The government arrested me a few days ago for possession of cub porn. It wasn't like I had made it, but with cub porn it wasn't like they cared who made it. It hadn't been a normal arrest either. Some goons showed up at my place and threw a hood over my head and the next thing I know I'm at some government facility somewhere.

I was pretty sure they were just going to lynch me. Gonna be honest, I'd have been more or less okay with that. Having this addiction has made a real mess of my life, and I always figured I'd rather exit stage left than get sent to prison as a cub lover.

But, to my surprise, no one had a gun or noose or lethal injection at the weird council room I got dragged into. Instead I was staring up at a few intelligence officers and some scientists or doctors in white coats.

After some initial business like checking my name, one of the science-furs started asking me questions.

"You have heard of the Early Onset Heat Syndrome, yes?"

"Yeah in the news, I think. Something about a few cubs going into heat early," I said.

Okay, I admit it, I had jacked it a few times thinking about a cub going into heat, but it was just some crazy outbreak or something happening far away from me, I thought.

"It is more than a few. It is becoming an issue of national concern," the doctor said. "We don't know why. Perhaps it is changes in diet or environment, perhaps it is some chemical the cubs are exposed to these days that was not present in earlier generations, but younger cubs every year are going into a yearly heat cycle."

"We have tried many things," another doctor jumped in. "Medicines to suppress the heat cause stunted development. Isolation to prevent mating causes intense depression, brought on by an instinctual feeling of being unfit for breeding due to their rejection. And, should we simply allow the mating to happen, it leads to pregnancy in almost 100% of cases. A pregnancy in a body that young is extremely dangerous and, even if survived, can lead to permanent damage to the cub and their brood."

My erection, which had started up at the talk of cubs being in heat, drooped sadly. It was hard to hear about cubs suffering without being struck by deep empathy.

"We, at last, arrived at the solution of allowing the cubs to mate with infertile males. Unfortunately, it is deeply psychologically damaging to a male who is not sexually attracted to cubs to perform such a mating," the first doctor said, gazing sternly down at me as he arrived at the point of this explanation. "That is where you come in."

I blinked a few times in confusion.

"You will be rendered infertile," the second doctor said. "You will still be able to experience arousal, produce sperm and ejaculate, but your sperm will be 100% incapable of causing a pregnancy. From our trials, the cubs resist mating with infertile mates, but once the mating is complete it seems to satisfy their mating instinct, allowing the heat to pass without any ill effects."

"You will not be provided with any personal information on the patients," one of the intelligence officers spoke up this time, a slight disgusted sneer on his lips as he looked down at me. "You will be delivered to the home of the patient blind, and you will refrain from any attempts to make contact with any previous patients after you have served them."

"Tests have shown that heat creates a sort of fugue state in the cubs, preventing them from having any clear memories of what happen during their heat. They will only retain vague memories of you, though an instinctual mating bond will cause them to treat you as a loved one should they encounter you again after the heat," a doctor explained.

"Which they will not," the intelligence officer growled.

"You will be provided with water and energy gel which you will ensure is consumed by the patient over the course of the mating to ensure they do not over-exert themselves or endanger themselves through lack of water or nutrients," the second doctor continued.

Here, the intelligence officer actually came down off the stand so he could get up in my face.

"If there are any signs of violence on the patient's body afterwards, any scratches, bites, bruises, or any sign that you have been using them for your own twisted pleasure, we will take you out back and shoot you. Do you understand?"

I mean. Fuck. They were offering me a job as a cub fuck toy. I didn't need a goon putting a gun to my head to stay in line. No way was I going to screw this up for myself.

"Do you have any questions?" one of the doctors asked.

I wanted to ask 'how soon do I start' but I just meekly shook my head. I was a good little boy. They could trust me. I tried to give off my best trustworthy, good boy aura but the sneers of disgust around the room didn't soften.

