~A Father's Pride~

Bandit was a kind father once. You know, he still is. But something changed. He discovered porn. And it ruined his life. Well, by 'ruining his life', did it mean converting him straight down to the path of cubophilia with no exit, no light at the end of the tunnel? Yes. That is where Bandit is now. He is racing there. Down the path of cubophilia. Relentlessly, with each stroke of the cock, he gets deeper. All doubts clear from his mind when he reads propaganda such as "men are born with it" to "if it makes you cum, do it".
Bandit is sure "it's all just a fantasy", even as he watches cubs getting stuffed by big manly tiger men in the park, or what have you.

But, when he released a salty string of sperm to a teasing, slutty-like selfie of his teenage daughter in middle school for the first time in his life, Bandit didn't know where his intentions lie. In fact, he has no clue. Is this who he really is? A degenerate cubophile? 

"But no!" He thinks. "I am a kind man! I am a loving father!"
But then his cock speaks.
"Fuck, I would love to see my daughter with her tits out."
"Jesus, I wonder how many horned up young men are blowing to her at night?"
"Hell yeah, I knew she was one of those 'popular girls' at school, those who only turn into STUPID FUCKING SLUTS." Bandit groans as he strokes his cock to these rancid thoughts, harder than he ever was in his life.
"All little girls are STUPID FUCKING SLUTS." He repeats, like he's losing himself in a trance. His voice breaks with passion. He can't wait to see some middle schooler booty at the beach, especially now that it's summer break soon.

Real Australian dad goals.
Goon to girls, sexualise the fuck outta those slutty teenagers, and get himself high on his own pit stink all while strokes his big fuck-off 9-inch, uncut cock like a piston. Up and down. Up and down. He would much rather be deflowering his daughter's virginity right now rather than gooning out to his cub loving thoughts, but he can't have everything in life. It's either this, or jail, so quite honestly, he's happy with what he has. The chance to properly pump his cock to those young cuties and give them the cum they so very much deserve.

It is true, Bandit would very much love to spread his seed inside some young pussy instead. At least he is aware of this, this carnal desire which runs through all men as naturally as blood flows through their veins.

A father watches their child grow. Bandit does more than that.

He takes photos of them. He takes many videos of their countless memories, shared in happiness. But, when all is said and done, what is happening behind closed doors? All the memory-keeping can be classed as just an 'innocent act' by the father, but what is it really? Yes, of course, as a father, Bandit would want to see his children grow and share memories with them. But what else would he want?
…You're goddamn right he wants to spaff off to his kids.

You'll be a fool to think that Bandit, a childhood character beloved the world over, is anything but a degenerate cubophile. My dude in christ, he is around a bunch of kids all day. And though at first he could just sleep it off, times have changed ever since his favourite daughter, Bluey, has stepped into the increasingly uneven path of life that is known as adolescence.
(It only gets worse from here, Bluey, so you better have some dad dick to set you straight.)

Bandit is jerking off to them, covering family photos in cum. His children look so beautiful. He has all but forgotten about his wife and given himself completely into goonage.
Unfortunately, Bandit is at a strange stage of parenthood. His two daughters are now teenagers, and holy fucking hell, he never wants them to escape this phase. 
Sure, as cubs, they were kinda hot, but it's whatever, they were way too trouble-causing for their own good. But now, as teenagers? As young adolescents? 

Bandit can't keep count of how many times his beloved Bluey has brought a guy home, only to hear them getting it on upstairs within a matter of minutes. Is his daughter some kind of teenage whore? Bandit touched himself to the thought as he listened intently to their ongoings upstairs.
Before, he would just think of it as 'kids being kids', and turn the TV up so that it could drown out their moans of pleasure. But, now, Bandit finds himself turning the fucking volume down. Why? Because he wants to hear his daughter. He wants to hear: Every. Last. Detail. Of her underage pussy getting fucking smashed to smithereens. Those girlish moans, the frantic hip-thrusting, damn near bed-breaking thrusts of the wolf stud of the day dicking her down. 
"I always knew you were a whore, Bluey! You're the school's fucking SLUT!" The young man screamed out from the top of his lungs. Clearly, these kids have no respect for their elders who just want to enjoy a peaceful time downstairs (you won't hear Bandit complaining though).
"Uwaahhhh! Give me that knotted jock cock!" She screamed, Bandit noted, in a voice not like her own. Like she was imitating some bratty porn. Fuck. Does Bluey think she's some kind of influencer now? It wouldn't surprise Bandit; every part of his daughter is, in his eyes, perfect.
She is very woman-like for her age, but she is also slender and young-looking enough to get straight into some cubophile's pants.

