You had them paws behind your head, undies slapped on, Back on bed. Life was good, why? You didn’t have a shock-collar on! But better than that? You were a barbed lion, now- what is a barbed lion? A type of aggressive male trait involving a long tail with a firm, hooked end Used for grappling with other, larger males. Expect… there basically weren’t any larger males because you were 6’5.

*Knock, knock, knock… somebody was knocking at the door, an eye roll was something to be enticed in a moment like this… slinging yourself back to your feet and coiling your whip of a tail so you don’t knock anything over, your undies felt tight for some reason (gee maybe cuz’ they’re compression?)

Walking up to the door with a rugged grace you grasp forth the door-knob and swing the door open with an awful creak of the hinges, your rather… rough exterior made the bunny at the door raise their eyebrows. Clearing their throat they comment-

“Mr.Juarez? Could you please come with me to the office?”

Gee… she sounded rather sure of herself despite you basically being 6’7.