Sagging Y-fronts

"What's so funny?" Professor X asked, his voice rising. "STOP LAUGHING!!"

Seraphina smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Didn't I tell you? I have a condition. A medical condition that makes me laugh at idiots... and the dumb shit they do."

Professor X's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he stared at them with unsettling calm. His voice was deliberate, each word dripping with quiet menace.

"You all remember how I always tell you that you can achieve anything in life, right? That nothing's impossible if you set your mind to it?"

A long pause stretched between them, as though he relished the moment. His lips curled into a cruel smile, and he leaned in slightly, his words sharp and unforgiving.

"Well, that was a lie. You won't amount to anything. You never will. Only a select few of the elite ever get anywhere in life."

The silence lingered, thick with the weight of his revelation.

Mila snorted, bursting into laughter. "A full-time Discord chat mod?! You're quitting a stable, well-paying job... for that?" She wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Seraphina gasped dramatically, her eyes wide with mock horror. "What, are you gonna become one of those smelly Discord mods? Stuck living in your mum's attic, surrounded by empty Mountain Dew cans and Doritos crumbs, with nothing but your screen and your pathetic little power trip to keep you company?!"

Professor X didn't flinch. His gaze sharpened as he leaned in, his voice laced with something unhinged. "What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?" His lips curled into a wicked grin.

The Sparkle Bunnies whispered to each other, "Who abandoned him? What's he even talking about? Does he mean a dog that ran away after he tried to grope its private parts one too many times?"

"I'll tell you what you get—" Professor X's voice rose, vibrating with manic energy. "You get what you fucking deserve!"

Kandi snorted, rolling her eyes. "Ooo... so scary," she said, wiggling her fingers mockingly. "What do we 'deserve,' huh, Mr. Scary?"

"I now possess the power! To mute and ban anyone I desire," he announced, puffing out his chest. "If I want someone gone, I simply click a button and… poof… they're erased from existence."

Mila raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "We're not even on your furry-weirdo server, so good luck with that. You can't do shit to us!"

Seraphina chuckled, shaking her head. "What a fucking idiot."

All the Sparkle Bunnies exchanged looks and shook their heads at the absurdity. Luna snickered softly before whispering to the others, "I really hope... this isn't some villain origin story…"

Lia wanted to be more understanding of where "Professor X" was coming from (not literally—she already knew he came from his D), but as the thought crossed her mind, Lia Bunny grew worried he might unleash his wrath on her. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Professor X... PX... Mr. Xcey... Uhm... but you studied all those years to get your degrees, went through sleepless nights, the pressure of constant exams, the endless research, and all those years of teaching assistant jobs—just to end up in an academy... a place where you're supposed to inspire and lead... and now you're quitting all that for... this... Discord mod gig?"

Professor X sneered, "The degree? I just bought it from the eBay auction website, so, I don't give two shits about it."

Luna mumbled, "What about three?"

Professor X, oblivious, ploughed on, his voice growing more intense. "Society abandoned me! All you idiots relying on Google for your info, thinking AI bots are better teachers than us! I see these Generation Z YouTubers making guides on how to learn absolutely anything, acting like they know more than me… on any given subject... and when I see that, how do you think that makes me feel?"

Seraphina blinked and said, "Umm... horny?"

Professor X's eyes narrowed, his frustration palpable as he pushed through her mocking. "Do you get it now? Do you understand how fucking useless we've become? All those years of training, those sleepless nights, all that fucking research... it's nothing now. Every idiot thinks they can learn it all from a five-minute YouTube video. Teachers... hell, fucking professionals in general... are becoming obsolete. We're just..." He threw his hands up in disgust, his voice thick with bitterness. "We're just a fucking relic. Nobody needs us anymore."

Ava asked, "But how will you make money from Discord as a mod?"

Professor X said, "From mining Bitcoin on the server I'm a mod for. I found a YouTube video on how to do it."

Ava sighed. "Of course you did."

Seraphina said, "Maybe stop being such a shit professor... teacher, or whatever you are, and step up your game?"

He snapped, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is what I think of all of you and your opinions." With a cold, deliberate motion, he unbuckled his belt, his hand hovering near his side as if searching for something—every movement calculated, the air thick with anticipation.

