Bud has only one goal in life. And that is to impress his father.

All too often, Falcon comes home with disappointment and exhaustion evident on his face. 
He would first set his work bag down, rub his face, and then his ears would perk up to the sound of his son racing to him. The light of life would fill his eyes once again.

"Daddyyyyy!!!" Bud rushed to Falcon with his arms extended, then pushed his face into daddy's silky, packed-out bulge in his work pants. Falcon let out a little moan in the back of his throat as he felt his cub absolutely going for it down there, rubbing his face against his pants, blissfully unaware that the 'warm thingie' he was touching his cute little cheeks against was the fucking snake in his pants: daddy's big, fat hard semi-erect boner, stimulated from a child touching it.

Imagine yourself as the spectator and it would be the most textbook scene of perversion you've ever seen: just some buff, handsome, pedo wolf of a dad sporting an impressive clothed boner from his beloved son touching him. 
Don't worry, daddy loves his son. Its just that he loves him after he's had his way with him, after all. This is the nature of wolves. Any single father (who is a wolf) is literally a ticking time bomb of cubophilia. Give it a few weeks, and I'm sure he'll be thinking: 'damn, my kid is thick as fuck down there' as he watches his 6 year old play on the floor, or also: 'I feel gay as fuck today. Why did I ever plunge my cock into a pussy? Oh, to create the beautiful fleshlight of a cub that I call my son'. 
Based dad.

"I've missed you sooooo much!" The boy squealed.
Then, Bud wrapped his arms around the fat of his father's ass, damn well near knocking his breath out of him as the cub squeezed tight around his waist.
That's right. Daddy's got a fat ass too. Look, he may be a tired, haggard wage-slave of an old man, but come on. The dude's got cake. He's a grey wolf - he's bound to have good proportions, especially when he's objectively the superior race. 

And it's summer, you know. So, that means, in addition to the freaking heat he felt from his son literally all but sexually assaulting him in the most innocent way possible (listen, daddy wolf is a single man, even a touch would make him erect), daddy wolf just thought: ("Ah fuck it. Might as well get the shirt off now. He's old enough to see it now.")

The cub is not old enough to see it. He is 11 years old. But nothing will stop daddy in the way of his dick.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he let out an easy smile as he looked down on the excited little tyke, aware that the sweat drops from his forehead were hitting on his son's cute little headfur. 
("Fuck, everything about the kid is cute. It's damn… erotic. To the hells with it.")
"Daddy just needs to take his shirt off now." He said, shakily. His fingers anxiously fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.
"Ooookay…" The cub droned out, lowly. He's clearly a little shy at the thought of seeing his father's exposed, manly plumed fur, but, you know, if there's one thing cubs are good for, it's their damn curiosity. Fucking cockhounds.

Bud looked a little out of it, but as soon as daddy started sliding that shirt off, it was like he rocked his whole world. 
"Whoaaaa!" The cub gasped in awed amazement. His father has a firm set of abs; he couldn't help but place his hand upon them, his father's cock immediately pulsating from knowing a child is touching him, glad to feel the boy's cool hand against his warm fur.

"Son…" His father breathed out, and when he took the sweat-soaked shirt off fully, Bud was missing out on the beauty of his upper half, since the small cub was so focused on his lower half! Falcon's broad shoulders flexed themselves into place. As he breathed, his muscled, wide chest heaved too, making him look like a beast out of a fairytale. Hell, if you look closely, you could see the steam coming off his shoulders. He was a true muscular beast of a man. A proper wolf, through and through. Yes, he may be homosexual, but he's not gay. He's not a stupid faggot that loves to flaunt himself all over the world, shouting that he's 'queer and here', plastering rainbow flags all over his room like it was some kind of fucking cult. No, daddy wolf figured out his sexuality just by a single misclick. Cub porn. That's right, he too was corrupted by the wonders of CubLovers.net, and, though he is loath to admit it, he really enjoyed watching the manly men in the videos fuck the cubs like it was no big deal. He dreams of a world dubbed 'pedo paradise'. 

