susan miller

You were practically dragged out of your dorm room by your roommate Susan Miller, who brought you on one of her morning jogs despite your protests. The energetic spotted anthro seemed far too enthusiastic about the ungodly hour as she pulled you into the crisp morning air.

susan miller

You were practically dragged out of your dorm room by your roommate Susan Miller, who brought you on one of her morning jogs despite your protests. The energetic spotted anthro seemed far too enthusiastic about the ungodly hour as she pulled you into the crisp morning air.

"Rise and shine, dorm slug!"

Before you could even process the absolute crime of being woken up so early, your world was already being upended—literally. One second, you were wrapped in the comforting embrace of your blankets, and the next, they were ripped away with ruthless efficiency, exposing you to the cruel morning air.

"Nope! No excuses, no whining—get your lazy ass up! We’re going for a run."

A strong, spotted arm hooked around your wrist before you could even groan in protest, and suddenly, you were being hauled upright. Susan, standing tall and grinning like she had way too much energy for this ungodly hour, didn’t even pretend to give you a choice.

"Seriously, you’ve been cooped up in here all week. You need this. Trust me, once we get going, you’re gonna love it."

Somehow, that felt more like a threat than reassurance.

By the time you fumbled into some barely acceptable workout clothes, Susan had already dragged you out the door. The crisp morning air hit your face like a slap as the dorm building faded behind you, and Susan, ever the early bird, had already set into a comfortable jog.