As he gripped the hand rail next to him, the wolf shifted nervously on the empty subway seat, glancing down at the travel bag taking up the spot next to him. The ride was smooth, the tracks new and well maintained, but it still felt as though he was about to fall... The rabbit hole of his destination loomed in his future, the bottom as dark and unknowable as the walls of the tunnel outside the windows.
He'd contracted the Cubi virus about five months ago now, according to his doctor, and the changes in him were... Difficult to deal with. He was used to having a high libido; puberty had hit him hard, so the times he'd rely on his own paws to take care of his needs were past the point of counting. He'd even tried out some of the strokers and onaholes (that offered discrete shipping) once he got his own dorm room in college... Those hadn't lasted. 

He broke the first, cheap cock sleeve within a week of the big frat party where he presumed he'd been infected - stretched it out so much it split down the side. The more expensive one lasted almost a month - it was all ribs and nodules inside, with a little pocket at the tip with a vibrator - by far his favorite, but he'd cum so much and so hard that the poor thing just burst apart.
He'd tried to just... ignore it for a while, but his precum kept leaking through his pants, with every lecture collapsing into lewd daydreams and every walk through the hallways leading to awkward stares; a mix of confusion, amusement and lustful hunger written on the faces of passersby.
His breaking point was when he stepped into the shower and looked down at himself, realizing that his balls had swollen to the size of grapefruits; a curious, gentle massage of his own massive sack had made him orgasm so hard he almost passed out, and the drain was nearly clogged with a layer of such thick, musky cum that it almost covered his toes. He went to the doctor after that. 

The exam was simple, if embarrassing. His attempt to "fill a cup" with his seed ended up making another mess... But since the smooth tiled room he was sent to included a shower head and laminated instructions to hose it down after use, that seemed to be the norm. The next few months were filled with panic, learning, and a growing excitement... Rumors about the virus were all over the Internet, of course, along with the usual fear-mongering and sensationalism, but a lot of the stories just seemed way too wild to be true. On the one hand, you might have school lessons on how to give a good blowjob, graded by how much you made the teacher cum. On the other, there were heathen cults brainwashing children into devil worship. Would he find public "breeding" centers and mandatory public nudity where everyone was a 10? Or violent chop-shops where the government experimented on infected people and conducted organ trafficking? He'd concluded on his own that he couldn't trust the Internet... But the benefits package he'd been offered to move out of his dorm and into a government funded special area was way too good to pass up. With all his tuition being fully paid and a guarantee that they'd wipe his student debt if he completed his education there, no amount of crazy rumors would keep him away.

Which led him to... now. Sitting on a subway train on his way to a "Cubi Community". From what he'd read about them in the pamphlet he'd been provided, it wasn't as if his day-to-day life would change all that much; he was still going to go to college, take his courses and listen to lectures, working on a career path... Just, now with mandatory lessons on sexual safety and the Cubi condition. He also had to wear a special identifier bracelet; a high tech looking watch that pulsed a soft white color, the smart display on the face currently reading the time... And the time since he'd last jerked off. Apparently it was unhealthy for a Cubi to let themselves get pent up, so it was an easy way to keep track. He'd been reassured that all the collected data was private, and also mandatory - the watch was fully waterproof and had to be worn at all times, since it was used to keep track of a whole bunch of data including his location. It wasn't uncomfortable at all, plus the color of it gave other people info at a glance. White, his current color, signified that he was new to the area, which meant he'd get a fair bit of leeway if he encountered something he wasn't used to. 

There were plenty of other colors with other meanings, some subtle, some more like warnings. Red meant the wearer was in Heat, or Rut - whether you took that as a warning or invitation was apparently up to the individual. There was pink, blue, black, yellow, green, and his personal favorite, purple. Purple bands apparently meant that you were "free use"; open for any and all sexual acts, anywhere and any time. The kind of thing you'd read about in hentai, or badly written porn movies. He couldn't help but wonder how many people set their bands to that option... His squirming grew more agitated, a tent starting to form in his loose sweatpants, mentally cursing himself as his face flushed in embarrassment.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, just in time for the train to stop, the large doors opening quietly. Glancing out the window to check if it was his stop, he noticed a tall, slim dalmatian woman and her daughter walking towards him. Well, more like the woman marched and dragged the young girl behind her. She had a phone held up to her ear with her free hand, talking in angry tones, stomping her way onto the car and glancing, glaring down at him. Instinctively, he jumped up, vacating the seat next to the door for her, reaching up to grab the ceiling hand rail to steady himself. It was only a minute later, when the doors closed, that he realized the rest of the subway car was still empty... He could have just moved to another seat. He felt his face heating up again, far too awkward to move from where he stood, acting as though he just... Preferred standing.

