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It all started with a broken window. The culprit was not Malcolm, he just threw the ball, his partner hit it and it flew out the window. The other boy ran away, and when the teacher arrived he only found the little cougar next to the broken glass.

Detention was the sentence. His family was contacted, who also agreed to punish the boy at his home. For the next two weeks, the little feline would share classes with the worst of the school.

Malcolm was immediately taken to a special classroom. The place was run down, with broken furniture, stained curtains, and cracked blackboard. Only the window and door bars, although rusted, were secure.

The boy took a seat at one of the least damaged desks that remained. There was no teacher, just a few math problems on the blackboard, a locked door and a janitor keeping watch in the hall to prevent criminals from escaping.

There were six more children in the classroom. A second-year wild boar that the cougar had never seen; with a broken tusk and a black eye. At the opposite end of the classroom, was sitting a tall and stocky deer, a well-known member of the soccer team; one of his horns was broken, a bandage on his cheek, and some dried blood on his nose. Behind Malcolm were two male hyenas, twins, dressed identically and with the same hairstyle, one of them was drawing and the other was using his cell phone, they looked the same age as the cougar. Next to a window at the back of the room, there was a tall senior wolf, light brown fur, dressed in a black leather jacket, half of his hair dyed dark blue and combed to the side; the lupine was with his snout pointed towards the window to spit out the smoke from his cigarette. And finally, hugging the wolf was a female red fox just as tall as the male, giving her boyfriend kisses on the chest as she smiled and squeezed the marked bulge in her lover's pants.

The first to speak to the feline was one of the twins. The hyena put down his cell phone for a moment and kicked Malcolm's chair, "Hey, idiot. Were you the one who broke the glass of the gym door?"

The cougar turned his head to look at his interrogator. He wasn't just the hyena, everyone was watching him; tired eyes, dark circles, injected with anger, disinterested. Everyone waited for his answer, like the prisoners who ask each other their crimes and be able to compare themselves, measure themselves.

Malcolm lowered his gaze and replied, "It wasn't me. It was... a friend."

Upon hearing the answer, everyone went back to their activities. Even the hyena went back to his cell phone, resting both feet on the desk, "I believe you, jerk." The boy replied, without moving his eyes from the screen of the small device.

"There? Just like that?" asked the feline.

The hyena shrugged, "You don't look like a bad pussycat."

Malcolm looked straight ahead again. He looked again at the math exercises on the blackboard. Time seemed to be stagnant and the boy's ears were occupied by the peculiar sounds of the hall; buttons being pressed, the stroke of a pencil, the clearing of teeth, hooves hitting the ground, a sigh. Desperation ended the cat's patience, prompting him to open his backpack, take out a notebook and pen, and begin to solve mathematical problems.

Ten minutes later, Malcolm put his pen on the desk and gave a triumphant sigh, as if he had finished a complex exam that made him feel fulfilled.

"Congratulations, you did the first-year boys' homework," the hyena said, without taking his eyes off the phone.

"What?!" The cougar asked with a somewhat annoyed tone. Immediately the cat looked back at the blackboard; the date of the day that was written in chalk was three years ago. The feline let out a loud sigh and buried his face in his notebook.

"Relax, the world is not ready for champions like you," the same hyena told him in a monotonous tone.

Malcolm turned to the twins and said sarcastically, "Sure, because I'm sure you and your brother are nuclear physicists!"

"Nah, bro, we could never match you. You are the smartest in this classroom," replied the hyena while typing on his cell phone.

"And the cutest one," added the other hyena, without taking his eyes off his drawing.

"Definitely the cutest," his brother agreed.

"Yes, and this time it's not because of your fixation on felines," added the artist.

"Fixation on felines? Please! You stopped drawing that stupid deer as soon as you saw him enter the classroom!"

The deer managed to hear the conversation, turned his head and stared in the direction of the hyena that had been drawing all the time, they exchanged glances, and the hyena greeted the ungulate in a friendly way, the other boy cracked his neck and knuckles.

"That's a vile lie from a lying, stinking hyena" said the hyena to his brother, returning to his drawing.

"At least this stinky hyena took a bath this morning!" the other brother answered.

"And I did it yesterday morning," replied the drawing hyena.

"And you spent the whole day jerking off," the teen with the cellphone accused.

"Yes, and I cleaned myself with your underwear," answered the other yeen, grinning.