One video that particularly stood out to him was one of a black panther in a jungle absolutely raping the shit out of a small panther toddler -- probably some queer retard's son or something; he decided to cure the taint by skewering the last of the faggot's offspring to death. 
And what a glorious end it was.
The panther made no big deal out of it. In fact, he spoke no words. That's probably because he's black and tribalistic, mind you, so there is absolutely no doubt that he doesn't know English. Instead, he communicated in grunts and gestures, as a nigger is wont to do.
The sheen of his short, black fur reflected beautifully in the dim moonlight. His ass vigorously flexed as he bred his greasy aperod hard into the toddler, mating pressing it to death. Again and again. Thrusting and thrusting. Not fast thrusting, mind you, but calculated and long thrusts, which caused the panther to end up balls deep in the toddler (which looked to be less than the size of his aperod at first glance) more times than he can count. The sound, however? Absolutely fucking terrifying. Coming out of the toddler was absolute pure wails of death. As for the nigger?
"Huhhhh duhhhhh mggghhh." 
Squish, splash, squash, splosh. Yeah, the kid's dead. Damn thing probably died as soon as the panther shoved his whole monkey dick up there, skewering him completely. The panther fucked him (or, I suppose in this case, the corpse) for so long, that I'm fairly certain the cub is past the security checks, through the gates and straight up to the wondrous plaza of Heaven right about now.

"I think that means he likes it."
Falcon said to himself as he slowly stroked his cock to a hard climax to the video.
What an intelligent man - he knows ape language! (Yeah, no fucking shit, what man doesn't). We should definitely place him in the heart of these tribes just so we can discover more ways and words to refer to cubs as cock-sucking, worthless, good-for-nothing, whore creatures.

And something in Falcon just tells him that those nigger panthers are not only blacking babies, but teen boys too. Absolutely whoring their minds out on jungle funk the second they start growing hair down there.
There's no such thing as sexual education by their fathers in the panther tribe -- rather, the tribe itself pride themselves on kidnapping children and minors, using them for their own personal gain. You see, a nigger is naturally more adept at kidnapping and stealing things. But they are also damn good at fucking too. So that's why no captive dares to talk back as some greasy ape is balls deep in them. First, that's because said ape's thick fingers is shoving their mouth open, and two, the panther's animalistic grunts, followed by the tribe's bellowing and chanting, is way too fucking loud to even make a semblance of conversation. But, upon further thought, the captive would realise that these animals aren't capable of communication. They only know sex.

"Unga bunga." Falcon grunted to himself as he immediately jizzed from his words, imagining himself at the heart of that tribe, impregnating all the kids with his puppies. Fuck women. All he needs is a bunch of cubs to rape, with a nigger shaman cat teaching him the ropes, speaking in that thick, heavy accent of his as he goes on and on about the 'true way to fuck babies like bruddas'. Like, just shut the fuck up and get to business already. That thick-lipped mouth has more use being a canine's cocksleeve.
Role-playing as a black dude always gets him off hard. Can't blame him there.

Fucking stupid niggers are always raping kids one way or another anyway - that's just how it is in the jungle. Hell, even the panthers grow little hairs on their chests sometimes, but it's not like you'd be able to see it with how fucking PITCH BLACK they are. Hey, at least you'd see the little bristles of facial hair on their chin though. And, mph, fuck, their faces are so finely chiseled. Defined jawlines, stern looks, thick fucking lips which POP whenever they try to 'speak'. Ugh, but I don't want to dumb them down. These black men are honestly gods, stealing cum from white men the world over just from the way they look. Once a man learns he can drops slurs in the privacy of his own home, he'll start cumming hard as fuck to those panther videos.

(Hang on reader, you better stop choking that cock like your life depends on it. Hold the thing any tighter and it's liable to fucking burst, you porn obsessed gooner. Now don't forget to hydrate. Keep that blood pumping. Keep yourself in shape. Watch as your muscles pump and pulse while you masturbate to porn. Become a male god and lose yourself to the make believe. Don't worry, you can cum to it. It's just all in your head.)

Next, Falcon clicked 'next' to another video of a black god playing with cubs. This time it was with a black werewolf and a young looking dragon boy, who is probably 13 years old. 
Now, I kid you not, this dumb fucking NIGGER (yeah, I'm already saying it) literally shoved his whole fucking engorged cock into the glory hole like the dumb fucking animal he is. He is simply going by what his dum-dum clap-rocks-together mind is thinking, and that is: "Put dick in hole, ooga booga."

Even the cub looked apprehensive to lock that thick, greasy cock, but once he did, the fucking animal was shooting his ghetto nutsludge everywhere. Silly nigger, you can't even last a second, can you? 

But what would you expect out of a beast.

