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Sex, sweets, and a surprise encounter with someone from Archer's past. But things aren't what the coyote suspected.

A Bully, A Bitch, And A Little Boy is a collaboration with a friend that we started working on together over 2 years ago. It consists of 14 chapters written by me that will be uploaded weekly. Each chapter also includes a piece of art drawn by a friend. We came up with the plot together.

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Archer’s ear twitched at the noise of the gentlest, lightest footsteps leaving his bedside, and he sighed peacefully, ready for sleep to retake him.\n\nExcept, he hadn’t been left alone. A moment later, the blanket was suddenly lifted into the air around his feet, and a waft of cool morning air drifted up around his legs. Around his body, he felt the blanket rustle, and the mattress sank down at the foot of the bed. The boy crawled up the bed underneath the blanket, his warm, furry little body pressing against Archer’s foot paws, then legs, then thighs, until it brushed up against his naked crotch.\n\n“Oh... Finn... no”, the coyote mumbled, rolling over onto his back. When he opened his eyes fully he looked down to see the boy-shaped lump underneath the covers wriggling its way up towards his head, and he could feel the slender young body wiggling against his own -- little hands touching him all over as the boy gripped Archer’s naked body to pull himself upwards. As he felt the boy’s warm naked chest and tummy slide against the mound of his sheath, Archer groaned, “[i]Shit[/i]…”\n\nHis vision began to clear, his heart started to beat faster, and he breathed harder -- his growing arousal wrenching him from his sleepiness. His cock started to emerge from its sheath, and his hardness squished against the soft naked boy on top of him in his bed. He heard a playful giggle underneath his blanket, and small hands started rubbing at his growing canine cock. The coyote let out a low moan and bit his lip at the sudden pleasure.\n\nArcher raised the blanket up with one arm so he could look underneath the covers at the boy pleasuring him. All he could see was the top of the kid’s messy light-blond hair against his own stomach, shuffling around slightly as he worked Archer’s cock. “Finn, what’re you doing?” he said in a gentle tone.\n\nThe nine year old otter looked up at him, with a huge and cheeky grin on his adorable boyish face. In the middle of his beige face, which was a lighter shade than the orange-brown fur covering the rest of his body, his deep green eyes sparked with mischief. “Just waking you up so we can have breakfast”, Finn said.\n\n“Ah, jeez”, Archer groaned with guilt. He wore a green wristband on his right wrist that matched the shade of Finn’s eyes, and he moved that hand down to scratch the otter’s hair behind his ear, a sensation the cub always enjoyed. Finn rested his head back against Archer’s fingers, and closed his eyes happily as Archer rubbed his scalp, but he didn’t stop stroking Archer’s dick, which had fully emerged, and started twitching needily in the cub’s hands\n\nArcher grimaced in mental pain. [i]This is so wrong[/i], a part of his mind said. And that part got louder and louder as Finn slid further down the bed until his sweet young face was level with the canine’s cock.\n\n“Nooo, Finn, n-no… You don’t have to…” Archer mumbled, though despite the words coming out of his trembling mouth, he didn’t actually take much action to stop the cub. His voice soon turned to a moan when Finn started licking Archer’s hard dick with his tongue. At that point, Archer stopped saying words and instead murmured mindless, guilty sounds of satisfaction as his stiff cock was taken into the boy’s mouth.\n\t\nBeneath his pleasured whimpers, Archer burnt with a feeling of shame. He knew that the moral and proper thing to do right now would be to tell the otter that this was inappropriate, and that he shouldn’t do things like this, and that he should go back to his own bed. He was just a kid, after all, and Archer loved him more than anything. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt or harm Finn in any way.\n\nBut it was too late to take back what they’d done together now -- what Archer had done [i]to [/i]Finn about a year ago when his urges had gotten the better of his conscience. For better or worse, this was their relationship now. Archer knew he couldn’t just stop now, and take it all back, and pretend none of this had ever happened…\n\nNo, he couldn’t. All things he considered, he felt the best thing he could do was try to keep their sexual acts to a minimum. So, he never forced anything on Finn, and only ever did what the boy wanted to. They’d never had anal sex, and he’d never rimmed the kid’s amazing little ass. Nor had Archer ever tried to bring Finn to an orgasm, because he figured the otter was too young for that. \n\nBut… they did cuddle and sleep together, sometimes naked… and sometimes, as a result of that, Archer would either jerk himself off, or Finn would rub or suck his cock. And he knew it wasn’t the moral thing to do, but in a way, it felt unavoidable. It was the best way he could think of to maintain Finn’s innocence, while still... satisfying his undeniable desires. \n\t\nClearly, Archer’s efforts hadn’t stopped the kid from using oral sex to get what he wanted. But it was apparent that Finn didn’t really understand what he was doing. To him, this was all just an innocent game. This sort of stuff, getting naked with an adult and touching each other’s bodies, was normal to him. In a way, that made things better. Or, maybe worse. Archer wasn’t quite sure. Either way, his guilty thoughts were soon pushed out of his mind by the feeling of Finn’s warm, wet mouth and curious tongue on his throbbing erection.\n\n“[i]Unnngghh[/i]”, the coyote groaned, his body twitching with pleasure as Finn gripped his knot with both paws firmly. The coyote’s dick was slightly smaller than the average size for his species, but it was still an adult cock, and Finn could only take about half of it into his mouth. Still, that was more than enough for the moaning coyote, whose body was starting to quiver with surging pleasure.\n\nFinn must have been able to sense it, as he pulled the coyote’s cock out of his mouth and looked up at the older male with sparkling little eyes. “You close to squirting?” he asked.\n\n“Yeah”, Archer panted.\n\nFinn grinned and crawled up the bed until their waists were level. Then he flipped over so Archer was spooning him, and lifted a leg into the air as he looked up at the coyote expectantly. Archer blushed. He knew what the otter was suggesting, because Finn knew what made the coyote squirt really hard. \n\nFinn’s soft, round, squishy ass cheeks. \n\nThe coyote reached down to angle his cock, wet with precum and saliva, between Finn’s legs. Then he pushed his cock forward, sandwiching it between the otter’s warm fuzzy thighs. The cub, in turn, pressed his plump ass back against the coyote’s hips. Archer nibbled his lip. Fuck, it felt so good.\n\nHe rested his chin atop Finn’s hair, and moved his paws down the otter’s body, squeezing him close and soaking in the blissful feel of the young, skinny, supple body against his own adult nakedness. With his cock head pressed against Finn’s little fuzzy balls, his shaft enveloped by soft warm fur, and that incredible squishy ass against his hips, the coyote’s cock throbbed hard. \n\nFinn wiggled his ass back and forth, bouncing his jiggly cheeks against Archer’s hips, simulating anal sex despite not having any idea what that was. Even if he didn’t really understand what he was doing, with practice, he’d certainly learnt how to use his body to turn Archer on. And while he giggled playfully, Archer groaned lustfully. With every hump and thrust, the coyote’s cock was stimulated along its entire hot aching length, and the coyote’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fu-uh-uhhh... uggghh”, he groaned, struggling to resist swearing around the young boy, as ironic as that was.