# Kuroko's Finest: Catered Desires

Author: Kuroko
Tags: BDSM, Bondage, Female, Food, Human, Mouse, Sabretooth Tiger, Smilodon

Catherine, the caterer for Kuroko's Finest, is brought in on a job for one of the other departments, to assist with a rather intimate scene between Jane and a small, mousey customer.  
  
  
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Catherine knocked on the office door, and was greeted with an almost immediate "Come in, it's  
open." So she pushed open the door and stepped inside.  
The office took up most of the south west corner of the third floor of the converted apartment  
building that Kuroko's Finest used as a combination office, dorm, and occasional work space.  
The occupant could have had his office anywhere he liked, really, but about the only thing  
recommending this particular choice was the pooled sunlight, courtesy of the early afternoon  
and pulled-aside curtains. The desk was real wood, but also older than the building, at least, a  
massive piece of stained and nicked lumber. It had been well made, she assumed, to have  
survived this long, but it wasn't beautiful or artistic by any means.  
Sitting behind the desk was her boss, a black-furred fox with a missing ear, the only color to him  
a silver tip to his tail and remaining ear, white teeth, and sparkling, mischievous green eyes.  
There were frequent assumptions that he was Japanese, or at least had been there some time  
or another, but he just laughed at any questions to confirm any of that. Not a yes or no, just a  
laugh.  
This time there was no clutter of paperwork on his desk, no half-dozen screens all in use. This  
time Kuroko had called her for a reason, and with an intent to pay attention, it seemed.  
"Cat, thank you for coming, please, pull up a chair." There wasn't any definable accent to his  
speech, not that the absence of such helped narrow down any rumors about his origins. After  
she sat, he continued. "We've got a job request, and I think this one could use your assistance.  
We've got a new client, and I think what she wants calls for a bit of partnership between you and  
Jane."  
"Jane?" Catherine hadn't interacted much with the big saber cat in the three months since she'd  
started here. She hadn't done much outside of catering a few parties, and a few meals for staff  
dinners and lunches. This would be outside of her department. Most of the time, Indulgence,  
where she ran a good part of the show, and Desire, whose clients tended to be much more  
physical, didn't work very closely with each other, if Kuroko was to be believed. "I don't think we  
have much in common, really. What kind of job could we do together?"  
"That's actually the point. Dissimilar skill sets complementing one another. I need her to be a big  
muscley dominatrix type, and I need you, miss Catherine, to make the best, most delicate, most  
indulgent little bite sized treats that you can make. Our client is murine, carry that in your  
thinking as you plan your offerings. I'll tell Jane her part when she gets back from her current  
assignment. Until then, go plan, go experiment. Make your best. And please, let me sample?  
You're fantastic in the kitchen."  
Cat blushed, and shook her head. With nothing much else to say, she headed back to her  
kitchen and workspace occupying half of the first floor of the building.  
One of the few humans on a staff full of furs, she was uniquely able to cook for everyone  
regardless of biology. From carnivores like Jane to herbivores like Craig, the secretary, and  
everywhere in between. Unlike her last few jobs, this one even gave her a real kitchen to play  
around with. Murine, so... herbivore, mostly. No major allergies or anything to watch out for. She  
sat down at the counter and started plotting.  
---  
A week later, she was standing in one of the top floor entertaining spaces, a big, open room  
decorated in various flavors of hedonist. She hadn't gone nearly as all out as Jane had, but  
she'd have been overshadowed anyway. Jane's six foot height and tawny fur were striking  
enough (at least to her) and fitted with those massive fangs, but she'd decorated it all up in  
black leather, right down to the whip coiled at her belt. Catherine was just a slightly plump, short  
human woman. Brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing particularly memorable or remarkable. She'd  
dressed up, sure, but she wasn't in dominatrix leathers, just a neat and clean dress. Her  
contribution to this, whatever it was, was neither visual nor tactile.  
