Chairs
#20 of Bunny Games
Bunny day 2019. Written 2019.
Fran watched the two rabbits sitting on the bench across the patio making out. They kissed and touched and stared at each other as if nothing else existed in the world. She could remember when she was like that. She had mixed whiskers with a couple bucks before she decided on her husband, of course she mixed more than whiskers with him. They had made seven lovely bunnies before her body gave out and they had all grown to have many lovely bunnies of their own. She was happy and proud of her life, but thinking about it only reminded her of three months ago, when the car crash had taken the life of her husband and the use of her legs.
She heard the creak of another wheelchair and turned to see a now familiar old rabbit. He always seemed to show up when she was feeling the most broken.
"Good afternoon, Fran. Enjoying the sunlight?"
"Hello, Bert." She couldn't think of anything to say and didn't want to look at him and give away her emotions.
He followed her gaze and smiled, "or are you enjoying the show that young couple over there is giving? That could stir up some old embers. How far do you think they'll go before they leave for someplace private?"
She knew he was trying to cheer her up, but thinking about what she would never have again only fed her sadness.
"I saw a couple young buns once that got so wrapped up in each other they didn't even bother to leave. She just pushed him over and climbed on top of him. She had a dress on, so I couldn't see anything, but I watched as she reached between them to put everything in place, then they were kissing like they needed each other to breathe while her tail flickered like a wildfire. I was surprised that nobody paid them any mind. Well, other than me, but I was having my own issues. Oh, look at that, she put her leg over his. This could be another good show."
The young buck stood up suddenly, pulling the doe to her feet and they hurried across the patio. Fran fought down her embarrassment for watching them and avoided making eye contact, watching their feet as they passed, but the old rabbit chuckled salaciously, then put his paw on hers.
"Do you think they'll find someplace to do it here or wimp out? I'd love to be a fly on that wall. Heck, I'd love to be him again; spreading my seed to every doe I could."
She looked at her paw as he squeezed and rubbed it suggestively.
"You know, I've got more than sixty kids and more than that in Grand kids; there's bunnies of mine four generations down. I remember all their conceptions and those does are still happy to see me when they do. Why don't we go see if we can find those young lovers to finish the show." He picked up her paw and stroked the pad and fingers. "Maybe they could use some help."
She slowly looked up at the old rabbit as she remembered when her husband would start with her paws, then massage her whole body before they made love. It made those times feel so much more intimate. But this was not her husband. This greyed rabbit was nearly twice her age and she was only half a rabbit now. She couldn't give him what he wanted even if she wanted him. She put her other paw on his and tried to hold them still as she thought how to dissuade him. "I think I need to lie down."
He smiled and pulled his paws out to capture hers for a moment. "I'll take you back to your room."
"That's not necessary."
"I insist." He patted her paws with another smile then rolled his chair back onto the path. He pulled her chair back, in front of his then started pushing her slowly toward the building. The doors opened at the push of a button and they continued in, past the reception desk with a smile and down the hall to stop at the nurse's station. "Now there's a familiar face, or should I say tail, since your face was busy."
The young rabbit gasped as he groped her tail and grunted as she maintained her professional composure, "Bert, you know you're not supposed to touch people without their permission."
"There was a whole lot of permission happening on the patio. Where'd your friend go, Anise? We were hoping for more of the show."
Fran covered her face, not wanting to be associated with the crude old rabbit.
"There is no show. You should go back to your room, Bert."
"I'm taking Fran to her room."
"I'll call an orderly to take her" she picked up the phone.
"I've got it. Don't worry about us." He started pushing her down the hall again.
Fran fought back thoughts of hopelessness and worthlessness as the old rabbit pushed her back to her room in a rehab facility she may never leave.
"You wanna get the door?"
She mindlessly opened the door to her room and he pushed her inside, closing the door behind them before pushing her to her bed and turning her around to face him.
"You ready?" Bert stood up slowly with a grin. "I keep myself in shape, strong legs are important."
She wasn't sure if his bragging was intended to mock her, but that was the effect. When he leaned over and lifted her to her feet, she started to object, but realized how pointless it was. She no longer had any control over her life, not even her own body. He held her body against his as he slowly turned to the bed. He repositioned his arms, but she couldn't feel his paws holding her butt. She gasped in surprise as he lifted her higher, then leaned over to lay her on her bed. He didn't get back up right away and she wondered if he had hurt himself lifting her.
Bert pushed himself up and smiled at her, letting his whiskers brush hers, pleased that she wasn't objecting as he pushed her pants down. He slid off the bed, taking them with him.
Fran stared at the ceiling, glad he was off her. He quickly reappeared, pushing her legs up and she noticed her pants were gone. "What are you doing?"
He held her feet against his chest and pushed her knees into hers. "Finishing the show and making more bunnies."
She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy; she wished she could still use her legs. She screamed inside her head, but couldn't catch her breath. She could feel him trying to...
She could feel him.
Suddenly he was gone and there was a loud crash. She stared at the ceiling for a moment as she caught her breath, then pushed herself up as three rabbits rushed into the room. She sat up to see her overturned wheelchair on top of Bert.
"What happened?" Anise looked to Fran, but received no response. "Check on Bert, I'll take care of her. Fran, what happened?" She stepped in front of the stunned doe to block her view.
She looked into the eyes of the concerned rabbit in front of her and tried to accept the words that described it. "He tried to..."
"You're okay now, but what happened?"
She pushed out more words, making it more real. "I kicked him off."
Anise was surprised, "With your legs?"
It seemed a silly question, of course with her legs. Her legs? Her legs! "I kicked him!" She lifted her leg and wiggled her foot, trying not to laugh in excitement. Her whole world came rushing back. She grabbed Anise's shoulders, smiling excitedly, and slid off the bed.
"Whoa, let's not rush things." Anise caught the unsteady rabbit and helped her get her balance. "It's wonderful that you can use your legs, but let's deal with right now first.
There was a clatter as one of the orderlies righted her chair and went back to disentangling Bert. They laid him out on his back and she could see the limp thing he was trying to violate her with, but he had no balls.
"Let's sit you down in your chair and I'll help you put your pants back on." Anise slowly guided her to her chair and closer to Bert.
"Wait, I want to do something first." Fran lifted her right leg, shakily balancing on her left. As she moved it, she lost her balance.
Anise jumped and caught the falling rabbit, but not before Fran's right foot landed with her full weight on Bert's crotch.