CW: VERY LIGHT SCAT, 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.

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On a cool Saturday morning, Janet pulled up at the administrative building of her sons preschool, parking her minivan right next to the front door in the nearly deserted lot. The tall marten lady stepped out of the vehicle and went around to open the rear passenger door. In the back, strapped into his carseat, was her three-year-old son Nicky, dressed in a white shirt under a pair of overalls, fiddling with a bright green tablet computer.

Janet smiled at her little boy as she started unbuckling his straps. "You ready to go meet the principal, Nicky?"

He looked up from the edutainment game on his tablet and frowned. "Mommy, I wanna keep playing."

Janet nodded at him and said, "You can bring it inside as long as you pause when we have need to talk to you. Can you do that for me, hon?" The little boys frown shrunk a little, and he nodded. His mother continued, "Now spread your legs, I want to make sure we make a good impression." At that Nicky's frown grew larger, but he obediently spread his legs.

Janet peered between his overall-clad thighs, seeing first the bulge of his genitals, then a little below that another, smaller lump. She reached between her little boys legs and pressed a finger against the second one, eliciting a small groan as she pushed the hidden rubber toy up into his anus from where it had slipped out a little. It must have drug a little, as Nicky mumbled, "Owie momma..."

Janet leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "All done, honey, I just had to make sure you looked good for the principal. Let's go!" With that, she lifted him up out of the car seat, ignoring his small protest as his game was interrupted, and set him on the pavement, reaching down for a moment to tug his shirt down. She closed the door, then shooed him in front of her as she headed for the office.

The door was locked, unsurprising for a Saturday. She knocked politely, and a moment later she saw a face flash behind the reinforced glass, then heard the deadbolt move and stepped back as the door swung open to reveal a genial looking male falcon in a polo shirt and slacks. He gestured for them to step in, and Janet pulled the door a little further open and gently swatted Nicky to remind him to step inside.

As they did so, the falcon stepped to a wooden door near the entrance and pulled it open. "Good morning, Mrs. Landry, I appreciate your willingness to come by on a weekend. I'm sure you have things to do, and as I stated on the phone this is not a critical meeting, I just think there are some things about your son's behavior that we should discuss sooner rather than later." Listening, Janet followed him through the door and into a small but nicely appointed administrative office, where the bird stepped behind the desk and settled into his seat, while the marten lady lifted her son up, set him in one of the two leather chairs on the near side, and took a seat in the other.

As she sat down Janet replied, "Of course, Mr. Preston. I'll always make time when it comes to my son, and for my part I'm glad you were willing to meet on a weekend, it's not a luxury school officials frequently offer."

She smiled, and the principal smiled back as he said, "Not at all, Mrs. Landry, I had a specific reason for it in fact. By the way, you can call me Stewart."

Janet nodded, "Thanks! And you can call me Janet." She paused for a moment, then continued "Why was a weekend important?"

Stewart spread his hands. "You'll notice nobody is here except us. I felt, given the problems your son is having, that he would be more comfortable without-" he chuckled, "-so much of an audience. You see, Nicky is very shy."

Janet sighed, nodding. "Yes, I'm not surprised to hear that." She glanced over at her son, immersed in his counting videogame, and went on. "He's always been a little reserved, even with family, and that's part of why I got him into preschool as early as possible. I thought more social exposure might help. I hope he hasn't been..." she frowned for a moment, "...completely isolated?"

The bird shook his head, "No, no, he talks to classmates, and he's been intimate with me, but there are a few things he seems reluctant about, and we don't have a practice of confronting children about sexual behavior at this age without their parents present."

He stood up and paced slowly as he continued, "He doesn't masturbate during class, although he does have to be cleaned up a couple times a day so we know there aren't any, you know, functional problems. His teacher doesn't recall him having volunteered for him during lunch break, which almost all the other children have, and he doesn't go to the bathroom with any of his classmates."

As he finished the list, he settled back into his chair. "These are developmental steps that certainly could happen at any age, but..."

Janet finished his sentence for him. "...it's much better if they start young, yes, I had the same hope." She sighed, reaching over to ruffle her sons headfur, eliciting an irritated little growl as she distracted him. "I agree, this is something we should work on. He's certainly been active with family, but maybe he has more trouble with strangers." She looked back at the falcon. "What do you think we should do?"