\n\nHe clutched the boy tightly inside his arms, one paw around Finn’s chest and the other on the otter’s flat tummy, as he humped the area between the cub’s thighs with increasing urgency, the warm crevice quickly becoming damp with precum as the pressure built inside his cock. Closing his eyes and feeling the tightness around every inch of his dick, he could almost imagine that he was fucking the kid. As Archer moaned louder, the otter broke into a laugh. He seemed to find the coyote’s arousal amusing, for some reason, like making Archer squirt was a game, and he was great at it.\n\nHarder and faster, Archer’s paws gripped Finn’s body tightly, and Finn held onto his arms as the kid’s soft butt smacked against his hips, the little cub’s body jolting back and forth as the coyote thrust against him. He lost his mind in the bliss of Finn’s young body, his smell, his warmth, his curves, the way he wiggled his skinny little body around, his perfectly soft and round ass. He was so young and small in the coyote’s arms -- innocent, giggling, and childlike. The badness of it all felt [i]so fucking good[/i]. \n\nGrunting desperately, Archer thrust his hips forward against the cub’s cheeks, and his cock emerged from between the otter’s legs just as a stream of his jizz squirted across the sheets. He pulled the kid tight against him and groaned loudly as his cock twitched again, sending another rope on a short journey through the air before splattering across the bed, groaning, “[i]Fffffffffuck[/i]!” Finn brought a hand up to his little mouth and cracked out laughing, while Archer just kept groaning, gritting his teeth and holding his breath as pleasure rippled through his tense, twitching body. “[i]Unnnngggh[/i]!” As his cock spurted hard, Archer imagined he was loading up Finn’s perfect little ass.\n\nWhen the bliss ended, Archer’s head flopped back against the pillow, and he let out a long groan of satisfaction. Then he peeked down past his muzzle, and saw Finn looking straight back up at him, a big amused grin on his face.\n\nArcher couldn’t help but smile back, and in that moment he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He pulled the boy close against him in a hug, and leant down to give him a kiss on the forehead.\n\nFinn chuckled with a sense of pride, “You swore. You’re naughty!”\n\n“Heh, yeah, I did”, Archer said, blushing. “Sorry, kiddo”.\n\n“You know what that means”, Finn added, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.\n\nArcher smirked and nodded. “Okayyy… fine, whatever you want”.\n\n“Pancakes!” the otter squealed, wiggling his body around with a burst of energetic happiness.\n\nThe coyote chuckled. The only thing Finn loved more than video games was food. “Alright, just... give me a minute. I wanna just lie here for a moment”.\n\n“Mmmkay”, Finn said begrudgingly, and he wiggled his head back against Archer’s chest. The coyote sighed with contentment, and rubbed his little lover’s chest and tummy. He couldn’t help but think how the contours of their bodies fitted so nicely together, with Finn’s head against his chest, the arch of the boy’s back flush with his own stomach, and his bubbly butt nestled in Archer’s waist, all with Finn’s tail wrapped around him and pulling them together. They were perfect together. This life he’d somehow fallen into was… perfect.\n\nDeep down, as much as Archer worried about what they did together, he believed he wasn’t hurting the kid. Nestled in Archer’s arms and smiling peacefully with his eyes closed right now, Finn seemed happy, and that was what mattered most to the coyote. He would do anything to nurture and protect him. And he already had. He’d taken Finn into his life and looked after him when the boy had no one else.\n\nAfter a while, Archer sent Finn off to the shower while he wandered out to the kitchen to make their pancakes, wearing only a pair of briefs and his green wristband. By now, the warm light of dawn had turned more pale as the sun had started to rise. At this angle, the sun was shining straight through the windows, and it made the slender coyote’s sandy fur look almost white in the bright light. As Archer fetched a bowl, milk, eggs, and sugar, he wagged his tail happily, a little smile stuck to his face.\n\nThen he went to grab flour from the pantry and... didn’t find any.\n\n“Damn”, he muttered out loud, pausing to think. Afterwards, he headed to the bathroom and poked his head through the doorway. Finn was bouncing around in the shower under the water, happily humming to himself, probably in anticipation of food.\n\n“Buddy”, Archer called out, “I don’t have ingredients for pancakes”.\n\nFinn spun around. “Whaaaat? [i]Noooooo[/i]”, the otter whined in horror, smushing his sad face against the glass shower door.\n\n“Soooo…” Archer continued, “how about I take you to a nice cafe for breakfast?”\n\nFinn’s face lit up again, and he squealed with happiness. “Yayyyy!”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n“And what would you like, sweetie?” the waitress asked, leaning down towards Finn, who sat opposite Archer at the cafe table. The brown-spotted white cow had a permanent smile plastered across her face that seemed to become almost genuine when she looked at the bubbly young otter.\n\n“Pancakes! And-and ice-cream!” Finn grinned, bouncing in his seat. \n\n“Oooh, delicious”, the waitress said, playing along with the boy’s enthusiasm, though she glanced at Archer out of the side of her eyes to see if he approved of letting the boy have something so sweet for breakfast. Of course, that was their deal. Archer nodded, and the waitress scribbled the order down on her notepad. “Won’t be long, boys”, she said, adding a few extra teeth to her grin before she departed, leaving the two secret lovers alone at the table.\n\nThe cafe was packed with furs, as per usual for this place. Adjacent to the beach, with a view of the rumbling ocean through its windows, the quality of the food hardly made a difference to its business. Nevertheless, Archer had found the food here to be pretty good at the times he’d actually been able to get a table. Given it was the Saturday morning and a nice sunny day, it was no surprise the place was full of people ready to spend a day at the beach. It was fortunate that Finn had woken Archer up so early, or they likely wouldn’t have been able to get seats.\n\nA number of very attractive furs reclined or wandered around the cafe wearing their beachwear or lack thereof. Some of them, like the bunch of golden retrievers leaning against the window in nothing but shorts, and not-very-discreetly contorting their bodies in uncomfortable yet flattering poses, clearly enjoyed any opportunity to show off their toned, attractive bodies.\n\nArcher didn’t pay the other males much attention. Despite the eye candy and peak physiques all around him, the coyote was far more attracted to Finn. While the otter drank his juice through a straw, Archer watched his boyish face in a mellow daze. Finn made eye contact with his green eyes and shot Archer a cheeky grin under his soft black wet nose and whiskered cheeks. Archer’s heart spun around in happy twirls.\n\nDamn, even while Finn was doing something mundane like drinking a smoothie, he looked so beautiful, sucking his straw in a rhythmic motion… up and down... back and forth... like it was a… \n\n[i]Cock[/i]. \n\nArcher’s eyes widened in panic, and he grabbed Finn by the wrist. “Hey! Stop that”, he whispered urgently. Finn stuck his tongue out and giggled naughtily, flopping back in his seat. He clearly had no idea how much trouble a child imitating oral sex on a straw in public could cause.