Her contribution was laid out on a table behind her, in chilled little dishes or warming trays, a  
dozen different dishes. All suitable for this, whatever it was. Jane turned a little bit and grinned  
down at her. "Relax, Cat. You're fine. Just watch and listen. And feed, that's the thing we're  
going to do with this little mouse."  
Almost on cue, the door opened, and a blindfolded and otherwise very naked brown-furred  
mouse was escorted in, by Kuroko. "Ladies. Emily's all yours now. Do try and play nice." He  
laughed as he left, and shut the door. The mouse stood, hands clasped in front of her, naked  
pink tail twitching in what Catherine assumed was agitation or anxiety. Those big ears were up,  
alert, twitching frantically until they settled, pointing directly at the standing pair.  
The stillness of those ears seemed to be a cue, prompting Jane to speak. Amusement in her  
voice, mostly, and a grin on her face, not that the mouse could see. "Oh, now you notice. Well,  
you figured out where we are, best walk over here. Take it slow, wouldn't want you to trip." If the  
cat seemed at all upset about her outfit being unseen, she didn't show it.  
The mouse shuffled their way, slowly, nervously. Jane didn't wait for her to make it all the way.  
"Stop." The mouse froze. "Kneel." The mouse lowered herself to her knees, hands finally parting  
to rest on her thighs. "Good girl. Hold still now." Jane started walking in slow circles around the  
girl, and Catherine leaned back against her table to watch.  
Those big saucer ears kept pivoting, following Jane's movements, but for a bit that was all, no  
other reaction. Jane's hand brushed her shoulders, and the mouse seemed to flinch, then go  
absolutely, terrified still as Jane growled and took a handful of the girl's chestnut hair. Hell, Cat  
felt herself shudder at the powerful, predatory message in that growl. The mouse clearly  
understood that. "I said hold still, girl. I guess we'll have to help you."  
"Helping her" seemed to consist of tying her up enough to keep her from moving much at all,  
and Catherine was devoutly grateful it wasn't her job to do so. Jane seemed to know what she  
was doing, but Catherine couldn't follow. All she knew was that the mouse was trussed up tight,  
now, and not even vaguely covered. Jane had the mouse sitting on her lap, back arched, with  
that mousey head resting against her breasts. The way she was bound had the mouse spread  
lewdly wide, knees on either side of Jane's legs, with her ankles bound to her thighs. And her  
arms secured tight behind her, the mouse was completely helpless.  
"Now, mouse. My assistant and I are going to play a little game. We're going to feed you things,  
and you're going to guess what they are and what's in them. And if you're right, you get  
rewarded," the saber cat demonstrated, dragging a fingertip slowly up the inside of one mousey  
thigh, rubbing it over her mound. The breathless little moan that got out of her was delightful.  
Jane certainly seemed pleased.  
"Guess wrong, or don't guess at all, and you will be punished." The last word descended into a  
dark, predatory growl, and Cat winced as she saw that rough slap to one thigh. Mouse fur was  
pretty thin, short stuff, it didn't seem to provide any sort of defense against that sharp smack,  
and she let out a little yelp. "Understand the game? Don't speak. Just nod."  
The mouse took a deep breath, then nodded, and Jane beckoned for the first treat. Catherine  
handed her a strawberry, chilled and coated with a creamy white chocolate. Rather than just  
feeding it to the mouse, Jane stroked the chilled treat along her body, watching the mouse  
shiver and squirm when the cold was pressed against a nipple. The first one didn't even make it  
to her mouth, set aside on a tray, and Jane beckoned for another. Catherine delivered, and  
watched curiously, as the mouse finally got a taste.  
And clearly enjoyed, letting out a little sigh of pleasure. "I love strawberries." It was the first time  
she'd spoken, and Cat was surprised at how soft and husky that voice sounded, a vocal  
equivalent to running your hands through lush fur. "And that's... white chocolate coating."  
Jane had reviewed the menu for just such a reason, and the sharp smack got another yelp out  
of the mouse. "You forgot to mention the cream, mousey." She stroked that hand from the  
slapped thigh up between the mouse's legs, and gave her a few rubs that the girl apparently  
thoroughly enjoyed. "But two out of three isn't bad."  
