Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fictional cub characters in erotic situations. The author does not condone or support any depictions or acts in real life involving minors. If you are sensitive to this kind of content, do not read this story.

School Days - A Small Ember

By TheWolf'sDen

**Second day of school.

There was a feeling of discontent as East Pines Middle School welcomed students back into its campus. Ruined sleep schedules, the heat with no way to cool off, time dragging sluggishly in class—these things made most Anthro cubs collectively agree it all already sucked. But for Kauan, the feeling was something different. Well, everything was different, actually.

The flash of the school camera blinded him a little, making him blink hard and shake his head as a purple circle burned into his eyes and followed his vision for several minutes—but at least his ID was ready. The process of setting his schedule up and going over the school’s policies and basic curriculum had taken much longer than he expected, and by the time it was over, the young Maned Wolf found himself sitting inside the front office while the Doe lady behind the counter typed at one of the computers with a placid smile. 

The leggy hugged his backpack, bouncing his right heel on the floor nervously as his hazel eyes scanned the interior; the trademark blue and lime green colors gave life to the walls and furniture through ribbons, frames, colorful artworks, not to mention the numerous photos of past students and their academic achievements.
He breathed in the sharp scent of hand sanitizer and cleaning products—one, two, three times—finding it hard to control his own breathing before he became conscious of it, and then huffed in defeat. Running his brown-furred hands through his mane, he felt how puffed and rugged it was, then tried to smooth it down with his dull claws, letting out an annoyed groan in the process.

“Here you go sweetie,” the Doe said in an almost sing-song voice, making brief eye contact.

Kauan perked up and inhaled sharply, moving his hands to his backpack before hopping off the blue plastic chair and stepping up to the counter. The sound of the printer on the large desk ceased whirring as she pulled a second sheet and stapled it to the first one; a map and a schedule grid were handed to him, and he hesitantly took them with shaky hands, eyeing the jumbled mess of abbreviations and teachers’ last names. The crude and undetailed map showed little more than the “North”, “South”, and “East” buildings, as well as the cafeteria, front office, and the gymnasium—he didn't have the first clue where south or north were supposed to be in relation to where he was.

Seeing the confusion on the young canine's face, the Doe pointed a hooved finger to the building labeled **South on the lowest point of the complex. “This is where your third period is. It's on the first floor, just make sure to be inside around eleven-ten and you should be fine,” she said, and nodded with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh…” was Kauan's answer as he glanced at the digital clock on the counter marking 11:02am. “A-and I just enter?” he asked, still a little confused.

“Yes, dear. As long as it's classroom 1-02.” She chuckled a bit.

“O-okay…” he replied, taking a step back and swinging the straps of his bag on his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the paper. “Thank you, madam,” he added, his accent thick around the “th.”

The Doe raised her eyebrows in surprise but smiled. “Oh, ‘madam?’ I like that, thank you so much,” she said genuinely, though she could see the Wolf was still a little disconcerted. “Have a good first day—uh… Kow-ann?”

The pup looked up and tilted his head to the side, taking him a second before understanding her question. “Oh, uhh… ‘Kow-ahn’,” he corrected gently. It wasn't the first time he had to do so, and he knew it wasn't going to be the last.

“Well,” she started, typing on the keyboard in front of her, “have a good first day Kauan.” Her smile disarmed him slightly.

The pup nodded quickly, making a small vocalization before he made his way out of the office, where the lingering summer heat hit him heavily. He walked slowly, skimming through the papers and already confused of where he was. His brown ears perked up high as the first bell rang, and a huge wave of different Anthro cubs began moving around the campus—exiting and entering the buildings—making him gulp and look back down at the paper. 
Turning the map sideways and comparing it with the tall structures, the leggy followed the influx of students to the south building, muttering to himself he was going to the right place.

Life had taken a hard turn for Kauan. It was earlier in the year when he received the news that he would be moving away from Ambarlia—and that was only the tip of the figurative iceberg. Having to leave friends and family in the middle of the year was as difficult as adapting to a whole different country and future life. And deep down, the leggy felt the language wasn't the worst of his problems. No, what truly made Kauan’s heart pound uncomfortably in his chest was not knowing a single person in the sea of Anthro cubs flooding hallways. The pit in his stomach only grew as muffled conversations made their way into his ears—and he could barely understand them.

As he navigated the unfamiliar building, the Maned Wolf wondered if things would be like in the movies he watched: the new kid entering the room, forced to introduce himself in front of the whole classroom by an overly friendly yet oblivious teacher, while the other kids either feigned interest or laughed at him. He would then be paired with another student or left to sit by himself—and he didn’t know which one would be worse. Missing his very first day of school hurt him more than he had imagined it would, but getting all the correct documentation was a major hassle.

**“What if they don't like me? Man, what if I have to sit with someone weird? O-or what if nobody understands what I say?!” The thoughts made Kauan stop dead in his tracks, the pit in his stomach turning into a churning sea as he rubbed his hands on the sides of his beige shorts, feeling a small bump on his left pocket. He glanced down and fished his school ID out, whimpering as he took in his own image. He looked horrible.

His eyes were visibly dry and red in the picture, and the dark bags beneath them seemed to drag his face down into a tired expression. Between his worry and the habit of waking up much earlier than the usual school time, he had woken his alarm rather than the other way around—and yet, that hadn’t prevented him from missing two periods. Though he had picked his favorite clothes and a light jacket—thinking the weather in Columbia would be milder than Ambarlia—he felt weird and out of place; having always worn a school uniform that made him blend with all the other kids that surrounded him, the childhood dream of wearing regular clothes at school now made him feel strangely exposed. He blinked and let out an exasperated sigh, ruffling a hand through his hair and noticing that it didn't matter how much he combed it down, it still stuck up weirdly.

With a pep in his step, the orange-furred pup quickly made his way to the classroom, and was awkwardly astonished, and frankly overwhelmed by it. From the large tables, to the lab equipment, to the diagrams, and even the anatomical skeletons of different species, the place had much more to provide than the schools down in Ambarlia. His jaw hung slightly open as he briefly wandered around the place, his hazel eyes glinting as he looked up to see the small feral marine mammal skeletons and skulls on top of the shelves and cupboards holding glassware. His tail wagged faintly as he approached them, looking like a little kid staring at a toy behind the store window, and he smiled seeing a miniature of a whale shark on a stand—his favorite one.

HIs left ear flickered as the bell rang again, the room becoming noisy as more and more students made their way in. He gasped lightly before plopping down on one of the chairs, picking a table that was at the far back—anything to avoid being eaten alive in front of the whole room—though his nervousness was replaced by a mix of exhilaration and anticipation as the lab-coat wearing Mouse began talking to the class.

“Good morning class, welcome!” Mrs. Hoper said cheerfully as she approached the door, closing it. “Alright guys let's settle down a little. We got a lot to cover today and I don't want to have to give homework on the second day of school.” She leaned on her table and gestured to the cubs, “Unless you guys want that?”

The collective “No!” that came from the students made Kauan jump a little, but a small, silly smile formed up his lips as the contagious giggling from the other students crept up in him too. He looked around, taking in his classmates and how all of the large tables were occupied by two students each, except for his. A sudden feeling cut through his chest, and he sighed deeply with disappointment, putting his papers away inside a clear plastic folder in his backpack and taking his notebook out.
A third of the summer—the time most kids looked forward to—had become a prison for the Wolf. Having to spend it trapped inside their new home, anxiously waiting for school to begin again, spending the days only reading or occasionally chatting with his friends online, and yearning for his old home so much he found himself sobbing quietly into his pillow or staring at the ceiling deep into the night. The leggy was so timid that even talking to the neighbor kids was a difficult task, and so, he never got around to do it.
The tightness in his chest had been eating at him from inside for all that time, and now more than ever, it became apparent how apparent most of the kids around him already had a bond or two inside the school. He felt lonely.

