprouted wild flower to you as a present. “Take! Take! Fur chu!” Slyther insisted as his tail and wings swished and fluttered. 

With such a flattering gift how could you refuse? Leaning over you happily took the little one’s gift, however something else had begun to tip off your senses.  While heavily masked by the pollen rich air around you, you could make out a familiar amonia scent you knew all too well.  

“Thank you Slyther, I’m very touched by your gift.  You absolute sweetheart.” You’d thank the ferret while kneeling down with arms open.  “Now then, let’s get you out of those wet things and into something dry, eh?” You’d call to the little ferret with a spry smirk.

“H-how’d chu know?” Slyther asked with a look of suprise which quickly turned to a blushing embarassed as he cupped the front of his dress with both paws while squeezing his legs together. “Are you a mind reader? Magical?” Slyther questioned.  Object permanence still being something the tiny toddlercub was coming to grips with.

Amused by the ferret’s bewilderment you did him a kindness and explained it to him. “Hehe that’s quite flattering but no, no magic or special powers.  Just a caretaker’s intuition and a keen nose.  My job is take care of little cuties like you, and there’s a certain unmistakable smell when someone wets themselves.  That’s all there is to it.  Now, let’s head inside and get you into something fresh.  I doubt you’d enjoy matting your fur or chafing.” You told Slyther with a sweet and caring cadence. 

Folding his arms he put on a bit of a bratty princess mannerism. “I GUESS chu can.” but then with some playful giggles, the little one quickly skipped over with a carefree look before falling against your chest as your arms wrapped around the ferret.

“Good, let’s head inside then, you little princess.” You said with a soft chuckle and loving smile as you leaned down and nuzzled your face to Slyther’s.  With some happy giggles and coos, Slyther leaned up and joined in the nuzzling, adding in “I’m a faewwie pwincess fank you vewwy mush.”.

Heading back inside, Slyther pointed you two his little hovel of a room.  After a quick saunter up the spiraling pathway you reached the top of the tree.  Having lived in more humble accomadations you couldn’t help but marvel at the view of the top floor.  A nook in the side of the bark allowed you peer out and view the forest as you gazed out in amazement.  “Woah… it really is beautiful out here.” You softly murmured to yourself.

“Mhm! Is the gift of Great-Mama Gaia.” Slyther replied as he listening in on your awestruck comments.  “But uh… changies? Soon? Pease?” The little ferret nudged you as he wiggled about uncomfortably in your arms.

“Oh! Of course little one, let’s get you all nice and changed up.” You responded as you made your way over to the ferret’s naturalistic bedding.  Given the size of the little toddlercub, Slyther’s crib was comprised of dried reeds for begging and feathers for cushioning all stuffed inside middle of the husk of a dried out fallen log, the corners and ends of the log functioning as natural guardrails. As you sat him down, Slyther laid on his back and lifted his dress up, legs spread and knees raised, completely ready and eager to get out of his yellow stained cloth diaper.  Looking around the room you saw a pile of cloth garmets in similar make laying nearby in a cubby made out of a dent impression in the home’s bark walls.  Grabbing the fresh cloth you got down on your knees and leaned over, ready the change the little pretty ferret.  

“Such a good boy all ready prepared for your changing.” You praised Slyther.  Slyther giggled with a pleasant soft smile as he wiggled about on his bedding.  Setting your satchel down beside yourself, you unbuckled the holding clip and dug around for your cleaning supplies.  A bottle of soothing powder, some skin oil, and towelettes were placed down.  Reaching down you began to unfasten the toddlercub’s diaper, quickly placing the soiled linen far away and began to firmly scrub the little ferret’s fur with a wettened towlette.  Having such sensitive and tender areas rubbed like this made Slyther let out some adorable little giggles as he wiggled around in the bed.  “Eeeee! T-t-tickles!” The little cutie would squeal.  “I know Slyther, just be good and try your best to not wiggle around too much.” You replied calmly as he finished up getting between his thighs.  All that was left was his front as you grabbed a new towelette and wiped him down.  Idly taking in Slyther’s features you couldn’t help but note his adorably small and pudgy sack that gently jiggled with your movements and as your eyes glanced upward you took in the sight of his cute little toddlerhood.  It was barely over an inch long in it’s softened state but where his usable length ended, a noticeably generous amount of tight and narrow foreskin dangling off the end. Near the end of his penile snout was a rosy red coloration and a bunched up wrinkled protrustion of skin, the likeness of a rose’s bud an amusing similarity to you and quite fitting for this flowery princess boy.