\n\nArcher took a deep breath and glanced at people’s faces around the cafe as casually as he could manage. No one seemed to have notice Finn’s naughty act, but he could never be too careful. Leaning forward over the table, the coyote said in a hushed voice, “It’s our secret, remember?” \n\nFinn shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s funny”. He sat back up without a care and resumed slurping his smoothie, the faintest, naughty little smirk on his face.\n\nArcher groaned internally, reminded why he often felt self-conscious going out in public with Finn. Even when the otter wasn’t being naughty, an adult fur hanging out with a child of a different species was, at its best, highly unusual. And at worst, people might suspect something illegal… the truth.\n\nOf course, given the nature of their relationship, a little paranoia was warranted. Archer and Finn clearly weren’t brothers or family, since they were of different species, and the age difference of twelve years was too large to suggest a regular friendship. In the couple of years since Finn had moved in with him, Archer could remember countless somewhat-concerned glances from strangers, and the back of his mind was always worried that someone would somehow discover what was going on, and he’d end up in jail or worse. In his day to day life, the coyote could explain what had happened to Finn’s parents to his friends and coworkers, but even then, he still had to be vigilant that Finn didn’t let their naughty secret slip.\n\nThere had been some close calls. Like when Archer brought Finn along to a friend’s birthday party, and Finn played with the other kids while the adults got drunk. He awoke in sudden terror on his friend’s couch in the morning to find that Finn had tugged the still-half-drunk coyote’s pants down and planted his lips on Archer’s dick, having snuck out of the bedroom to do what he so often did in the privacy of their own home. They needed to have a big talk about secrets after that.\n\nArcher knew what they were doing was a risk, and that he always had to be careful and vigilant that no one discovered the truth. It often weighed on his mind, and the anxiety kept him awake some nights.\n\nBut… \n\nWhen they watched cartoons on the couch at night, Finn snuggled in his arms, Archer gently patting Finn’s soft blond hair, his heart swollen with love, he knew what they had was worth any risk.\n\nAnd when he wrapped his arms around Finn’s naked little body and grinded his erection against the cub’s fat ass cheeks in bed... it was so fucking worth it.\n\nWhen the waitress returned with their food, Finn’s face lit up, and he had a mouthful of pancakes and cream before the waitress had even placed the coyote’s plate in front of him. Archer giggled and shook his head as he watched Finn demolish his breakfast with glee. \n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n“Can we play games when we get home?” Finn asked, tugging on Archer’s hand as they shuffled between beachgoing furs and overworked cafe employees to make their way to the exit.\n\nArcher opened his mouth but didn’t get a chance to reply. With his head down looking at Finn as he turned a corner, he walked straight into a huge fur standing in the doorway. \n\nThe coyote stumbled back a step, as he was much shorter and smaller than the other fur, a big dark bull, who had barely budged at all from their collision. “[i]Oof[/i], sorry”, Archer grunted, as realised his muzzle was damp, and he wiped his face with his wrist. He had accidentally planted his face right between the bull’s beefy pecs, who was shirtless and sweaty, likely having just exercised down at the beach. \n\nAnd then the bull spoke, and Archer’s ears shot up and his fur prickled. “Holy shit…” the terribly deep and masculine voice said with a tone of amusement.\n\nA cold trickle of fear shot down the coyote’s spine as he slowly raised his head to look up at the bull’s face, and instantly, his heart recoiled in his chest like wounded dog in a cage. He quickly swept a protective arm to hide Finn behind him and away from the bull’s attention. “Z-Zavoc?” he stuttered\n\n“You know it, [i]Archer[/i]”, the bull said with a smirk. “Jeez, it’s so nice that you haven’t forgotten about me”. His voice was strong and confident, as it always had been, and the thick golden ring through his nose vibrated as he spoke.\n\nArcher gulped. “You’re hard to... forget about”, he said nervously, as a friendly joke, but it was hard to get the words out. It suddenly felt like he didn’t have enough oxygen in his lungs. \n\n“Oh, [i]good[/i]”, the bull said in an ominous tone, letting the silence hang in the air between them afterwards.\n\nArcher forced an awkward smile up at the huge bull. All he wanted to do right now was scoop Finn up and bolt out the door. But the bull had crossed his arms and stood in his way, leaning against the door frame. With huge broad shoulders, and a chunky, meaty torso that tapered down towards his waist through row after row after row of bulging abs, Archer was going nowhere without Zavoc’s approval, and there was nothing the slender coyote could do about it. \n\nZavoc looked down at him, smirking, and Archer took a deep but jittery breath, his stomach doing somersaults. What could he even do? This was just… a nightmare. \n\n“It’s been, what, five years?” the coyote offered to break the silence.\n\n“Six”, Zavoc said bluntly, drumming his thick fingers against a fat bicep. “And… one of those years was mandatory, thanks to you, [i]wasn’t it[/i]?” \n\n[i]Fuck[/i]. Archer was really hoping the bull had moved on from what happened, but it seemed they were going to go [i]there[/i]. The bull bared his teeth in a smile, but Archer sensed anger behind those dark brown eyes. Archer didn’t know how to respond to that without making things worse, so he just laughed nervously. Ugh. He just wanted to hide… \n\nHe felt pathetic, tiny and afraid, just like he had six years ago. Six years without seeing each other wasn’t enough. An eternity without seeing the bull who’d made his life a living hell still would have been too short. Now, in the broad shadow of the beast, so many memories stuffed away in the back of his mind came rushing back. \n\nWhen Archer was fourteen, one of Zavoc’s friends had caught the coyote sucking a leopard off in the school bathroom after class had finished. Of course, to mean macho jocks like Zavoc and his two friends, that was all the justification they needed to make a skinny, shy, sensitive boy like Archer their primary victim. Over the next two years, the three of them bullied Archer every chance they got -- taunting him, calling him names, knocking things out of his hands, stealing his stuff, and worse. They were led by Zavoc, who seemed to gain a great deal of satisfaction by humiliating the poor teen, and together they caused Archer to live in fear -- constantly watching his back, always waiting near the safe eyes of teachers, and peeking his head around corners before walking into open spaces to avoid running into the three mean bullies wherever possible.\n\nHis fears were justified. When Zavoc and his friends did catch Archer alone, they left him bruised, bleeding, and crying on the ground, fur covered in dirt, drenched in their piss, humiliated by their laughter.\n\nHe felt like little more than a scared kid again as he stood there in the bull’s intimidating presence. If Zavoc hadn’t forgiven Archer, and accepted what had happened when they were sixteen -- when the three bullies finally took it too far, and Archer finally took action -- he knew what the bull’s wrath could look like. And Zavoc had been muscular back then. But now he was... truly scary.