***

Science was by far Kauan’s favorite subject, and even from the far end of the room, he clung to every sentence and note Mrs. Hoper made. **“Body Systems” was written on the whiteboard in green marker, and the charts pinned neatly below it showed the eleven major systems. The teacher gave an introduction to each one—explaining their functions, the organs that comprised them, and key points about how they worked.

Every now and then, his eyes drifted around the room—sometimes out the windows, but mostly toward the marine creatures he wanted to talk about so badly. A small sense of giddiness made him feel slightly better as the class went on, though the young Maned Wolf refrained from asking questions throughout the lesson. A lump formed in his throat at the mere thought of making a mistake or asking something dumb, and he decided he could just read the book later and take his time with it—without the risk of embarrassing himself in front of everyone.

In the small quiet the hallways provided, a loud yelp followed by a loud bang against the wooden door resounded, making half of the class jump and the other half gasp. It visibly trembled with the impact, and the silence that followed was awkward, almost tense, and snapped Kauan out of his thoughts as his hazel eyes darted to the front of the classroom, his ears swearing the teacher was yelling at him for not paying attention. He breathed in sharply, ready to let out an apology before his vision followed as everybody's eyes were trained at the entrance to the room—and then at the small glass panel that looked out onto the multi-colored tiled floor outside, seeing no one there.

With a grinding twist of the knob, everyone watched as the door swung open and with it dragged in a yellow and beige blur that stumbled inside with a series of yips. The small Anthro fell on his front, sprawled out, his tail raised high behind him before it dropped in between his legs lamely, and he let out a small whine. The whole class watched the scene with concern, and Kauan looked around, trying to understand what was going on as his own confusion reflected in his face.

With a groan, the cub on the ground stirred, propping himself on his elbows and knees. “Oww…” he muttered and looked up, only to beam a smile as the teacher approached. “Hi! Sorry I'm late,” he chuckled awkwardly and got up slowly, dusting off his yellow hoodie, his tail swishing slowly behind him. “I missed the bus and then got in late to get my schedule. They… weren't too happy about it.” He added with a giggle and a shameless smile.

“Oh, it’s Chase.”

Kauan's ears twitched at the voice, hearing it come from one of the tables on his left, but couldn’t clock whoever said it; it sounded quite natural even if the tone was a little annoyed or unimpressed. The leggy noticed how some of the kids rolled their eyes while others whispered to each other, pointing fingers at who he judged to not be quite a newcomer to East Pines; that wasn't the best sign in his eyes, but so far the kid hadn't done anything other than trip and stir the class up a bit.
His eyes went back to the rodent talking to the dirty blonde Coyote. He couldn’t hear much through the increasing noise around the place, but considering the gestures the canine made with his small beige hands and his smile, he didn’t seem hurt—but his knees and fingers did already have band-aids wrapped around them.

The young Wolf watched as the teacher nodded, a small and worried smile adorned her white-furred face as she looked around, scanning the class for something. Her eyes laid on the empty seat beside him, and she pointed at it, directing the yote with a few words to sit there. 
Kauan slowly averted his eyes with renewed chagrin and concern as his ears hid behind his mane, but he could see from the corner of his vision as the small canine approached with a bounce in his step, his smile still spread on his face as he tugged on the straps of his backpack. His gray-tipped tail wagged rapidly behind him, thumping against table legs, the side of some of the student's backpacks, and even flicking a Cheetah girl’s pen away as it hit her hand, making her yip and then growl.

“Ah! Hey, watch it!” she nearly yelled as he turned to look back at her.

“Oh, sorry.” Chase gave a toothy smile and held his fluffy, tri-colored tail as it still struggled in his grasp, and neared the empty seat besides Kauan. “Forgot to put this dumb thing away,” he chuckled and twisted it a bit, sitting down on the appendage so it would be pinned down in between his legs, watching as it wiggled. He let out a small giggle, and gazed at Kauan, elbowing him softly on his left arm. “Don't you hate that when that happens?” he asked, barely looking at the pup, as if it was the most common of things. 

The orange Anthro was left wordlessly confused as he observed the yote rummaging through his blue backpack, letting out a few quiet giggles to himself.

The whole room was a bit jumpy after the incident, and even Mrs. Hoper seemed to have lost her train of thought as she mildly fumbled to resume the lecture; she never even acknowledged the presence of the young Maned Wolf right beside the happy-go-lucky Coyote, who hummed and tapped his heel in excitement—not that Kauan minded it, if anything, not having to introduce himself in front of the class was a much safer option for his forming anxiousness than simply being forgotten in the background.

The sand-colored canine placed a pencil and notebook on the table’s black surface; the latter’s front cover was covered with stickers of rockets, meteors, asteroids, and astronauts in Anthro-ergonomic space suits. Then the yote then fished a second book—thick, heavy, and hard-covered—and smirked mischievously as he opened it and set it on top of the notebook, trying to shield it from the teacher’s gaze, as if nothing she had to say about the “skeletal system” could be more important than that. And to Chase, it never would be.

Images of groups of space bodies, galaxies, shuttles, telescopes, minerals, planets, technology that only highly advanced personnel would know how use were printed on the pages with long descriptions on the sides; pictures of lively burning stars bursted out in fascinating yet terrifying colors, and the paintings of dreadfully mortal, yet cryptically enchanting black holes darkened the pages as he flipped through them—his eyes skimming the contents quickly before setting on a page about halfway through the book. His tail couldn't help but constrictly wag with exhilaration as his mind turned off everything around him, reading the black text about one of the first ever made remotely controlled rovers and all the testing performed on it only for it to never actually make it out of orbit, and frowned at this absurd.

Meanwhile, Kauan sighed deeply as he jotted down all that he could understand. The terms in Kaettish weren't too different than in Lusidan, but the teacher's fast-paced speech pattern made the leggy get lost more than once, especially each time she traveled back to a previous chart. His eyes felt a bit heavy, the lack of sleep beginning to take its toll as the class went by, and in a moment when a few questions were being answered, he took the opportunity to let out a long yawn. Leaning back on his chair and bringing both of his arms up above his head, the canine stretched the whole of his upper body, and shivered a bit, his ears twitching at the sensation of the blood running to his small, unapparent muscles. He reflexively let out a small giggle, and his brown-tipped tail even wagged weakly as he ran his hands through his hair.

His vision trailed upwards, training on the clock above the board. It marked just a little before noon, and judging by how long he had been in class, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer until lunch—if his schedule was correct. He steeled himself with a deep breath, and shook his head to try to focus on the lecture again, lowering his arms to the table but absentmindedly brushing his left elbow on something soft and fluffy that immediately flinched away from him. His eyes widened—he had forgotten Chase was there this whole time.

Entertained by his reading material, Chase had turned most of his senses off to anything around him, focused only on the words on the paper and the drone of the small conversations and the teacher's voice that barely made their way inside his gray tipped ears. But then, there was something else. 
A sharp feeling cut up through his side, feeling like an itch, then his body jerked involuntarily. Only when he let out a quiet, yipping giggle, did the young yote register the poke against his ribs. He squirmed a bit, shooting a hand to cover the spot under his arm, and finally averted his eyes off the pages, glancing to the side to see the canine who was sitting beside him stare back, his expression a little scared.

“S-sorry,” Kauan stuttered and waved his brown-furred hands close to his chest apologetically.

Chase chuckled and rubbed a hand on his ribs, still feeling a little funny. “Heh, you're good, dude,” he reassured the other canine and brought his book back on the table, a smile now plastered on his face as he chuckled again.

Kauan nodded quickly and faced the front of the class again, catching the teacher moving on to the endocrine system and making him get a little lost. The pup scribbled what he could catch from her explanation regarding the regulation of hormones, but accidentally gazed at Chase once again, noticing the little trick he had made, and watched the small canine nose deep in the pages of the wrong book. 
The leggy frowned and then raised an eyebrow, his vision switching from the book, to the white board, and then back inquisitively. He squinted, seeing all the images that the Coyote had been appreciating so far, though he couldn't make out the text.

