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My weekend was a fucking nightmare. Rumours had spread around school regarding what had happened between me and Jeb with varying degrees of truth and realism. When one of my classmates had messaged me asking where the fuck I'd gotten a gun from, I knew things were spiralling out of control. And it didn't help that I was convinced the police would be knocking at the door at any moment to cart me away. Needless to say, I got hardly any sleep.

Monday rolled around. I still didn't know what to expect, my life like a maze with uncertainty about what lay around the next corner. I was sure I'd be suspended at the very least, and was shocked when the teacher called the roll... and that was it. By lunch time, between the barrage of requests to recount what had happened, and fearful questions of if I was sane, I'd managed to deduce that Jeb hadn't told anyone who had beaten him up. It wasn't a mystery that Jeb and his pals had been harassing me, so my classmates were smart enough to put two and two together. Truthfully, I was just glad to find out the worst of his injuries was a broken nose.

So, Jeb's silence on the matter meant the school couldn't do anything, and it seemed the police didn't really give a shit about a schoolyard squabble. I don't know how or why, but I was out of the woods. Well, at least until Jeb was released from hospital.

I started taking my normal route through the park to get home again. Not the best idea in hind sight, but the rumour floating around was that Jeb wouldn't be back for two weeks. I don't know why that meant I wouldn't see him for those weeks. As it turns out, I'd be seeing him a lot sooner.

It was after school on Thursday when I turned the corner on my dirt-pathed journey home when I came to a dead-stop like a deer in headlights. The coyote standing in the middle of the path in front of me was still looking worse for wear. His nose and muzzle were noticeably swollen, and the way he favoured his right side made me think his ribs were still smarting.

My eyes were wide. Did he have a knife? A gun? Thoughts were flying through my head at lightspeed as I backed away slowly. Should I rush him instead and try catch him by surprise?

"Alex, wait," Jeb held up an arm and winced. "I'm not gonna do anything. I just wanted to say... sorry."

I stared at him impassively. "Why'd you bully me?" It was the only thing I could think to say.

Jeb's ears flattened and he shrugged. "I don't know. I thought I wanted to see you hurt."

I spluttered. "What the fuck kind of reason is that?"

"It's the only one I have, but I think I figured out what I want to do to you."

He closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye. I tensed, expecting a fist to my stomach. Instead I gasped, the sound muffled against the coyote's lips as they pressed against mine. He was... kissing me? With my muzzle agape, Jeb took the opportunity to slip his tongue past and tangle with my own. My muzzle remained hanging open when our lips parted and he stepped back. His ears flicked up and flattened again, and I could see his tail twitching erratically behind him.

"I liked that a lot more," Jeb said to break the silence.

"Wha..." I was too dazed to say anything further.

"I liked kissing you a lot more than hitting you."

"Oh."

We stood in silence once more, me looking at him with eyes wide enough they could have rolled out of my skull, and him switching between staring at the ground and looking sheepishly at me.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked. I nodded.

The second time his lips pressed against mine was when I decided I liked it. Our tongues danced together; our noses filled with each other's scent. He broke the kiss again, wincing and rubbing at the swollen side of his muzzle, reminding me of the injuries I'd caused. Immediately I felt guilty, and my words faltered.

"I'm... sorry ab-" I began, but he cut me off.

"No, I've already forgiven you." Jeb looked into my eyes - into the look of anguish on my face - and smiled. I returned the smile and licked his nose, and then the smile on his face widened. Before I knew what he was doing, he'd dropped to his knees in front of me and his paws worked quickly at my pants.

"Jeb, wha-" again I was cut off, but this time it was when his nose pressed up against my exposed sheath and I felt him inhale my musk. How the fuck did he get my pants undone so quick? And more importantly, what the fuck was happening?

It seemed Jeb was far less confused about what he was after, and he didn't waste any time in attacking the head of my cock peeking from my sheath. I could only groan while he teased my length from its hiding place until I was full and throbbing from his ministrations. The beginning bulge of my growing knot gave him pause and when I looked down, he was nosing and pawing at it with interest.

"I didn't know Hyena's had knots," Jeb said.

"Oh umm, my grandfather was a wolf... is that a problem?" I said.

In way of response, Jeb pressed his cold nose against the base of my sheath and lapped enthusiastically at my sensitive bundle of flesh and nerves. I gasped and growled, and couldn't take my eyes away from his as he showed his acceptance for my unique hyena equipment. Jeb's long, warm tongue cleaned the precum from my shaft as he moved back towards my tip. Taking the head into his muzzle, he suckled like I was a lollipop and gripped behind my knot.

I didn't last long, there was no way I could resist such treatment for any extended period. My paw tugged insistently at his ear, not that I wanted him to do anything differently but it gave my restless paws something to do. I heard as much as I felt him gulping against the torrent of cum I unleashed. He tried and failed to drink my seed, eventually relenting to let the last few ropes paint his muzzle.

Panting, I uncrossed my eyes and stared at the kneeling coyote. He licked his lips and swallowed the traces of cum he could reach. The messy ropes splattered where his tongue couldn't reach remained to seep into his fur.

"So, where do we go from here?" I asked.

The coyote's eyes flicked up to mine and his paw tightened around my knot making me yelp. "I can think of some places to bury this."