CW: HEAVY SCAT, VOMITING, GROOMING, CUB

Before reading this, please indulge me by reading this preface.

In the real world, child sexual abuse is among the most heinous behaviors we are capable of. There is no such thing as a healthy sexual relationship with a child because of the power differential and their inability to reason. I find real children utterly sexually revolting, and the fantasy version of a child bears no resemblance to actual adolescent humans, who are simply young, helpless people who will be irrevocably harmed by anything you do with them. If the line between fantasy and reality is at all blurred in your eyes, please seek help.

For my part, I have realized that I am turned on not by the idea of sexualizing children, but by the idea of someone who *would* do that, and how fucked up it is. The idea of someone being turned on by this is hot; the idea of them actually doing it isn't. There's also a fantasy world where it *isn't* harmful to have sex with kids, which is where a lot of cub stories happen, and sometimes that's nice to think about.

This story is set in a world where sex is extremely casual, like something you'd do with an acquaintance at an office party, but only because grooming begins at an extremely young age. As a result, nothing sexual is seen as "dirty" by adults, but kids are still reluctant. Parents feel that this is just because they aren't yet adjusted to ignore their instinctual sense of modesty, and sometimes steps have to be taken to help break through that wall.

In this world there's nothing harmful about scat, vomit, or similar things. Almost everyone is into them, but their bodies and instincts react just like ours do - it's an acquired taste, to be sure, and sometimes it takes some creative help to learn to love them.

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Calvin Jax sat on a chair in front of the preschool class, facing a dozen little boys and girls who were sitting on the floor, and turned the page of the picture book he was reading. The big white hawk only had a page or two left, and everyone in the room was definitely ready to move on, so he wasted no time.

"...the elephant knew he had been angry, but he couldn't remember why. Does anyone remember why he was angry?" He looked out over the room, and all the boys and girls looked back blankly. Maybe none of them could remember, maybe they just wanted this over with, but it made the point all the same. "That's right. Sometimes you get mad, but it's hard to remember why you're mad later. And sometimes that means you shouldn't even be mad anymore." He closed the book and continued from memory, "In fact, that's just what the elephant decided he should do - stop being mad." He clicked his beak to punctuate the sentence, then went on, "So, he went back and joined his friends, and nobody said anything about it. It was like nothing ever happened - but if the elephant hadn't chosen to forgive his friends, everyone would have had a bad day."

All the kids started to stand up before the teacher had a chance to dismiss them, but that was the usual. Mr. Jax set the book down and said, "Alright kids, we're going to take a break before snacktime. Have fun!" As he said it, all the little boys and girls turned around and started rushing for the door to head outside. The one that hung around was Nicky Landry, the shy marten boy.

Calvin waited a moment after everyone else had gone before he said anything, then he gently called out, "Nicky, it's time for break." Nicky frowned and looked at the floor, like he often did. Cal sighed, stood up from his chair, strode over and knelt down next to the sad little marten boy. With the warmest voice he could manage he said, "Nicky, what's wrong? Why don't you want to go out with the other boys and girls?"

Nicky sighed. "Well, Mr. Jax, they'll... they'll want me to go to the bathroom with them."

Cal frowned. "Most kids like doing that together. What's wrong?"

The marten shuffled uncomfortably and didn't answer for a moment, but eventually he said, "I always... spit it up. I make a mess."

Cal nodded. "That's understandable... it takes a while to get used to other peoples mess. You'll spit it up for a while, but it'll get easier." He paused to see if this had any effect on Nicky, but there was no change in the little mustelids posture. Calvin suddenly had an idea, and he reached out to put a feathered paw on the little furred shoulder. "You know what might make you feel better, though? If you liked throwing up more."

At this, Nicky looked up at him, surprised. "I thought throwing up was... was bad? It makes a mess, and you're supposed to hold it down..."

Cal shook his head, "That's one way to deal with it, but vomiting doesn't have to be bad." He put his hands under the boys arms, his attached wings coming with them in a fan of feathers, and stood up lifting Nicky onto his feet. "Why don't you come over here with me and I'll show you." With that, he took Nicky's hand in his and started walking towards the corner of the classroom, where a plastic mat was laid down on the floor. The marten followed reluctantly, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

When they reached the mat, Cal knelt down, but motioned for Nicky to stay on his feet, so their heads were nearly at the same level. "Now," he said, "this is gonna be... a little weird, Nicky, but you trust me, right?" Nicky swallowed, but nodded. The teacher went on, "Okay, now... I'm going to kiss you, alright?" Nicky nodded again. "And whatever happens, don't stop kissing me, alright?" Nicky didn't respond for a couple seconds, then he nodded uncertainly. That was good enough.

Cal slid one of his scaly paws around the back of the pine marten, his wing coming with it, forming a feathered shawl around the boy. It was one of the things that made Cal a great teacher - his wings were like blankets he always had with him to make someone feel better. Pressing his paw against the back of the boys head and pulling him in for a kiss, he felt the marten relaxing a little, and as he turned his head, Nicky opened his muzzle and let the hawks beak slide in to mate with his own.