Leaning in a bit, the young Anthro read about whatever mineral the rover was supposed to collect outside of the planet's atmosphere for data gathering on possible bacteria that could be living under the surface of other worlds barely explored by intelligent life. Page after page that Chase read made Kauan a little more interested in whatever the yote had in his hands than the actual class, and when he realized it, he had been in that position for a while—the biggest indicator being the slight stiffness on the side of his neck.

After the brief distraction to his reading, Chase could feel the leggy's presence close to him, not to mention his gentle breathing brushing on his neck and shoulder, and smiled. “Dude, you still trying to tickle me or something?” he asked with a giggle, bringing his right shoulder up to shield his nape.

Even with the sudden movement, it took Kauan a long moment to realize what he was asked. He quickly leaned away, and yipped quietly, his face warming up a bit at being caught. “A-ah no! I-I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, his ears folding back with embarrassment. “I didn't mean to pry.”

Chase shook his head lightly and frowned a bit. “Nah, you weren't prying,” he said happily, “it's alright…” The yote trailed off as he stared at the canine, his head tilting and eyes narrowing a little as if he was studying the pup.

The silence that followed felt a bit too long for Kauan, and he turned his head to look behind himself, checking if the Coyote was actually looking at him or at something else. He felt watched under the Coyote's big brown eyes, though Chase's faint smile and the constricted wag of his tri-colored tail in between his legs looked peaceful and somewhat inviting to the Maned Wolf. He cleared his throat, ready to say something, before being cut by the beige-furred Anthro.

“You—are you some sort of Fox?” The slight crack in his voice mixed with the hushed tone barely registered in the leggy’s ears.

Kuan breathed in deeply and thought a bit, he couldn't get a single word. “Uh… I beg you pardon…?” A small peak of stress nipped at him, but using the recently discovered phrase made him a little more confident—even if said slightly wrong.

The pup pulled at the denim hem of his shorts and pursed his lips, thinking. He looked around, scanning the walls until he found an anatomical chart with a vulpine displayed on it, and pointed a finger at it. “A Fox, man. Are you a Fox?” he said with a slight raise in his voice so the orange-furred canine could hear.

Kauan frowned a bit in confusion and followed Chase's finger to look at the vulpine on the chart—the gears turning in his head before he raised his eyebrows with realization. “Oh!” he perked up and looked back, “Uh, n-no! I’m uhm…” He moved his hands in circles, his mouth half opened, the translated name for his species never actually coming to him as he stared at the ceiling. **What are we called again? Mint. Mined. Main… Main? Main Wolf? No…” He thought. “Uhhh… I'm-uh—I-I'm a…”

It was Chase's turn to frown. “You're not a Fox?” he said with mild disbelief, but then nodded, his hands letting go of the books. “Huh, interesting…” He looked to the front of the classroom, checking if Mrs. Hoper was looking in their direction, and then turned to fully face Kauan—the leggy was still thinking, even making faces at that point. “...Are you sure?” he muttered out.

The words seemed to snap Kauan out of his strained search, and his eyes slowly shifted to look at Chase. “I-I'm sorry?” the Maned Wolf asked half-appaled, half-unsure.

“I mean,” Chase started and scratched at a gray-tipped ear, “you look like a Fox,” he laughed.

Kauan frowned. “I'm not Foxy,” he croaked a bit, clearing his throat before continuing. “I'm Wolfy,” his lips twitched, grimacing at his accent, the pink of his skin showing through the cream-fur of his cheeks.

Chase could barely hold in the burst of giggling as his hands shot to his mouth, his eyes darting to the front of the class and their teacher then back to Kauan, hoping they weren't being too loud. “You're a ‘Wolfy’?” he asked with a grin.

Kauan's face brightened a little more, and he scoffed. “N-not ‘Wolfy’, Wolf.” he correctly gently, his ears falling to his head. “I'm a Guará Wolf!” he added with as much confidence as he could—hoping the canine in front of him would get what he meant—and shuffled on his seat to face his classmate, his foot accidentally bumping into Chase's.

“Oh. Well, I see a Fox, so I'll say ‘Fox’,” the Coyote teased. He couldn't suppress his smirk as he noticed the bewildered expression on the Maned Wolf's face.

Kauan shook his head, looking around, and searching for someone else who would have heard that. Unfortunately for the pup, all students seemed more interested in their own thing or in the class rather than the bait Chase had set. His mane stood up high on the back of his neck as the overwhelming chagrin circled through his head, and when he spoke, his lower, more prominent fangs stood out. 

“I-I'm not a Foxy! Foxes in Ambarlia aren't real Foxys,” he explained, his tone of voice raised for the first time in a long while, but then froze and stuttered—realization dawning on him from his previous explanation, and he tried to correct himself. “I-I mean, I'm also not technically a Wolfy either—b-but I'm a Guará Wolfy! N-not Fox,” he added.

Across from him, Chase burst out in laughter, his tail tickling his inner thighs as it wagged agitatedly. With scrunched eyes, the pup flailed a hand until he got a hold of Kauan’s arm, squeezing it softly while his other hand muffled his mouth. “Dude,” Chase exhaled heavily, giggling in between words. “I'm—I-I'm playing! I get it… you're not a **Foxy.” The emphasis on the last word made him laugh harder.

Kauan's ears pinned to the back of his head, the pink blush showing on his orange face turning ever redder. He pouted and looked at canine Anthro before laying a hand on top of his, trying to lightly pry his grasp, but finding the touch somewhat comforting. He frowned a little when they made eye contact, and immediately rolled his hazel eyes to look at anything but the laughing yote.

“Hey guys, let’s try keeping conversations to a minimum, okay?” Mrs. Hoper said loudly without looking away from the whiteboard. “You’re not as silent as you think you are,” he added with a small laugh.

Both boys yipped startingly, Chase hitting his knee on the underside of the table, and they both turned and fumbled with their books, trying their best to look presentable and as if they were paying attention—even if they had already been caught.

The Maned Wolf was cautious about making noise after that, even if low murmuring grew and shrunk around the class, as if all students knew the limit of noise before Mrs. Hoper would say anything. Beside him, he felt Chase's gaze before he saw it, but still jumped a little when the yote tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey dude,” he whispered. “you should've seen your face! I'm sorry I just couldn't help it.” He withdrew his hand to wipe at the small tears on the corner of his eyes, but then heard the Maned Wolf huff in annoyance. Looking at the sulking canine, he sighed, his ears drooping a little. “Ah, c’mon, man. I was just kidding,” he added softly.

He stood up for a split second, letting his tail wag freely, and scooted closer, brushing his knee to Kauan's, who perked up and gazed back at him. His expression was still one of annoyance and his ears twitched reluctantly. The little Maned Wolf looked at the apologetic expression on the canine's face, and relented with as sigh as he came in closer too. “It's okay. I got a little angry,” he mumbled back.

“I can tell, dude,” Chase chuckled, his smile showing up again, and he felt warm when Kauan did the same. “Name's Chase, by the way,” he added, his tail swatting against Kauan's.

“Chase…” Kauan whispered to himself. “I heard someone say your name when you fell,” the orange-furred pup said absentmindedly.

“Oh. Yeah that, heh.” Chase's ears drooped a bit. “One could call it ‘being fashionably late’,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck, and giggled awkwardly.

Kaun echoed the laughter, though much quieter, and shook his head with a small smile. “You're funny…” he started and then stuck a hand out. “Uh… m-my name's Kauan.”

Chase looked down and smiled, his tail wagging at full speed as he immediately shook the Wolf boy's hand, pretending it was some sort of business agreement. “Nice to meet you dude! You said you were from?”

Kauan flinched a bit at the grip and the exaggerated shake that Chase went for, but didn't protest as he tried to fall in rhythm with the canine. “A-Ambarlia,” he replied, and giggled a little when Chase let go of his hand just to dap him up—the leggy finding it redundant but welcoming.

“That's nice! My mom was born in Inchra… t-that's also in South Vespur, right?” the Coyote asked with a small grimace and a twitch of his ears, unsure of the information he had.