Bandit recalls a time where the fucking whore of a girl he dares call his daughter invited what seemed to be the whole bloody school around to their house.
Daddy was out for some 'business trip' during that time, but that didn't stop him from spying on the fit young lads and slutty just-as-young girls from his secret cameras, getting physical and immediately drunk like teenagers are known to do.

He recalls when a group of jocks were huddled towards one corner of the living room, speaking in hushed tones about how many dicks Bluey's flaps had seen.
"Yeah, she's a real jailbait that one," one wolf laughed, groping his crotch as he looked over to her. He looks at her with pure contempt. Like she is an object to be disposed of.

When we are talking about sex, this is only natural, you see. Men are driven by their cocks. Men want what they cannot have. But, more than that, men love to hate. They love to feel superior and on top of the world. This is just a natural male trait. 

Of course it's a fucking wolf jock that's calling Bluey a 'jailbait'. Bandit rolled his eyes. But what followed after was something that made his heart flutter.
"Doesn't that just make it better, though? The fact that she could look like she's still in middle school or sum shit." Another dude interjected, half-jokingly. The glow in his eyes and his bulging crotch dissuaded Bandit of all doubts that he was 'just joking', however. The other men awkwardly laughed; dare not commenting on their shared cubophilic interests.
"Yeah, sure, man."
I guarantee you, those jock bros all wanted to make out with each other then. Objectifying women and following their cocks in such a way gets any man riled up.

--One day, in Bandit's bedroom, with his curtains closed...

It was all over when Daddy found his girl's TikTok videos, though. Jesus christ - as if gooning to the family photos wasn't bad enough, now he had stumbled onto a whole different kind of rabbit hole (and no, I am not referring to the holes that Legoshi likes).

If anything, Bandit wished she impregnated Bluey when she was younger, taking daddy's sweet superior offspring, created from his hairy fucking balls, semen that would shoot forward straight into her underdeveloped pussy from daddy's big fat shiny cockhead. 
Maybe then she would have made something of herself - sired kids n' shit, instead of becoming this 'social media influencer' that she is today, thinkin' she's changing other people's lives, only completely unaware to the fact that she's making pervert men blast their loads high in the air to her content. They know she's under 18. Hell, Bluey fuckin' knows, hence all the goddamn teasing. But something tells us that she'd capitalise on all this fame and fortune as soon as she turns 18, immediately opening an OnlyFurs for 80% of her follower base to migrate to (her followers mostly consisting of middle-aged men and horny high school jock boys).

It doesn't matter, because there's a crap ton of material of his daughter to spank to right now. As soon as Bandit 'happened' across his daughter's TikTok page (the existence of which he gleaned from fellow horny young boys), he was greeted to a pinned video of her doing some gyrating dance in a crop top, wearing only the most freaking tight panties he's ever goddamn seen. He ain't seen that in the laundry before. The sight damn well near forced the cum out of Bandit's cock, but he needs to hold back. He needs to be a good little gooner and edge himself to the whole of his teenage daughter's feed like the terrible, perverted father he is.
400k likes. 5 million views. 3 million saves.
Well, at least he knows he's not alone in appreciating his daughter, then.

Bandit can go on for as long as he wants to. He's got the whole house to himself, for once in his life. An empty house is a glorious victory for a horny father. Naturally any old person would think about doing chores or some shit. But us men? We'll jack off. We'll get rid of those pesky headphones and watch porn on the perfect audio setup, leaning back in our chairs, our cocks lubed and ready to go ham, just like Bandit is doing now. It's hard to believe he uses this same room as an office space. The curtains are closed, the smell is absolutely the smell of pure cock, and he ain't ever going to see the light of day until he wakes up the next morning, exhausting himself from blowing the fattest wads to his young teenage daughter.

"Let's fucking do this."
He's got the true gooner mindset right now, ready for a night full of fun, just to pig out on his thoughts, his brain and mind permanently altering on this perversion. It is natural for men. 