\n\nPainfully aware of how awkward he sounded, Archer tried to steer the conversation in a friendly direction. “So, you’re, uhh, looking... good”. \n\n“I know”, the bull said, not missing a beat. Then he gave a slow shrug. “Wish I could say the same about you. You look just as wimpy as ever”. Zavoc smirked, still staring at the smaller coyote with dark derisive eyes.\n\n“Don’t be mean!” a little voice said. \n\nArcher just about had a heart attack when Finn stepped out from behind him. He tried to grab the otter by the shoulder and pull him back, but the cub slunk out of his grasp.\n\nZavoc grunted in confusion with raised eyebrows, looking down his nose at the tiny otter no taller than his waist. “You’re a jerk!” Finn added, his little hands curled up in fists, his face scrunched up in a furious expression.\n\n“Finn! Be quiet” Archer hissed. His fearless little lover had no idea who he was dealing with. [i]Fuck[/i], Archer had a dreadful sinking feeling deep in his gut. Not again. Not again.\n\nThe bull laughed. “I just call it how it is, kiddo”. He glanced at Archer while gesturing a dark brown hand down towards Finn. “Who the fuck is this?”\n\nArcher placed his hands around Finn’s shoulders and pulled him back a couple of steps close to himself, before frowning. He didn’t exactly want to tell his old bully about his personal life, but he couldn’t imagine coming up with any other credible explanations on the spot. “This is Finn. I… adopted him when his parents passed away”, he said hesitantly.\n\n“Well shit. That’s horrible…” The bull unfolded his arms and squatted down to look at the angry little otter, and he said quietly to the boy, “You know, you’re never going to learn how to be a proper man from [i]Archer[/i]”.\n\nArcher pulled the otter close against his body and said in a hushed voice, “Finn, it’s okay, don’t--”.\n\nBut the otter exploded. “Archer’s nice! He looks after me! He loves me!” Finn yelled, staring the bull straight in the eyes with determination. “He was there for me when nobody else was! So... [i]screw you[/i]!”\n\nZavoc blinked away the verbal assault in silence, with an amused look growing across his face as the young boy yelled at him. Meanwhile, the fearful coyote felt like he was going to vomit. Last time he yelled at Zavoc, and the bull had kicked him so hard in the balls he hadn’t been able to sit up straight for a week. In their corner of the cafe, Archer could feel the concerned glances of nearby diners fall upon them.\n\nWhen the otter stopped to breathe, Zavoc burst out laughing. “Hahaha, I like this kid! He’s got more balls than you!” the bull said to Archer, throwing his head back and flopping his heavy body against the doorframe as he laughed out loud. He eventually sighed out his entertainment, and his dark eyes came to rest on the coyote.\n\nArcher grimaced, standing still, bracing himself for whatever twisted kind of suffering was about to befall him and his lover.\n\n“Jesus, Archer, relax!” Zavoc said, giving the coyote’s arm a surprisingly gentle punch. “You don’t think I’m serious, do you? I’m just fucking with you!”\n\nAfter a few seconds pause, the coyote laughed nervously, cautiously. “What?”\n\nZavoc’s entire expression shifted, and he shook his head, smiling. “I mean it, dude. I’m just being an idiot… C’mon, you really think after all this time I’d hold a stupid grudge like that? I was…” He looked down at the floor, with a heaviness to his shoulders. “Ugh, Archer. You know, I was a really impulsive kid. I did shit without thinking”. His eyes returned to Archer, the dark orbs softer than before. “But I’m not a kid anymore. And thank God for that, right? I was pretty stupid”, he chuckled, offering the coyote an apologetic smile. \n\nIt looked... actually... kind of... almost… sincere?\n\nArcher blinked a few times. He was genuinely shocked. He opened his mouth but he didn’t know what to say.\n\nNoticing Archer’s doubt, the bull gestured a hand towards him and continued. “And you -- look at [i]you[/i]. You’re looking after a kid. An [i]orphan[/i]. Fuck, that’s really admirable, dude. You’re a good guy, Archer”.\n\nArcher’s mind slowly ticked over what the bull was saying. Zavoc being nice? His brain didn’t know how to process it. Was it all a trick? Like when Zavoc would offer to shake his hand in school to [i]make peace[/i], only to then shove Archer’s hand down his pants, laugh in his face, and ask him if his big bull cock turned the [i]faggot [/i]on in front of everyone?\n\nThis… felt different to those times, somehow. It was… believable, at the very least. Time had passed. They had lived their lives. They were both adults now. Maybe the bull truly had matured and moved on. It was a thought that Archer really did want to believe, because it would be an immense weight off his shoulders. \n\nSo many times had he imagined running into the bull again, and played out the horrible beating he thought he would receive in his mind. Zavoc’s smirking face and the echoes of his hooves had haunted his nightmares for years and stalked the waking fringes of his mind. Every time he turned a corner, every time he heard a noise outside, there had always been just a little part of Archer’s mind that thought… Zavoc was back.\n\nNot once had he imagined a reunion would look anything like this.\n\nHe’d hated Zavoc for what the bull had done to him for so long. But, as two mature adults, if they could both move on from what had happened… it would feel amazing to put this behind him, and stop living a life in fear. It sounded too good to be true, but maybe it wasn’t.\n\n“Thanks for saying that, Zavoc”, Archer said, finally. The frown on the coyote’s face relaxed a little bit.\n\nZavoc smiled in response, and shrugged. “Well, it’s true”.\n\nThe coyote felt a tug at his shirt, and looked down to find Finn looking up at him. “What’s happening?” the otter asked quietly, looking confused.\n\nArcher patted the boy’s hair reassuringly. [i]Good question[/i], he thought. “It’s okay, Finn”.\n\n“Look, we should catch up sometime”, Zavoc continued, scratching his hair. “There’s a lot I want to say that isn’t really suited to... you know, standing in the doorway of a cafe”, he chuckled. Archer nodded along and smiled, but his heart skipped a beat when the bull cocked his head and added, “What are you guys doing now?”\n\nArcher didn’t have time to think of an excuse before Finn, having noticed the shift in tone of the adults’ conversation to a much more friendly one, interjected, “We’re gonna go home and play games!”\n\nZavoc grinned in response. “Heh, yeah? Well, I’ve got a ton of games at my place. I just got a Scritch if you wan--”\n\n“Ooh!” Finn exclaimed, bouncing. “[i]Archerrrrrr[/i]”, he whined needily, tugging on the coyote’s shirt.\n\n[i]Damn it[/i]. Archer couldn’t believe his bad luck. Finn really wanted a Scritch, and he was going to get the cub one for his birthday in a couple of months. In the meantime, though, he’d have a hard time convincing the cub to give up the opportunity to play with one. \n\nHe didn’t exactly [i]want [/i]to visit his long-term bully and torturer’s house immediately after meeting him again for the first time in six years, but what could he say? He didn’t have a good excuse for them to leave, and if he made one up, Finn would probably call him out on it so he could go play games. And that would only make things worse. \n\n“[i]Pleeeeaase[/i]”, Finn begged, looking up at him with heart-meltingly sweet green eyes. “Can we go play with the Scritch?”\n\nZavoc chuckled, smiling warmly, and he raised his arms suggestively at Archer.\n\nArcher sighed quietly, and gave a reluctant nod.\n\nMaybe this truly was a chance to mend the wounds in his soul. \n\nMaybe.\n\n\n\n[b][center][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2061180]Art[/url][/center][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 1