Cal had never kissed Nicky before, and he could tell the boy had never kissed any other birds from the way his mustelid tongue hesitated after it touched his own. Avian tongues were always a little strange for mammals the first time, he knew, but he pressed deeply into the kiss and licked at the boys mouth and teeth and tongue, making him experience the feeling of the adult birds big muscle probing around his muzzle until he felt the tiny other tongue starting to investigate his own.

They kissed for a good long few seconds like that, and then Cal gently pressed the boys tongue into the bottom of his mouth and held it there. Nicky stood there, still a little tense in his arms, while Cal bore up on his crop. The marten wouldn't have known he was doing anything, but the hawk was working up his regurgitation reflex. It didn't take long, and although he knew the boy wouldn't know what to expect, he gently tapped the back of his head to let him know something was coming, hoping he had guessed.

A moment later, a guttural sound came from the birds throat, and his last meal came pouring into Nicky's mouth. The preteens eyes widened and he tried to pull away for a moment, then he must have remembered the hawks instructions, and he stood still despite what he must have been feeling. Calvin's crop emptied the mashed up, half-digested remnants of a tuna fish sandwich, some black coffee and a good helping of avian stomach acid into Nicky's muzzle, and for a moment Cal felt it just hang there, the boy breathing quickly through his nose, clearly panicking at least a little. The bird slid the hand from the back of Nicky's head to his neck and gently brushed his throat, making it clear what he wanted.

It didn't take right away. He knew this must be new to the kid, and maybe he was panicking a little... but every bird learned it, so a weasel could learn too, he told himself. Sure enough, he felt the boys adams apple shift, a choking noise coming from his throat as he tried to swallow and his body said no, but a moment later he heard Nicky take a deep breath, and then suddenly the cropload of slop was gone, and the boys throat was bobbing, bobbing, and then he felt him pull away, gasping for air, and he let him go. The boy stumbled backwards, heaving and panting as he tried to catch his breath, a drop of yellow slime forming on the fur of his lower lip.

Cal let him breathe, reaching down to adjust his now stiff dick while he waited. Nicky got his breath back and looked back at his teacher, confusion in his eyes. "Th-that was, uhm... why did you do that, Mr. Jax?"

The teacher grinned and pointed down at Nicky's crotch. "You tell me, Nicky." The mustelid followed his pointing finger and saw the little bulge in his pants that meant his tiny mustelid dick was straining against them.

He blushed and looked back up. "Wh-why am I... like that? I wasn't touching myself or anything..."

The hawk shuffled forward on his knees and reached down to slide his fingers around Nicky's little bulge, eliciting a shudder as his fingers stroked across the outline of his tiny shaft. "Because it was intense, Nicky." The little boy looked up at him uncertainly, and he hurried to define the word. "Intense- it was a, um... a BIG experience, right?" The little boy nodded, and Cal went on confidently, "Anything that's a big experience can make you horny- you know, like that," he said, pointing at his crotch. "I'm... kinda surprised your parents didn't teach you that word yet."

Nicky frowned and looked down. "Nah, they... they said it, I just wasn't listening. Now I think I know what you mean." He hesitated for a long moment now, and Cal kept quiet. It looked like he had something to say... and a moment later, he did. "...I think I get horny when I go to the bathroom with other kids."

Calvin nodded with a smile. "Me too. They do too. That's why people eat each others poop," he said, watching Nicky wince as he said it out loud, "because it gets them horny, and everyone likes being horny." He sat back on his haunches and went on, "Now that you know that vomiting can be horny too, maybe you won't feel so bad about doing it. And," he said, reaching out and tilting Nicky's muzzle up to make eye contact, "if you ever get sick in the bathroom, but you can hold it long enough to run in here, I'll always be happy to catch it before you make a mess."

At that, Nicky started smiling back at him. "Thanks, Mr. Jax!" Then he made a face. "It wasn't... it wasn't very tasty, though." He frowned and coughed a little, like he was trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "I don't know what it tasted like..."

Cal replied, "That was stomach acid. Birds taste different than martens inside, 'cause everyone's belly makes different acid. Your mammal friends might taste a little better." He grinned with a realization. "Oh, and there was some coffee in there. I bet you aren't drinking that yet."

Nicky nodded. "Mommy let me try a little, but I didn't like it..." Suddenly his belly rumbled, and he remembered, "Oh... I didn't go out for snack time..."

Cal chuckled, "Sure you did." Nicky looked confusedly back at him for a moment, and Cal reached up and wiped the drop of avian bile off his snout. "This is how birds feed their little boys and girls. Your belly's got a whole sandwich in it now," he said, patting Nicky's stomach.

Nicky looked a little confused again, but nodded, "Yeah, o-okay, I guess I don't really need to go out with everyone..." Then his expression fell. "Oh, man, I bet everyone else is done going to the bathroom, though."