Bandit watched the screen with awe as he watched his young daughter throw it back like it was no big deal.

Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/4082045

Bandit looks like he's let himself go completely. His facial hair is overgrown, his beard is all nice n' bushy, and he looks about 10 years older just from the simple fact that he's forgone plucking his face, all of the silver daddy furs growing over his face. Below that, he's part fucking gorilla. His chest is as bare as ever, still looking well-muscled, with well-defined pecs for his age. 
But it's his forearms which are pretty much ape. Covered in black thatchy hairs, one could comb their fingers in it and get stuck immediately. That is the power of Bandit's unshaven body hair - and we are making no mention of his furry crotch, his literal hair-covered ass, and thick, furry legs.

Before he knew it, he was blowing salty loads to his teen daughter like wildfire. Something just clicked within him.

~Bandit, the Legoshi Lover~

Everything went a bit tits up as soon as Bandit happened across a video from a young grey wolf simply known as 'HotTeenCherrytonBoy155'. 

Scene inspiration: https://twitter.com/Frute_Brute/status/1635490249512984576

In this video, the youngster looked to be in his school uniform with his shirt sleeves pulled up, exposing the boy's well defined, thick forearms, lightly dusted with hair. Just from that trace of exposed fur, Bandit could tell this wolf was incredibly vascular for his age, with a perfect build which would look great to put on muscle with. Bandit felt his breath catch in his throat. He was incredibly attracted to this nameless boy. He gulped as he could see the clear outline of a bulge in the boy's striped school pants, like a snake was stuffed in there. 
Then the camera shot up straight to his face, and Bandit nearly came then and there. He never knew it was possible to cum from the sight of someone before, but the boy looked absolutely beautiful. The youngster has a firm, fine chiselled jawline, making him look a lot more manly for his age, but his facial features would be best described as "cute and soft". Put it simply, he is extremely attractive for his age. He is literally like a young male model, who belongs on a magazine, filled with propaganda about how teenage boys can be sexy too.

"The name's Legoshi." His soft voice urged out.
Bandit would remember that name forever.

The dad's eyes widened as the boy unzipped his school slacks, revealing a thick, uncircumcised 8-inch cock that whipped back harder than Katy Perry's wrecking ball.

He then started stroking his thick cock, huffing out through his nose. Bandit could see the pleasure visibly hitting Legoshi's face as he touched his dong.
Relief after so long. He was all bulged up in class and now he actually gets a chance to give into his dong. It looked like the thickness of his shaft could tear the zipper apart. Legoshi's third leg. 

"Jesus christ. What are they feeding kids nowadays…?" Bandit's ghastly whisper urged out of his throat. His eyes were glued to the screen, glimmering with a new kind of passion.

Legoshi just started stroking then and there. Straight up, in front of the camera, he just started perving out on his teen dong, whispering something out about 'cub fleshlights' and 'hot daddies'.

Why, oh why, were teenagers made to be this sexy? Why is he cursed with this cubophilia? Bandit cannot take his hand from his cock. He has discovered a new world; a world in which his fantasies are accepted, worshipped, and made real.

It's not about 'corrupting his mind'.
It is about Bandit discovering his own truth. His own belief, that yes, high schooler jock boys deserve to be gooned over. 

He almost wants to tell this mystery 'Legoshi':

"Do you understand how hot you are?"
"Do you understand the power you wield over men?"

But of course, Legoshi is keenly aware of this fact. Why else does the Teen Wolf Magazine sell like hotcakes? In a world where cubophilia is stamped out and made into evil, the dam is starting to break. Bold souls like Legoshi would dare to push this current forward, and horny, repressed men like Bandit would let themselves get swept up in the water.

Maybe it is time for a revolution.
A revolution in which all his cock's desires will come true.

To discover your own truth, even as society may run against you…
This is what men like Legoshi and Bandit believe in.

It is not just a simple fact of being a cubophile just for the sake of it; because it feels good. No, it is because it makes you into who you are.

And, sometimes, the only thing you can do is accept it.

~Interlude scene: Legoshi’s Doubt~

Legoshi had to learn this belief.

"Why, oh why, was I made this way?"

That was his question.
It led him to many sleepless nights, many worries, and conflicts with himself.