“Archer… I want breakfast”, said a young boy’s voice. It had the soft lilt of a boy yet to reach puberty, and it gently tugged Archer, the slim twenty-two year old coyote, out of his slumber.

Archer squinted through his eyelids. Lying on his side in bed, he could see the blurry silhouette of a little boy standing beside him. Backlit by the golden light of dawn filtering through thin cotton curtains, the boy beside his bed had a warm angelic glow. “Let me wake up first, little buddy”, the sandy-furred coyote mumbled. “It’s too... early”. He barely managed to get the words out before his heavy head slumped back into the soft pillow, lingering in that hazy semi-conscious state between sleep and wakefulness, and his eyelids fell shut again under the weight of sleepiness.

“Okay”, the boy said with a tone of disappointment. Archer’s ear twitched at the noise of the gentlest, lightest footsteps leaving his bedside, and he sighed peacefully, ready for sleep to retake him.

Except, he hadn’t been left alone. A moment later, the blanket was suddenly lifted into the air around his feet, and a waft of cool morning air drifted up around his legs. Around his body, he felt the blanket rustle, and the mattress sank down at the foot of the bed. The boy crawled up the bed underneath the blanket, his warm, furry little body pressing against Archer’s foot paws, then legs, then thighs, until it brushed up against his naked crotch.

“Oh... Finn... no”, the coyote mumbled, rolling over onto his back. When he opened his eyes fully he looked down to see the boy-shaped lump underneath the covers wriggling its way up towards his head, and he could feel the slender young body wiggling against his own -- little hands touching him all over as the boy gripped Archer’s naked body to pull himself upwards. As he felt the boy’s warm naked chest and tummy slide against the mound of his sheath, Archer groaned, “Shit…”

His vision began to clear, his heart started to beat faster, and he breathed harder -- his growing arousal wrenching him from his sleepiness. His cock started to emerge from its sheath, and his hardness squished against the soft naked boy on top of him in his bed. He heard a playful giggle underneath his blanket, and small hands started rubbing at his growing canine cock. The coyote let out a low moan and bit his lip at the sudden pleasure.

Archer raised the blanket up with one arm so he could look underneath the covers at the boy pleasuring him. All he could see was the top of the kid’s messy light-blond hair against his own stomach, shuffling around slightly as he worked Archer’s cock. “Finn, what’re you doing?” he said in a gentle tone.

The nine year old otter looked up at him, with a huge and cheeky grin on his adorable boyish face. In the middle of his beige face, which was a lighter shade than the orange-brown fur covering the rest of his body, his deep green eyes sparked with mischief. “Just waking you up so we can have breakfast”, Finn said.

“Ah, jeez”, Archer groaned with guilt. He wore a green wristband on his right wrist that matched the shade of Finn’s eyes, and he moved that hand down to scratch the otter’s hair behind his ear, a sensation the cub always enjoyed. Finn rested his head back against Archer’s fingers, and closed his eyes happily as Archer rubbed his scalp, but he didn’t stop stroking Archer’s dick, which had fully emerged, and started twitching needily in the cub’s hands

Archer grimaced in mental pain. This is so wrong, a part of his mind said. And that part got louder and louder as Finn slid further down the bed until his sweet young face was level with the canine’s cock.

“Nooo, Finn, n-no… You don’t have to…” Archer mumbled, though despite the words coming out of his trembling mouth, he didn’t actually take much action to stop the cub. His voice soon turned to a moan when Finn started licking Archer’s hard dick with his tongue. At that point, Archer stopped saying words and instead murmured mindless, guilty sounds of satisfaction as his stiff cock was taken into the boy’s mouth.
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Beneath his pleasured whimpers, Archer burnt with a feeling of shame. He knew that the moral and proper thing to do right now would be to tell the otter that this was inappropriate, and that he shouldn’t do things like this, and that he should go back to his own bed. He was just a kid, after all, and Archer loved him more than anything. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt or harm Finn in any way.

But it was too late to take back what they’d done together now -- what Archer had done to Finn about a year ago when his urges had gotten the better of his conscience. For better or worse, this was their relationship now. Archer knew he couldn’t just stop now, and take it all back, and pretend none of this had ever happened…

No, he couldn’t. All things he considered, he felt the best thing he could do was try to keep their sexual acts to a minimum. So, he never forced anything on Finn, and only ever did what the boy wanted to. They’d never had anal sex, and he’d never rimmed the kid’s amazing little ass. Nor had Archer ever tried to bring Finn to an orgasm, because he figured the otter was too young for that.

But… they did cuddle and sleep together, sometimes naked… and sometimes, as a result of that, Archer would either jerk himself off, or Finn would rub or suck his cock. And he knew it wasn’t the moral thing to do, but in a way, it felt unavoidable. It was the best way he could think of to maintain Finn’s innocence, while still... satisfying his undeniable desires.
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Clearly, Archer’s efforts hadn’t stopped the kid from using oral sex to get what he wanted. But it was apparent that Finn didn’t really understand what he was doing. To him, this was all just an innocent game. This sort of stuff, getting naked with an adult and touching each other’s bodies, was normal to him. In a way, that made things better. Or, maybe worse. Archer wasn’t quite sure. Either way, his guilty thoughts were soon pushed out of his mind by the feeling of Finn’s warm, wet mouth and curious tongue on his throbbing erection.

“Unnngghh”, the coyote groaned, his body twitching with pleasure as Finn gripped his knot with both paws firmly. The coyote’s dick was slightly smaller than the average size for his species, but it was still an adult cock, and Finn could only take about half of it into his mouth. Still, that was more than enough for the moaning coyote, whose body was starting to quiver with surging pleasure.

Finn must have been able to sense it, as he pulled the coyote’s cock out of his mouth and looked up at the older male with sparkling little eyes. “You close to squirting?” he asked.

“Yeah”, Archer panted.

Finn grinned and crawled up the bed until their waists were level. Then he flipped over so Archer was spooning him, and lifted a leg into the air as he looked up at the coyote expectantly. Archer blushed. He knew what the otter was suggesting, because Finn knew what made the coyote squirt really hard.

Finn’s soft, round, squishy ass cheeks.

The coyote reached down to angle his cock, wet with precum and saliva, between Finn’s legs. Then he pushed his cock forward, sandwiching it between the otter’s warm fuzzy thighs. The cub, in turn, pressed his plump ass back against the coyote’s hips. Archer nibbled his lip. Fuck, it felt so good.

