Regina brushed a loving finger along Mario's face, stroking his cheek in
that special, tender way only she could. If only somehow he could just tell her
the depth of his love for her, the magnitude of his emotions... But somehow, he
could never seem to find the right way to say it.
"You're so cute," she said, as she often said to him. But what did it
mean? Was she telling him that he was just another cute face to her and nothing
more? Or for all he really knew, maybe she was saying in the only way she could
that she loved him.
He buried his face in her hair - her long, flowing honey-blond hair.
The smell of it drove him wild as he pressed a hand into her shoulder and his
lips against her neck. She giggled - a light, airy sound that until recently
hadn't meant nearly so much to Mario. The way he knew he was in some way making
her happy. If only she'd let him make her truly happy, he knew without really
understanding how that together, they could make each other feel complete. As
his passion built up slowly and she didn't resist his advances, the overwhelming
emotion drove him to start nibbling her ears, giving rise to still more of that
beautiful laughter of hers as he attempted to lose himself in her.
Then, without quite meaning to he nibbled a little too hard as she
pulled away with a harsh, unexpected jerking motion.
"Ouch!" she said, her fingers instinctively finding their way to her
earlobe as if to check for blood. But he knew, he never nibbled her _that_
hard. "Bad boy!" she chided. A fingertip the size of his entire head wafted
before him, shaking back and forth angrily and driving fear and confusion deep
into his core. In his younger days, he might have bitten that fingertip, but
he'd long since learned to stifle the urge. "You don't bite mommy like that!"
she said, looking angrily at him. "Just for that, cuddle time's over!"
With that, she unceremoniously deposited Mario in his cage, closing the
lid with somewhat of a slam. Mario shuffled quietly through the cedar chips
towards the far corner of his cage, his poor little mouse-heart broken. Too
depressed to even run, he simply sighed, his paw holding him upright against the
bars of the cage where he would watch, and wait, though for what he could never
quite be certain.
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We're so cruel to our animals sometimes, taking them for granted and thinking
their devotion is nothign more than simply "cute". Just because they don't
think and move like we do and have very different ways of socializing, that
doesn't mean they don't have feelings. Poor Mario. :-(
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