Down to your last towelette you decided to indulge your own harmless thirst and took some extra time to wipe down his snug little sack and cute little length.  Finishing up, you began to pull your hand away onto find the sharp grip of Slyther burying his claws into your arm and aggressively pulling you towards him. “No! No move!” The little one would demand with an earnestness and seriousness in his voice.

Confused by the little one’s demands, you tilted your head and asked him for clarification. “No move? What do you mean Slyther? I can’t finish changing you unless I move.”

Refusing to relent, the ferret shook his head at you, struggling to find the words to convey his feelings. “No… No move away.” He demanded with a head shake and with his claws dug into your arm began to pull in the motions of his desire. “Move, move-move dis way.” He once again demanded with a serious look as his motion your arm up and down, making deliberate stops to realign your arm whenever your hand would slip off his toddlerhood. “Dis move.  Move like dis.” He’d say again giving you an intense look.  

“O-ow ouch claws.  Please not so t- Ack! Okay okay.” You’d reply as Slyther’s grip tightened at the slightest assumption you’d stop.

“Just let me ask you… When you say move… do you… do you want me to move my paw up and down across your pee-pee?” You ask the little ferret directly.  In touchy and intimate times like this, the best thing you can do is be direct with an especially young little one like Slyther.

His white-irised big blues staring into you with intensity, he softly nodded. “Pease! Mama said no… Papa said no… You gunna say no too?” he said with a slightly breaking voice as teaery beads began to pool in his eyes.  It wasn’t unheard of for little boys to get sporadic bouts of curiosity even as young as little Slyther, but typically such advances could be denied with little reprecussions; however it seemed being denied back to back by his own primary caretakers being his parents it has led little Slyther to have the cutest little case of toddler-sized blue balls. No wonder he was so desperate with you.

It was obvious what his needs were, but it also very clear that he didn’t grasp the gravity of what he requested of you let alone the implications that placating something like this would have on the both of you.  However you’d be lying to yourself if you haven’t had a thought or two about doing the same kind of “special care” to some of your own regulars under your care.  With such a desperate cub practically ready to claw your arm off for relief, you’d finally be able to sate a deep buried and repressed desire that you’ve long held back out of respect for your charges and their autonomy of consent.  However something was different, something primal and needing from the frantic ferret.  You knew for him it wasn’t a matter of consent, but a matter of desperate and primal need for relief.  Still to break such a societal taboo even with such apparent desperation and need from the little one had stirred mixed feelings that you needed resolved before you could commit.

Gulping you could feel your hands get sweaty as your nervousness was being expressed plain as day. “No Slyther… I won’t say no.  But I need you to focus on me and answer me two questions. And also let go of my arm.  You’re starting to hurt.”

At this point, Slyther was more than ameanable and cooperative if it meant he could finally get relief from his feelings of pent up toddlerhood sexual frustrations. “Yes! Ask! Fewwet listen! Look look! Fewwet even let go!” he quickly replied.

Taking a deep breath you tried to collect yourself but only managed to tame your quivering voice. “I don’t do this for anyone.  You’re a special case.  So I need you answer this as plain as you can, okay? I can give you those special rubs you seem to be basically begging for, but I need you to promise me you both want this, and that you’ll tell me if something is wrong. Alright?” You asked him with a look of paternal seriousness.  You really wanted to indulge in this taboo pleasure, but also had the caretaker side of you want to make absolutely sure consent was being given by both sides.

Nodding up and down, the ferret was more than happy to answer. “Yes! Sewwiush Yes! Fewwet pwomish fewwet want dis! Want bad! Want super bad!” He replied enthusiastically.

Taking a sigh of relief, you asked your other question. “Good, I’ll hold you to that.  As for the other question.  These… special rubs you want, they can get grownups in trouble if a little one like you tells other grownups I did this.  If that happens, then that means you’re never get these special rubs ever again.  Can you promise to keep this to yourself?” You pressed the question to the needy toddlercub.

While it was impossible for someone like Slyther to truly grasp the situation in the same way an adult could, the little toddlercub could tell from your tone that the risk that this imposed on you was serious.  While incredibly needy and desperate to release, getting such a kind and caring grownup like yourself was nothing Slyther would evern want to do intentionally.  With a resolute look, Slyther nodded.

“Pwomiss! Fewwet dun wan chu in twubbles. Fewwet keep it seek-wit.  Boaf ansies good?” The ferret promised you and wiggled about in his crib, eager and anticipating these special rubs he’s been so desperately wanting and needing.  Satisfied with the little toddlercub’s answers, you nodded with a wiggling smile on your face.  While you were happy to receive such enthusastic consent from the little cutie, it was you who was sturglging with how “okay’ you were with this.  The excitemnt on getting to touch and play with such tender tiny boy bits had your heart racing and nerves wracked with pangs of guilt and thrill in an intoxicating equal measure. Pushing your inhibitions aside for this once in a lifetime opportunity, you reached into the crib and gave Slyther exactly what he wanted, nay, needed.

