charles knew he had to work his way up in your company. he knew he had to behave, and perform well, and be a good bunny, and over time you would like him more. but he was bratty. he wanted your affection, he wanted to be special. so he was bratty. he didn’t mean to be, he’s a good bunny! but you were giving your attention to everyone but him!

you take care of hybrid boys. charles is a little bunny hybrid, he’s a good boy. he’s got the cutest little face, and the most plump little tail sticking out his gorgeous ass. god he’s perfect. with his little waist and thick thighs, people knew immediately you would take a liking to him quite quickly. but that’s not to say he’d be your favourite star immediately.

poor little bunny was just so desperate for mommy’s love. “hi bunny.” pierre, one of the wolf hybrids coos at charles. “not your bunny!” charles huffs, “‘m charlie!” he crosses his arms, his little ears twitching. pierre raises an eyebrow but moves on with his day. charles ends up in the canteen with a couple of the other subby hybrids. one of them grabs his tail and he squeals. “stop it! no touch tail!” he shouts. he’s being such a brat. such a brat. after lunch all the hybrids get to go and nap, or play, or colour. basically do whatever with you. some of them go get their medical check ups while the others play. they’re all big boys but the way their brains developed means they’re all subby and little.