The hawk saw that he was disappointed - here he was, thrilled that he might be able to enjoy bathroom play with his friends again - what kid wouldn't be crestfallen to learn he couldn't play with a new toy for the endless eternity of 24 hours? Maybe... that was easy to fix, though. He stood up and said, "Nicky, if you wanna lay down..."

The little boy stared at him for a second in disbelief. He probably didn't get many requests from adults, except maybe his parents, and then only very carefully. They weren't as intimate as a family, so he would understand if the boy declined... but his expression slowly turned into an uncertain smile, and he started sliding down onto the floor. "S-sure thing, Mr. Jax. I... I think I want to." As he laid his head on the thick carpet, the little marten swallowed, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

Calvin hadn't really thought he'd say yes, and now he wondered if it was a great idea, but he wasn't gonna turn it down. He didn't get this service from children very often, even if he got plenty from his peers, and- hey, maybe the kid would love it. Without wasting any time, he unbuttoned his pants, unsnapped the tailbutton in the back, and dropped them on the floor. He stepped over the marten's waiting face, then knelt down, lifting his tailfan high. He had to adjust a little as he knelt, since he didn't have a good sense of where the boys little muzzle was, but when he felt the cold touch of a nose on his vent, he settled down.

He waited a moment to make sure he could hear Nicky breathing okay, and then he let him have it. His vent puckered as he clenched it, pooching out from under his tail a couple times as he pushed. He paused, worried for a moment, and said, "Nicky, uh- this is gonna be quick. Don't choke." He felt the boys nose rubbing under his tail as he nodded, and then the big hawk pushed again, and his load of slice shot out into Nicky's mouth.

Nicky's body contracted under him as his muzzle instantly filled with the birds entire rectal load, the hot slime overloading his little muzzle instantly. Fortunately he was prepared - and probably more practiced than he let on. As Cal quickly stood up and turned around, he saw the little marten's preteen muzzle hanging open, completely full of chalky white liquid, and then a moment later he saw the fluid bob up and then disappear into the boys throat.
 
The preteen started gasping as he finished choking down the load of liquid feces, shock visible on his face as he sprang up off the floor. "Mr-- Mr. Jax, wh-what happened?" He gagged suddenly, and Cal instantly felt guilty. Had he played a mean trick on the boy? Mammals were usually pretty used to their own tastes, but birds were something different - he knew the sludge he'd dumped in the boys muzzle was like chalky, milky diarrhea, a lot more bitter and frankly revolting the first time you tasted it, and the kid had probably never had someone shit into his mouth anywhere near that quickly before.

Cal swallowed and said, apologetically, "I-I'm sorry, Nicky, I should have told you. Birds are built very different than you are, our poop is, uh, all wet, and we shoot it out all at once instead of slowly- are you okay?" He knelt down next to the boy, concerned, but Nicky suddenly grinned.

"It tasted great!" he beamed, "I like how it's all, uhm... it's like when my tummy is bad and mommy gives me, uh, peppo... bismo?" His expression got a little devious as he shared a secret: "I think most people don't like that stuff, but I think it's tasty. Yours isn't so sweet, but it's okay." He paused for a moment. "And... it was real easy to swallow, I didn't have to chew it. I don't like chewing much."

The hawk relaxed as the boy reassured him. "I'm glad you liked it, Nicky. You know, I don't get a lot of kids who want to go to the bathroom with me, but if you like it, we can do this whenev-" He stopped suddenly as the weasel started looking a little green, and he knew what was coming. The boy suddenly heaved, but before he could throw up, Calvin pressed his beak against the boys muzzle, forced it open with his stubby bird tongue, and held him there.

The marten gagged out a belch into the bird's beak, and then his belly convulsed and the whole load of avian sludge came hurling back into Cal's mouth. The bird effortlessly swallowed it as it came, holding the boy close as he spit up another mouthful, then dry-heaved a couple times.

After a moment Cal let him go and Nicky stepped away from him, once again catching his breath, but looking much more relaxed than he had a moment ago. He let out a shaky sigh, and Cal saw with surprise that the bulge in his pants was gone. Maybe he hadn't liked that, or... The hawk softly spoke. "How was that, Nicky?"

The little boy was clearly exhausted, and he dropped to his knees, sighing. Cal gave him a moment before deliberately catching his eyes, and he spoke up in between breaths. "That- was- real- good, Mr. Jax. I uhm..." He pointed at his crotch with a little embarrassment. "...I think I... what's it called?"

Cal smiled. "You came?" The boy blushed a little and nodded, and Calvin was struck with surprise - he had actually gotten off just from being shit and vomited in. Birdshit, and bird vomit to boot. That was pretty impressive for such a young little mammal. The big hawk teacher shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around Nicky again, hugging him tightly as he said, "That's great, Nicky. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

After they embraced for a few moments, Cal heard the boy's muffled voice say, "Uhm... Mr. Jax... now I'm hungry again..."