Stewart nodded and said, "I have the feeling that he has mostly only had sex with lone family members, do you think that's true?" Janet nodded, and the bird continued, "Then I suspect he has trouble performing in a group setting, and perhaps we could help him deal with his feelings here and now, to prime the pump as it were." He held out his open hand, "Assuming you have no personal discomfort doing that with me?"

Janet smiled and shook her head. "Not at all, Mr. Preston, it feels like you've made a safe environment for this and I hope he'll feel the same." As the falcon nodded, Janet turned to her son, still staring at his videogame, and reached down to touch his head gently. "Nicky, honey, can you pause that now? The principal and I need to talk to you."

The little marten boy groaned, but obediently pressed the lock button on the tablet. Janet gently pulled it from his paws and set it on the desk in front of them. "Hon, the principal says you've been having some trouble fitting in at school." Nicky didn't look up at her, but nodded slightly. Janet went on, "Well, we want to make you feel a little better about that. You want to have fun with your classmates and your teacher, right?" The little boy hesitated, then nodded again.

The tall marten woman reached down and slipped her paws under Nicky's arms, encouraging him to stand up as she continued, "Mister Preston and I are going to have sex with you now. It's okay to do with other people, and I know you know that, and we hope after this you'll feel better about it. Is that alright, honey?" At this, Nicky lifted his head and looked at her, his mouth a little agape, and Janet knew he wanted to protest, but she was already reaching around to pop the clasps on his overalls loose. She lifted the straps from his shoulders, then tugged his shirt off over his head, getting another quiet hum of frustration as her son realized he was not going to be able to go back to his videogames anytime soon.

As Janet helped him out of the legs of his overalls, Stewart started to rise, but Janet gestured for him to sit back down. "If you'll give me a couple minutes, I think I can help him relax." The falcon paused, then sat back down, nodding as he accepted a mothers wisdom. By now Nicky was naked except for a pair of white and red briefs, which Janet quickly slipped off of him, leaving the little boy standing buck naked in the principal's office.

Under the small marten's tail a bright red rubber plug was barely visible. Janet pulled him back towards her and guided him down onto the chair between her legs, and as he came to rest on it he let out a shaky, pleasured moan as the thick bulge of the toy hidden inside of him pressed into his little prostate. Almost immediately his tiny sheath began to plump, but his mother didn't leave it at that, reaching around her little boy and finding both of his tiny nipples with her fingertips.

As her fingers squeezed down on his little nips, Nicky yipped in protest and tried to scoot away from her. "Mommy--" he began, but Janet shushed him and pulled him back onto the chair, cooing "Honey, honey, shhh, just be a good boy for mommy." He groaned in frustration but sat obediently, biting his lip to stifle his little yips as his mothers fingers pinched and squeezed his nipples, his little child penis stiffening quickly in his sheath and starting to poke out.

A moment later, two inches of slim preschooler penis were sticking out of Nicky's sheath, and his mother reached down to lift his hand and guide it towards his hard little shaft. Nicky reluctantly slid his fingers around his cock, knowing how this was meant to go. He shuddered as he squeezed his little dick, looking down at the floor as he started slowly stroking his tapered shaft.

His mother paused in her treatment of his nipples for a moment to reach under his muzzle and gently push his chin up, whispering, "Honey, look at your principal."

Nicky gasped and stopped stroking for a moment. "Mommy, I don't wanna..."

Janet nipped her sons ear gently and whispered, "Please, Nicky, be a good little boy, we'll get ice cream afterwards." As she made the promise she heard her son groan, yet felt his resistance loosen up, and knew she'd won, guiding her sons gaze up until he locked eyes with the kind avian face of his school administrator. In the meantime the bird had apparently unzipped his own pants, since she could see his shaft peeking over the edge of the wooden desk, bobbing slightly as he stroked himself. He smiled back at the little boy, not saying anything, just keeping himself hard while Nicky's mother did her work.

The marteness went back to pinching her sons nipples, and the preteen moaned anew and returned to stroking his little penis. She started gently rocking him in the seat and felt him shuddering in her lap as the plug ground against his hidden boy gland. His young body was only barely familiar with this kind of sensation, but his muscles knew what to do. His jaw dropped a little and she heard him start making little huffs as he got closer, but she saw his gaze starting to wander down again, and with a soft touch on the underside of his muzzle she guided him back up to stare right into his teachers eyes, knowing how invasive this felt from when she had to do it as a little girl.