Kauan laughed heartily and nodded. “Yes it is. But they are not connected by border.” He shrugged, leaning back a bit and smiling.

The Coyote snapped his fingers and pointed at the leggy. “Ohhh. Okay, got it. I kinda assumed you were from around—you looking like a Fox and all.” He chuckled when Kauan let out a sharp exhale through his black nose and glared at him. “But then I heard your accent—you talk funny… I mean, good funny,” he corrected himself.

Kauan's eyes widened a little, taken aback as he kneaded his hands. “Really?” he muttered, and deviated his eyes to the floor, his tail coming alive to wag with Chase's.

“Yeah, dude!” the Coyote replied. “You add an ‘ee’ sound at the end of your words. It's like you're saying a Fox or Wolf are small or tiny! It's kinda cute.” His grin widened as he gave a small shrug.

The Maned Wolf laughed sheepishly. “Thank you,” he mumbled, and glanced forward to see Mrs. Hoper moving to the next chart, pausing as he read the title on the board.

Both canine boys jumped a little when the bell rang. Chase immediately scooted his chair back, almost tipping over as he scrambled to put his stuff away—sandwiching his space book inside his notebook. His tail brushed along the surface of the table, pushing Kaun’s pencil and shark-shaped eraser to the floor, though all the leggy could do was watch his peer almost stumble as he swung the straps of his backpack on his shoulders.

“Sorry dude!” he said and bent down to grab the school materials, shoving them in Kauan’s half opened hands. “I can’t make it to lunch. I’ll see you later!” The Coyote swung around, causing his tail to slap Kauan’s muzzle softly.

“W-what?” the Wolf asked, looking down at his hands then at the fleeing Coyote.

“I lost my school ID! Gotta get a new one!” Chase yelled from across the room, looking like a little yellow lightning as he rushed out and to the corridor, leaving Kauan tilting his head in confusion.

***

The day passed by, and Kauan was ready to go home. It wasn’t uneventful as much as it was stressful, and the leggy chewed at his tongue for it. He let out a tired sigh as he walked across the campus and towards the school exit, trying his best to avoid bumping into people who did the same at a much faster pace than his. The shade cast by the overhang cooled the sweat off on the back of his neck as it ran down his mane, and then uncomfortably down his back, giving him a chill, and making him curse at himself for wearing a jacket in the summer.

Between finding out that he’d been placed not in one, but two lower-level Kaettish classes—one of which was a reading class he figured wouldn’t be that bad—having lunch by himself outside in the sun due to the lack of available indoor seating in the cafeteria, sweating like crazy in P.E., and having people mistake him for speaking Ilústran instead of Lusidan, the pup’s small body was spent, and his head felt even more muddled. The simple thought of going home and resting sounded so appealing that the Maned Wolf almost bolted through the heavy set of doors separating East Pines to the outside.

Though he was used to walking back and to school, it had been decided Kauan would start taking the school bus instead—the neighborhood he and his family had moved into being outside the two-mile range Vinedeere’s school districts imposed for public transportation. In the sea of Anthro cubs pushing their way through the sidewalk, the leggy eyed the side of each yellow vehicle while holding a paper slip up.

“355… 355… 355…” Kauan mumbled to himself under his breath, his eyes burning a little in the afternoon sunlight and making him squint—it was already hard to read the number as it was, and his sleepiness wasn't helping in that matter either.

He came to a halt, ears perking up as he squinted down at the paper and then at the bus ahead, the number he’d been carrying in his hand showing in white letters in a black frame as a few kids parted from the stampede and entered it. With shoulders bumping on him, forcing him forward, Kauan fell in step with a quiet yip, thinking the last thing he needed was to trip and get stepped on. Though the Maned Wolf just didn't think of how he was taller than most of the crowd there. He dodged a few other kids before heading in, waving and smiling sheepishly at the Beaver seated behind the wheel—the adult being kind enough to smile back.

There was a noticeable, expected divide inside: the more rambunctious kids taking the seats in the far back, messing around and talking loudly, while the quiet and fairly tired crowd remained perched and almost asleep in the front; Kauan was sure he belonged to the latter, as the fairly shaded and dimly lit metal transport rumbled gently with the running engine, creating an almost perfect sleepy ambiance, only it was ruined by the noise, of course. On top of it, only the middle seats were available by the time he came in, but the canine wasn't about to complain about that, after all, in his mind, one seat was better than none, and he was content in resting for at least a moment.

The Wolf quickly made his way down the corridor and took his place on the left side of the bus, waiting and looking out the window tiredly. Closing his eyes shut for a moment, he rested as the noise dissipated a little, the hydraulic whistling waking him up briefly as the bus began pulling off the circle. He scanned around, ears drooping at the sight of no one by his side or in the seats adjacent to his—though the noisy back and the laughter coming from there made him feel left out. He sighed, and hugged his back to his stomach as it sat on his lap, the AC stroking his fur gently and cooling him off from the heat outside.

Cars, buildings, people, streetlights, and houses passed by as Kauan looked out the window to his left, his shoulder resting against the inner wall and his eyes following each structure until it disappeared. **“Almost there,” he thought, letting out a small, relieved chuckle as he slid down the seat a bit. Getting comfortable was a little challenging, but the leggy eventually gave in and propped his feet up in the empty space beside him, his back pressed into the pocket between the seat and the bus wall, the spot feeling strangely cozy. He curled his tail onto his lap as a long yawn escaped his brown muzzle, hugging his backpack tighter and twisting slightly to the side, heavy eyes staring down at his feet, and fighting the pull of sleep that wanted to draw him in. In the end, he lost. His body drifting into a dreamless, exhausted slumber.

***

The brakes whined loudly, jolting him awake. His heart pounded fast in his chest from the sudden scare as he inhaled sharply, feeling the side of his head was almost glued to the backrest. He blinked, his eyes still dry and puffy, and scooted up in his seat, trying to go back to his nap, appreciating the bus being much quieter than before.

**“Wait, what?” Kauan thought, a small shiver running through his body that made him flinch, but his eyes refused to open. **“It's… quiet?” His eyelids came apart slowly, his vision still blurred with sleep as he used a thumb and forefinger to wipe it off. He sat up with a wide yawn and stretched, feeling disoriented, his mouth dry and his mane and face fur sticking up awkwardly. 
**“How long…” his mind trailed off as he scanned his vicinity, seeing no one. Crawling forward and turning his head to his right, the pup peered around his own seat, his eyes widening a little. He breathed in slowly with a small pang of panic fluttering through his chest and sinking in his stomach: only a blue backpack rested on one of the back seats—its owner hidden from view behind the rows. No wonder the bus felt so silent all of a sudden.

Kauan's hazel eyes deviated sharply to the left, only a handful of cubs still sat in the front, making the place look so bare without the amount of kids that were there previously. He reared back, uneasiness washing over him as he looked out the window, and his stomach churned in realization: the landscape passing by looked completely unfamiliar. With his heart beating painfully, the pup swallowed the knot stuck in his throat, trying to pull each breath as panic ensued in his head.

His hand shot inside the pocket of his beige shorts, pulling the paper slip and unfolding it, reading the number again. His breath was caught in his throat and his hands shook. **“356,” he almost blurted out. In the bright summer sun, the leggy had misread the very last number.

He sank in his seat, feeling hot, almost feverish as his nerves were kicked into sudden overdrive, overwhelming him with the intense anxiousness. Sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to steel himself, his stomach churning and knotting over and over as he breathed quickly—he didn't know the first thing to do if he entered the wrong bus, especially in a city he barely knew.

Peering over the seat in front of him, the young Wolf considered asking the driver to take him to the right stop after this—but his trembling jaw wouldn’t let him utter a single word that didn’t turn into a sob almost immediately. His hands shot to his mouth at that, and he quietly wept with scrunched up eyes, the waterworks dropping on the floor under him as his black nose burnt.