He rested his chin atop Finn’s hair, and moved his paws down the otter’s body, squeezing him close and soaking in the blissful feel of the young, skinny, supple body against his own adult nakedness. With his cock head pressed against Finn’s little fuzzy balls, his shaft enveloped by soft warm fur, and that incredible squishy ass against his hips, the coyote’s cock throbbed hard.

Finn wiggled his ass back and forth, bouncing his jiggly cheeks against Archer’s hips, simulating anal sex despite not having any idea what that was. Even if he didn’t really understand what he was doing, with practice, he’d certainly learnt how to use his body to turn Archer on. And while he giggled playfully, Archer groaned lustfully. With every hump and thrust, the coyote’s cock was stimulated along its entire hot aching length, and the coyote’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fu-uh-uhhh... uggghh”, he groaned, struggling to resist swearing around the young boy, as ironic as that was.

He clutched the boy tightly inside his arms, one paw around Finn’s chest and the other on the otter’s flat tummy, as he humped the area between the cub’s thighs with increasing urgency, the warm crevice quickly becoming damp with precum as the pressure built inside his cock. Closing his eyes and feeling the tightness around every inch of his dick, he could almost imagine that he was fucking the kid. As Archer moaned louder, the otter broke into a laugh. He seemed to find the coyote’s arousal amusing, for some reason, like making Archer squirt was a game, and he was great at it.

Harder and faster, Archer’s paws gripped Finn’s body tightly, and Finn held onto his arms as the kid’s soft butt smacked against his hips, the little cub’s body jolting back and forth as the coyote thrust against him. He lost his mind in the bliss of Finn’s young body, his smell, his warmth, his curves, the way he wiggled his skinny little body around, his perfectly soft and round ass. He was so young and small in the coyote’s arms -- innocent, giggling, and childlike. The badness of it all felt so fucking good.

Grunting desperately, Archer thrust his hips forward against the cub’s cheeks, and his cock emerged from between the otter’s legs just as a stream of his jizz squirted across the sheets. He pulled the kid tight against him and groaned loudly as his cock twitched again, sending another rope on a short journey through the air before splattering across the bed, groaning, “Fffffffffuck!” Finn brought a hand up to his little mouth and cracked out laughing, while Archer just kept groaning, gritting his teeth and holding his breath as pleasure rippled through his tense, twitching body. “Unnnngggh!” As his cock spurted hard, Archer imagined he was loading up Finn’s perfect little ass.

When the bliss ended, Archer’s head flopped back against the pillow, and he let out a long groan of satisfaction. Then he peeked down past his muzzle, and saw Finn looking straight back up at him, a big amused grin on his face.

Archer couldn’t help but smile back, and in that moment he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He pulled the boy close against him in a hug, and leant down to give him a kiss on the forehead.

Finn chuckled with a sense of pride, “You swore. You’re naughty!”

“Heh, yeah, I did”, Archer said, blushing. “Sorry, kiddo”.

“You know what that means”, Finn added, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

Archer smirked and nodded. “Okayyy… fine, whatever you want”.

“Pancakes!” the otter squealed, wiggling his body around with a burst of energetic happiness.

The coyote chuckled. The only thing Finn loved more than video games was food. “Alright, just... give me a minute. I wanna just lie here for a moment”.

“Mmmkay”, Finn said begrudgingly, and he wiggled his head back against Archer’s chest. The coyote sighed with contentment, and rubbed his little lover’s chest and tummy. He couldn’t help but think how the contours of their bodies fitted so nicely together, with Finn’s head against his chest, the arch of the boy’s back flush with his own stomach, and his bubbly butt nestled in Archer’s waist, all with Finn’s tail wrapped around him and pulling them together. They were perfect together. This life he’d somehow fallen into was… perfect.

Deep down, as much as Archer worried about what they did together, he believed he wasn’t hurting the kid. Nestled in Archer’s arms and smiling peacefully with his eyes closed right now, Finn seemed happy, and that was what mattered most to the coyote. He would do anything to nurture and protect him. And he already had. He’d taken Finn into his life and looked after him when the boy had no one else.

After a while, Archer sent Finn off to the shower while he wandered out to the kitchen to make their pancakes, wearing only a pair of briefs and his green wristband. By now, the warm light of dawn had turned more pale as the sun had started to rise. At this angle, the sun was shining straight through the windows, and it made the slender coyote’s sandy fur look almost white in the bright light. As Archer fetched a bowl, milk, eggs, and sugar, he wagged his tail happily, a little smile stuck to his face.

Then he went to grab flour from the pantry and... didn’t find any.

“Damn”, he muttered out loud, pausing to think. Afterwards, he headed to the bathroom and poked his head through the doorway. Finn was bouncing around in the shower under the water, happily humming to himself, probably in anticipation of food.

“Buddy”, Archer called out, “I don’t have ingredients for pancakes”.

Finn spun around. “Whaaaat? Noooooo”, the otter whined in horror, smushing his sad face against the glass shower door.

“Soooo…” Archer continued, “how about I take you to a nice cafe for breakfast?”

Finn’s face lit up again, and he squealed with happiness. “Yayyyy!”

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“And what would you like, sweetie?” the waitress asked, leaning down towards Finn, who sat opposite Archer at the cafe table. The brown-spotted white cow had a permanent smile plastered across her face that seemed to become almost genuine when she looked at the bubbly young otter.

“Pancakes! And-and ice-cream!” Finn grinned, bouncing in his seat.

“Oooh, delicious”, the waitress said, playing along with the boy’s enthusiasm, though she glanced at Archer out of the side of her eyes to see if he approved of letting the boy have something so sweet for breakfast. Of course, that was their deal. Archer nodded, and the waitress scribbled the order down on her notepad. “Won’t be long, boys”, she said, adding a few extra teeth to her grin before she departed, leaving the two secret lovers alone at the table.

The cafe was packed with furs, as per usual for this place. Adjacent to the beach, with a view of the rumbling ocean through its windows, the quality of the food hardly made a difference to its business. Nevertheless, Archer had found the food here to be pretty good at the times he’d actually been able to get a table. Given it was the Saturday morning and a nice sunny day, it was no surprise the place was full of people ready to spend a day at the beach. It was fortunate that Finn had woken Archer up so early, or they likely wouldn’t have been able to get seats.

A number of very attractive furs reclined or wandered around the cafe wearing their beachwear or lack thereof. Some of them, like the bunch of golden retrievers leaning against the window in nothing but shorts, and not-very-discreetly contorting their bodies in uncomfortable yet flattering poses, clearly enjoyed any opportunity to show off their toned, attractive bodies.

Archer didn’t pay the other males much attention. Despite the eye candy and peak physiques all around him, the coyote was far more attracted to Finn. While the otter drank his juice through a straw, Archer watched his boyish face in a mellow daze. Finn made eye contact with his green eyes and shot Archer a cheeky grin under his soft black wet nose and whiskered cheeks. Archer’s heart spun around in happy twirls.