Even as he tries to find himself, he falls back into old habits. Habits which would very much ruin his life. Naturally, the only thing one would think of in this situation is to get rid of the bad.
But he cannot escape this bad habit - it is a vice. Life is not so simple. If it was, we would be all happy.

He cannot escape this behaviour. He can try to change it, mold it, but he cannot cut it out entirely. 

So, day by day, he silently suffers. Cursed to live the life of a carnivore; of a cubophilie. Sometimes, Jack just wishes he was able to shake him and tell him to 'get it together already'. But Legoshi's self-image is in tatters. If he doesn't do something about it now, he will never escape this conflict within himself. So, the only thing he can do is continue to live; to push forward.

He doesn't even have the courage to end it.
He cannot even change what bothers him so much.

"Am I just weak?"
"Am I doomed to fail simply because I was born this way?" 

But, in the midst of this endless fog, a hand reaches towards him. It is the hand of a labrador - the kindest man he knows: Jack.

Jack has already seen everything. He knows everything. Even what's happening with Gouhin's 'therapy' sessions. But still, knowing this ugly truth, Jack would still offer to help him? 

It is a kindness he will not forget.
All that Legoshi needed was a friend. And now that he has got that courage, and through strife and turmoil, he will succeed.

Using this newfound confidence, he will inspire other men to do the same. To goon over his teenage body. 

And, with this truth, you may find that you are not so bad after all.

In confidence comes control.

Scene inspiration: https://www.reddit.com/r/Beastars/comments/10izvsu/diko_artz/

One day, after PE class, Legoshi noticed a very strange change to his body. He was trying to get his shirt on, ready for a night out with Haru, when he noticed he could barely fit in the damn thing. It was already tight enough when he was buttoning it up, but when he reached the topmost buttons, it felt like the damn thing was about to rip to shreds should it be pulled any tighter.

Legoshi sighed.
"Damn shirt is too small…" 
He huffed, looking at himself in the mirror with disappointment evident on his face. But as he gazed upon his form, his brow furrowed.
He did look a little different.
The shirt wasn't too small - he remembers buying this at medium size exactly. So, then, what was the issue?
Legoshi quickly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, letting it dangle from the sides. He looked at his exposed chest, his young pecs, and his soft, developing abs. As he ran his hand down his body, everything seemed a lot firmer than before.
A strange sensation filled his body, causing him to puff out his chest subconsciously.
"Is this… pride?" He whispered.
Legoshi looked at his hands. Long, talon-like, but more vascular than ever. It isn't just Gouhin's training sessions doing the work, it's straight up puberty.

Bryce was standing in the doorway, watching Legoshi get changed. As he dragged on his cigarette, he gave the boy a long, scrutinising look that is sure to bore into the back of his head.

Legoshi could recognise those puffs of smoke anywhere. His ears twitched as he heard the man's loud sigh, the room filling up with smoke.
"...Bryce?" He asked.

Bryce let out a wide grin, galloping closer to the boy with his big feet. It only took 3 big steps until the distance between them was closed. His firm hand pressed on Legoshi's lithe, bony shoulder.
"You got that right, lad."
He puffed out another puff of smoke, uncaringly driving his cigar into the ashtray just accessed from over Legoshi's shoulder. Legoshi could feel his hair stand on end from this man's presence - the man who helped him rise to fame.

Bryce met Legoshi's gaze in the mirror.
"Yer 17 now."
Legoshi continued staring, trying not to meet the man's gaze. He gets very bashful around big burly men.
The bear laughed, and placed his other hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently, encouragingly.
"Gahaha, don't you worry lad, I'm sure the masses will like you just as much as soon as you turn 18."
He tilted his head down to speak to the boy directly.
"Besides, when you're marchin' on into your early 20s, I doubt you'd look a lick older. Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. The wonder of youth. Of true boyish love." 

Then, he felt the coach's hands leave him. Legoshi smiled a little to himself. It was like Bryce was only there to feed shit in his brain about how he should be sexualising himself for others. But, still, there's a hint of truth in his words, even though he may just be saying it all for his own perverted ends.

Legoshi should enjoy life in his youth, while it lasts.