It was with a tightness in his chest that he realized he just wanted to go back home, his real home. He didn't want to be there, he didn't want to feel afraid of speaking, he was tired of feeling lonely, and he surely didn't wish to feel this nervous anymore. All he wanted was his old life back, his friends, his family—each racing thought was amplified by his exhaustion, and they made him panic a bit more. He let out a small cry and then a labored breath that cut through the air. Fear setting in and making his fur and mane stand up at its end.

A series of quick taps on his shoulder startled him, snapping him out of his strained thoughts. It took him a moment to look to the side, first catching a blur of yellow in his peripheral vision before sluggishly turning his head and blinking.

“Hey, are you okay, dude?” The voice was familiar and gentle, even if a little worried.

Chase was standing in the corridor, his body swaying with the gentle rocking of the bus, looking down at the Maned Wolf with a puzzled expression, his gray ears flat against his head as he swallowed dryly. “C-Chase?” Kauan croaked out and then cleared his throat. “W-what—” he cut himself off, wiping his tears with the sleeves of his gray jacket, suddenly embarrassed at being caught crying.

“Dude, what's going on, are you good?” The Coyote looked around and then moved closer. “Dude—are you crying?” he asked with a small frown.

Kauan's mouth moved a bit, unable to utter a single word before he shook his head—his white cheek tufts stained with the tears. “I-I'm… I'm—I'm fine.” He sniffled and exhaled heavily, sounding unconvincing as he tried to hide his face. “What are you doing here?” He could feel his accent thickening due to his sticky throat.

“Oh! Uh—” the Coyote laughed awkwardly and shook his head, “I'm starting to think this isn't really my bus. Kinda figured when I didn't see my usual stop,” he explained, and kneeled on the seat, dropping his backpack on the floor beside Kauan's black one, his tail wagging all around. “I came to sit with you after the other guys left, but you were sleeping—I didn't wanna bother.” He added with a shrug. “Did you know you kick your feet when you sleep? It's adorable,” he added and plopped beside Kaun, smiling nonchalantly.

The Wolf boy could feel his already warm face turning a little pink and groaned. “D-d-did you see me cry?” he asked hesitantly, looking ashamed as his ears faced back.

Chase nodded, staring at the Maned Wolf. “Well, yeah. I thought you were still passed out ‘til I heard you. What was that about?”

Kauan could feel his jaw tighten, and he took a deep breath. “I-I'm in the wrong bus too…” he almost whispered, his chagrin coming back at full force.

Chase’s jaw opened but then closed, the Coyote looking like he was straining to think. “What's this route number?” he asked, pointing a clawed finger down at the floor. “This is 355, right?”

The orange-pup gasped lightly—his lungs still out of breath. “No! It is 356! That's what I made the mistake over,” he explained and handed his white piece of paper.

“Huh, same as mine.” Chase produced his own slip, and held them side by side. “This is **not a five—what the heck,” he chuckled. “These school faculty guys need to take calligraphy classes again.” He joked, handing the paper back. “Wait, so we're on the same route! Er, the correct one I mean, heh. Where do you live?” His tone was much more relieved than Kauan expected.

The Wolf thought for a second his hazel eyes looking at the ceiling. “The street is some color ‘Orleander’,” his face contorting a little as he spoke.

“Oh! Purple Oleander? The one with the townhouses?" Chase asked, and received a quick nod from the leggy, which made him smile wider. “Dude, I live on the next street over—mine's at Beau Thall.” He laughed heartily, and looked out the window. “We aren't **too far from there either! Don't worry I'll get you home, dude.”

Kauan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, it was like the weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His expression slowly brightened, and he even allowed a small smile form in his lips. “R-really?” A not-so-subtle twinge of relief came through his voice, and Chase caught onto it.

“Yeah, dude, I got you. We just gotta hop off on the next stop.” Chase's voice raised an octave higher before he cleared his throat. “Its not every day I find someone as clumsy as me! We gotta stick together.” The Coyote didn't look at all ashamed at the little jab.

The orange canine chuckled. “I-I'm not clumsy… just new. I moved only a month ago.” He turned to Chase and crossed his legs on the seat, his tail swishing slowly behind him. “I didn't meet many people too,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“For real? What were you doing all summer?” Chase asked, his ears flickering as he scooted closer.

“Literally nothing,” the leggy giggled, and pulled at his jacket, trying to cool off a bit. “Only reading and talking with my parents.”

“Well,” Chase started, “we're gonna change that! Trust me, you're gonna like the other guys. We're gonna play games—Aidan and Liam just love that Heart of whatever game—but it can be other stuff too. Leo's parents can take us to the county fair. I'll let you use my telescope—well it's my dad's but still, and—”

In the middle of the yote’s enthusiastic listing, a sudden jolt shook the entire bus, cutting Chase off mid-sentence. The vehicle lurched violently, sending a metallic rattle echoing through the cabin as both canines yelped—several kids in the front gasped or cried out when the bus tilted sharply to one side before slamming back down onto its wheels.
For a second, both boys swore they had gone airborne, their stomachs dropping as the world seemed to lift beneath them. In reality, the smaller cub had been thrown backward, flailing his arms to keep his balance as he let out a startled yip. Reacting on instinct, Kauan reached out and caught the yellow sleeve of the Coyote’s hoodie, tugging him upright—but before either could steady themselves, the back of the bus rocked again.

With inertia taking over, Chase stumbled forward, crashing into Kauan and sending them both into the wall with a heavy metallic thud. The Maned Wolf let out a sharp whine as his back hit the panel, the world around him whirling with a blur. He then squeaked in panic, eyes wide as a weird weight pressed to his lips. There was a long pause before Kauan got to recollect his senses—the suddenness of it all catching him by surprise and disorienting him. He let out a soft groan as the weight of Chase's body pressed against him—the yote's fluffy fur feeling like a blanket on top of him, and his warm breath against his face made him shiver a little. For a second, the two just froze—pressed close, breath caught between them, wide-eyed.

Chase gasped, pulling back as his lips disconnected, a thin string of saliva clinging to his mouth before he brought a sleeve to wipe it off. His beige and gray face turned into a heavy tone of crimson as his brown eyes stared deeply inside Kauan's hazel ones, heart beating weirdly in his chest as the Maned Wolf froze in place.

The yote turned to stare straight forward, his ears feeling warm as his breathing became heavy. “I… I-I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, bringing his hands to cover his face. “T-that—we just went by Underveil! I could recognize that pothole in my dreams…” he muttered the last part, curving his back and trying to shrink before the Wolf.

Kauan let out a sound that was between a gasp and a sob, and then cleared his tongue, licking his lips only to feel the drool still resting there. He swallowed it, his heart fluttering as something stirred in his nethers. He proceeded to look down, and yipped loudly, drawing Chase's attention to him: there was a small yet visible tent poking straight up in his beige shorts, and his eyes widened when he looked up to see the yote's vision tracing down to it. His brown-tipped tail instinctively wrapped between his legs as he closed them together, and he hugged his knees with one arm—his brown ears taking into a reddish blush as they poked through the holes of his gray hood as he pulled it over his head with his free hand. 
The leggy let out a long whimper, feeling the stinging tears come back to his eyes as he rubbed his orange-face to his knees. The silence that followed was almost deafening, and only the strangled breaths and small sobs of the Maned Wolf filled the air between them two.

“I-I'm sorry,” he mumbled and sniffled, his ears flattening to his skull.

Chase sat back, looking just embarrassed as Kauan. “N-no, it's alright. **I'm sorry, actually… I promise I didn't mean to do that.” He tried to peer at the other canine, seeing him averting his vision and holding his erection behind his legs and tail. 

The Coyote sighed, his lips twitching as he pressed them together tightly. He groaned to himself uncomfortably, and glanced down to see something poking against the fly of his denim shorts, and shot a hand down to cover it, feeling the contact send a small shiver down his little orbs, and then up his belly. His own erection brushed against his underwear, making his sensitive foreskin hurt a bit. But then, his ears twitched at a sound coming from his left.