"You will be put up in government housing and provided with basic needs," an intelligence officer said. "You are strictly forbidden from leaving your apartment or communicating with the outside world. This is a treatment plan for desperate parents and we don't need the media or public opinion weighing in on it."

I was pretty much a shut-in anyway, so I had no problem with the lockdown.

What worried me, as I got used to living in the small but comfortable government apartment, was how long I was going to have to wait in between calls.

Lucky for me the problem really IS growing rapidly, so I think only a day or two went by before I had my first knock at the door. When I opened it, some intelligence goons swarmed me and hooded me so they could stick me in a van and drive me to the first site.

Once we arrived at our destination they pulled off the hood and pointed me toward a two-story house they had parked across the street from.

"The front door is unlocked. Walk in, go up the stairs, look for the pink door. The doctors have determined that this is the optimal day of the patient's heat cycle for the mating to occur," one of the officers said, keeping things professional. I almost didn't hear any disgust in his voice. Almost. "Make sure she gets water and nutrient gel at regular intervals. When her instincts are satisfied her body will cut off her adrenaline and she will fall asleep. That is your sign the treatment was a success. Once you've confirmed this, call the number on this paper using their land line and await  extraction."

He shoved a slip of paper into my paw and opened the van door, practically kicking me out to the curb.

Not that I needed any prodding. I was really going to go mate with a cub in heat. I kept thinking this was some kind of bizarre psychological torture they had devised for cub lovers, and it would end with my execution. But, as I walked up to the door I heard the van drive away behind me. So, at the very least the goons who brought me there weren't going to off me.

I let myself in, still half-expecting to run into an angry family or more government officers, but the entryway was empty and the lights on the main floor were off. Barely containing my excitement, I rushed up the steps to the second floor two at a time. The hall light was on, illuminating several closed doors including a pink one at the end of the hall.

Beyond the door I found a room decorated in pink. There was a small desk with a backpack on it, a low dresser piled high with plush dolls and, sitting up in a pink-sheeted bed, there was a tiger cub. She looked at me with half-lidded, yellow eyes that seemed only half-focused.

"Dad?" she asked, as soon as I opened the door. But then she saw me. "Who are you?" Her voice was curious and contained no fear. She sounded dazed, half-awake. The doctors had said the flush of hormones and other chemicals brought on by heat had a powerful effect on cubs. I wasn't sure she was fully registering the situation at all.

"Uh, hi, I'm here to help," I said, awkwardly, as I slowly crossed the room to her bed. She didn't react to my approach except to folow me sleepily with her big, yellow eyes. "I'm here to help you feel better."

"Okay," she said, nodding slowly.

I looked down at her from her bedside. She was a beautiful little tigress, still with the fuzziness and plumpness of cubhood making her look soft and cuddly. Her black stripes stood out vibrantly against her fluffy orange fur, and even more brilliantly against the creamy white of her neck. She was wearing light yellow pajamas so I couldn't see any more of how the stripes looked on her chest and tummy, but I certainly wanted to.

I wasn't sure how to proceed. She had no idea what was going on, was barely there at all, so I couldn't exactly ask her to get herself ready. The doctors had also said the cubs might resist mating with me due to sensing my infertility. I'm a bit of a romantic, and hardly a rapist, but I didn't have much of a choice in the situation.

They had given me some drugs to fight against the heat scent. There was danger of me injuring a cub if I went full hormonal beast mode like some males do when they smell heat pheremones. But, even through the drugs, her scent as I got close to her made my head spin. It was almost obscene, for such an alluring, adult scent to be drifting off of such an innocent-looking cubling.

I decided to give in to instincts. It was the only way this was going to work.

Reaching out, I undid the buttons of her pajama top. First and foremost, I wanted to see her soft white chest and belly. She didn't resist as I peeled off her top. I slid onto the bed, taking a good look while I held her pajama top up to my nose and inhaled deeply. As expected, her flat chest and slightly pudgy tummy were adorable. I wanted to take time to trace my fingers across every black stripe crossing her soft whiteness. But her scent was driving me mad. I was hard as an iron pole, my penis screaming for release.

