Fuck no!

As he approaches you jerk and intentionally throw yourself on the ground to avoid kissing him. The football coach that runs your gym class comes by and you wave him off, the giant hyena just nods as you get to your feet and dust yourself off. One would think from their response they didn't want to have anything to do with what was going on but say "Rabbit, hit the showers and work on some ballance and yoga drills for next class. Lop take a lap before I smack the shit out of you" The low gruff voice of your gym coach brooking no argument you scurry into the showers as Darly sighs starting up his running again.

As you are getting out of the shower you hear your phone buzz noticing that you have several texts and a picture, Larry with the big sweaters he always wears off, his muscles showing so clearly through his fur that you would think he was a sphinx not a lion, the curve of his pelvis (cum gutters?) pointing toward under his pants with a distinct lump there.

You chew your lip the top bucktooth scraping against your lip as you text back "we should go out again... soon"