---

~Bandit in the Bathroom~

Despite the loud knocks on the door, Bandit continued masturbating furiously.
"Daddy!!!" His youngest screamed, clamouring for a chance with 'bath time with daddy' again.
"Not now, son!" Bandit growled, in-between huffed breaths. He's working up a storm. Jerking his fat uncut cock, still in his work clothes and all, only his trousers unzipped and sitting by his ankles. Bandit is stood straight up, jerking his dick with a passion, with his eyes firmly shut. His annoying kids won't interrupt his goon sesh.
"Daddy's at the toilet!" He said, then his loud voice suddenly broke when ropes of sperm came shooting out of his cock, hitting the tiled wall. The thought of his children sent him over the edge. He continued masturbating his rock-hard dick even as he was cumming. He wanted to roar so bad. He wanted to scream, shout and swear up a fucking hurricane. But he can't, because his kid is on the other side of that door. His kid…

Bandit opened his eyes to an unsteady world. He had to lean against the toilet lid as he got back to his senses.
The knocks came again, causing Bandit to wince with annoyance.
"Pleeeaaaaase Daddy, let me come in…" 

His son knew daddy was having a fun time without him. Not one to ignore a cub's impassioned request, Bandit held the door slightly ajar for the cub, but with one condition:
"Don't tell your mother, okay?"
His son's eyes lit up like stars as his tail wagged furiously behind him.
"Okay daddy! Love you!"

The cute little thing. He was even clutching his panda plushie in his arms, before deciding to settle it down after he took a few steps into the bathroom.

The boy gasped as he looked at the cum plastered wall, immediately bounding over to it. Bandit did try to stop the kid, but his cock throbbed and it urged him to stop in his tracks and let the kid do whatever he was about to do.
So, naturally, Bandit followed his cock, the fucking freak.

The boy stood on the toilet seat and licked the trail of dropping cum on the wall from top to bottom. No fucking lie, the kid literally swiped his raw tongue on that tiled wall just for a taste of his father's semen.

Bandit was astounded.
The damn boy needs his MILK! Those shitty cartons at school aren't doing enough. Straight up, the kid needs his father.

The cub pulled himself away from the wall and hopped down the toilet seat without a care in the world, as if he is just oblivious as to what he's done. He was about to exit the room was it not for Bandit's croaky voice whispering out to him.
"S… Son?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the wall, which was now covered in a fine sheen of cub spit.
The boy smirked as he held open the door.
"...What, daddy?" He snarked back, holding his teddy boy now close to the floor, his arm relaxed outward.
Bandit blinked, and finally turned his head towards his son, albeit slowly.
"Can we… Can we go camping next week?"
His son let out a bright smile. Love filled his eyes. His tail started to wag again.
"I'd love to, daddy!"

---

~Bandit, the Legoshi Lover (Continuation)~

Now that Bandit was balls deep into the Legoshi rabbit hole, it's only a matter of time before he gets obtusely hooked on teenage boys. Well, just from the sight of Legoshi's hard abs alone, he was already directed onto the path of degenerate homosexuality. 

So what's up with these teens then? What 'secret ingredient' do they have that causes men to bust their load so hard that they've probably forever altered how their cock works? Like a dam being crashed away by the waves.

As Bandit looks upon these young bodies, he is not sure why he feels an attraction to them. Just earlier, he discovered a folder called "Cherryton Hotties", shared on, you guessed it, CubLovers.net. (I will not get tired of this reference, so don't moan at me, reader. Just stroke.) 
Now, this folder took a long time to find, and just from the title and impassioned comments below the post alone, he is sure that he's struck gold.

When he opened the folder, he was greeted with something that not even his wildest fantasies could conjure.

Cherryton Hotties 1 (Collot): https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52220247/

Pure fucking teen porn. Well, porn to us. But to them? Just some innocent selfies or something. Like it was lifted off their social media profiles. And hell… Bandit just has to question how on earth do these kids keep getting away with it? Teasing men like this? What's it all for? Probably to get fat daddy dick shoved in their mouths a few years earlier. They are a generation of instant gratification, low-attention span sexual retards, after all. 

Bandit had to squint to see the file name, but it said 'collotlockerroom'. Collot must be the name of the hunk he sees before him. Somehow, this teenager is more manly than most men he's seen in his life.
He clearly took the photo after working out (or probably PE class), and he appears to be alone in the locker room, taking advantage of this opportunity to snap a good pic of his brawny, exposed arms, and his well-muscled chest that fills out his tank top. All at the tender age of, oh, I don't know, 17? Bandit can't quite tell their ages, and that makes it all the better.

