Introduction ~ The Olden Days
Tradition. In modern day, such ideals are seen as nothing but a relic. Ideals which are thrust upon by parents living in the past. But many years ago, while the world was still young, tradition is all the beastmen knew... There was a time where men weren't dictated by the whims of society, and by the laws of the privileged few. 
You could say the world was equal. But, regardless of your own opinion, the world back then was just as unstable as it is today – the ‘society’ that was built in the Olden Ages is one built on sex, desires and putting men first. For men, it was a haven. But a society like this was doomed to fall… 
In those ancient times, no sophisticated means of communication existed. This was because everything was communicated by sex. Like cavemen giving into their baser instincts, the beastmens' old society thrived on the power of sex – cub sex, to be specific. 
Perversion was looked upon as a blessing - the sign of a heightened imagination for one to indulge into.
Family bonds existed deeper than blood and friendship. Not because of the irreplaceable bond they may share - but because being part of a family meant you were shown the ways of sex at an early age, and you were encouraged to participate in this endeavour. In the old society, incest was seen as the norm, since granted no harm to the existing life pool of the beastmen. Why? 
Because men ruled the world. Only men were allowed to exist.
Women were seen as nothing but devices to create cubs from.
Man, for better and worse, in its truest form, cast aside the lies of morality and goodness to make way for limitless perversion. 
Cub. Animal. Monster.
No hole is safe from a man in the Olden Days.
But this led to women becoming severely ostracised, limiting society's growth.
...That is why the scholars of today look back on the past with scorn.
They document the events of cub slavery, racial conflict, and 'interbreeding', when it is in fact a genuine love between father and son, as ‘dark, taboo, and wrong’. Today, it is all spoken under hushed tones. Even the mere mention of a cub is bound to make a wolf's neckfur prick up, his ears instinctively moving backwards to hear more, yet his face and body not turning.
The society of today has locked away the true nature of men. Thrown it into a cell, and bade it never see the light of day. But, in that cell, in this society of closed-off men, a key remains. The intrinsic, cubophilic nature of wolves has persisted on for thousands of years – never faltering, like a beacon of hope to some men. To others, it is a curse.
It all started when a site called CubLovers.net was established – the cog in the grand plan to thrust society back to the Olden Ages.
Even to this day, the site persists, its wealth of content expanding ever further, the corruption echoing through the hearts of many men every night as they bust their loads to cub porn.
A year has passed since the project began.
Nobody knows who the mastermind is – the man behind the plot to make every beastman into this world a cub lover, and the cubs, act as their slaves. Not unlike the Olden Ages, indeed...
But, to truly succeed in this effort, they must expand their horizons. Increase their knowledge of perversion - looking through the other tribes' tomes, and maybe even having a go at a farm animal themselves, following what the books say. The sacred tribal tomes are written by an anonymous scholar who lived in this harmonious world, and they detail, at length, life in the Olden Ages. ‘Life’, as in, many sexual acts… This was the very meaning of life itself to men in those times – nothing but sex all day.
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A father succumbs to his desire to feel his daughter’s young mouth on his cock
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"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck, you suck just as good as your mother." While he created quite a few sons, Leon also created a daughter that should be slaughtered, due to the simple fact that she's a girl, but Leon knew that his dick swings for the other team. He would much rather be balls deep in some cub pussy rather than knocking up a boy's ass.
Leon felt his daughter's soft lips suckle and drag along his rock-hard shaft, making him groan out in pleasure and watch on in admiration as he saw his 12-year-old daughter's small head push herself further and further down daddy's fat dong. His hands tensed and he felt the tickle of fur against his thighs as he stretched himself out into the bedding. He felt like such a fucking god. This is how it should be. Fathers using their kids as sex slaves.
Her little hands cupped her balls, but she could barely lift daddy's fat, cum-filled nuts off the ground. She's still so young, and much smaller than her daddy. It could be because all of her strength is focused on sucking her daddy off, that she can’t muster up the tiny bit of stamina she needs to even lift his heavy balls. 
Leon loved this – in fact, he craved for it constantly. He’s so glad he’s finally getting what he wants; what he needs in life – a cub on his cock. Not an easily breakable boy, but one who is designed to be fucked – a girl, which he can then knock up to create even more cub slaves.
Daddy looked at his daughter's body and throbbed in her mouth harder. He had no idea that cubs look so fucking cute while sucking cock! Their little whimpers, shallow gulps of air, worthless and desperate attempts to pry away from their father's cock, fuck, it was all so perfect. In this moment, Leon truly felt that men are the ones meant to rule this world.