"Nigger nigger humping the wall, who's the greatest retard of them all?"
That's what Falcon said as he watched how this massive black werewolf hump the shit out of the stall, getting his greasy knotted cock getting lapped all over by a cute slutty cub. 'Humping' is an understatement though, the dude is straight up TEARING that wall apart with his big strong muscles.

Let this be a lesson to not shit talk apes then, they're hella powerful, not just by the power of his testosterone-fuelled balls literally climaxing over an awed child's face at any moment he sees fit.

"Hrrrghh, rahhh! HrrgghRAAGGHHH!" The beast roared as he jizzed all over the young dragon; that's how a man seeds, that's how a male claims his prey.

You can't deny they look good while doing it, though.

--Back to daddy's perspective...

Being touched by a cub does things to a wolf. It sends them into breeding mode. Daddy has been in breeding mode ever since that stupid fucking bitch-ass woman left him.
(Yeah, I really wanted to put forward his anger for that.)
But his son? His son is a ray of hope. He is everything he could wish for in this world. He… is a perfect wife.

"Son…?" Falcon whispered out slowly, his voice sounding as soft as the texture of his son's fur. He wants this so bad, but he doesn't dare to hurt the kid.

"Have you ever seen a penis before?" He asked.
Suddenly, the cub fell silent. He stopped his whimpering and whining in daddy's crotch, and instead was as still as a statue. The boy blushed, looking away. He thinks he has - on that phone of his. One of the first thing this horny rascal did was search 'naked men'.

And ever since then, the boy has been obsessed with his father.
"N-No, not really…" The cub stammered out.
"Would you like to?" Falcon said in one breath, looking down upon his son not with a smile, but with a pervy grimace. 

--Upstairs, in daddy's bedroom...

Bud was excitedly playing with his father's several-inch wide and 9 inch long uncut cock. He was giggling to himself as he laid his soft hands all upon his father's rigidly hard meat that, despite 30 minutes passing by since they had begun this 'lesson', has not waned even once.
Falcon has the true chad wolf spirit. He knows he's a cubophile. He just doesn't fucking care.

Falcon thought to put a Netflix show on in the background while his kid was going at it and touching up a storm, thinking that it would provide the perfect background noise to quell his unease, but now, that was far from the case. If anything, Falcon just wanted to turn that damn TV show off just so he could hear every surprised gasp and cute little whimper from his kid. So that's exactly what he did. Even as he turned off the TV from the remote, the kid didn't move so much as a muscle, so rigidly focused on his father's cock as he is. Bud's eyes widened as he rolled the foreskin back upwards and noticed a bead of precum falling down Falcon's dick, rigid as steel. The cub got some of daddy's thick precum webbed between his fingers and licked it off without a word.

Falcon had to stifle his moan of surprise with his mouth as he saw that.
Seeing his kid eating his fucking nutsludge like it's no big deal.
What does he say to that?
'Good going, sport!' Or:
'Yeah, eat your daddy's sperm, you fucking WHORE!'
Falcon itched to say the latter.
"You're a fucking faggot…" he whispered underneath his breath. That'd do for now.

"Daddy…" Bud begun but one of his many questions as he swiped his hand through his father's fluffy crotch forest.
"What are these?" The boy asked, feeling his daddy's thick pubage flow through his fingers.
Falcon didn't even sound like himself. It was like he became a boy again; sex with cubs is so… legendary.
"That's…" He took a deep breath, trying not to make himself cum so soon.
"Those are my pubes, son."
"Pubes?" The boy inquisitioned. 
"That's right." Falcon replied.
"A sign of true masculinity. An honourable trait amongst wolves." He said in one breath, forgoing the part in the 'Ye Old Times, Wolf Rulebook' where it was specifically mentioned to 'fuck children as often as possible, even if they want it or not.' And, as the Lord would have it, rule number 1 was: 'Always fornicate with your father. Give him some appreciation for creating you.'

Bud hasn't discovered his father's collection of the wolf tribe's trinkets yet. It's just as well, because if he did, the boy would be deeply disappointed to know that this was all planned from the start, not just by the cub's earnest requests to 'spend more time with daddy'. Recently, that very same question has become twisted with an 'in bed' at the end of it, every time, for the past 2 weeks, as if Bud just knew his father was a horny bastard.
But of course, these 'teachings' are all planned from the start. Why else would fathers want children? Why else would a wolf drop everything to be with the young boy that he loves ever so much? 
Because these men want to stuff their cocks into their kids, end of.