It didn't stop Bandit from blasting a fatty to that photo of Collot though. Seeing his hair all sweaty and messed up like that, it made him think about the pure fucking teen stink in that room, and that sent him over the edge and then some.

Collot was bulging out that jockstrap so fuckin' much, almost like the darned thing couldn't fit him no more; as if it was coming apart at the seams. That's what you get for being young and hung: nothing fits you anymore, especially hand-me-down panties from your little brother. Yeah, those types of panties definitely won't fit around Collot's beefy waist, let alone properly hold the full weight of his flaccid, barely-legal semi-erect uncircumcised cock. And even if he does manage to snap those things on, his fluffy, untrimmed and clearly unkempt pube bush will spill over the band and make him look way too old to be wearing those things anyways.

Teens are gods.
Now repeat after me.
Teens are gods.
Spank yourself to young teen cock.
Orgasm at the thought of a boy's growing pube bush.
Become permanently erect at the thought of a locker room filled with musky, sex-obsessed teenage boys. You know you like them. As a gay man, we can't deny them. Sometimes we just gotta lay out the truth: that yeah, I'd suck a 17-year-old dry. So what?

Now for the next part…

Cherryton Hotties 2 (Bill): https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52459210/

You thought I stopped there eh? Just wait until I talk about Bill. Absolutely the powerhouse of Cherryton Academy, and most likely the dude getting off to the sickest shit he can find on the Internet, so unbelievably pervy that he is sure to make the cubophile teachers' eyes water.

…If they weren't already tented from his sheer teen prowess, that is. Let's not mince words, Bill has no business looking this good despite being a teenage boy, but here we are. Now I can barely stop beating my meat to a pulp to describe this guy, but I'll try my best.

I hope Bill is homophobic as fuck.
Arms that big? He's definitely popping a few necks and crushing a few faggot skulls with that amount of power. Dude has just got the meatiest veins running through his biceps and arms and we're just sat here tempering our erections, silently cursing to ourselves for getting hard to a minor. But no more.

BILL IS A TEEN GOD.
I HOPE HE RAPES WOMEN AND HATES FAGGOTS.
BILL IS A TEEN GOD.
EVEN JUST A GLIMPSE OF HIS BODY WOULD SEND ME INTO A THUNDEROUS ORGASM.
BILL IS A TEEN GOD.
I HOPE HIS HOT BODY IS PLASTERED ALL OVER CHERRYTON ACADEMY.
BILL IS A TEEN GOD.
HE CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING.

~The Deep Dark Alleyway, Ending Scene~

Kay kneeled before the panther, who was exasperated and exhausted from the force of his own orgasm. His pearly white cum soaked into his short black fur, looking more like a spotted leopard, globs of white contrasting against a pall of black. That's what he is: a pure black panther, with eyes that pierce any man's soul. And the words that come out of his mouth… Deep, commanding, manly… But nonetheless complete fucking gibberish to these cops.

"Why you do it, huh?" The fox questioned.
"Why do you pack these fat fucking cocks between your legs and do nothing to bring it forth to us - the men that truly deserve it?"

The panther's eyes winced at Kay's words, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was tired of hearing the same old question.
"Cuz you citywalkers have done away with all the traditions of old." 
Kay listened to the man's words, if only it was an excuse to hear his voice once more.
"In the panther tribe, all men masturbate togetha." 
Kay figured about that much from his blaccent before he had to whip out the translator.
"Real men puff out their chests while they pump their cocks. They bring each other along. They indulge in every fantasy, no matter how foul. And, most importantly… They chant. To summon the panther Zulu god, who will bless us with his radiance as we shoot forth our holy cum into the ceremonial bowl. Lawd be with us." The panther offered a silent prayer. Kay was busy sucking the remnants of nigga cum off his fingers as he collected as much aftercum as possible from the panther's dark, greasy shaft while he was speaking, not to mention tounging his short fur like a hungry bitch.

Meanwhile, poor Chris was just wondering when the next assignment will be once Kay has finished with his on-the-job worship. Watching a panther cum uncontrollably all over himself was really something.