Damn, even while Finn was doing something mundane like drinking a smoothie, he looked so beautiful, sucking his straw in a rhythmic motion… up and down... back and forth... like it was a…

Cock.

Archer’s eyes widened in panic, and he grabbed Finn by the wrist. “Hey! Stop that”, he whispered urgently. Finn stuck his tongue out and giggled naughtily, flopping back in his seat. He clearly had no idea how much trouble a child imitating oral sex on a straw in public could cause.

Archer took a deep breath and glanced at people’s faces around the cafe as casually as he could manage. No one seemed to have notice Finn’s naughty act, but he could never be too careful. Leaning forward over the table, the coyote said in a hushed voice, “It’s our secret, remember?”

Finn shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s funny”. He sat back up without a care and resumed slurping his smoothie, the faintest, naughty little smirk on his face.

Archer groaned internally, reminded why he often felt self-conscious going out in public with Finn. Even when the otter wasn’t being naughty, an adult fur hanging out with a child of a different species was, at its best, highly unusual. And at worst, people might suspect something illegal… the truth.

Of course, given the nature of their relationship, a little paranoia was warranted. Archer and Finn clearly weren’t brothers or family, since they were of different species, and the age difference of twelve years was too large to suggest a regular friendship. In the couple of years since Finn had moved in with him, Archer could remember countless somewhat-concerned glances from strangers, and the back of his mind was always worried that someone would somehow discover what was going on, and he’d end up in jail or worse. In his day to day life, the coyote could explain what had happened to Finn’s parents to his friends and coworkers, but even then, he still had to be vigilant that Finn didn’t let their naughty secret slip.

There had been some close calls. Like when Archer brought Finn along to a friend’s birthday party, and Finn played with the other kids while the adults got drunk. He awoke in sudden terror on his friend’s couch in the morning to find that Finn had tugged the still-half-drunk coyote’s pants down and planted his lips on Archer’s dick, having snuck out of the bedroom to do what he so often did in the privacy of their own home. They needed to have a big talk about secrets after that.

Archer knew what they were doing was a risk, and that he always had to be careful and vigilant that no one discovered the truth. It often weighed on his mind, and the anxiety kept him awake some nights.

But…

When they watched cartoons on the couch at night, Finn snuggled in his arms, Archer gently patting Finn’s soft blond hair, his heart swollen with love, he knew what they had was worth any risk.

And when he wrapped his arms around Finn’s naked little body and grinded his erection against the cub’s fat ass cheeks in bed... it was so fucking worth it.

When the waitress returned with their food, Finn’s face lit up, and he had a mouthful of pancakes and cream before the waitress had even placed the coyote’s plate in front of him. Archer giggled and shook his head as he watched Finn demolish his breakfast with glee.

* * *


“Can we play games when we get home?” Finn asked, tugging on Archer’s hand as they shuffled between beachgoing furs and overworked cafe employees to make their way to the exit.

Archer opened his mouth but didn’t get a chance to reply. With his head down looking at Finn as he turned a corner, he walked straight into a huge fur standing in the doorway.

The coyote stumbled back a step, as he was much shorter and smaller than the other fur, a big dark bull, who had barely budged at all from their collision. “Oof, sorry”, Archer grunted, as realised his muzzle was damp, and he wiped his face with his wrist. He had accidentally planted his face right between the bull’s beefy pecs, who was shirtless and sweaty, likely having just exercised down at the beach.

And then the bull spoke, and Archer’s ears shot up and his fur prickled. “Holy shit…” the terribly deep and masculine voice said with a tone of amusement.

A cold trickle of fear shot down the coyote’s spine as he slowly raised his head to look up at the bull’s face, and instantly, his heart recoiled in his chest like wounded dog in a cage. He quickly swept a protective arm to hide Finn behind him and away from the bull’s attention. “Z-Zavoc?” he stuttered

“You know it, Archer”, the bull said with a smirk. “Jeez, it’s so nice that you haven’t forgotten about me”. His voice was strong and confident, as it always had been, and the thick golden ring through his nose vibrated as he spoke.

Archer gulped. “You’re hard to... forget about”, he said nervously, as a friendly joke, but it was hard to get the words out. It suddenly felt like he didn’t have enough oxygen in his lungs.

“Oh, good”, the bull said in an ominous tone, letting the silence hang in the air between them afterwards.

Archer forced an awkward smile up at the huge bull. All he wanted to do right now was scoop Finn up and bolt out the door. But the bull had crossed his arms and stood in his way, leaning against the door frame. With huge broad shoulders, and a chunky, meaty torso that tapered down towards his waist through row after row after row of bulging abs, Archer was going nowhere without Zavoc’s approval, and there was nothing the slender coyote could do about it.

Zavoc looked down at him, smirking, and Archer took a deep but jittery breath, his stomach doing somersaults. What could he even do? This was just… a nightmare.

“It’s been, what, five years?” the coyote offered to break the silence.

“Six”, Zavoc said bluntly, drumming his thick fingers against a fat bicep. “And… one of those years was mandatory, thanks to you, wasn’t it?”

Fuck. Archer was really hoping the bull had moved on from what happened, but it seemed they were going to go there. The bull bared his teeth in a smile, but Archer sensed anger behind those dark brown eyes. Archer didn’t know how to respond to that without making things worse, so he just laughed nervously. Ugh. He just wanted to hide…

He felt pathetic, tiny and afraid, just like he had six years ago. Six years without seeing each other wasn’t enough. An eternity without seeing the bull who’d made his life a living hell still would have been too short. Now, in the broad shadow of the beast, so many memories stuffed away in the back of his mind came rushing back.

When Archer was fourteen, one of Zavoc’s friends had caught the coyote sucking a leopard off in the school bathroom after class had finished. Of course, to mean macho jocks like Zavoc and his two friends, that was all the justification they needed to make a skinny, shy, sensitive boy like Archer their primary victim. Over the next two years, the three of them bullied Archer every chance they got -- taunting him, calling him names, knocking things out of his hands, stealing his stuff, and worse. They were led by Zavoc, who seemed to gain a great deal of satisfaction by humiliating the poor teen, and together they caused Archer to live in fear -- constantly watching his back, always waiting near the safe eyes of teachers, and peeking his head around corners before walking into open spaces to avoid running into the three mean bullies wherever possible.

His fears were justified. When Zavoc and his friends did catch Archer alone, they left him bruised, bleeding, and crying on the ground, fur covered in dirt, drenched in their piss, humiliated by their laughter.

He felt like little more than a scared kid again as he stood there in the bull’s intimidating presence. If Zavoc hadn’t forgiven Archer, and accepted what had happened when they were sixteen -- when the three bullies finally took it too far, and Archer finally took action -- he knew what the bull’s wrath could look like. And Zavoc had been muscular back then. But now he was... truly scary.