“You… You smell good.” Kauan confessed, his voice muffled.

Chase yipped and turned his head to see his friend flinching a little—likely not the reaction he was expecting. “Y-y-you think so?” he asked nervously, receiving a strained nod from the shrunken canine. He gulped, feeling something warm creeping up his belly as he stared at Kauan. “Ugh… I… I kinda liked it actually.”

Kauan's ears perked up, and he hesitantly looked over his knees to stare at Chase. “You did?” he croaked out, his eyes wet with tears.

Chase smiled sheepishly, rubbing his feet together and chuckling. “Y-yeah… that was… I had never kissed before.” He cringed a little.

Kauan inhaled sharply then sighed, nodding. His vision trailed down Chase's body, going past the green rectangle on his chest that read “A.S.E.A.”—which he didn't know what it meant—until he noticed the hand pressed in between the yote's beige legs, making him feel a little funny. He looked back up to see Chase looking around uncomfortably under the Wolf's gaze, which drew a small chuckle from the pup. In turn, the Coyote whimpered and looked back at his friend, shaking his head as his face burned up. 

He opened his legs apart and moved his hands away for a moment, watching his tent twitch and refuse to go away as a single dark spot formed where his tip was. Whimpering, he bit down on his lower lip and tried shaking the idea forming in his head away, but failed as another funnier feeling grew inside his stomach. Even if being only eleven, Chase had already experimented a bit with his friends in his grade—mostly because the boys would coax him into it. However, at that moment, he couldn't help but feel strangely excited, the feeling seemingly coming from the idea of not being quite clothed where he should, especially with a friend who also had a boner beside him.

He shuffled in the seat, moving his fluffy tail away before he scooted closer to the orange-furred canine, bumping his knee on his. “H-hey, K?” Chase spoke softly, reaching out a hand to touch the leggy's foot.

Kauan startled a bit in surprise, ducking his head down again to hide himself. “Yeah?” His voice cracked, feeling a little weirded out at the proximity but also enjoying the contact.

Chase's belly felt weird, there was something about what he wanted to ask combined with the place they were in made it feel exhilarated. “Is—uhm… Is your thingy hard?” he whispered, looking around to make sure no one else would hear.

It took Kauan a second to process his words, but then he smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Y-yes. It's poking straight right now,” he answered with a small squeeze of his legs, feeling a jolt of pleasure course through him as his nuts were massaged. He looked down to see Chase still covering himself, and raised an eyebrow up. “You are too? Right?”

The yote nodded quickly, his lips twitching as he could feel his dick swell a bit more, as if entertained by being watched by the small leggy. He breathed in deeply in the moment they went silent, and turned his body, making their legs rub together and sending a small shiver up their spines.

He watched the Wolf stare at his crotch as he seemed to squirm a little. Then, he took a deep breath in, steeling himself at the following question. “C-can… Can I see yours?” The Coyote asked sheepishly, averting his eyes as Kauan's brown ears perked up.

The canine stared at the beige Anthro, then at his crotch, and then looked around to see that only he and Chase were closer to the back of the bus—feeling his own member throb inside its constrictions. He pondered, thinking that it could be a little too risky.

“I… I—I-I don't know…” the leggy trailed off, but whimpered when his dick twitched.

Chase hesitantly moved a hand to touch Kauan's knee, scratching it with his black claws gently. “I… I won't tell anyone.” He tried, beaming up at the leggy.

Kaun hummed shyly, swaying his head side-to-side slowly, thinking. He thought of how lonely he felt, but also how he had come this far talking with Chase. The canine wasn't mean to him, he was funny, and just so… weird. ** “But, good weird,” he thought. He breathed in the smell of puppy cologne on the yote, which made the tip of his tail shake a little and tickle his erection—which he had even forgotten for a brief second was there. He licked his lips nervously and rubbed his feet together, enjoying Chase's caress on him, the Maned Wolf moved his tail away, causing the yote to retreat his hand.

“C-can,” he stuttered and then cleared his throat. “Can I see you first?” he asked in a small voice, looking at the yote as his dick twitched, feeling a bead of pre leak out and be absorbed by his underwear.

Chase checked their surroundings again, then nodded. “Yes. Hold on.”

A small feeling of giddiness flew through Kauan as he watched the beige Anthro lean back a bit and scoot down in the seat, his legs slightly apart as he moved about. Chase slowly lifted his hoodie and t-shirt up, revealing his cream-colored belly and the entirety of his denim shorts, which look a bit tighter than they should, making his bulge stick out noticeably. 
Hesitantly, the Coyote moved his trembling hands to undo the button, fumbling a little before it popped out, and then used his claws to pinch the zipper. He glanced up to see Kauan breathing slowly, a little bit of sweat forming on his forehead as he stared at his pubic region, and when they made eye contact, his ears flickering.

Chase took a deep breath in, swallowing hard as his heart skipped a beat, and dragged the metal zipper down to expose the gray waistband of his boxer briefs. His shaken hands brushed the flaps to the sides, letting his small bulge poke out—though he cringed a bit noticing the underwear he wore had stars, galaxies, and rockets. He glanced to the side, seeing Kauan staring down with his mouth half open, his two little prominent lower fangs sticking out cutely, making the yote blush more.

“J-just letting you know i-it isn't big,” he prefaced and averted his eyes, but jumped a little when the Maned Wolf plopped beside him.

“Uh… M-mine isn't wither.” Kauan's accent came out thick, and he leaned his shoulder on Chase's, making the Coyote chuckle quietly.

“Heh, okay…” he said, a little encouraged, then hooked his thumbs behind the gray elastic band.

With a deep breath, Chase pushed the front of his space-themed boxer briefs, making his chubby erection swing out as it got caught on it for a brief second, standing straight up. Immediately, a small jet of pre pooled at the pink tip, being held by his somewhat tight foreskin. The yote let out a low, breathy moan through his back nose, feeling the chilly air encountering his slightly sweaty genitalia, then proceeded to use a thumb and pointing finger to pull his cream-colored, coin-pouch sack up, securing the waistband behind it. He looked up to see Kauan's hazel eyes staring straight at it, the Wolf's expression one of amusement—which made him blush deeper. In turn, Kauan reflexively squeezed his hand around his growing member, feeling it go into full mast as he took in the size of Chase's penis.

“C’mon dude, it isn't anything crazy,” Chase's embarrassed voice made him snap out of his thoughts. “I-I'm feeling lonely here, K. C'mon, it's your turn.” He whined a bit, but his gray-tipped tail wagged excitedly at his side.

**“...K?” Kauan wondered—when had Chase started calling him that? Independently, he liked it. His eyes deviated from the throbbing cock to see Chase sweating a bit, the attention making him nervous, but certainly more excited as his meat twitched. He nodded his head and scooted closer, rubbing the side of his leg on the Coyote's, his heart beating faster in his chest as he moved his hands to the sides of his tent, cupping it in the center of the circle he made with his fingers.
He swallowed dryly, moving a hand to unzip his jacket so he could cool off, his green graphic t-shirt with a yellow teardrop on the center of his chest showing a few spots of sweat as he skirted it up, revealing his white tummy. Next, he pulled the black cord on the front of his shorts, loosening the band before he wiggled it down, showing the mound behind his red briefs. Feeling feverish again, Kauan breathed slowly as he pulled his underwear down too, letting his cock breathe out as it laid on his crotch, and jumped a bit when Chase stirred on his side.

“Hey!” the Coyote exclaimed, a little louder than Kauan wished he did. “Yours look like mine!” he added, surprised. “Can you… can you pull your skin back?” Chase asked, heedlessly reaching a hand down and grazing a finger on the underside of Kauan's tip.

The Maned Wolf let out a yipping moan, feeling a small bead of pre leak out and spread on his pubic fur. “Ah—w-wait,” he pleaded, and Chase moved his hand to the leggy's small belly. “I… it's sensitivity.” He stuttered, the words barely making sense in his head before he spoke.

