Do you have games on your phone?
Haven't written a story about a cub getting her little hole stuffed in a while, hope you guys like it ^^
Drake closed his eyes as the near-silence of the speeding train was torn apart by the opening of the exterior doors; letting in the cacophony from the station. The twenty-four year old fox sighed as the driver announced the stop. "Only another hour and a half until I'm home" he thought to himself as the carriage doors closed again.
A few furs strolled past him down carriage and took seats in front of him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before someone occupied the seat beside him. He didn't mind, of course, unless they spoke to him.
He felt someone side beside him. They were either very small or weighed very little. He didn't want to look at them, lest he make awkward eye contact with a stranger. He kept his face forward but rolled his eyes to the corner of the sockets. Though his vision was blurred, he could make out thin, light grey legs and a skirt.
He breathed a silent sigh of relief as he confirmed that it was a young girl. All the children he'd met in public were too cautious to talk to strange adults. Good thing too, Drake's day had been too long for him to pretend to be happy for a stranger.
He shut his eyes, leaned his head against the train window and felt the vibrations through him as the vehicle sped through the city and into the countryside. If he hadn't taken this exact trip hundreds of times, he'd have looked at the window as towns came and went but the spectacle was lost on him at this point.
Several stops flew by, the train stopped at most but missed some others. His carriage began to empty stop-by-stop, but each seat was still occupied by at least one fur. The girl beside him hadn't moved much at all since she sat beside him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked the button to unlock it.
The time displayed in bright, white letters and he sighed. Still another hour to go. No sooner had he put his phone back in his pocket was he tapped on the shoulder. He furrowed his brow and looked beside him.
The grey feline girl's big green eyes beamed up at him sweetly. He couldn't deny that she was incredibly cute. "Excuse me, mister." She couldn't have been older than nine. She pointed at his pocket. "Do you have any games on your phone?" He sighed and shook his head. "Oh," she sounded deflated. "It's just, my mommy is waiting for me at the station and I don't have anything to do."
"Look, kid." He turned to her and spoke in the friendliest voice he could muster. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any games on my phone and the battery is running really low." She turned away from him and slumped her shoulders. He slowly turned back to looking straight ahead. He closed his eyes and tried to resume his rest. His light sleep was broken by soft sobs from the girl.
Once she knew he'd noticed, she began sobbing loudly. "Please," she pleaded. The cat dropped her head onto his thigh and cried into his jeans. His eyes opened wide. She was far too close to his crotch and the last thing he wanted was to be registered as a child sex offender.
"Hey, hey, hey," he sputtered. He tried to lift her but she let out a wail as soon as her face was lifted off his leg. He looked up and noticed half the carriage's passengers glaring at him. One older beaver woman piped up.
"Keep your daughter under control! Don't you know this is the quiet carriage?" He lifted his hands defensively. "I'm sorry." He put his hand on the back of her head softly.
"You can play on my phone if you stop crying." Her head sprung up and her face twisted into a sweet smile. He noticed immediately that her eyes were dry. "Thank you, daddy!" She did her best to hug him in his sitting position. Both the hug from a random child and the fact that she called him 'daddy' was making him increasingly uncomfortable.
As soon as she caught a flash of the phone's screen, she snatched it from his hands. Unlocking it. He entered the passcode for her and she began exploring the phone. He turned forwards for a moment. The moment of peace was very short lived as he felt a paw on his leg.
He silently watched her as she climbed onto his lap. "What are you doing?" He whispered angrily into her ear. "Now you can watch me play, daddy." "Stop calling me that." he whispered into her ear. "If I do, this is going to look really suspicious." His pupils dilated, his heart stopped and he froze. He simply couldn't believe a child said that.
"If you try and fight this, I'll scream." She whispered back to him as she found his games. She wriggled her hips back against him. Nothing but clothing sat between his stomach and her back. "Call me Haley." She whispered again. He was sure that no one else could hear their conversation.
He scrunched his eyes shut and lamented on his bad luck. 'On this fucking day of all days, I come across the strangest nine-year-old who knows a lot more than she's supposed to.' "Daddy, look." She said. He opened his eyes and looked down. She held his phone up for him. He could see that he had his photos open.