The bunny girls froze in terror, their hearts racing as the realisation hit them. "Oh no... the professor's gonna cause an academy shooting," one of them whispered in horror, her voice shaking as she grabbed her friends' arms, panic spreading across their faces. They looked around wildly, desperate to make sense of the situation.

But instead, he yanked down his trousers, exposing his oversized, sagging Y-fronts that resembled a worn-out diaper. He turned around and mooned all the girls, flashing his pale, unkempt buttocks at them. His hips wiggled in exaggerated motions.

"Ewww!!" Seraphina yelped, recoiling in disgust.

"Disgusting, dude," Mila groaned.

Kandi wrinkled her nose, "That's one hairy-ass crack."

"I bet all sorts of things are lost up there... maybe a rat or something," Seraphina added with a smirk.

Mila scoffed, "Look at all those pimples and... creases!"

Kandi grimaced, her voice dripping with disgust, "Bruh, you even wipe?"

"I can practically smell that thing from here," Seraphina shuddered.

The Sparkle Bunnies mutter under their breaths, "Please tell us we won't be scarred for life after seeing that..."

Seraphina looked at the sight and scoffed, "His balls are so saggy... it's like they just gave up on life... pretty much like the person they're attached to."

Professor X suddenly lets out a thunderous fart, the kind that sounds like a deflating balloon. To everyone's horror—and surprise—tiny bits of poop shoot out of his backside, scattering like confetti in all directions. It lands with a sickening plop on the girls, who yelp and scramble to avoid the unexpected projectile mess. The smell quickly follows, hitting them like a wave of pure disaster. It's a moment of sheer chaos, and it's absolutely impossible to ignore.

Seraphina recoiled, her face scrunching in disgust. "What the actual fuck?!" she screamed, wiping at her face in a futile attempt to avoid the foul mess. Her eyes watered as the smell hit her full force. "Are you kidding me, Professor X?!"

Mila gagged, her hands instinctively covering her nose. "That's it. I'm done. I can't... I can't even deal with this!" She stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she tried to get away from the chaos.

Kandi squealed, her hands flailing as she shielded herself from the splattering bits of poop. "Eww! That's it; I'm burning everything I'm wearing!" She looked down at her clothes, horrified by the mess.

Sparkle Bunnies, who had been standing off to the side, covered their faces and muttered in unison, "I did not sign up for this kind of horror..."

Seraphina growled, her eyes narrowing as her fists clenched in fury, wiping away the poop that had landed on her face. "That's it! I've had enough of your shit, you pathetic dickhead!" She paced a few steps, her voice dripping with anger. "You've really fucked up now, you sorry excuse for a professor. You stupid little prick!" With a swift movement, she lunged forward, her leg shooting out to land a hard kick squarely on Professor X's squatting backside. The force of the blow sent him lurching forward, and she felt half a dozen of the pimples on his butt burst open as she kicked him. His arms flailed as he toppled, his hands slamming into the ground in a desperate attempt to catch himself. His face scrunched up in pain, and his body jerked with the impact.

"And stay on the ground where you belong!" She snarled, glaring down at him with disdain.

Professor X couldn't stop laughing, the sound jagged and unsettling, like the cackling of a man who had completely lost control. Saliva dripped from his mouth and nostrils, his expression twisted into something half-crazy, half-delirious. He struggled to push himself up from the ground, his hands shaking as he pulled at the floor, every movement jerky and uncoordinated. His back arched as he grinned, a wild, manic gleam in his eyes, like he had just won some twisted victory. With a grunt, he managed to stagger to his feet, wobbling for a moment, still unsteady from the kick.

He yanked up his pants, his body still twitching with erratic energy, and then the dance began. It was grotesque—spasmodic, almost as if he were mocking everyone around him. He jerked and shimmied down the corridor, shouting more obscenities, his voice ragged and harsh, aimed at anyone in sight.

The students backed away, their faces a mix of disgust and disbelief. This was his last day, and he wasn't going out with just a deflating fart. Oh no. He wasn't done yet. Pro X threw his head back, his laughter rising to a fever pitch, as he grinned—wide, manic.

"Today..." he spat out, barely able to form words, "I'm ending it with a bang. A real... trumpet..