“O-oh, sorry.” Chase grimaced, and began sifting his fingers through Kauan's tummy fur. “I know how that is. I can barely pull mine,” he added a little disappointed and looked down, moving his free hand to massage his own peen, moaning weakly.

“Really?” the Maned Wolf asked.

Kauan stared at it, knowing how tough it could be in the beginning—but considering he and Chase were about the same age, he found it curious. He traced a shaky finger on the small patch of silky fur running down the yote's navel, and his hand lingered at his crotch. Looking up at the yote's flushed face, the Maned Wolf wordlessly asked for permission, his heavy breathing grazing on Chase's white cheek tufts and making him giggle a little.
The Coyote took a deep breath in, circling his claws around Kauan's bellybutton, making the leggy's tail flicker lively. He gave a firm nod, but could barely hide his nervousness as Kauan's brown fingers held his shaft, making him gasp lightly and double check his surroundings. The bus was silent, but every time it stopped at a red light, the Coyote thought they would have to hop off, and that whatever they were doing would have to come to an end.

The Wolf boy caressed around the turgid cock, making the pooled precum leak on his palm and the tip of his fingers. He gently held it, feeling how warm it was and exhaled sharply in amusement, pulling Chase's skin up before carefully bringing it down, feeling some resistance as it reached about halfway through, and let go of it when the Coyote whimpered.

“I-It's alright,” Chase said breathlessly. “It doesn't go much further than that.” The disappointment in his voice was noticeable, and Kauan caught it.

The leggy nodded, squeezing the erect member gently, making Chase moan in pleasure. He thought for a second, feeling his belly twitch involuntarily with the claws brushing against his skin. “I know something I can do.” He sounded hesitant, but Chase didn't protest. If anything, he seemed to get harder.

The Wolf cub brought his brown-hand to his face, and swirled some spit around in his mouth, depositing a hefty amount of slick drool on the tip of his fingers. Reaching down, the leggy pressed the tip of his middle finger to the pink glans, and proceeded to circle it slowly, using his spit to lube it while taking care with his claw in such a sensitive spot. The movement elicited a moan from Chase's lips, feeling electricity course and tickle him as the stimulation continued, and noticing how Kauan seemed to push and press his finger under his tight foreskin. Chase could feel it stretching in a pleasurable way he had never felt before by himself, and enjoyed the proximity, being somewhat thankful the leggy could help him. In turn, his beige fingers began tracing lower and lower the curve of Kauan's belly, feeling the orange Anthro's breath hitch and his body shiver when he finally grabbed his cock again, gently stroking it. The Maned Wolf exhaled sharply then moaned, leaning his head on Chase's, secretly craving the touch, and being surprised when the yote leaned in too, nuzzling him as they jerked each other off.

Being careful as to not hurt Chase, Kauan pinched and pulled the yote's skin up, making Chase wiggle and buck his hips, but also let a breathy moan out when the sand-colored anthro pulled his foreskin down, revealing his own glans to the air. The Coyote rubbed a finger tip on the slick opening of Kauan's dick, then down to his frenulum, finding a spot that made the Maned Wolf's meat twitch as he closed his legs tightly, feeling every tingling sensation.
Gathering some of the leaking precum on his fingertips, Kauan managed to lube every little spot around Chase's chubby cock, and with caution, began rubbing his thumb down around the tight band of flesh that prevented his pink glands from being fully exposed. Chase hissed, but then panted as he could feel it slipping lower and lower, scrunching his eyes closed when it finally passed the midway point.

“K-Kauan,” Chase moaned out, bucking his hips again, inadvertently making his skin slide a little lower. “O-ow, ouch,” he cried out.

Kauan stopped immediately, looking up to see the Coyote's flushed face. Their eyes met, and Chase gulped, then gave another slow nod. “Are you sure?” the leggy asked, worried.

Chase took a deep breath in, his hand on Kauan's dick slowing down as all the sensations coming from his dick impaired him a little. “Y-yeah… i-it's almost there.” He groaned, and looked back down to his member, seeing more of his tip exposed than he had ever seen before.

Kauan's eyes followed his gaze and he nodded. “Okay.” He reassured himself more than Chase.

Without much delay, the leggy pressed his slick fingers around the skin, and pushed down carefully, watching as it rolled with some difficulty, until it popped down. Chase let go of the Maned Wolf's cock, his hand reactively shooting to his mouth to muffle the strangled groan coming from the back of his throat, his eyes closing shut as small tears formed at its corners. Kauan startled when a jet of pre spurted from the opening and landed with an audible splashing sound on the Coyote's fluffy orbs, making him giggle a little—though he stopped as soon as he heard Chase panting heavily. He nuzzled against the Coyote sweetly, whimpering in fear he had made a mistake, but when Chase licked the bridge of his snout, Kauan looked up to see the yote smiling faintly, his body twitching as he seemed to be all tingly.

“D-dude… You actually did it,” he chuckled hazily, and then moaned when the Wolf stroked him again. “Ah—Ngh… I-I'm close though…” his voice drifted off when he smelled something different.

The Coyote looked down at his hand, seeing his fingers coated in a thin, glistening layer of precum from the Maned Wolf's cock, and suddenly felt it on his face fur as well—in the hurry to cover his own mouth, Chase hadn't thought his hand could be dirty. His lips contorted a little, but he hesitantly licked around his muzzle, his tongue dragging the little seed as he tasted it, smacking his lips together a few times.

“Huh…” he scoffed quietly, staring at his hand. All the while, Kauan watched him with a puzzled expression.

The Coyote gulped and sniffed it. The sweaty smell of Kauan's crotch still lingered on his fingers, and his pre smelled… unique. It was different from what he had smelled on himself or his friends after P.E. or after playing: it was a little sharper and stickier, but not grossly so. If anything, Chase jotted it down as smelling more musky and not as acidic than what he was used to—but not bad by any means. 
He wasn't sure why, but a thought popped into his head—he could smell something in the air that made him feel funny. He cleared his throat and glanced at Kauan. The pup was staring at him expectantly, his lips twitching, and his big hazel eyes darting to take in every little change in the yote's face.

“I…” he started breathlessly, “I-I wanna try something,” he said awkwardly, and proceeded to lick his fingers clean, tasting the stronger taste of pre-seed.

Kauan eyes widened at the move, the red on his face deepening when Chase sucked on his own fingertips. He licked his lips as the yote turned to face him, and then stood up to peer over the seats in front of him. 

“W-what is it?” he asked reluctantly, though his boner remained at full mast.

Chase was silent for a moment, and then he nodded. “Okay… there's a lot of traffic by Reywas Pond,” he mumbled, his tail wagging and blowing wind on the Maned Wolf's face, who couldn't help but take a peek at the Coyote's fatty butt—those shorts were surely too tight on him. “Okay, switch,” he said, shuffling to the side.

Kauan giggled when the fluffy tri-colored tail tickled his face, and used the opportunity to press his hands on the Coyote cheeks in front of him, smiling widely when Chase yipped and froze at his touch. The Coyote, in turn, rolled his eyes and batted at the leggy's hands, moving his own to undo his tail clasp, allowing his undies and shorts to fall a little lower and expose part of his ass, wagging his rear a bit.

“Lucky for you that was kinda part of the plan… perv,” he muttered the last word, his ears turning red when Kauan laughed happily.

Kauan scooted down so he was closer to the corridor, his heart tightening a little as he felt much more exposed than before—if one of the cubs in front of them looked back in the right angle, they would easily see him with his dick out. He gulped, his expression twisting with worry as renewed fear filled his chest, and his breathing became heavy again. But what the Maned Wolf couldn't understand was why his dick seemed to get even harder.
He jumped a little when he felt Chase plopping beside him, the Coyote climbing on the seat on all fours, his tail wagging rapidly as he stared down with a giddy smile. Kauan followed his eyes slowly, until he met with his own exposed cock, and then squeaked when the yote took hold of it.