I pushd her back, gently, until her head was resting comfortably on her pillow, and drew her sheets down so I could get at her pajama bottoms. There was the faintest of dark, wet stains on the crotch of her pajamas. The doctors had told me there would be no need for artificial lubricant. I slid off her bottoms, revealing her soft, striped legs. She curled those legs up to help me get her pants off, still watching me with whatever curiosity she could muster in her condition. With her footpaws right in front of my face, I again had the urge to take things slow, tickle and poke at her adorable little toe beans, but the juice that had completely soaked through her underwear took a higher priority in my senses.

Her underwear was thick, more like training pants than something a girl her age would normally be wearing. Perhaps her parents had gotten her some special pairs, knowing she was going to be soaking them on he regular during her heat. They were white, with a cute heart and cloud pattern. And they were almost completely soaked through. I reached under her to undo the button above her tail, then slid her underwear off.

Perhaps instinctively, she curled her fuzzy, striped tail up from under herself to hide her naked privates from me. I wondered if I had hit a wall in our progress, but she didn't protest when I gently moved her tail aside. I even gave it some reassuring strokes which made her slit her eyes in enjoyment.

My first impression of her sex was a patch of her creamy white fur completed matted down with slippery moisture. Then I saw the pinkness of her tiny slit. I could have stared at it for hours. I wanted to lick it, to worship it, to watch her flat little white chest heave up and down as she panted and I drove her to an orgasm.

But I had a job to do and my penis kept reminding me of it. Things were going fine so far, so I decided to just go for it and get the party started. I shucked my pants and got in a good position to lower my throbbing erection down to her level.

It was at that point that she finally reacted. She put one of her little footpaws against my hip and weakly tried to push me away.

"No," she said, a kind of weak little moan. Not frightened, not upset, just letting me know that her body did not want my seed.

"Sorry kitten, I gotta," I said, with real apology in my voice. None of my fantasies had ever been like this. But I wasn't about to back down.

She kicked at me once or twice more until I got my penis in place and then grabbed her footpaws to stop her. She squirmed a little in my grasp and tried to sit up and use her paws to push me, but the angle was awkward for her with me holding her legs up, and she was helpless to resist as I pushed my head through her tiny, moist lips.

I had been expecting to fight against intense tightness and a hymen blocking my way, but whatever hormones were taking over the cub's body had obviously given her some help downstairs. Her vaginal muscles were competely relaxed and loose and the whole thing was so drenched with her lube that I was able to actually slide through a hole in her hymen with only a minor tearing feeling, and drive myself balls deep in a single thrust.

We both gasped, comically sharing the same shocked look on our faces as our eyes met. She had stopped squirming and seemed frozen in surprise at the sudden feeling of me inside her. I tried pulling back, and gasped again. While the journey inward was smooth as silk, as soon as I tried to pull my dick out of her her walls hugged me like they were trying to milk me. It was so intense I felt blood rushing to my head (as in, my actual head, not the other one) and the room spun a little. I had never experienced a sexual feeling like it before, it was almost too powerful. Thrusting in again, I pulled back and had to fight to catch my breath as again her tiny vaginal muscles wrung my member like a sponge on the way out.

She was breathing open-mouthed, gasping for air as my deep penetrations pounded her. But she wasn't crying or struggling, she was looking up at me with those big half-closed, tired eyes with a silent plea. I was giving her body what it needed, and on some instinctual level she understood that. She wanted me to fill her.

Clenching my teeth, I worked out a good rhythm. On the thrust I would go as deep as I could, deep enough to push the air out of her. Then, on the way out I would take it slow so the squeezing didn't overwhelm me. Instead, I began to enjoy the thirsty suckling of her vagina on each pull.

Her bed creaked as I used her soft, curled legs as leverage to pick up the pace, slapping my balls against her plushy striped butt with each deep thrust. She panted in time with my thrusting, the kind of sexual panting you would never expect to hear coming from the tiny throat of a cubling.