"Dude, you are disgusting"

"That will teach you to not leave your things on my side of the room"

"You are a pig..."

"You mad, stinky yeen?"

"Uff... Are you five years old?"

"Yep, you mad"

"OH MY GOD! STOP YOU TWO!" yelled Malcolm.

"He's even cuter when he gets angry," said the boy who was drawing.

"Will he agree to go out with me if I ask him?" the hyena with the cell phone muttered.

"Hey faggots, I'm right here!" said the feline, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Super faggots," answered one of the yeens.

"I love dicks," said the other hyena.

An awkward silence stopped the conversation for a few seconds, the teenager who was using his phone looked up, looked Malcolm in the eye, and said "Just like you."

"What the fuck are you saying?! I'm not gay!" the cougar replied with an irate tone.

"No? So why were you comparing your junk with Ronni?" replied one of the brothers, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the comparison and that fap together. Ronni has been our friend for years, he always tells us everything," the other brother replied, showing the sheet of paper on which he had been drawing.

Malcolm blushed when he saw the drawing the hyena had made: a marten and a cougar, naked and holding their penises. That damn gossip mustelid! It was true, it had happened two weeks ago, curiosity had tempted the boy and he met with Ronni in the school bathroom to share a time of intimacy between men.

"D-dude t-that's personal!" the feline stuttered.

"I'm sure it is. Just don't be a hypocrite, you are a fag like us," one of the brothers clarified and turned his attention back to his cell phone.

"I don't care if you want to play the role of the heterosexual boy, as long as you want to jerk off together... and maybe pose naked for some drawing," said the other brother, smiling and winking at the feline.

"Great, now he's going to think we're weirdos..." the other hyena muttered.

"You are weirdos!" said Malcolm.

Hearing this, the twins stopped what they were doing for a moment, looked up, and stared at the feline. Malcolm met his gaze with theirs, in those huge eyes he could see a hint of sadness. It is true that the twins were strangers, they spoke with very few people and their conversations were rare, that is why they were somewhat segregated from the group, and the constant punishment they received for their lack of attention did not help either.

Malcolm cleared his throat, "although... that doesn't mean a bad thing. We could be friends... I guess..."

"Yeah! Sure!" a hyena hastily replied.

"Of course!" exclaimed the other brother.

"Well... I'm Malcolm," said the cougar.

The yeen that was drawing giggled, "Yeah, we know it, Ronni told us. I'm Stephen!"

The other brother kept his cell phone and smiled a bit, "I'm Nestor."

"Alias: the stinky yeen," explained Stephen.

"Shut up, jerk!" growled Nestor, punching his brother's shoulder.

Malcolm gave a harassed sigh and stopped the further discussion before they continued, "Stop stop stop! Enough, both of you shut up! "

They stopped, looking directly at the cat again. Their ears were perched, paying attention to every word that came out of Malcolm's mouth. The cougar was slightly pleased to see that the brothers fell silent, "Well, it's progress! Now ... what do you do when you are not hanging out in this pigsty?" asked the boy.

Stephen scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then started listing his hobbies using the fingers of his hand, "Well... masturbating, drawing, taking photos, playing video games... Oh! And sometimes cook!"

"And you..." Malcolm tried to ask the other hyena, but the boy was already staring at his cell phone. "Dude... really?" growled the cougar.

"Stinky jerk... I mean, stinky yeen can't leave any message without responding on his shitty cards website," explained Stephen.

"Wait ..." Nestor replied as he was typing on the device, "Almost ..." he clarified again without taking his eyes off the screen. "Aaaaaand, wait... no... Yes! It's done!" the hyena clarified, putting his cell phone in his pocket. "What was the question?"

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Stephen, and asked, "What video games do you like?"

"No no no no, please! I like to play basketball and the Yermitt's world card game!" Nestor groaned, trying to regain the cat's attention.

"I love shooting games! But only on pc, with console controllers I'm very bad!" Stephen replied.

"Oooh! Great! My favorite is the Furkiller!'' The cougar responded excitedly, ignoring the other twin.

"Yes! I tried it on the sly last year, although I couldn't play much. If my mother catches me playing those kinds of games I don't think I will see the sunlight again!" Stephen chuckled.

"Guys!" Nestor moaned again as he gave his brother little shoves trying to get attention.

"Stinky yeen, please, the adults are talking." the other hyena replied without looking at his brother.

