Buns

As I recall events from the past, please remember my position.  For the most part, I feel as though I am quiet; I am gentle mannered and kind.  I do not believe that I caused the unfortunate events to take place, nor do I excuse my actions, but I do not think they were irrational.  I am in no way responsible for the plight of that poor creature.  Rather, I was provoked and defended myself against his crude advances and disgusting actions.  How long was I tormented by him?  I don't remember for sure, and although we shared a special bond, there is no excuse for his uncivilized behavior. 

Oh how I missed him so.  Separated for two weeks, I could not stand to be apart from him.  I longed for his warmth and the comfort of his heartbeat next to mine, but I knew what was done was best or I would lash out, and attack him again.  I'm still nursing the wound above my left eye, as he is nursing the multiple lacerations which were inflicted upon him as we fought and rolled against the floor of our living quarters. 

I remember the day we met.  Shaking and fragile he was placed into my home and under my care.  He was so small, he was assumed to be female, and because of him I lost my manly pride and those precious parts that are held so dear by men of any species.  How quickly it became obvious that “she” was a “he” and not nearly as frightened as everyone thought.

Now, I always considered myself to be regal and full of pride (even after my manhood was cut from me), and while others may think I am fat, or slow, I see myself as being only as I wish to be.  My fur being longer and softer than most, I was bred to be groomed, admired, and left to do as I please in my spare time.  What a shock it was for me to be not only introduced, but forced to live with a creature of lesser stature.  Obviously there was some mistake.  How could anyone believe that this animal, bread for livestock and grey in color, was meant to live indoors?

As time went by, I became accustomed to his presence.  I no longer scurried away when he huddled for warmth beneath my long, lustrous ears, but was grateful that I had a companion to share those long, rainy nights.  We spent many hours quietly enjoying hay and grooming each other and, for a while, we were the best of friends.  I would search for what seemed like hours whenever he was taken from me, and we would rejoice together when he returned, but almost as soon as he came into my life, our relationship turned sour.

How horrible it was to be humped in the face.  At first, I didn't know what to think.  In fact, often I tried not to think about it at all, but the sheer frequency of his advances would not let me escape the thought. For the longest time, I did nothing as I was assaulted and degraded, but eventually I realized that something had to be done.  I never really formulated a plan; what happened came from an explosion deep inside of me and was the culmination of weeks of humiliation. 

Quickly, I spun out from under him and struck!  Before I knew what I was doing we had become a monster cyclone--- a violently spinning, rabbit-vortex of doom and terror.  I’d never felt more exhilarated in my life.  We flipped through the air, clashing and flailing our limbs as we met mid flight.  His ears twitched as his claws ripped through me but I got him back more than once as we whirled into the sides of our pen.
 
Suddenly we stopped.  We became as still as statues, listening--- our ears, acting as tiny satellite dishes, picked up even the slightest sounds.  Somebody was coming up the stairs.  Quickly we were separated by plastic fencing.  I thought it would only be temporary but soon hours and days had gone by and still we were apart.  It was a cruel idea; we occupied the same space, but could not interact.  Weeks went by until he was finally taken from me.  He was scooped from his hide-box early one morning in a manner that seemed frighteningly familiar.  I knew what they were going to do to him.  Never would I have wanted it to happen like this, but it happened to me on account of him, and it seemed only fitting that it happened to him as well.

I do not believe that by defending myself I brought this upon him, but instead he brought this upon himself.  Can I not relish just for a moment knowing he's getting what he deserves?  I am still awaiting his return.  I know he will be better for what happened.  We both will be.