Our Cubophilic Teen Wolf

Written by AlexNightmurr.
Available on MuskWuff’s Inkbunny only.
Written: 25/07/2022 – 25/07/2022
Brain empty. Can only think of perverted teen Legoshi.

I wrote a new part for the first scene of this story, then I decided to repurpose my most perviest of stories of Legoshi (in my Telegram channel) into this story so it can all fit together. I’ve decided to delete the Legoshi cub-themed stories which were lifted from the Telegram channel and placed into this document since it fits a lot better in the context of the story, and it has more of a place on Inkbunny rather than my channel. I hope you don’t mind.
Original comments
User #1: “These story continuations just keep on getting better and better”

Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3395794
"What? Surprised that a young teenage boy like me could look so sexy?" Legoshi flashed a cheeky smile, throwing his arms back to expose his fluffy pits, and posing for the camera.
"Take all the photos you want, coach. It isn't often you get to see schoolboys like me shirtless, right?" Legoshi teased. The coach, who was a handsome 35-year-old bear, growled with lust and couldn't stop the drool falling from his mouth as he looked through the camera lens and snapped one photo after another of this underage beauty.
He was the only one taking the photos for his perv magazine - and all coach wanted to do was drop the camera then and there and feel up the kid, kissing him deeply and worshipping every inch of his beautiful, soft body. But Legoshi is no ‘kid’. He is a teenager, in the midst of puberty, and that's probably what makes him so attractive to all men. 
The worst (or sexiest) part about Legoshi is that he knows what he's flaunting. He knows he's a cute boy, with an even cuter body - firm, muscular but still with hints of growth to be developed.
For example, take a look at his underdeveloped chest. Sure, he may work out a lot for what most people believe to be nothing more than an introverted pervert in the drama club, but just by taking one look at his chest, you can tell: "Yeah, that's a boy." Not a man. Not a child. But a boy, a lad, a youngster...
The coach of Cherryton Academy has a secondary income - and that secondary income comes from no morally correct place at all. 
He is the photographer for the aptly named "Teen Wolf" magazine. 
Taking on a different name in the minds and dicks of perverts to protect his identity, Legoshi has been the cause of many bins overflowing with tissues in fathers' rooms of family homes.
You'd be hard pressed to find a man who hasn't spaffed off to him.
And it’s not just his slender, lithe body that makes men’s' dicks spring up at a moment's notice. It's the way Legoshi swings his body about for the camera, the way his soft, deep blue eyes look into the camera in every photo - as if he is peering into the minds or the perverts themselves - and speaking to them:
"Yeah, you. I know you're masturbating to me again. Being a father of two daughters must be hard, huh? Don't you wish you had a son instead, so they could they grow up to be a sexy teenage boy like me?" Legoshi chuckled. Messages like these were only for special subscribers of the paper; personalised videos certainly rake in the cash for coach, who in turn shares part of his profits with Legoshi as a way of saying 'thank you'. Nobody knows what Legoshi's part time job is. But, judging by the way he acts normally around people of the academy, they don't feel so inclined to ask. Nobody knows how much of a 
people-pleaser Legoshi truly is behind closed doors. 
He wasn't incentivised to participate in the production of this magazine. He wasn't blackmailed or forced into it in any way. Legoshi simply does this work of his own will.
It makes all perverts of this world salivate profusely.
"You know, you don't deserve to be so pent up like that," Legoshi continued, throwing his arms up to the ridge of the bedframe, tilting his body slightly to lean back, exposing his fluffy armpits and highlighting his ribcage and soft, tender muscles flexing underneath his stomach. The camera zoomed into his face and shoulders, highlighting the boy's pervy, lustful look.
"You should come over to my dorm and pound my teen ass sometime, daddy," he winked.
"Be quick though. Get here before my 18th birthday."
Then the video ended. The bear coach quickly put the camera down on the table, nearly dropping it with how much his hands were shaking from horniness. The coach gets like this after every session.
He stormed over to Legoshi and wrapped his arm around his neck to kiss the boy deeply and gruffly, breathing hard into his face as their two tongues intertwined.
Legoshi is also a pervert; same as the fathers and men in their 20s who masturbate to him, as he willingly participates in these endeavours, distributing such teasing and erotic material to men across the world. Their goal? To make every man lust after teenage boys. To invite fathers to show their cubs what was 'sticking out of the water' in the bathtub, and to strengthen the bond between father and son. 
"The only thing we're missing now is a DILF magazine." Legoshi said, his eyes drunk with lust, half-closed, and voice heavy with care. Coach and Legoshi have only been working together for a few months, but their “Teen Wolf” magazine really took off. Because they share a common goal, a shared perversion if you will, this makes their working relationship relatively stable. Though, you can imagine the wives’ relationships with their husbands won’t be stable for much longer, considering daddy gets off to a certain 17-year-old every night.
(Or is he really 17 years old…?)
“Sweetie, are you infertile or something?” The mother asked.
The father guffawed at the proposition. But he can’t exactly say:
“Nah, I just get off to a cute wolf every night, darling. Sweet dreams, now.”
The coach chuckled as he licked up the thick strings of spit between their chins.
"I can take care of that." He replied in a low voice, pecking Legoshi's cheek and rubbing his small, slender shoulders, still feeling the bones on them. The kid's got some fattening up to do there for sure.
"I can imagine why you've thought of that as well." The coach said, his voice returning to normal as he recovered himself from his rampant teen lust, his head pounding.
Legoshi took a seat on his bed.
"Yeah. We should normalise having sons think about their fathers the same way the fathers think of them."
Coach stopped fiddling with the camera, turning his head to look at Legoshi with a smirk.
"You've really thought about this, haven't you?"
Legoshi let his head drop, looking into the carpet with wander in his eyes. 
"Yeah..." he breathed, surprised of his own perverted genius.
"Forgive me for being blunt, but what's your end goal in all of this?" The coach asked, slinking his backpack over his shoulder.
Legoshi stood up to see the coach off, groping the man's thick, muscled ass.
"To make wolves rule the world, of course."

Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/2545679
"Yeah, he's growing into a man alright."
"Fuck, take as many photos as you can, guys. I'm going to blow to this beauty so hard."
"Yeah, you raise that shirt boy. Let's see how your muscles are developing."
Legoshi goes in for a monthly check-up to the coach's office, but it just seems like an excuse for all the perviest teachers of Cherryton Academy to have a reason to touch him. Legoshi doesn't mind it so much, though. Being showered by praise from all sides does wonder for his body image. Although he may seem uncomfortable as he gets called 'the sexiest teenager in Cherryton Academy', his cock is throbbing, harder than ever before in his sweatpants.
Coach snorted with surprise when he noticed the fat meat between the boy's legs.
He gives it a soft grope, as if he can't believe his own eyes.
"Holy fuck..." The coach blinks, but it's true.
"That's nearly 7 inch of pure man meat!" His said, his voice full of pride.
"That's bigger than me when I was his age!"
The room erupted into laughter.
"Coach has got competition, it would seem!"
"Fuck that! This handsome young man here... He'll be bigger than me once he reaches his 20s!"
Everyone gave coach a reassuring pat on the back.
"You're still a man in my eyes, coach. Regardless of size. Besides, you need to know how to use it." The cheetah turned his head to Legoshi, who looked like a fish out of water.
"Word has it that this wolf is still a virgin."
The room gasped.
"No way! ...Can I jump his bones then?"
"How?! Girls would be dying for a chance with him."
Coach noticed Legoshi's uncomfortable, nervous look and bid the room be quiet.
"All of you, leave. I'd like to speak to the boy in private."
The other pervs left with dissatisfied grumbles, one of them snapping another pic of his bulge before he left.
"Now, my boy..." The coach sat down and looked at the boy from head to toe.
"Surely you must need some sort of release."
He pulled open a drawer, full of jocks, pride merchandise and a certain 'Buck Magazine'.
"Ah! Here it is," Coach pulled out a modest sized fleshlight. It was clear and oozed lube, as if it had been used before. Legoshi's eyes sparkled at that.
"Yeah, boy," the coach chuckled.
"Happy to get a hole?"
Coach stood up and whispered in his ear.
"Smash that thing. Let out all your lust. Imagine whatever you want." 
Coach placed a number card in Legoshi's paw.
"Just promise you'll take a video for ol' coach, understand? You can pay for it that way," he winked.
"Well, the session's over now, if you want to go back. Or you could stay for a massage..."
Yeah right, a ‘massage’. More like an excuse for coach to feel up Legoshi.
"A m-massage sounds good..." Legoshi uttered out, rubbing his arms and blushing. Try as he might, he cannot hide his true self, even the man he works with. Though he is a pervert, he is still a boy at heart, discovering his sexual feelings for men.