His mind pigged out on lust, it all came to a climax when his daughter had no choice but to pull herself off daddy’s thick, fore-skinned dick, thick globs of cub spit stringing to the tip of his pulsating, nearly purple cockhead. 
“FUCK!” He shouted, his neck popping with veins. 
In an instant, he covered his daughter’s face with ropes and ropes of spunk, built up over the long week hunting and protecting the tribe. As such, the cum has a chunky, thick texture, and as she scooped it off her face and inspected her daddy’s semen in her hand, she was astounded by the destiny of his father’s semen. It’s bitterer than milk, so thick that she can barely gulp it down, and in such a great quantity that she is quickly overwhelmed, but it is milk all the same – milk to help her grow, straight from her daddy’s churning balls. 
Cubs have a skill: to drain men fully of their cum. But that skill, the Alpha Leader of the world believed, should only be reserved for their fathers; for as they have created their cubs, and they deserve to use them in any way they like. 

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Intermission ~ The Ostracization of Women
Society in the Olden Days is so negative of women, that even fathers' young daughters were slaughtered at birth. Men had advanced to a level of perversion that even heterosexual acts were seen as 'vanilla'. But there is no changing the wills of the body - straight men still existed in abundance, despite the wolves and tigers of this land doing all they can to secure boy hole to pound every waking moment of their lives. Thus, a trafficking system was born - where daughters were sold and transported into the laps of many lucky straight men - all contributing towards the region's trade and wealth. In this land which prides itself on eliminating also possible taboos, funnily enough, sex trafficking of female cubs was seen as taboo, simply because the nature of it went against the will of the Alpha: "To procreate with men, and to breed their boys. Men should only be allowed to exist in this world."
In his persistence in attempting to create a society comprised of solely men who want small holes buried around their cocks, the Alpha Leader neglected to mention or acknowledge the simple fact of science in the first place. It's true, society may have been 'better' back then, but everyone was still dumb. Dumb, horny perverts who only lust for cub hole.
When pee pee rubs up against va jay jay, cubs are made. Simple facts, right? Simple science.
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A 23-year-old wolf, that can’t read or write, but can certainly fuck, finds out what cub pussy looks like for the first time
Despite the leader’s hatred of women, many wolves loved to be around the young females, often helping them out and showing them around their tribes and informing them of their culture and traditions when the Alpha Leader wasn’t around to inspect the place.
One wolf is a lucky man indeed – purchasing a young girl who has narrowly escaped from death but is still possessed of a pure heart and mind regardless. She took a keen interest into the tribe’s library, often wanting to read about the many cultures and people that make up this world.
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It all went downhill when the girl asked to be picked up, however. She happily giggled and talked to herself as she picked up her favourite books, meanwhile, her wolf friend (aka her foster father), took a keen interest in her luscious behind; heretofore unseen.
When he picked up the curious cub, the wolf was surprised when he looked at how small her ass was and how his big hands can easily fit around her thighs in a tight grip. Despite her small size in comparison to a full-grown woman, her ass is still shaped like a peach and the wolf couldn't help himself but prod a finger on her chubby cheek to see if it really has the same feel of his son's. Sure enough, it does, and once the wolf felt his paw soak into the little lady's butt, he couldn't stop himself from drooling. Thinking that his drool is better served as a lubricant, the wolf prodded his nose between her thick cheeks, spreading her legs a little bit apart so he can really squirm his tongue into that child cunny. The girl gasped as she felt the wolf's warm tongue penetrate her pussy, making her shake all over.
The wolf breathed hard against her ass as he ate her out, causing the young lass to vibrate with pleasure all over. This was a welcome surprise.
The man closed his eyes and let his muzzle become wet with her pussy juices as he slashed about his tongue inside her little cunt, making her squirm and moan like no boy could ever do. Her face was flushed, her legs were half-paralysed in pleasure, and the poor lass couldn’t even keep her own weight up in the midst of it – overcome with desire for her foster father as she is. The wolf, growling with lust, shoved his tongue deeper up her pussy, bulging out her stomach. That’s when she started screaming, and attracting other wolves into the library, who looked on in perverted wonder. 
The wolf turned around to greet the group, slipping his tongue out of her stretched out, yet still virgin, vagina, a mixture of pussy juices and thick, sloppy man-spit falling to the floor, creating a puddle underneath the two.
“Who wants to pound my daughter?” The man growled out.
“I’ll give you three silvers for it. She’s still so tight, and I’ve just deflowered her from my tongue.” 
Men who thought of themselves as gay quickly flocked to be the first to pound this sexy little cub, who was half-asleep, mostly delirious with a craving for man cum. When the pounding is finished, something tells me that she’ll never be awake again.