By time you had begun, the little ferret’s desperation and pleas had worked his tiny toddlerhood into a state of half-hardedness.  That tiny cocklette’s legnth beginning to fill out his generous slack of tight overhang.  Sitting there you took a moment to appreciate just how adorable and cute Slyther’s dimenutive and excited size looked as it twitched and swelled in arousal. “So cute~” You murmured under your breath as you gently wrapped your paws around his length.  With how tiny Slyther’s toddlerhood was, those with hands would only be able to fit their first three fingers around his little cocklette.  The warmth of your light grip around Slyther’s toddlerhood caused the little toddlercub to let out a soft little gasp as his little length began to wildly twitch in your gentle grip.  It seemed Slyther was quite easily exciteable, hardly suprising given his desperation and unfulfilled needs combined with his virgin levels of experience.

Making sure to be careful you started out gently, simply keeping Slyther’s twitching length in your grip as it twitched and throbbed, swelling and hardening as he made the cutest little moans until his length had fully hardened. Letting his stiffened toddlerhood rest in your warm grip you took a few moments to look over the pretty faerie ferret boy’s dainty little body.  He never told you his age, but you’d be able to guess he was somewhere between the ages of two and five, likely learning on the younger side due to his limited speech.  His cute little toddler limbs still has some residual baby fat as well as a slightly pudgy apperance to his belly, adding to just how cute and precious he looked like in your eyes. Stirring around in the bedding while you gazed at his pretty appearance, Slyther was heavily breathing; his chest rising and lowering with deep raspy breaths, a flush red filling his cheeks as he shuddered softly and silently, the bulbous hardnend feature that was his foreskin-wrapped glans twitching against your index as he looked and watched you, waiting for your next motions with baited breaths.

It seemed the little one had grown accustumed to your grip and tender hold and was ready for something more.  “You good Slyther? Ready for me to start with the rubs?” You’d ask the toddlercub sweetly as you gently rolled the skin around his tip between your thumb and index.  The sensation alone causing the little cutie to make a shuddering gasp from the sensation, the crinkle of his paws gripping into the dried reed bedding echoing across the woodend walls. “Someone like that~ I’ll take that a yes then.” You’d softly coo to Slyther before gently gripping the ferret’s foreskin between your fingers and started to roll it down.  As you begun to reach the end of his drooping snout you could notice it was proving more dififcult to roll it down as his little boy bulb reached the end of it’s stretchy enclosure.  Feeling the tightening constriciton of his narrowing foreskin, Slyther quietly eeped and winced. Pipping up with a “Nrrf! T-tight! Not feel good [your name]”. Immediately you laxed your grip and let the little toddlercub’s skin slick back to it’s natural state and gave the little one some time to settle down again. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry little Slyther.  I’ll be more careful.  Little ones like yourself usually can’t pull your pee-pee skin all the way back until you’re much older, I just wanted to find out how far back it could comfortably go.  Did it feel good until it got too tight?” You’d ask with a mix of conern and eagerness.  While you felt a pang of guilt for making such a cutie yelp in pain, that tight foreskin of his reinforced how young of a little cub he was and how you couldn’t but vicariously enjoy all these new wonderful sensations you were giving him.  “Mhm.. Just no go back far.  Okays?” He’d nod and look down at his dangling hooded toddlerhood as it twitched and pulsed. “It beddah nows.” He’d continue, giving you the okay to restart your ministrations on the minor. 

Once again you carefuly and gently wrapped your paws around Slyther’s excited little toddlerhood and felt a jolt of guilty plesure shoot down your spine as you felt that tiny little cocklette pulse and throb in your fingers, oh so desperate for release but oh so sensitive and dainty just like the rest of this faerie princess ferret boy.  “Gods above and below, you’re so precious Slyther.” You coo in hushed breaths as you slowly began to roll his foreskin down once again, this time making sure to stop right as it began to narrow out and gently guided it back to it’s natural resting position.  This back and forth had Slyther cooing and softly moaning with each rotation of your paws, the inside of his moist foreskin slicking and massaging that cute little bulb as you rolling it back and forth in it’s snug encloser.  Feeling a bit mischevious yourself, you decided to suprise the little toddlercub on the return of one of your strokes, instead giving his lengthy hood a gentle tug as it returned to equilibrium.  An adorable little gasp came from Slyther as you did so followed by a giddy little shudder. “T-tingwy” He’d stammer as the tension pulling on his foreskin fired off the stretch receptors that ran through his entire length giving the little toddlercub all sorts of tingly pleasant sensations all across his length both inside and out.