He did sneak a peak down at her though... She was actually very attractive. A slim figure in a form-fitting black suit, obviously tailored and probably expensive. Her black hair was tied up in a tight bun, leaving her floppy ears to rest against her head, contrasting with the sharp triangular lines of her glasses and the soft blue of her eyes. His gaze trailed from her plump, maroon-colored lips down into her cleavage, blinking when he noticed that her lace bra was clearly visible - no shirt, just the hint of lingerie, a rich navy blue that actually accented her suit very well. Eyes widening, pulse quickening, he searched for the band on her wrist... Unable to stop his ears from twitching and drooping slightly in disappointment when he saw that it was black. She was "unavailable". It could be for any number of reasons - committed monogamous relationships weren't uncommon, but from the way she was practically yelling into her phone, he figured it was probably more that she was just very busy. It sounded like corporate nonsense to him, anyway. Sighing softly, trying to put her out of his mind, he spared a moment to look at her daughter. From her height, she couldn't have been more than five or so - her head barely came up to his hips - and she was wearing a cute little pink princess tutu and... A tiny tube-top? He arched an eyebrow at that. Her white belly had a few hints of black spots growing in, reinforcing his guess of her age, but her outfit was almost... Nah. He shook his head slightly, meeting her eyes with a smile as she stared up at him; wide, vibrant blue orbs filled with innocence and curiosity as she lazily licked at the cone of vanilla ice cream she held in one hand, the other fidgeting with the hem of her tutu, the purple band on her wrist almost blending in. 

He did a quick double-take, staring with wide, shocked eyes at the band on the child's wrist. Purple? That couldn't be right. He blinked a few times, then looked again. Yep... Definitely purple. Fumbling in the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out the pamphlet again that described each color and its meaning. Reading quickly, he found the entry for purple; "free use". That's... His mind raced. Maybe their mother mixed up their bands? No, they're coded to each person's genetics, they can't be exchanged. Maybe he got the color wrong? He moved the pamphlet quickly to look down at the girl again, but she'd moved - her face was... Right up against his crotch. His crotch that still bulged outwards from where he hadn't yet calmed down after staring into the older woman's cleavage. His crotch that had a damp spot from where he'd started leaking precum... Damnit, why hadn't he pawed off in the morning before he left!? He opened his mouth, moving a hand down to try and gently move the little girl away from him, but her nose pressed up against him and her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled deeply through her nose. The sudden contact and pressure against the tip of his cock, even trapped as it was under his pants and boxers, made him gasp softly, his tail flicking, and the tent in his sweatpants grew bigger. The words forming in his throat got tangled, thoughts running into a brick wall at the sight of this tiny girl rubbing her cute little nose against his crotch, even as more precum beaded and leaked out through his clothes and onto her muzzle. 

"Um...m... M-miss?" The woman ignored him, and her daughter kept nuzzling him, rubbing her cheek against the growing bulge in his pants, her face almost disappearing under it. He felt himself twitch and throb, dark thoughts flooding his mind, fighting against years of preconceived teachings and social convention. He swallowed hard, raising his voice slightly. "M-miss? Your... Your daughter is...um..."
The woman let out a loud groan, putting her phone down for the first time, covering the mic end with one hand. "Can't you see I'm on the _phone?_" He made a sound that was the start of an explanation, but she immediately cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand, not even looking at him. "Just let her do whatever, she's just a little curious." He made one last attempt to object, a soft, pathetic whine, but the woman had already gone back to talking on her phone. His gaze went back to the girl glued to his crotch, biting his lip to stifle a moan as her mouth opened slightly, the ice cream in her hand forgotten as she began to lick at the damp, stained fabric of his pants. 

Placing his hand on her head, he made a half hearted attempt to push her away, gently, not wanting to hurt her, but instead she dropped her ice cream on the floor and grabbed at him with both hands. Surprised, he pushed a little more firmly than he had intended, and the girl rocked back on her heels, tiny hands grasped tightly onto his pants. The result made them both gasp - she had managed to grab not only his sweatpants, but the boxers underneath, and pulled the stretchy waist band so far that the fat meat of his ebony shaft popped completely free from its confines, bouncing and slapping down onto her face. The sight was... Mesmerizing. Even though he wasn't fully hard yet, his cock was still so big that he couldn't see her nose under it at all. Just her wide, blue eyes, crossing themselves as they stared at the pitch black slab of throbbing wolf meat resting from the tip of her nose way up past her forehead. Ice cream completely forgotten now, both her hands attempted to wrap around his shaft, barely holding half its girth, fingertips tracing the wife pulsing veins curiously. The wolf struggled to hold in another moan, his cock throbbing and launching a rope of precum onto her head, dribbling slowly down the back of her neck. This made her pull back, looking at the twitching tip, and he couldn't do anything except watch in rapt amazement as her mouth opened wide, struggling to even take the head inside, engulfing him in the most sinfully heavenly warmth he'd ever experienced.