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A horny teenager eats out a wanderer in the woods
Teenage boys are no exception of being relegated as sex objects in the world of the Olden Days – and, although the world started out with degenerate cub sex, once society had progressed to find a suitable means of trade other than daughter sex trafficking, this provided ample opportunity for other tribes to interact with each other – one of the tribes being the foxes, infamously known for their lithe, ‘twink-like’ fox boys.
Best described as: “Definitely 18”, these fox boys acted as the main communication between other tribes, often being used as a way for other races to ‘make friends’, bonding from the power of sexy teenage boys.
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Sloppy sounds echoed across the woods as this fennec fox ate out the adult deer, making his knees tremble with pleasure, his face squinting shut several times with shocks of lust.
"Hey kid... Where'd you learn that trick?" The man groaned out, looking back at the boy with lustful wonder. The youngster did not reply - he only continued eating out the man's succulent, juicy ass, digging his snout deeper between the man's large cheeks.
All his life, Sean has known nothing but how to service other men. As someone hailing from the fox tribe, such traditions are to be expected, and this deer hunter he had found prowling about in the woods, sneaking dangerously close to the tribe's border, was to be his lucky target.
He recalled the advice of his father: "Son, if there's one thing true in life: it's that all men love you. Your power to service man is more than mere sexual satisfaction. It can open pathways to friendship and trade."
His father lived closely to the ideals of the fox tribe, and Sean was insistent on following through with his father's wishes.
Barely into his 15th summer, Sean has every makings of the ideal sex partner for an adult male. He’s sturdy, can handle a beating, but still young and soft on the surface. A perfect meal for a pervert.
"Holy fucking shit, kid..." The deer growled out as he felt Sean's tongue squirm deeper into his butt, to the point where he feels like the boy will have trouble maintaining oxygen.
Like the men themselves who prey on the boys, it is the boys who have a craving for men. In this society, desire goes both ways. Although cubs don’t have a say on what they choose to like and do (after all, they are far too young), once boys have matured, they have more control of their life, and are soon seen as a man.
This brings me onto my next account, the ‘coming of age’ tribal ritual...
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To call it a ‘coming of age’ ritual is a stretch, considering the boys are barely of age themselves… But that’s just how it was in the Olden Days.
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As the leader son is reaching the age for the growing rite (around his 15th), he can't wait to be the center of attention of the camp. His father will have to save up for the days before, in advance of giving his firstborn all the manly seed he wants in front of the rest of the camp, in order to assure his status as alpha male, and to give his son the nutrients he need to grow as strong and hairy as himself. When the day finally came, both walked to a stone throne in the middle of a circle of people. The leader sat on the throne, casually spreading his legs and getting comfortable, still covering his manhood with a loincloth that had some wet stains (precum, possibly) and it’s a bit bulged already. His son kneeled just before him; his head is just at the same height of his father's bulge. 
“Damn, dad, it sure smells strong...” he thought the moment he was about to untie his father’s stinky loincloth to reveal the contents of the hairy crotch he was created from to the rest of the camp.
With no hurry, he made the cloth drop to the soil, revealing his father’s sweaty manhood.
The leader was still half erect, his black cock throbbing slowly and getting even more hard as he imagines the moment the ritual starts.
His son has seen his daddy’s dick many times, for example, when he went to his father’s room to play with him while he sleeps... But no matter how many times he lays his eyes upon his father’s huge manhood, it is always an impressive sight to behold.
He started caressing the shaft a bit, pulling down and up and down on his foreskin, revealing and covering his piercing. With the other paw, he tried to hold his father balls, but he couldn't fit them in one hand, each orb of manly seed was almost as big as his hand. They were fuzzy with ginger hairs and sweaty, heavy, and full of spunk. 

“Fuck, dad for sure would be able to breed all the camp, if he saves up a week or two.” The teenager thought to himself. As he played with the hair on those fat balls, his father’s cock finally grew to its maximum size. A beautiful foot long big black cock that he was about to enjoy in front of all his friends and more. He started licking the ginger bush of his father, sniffing that manly odour, and fantasizing about having it for himself soon, when he gets big and hairy. His father’s cock craved attention, starting to produce precum that flowed from the tip and fell to the soil.
“Boy...” snarled Gnorr.  
“I haven't cum in a week for you, don't waste anything.” He said as his patience started to end, grabbing his son by the head, and getting his kid’s mouth to work.
The public cheered as the kid started sucking that black cock, some of them very jealous of the situation, others started jerking off, with a few just commenting on the show.
The kid was eager in doing his best for both his father and the camp...
To make his father show off like the alpha leader he is, to be able to breed an army if he wanted and have enough females for him. He will do his best to empty his dad's balls ‘till he gets exhausted in front of everyone.