I felt the rush building inside of me. It was coming.

The cub must have sensed what was coming instinctually, because she started to squirm again.

"No!" she squeaked, louder and more insistent this time. "Stop! No!"

Her body was telling her she didn't want my dead seed, but somehow that same dead seed would satisfy her heat instincts. Again, I spoke with sincere apology in my tone.

"Sorry. Kid." I grunted, as I rushed through the last few thrusts, letting the full force of a quick withdrawal squeeze wash through me.

Then I came. A lot. I thrust in as deep as I could go and emptied myself into her. I slowly pulled my throbbing dick backwards, letting her squeezing action milk me, before slamming it home again to spurt even more as deep as I could get it. Her whole body scrunched up, her arms and legs curling, her eyes shutting tight. The spasms of ejaculation were so powerful in me I shook both our bodies each time I pumped another spurt inside her.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled out. I winced each time her walls clenched on my dick, which was tender and flaccid post-ejaculation. Her body relaxed once I was out, unclenching and uncurling. Her insides were doing a good job holding all of my sperm, as I only saw a tiny bead or two leak out of her hole.

I sat back for a moment to look at what I had done. There was only a bit of a smear of blood on one side of her sex from the little tears I had put in her hymen, and just a few beads of cum. Considering how violent it had all felt, especially at the climax, I was surprised at how well her cub hole had taken it.

She was breathing hard, but had returned to a neutral position, her legs and arms uncurled. Her hooded eyes were watching me. There was no pain, no fear, nothing negative in those eyes. Just the same tired curiosity and invitation as I had seen from the first moment. Her body told her she wanted more, so she signalled that to me silently.

I figure things would get pretty boring if I gave you a play-by-play of each round that night. By the time I had taken a good look at her I was already hard and ready to go again. I turned her on her side for the second time, then rolled her onto her stomach so I could sink my fingers into her plushy butt cheeks and twirl my paw in her fuzzy tail while I pounded her from behind for our third go.

It was after the third time that I decided she needed a break. I pulled out a water bottle and broke the seal. She seemed content to let me do everything for her, so I sat her up and pushed the bottle to her lips. She drank greedily, gulping between deep, panting breaths. Hearing the little noises from her throat and seeing her little pink tongue darting out into the bottle now and then made me really wish it was my dick she was sucking on rather than a bottle. I wondered idly if I'd get dinged for doing some fellatio with her, but then shivered when I remembered that 'getting dinged' in this case would mean getting a bullet through my head. Best not to chance it. Maybe I could ask one of the doctors next time I saw them. They seemed less likely to beat the shit out of me just for asking.

After she drained most of the bottle of water, I took out one of the nutrient jelly packs. It was fruit-flavored, and she gulped this down just as hungrily as she did the water. I must have squeezed to hard at one point, though, because she jerked her head back and coughed. A glob of jelly dribbled onto her chin. She tried to stick her tongue out to lap it up, but it was at an odd angle and she couldn't quite get it. Seeing such a cub-like action as her comically trying to lick food off her own chin reminded me what I was dealing with. This was a young cub, definitely too young to be smelling of musky sweat and cum. Her adorable actions tugged at my heartstrings, but also at my dick.

Leaning in, I licked the jelly off her chin. Then, unable to resist, I continued by sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her saliva was sweet with the fruity flavor of the jelly, and I enjoyed a hot breath or two as she breathed around my kiss.

But then I pulled back, suddenly ashamed. She hadn't kissed me back, her rough tongue had tangled limply with mine because it was in the way, nothing more. What was I expecting from a cub? This wasn't a romantic encounter. No matter how I or my dick felt about it, this was a medical treatment on a semi-responsive patient.

I couldn't completely pull away, though. Her round face was just so adorable, and I could have watched the movements of her tongue all night. I sat and pulled her up onto me, facing me. With my arms around her waist I gently guided her until she sat down on my shaft and it slid balls deep into her. Squeezing my paws into her plushy butt cheeks, I started sliding her up and down, fucking her while I watched her face from close-up.