The thick dick between his legs has not gone unnoticed by coach. All too often, the man finds himself fuelling ill-begotten fantasies in which he drains the spunk from Legoshi so hard that the young boy can no longer stand straight without his knees buckling from the shivers.
When Legoshi returns to class, and others would ask what's wrong, noticing Legoshi’s eyes half-closed and his face twitching: Legoshi had to stop himself from replying with the following: 
"Oh, don't worry everyone. I just got the last two weeks' load drained out from me by a man twice my age."
Legoshi attempted to hide his sexual needs. But that's exactly what they are: needs. They cannot be forgotten about, and they cannot be just 'sealed away'.
"You know, Legoshi..." Jack said one night, awaking to the sound of his older wolf friend masturbating for the third time.
"If you need help, just say so."
The two friends keep Legoshi's rabbit and cub attraction a secret. When Jack found out one day about the magazine, he was at first surprised that such a kind-hearted wolf was into something so perverse, and then it just dawned on him.
As he flicked the pages and read the accounts of many wolves commenting on their post-nut clarity after choking their dicks to young white rabbits, Jack realised that this is just nature.
Ever since then, he's never viewed Legoshi differently. Not like he ever will.
"You're too hard on yourself, Legoshi," Jack uttered, looking out of the window.
Legoshi was too busy masturbating himself in a pool of his own sweat to answer.
"What story is it this time?" Jack shouted.
"A Wolf and a Cat!*” Legoshi answered, barely able to form a sentence in the midst of the goon.
(*Author’s Note: This is an actual story on my channel, feel free to read it!)

Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3347034
You all should become a bator addict like Legoshi, where you are triggered by even the slightest thought or mention of body hair. Look at how cute he looks, just discovering porn for the first time - his massive teen cock engorged and pulsating in his hand. It begs for more, it begs to be fed porn.
Yeah Legoshi, slide that hand up and down your cock. Don't be afraid to fondle your balls neither. The pleasure of penis is far too great. Get those hormones raging.
The door slowly creaked upon, yet Legoshi kept staring at his phone screen as if his eyes were glued to it.
Heavy footsteps were heard close to him, followed by a distinctive rumble in a chest. That’s the bear coach alright, the producer and distributer of every father’s favourite magazine: “Teen Wolf”.
"It's about time you started acting your age, boy," the coach said, putting his hands on his hips.
"What are you reading..." 
Coach squinted his eyes, and they shot open again in surprise.
"Jesus Christ, straight down the rabbit hole, aren't you lad."
Legoshi just blushed and continued lightly stroking his cock. He's been jerking off to Necroboy's stories of cubs (he is a man of taste, no doubt).
"Stand up here, lad," the coach asked. Once Legoshi got out of his bed, the coach took him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him up to make out with him.
"God, you're such a sexy fucking kid," he grunted out, leaving Legoshi unsure how to respond. He simply opened his mouth and let his coach's tongue lash about.
"Let me feel that smooth chest," his hand desperately hooked under the boy’s thin shirt, feeling Legoshi's short fur and growing muscles. He's still a bit lanky, but that's what makes him hot.
The coach's knees buckled from lust.
"Fuck, let's get that shirt off," coach undid Legoshi's shirt, exposing his shoulders and chest in full.
"Now, you shouldn't ever wear a shirt. I want those young shoulders to be exposed at all times.”
Typical textbook pervert behaviour. Legoshi loves it. He’s smiling to himself. 
“It’s not going to be a picture for the magazine, right..?” Legoshi asked, his voice soft, thinking of his coach as his own father at times.
The coach flashed him a great smile and waved his hand.
“Personal use, boy. You can relax. No need to go all out for this one.”
Coach got ready to take a picture.
That's when Legoshi undid his trousers to expose a bit of his underage cock bulging out over them.
"Aw, fuck yeah boy. Show off that package to us."
Snap.
Legoshi gave a pervy smirk. He knows these men love his teenage body.