Ordinarily, he wouldn't worry. He kept no disturbing photos on his phone anyway but this wasn't a photo he took. The time stamp was only seconds before the current time and the photo was dimly lit.
He squinted and took the phone from her. Once he held it close enough to his face to see, his eyes widened and color drained from his face. Above a pair of jeans that look strikingly like his own and beneath the hem of a skirt that was unmistakably hers was something that he'd be arrested for simply having in a photograph.
He lowered his phone and shifted uncomfortably beneath her. She took the phone back and deleted the picture. She then opened his notes and he watched as she typed him a message. It read: "Put your right arm around my belly, kiss me on the head and call me sweetie." He gulped and hesitated before she typed; "NOW!" He did as he was told.
"Good," she continued typing. "Now slowly reach your other paw under my leg and undo your pants." Panic consumed his mind but his body didn't move but for the constant shaking. She was about to continue typing until she felt his paw moving. He reached under her slowly, trying not to make any obvious movements that might alert other passengers.
As he blindly moved for his zipper, he brushed against her vagina. It was a lot wetter than he had expected. So wet, in fact, that if he had come at any other angle with his finger, it would have entered her. He unzipped and unhooked his button as she asked. He could hardly bring himself to glance over her shoulder at whatever demand she had next.
PULL IT OUT
He swallowed all of the fear that engulfed him and pulled the band of his underwear down enough for his sheath to poke out. He could feel it between her butt cheeks. She was disappointed that the cock prodding at her tailhole was so small. She lifted herself up slightly, giving him enough time to angle it properly.
He did his best to point the poking red tip up at her pussy before she descended. To his surprise, he slipped inside her easily.. She typed again. "Is that all?" He blushed.
"It's not hard." he whispered to her. "You're a little girl, for god's sake." She rolled her eyes and sighed. She pulled open the camera and flipped it so that both their faces could be seen on the screen. He looked directly at it as her emerald green eyes flashed red for a moment. His breathing steadied and he pulled his paw out from under her.
He quickly found his cock growing within her. From the inch of visible length it grew and grew with pulses of lust to a solid six inches within her. She wriggled her hips until she felt his balls against him. "I love you daddy." She said softly as she wiggled her hips on him. "Watch me beat this level." He watched her play for a while. Each time she'd beat a level, she'd bounce up and down on his lap giddily.
Each time she teased her closer to orgasm but denied him what he truly wanted. It was ten minutes after he had entered her that she grew impatient with him. She tapped his thigh and made her watch his phone again. "Start fucking me." it said clear as day. He felt himself resisting until he heard her words echoing through his brain in her voice, even though she had never actually said it to him.
All of a sudden, he didn't want to fuck her, he NEEDED to. Every cell in his body told him that this was a biological necessity and he needed to do it. He thrust slowly at first but quickly build into a steady rhythm. He took her thin legs in his paw and closed them together. The muscular ring around his cock grew tighter as he used her little body as a sex toy.
Driven as he was to fuck this little girl, part of him knew to keep it discreet. He rocked against her soft butt in a slow, deep rhythm. She'd help with her occasional bounces and wiggles. He'd often fantasise about sex on a train but this was never something he had in mind.
He could feel his knot swelling inside his sheath. Each thrust brought it closer to her young pussy. She rolled her head back to look at her 'daddy' and whispered something to him. "Knot." she said plainly as her insides were filled with red fox meat. "We'll get stuck." He mumbled but never stopped thrusting.
She wiggled her hips, in an effort to coax the knot out of the sheath and into her. He felt another wave wash over him. His need to mate her consumed his every thought. Throwing caution to the wind, he slammed his hips against her prepubescent butt.
Her vice-tight lips hugged his cock like nothing ever had as he slid deep into the girl. Squirts of precum filled her canal as he pulled out and pushed back; their juices mixing into a hot brew of lust. Every contour of the young pussy massaged his penis in just the right way. He pushed her body forward, forcing her to drop the phone and brace herself against the seat in front.