Nestor puffed out his cheeks, got up from his desk, knocked on the door a couple of times, the janitor opened the door for him and stormed out of the classroom.

This reaction caught Malcolm's attention, who watched him leave and then looked somewhat concerned at the other hyena, "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry. He must have wanted to take a piss and he took advantage of the occasion to pretend he was angry," Stephen replied.

"Wait... can we go to the bathroom?" asked the cougar.

Stephen shrugged, "Sure... the janitor is only there to pretend. If you want to go out you just have to knock on the door."

Malcolm rose from his seat and left the place in search of Nestor.

The boy poked his head out of the classroom, there was only one donkey sitting by the door, playing with his cell phone. The cat's heart raced with the idea of committing another crime, becoming a criminal escaping his sentence. The boy sighed, smiled nervously, and ran to the bathrooms.

"Don't run in the hallways, please" the janitor muttered without even looking at the boy.

As he walked through the door, a strange feeling came over him. The bathrooms were L-shaped and from the entrance the guy couldn't see who was in the urinals, the smell of bleach just barely entered filled his nostrils, and guided by the sound of urine hitting the surface of the urinal, he was able to find the hyena.

Nestor finished pissing, shook his dick a couple of times and turned around without pulling up his fly. With a wide smile that showed his teeth, he looked at the feline "Did you come to make another friendly comparison?"

Malcolm's jaw dropped as he tried to spin words to answer the hyena, his eyes couldn't detach from that thick hairy sheath with a fleshy tip poking out, still somewhat wet and dripping, "D-dude!"

"What?" Nestor asked in a cocky tone, taking a few more steps towards the cougar, lifting his shirt a little, showing more clearly his pubic hair and the mottled fur on his stomach.

The feline turned his head to be able to free himself from the enchantment of those genitals, with his face completely flushed and unable to remove that delicious image from his mind, at least he could speak more naturally, "I-I thought you were angry..."

"No, I just had to piss. It didn't bother me at all that wicked game you were playing with my brother, I think maybe I liked it a bit ..." Nestor clarified to the other boy.

"W-Well if all is fine then hide that thing and let's go back to the classroom," Malcolm responded hurriedly, turned, and headed for the door.

Nestor grabbed the cougar by the wrist and brought the cat's hand to his penis. Malcolm gasped and turned back to the hyena, who smiled at him. The cat's eyes opened wide as he felt Nestor's wet dick, allowing him to enjoy the warm sheath of the hyena in his hand that was being guided to the south, permitting him to feel an even hotter and hairier pair of balls.

When the two boys went back into the classroom. Stephen was putting the final details on a drawing but stopped to watch the pair and raise an eyebrow as they sat down, then he returned to his work.

Nestor sat next to his brother and lifted his feet, putting them on the table, "Hello again, little brother."

"So your ridiculous move worked, stinky yeen?" Stephen asked in an annoyed tone.

"Yep, and I have to add that the cat's mouth tastes like triumph," the other hyena replied to his brother.

"I'm sure you had a lot of fun," said the artist, being sarcastic.

"Absolutely! And his hands are silky smooth!" Nestor boasted.

"That's a lie!" Malcolm groaned.

"And you should have heard his screams as I rammed him against the bathroom wall!" Nestor said, making an obscene gesture with his hips.

"Easy, kitty, I know my brother and his fantastic anecdotes," Stephen replied.

"Oooh! I'm sorry, I forgot that Mr. hyena bores every word that comes from the muzzle of others," growled Nestor.

"If you had your feet on the ground at least two hours a day you would bore me less," replied the other twin.

"Stop it! You two stop now!" Malcolm raised his voice to stop the hyenas, "It's true, it was fun and... I think I like guys. And... you guys seem to be a very good option to explore this. Maybe... the three of us together?" concluded the feline, muttering and blushing.

The twins looked at the other boy with some enthusiasm. "Well... I suppose we could get to know each other better if you want," Stephen said, smiling. "Sure, I wouldn't mind spending time together again," Nestor replied, licking his lips.

"Just ... don't be spreading it all over the place," the cougar clarified.

"Hyena promise!" Nestor replied, raising his hand.

"Don't worry, you'll be our secret gay friend." said Stephen.

Malcolm sighed, "Give me your phone, Stinky yeen, I'm going to pass you my number."

"Do not call me that way!"

"Stinky yeen, don't have a stinky attitude "

"Fuck you, Stephen..."