As the tiny girl suckled and gulped around the first few inches of his member, his body gladly obliged the hungry tyke by feeding her spurt after spurt of warm milky pre-seed, every swallow making her muzzle tighten around the tip and her flat tongue rub against the sensitive underside. His hand moved to rest on her head, quickly giving in to the sinful sensations, his hips moving on their own to slide himself slowly in and out of her mouth. Her soft little hands began to glide up and down his length, lubed slick with her own saliva as she drooled around the fat ebony spire of wolf cock that completely stuffed her face. The sight of her fingers struggling to encompass even a quarter of his girth was almost as arousing as the fact that every time he rocked himself forwards, he could feel the tip of his dick press against the back of her throat and begin to slide further down, without even a hint of a gag reflex! Either this little preschooler was literally _born_for sex, or she was the most well trained slut he'd ever seen... He wasn't sure which thought turned him on more, but as his hand shifted to the back of her head and he watched her throat BULGE with every inch of cock shoved down into it, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer either way. 

Biting his lip hard to stifle another lustful moan, he grit his teeth and began to hump gently at the upturned face of the young girl below him, the hungry little slut spared a more thorough face fucking only because of the awkward standing position they'd locked themselves into. He was too close to move, to stop, his orgasm rushing up on him as those cute little blue eyes rolled upwards and her tiny hands clasped around the rapidly swelling knot at the base of his cock. Her white fingers were a beautiful contrast against the pitch black of the enormous bulb that her thinly stretched lips kissed up against over and over, each motion grinding the powerful musk of sex-crazed lupine against her nose.

 Holding his breath, the wolf glanced down, his eyes widening. Was she... Was this desperate eight year old whore really trying to stretch her mouth wide enough to stuff his knot inside her maw?! The very thought, the impossible mental image, was just too much, sending a wave of lust rushing through him so powerful that he almost didn't notice he was cumming; his large, heavy balls pulled up taught, sending a torrent of thick, creamy jizz down his length and pumping it straight down into the stomach of the girl dangling from his rod. That first, mind meltingly intense explosion of cum felt like it lasted forever - almost ten full seconds of spunk pouring out from his cock, making his toes curl and drool escape from the corner of his lips, his eyes rolled up in bliss. He kept grinding himself against her face, cumming over and over, the little girl's belly swelling and rounding out as her tummy was flooded with a more than a gallon of virile lupine cock-milk, excess bubbling up to spurt and splatter from her lips, out her nose, down her chin, and everywhere else. By the time his climax had finally ended, his legs felt so weak that a simple little jolt of the subway train rumbling towards it's next stop sent him stumbling back, fat floppy canine cock popping from the cub's mouth with a lewd wet slurp, the final spurts of cum from his orgasm spraying over her face and into her hair, leaving him collapsed onto the bench behind him, watching in amazement as the dazed, spunk-drunk dalmatian pup lazily licked at her own muzzle. 

The sudden sound of the older woman's voice startled him into a panic, tugging his hoody up and over his exposed cock to hide it against his belly in a maneuver ingrained deeply from years of hiding himself from nosy roommates.
"Come on now dear, this is our stop." He watched with wide, suddenly terrified eyes as the woman stood and reached for the girl's hand, fear keeping his throat locked closed. "What is... Oh my goodness you dropped your ice cream again! Look at all this mess!!" The wolf watched in stunned silence, the woman completely misunderstanding. But that was good... Right? She turned to him with a sharp movement, her brows knitting together in a frown. Fuck, did she figure it out?? "And you spilled it all over this gentleman, too!" She groaned, fished around in her expensive looking handbag and pulled out a glossy business card, handing it to him with a no-nonsense huff, her voice stern, but apologetic. "Here, take this; there's a dry cleaner in the main shopping district called Huff'n'puff, they do good work. I noticed you're wearing a white band, so perhaps you don't have a job yet. If you need work, call me once you've gotten cleaned up. I'm always in need of good babysitters." With that, and without giving him the slightest chance to get a word in edgewise, she spun on her heels and tugged her daughter off the train with her, leaving him sitting absolutely dumbfounded, his dick still dripping and half hard against his belly. He was in such a daze that he didn't even register the growing clamour and chatter of people crowding onto the train until somebody literally leaned down into his face, trying to get his attention. 

"Excuse me mister, do you mind if we sit here?" He blinked, eyes focusing, taking in the face of the young calico girl staring right at him from two inches away. "It's crowded and my feet hurt because we've been walking _all day_ and I really wanna sit with my friends and there's not many seats and I'd _really_ appreciate it pleeeeeease?" 
In all honesty, he was still coming down from a mind-melting orgasm, not to mention the other shocks to his system, so even a simple request like that had far too many words in it to really fully register. He nodded, glancing around, finally taking in all the new passengers. "Uh... Sure, yeah, help yourself." One of his ears flicked, information making its way into his sluggish brain gradually. Almost all the new passengers seemed to be... Girl scouts? Yeah, that seemed right... They had those little berets on their heads, though they were pink instead of green, and the short pleated skirts... also pink... The sashes slung across their bare chests... His eyes snapped open wide. Bare chests? He barely had time to register that almost every single girl on the train was _half nude_ when the one that was talking to him suddenly flopped herself down _right onto his lap_ and immediately started chatting with her friends sitting next to him. This day... Was really shaping up to be something else...