Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Yet again, confusion filled the poor slave's mind at Mistress demanding he tell her what she should do. Rook could not think of anything Pets do not tell Mistresses what they should do, ever. But more than that, something cold brushed against his heart at hearing her tone of voice. It sounded...fragile... vulnerable ...things a Mistress should never be. Suddenly, he heard her voice speak up again, sounding slightly more distant, a brief outpouring of words in a shaky tone that held Rook's heart in an ice-cold grip. Slowly, against his trained behaviors, he lifted his head back up from the tucked-inward bow--and felt like his heart suddenly vanished as he laid eyes on his True-Mistress-who-was-rejecting-him. She was pressing herself against the far wall and curled up into a ball, head buried against her knees and arms pulled in to cover her head. This was wrong. This was all wrong . Mistress wasn't just upset--she was hurt! Not physically, but something inside her was hurting her, and Rook could hardly comprehend what it was the words she had said made little sense to him. But that didn't matter, what mattered was that something was wrong for Mistress . She thought she couldn't do anything right, but that itself didn't make sense because a Mistress couldn't do something wrong where a Pet was concerned. And while it went against several trained-in protocols, his even stronger need to make Mistress happy got him to get up slightly from his to-the-floor bow and begin crawling on all fours across the floor towards Mistress, surprisingly quietly for his huge bulk. In moments, he was very close to his Mistress, close enough to reach out to her. He knew what he was about to do would earn him even more pain. But he could not think of anything else to try and make Mistress happy, and if there was any chance this would help her, it would be worth the consequences. He reached out with both arms as he scooted up closer to her while he himself was in a sitting position...and, carefully, he cupped his hands around Evelyn's shoulders and drew her up against his chest, embracing around her body with his arms. Rook's body beneath his fur was firm and strong, comfortably so, and his fur itself was so, so very soft . His fur was fluffy silk from his grooming, and smelled very pleasant--his scent was a gentle combination of washing fragrances that yet did not wipe away, but rather enhanced the natural earthy vaguely canine quality of his fur-scent...all in all, his firm yet fluffy chest was absolutely perfect for burying one's face in for luxury. His arms wrapped around Evelyn's body were likewise softly furry, and also huge compared to her body, muscular and strong...yet, he was holding her gently, carefully , in an almost shocking way given how strong he was--Evelyn would have no trouble squirming out of his embrace at all, should she choose to do so. But as long as he didn't, the enveloping of his arms and chest around her created an instinctively sheltering feeling, comforting and safe. Pet knows...knows he will be punished, very very badly for touching Mistress without permission... The large male said in his best warm, soothing voice as soon as he pulled her into the hug. But Mistress is upset...Pet does not know why Mistress is upset, but Mistress should not be upset, Mistress should be happy ... He continued speaking as he then added a slight and gentle side-to-side rocking of his body. This act was only a small part of his training, but he had indeed still been trained in some things that some Mistresses would like him to do when they were beset by problems that Pet could not solve, he had been taught that just being the best calm, relaxing presence he can be would often help. Please, Mistress, I don't know what is wrong, but you should be happy and that is all that matters...I don't know what else to do to try and help you be calm, I'm scared...nothing that happens to Pet matters, only that Mistress should be happy...