Nicky probably felt trapped, being forced to share this moment of intimacy with a near stranger, but his mother kept his gaze locked right on the bird's own, making him see the man's kind gaze and watch his beak part with pants as he rubbed himself. The little boys strokes got shorter and quicker, and as Janet pinched his little nips harder she felt him tense up, then shudder, and she looked down to see his little shaft twitching over and over, although his immature balls couldn't produce anything. The preteen went limp after his dry orgasm, and his mother let go of his nipples and slid her arms further around him to keep him from slumping forward as he caught his breath.

The falcon paused in his stroking as he watched the little boy orgasm, nodding in approval. After a couple moments had passed, he softly spoke. "Good work, Mrs. Landry, it seems like he enjoyed that." He smiled as he stood up, revealing the moderately sized, tapered pink shaft hanging from his feathered sheath, his pants no longer in view indicating he'd stepped out of them behind the desk. "I'm going to get something to drink while he rests up, is that alright?" Janet nodded, and the falcon stepped past them and out of the office.

Janet held her heaving son for a few moments until he started to catch his breath, and as she felt him try to slide off the chair she let go, allowing him to slip down onto his own feet. He turned around, looking at the floor. "Th-thanks mommy," he said, his schooling having taught him well that every orgasm deserved a thank-you. "Can I go back to my game?"

Janet shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry honey, you'll be able to soon, but we have a few more things we have to take care of first, okay?" Nicky looked even further down and groaned as he kicked at the floor. "Okay, Mommy..."

At that moment the falcon reappeared at the door with a bottle of sparkling water and a small juice box. He offered the juice box to Nicky, who brightened up considerably, snatched it from his feathered hands and started fiddling with the straw. The falcon sat on the edge of his desk, his semi-soft shaft still hanging from his sheath, unscrewed the cap on the Perrier and took a swig, offering it afterwards to Janet. The marteness wordlessly thanked him and took a drink herself, and then they all sat or stood while Nicky quietly slurped down the apple juice.

When he was done, he turned and handed the empty box to the falcon, hesitating a moment before saying, "Thank you, Mr. Preston." The falcon smiled and nodded. "You're welcome, Nicky." He then looked back at Janet. "Do you think we should move on to sex?"

Janet nodded even as Nicky stiffened up. She knew he knew the word and what it meant, and she knew he was reluctant in this setting, but it wasn't going to hurt him, he just needed some confidence. She reached down and set her hands on both his shoulders reassuringly and said, "Honey, Mr. Preston wants to have sex with you. You've done that before, right?" Nicky swallowed, then nodded, and his mother continued. "Well, you've done it with him, and with me, so why not do it together?"

Nicky stared at the floor wordlessly, but before he could get too deadlocked, his mother leaned in to one of his tiny round ears and whispered, "Ice creeeeam." That was all it took, and the little marten perked up and nodded. Anything for ice cream.

His mother grinned, stood up and put her hands under his arms, lifting him up onto the wooden desk, which she realized had been cleared off in preparation for this. Nicky knew what to do - he immediately settled down onto his crossed arms and propped his rear up in the air, lifting his stubby tail to expose the entire base of the bright red plug in his rump, which was just about at the right height for Stewart, who stepped up behind him and gently slid the scaly tips of his fingers around the base of the toy.

Nicky stiffened up as his anus was tugged on, but the falcon was very experienced with young children and knew to go slow. He rotated the toy just a little, not pulling on it yet, letting Nicky's tailhole adjust to something moving inside it. Once he felt the muscles stop spasming, he started pulling slowly on the toy, and a moment later the little boy yelped as the plug popped right out of him. Stewart carefully set it base-down on his desk, then turned to Janet and asked, "Do you keep him plugged full-time?"

Janet assured him, "Oh yes, absolutely, even when sleeping. He's a very good boy about it, and he's stretching out very nicely." The falcon nodded in approval, then lifted his shaft, which had started stiffening again as he touched the boys rump, and pressed it under the marten's tail. Nicky's well-stretched anus had had no time to close up, and with the toy having been lubed that morning he was still plenty slick. All the same, even the moderate endowment of the falcon was a sizable difference to the boys immature anus, but the falcon intended to test his mothers assurance, and he pressed his shaft right under Nicky's tail.

