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You leave your phone in your locker for gym. You don't really like gym that much but it isn't like it is hard, well except running. Even with the best sports bra you can get running has been an awkward affair since you turned 11 when your milkers started to come in, causing your center of gravity to be very high and bouncing around randomly. Every time you run it reminds you why there are so few bunnies with breasts like yours, in the wild they would have gotten...

Someone catches you, you hadn't even realized that you had tripped again during your run but a random bounce took you off your feet, not helped by the fact that you have that hoppy bunny run. You look up to see Daryl, a distant cousin of yours, nearly twice your size with his shaggy hair the lop holds you copping a feel "You ok there Mrs Rabbit?" he has been chiding you about your name since you were kids knowing that it drives you crazy "um... thanks Daryl you can let me go now..." he smirks "No kis for your rescuer?" he leans in trying to kiss you.

((note for other writers, this would be a good place for a branch as I am setting up something I don't really plan to pay off))