He was trying to do all the stuff he practiced with his sleeping father to make him cum good:
With one hand he jerked the lower part of his shaft, hitting the pubic bush in the base and going up, as well as trying to get most of the cock on his mouth, although that was a gargantuan duty due to the size of his father. With the other hand, he massaged those fat nuts, gently pulling and squeezing them, feeling them churn inside the sac.
He was too concentrated on his job and savouring the salty precum his father was producing, that he was not able to hear what his father was saying. He just looked up and saw a half angry expression on his father's face.
The leader was warning the kid to ‘buckle up’ since he was about to blow, but since the cock-hungry teenager didn't heed his warnings, he had to take control of the situation himself.
Firmly grabbing his son head with both his hands on each side, Gnorr stood up and started fucking the shit out of this 15-year-old son’s smooth face. Gnorr turns into a monster when he is about to cum, so he thrusted all his black cock down his son’s throat in the heat of the moment and let out a deep howl and started cumming. He saved up for so long that it was a fucking big load, thick and full of protein to make his son the next big leader...
The kid felt the sudden discharge on his throat, he could count all the shots of white rope that his father was pouring in him based on the throbbing of his cock. He lost the count at 13 and could only feel how his tummy was getting full of warm, warrior seed.
He couldn’t hold it much more though, so he had to tap his father's leg to make him stop... But that didn't stop the brute.
He had to squeeze his father balls harder to make him swing back to the senses. The moment he did that thought, it was like squeezing the last drops of a bottle, and an even harder and bigger cumshot built up in his rawed-out throat.
He was fast enough to take his father cock out of his head in the moment it started spurting again. Thick long ropes of cum flying over both, in front of everyone to enjoy.
As his father was enjoying the aftermath, lots of his cum started to land over both their faces and bodies... Surely, a lot of hair will grow soon...
The camp cheered along to the successful completion of the situation – some started to talk loud about how lucky that kid was, and others got reminded of why the leader was the alpha...

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Ending ~ The fall of the Olden Ages from man’s limitless desires, to make way for a new world

And then the collapse happened.
Too enthused and enthralled in their own perversions, the men of this world fucked every last cub to death. Sure enough, what was walking the wilds were the 'real men' indeed, blood and entrails hanging off their cocks like proud trophies, smattering of hairs on their chest like a proud mane, and a thick pube bush to boot, but to what end did it all serve? The Alpha Leader, whose dark desires, in turn, led to the collapse of society in the Olden Days. 'Collapse' may seem like an overstatement though, especially if you imagine the aforementioned 'society' of being comprised of an unfinished building with only nails screwed into the ground and a jitter-jattery frame, made of the weakest log. A heavy gust a wind blows through it, shattering it all to splinters. That is the best description for what happened; the men who had built their own destruction. For, in killing cubs, they had no fuckmeat. And since they massacred all the women, there's no reproduction to speak of.
Knowing their doom and eventual extinction, the Alpha Leader turned to the Gods to help, who in turn offered to revitalise the circle of life in exchange for the life of the Alpha Leader - one which was happily agreed upon, even if the man himself did not agree on it.
...And so, life was reborn, with Alex, the new Wolf Tribe Leader, offering to pick up the pieces of the Alpha Leader of yore, except his perversions were not as extreme as the man himself. But is that truly the case? Every man has a secret. A desire unhinged; untameable. While the wolves of the Olden Days simply fucked cubs for the fun of it, in the tribe now, there is a meaning to their actions. There is a purpose why their sons need to undergo a 'coming of age ritual' at age 16 with barely any hairs to speak of; for it is their culture. 
In a world dominated by sex, the meaning can grow distant. But through teachings, the learning can persist on, and the young ones can learn and grow to be like their elders, educated and well informed on, not only the desires of man, but the world around them.
This, in part, falls to the control of the controller - strictly speaking: the desires of Man himself. Intrinsically a perverted and impressionable creature there are many ways a male can go in life. In truth, it is the ability to keep their desires in check which pushes forward society today. For there can be no learning without mistakes. No grand adventure without missteps. What matters in the first step: the courage to believe in yourself as a person, to take your desires by the balls and think 'this is the way that I am'. For a particular man, there can be no changing who you are. But you can be clever with the hands you have been dealt.
"Harm no one. Have fun." Such was the motto of Alex, the new leader of this world. 
Violence begets more violence - it is true, but I imagine, for the wolves, it’s hard to keep themselves from snuffing a cub just because 'they felt like it'. Their rituals, their sexual education, and lessons, all of it is to contribute towards the happiness of cubs and please the desires of Man. It is a world that is a far cry from the previous one - but it is one built with the intentions of 'never giving up on happiness as men'.