He lifted her skirt up and watched his work as his cock grinded up inside her. From this angle, he pushed deeper inside her, drawing soft moans out of her. Entering such a small hole, his cock looked much larger and his knot looked huge. The fur of his sheath had slipped down past the largest part of his knot.
Her moans were muffled by the seat in front of her; every thrust smacking her face into the soft padded fabric. His paws gripped tightly around her waist, using her as little fuck sleeve. His knot slapped against her opening with every thrust. He thrust hard at her; his knot made its first attempt at tying, but it would budge past her opening.
He pulled her clean off his member and held her on his legs. For the first time since they'd begun, his cock was now fully visible to anyone who chanced to look their way. Luckily for him, the carriage seemed almost completely empty.
It pointed at her face, twitching and deep red. It glistened with her juices and ached for more of her tight little cunny. He held her skirt above the pink lips of her pussy. Where it had looked tight and innocent in the picture she took, it now had a much wider opening, slick with the liquid manifestation of their arousal.
"Oh, daddy." She said in a childish tone as he lifted her back onto his rod. Her head leaned against his chest as he resumed his thrusting. He leaned back as far as he could in the chair and held her butt firm as he went back to ravaging the girl's stretched pussy.
His paws each took hold of one of her butt cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her little butthole to the back of the seat in front of them. His thrusts were slower and deeper now. Each time he thrust up, he was ready to push the thick bulb into the tiny girl.
The heat that hugged his shaft began to creep onto the taper of his knot. Knowing that he was close to victory, he pushed up as hard as he could, holding her bubble butt down against his thighs. Once her pussy lips made it up to the thickest part of the knot, it popped into her.
She sucked in a big breath as she was finally tied with him. A few short, fast thrusts followed and he felt the climax he was waiting for approach. His entire body tensed up and his thrusts stopped, muscles contracting in a steady rhythm.
He felt the first shot of hot fox cum erupt from his cock. The thick ropes of seed didn't taper off as usual; almost as though she was milking him beyond his physical capability. The inner canvas of her womb was painted white with fertile fox cum.
Habit told him to lay back and enjoy his afterglow, but his cum didn't stop, it kept going, hard as ever. For the longest thirty seconds of his life, he just came and came, filling every nook and cranny of her youthful pussy with seed. A little sliver of his semen leaked out around his knot before he collapsed, completely drained.
She snuggled against him, wiggling her hips a little in triumph. Surely enough, he was very stuck. Panic came flooding back to him and he spun his head around, looking for anyone who could have seen the unmistakable act he'd just committed.
Curiously enough, the carriage was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly put his arms around the girl, feeling her chest rise and fall against him. "Thank you, Drake." One paw came to rest on her back and the other down by her rump. Looking out the window, he found the towns shrouded in the dim orange light of sunset. His eyelids fell over his eyes and the train fell away, leaving only him and the girl wrapped around his torso.
Suddenly the world came crashing back down and he leapt from his bed in a cold sweat. His thin sheets loosely covered his naked body. The silver light of the moon crept in and gave the room a dim glow. His cock was still in his sheath, but it had noticeably swollen; the tip oozing clear precum. Shaking his head, he tried desperately to forget the dream he had just experienced.
"I'm no cubophile." He repeated to himself in his mind. He sat on the edge of his bed and lifted a water bottle of his end table. He filled his mouth with water and swallowed, panting. "I'm not a cubophile." He said aloud. He sighed and rolled back into bed, taking his place in the center of the queen sized mattress.
He felt an unfamiliar warmth in his bed. His eyes sprang open and he beheld the figure lying in front of him. "Haley?" He asked in shock. The girl didn't stir. She was wearing one of his shirts and nothing on her bottom half. A tiny puddle sat on the sheets beneath her pussy.
He sighed and slid up beside her, wrapping his arm around her sleeping form. She snuggled against him as he shut his eyes and whispered to himself. "Maybe I am," his paw glided down her body, coming to rest on her upper thigh, just shy of the hole he had defiled. "Just for tonight."