Painfully aware of how awkward he sounded, Archer tried to steer the conversation in a friendly direction. “So, you’re, uhh, looking... good”.

“I know”, the bull said, not missing a beat. Then he gave a slow shrug. “Wish I could say the same about you. You look just as wimpy as ever”. Zavoc smirked, still staring at the smaller coyote with dark derisive eyes.

“Don’t be mean!” a little voice said.

Archer just about had a heart attack when Finn stepped out from behind him. He tried to grab the otter by the shoulder and pull him back, but the cub slunk out of his grasp.

Zavoc grunted in confusion with raised eyebrows, looking down his nose at the tiny otter no taller than his waist. “You’re a jerk!” Finn added, his little hands curled up in fists, his face scrunched up in a furious expression.

“Finn! Be quiet” Archer hissed. His fearless little lover had no idea who he was dealing with. Fuck, Archer had a dreadful sinking feeling deep in his gut. Not again. Not again.

The bull laughed. “I just call it how it is, kiddo”. He glanced at Archer while gesturing a dark brown hand down towards Finn. “Who the fuck is this?”

Archer placed his hands around Finn’s shoulders and pulled him back a couple of steps close to himself, before frowning. He didn’t exactly want to tell his old bully about his personal life, but he couldn’t imagine coming up with any other credible explanations on the spot. “This is Finn. I… adopted him when his parents passed away”, he said hesitantly.

“Well shit. That’s horrible…” The bull unfolded his arms and squatted down to look at the angry little otter, and he said quietly to the boy, “You know, you’re never going to learn how to be a proper man from Archer”.

Archer pulled the otter close against his body and said in a hushed voice, “Finn, it’s okay, don’t--”.

But the otter exploded. “Archer’s nice! He looks after me! He loves me!” Finn yelled, staring the bull straight in the eyes with determination. “He was there for me when nobody else was! So... screw you!”

Zavoc blinked away the verbal assault in silence, with an amused look growing across his face as the young boy yelled at him. Meanwhile, the fearful coyote felt like he was going to vomit. Last time he yelled at Zavoc, and the bull had kicked him so hard in the balls he hadn’t been able to sit up straight for a week. In their corner of the cafe, Archer could feel the concerned glances of nearby diners fall upon them.

When the otter stopped to breathe, Zavoc burst out laughing. “Hahaha, I like this kid! He’s got more balls than you!” the bull said to Archer, throwing his head back and flopping his heavy body against the doorframe as he laughed out loud. He eventually sighed out his entertainment, and his dark eyes came to rest on the coyote.

Archer grimaced, standing still, bracing himself for whatever twisted kind of suffering was about to befall him and his lover.

“Jesus, Archer, relax!” Zavoc said, giving the coyote’s arm a surprisingly gentle punch. “You don’t think I’m serious, do you? I’m just fucking with you!”

After a few seconds pause, the coyote laughed nervously, cautiously. “What?”

Zavoc’s entire expression shifted, and he shook his head, smiling. “I mean it, dude. I’m just being an idiot… C’mon, you really think after all this time I’d hold a stupid grudge like that? I was…” He looked down at the floor, with a heaviness to his shoulders. “Ugh, Archer. You know, I was a really impulsive kid. I did shit without thinking”. His eyes returned to Archer, the dark orbs softer than before. “But I’m not a kid anymore. And thank God for that, right? I was pretty stupid”, he chuckled, offering the coyote an apologetic smile.

It looked... actually... kind of... almost… sincere?

Archer blinked a few times. He was genuinely shocked. He opened his mouth but he didn’t know what to say.

Noticing Archer’s doubt, the bull gestured a hand towards him and continued. “And you -- look at you. You’re looking after a kid. An orphan. Fuck, that’s really admirable, dude. You’re a good guy, Archer”.

Archer’s mind slowly ticked over what the bull was saying. Zavoc being nice? His brain didn’t know how to process it. Was it all a trick? Like when Zavoc would offer to shake his hand in school to make peace, only to then shove Archer’s hand down his pants, laugh in his face, and ask him if his big bull cock turned the faggot on in front of everyone?

This… felt different to those times, somehow. It was… believable, at the very least. Time had passed. They had lived their lives. They were both adults now. Maybe the bull truly had matured and moved on. It was a thought that Archer really did want to believe, because it would be an immense weight off his shoulders.

So many times had he imagined running into the bull again, and played out the horrible beating he thought he would receive in his mind. Zavoc’s smirking face and the echoes of his hooves had haunted his nightmares for years and stalked the waking fringes of his mind. Every time he turned a corner, every time he heard a noise outside, there had always been just a little part of Archer’s mind that thought… Zavoc was back.

Not once had he imagined a reunion would look anything like this.

He’d hated Zavoc for what the bull had done to him for so long. But, as two mature adults, if they could both move on from what had happened… it would feel amazing to put this behind him, and stop living a life in fear. It sounded too good to be true, but maybe it wasn’t.

“Thanks for saying that, Zavoc”, Archer said, finally. The frown on the coyote’s face relaxed a little bit.

Zavoc smiled in response, and shrugged. “Well, it’s true”.

The coyote felt a tug at his shirt, and looked down to find Finn looking up at him. “What’s happening?” the otter asked quietly, looking confused.

Archer patted the boy’s hair reassuringly. Good question, he thought. “It’s okay, Finn”.

“Look, we should catch up sometime”, Zavoc continued, scratching his hair. “There’s a lot I want to say that isn’t really suited to... you know, standing in the doorway of a cafe”, he chuckled. Archer nodded along and smiled, but his heart skipped a beat when the bull cocked his head and added, “What are you guys doing now?”

Archer didn’t have time to think of an excuse before Finn, having noticed the shift in tone of the adults’ conversation to a much more friendly one, interjected, “We’re gonna go home and play games!”

Zavoc grinned in response. “Heh, yeah? Well, I’ve got a ton of games at my place. I just got a Scritch if you wan--”

“Ooh!” Finn exclaimed, bouncing. “Archerrrrrr”, he whined needily, tugging on the coyote’s shirt.

Damn it. Archer couldn’t believe his bad luck. Finn really wanted a Scritch, and he was going to get the cub one for his birthday in a couple of months. In the meantime, though, he’d have a hard time convincing the cub to give up the opportunity to play with one.

He didn’t exactly want to visit his long-term bully and torturer’s house immediately after meeting him again for the first time in six years, but what could he say? He didn’t have a good excuse for them to leave, and if he made one up, Finn would probably call him out on it so he could go play games. And that would only make things worse.

“Pleeeeaase”, Finn begged, looking up at him with heart-meltingly sweet green eyes. “Can we go play with the Scritch?”

Zavoc chuckled, smiling warmly, and he raised his arms suggestively at Archer.

Archer sighed quietly, and gave a reluctant nod.

Maybe this truly was a chance to mend the wounds in his soul.

Maybe.



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