Predatory Cubs Part 1 The rev of a large city bus vibrated the golden body of a field mouse. Young, barely ten years old, yet wise beyond his years. Devious and malicious, his eyes were unsurprising fixated on the innocent looking, little squirrel girl sitting across from him. The two cubs bounced in their seats as the bus jerked. They were alone, the back of the bus vacant during the late evening. The squirrel, confused at first as the intentions of the mouse, grew quickly surprised. She, much older than he, was used to quiet and gentle cubs; easily manipulated and preyed upon. She had planned it, to take advantage of the mouse; as was her habit. This mouse, being unsuspectingly bold, flipped the roles. It caught her off guard, his smirk, and that cheeky wink. She wasn’t just flustered, she was incredibly turned on. The mouse, at least two years younger than the older girl, relished in her response. Her reddening cheeks, and her seemingly uncomfortable fidgeting, made him shiver in anticipation. That slender, athletic body of hers, typical of a squirrel, drew in his gaze. Lavender fur, soft and supple, covered most of her body. Creamy, white fur extended down from her muzzle, disappearing behind her baggy, black t-shirt, reappearing again at her exposed belly. He continued to study her vigorously, licking his lips with a latent, sexual hunger. Little cubs would normally buckle under the squirrel’s gaze alone, turning them into a malleable putty; easily taken for a ride. This mouse did not. Not wanting to be outdone by some brat, she spread her legs apart, revealing her pretty pink panties past the hem of her skirt. She smirked, making sure he could see all the details. Her panties were tight against her frame, sinking into the lips of her delicate flower. They revealed a little more than she was expecting, her wet folds nearly on full display. The mouse, however, did not complain. He snorted, huffing hotly as he stared down between her legs. His pants felt tight, his cock growing steadily. The mouse unfaltering, without even so much as a blush. His confidence, and many years of sexual experience, made an interaction like this a breeze for the little predatory mouse. No girl was safe from him. This one, to his surprise, seemed just as eager as he. But, his stiff cock didn’t let him dwell on such things. The mouse is much too distracted by her little cub pussy to see how impressed she was. She had expected him to become a blushing, flustered mess. The spread was her secret weapon, never before had it failed against a male, much less a horny, young boy. She giggled and squeaked, her lips spreading into a joyous smile. What a treat he was, this little mouse, but she would not let him win their little game so easily. She pushed her paw into her skirt, fingers rubbing up and down her soaked panties. This will get him... She thought, so sure of herself. She gave him a knowing, bucktoothed grin. His eyes widened, heart racing, thumping wildly against his chest. Without any hesitation, he pulled his pants down to his knees, underwear and all. He didn’t even bother looking to see if anyone was watching, his cock standing erect for the whole world to see. It throbbed, near painfully, begging for release. His small paw wrapped around his per-pubescent length, barely enough to fill his palm. He stroked himself, up and down, his foreskin revealing his leaky tip with each pass. You naughty cub... He thought to himself, as his paw worked faster against his shaft. The squirrel bit her lip, watching his paw work that little cock. Her eyes wandered around his pelvis, taking in his most intimate of areas. Golden fur wrapped around his thighs, making way for the creamy white that surrounded his furry, little balls. They jiggled with each wet plap of his paw, ready and willing to empty. Above his shaft, a patch of golden fur had begun to grow. Spurred on by his lustful show, she tugged her panties down to her knees. She slid two fingers easily into her wet pussy, pumping them in and out. She squeaked and moaned, stifling herself with a free paw. She shivered with growing pleasure, her bushy tail flailing behind her. She pulled her fingers out of her clenching walls, to spread her folds for the horny mouse. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her little cunt, his face awash with a hot blush. She felt satisfied right then, her fingers moving back into her tight sex. The mouse, enthralled with this once innocent looking girl, found himself edging closer to orgasm. In this unfamiliar position, masturbating with a cub in public, one just as sexually malicious and bold as he. The thought made him shiver with pleasure, his skinny, rope like tail wrapping slowly around his thigh; to squeeze and knead. I’m going to fuck that tight, little pussy... He wanted it. His eyes still wide, watching her clawed fingers expertly slide in and out. He sniffed the air... He could smell her wafting scent. A familiar rodent smell, harsh, yet overwhelmingly intoxicating. His free paw grabbed his other thigh, squeezing down roughly as he began to beat his cock faster. Pre-cum stained his paw, his lewd, wet echoes filling the back of the bus. She wanted it. That small cock inside her, filling her cub pussy full of hot mouse cum. She worked her sex faster and faster, heart racing, tail swishing. She was so close, closer than he, the situation too much for her to handle. That devious, handsome mouse... She came! Her toes curling and cracking, legs spreading wider apart; pussy clamping down on her fingers. She pulled out with a wet shlick, her soaked fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she splattered hot girl cum all over her skirt and seat. The mouse couldn’t believe his eyes. He was dumbstruck, paralyzed, mouth agape as he watched this little girl splatter cum all over the bus seat. She actually did it... He bit his lip, his little legs shaking uncontrollably as an unbelievable pleasure flowed through his body. He rubbed himself with equalled vigour, bringing forth a frightfully powerful orgasm. His paw squeezed down on his thigh, his claws digging into his skin as the first strands of hot, white cum shot across his heaving chest. The squirrel rode the last of her orgasm while watching the little boy squirm, his tiny prick shooting a surprising amount of cum. It turned her on something fierce. Had they been anywhere else, she would have fucked him right then. She made sure he had a good view of her spent pussy while the last of his orgasm shook his body. She couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute when he was having an orgasm... Their shared climax waned, both cubs panting hotly; bathing in that sweet afterglow. The squirrel recovered first, catching her breath. ‘I’m Lyra...’ ‘Timothy...’ Their eyes met, their paws and bodies still soaked in their respective sexual fluids. Timothy pulled his pants up first, despite his cummy cock. He didn’t bother cleaning the shots across his shirt, leaving them in full view for anyone to see. He zoomed over to sit next to Lyra, setting his book bag down next to his feet. Lyra had pulled her panties up as he sat next to her. She didn’t worry about the puddle at her feet, or the one she currently sat in. She shifted to look at him, their snouts almost touching. ‘Hey.’ Her sweet breath washed across his muzzle. It reignited his arousal, which wasn’t hard to do for a boy his age. She squeaked as he grabbed her wrist, bringing her soaked paw to his nose, to huff in her glorious scent. ‘Oooh, f-fuck. That’s good.’ ‘You little brat!’ She flicked his nose, pulling her paw back. ‘Is this how you treat every cub you meet?’ She smirked, knowing his answer already. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not surprising. A handsome little boy like you? I bet they can’t resist.’ ‘They can’t, at least not for very long.’ He looked her up and down. ‘You’re very pretty. Not as young as me... But, I bet you use your looks to draw in boys, maybe even adults. I like that.’ She scoffed, but felt warmed by the compliment. ‘And you don’t?’ ‘Not adults,’ He said, wistfully. ‘I’m into cubs, but, to be fair... I wouldn’t mind playing with some grown perverts.’ ‘Just cubs, then? Trying to take advantage of little girl like me?’ ‘Of course. You’re beautiful. I wanted to fill you full of my cubs the moment I saw you.’ Lyra blushed again. This little boy was definitely on a crusade to push all her buttons. She decided right then she would get revenge. She leaned in close, breathing into his dishy ears. ‘You’re welcome to try.~’ She kissed his ear, nibbling along the hem. ‘Next time we meet.’ She pulled away, smirking at his flushed and shivering demeanour. Yeah, those ears are definitely erogenous. The bus came to a sudden halt, nearly forcing the two cubs to connect, muzzle to muzzle. As much as Lyra wanted to kiss his cute face, she held off, hoping up; leaving a puddle behind on the seat. ‘It’s my stop, handsome.’ Timothy eagerly followed her down the aisle, making extra sure the bus driver could see his messy shirt. He winked at him before hurrying after Lyra, leaving the bus driver a flustered, wide-eyed mess. ‘Wait up!’ ‘You’re like a puppy.’ ‘I can’t help it. You’re amazing.’ She stopped abruptly, letting the young boy bump into her back. She turned, watching him rub his nose. Her paw was still slick with her fluids, her devious grin reappearing across her face. She wiped it across his cheek, smearing her cum into his fur. ‘H-hey!’ ‘Got a problem?’ She teased. Timothy wiped his cheek, bringing the mess to his nose to sniff in that amazing scent. ‘No...’ ‘I thought not. Perv.’ ‘Says the perv.’ She flicked his nose and huffs. ‘You have a mouth on you, brat.’ ‘And you have a pussy and tits. What about it?’ She opened her mouth to reply, but she thought better of it. She was far more experienced than he. She wouldn’t fall into his games. ‘We’ll settle this later. For now, I have to get home.’ She shifted her bag anxiously. ‘But, maybe we can get together again. Here,’ She handed him a piece of paper. ‘It has my number on it. Text me, k?’ She turned, swishing her tail and rear a little more than was socially acceptable for a cub her age. Timothy couldn’t help but stare at her swaying hips, and that amazingly, impossibly fluffy tail... He watched her disappear around a corner, sighing with flustered heart flutter. The sun had begun to set by the time Timothy pushed open his front door. He couldn’t take his mind off of Lyra. Each thought becoming lewder than the last. He had to hide the tent he had on full display, not wanting to show off to his own parents, at least not yet... After some pleasantries, and a bite to eat, he excused himself. The walk to his room felt like it took an eternity, his heart racing. He sloppily typed Lyra’s number into his phone, his paws shaking with excitement. After a dozen tries, he finally got her information written into his contacts. He gulped, feeling real nervousness, something very uncommon for a cub such as he. He mulled over what to send to her. A greeting? A dick pic? Both? He squirmed and flopped around in his bed, ending up sprawled without pillows. He stared up at the ceiling, his heart fluttering. Time would pass, his thoughts swimming with the events of the day. He grew hot, nearly panting. He took his shirt off, then his pants. He lay in his underwear, his tiny cock poking up against the fabric. A wet spot spread, his arousal clouding his mind. She was perfect. In every way. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm his beating heart. What do I say to a girl like her... Frustrated, he slid off his bed, walking to his door to lock it. It was the dead of night now, his thoughts having killed too much time. He shook his head, pulling his underwear down to his feet. He kicked them away, his little cock bouncing, erect and leaking. He gasped as he wrapped his paw around it, squeaking and shivering as he began to stroke. That tiny pussy... That sleek, squirrel body... Her scent! That harsh, delicious scent... So young... So naughty. ‘Unf~, F-fuck!’ He squirmed, his little cock splattering hot strands of cum across his paw and floor. He fell back against the door, panting heavily as the last of his cum spilled out onto his paw, dripping steadily to carpet below. ‘Damn...’ The mess at his feet would be hard to clean up, especially that late at night. He sighed, letting his cum covered cock hang down between his legs. He brought his messy paw to his face, to huff in his own scent. He happily cleaned the mess, swallowing as much of his own cum as he could. The brief moment of release snapped him back to reality. He wiped the floor with a nearby towel, leaving the rest for morning. He flopped into bed, his paws feeling around the darkness for his phone. He stared at Lyra’s number, nervousness creeping back into his mind. He bit his lip, his fingers typing out a quick message. ‘Hey. It’s Timothy.’ His finger hovered over send. He was overreacting, he knew it, but this girl... She was something else. It had to be perfect. He lost his grip on the phone, the screen smacking his face as it fell to the bed. He rushed to pick it back up, his heart sinking. The messaged had sent. Only mere seconds had passed, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the messenger. Then a minute. He grew paranoid, a worried pit growing in his stomach. She doesn’t want to talk... But, there at the bottom of the screen read “seen”. His eyes lit up. She got his message. The text bubble popped up. He waited as she wrote her message, fear rising. ‘Hey, stud. ;)’ He smirked, his previous fears and anxiety immediately washing away. He sighed in relief, finding a pillow to lay back against. It was late, but he had all the time in the world to give to Lyra. A sleepy day at school would be worth every moment.