You grew up in an anthro city. Initially, it sucked. But...as time went on, it got...easier. You met Grant at a really young age, and you two became fast friends. By middle school, you two were inseparable, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He was a bit...slow, but that was fine. He had confidence in himself, and that's all that mattered.

High school came pretty quickly for you guys, and life didn't really change. Grant started focusing more on football, and even got a job as a mover for a moving company. The bullying was pretty mild now, as you basically had your own bodyguard. And, despite his rather goofy way of acting, no one picked on Grant. The dog was over 7 foot 5 inches, and weighed 551 pounds of muscle and fat. You had to be as dumb as him, or suicidal to want to pick on him. Yet, despite everything, kids still picked on you.

Some beefy otter was bugging you at your locker, constantly closing it and mocking you. Eventually, Grant came over, and just watched the smaller otter man. Eventually, he spoke up.

...hi. He said, making the otter jump. At first, he was about to beat the crap out Grant, but that was before he saw his size. Please don't bully my friend. He doesn't like it very much. He says, trying to be polite. The otter nods, then quickly runs off, nearly pissing himself. Grant looks at you, then waves, flashing you a goofy smile.

Hi there! He says. You greet him back. His tail is wagging a lot. Trixie told me what was happening. I'm glad you're okay! He says, smiling. Trixie was one of the kids in his SPED class. She was nice, albeit a bit...bubbly. Wanna hang out after school? Dad is getting pizza for dinner! He says, enthusiastically. You agree. He smiles widely, then hugs you. Yay! Pizza with my friend!