Scene inspiration: https://twitter.com/Joelbearb/status/1538684288849305600?t=bFMCfNBPx1i4nGxdz6nPag&s=19
(But just imagine the coach as a bear instead!)
The scent of smoke is heavy in the air, and this is only amplified by the pure, unrepentant stink filling the room. It's not body odour, and it's certainly not off-putting. It's a drug - or, rather, a faggot's drug. Something which the coach of Cherryton Academy makes great use of his natural musk.
After all, who better to perv on the 17-year-old wolf than the mountain of testosterone that is the coach himself? It looks like he's sired kids of his own not once, but twice.
An aged, worn look is imprinted on his features, like a medal of life. He is the type of man you would walk up to and ask:
"Who's your favourite son?" 
Only for him to reply:
"Well, it's that Legoshi kid from my class, but that's all in my head. The boy's down bad for cubs, so I don't think he'll bother hooking up with an old man like me."
"Say, I haven't really asked..." 
Despite him attempting to mask his disgust, the deer's nose recoiled from the smell of the coach. A lowly herbivore like him will never understand what it's like to be a true male.
"How did your chest get so hairy? I-I mean-"
The bear chuckled to himself as the deer’s eyes told all.
("Look at him stumbling over his words. He can't even get his sentences straight. God, he's so fucked. He won't even be a good father.")
The sense of entitlement is strong amongst carnivores. When stupid shitstains like this deer dares to raise a threat to his masculinity, he's one to stop it in its tracks.
"-It's not drugs, right? Surely it couldn't have-"
The coach growled in the deer's face, baring his fangs.
The man drew his head back and stopped his sentence, allowing the carnivore god to speak.
"I'll have you know it's all natural," he lanced back, shooting the deer a stern look.
("Fuck sake. I can't stand this loudmouth. I just want Legoshi back. He's my carnivore brother... albeit much younger. Well, that's why he's ripe for 'guidance'...")
The lion ran his fingers through his fine chest fuzz. It's surprisingly thick now, which is why it's a main point of attention for everyone.
"Though I did fuck many cubs to get it this level." He mentioned, nonchalantly. 
The deer was nearly shaken out of his seat.
"What?!" He looked around for a second before lowering his voice.
"You've fucked a kid?" 
"Yeah! Don't you know you can buy them at the black market?" Coach replied proudly, scratching his head.
("Goddamn, this sweat is starting to get on my nerves. If only I had a certain teen wolf worshipping me.")
"Well, just another example of carnivores ruling the world..." The deer chuntered back, disappointed.
Coach slammed the sides of his chair, shouting in his face.
"Then pull up your boots and start fucking acting like one, boss!"
The deer looked flabbergasted for a second, before bursting out into laughter.
"You're right, of course! Why did I never think of that?"
He laughed for a few seconds more before it abruptly stopped. He then took a look at coach's raw, unravelled pit hair, and that was all he needed to stuff his nose in there like a needy wolf.
His nose scrunched up against the damp hairs like a stone in a warm brush. His closed his eyes and inhaled.
"Aw, fuck it though, I'll never be as manly as you..."
--End of the anthology --