[center][url=https://twitter.com/Daily_MrWolf/status/1726282617778217178/photo/1]"Hey, you! Get over hereeee..."[/url][/center]

Such were the words said to any handsome teenager minding their own business on the sidewalk, being hit on by a wolf most renowned and famous for his escapades on a certain site... 

A man who is loved by men the world over.
A wolf who stands tall for his race.

A man who caves into his baser instincts.

A cubophile.

...But, in the eyes of the public, he is someone else entirely.

A bad guy turned 'good'. But we all know the truth: darkness lurks in every man, and it is up to him to take advantage of it. Some men may push it down, or try to remove it, but this wolf? He relishes in his darkness. His 'badness'.

His name is Mr Wolf, and he's famous in the media for turning a new leaf over in his life, but amongst men and fellow wolves, he is famous for his cubophilic endeavours.

Mr Wolf smiled brightly at his latest prey, but his eyes were as dark as the pit of perversion he associates himself with. There is no mistaking that gaze: it is the gaze of one who has found their prey, and Wolf's mind is already racing with the possibilities of what the two will do together.

The path of a true male: a man controlled by his instincts and desires. But Mr Wolf has an edge; he has oodles of charm by which he may subjugate his prey, leaving them at the mercy of his kind gaze and his honeyed words.

It is a simple tactic, and it always works, because his prey is naive and young.

Otherwise, what would be the point?

[url=https://twitter.com/Daily_MrWolf/status/1709245222385791079/photo/1][i][center]--On an ordinary day...[/center][/i][/url]

"Aaaaand, on tonight's show... We have the audacious Mr Wolf!!" A presentator happily announced. The crowd roared at the mention of His name. As Mr Wolf slyly made his way up to the stage, glitter and confetti was thrown his way, as if he was some kind of royalty. To the man himself, he [i]is[/i] royalty. He is a god amongst wolves. As Wolf walked, he threw his jacket over his shoulder, making sure to look as sexy and seductive as possible, so all the cubs and teens at home can furiously beat their dicks to him.

His face was the picture of pure narcissism. Smugness. Sureness. 

[center]("How long have I heard those cries? How long have I been surrounded by the cheers and roars of my dedicated fans?")[/center]

Mr Wolf has lost count - as he has also lost count of the number of fans that have been between his legs every night, after an awards ceremony that sings his praises.

[center][i]--In another wolf's living room...[/i][/center]

"Hmph... Suits him." A black wolf threw his feet up as he watched the awards ceremony with slight disinterest, his gaze centered solely on Wolf. 

His purple eyes screamed envy - but his crotch, oh his crotch, bulged out intensely. This wolf is the man of his dreams: a fellow cubophile wolf.

And he will be damned if he sees Wolf walk another step on that stage again without letting him know how much he loves his cubophilic activities. 

The black wolf took a large swig of whiskey, and noticed his phone vibrating on the table. He quickly answered.

"Alex? The plan looks to be in place. You are to meet him tonight at..." 

[center][i]--Back on the stage...[/i][/center]

What [i]is[/i] life to Mr Wolf? All he cares about is getting his nut. Being fed the validation he so desperately craves. But what else? 

Oh, you know. You [i]know[/i], don't you, reader? You know very well that Mr Wolf isn't just getting down and dirty with his fans, he's [i]converting[/i] men too.

After Mr Wolf turned "good", he's been front and center on the acting business recently. You know what else he's been front and center on recently? CubLovers dot net.

Surprising absolutely fucking no one, a man who has been given the world and is never told otherwise, turns to cubophilia.

I'd like to give a big star to all my readers who guessed! It definitely wasn't obvious at all! Well done!

No, I'm being fucking serious, it IS obvious. Why the fuck would you think otherwise? He's a wolf. And he has a literal [i]endless plethora[/i] of fleshlights at his disposal. And, being a wolf, what species do you think he would prefer over all...?

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[url=https://twitter.com/Daily_MrWolf/status/1711057388827017302/photo/1]The car door clicked.[/url]
("Yes. That's step one done.") Wolf thought, as if his victory is already preordained. 

A handsome, boyish fox turned to look bashfully at him.
"Hey there." The boy said, his voice sounding like its from heaven. That's what Mr Wolf thought of it, anyway.

Mr Wolf [i]also[/i] thought that this fox boy looked to be barely above the age of 15, which is why the boy in question finds himself in a stranger's car right now.

Using his aforementioned guile to his astute, and all-too-guaranteed advantage, Mr Wolf managed to get this boy into his trap- er, I mean, car.