The next item was warm, not cold, cherries soaked in a bourbon mix. Very tasty, a little  
alcoholic, but they'd been sitting over low heat long enough for the alcohol content to drop off  
some. She wasn't going to get drunk, certainly off only a few of them. But... Jane didn't seem  
keen on letting her actual eat them. She was playing with her food, in a way. The first of those  
cherries was rubbed just under the mouse's nose, filling it with the heady scent of vanilla  
bourbon and cherry. That cherry went lower, first, and from the mouse's surprised little sound,  
wherever Jane rubbed it behind the shield of her hand, the mouse really enjoyed it.  
It was rubbed again, under her nose, then around her mouth, but not put in it. It was set aside  
as well, and a second one was dipped below again, then placed gently on the mouse's tongue.  
The shudder of pleasure that went through the tiny victim as she munched said quite a few  
things, but most loudly was that the flavor, and the way it was being given, was strongly  
pleasurable to her. Catherine herself could appreciate good food, but not to the level the mouse  
was. It probably helped that the whole time she was chewing, Jane was rubbing between her  
thighs. Food and sexual stimulation, hard not to enjoy that.  
Cat was getting a bit hot under the collar, too, and it only got worse as the mouse guessed,  
"cherries and bourbon," and was punished with another loud, painful slap.  
"You forgot mouse. I know that cherry was flavored with mouse. I made sure. I could smell it,  
too." But back to those rewarding rubs, making the poor girl moan and squirm.  
It went like that for what felt like hours. Jane would tease the poor thing, keeping her aroused,  
stimulated, panting, and feed her little morsels. She guessed, usually correct, but either she  
missed an ingredient or two, or Jane changed things enough to punish her anyway. Several of  
those punishing slaps didn't hit thigh, either, but in between, and those got howls of pain. And  
pleasure, it looked like. Poor thing was panting and shaking on Jane's lap when they'd gone  
through each and every one of the treats. Only a bite or two of anything, there was still plenty  
left over in the various dishes on the table.  
Jane looked up at her, yellow eyes luminous in the dim light. "You can go or stay, now. This was  
certainly your work that brought us here, but the rest of this is mine."  
It was phrased a bit oddly, but Cat read the message pretty well. You can go if you want to, if  
you feel this will make you uncomfortable . She just shook her head a little, and settled her butt  
against the table. Jane nodded, then bent her muzzle down. Very quiet for a moment, Cat could  
see mouth and tongue moving could hear the soft growl but couldn't make out the words. The  
mouse nodded a little bit, and Jane nuzzled at her cheek. Then wrapped one big hand around  
the girl's throat, pulling up and taut. The other hand smoothed down her belly, covering neatly  
over her mound. There was little to see, slow motions, soft and delicate, but impactful. The  
mouse went from panting to moaning, to gasping and struggling. There were times when all that  
got out was a strangled squeak, when Jane's hand tightened around her throat. Cat couldn't say  
for sure how long it took. But all of a sudden, Jane tightened her hand strong, strangling the cry  
of pleasure as the mouse's whole body shook, stomach fluttering and thighs quaking.  
Jane held on, then carefully relaxed, letting the mouse settle. More soft, unintelligible words and  
she picked up the mouse and turned her, cuddling the smaller body against her torso. "Hey  
Cat? Can you get a bottle of water and that big fluffy blanket over there in the corner?" As soon  
as she had delivered those, the mouse got wrapped up and untied. Jane flipped a corner of  
blanket up and over her head, then took off the blindfold. Let the mouse readjust to the light  
after spending so long in the dark. There was a lot of contact and holding, sips of water, then a  
shy little smile as the mouse peeked out at her. "Um. Could I have a few more of those cherries,  
ma'am?"  
Cat grinned, and brought the tray over. "I think we can share these, they're one of my favorites,  
too."  
"Deal."

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