Nicky yipped as the avian shaft slid into him an inch, then the taper of the bird's dick reached the size of his relaxed anus and stopped. The bird pressed in, eliciting a sigh from the boy, then relaxed, and repeated, gently nudging his shaft into the stretchy little boy. Meanwhile, his mother circled around the desk and kneeled down, cooing reassurances at her son. She had never watched anyone other than his father have sex with him, so she was a little anxious, but she trusted this man not to hurt him and needed her son to know that. She leaned in close and kissed his forehead, and the little boy closed his eyes and moaned, "Mommy... he's real big..."

Janet covered up the frown that threatened to show on her face with a smile, and kissed her sons nose. "It's okay, honey, you've done it before. Relax for mommy..." And as the principal pressed harder into his rump, Nicky slid forward a little on the desk, and Janet knew what to do. She leaned down, lifted the little martens snout with her hand, and pressed her muzzle against his, spreading his jaws apart and sliding her tongue into his tiny mouth.

Nicky moaned into her as his mother kissed him, her thick adult tongue filling his mouth as she licked at his tiny adolescent muscle. She could feel his body twitch with every thrust his teacher made under his tail, but she knew he was making progress, and after a few agonizing moments of sucking at her sons tongue, she heard a shuddering moan from Stewart as he buried his shaft the whole way in the little boy.

Janet broke the kiss, patting her son's head as she stood up and looked at the bird. "Good... work, Mr. Preston" she said, a bit breathlessly. The bird smiled and nodded back as he started pulling back, his teeth clenching a little as he replied, "Certainly-- nnf-- and thank you for bringing him here-- he's-- mmm-- a very nice little boy--" As his cock exited the childs rump, he pressed forward again and slid it right back in, Nicky gasping underneath him as the thick adult cock buried itself into his guts again, and the principal started humping away at him.

The little marten gasped and clawed at the edge of the desk as the falcon started fucking his tailhole, his little dick stiff underneath him as his prostate was pounded over and over, there being no room in his tiny rectum for even a medium size adult cock to miss his little lump. The falcon grabbed the little boy firmly, with one hand around his tail and one feathered fist wrapped all the way around his upper leg, and started pulling the little boy back onto his dick, huffing in arousal as he fucked the child's loosened up anus, his orgasm approaching.

Janet saw the little boy start writhing on the desk, trying to reach back and slow down the big bird's humping, but before he could reach him his mother saw his body stiffen up again, and she knelt down a little to see his little penis. Sure enough, it was stiff and twitching, and as the bird pounded an orgasm out of her little boy, he himself started to let out an ear-piercing raptor shriek, before catching himself and biting his tongue, a high pitched whine coming from his throat as he pounded a couple more times into the little boy, then slid his avian shaft all the way inside and held it there, his eyes closing as he inseminated the little boy.

The marteness realized she was panting, her own arousal peaked and her vagina probably dripping as she watched the panting adult bird finish satisfying himself in her son's rump, the little boy huffing for air underneath him as his own orgasm died away. She wondered if she should proposition Mr. Preston afterwards... but he surely had other things to do, so maybe another day.

After a few moments, the bird took a deep breath and stepped back, his penis sliding from under Nicky's tail. The bird exhaled, then said, "Th-thank you, Mrs. Landry, that was... very nice, and I think... we've accomplished... what we came here for." He sat down in one of the chairs to catch his breath.

The boys mother stepped around to the other side of the desk where her son still lay with his rump in the air and glanced at her son's undertail, covered in the falcon's semen. There was no blood, so she picked up the plug from the table, rubbed it in the slime coating her son's anus, and slipped it right back under the marten's tail - eliciting a tired groan of protest, though she figured he didn't even feel it. She sat down in the other chair and waited for everyone to recover.

After a few moments, Nicky started to slide himself off the desk. Janet almost intervened, but the boy dropped down onto the floor and landed on both shaky legs successfully. He turned around and looked at his mother, wiping one paw over his face. "M-mommy... That was... um... pretty okay... thank you." He turned around, picked up his little tablet computer, and turned back, hesitating a moment, then asked, "Can we get ice cream now?"