Mr Wolf gulped. He's already falling for him.
"H-hey." He urged out, pushing his chin into his hand as he looked out of the window, overcome by the beauty of his latest catch.

"U-um, so my name's Flicker," the fox boy said, twiddling his thumbs nervously. His face was bright red.

A smirk crept up at the side of Mr Wolf's face as he turned to speak to him.
"Heh. You certainly set my [i]loins[/i] on fire." He replied, his voice laden with lust.

It didn't even sound like a joke. It was like, just straight up hitting on someone. Full points for ambiguity, I guess. That's just in his nature as a wolf, though.

The boy blushed even more (if you would think it possible, he basically looks like a beetroot at this point), and squirmed in his seat.

"Um... so where are we going?" The boy asked, meekly. (Because all foxes ask questions like that, the fucking bottom bitches they are).

Mr Wolf gripped the steering wheel tightly. His jaw clenched.
"How old are you?" He asked, diverting the question. This [i]is[/i] integral information, after all.

The tension hung heavy in the air.
"18," the fox quickly replied.

Mr Wolf smiled. His eyelashes fluttered.
"We're going to the mall." He said.

"YAY!!!" The fox cried out.

Oh, it's so easy. He can see through them like glass.

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Alex raced up the stairs of the apartment complex. If his timing was right, Mr Wolf would be boning a teenage fox right now. Which makes ample opportunity to announce his status as a cubophile to his favourite idol. 

"Are you in position?" The voice over the phone asked.
Alex frowned.
"What is this, fucking 'Mission Impossible'?" He whispered harshly into the phone's speaker.
There was silence from the other end for a few seconds. 
"...No, this is 'Mission [i]Cubophile[/i]." The caller answered.
Alex let out a small chuckle, and looked at his phone with a smile.

On the home screen on his phone, played a live, looping video of Mr Wolf walking on the stage with his jacket lumped over his shoulder. His shirt was unbuttoned enough just so you could see the few strands of chest hair peeking at the top. Add to that, and Wolf filled out his white shirt quite nicely. If there is one thing to say about the criminal life he held, it certainly made him sexy and buff as fuck. And, we all know, he never stopped being a criminal anyway... 

Alex was in front of Mr Wolf's door. When he focused hard enough, he could hear the sound of boyish moans mixed with manly grunts coming from a TV somewhere in the flat. 
"Dude's probably having the gooning sesh of his life right now," Alex mentioned, clearly jealous.
"And you will too, soon enough." The voice spoke.

Sounds of typing could be heard over the call. 
"I'm hacking the mainframe." The mysterious caller said, causing Alex to roll his eyes from the absurdity of it all. 
Suddenly, Alex heard a subtle click coming from the door in front of him.
"There. The door should be unlocked now. Godspeed, my cub loving friend!" The caller announced his departure, and hung up the phone.

Alex's smile grew even wider as he calmly, and quietly, led himself into Wolf's den of debauchery. 
"Serves the bastard right using smart technology," he muttered.

[center]--[i]Once the two wolves meet...[/i][/center]

"Is it true, then?" Alex breathed out, his face now dangerously close within kissing distance of his rival.
"What's true?" Mr Wolf butted back, looking menacingly at Alex, clearly feigning ignorance.
"That you groom minors?" The black wolf continued, those words clearly horrified to leave his mouth.
"...And that you upload your 'catches' to CubLovers.net?"

A perverted smirk finally broke on Mr Wolf's face, like when a villain finally divulges his plan. His expression was steel cold just seconds prior, but now, it is full of perverse glee.

"Of course it is." He answered, resolutely. 

Alex looked at Mr Wolf, the man of his dreams, completely starstruck as he announced his cubophilia to the world. Breath caught in his throat. Alex's eyes shone with admiration. Until, at last, he makes his move... 

"Fuck yeah. Bring it here, homie." Alex swept his arm over the wolf's broad shoulder, and embraced him into a deep, long kiss. But it didn't take long for the two's lips to meet. Mr Wolf has long been salivating over Alex, and vice versa. The pervy energy coming off them was always palpable and highly noticeable. But, being the men that they are, they had to make it a competition. 
...Until they lose themselves into a world of pedo-loving lust.

"How do you get them?" Alex asked, his breath steaming hot in between their passioned kiss. 
"Everywhere." Wolf quickly answered.

Alex growled. Both of their handsome faces were mushing together in the kiss, and Wolf was just as horny as Alex, both of them blushing under the heat of their bodies pressed together. They were panting and huffing like the stupid feral wolves they are.