“W-what are you going to do?” His eyes shifted between the front of the bus and the canine approaching between his legs, feeling his heart hammering on his chest with excitement.

“I… t-trust me?” Chase stuttered in his on libido, looking up at the concerned leggy. “I promise it'll feel good.”

Kauan was about to protest, but shivered and huffed hornily when Chase kneaded his erection, drawing another clear bead of pre to its tip. “Hng… O-okay,” he mumbled, sudden;y convinced, his own orgasm seemingly closer than he expected.

Chase smiled and nodded, looking down again at the throbbing cock. “Okay, just keep watch. I'll do the rest,” he said, far more confident than he actually was.

He laid down on the seat, curling himself so his head could rest on Kauan's belly, who instinctively scooted down—loving the feeling of the yote's messy, dirty blonde hair on him. The Coyote proceeded to wrap his left hard firmly around the leggy's cock, stroking it gently while his right hand snaked behind Kauan's back. Closing his eyes, the Coyote took in the musky, sticky scent from the Maned Wolf groin, his cock twitching lively and brushing against the seat, staining it a bit. He parted his lips, and his tongue darted to lick the tip of Kauan's leaking cock, eliciting a shudder and a yipping moan from the Wolf, and he chuckled at it.

“Heh,” he huffed with a smile, his eyes trained on the erection in front of him. “Y-you smell good, man.”

Without a second thought, Chase enveloped his lips around the head of Kauan's penis, savoring the taste of the pup's seed. It was much more challenging than he thought: his lack of experience and the fact Kauan felt much bigger inside his mouth than in his hand—though that didn't impede him from trying to swallow more and more of the member. The sucking, wet sounds coming from his lap caused Kauan's ears to perk up high, his face contorting with each lick, and he fought to hold each muffled moan that wanted to escape his brown muzzle. His hips bucked involuntarily, making Chase huff against his balls—feeling them mushed between his shorts waistband, and the yote's stroking head. Each touch and movement sent jolts of electric pleasure up the leggy's body, prompting him to spread his long legs more, allowing Chase to dive even lower.

With all the skill he could muster, the yote sucked the turgid cock, his tongue circling around and under Kauan's foreskin, coaxing pre to flow out heavily, having to swallow it repeatedly to keep space inside his mouth. He let out a moan around the Kauan's penis when something fluffy brushed against the exposed tip of his cock, and glanced down to see Kauan's knee touching his member. The yote gave an experimental hump, shuddering at the overly sensitivity of his head against someone else's fur, and began rolling his hips repeatedly. In short time, the rhythm of his sucking and his hips synced, and Chase huffed hornily as he spurt precum on the Wolf's brown leg, his face becoming redder by the second as all the different stimuli merged behind his eyes, making him moan needily. 

Panting, Kauan laid a hand on the Coyote's head, brushing his dirty blonde hair and letting it tangle in between his fingers. He humped against Chase's lips, hearing him squeak—the pressure in his balls building up painfully and making him yearn for release, and he couldn't take it anymore. 
Carefully but firmly, the leggy pushed Chase down further, prompting the small Anthro to open his mouth wider, the cock sliding down his slick tongue until his black nose was firmly pressed against Kauan's fuzzy nuts, breathing in his pre-teen sweat and musk as his own orgasm neared.

Chase whimpered as he choked a little, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he could feel Kauan's cock twitching crazily inside his mouth, though that didn't stop his own humping. His gray ears twitched as the leggy let out a yipping moan, his claws digging on his hair as his grip strengthened to hold him down.

“C-Chase,” Kauan panted out, his body trembling. “I-I… I…” he whined softly, squinting his eyes as his body seemed to lock up.

Chase's tongue circled around the orange Wolf's member, eliciting yipping moans from the pup. He gagged when the explosion of liquid hit the back of his throat, and tried to swallow as much as he could, some of it leaking through the gaps between his lips and the throbbing meat. But Kauan's muffled moans and his bucking hips were what drove Chase past the edge. 

Tasting and smelling the musky Maned Wolf cum in his mouth, Chase moaned and pushed his hips forward with one last strong thrust, his sensitive foreskin rolling tightly as much as his hard cock would allow and making his whole body shudder. Watery ropes of cum shot out of his dick, landing on the floor, seat, and on Kauan's leg, the overwhelming mix of sensations taking over him as his mouth was filled with more slimy seed.

He whimpered and closed his eyes, tears forming at their corners as Kauan's grip strengthened. Pulling back against it, he allowed himself to breathe deeply before he was shoved down again, swallowing the building load inside his mouth tastefully. He suckled the engorged tip until the Maned Wolf huffed loudly, letting go of it with a loud pop.

Both canines were panting as the Coyote sat up beside the Maned Wolf, leaning on each other and riding the rest of their orgasms, cum still dribbling weakly down their shafts. Kauan was the one to break the spent silence when he whimpered, and Chase followed his eyes to see the mess he had made not only on the bus, but mainly on the Wolf's leg.

“Aah! Sorry!” he exclaimed, reaching out and using his fingers to wipe the jizz off his friend's leg and on the seat—likely no one would sit there for a while.

Kauan nodded slowly, feeling the cooling liquid seep into this fur, though there was little he could do in that moment. He turned his body a little, and laid his head on Chase's shoulder, feeling the Coyote do the same. They stay like that for a long while, feeling the bus swaying as their erections subsided, their breathing returning to normal as the afterglow began to settle in.
Chase could hear Kauan vocalizing a little, the vibrations travelling his skull and tingling his ears. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around the leggy, feeling his fur brush to his as the orange Anthro nuzzled against his shoulder.

“I liked it,” Kauan mumbled, unable to hide the small smile on his lips.

Chase giggled weakly, exhaustion beginning to settle in his head as he yawned. “Yeah, dude. Me too,” he replied and looked down at his flaccid penis, observing how his foreskin had come back to normal. “Aw, dang it! It's back to normal…” he grumbled, and that made Kauan giggle. 

The yote couldn't help but echo the laughter. It was in the next moment when the sharp whine of the brakes resounded inside the bus, and the hydraulics whistle right after—startling both boys. They looked at each other and then down at their laps, eyes widening at the sight as Kauan tugged on Chase's hoodie and pointed to the front. The Coyote looked over to see the kids standing up and making their way outside. That was the very stop they needed to hop off at.

“Oh no… nonononono! Get your stuff!” He almost yelled as he got up, fumbling to put his clothes back on while trying to avoid stepping on their cooling mess.

Kauan jumped off the seat, tucking his soft member back inside his undies uncomfortably and grabbing his backpack, following as Chase bolted out of the bus. He refrained to do much but wave at the driver as he made his way out too. As they stepped on the sidewalk, Chase looked around and nodded.

“Dang that was close,” he said as stared at Kauan, seeing the disconcerted expression on the Maned Wolf's face. “W-what?” 

Kauan shook his head and simply reached a hand, pressing a thumb and wiping a small dribble of white liquid still resting on to the yote's face. “Uhm… I think he saw it,” he said hesitantly.

Chase's eyes widened at the sight as he could feel his face warming up. He shot his hands to his face checking for any other residue before his eyes darted back at Kauan. “Do I have anything else on my face?” His voice cracked, but was relieved when the leggy shook his head dismissively. He exhaled sharply, his chagrin coming in heavily as his ears drooped. “Man, it just **had to be with me, didn't it?”

Kauan shrugged weakly, a small smile forming on his lips as licked his thumb, and then swallowed. “At least your thingy isn't bouncing around,” he said reassuringly, and Chase chuckled.

“Pfft, oh you don't know me, dude.” He placed his balled fists on the sides of his hips and puffed his chest. “Always expect the unexpected around me.”

Kauan laughed heartily, his tail wagging with the Coyote's as they could feel the sum beaming down on them. He looked back to see the bus pulling away, and then turned to Chase with a small frown. “So… how are we getting to my home?”

Chase's grin immediately dropped to a grimace and he chuckled sheepishly, his ears flattening to his head as he looked around. “Uhhh… good question!”

End of story.