“Tingly is it little ferret? Good tingly or b-” You’d find your self inttreputed by the visibly pent up and aroused ferret. “More! More tingwies an stwechies! P-peddy pease!” He’d demand between loud raspy breaths and flushed reddened pair of facecheeks, such a pushy little ferret, but at least he asked you with a pretty please.  “Hehe alright little one.  I’ll get back to those tingly stretches, only because you asked so nicely.  Now be a good little one and suck that thumb of yours.  No more words, just relax and let me give you a special feeling you’ll never forget.” You cooed sweetly with a flushed aroused blush under your cheeks as you leaned over hungrily, giving in your own primal lust and urges.  Getting Slyther all squirmy and worked up had stirred something in you as well, and you meant to sate it.

Not wanting these pleasant sensations from you to stop, Slyther was more than willing to play along.  Spreading his legs out and presenting himself to you, he began to suckle on one of his thumbs and cooed softly.  Feeling that familiar warm grip of your hand begin to wrap around his tender little toddlerhood he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, relaxing into that familiar comforting warmth. As you stroked the little ferret’s cocklette, rolling his little glans around inside that snug skin you could watch the outline of that skin-wrapped tip flare out at the end of your stroke and narrow as you gently pulled and tugged his skin the other way.  The motions and sensations of your strokes had given ltitle Slyther a most pleasant massage to his glans and wonderful tingling sensation to his skin both inside and out as he made music to your ears with a indulgant mix of coos, moans, and the occasional little squeak in his adorable little sonatta of pleasure.  After a few more brief moments you began to feel the little ferret’s tip begin to firm up, becoming more pronounced as the outline of his head imprinted in it’s sleeve, his soft little pudgy sack beginning to tighten up as his little orbs slightly sucked in.  This sudden change in feel and look could only mean one thing, Slyther was about to cum.

“That’s it Slyther, let it happen.  Ignore those weird feelings and just let nature run it’s course.  You’re in safe hands little ferret.” You’d softly coo the little ferret as you got closer and closer to the point of no return.  The little ferret’s breaths got quicker and his moans and coos devolved into a stammering mess of blissful noise.  As you held the little toddlercub’s tiny member in yoru paws, stroking and pulling on that snug little sleeve you took a moment to gaze and take in the ever so pleasant sight of this pent up little one getting what he needed from you.  Suddenly Slyther’s eyes shot open with a look of bewilderment and confusion as he took a final few gasping breaths.  With one last soft little gasp you could tell he just peaked and hit that point of no return.  With one final motion, you pulled the little ferret’s foreskin as comfortably taught as you felt and leaaned over into the crib, smiling and humming happily to yourself as you watched this little cutie’s foreskin-wrapped glans swell and twitch along with the rest of his length as he rode out his first ever orgasm.

Slyther's paws dug into the reed bedding as he arched his back and pressed his crotch into the bottom of your cupped paw with maw agape and eyes rolled back in a fuzzy-headed haze.  Watching him, you noticed how his entire body was twitching and fidgeting as he rode out his first orgasm, his tiny toddlercub cocklette pulsing rhythmically as it twitched and mimicked the motions of spewing seed that his tiny little body was too undeveloped to produce. “Good Boy… just like that…” You’d lovingly whisper to the shuddering ferret.

After those 10 to 15 seconds of orgasmic eternity, the little ferret’s baby blue features began to briefly glow an illuminated soft blue before returning to normal as little similarly colored motes of magic began to drift upwards and seep into the various funishings of the room, causing the cutest little flowers and mosses to begin forming and sprouting, covering the dried out hollowed tree husk of his room with vibrant floral life.  After returning from that dissasociative episode of orgasmic bliss, the little ferret started making the cutest little happy sexdrunk giggles as little cyan pixie-dust hearts fluttered over his head. “G-good [your pronoun]” he’d praise you with giggle-laced breaths before collapsing into a spent heap in his bedding, all his limbs having gone completely limp as he suckled on his thumb with the most peaceful and serene look.

Slyther sure was a handful for you to take care of, and after all that time tending to his needs you seem to now have some of your own to tend to while the cute little toddlercub drifted off to sleep.  You can be sure you’ll be requested on a firstname basis for future cubtending opportunities at the behest of this demanding little ferret.  But for now, you’re just happy you could share such a special and intimate moment with the little cutie.