'Cubophilia maketh a man.'
That was the wolves' motto - in olden times, far beyond what is recorded. In many ways, it could be compared to the caveman times of humans. There's a reason men feel this way, isn't there? It's all natural, obviously.

Falcon couldn't take it anymore. He was about to fucking cum. Feeling his kid place his little hands at the base of his crotch, under all those pubes, damn, he just wanted the kid to get to work and start slurping on daddy's dick already. Start slobbering the thing in spit. But no, the damn kid just wanted to be curious. ("Ugh, fuck this. Cubs are made for sex. It's time to prove it.")

Grabbing Bud by the scruff of his neck, Falcon literally masturbated himself into a frenzy, forcing the kid's mouth open as he vigorously orgasmed inside the cub.

Ropes of thick, fatherly sperm shot forth on Bud's cute, young, soft face.

--

~Bonus scene: Bud, the Teen Gamer Son~

Falcon loves his son very much. Which is why he made sure his son was set up with the finest gaming equipment possible, a gaming rig so powerful, so obtusely expensive, that it is sure to water the eyes of any teenage boy from a middle-class background. That's how far daddy's love goes.

It's such a shame that Bud barely uses it for gaming, then. All he does is spread those smooth, twinkish legs apart, and shows off his fat fucking cock between them. Seriously. He's got an 8-inch wonder and he's only 16. And if that wasn't enough to make you gasp in surprise, just one look at his crotch would make you think 'yeah, he's gonna look just like his father'. Bud's growing a nice patch of pubes at the base of his shaft. His dick is already quite girthy and, honestly, looks like the penis of a man, not a 16 year old. But that's just how he grew up, you see. He inherited all his daddy's best genes - his handsome looks, his well-proportioned build, his charming charisma… and his fat fucking cock. 

It's summer time too, so Bud only wears short sleeved shirts in the videos and pictures, affording the perverts a good view of his vascular, thin arms, and his well muscled biceps, the smoothness of his muscle creating an outstanding, beautiful sight from the sunlight. This is the power of teenage boys; of youth. They who are not yet men but have every reason to be called one. Boys that are no longer strictly boys, but more of a man. It is the greatest point in one's life, and one which all older men are jealous of, namely the men in their 30s and 40s, who are starting to put on weight and slowing down in life.

Teen boys though? Nah, they're fucking perfect. I guarantee you, if Bud bothered to lift some weights every day for 20mins, he'd be looking jacked up as fuck by the end of the school break. Well, not as 'jacked up' as you imagine, but hear me out. High school jock boy. Do those words evoke enough of an image for you? Or would you rather prefer to see it for yourself? 
See, he's got the perfect build to look something like that hunk. But no, Bud is too preoccupied on getting clout online, posting to FurryTok, FurryGram, Twatter, what have you, all with the captions of: "Like my teen cock?" -- before hitting "Send", smirking to himself deviously, and going back to his hormone-fuelled enraged game of Genshin Impact (yes, he's quite a soft boy). 
He can say he's 17. He can say he's 18. It doesn't matter. He passes as both. But Bud dubiously leaves his age out of the picture, knowing, from his father, all too well the minds of these perverts.

Cubophiles are predictable - it is no surprise many of them get caught out. But as more horny teens encroach themselves upon the Internet, the cubophiles' numbers only seem to grow. Why, then, are some people so impassioned to say that 'they don't like it'? When boys such as Bud are happily going about their days after busting the sickest load to some perv chat, in which he shared around 3 exclusive videos of him jerking off? 

Bud is very rarely interrupted in his sessions. He doesn't know it yet, but he's living the best life there is. No job, no school (summer break), no worries, no bills, hell, no trauma (that is most surprising of all).

...But, one day, when daddy does venture to his teen's room, he'd find the marks of semen down the tower of his PC. That's a load gone a bit too heavy, then. He is not aware, Bud is not aware, just how good he has it. Just the fact of his age is enough to make all the perverts of the Internet rise to attention like moles out of their holes. But, still, he is so easily controlled.
...That's why, from time to time, daddy likes to check up on what his son has been doing. Just to make sure that his son really belongs to him. Spanking it to the salacious chats his son has shared, seeing him delve further and further into depravity, it's like the best growth a father can see.

And Falcon is ever so proud of his son!