At first she kept her big yellow eyes fixed on me, but only for a few moments. Then she closed her eyes and laid her head against me, each panting breath forced out when I rammed her down on me tickling my chest.

That time when I came I sensed something off. She squirmed more than normal, making wordless noises of discomfort, and I felt cum spurting out around my shaft.

When I pulled out I saw that she had a lump beneath her belly that hadn't been there before, and a much larger quantity of cum was leaking out of her hole. Apparently I had filled her to capacity. It made sense, considering how much she milked me and retained every single drop.

I laid her on her back and gently but firmly pressed down on the lump, pushing toward her privates. As I pushed, a gush of cum poured out, running in a clumpy white rivulet down over her ass and onto a towel I had spread out beneath us earlier. I did this a few times until the lump was gone and there was quite a lot of cum on the towel.

With her once again open for business, I got back to it.

After a few more of my orgasms she sat up, slowly, and reached out to tug on my arm with her little paw. This was the first time she had done anything on her own initiative the whole night, so it surprised me.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said, her voice a tired whisper.

Of course. She had slammed that water and the sex and cum flushing had probably got her bladder in a twist. I seriously doubted whether she would be able to stand and walk on her own, so I picked her up and princess-carried her to the little bathroom attached to her room.

As soon as I sat her down on the toilet she let out a long sigh and I heard the squirting, splashing sound of a high-pressure pee stream.

Reaching down, I slid her knees apart so I could watch it happen.

Okay, yes, I'm a voyeur. Does that make me worse than a cub fucker?

Her pee was bright yellow, meaning she was probably still a little dehydrated despite the bottle of water, and it was heavily scented with her heat pheremones. In fact, putting my face close to watch meant that I got blasted with quite a powerful wave of that delicious, sensual musk.

I didn't wait for her to finish or wipe. Taking hold of her legs, I pushed her crotch up and hunched my crotch down and I pounded her right there on the toilet. I felt some of her hot pee dribble out and run down my shaft and balls as I slammed her. She didn't seem to mind too much, and submitted quietly despite the odd and probably uncomfortable position. Droplets of pee, her lube and my cum dripped erratically into the toilet water as I pounded her desperately, driven half-mad by the scent from her urine.

When the time came to finish I spread her legs far apart so I could jam myself as deep as I could go and empty myself for the umpteenth time that night into her full womb.

Panting, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to myself, lifting her gently off the toilet. She took a deep breath, then let out a deep sigh. For the first time that night her heart, which I could feel beating against my chest, slowed. She rested her cheek against my chest, and became dead weight in my arms. At last she was asleep.

Awkwardly, I rocked her as I carried her back to her bed. It felt silly to perform such a normal cub comforting action after everything I had done to her, but it also felt right, somehow. The heat was over. She was just a little, sleeping cub now.

I got things cleaned up with some towels and got her into a clean pair of the thick panties, since I imagined she'd be leaking cum for a while. Then I got her back into her pajamas and tucked her in.

Though the sensual scents of musk and cum still hung in the air, the scene was suddenly one of a normal cub's room. The little tiger was sleeping as peaceful as an angel with a tiny, content smile on her lips. I picked up one of her plush dolls and slid it into her arms and she hugged it to herself.

Pulling up a chair, I sat by her bedside and just watchd her for a few minutes.

I had just had sex with this cub. Many, many times. I had been turned on by her and ejaculated within her. I had fantasized about stuffing my cock in her mouth. I had watched her pee.

But, because I had done that, she was going to be okay. She wouldn't remember the ordeal and would be happy and healthy in no time.

It was a strange feeling. The guilt and self-loathing warring with a strange sense of accomplishment from having helped heal a cub.

Unable to reconcile my thoughts, I dressed, went downstairs and phoned for my extraction.

Despite my exhaustion from the nonstop fucking, it took me a very long time to get to sleep that night.