Mr Bunny?

“What a cute little bunny! Are you the cutest bunny in the world? Are you a little fluff ball? Is Mr Bunny a fluffy little ball of fluff? Yes you are!” The woman reached for me and even though I hated her for calling me cute, I didn’t move and let her pick me up. What was it with calling me cute? Was it the only fucking thing humans could think of when they saw a bunny? How about my strong back legs? I would like to see humans try to get the same strength in their tiny meet skewers they used for walking on. Had they newer heard of ‘screwing like a bunny’? Why not praise that trait? No. It was always about how cute I am. Fuck that. I’m a demigod. I’m one of the beings keeping the world spinning and on top of that, I hand out candy to children all over the world. I’m always in the top three of kids’ favorite demigods each year, have been for centuries. Only Santa is consistently higher in rank than me, but that’s because the fucker has hired his own PR-department. Show off. I’m the freaking Easter Bunny, but do I get credit for that? No! It’s always about the fluff. If it weren’t for the kids liking my fur, I would shave it all off.

“Have you hurt your little paw, Mr Rabbit?” the woman asked as she gently held me in her arms. She was pressing me into her breasts. It was a nice turn of events and I let her examine my front paw without squirming. My paw was hurt. The woman made soft, cooing sounds. I relaxed in her arms. I was still not happy about her calling me cute, but it was nice being cradled into her soft breasts. She was wearing a cashmere sweater in soft blue and I liked it.

“You will come home with me, Mr Rabbit. I will clean your paw, give you some tasty hay and make sure you get some rest away from the mean foxes. When you feel better, I will take you back to the park and release you.” For all the fussy bunny slippers in the world, I had ended up in the care of a sunshine and rainbows kind of woman. I was as far away from rainbows and unicorns as I could get. I thought about what to do as she walked off with me in her arms. I could probably break free and run off, well, hobble off, but I was hurt. For now I was as defenceless as an actual bunny. It couldn’t hurt to stay for the night. Tomorrow I would escape and get back to my planned schedule.

“This is us,” the woman said as she stepped into an apartment building and took the stairs to the second floor. ‘Katie Mayers’ was written on the door the woman unlocked. Katie stepped into her apartment with me. It was a nice, sunny apartment decorated in soft pastels. I liked it. “You have been such a good bunny. Do you know I’m just going to help you? Are you such a clever, fuzzy, bunny?” she cooed. I rolled my eyes so hard they almost dislodged from their sockets. She walked around the apartment, collecting things. As she did, she talked to me. Mostly nonsense, but there were bits where she talked about her day. I found it soothing and was almost lulled to sleep as she sat down on the couch and put the things she had collected on the coffee table. She took a grip on my injured paw and I froze.

“Don’t be scared, Mr Bunny.” Yeah, I wasn’t scared, but when someone grabs a part of you that hurt, you will tense up. She cleaned the paw and then she took out a shaver. I was just kidding about wanting to shave off my fur and started yanking on my paw. I did not want to be a naked bunny! “Sit still, or I may end up hurting you. You were such a good bunny just a minute ago. I promise it won’t take long. I just need to shave the area around the wound,” she said. I calmed down a bit. She wasn’t going to shave me naked? Reluctantly I stilled and let her continues. She shaved most of my paw and looked at the wound. She hummed and washed it again and patted it dry. It stung a little, but I was the Easter Bunny, I could take it. She had a bottle with a liquid that smelled awful. It made my nose twitch and eyes water. She dipped a Q-Tip in the liquid and then dabbed my injury with the Q-Tip. It stung like hell, but I took it.

“You are being such a good bunny! When we are done, I’m going to go and buy you some juicy hay and some treats,” she told me as she wrapped my paw in bright purple bandages. She looked at me. “Are you going to pee on my carpet? Do I need to lock you in the bathroom?” The nerve of this woman! First calling me cute and then assuming I would pee on her carpet! Who did she think I was? “Better safe than sorry,” she concluded and took me into the bathroom, turned the light on and then put me on the floor and quickly exited the room and closed the door.