"And what do you show them?" Alex asked.
"Everything." Wolf answered again, in the same dark, husky tone.

The men know that everything about this is real now. No more ambiguity.

Alex breathed out another raspy 'fuck yeah' as he started unbuttoning Wolf's shirt. He found him to be surprisingly muscular underneath all that smart suit and tie. It just turned Alex on even more. So much muscle to grope, so much man to appreciate, its no fucking wonder Mr Wolf is a loud and proud cubophile. Hell, what man wouldn't be in his situation?

"Hell, you're hairy too." Alex congratulated Mr Wolf on growing a nice extra patch of hair on his chest. No doubt his body hair was grown as a result of the amount of loads he busts to minors every night.

Growling, Alex shoved Mr Wolf's body close against his, so that their hairy chests were gritting and rubbing together.

"Tell me what you are." Alex seethed out, drool falling from between his bared fangs. The cubophile instincts were in full swing today.

"I'm a pedophile." Mr Wolf said matter-of-factly, in that same seductive voice of his that Alex has gooned over for years and years. 

Overcome by lust, the black wolf ravenously kissed and licked at Mr Wolf's neck. Now that his shirt was open and his hairy, defined chest exposed, that gave plenty of room for Alex's hands to roam and grope, giving the world-renowned star some much needed worship from a fellow cubophile.

"Me too." Alex breathed out. He looked at Mr Wolf with pure love. Or was it lust? Neither can tell anymore. Emotions are so high that they're becoming blurred, nigh undistinguishable.

"Show me your cub porn stash." Alex asked again, those his "questions" sounded much more like a demand, especially knowing he's meeting with the man of his dreams.

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Men, empowered by the tales of cubophilic derring-do, would soon wish to make their fantasies a reality, and that is how CubLovers net was born, as well as, by extension, the wolves discovered an innate attraction within, mingled within their carnivore instincts... That attraction being, of course, the urge to slam fuck cubs until they're crying and begging for daddy to stop. But daddy won't ever stop. Daddy is just getting what he wants, what he's owed, and he wants to fucking sow his seed inside a tight young hole. Now how's about that for a rhyme, gooner?

Mr Wolf looked at Alex's body with envy in his eyes. He wished to look as masculine and as hairy as his older counterpart.

The two men were sat upon a luxurious bed, their fat, meaty cocks in their paws.

Cub porn played softly at the TV, but the men's deep moans and murmurs were far more attractive. This night is about them.

Both men are stripped naked, and they're huddled together, their bodies sticking together from the warmth of their bating. This is a man's true and natural form.

Alex's eyes winced at the sound of a cub screaming from taking a way too big tiger dick.
"It's just like that Necroboy story..." He whispered.

Mr Wolf's glanced over to Alex's heaving chest. He run his hand through the wolf's hairy chest and whispered in his ear:
"You're going to cum to that kid, aren't you?" 

Alex winced, but his pervy boner throbbed harshly in his paw. He stopped stroking for a while, and focused on the gentle sensation of Wolf's fingers deftly combing through chest hair while his idol whispered in his ear and stroked his cheek.

"I'm almost jealous of how manly you are. It must be those nigger genes."

Alex gulped. He's right. Mr Wolf is always right. 

Eventually, he lost control of his cock, and let his paw grip against the bedsheets instead. Mr Wolf gripped Alex's cock and, with his other hand, turned up the TV volume to max.

Now the sound of cub sex fills the room.
Mr Wolf breathed deeply and smiled. It fucking stinks in here. And, with every harsh cry of the cub, Alex's cock throbbed without pause. Mr Wolf started jerking the wolf's meat, an evil smile plain on his face. There is no need to convert a fellow wolf, for he is already a cubophile.

"Come on. I know you want to do it. Cum to that kid sex."

Alex's eyes closed shut as his cock throbbed intensely, ready to climax.

"N-nooo... I can't!" He whimpered.

"YES YOU FUCKING CAN!" Mr Wolf screamed.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING CUBOPHILE, SO JUST MAN UP AND DEAL WITH IT ALREADY!" 

That sent Alex over the edge, who also screamed as he orgasmed, unlocking his true pervert self. Thick ropes of bubbling cum shot over his pitch black body, matting his hairs down with cum.

Mr Wolf couldn't stop himself but to lick the slodgy ropes of cum from Alex's sweating, Adonis-like body himself, relishing in the true perversion of the moment.

"That's the way to be..." He whispered.