Bright lights flashed, and bass music thumped as a lithe figure wrapped herself around a pole. 
Atop the stage in the Tails and Tales nightclub, there were easily dozens, maybe even close to sixty 
patrons crammed as close as they could comfortably get to the central stage. This dancer was a 
legend and none would miss the chance to see one of her increasingly rare performances. 
     Beatrice Verma, better known as Honey Bea to these patrons, had been one of the star 
performers in this establishment for the better part of three decades. More recently since acquiring 
ownership of the club itself, the caracal had performed less and less, so when she did take to the 
stage it was an event few wanted to miss. She'd been paying attention to the crowd, and it was 
apparent that some of these patrons had called up their friends when they heard she'd be dancing. 
     She refrained from letting her performer's smile grow wider at the realisation. It wasn't the first 
time she'd noticed this, nor was it something she let her pride grip too fiercely. As her performance 
approached its spiciest segment, the music picked up and the lights flashed and pulsed in a slightly 
different rhythm. 
     With a grin, she flicked her tail upwards and used the plastic stinger like attachment to flick the 
hook of her bra. It fell loose as she stretched herself upright, her supple assets now clear for the 
crowd to see and bringing a plethora of hooting and cheering. The next flick of her tail tossed the toy 
stinger into the crowd, where a quick fingered leopard caught it and attached it to his forefinger. The 
cheering died down slightly as Bea's next moves brought her close to the loose threads that held her 
panties on, and she riled them up with an anticipatory smile. 
     Her hands undid the threads, and she held her panties in place for a few more moments. As the 
lights flashed, her movements picked up pace. In each moment of darkness, she repositioned herself. 
A step to the left, a turn, a crouch, and then her panties her held high above her head in one hand, 
her groin now covered by her tail curling around her waist like a belt. Another patch of darkness 
between flashes, and her tail was now curled from the other side. 
      Felids had good eyesight in the dark of course, but the lights were carefully calibrated to be bright 
enough and timed just right to prevent any of their eyes from being able to adjust in time to catch 
her transitions. If there was one thing she knew, it was that these kinds of people always wanted the 
same thing, and that was what they couldn't have. 
     Her dance continued, and their excitement grew by the second. Plenty of somewhat familiar faces 
passed before her, regulars who hoped time and again to catch a glimpse of the sweet spot. But Bea 
had perfectly practiced all of her routines, and had the timing down to an art. Some dancers might 
be fine with giving it all away, but Bea thought herself more refined than that. Her routine switched 
up and she hugged the pole close, gripping it tight between her thighs. Her slightly plump rear spun 
to face each section of the crowd in turn, displaying her black stripes that had inspired her name. It 
was rare for a caracal to be born with stripes, but it had only added to her allure. 
     The dance continued, Bea making full use of her teasing yet borderline frustration inducing 
performance. As the crescendo passed and the music began to wind down, the fog machines began 
to loose a steady flow of mist that slowly rose to obscure her form. As the last note played, she 
stepped clear, her naked body now concealed and silhouetted by the rolling fog. She blew a final kiss 
to the audience as she began to step backwards off the stage to a solid round of cheering and 
applause. 

     Bea quickly wrapped a robe around herself that was hanging ready just past the stage exit. 
Stepping past a few of the other dancers with a smile as they prepped for their own shows, she 
made her way back to her office on the building's third floor to resume the more tedious side of the 
business. 
     The next hour was much slower and less exciting as midnight approached. Afterwards, when the 
customers had filtered out and the staff had closed up and gone home, only a few people were left in 
the building. Cleaning staff, a mid-level manager or two, and herself. Plus however many table 
dancers had survived the night and would roll their life's dice at the same time tomorrow. 
     As she reviewed the week's expenses and intake, a light knock at the door prompted her to look 
up from her computer's screen. 
     'Bea, you were great tonight.' A well dressed serval with red hair remarked from the doorway. 
     'Thanks, Grace.' Bea smiled. 'How are the girls holding up?' 
     'Having as much fun as ever.' Grace replied. 'Misty and Haze are gaining more traction than we 
expected, but we've had a few minor complaints that Haze, well... survives. I guess that illusion was 
gone after the first show.' 
     'Can't do the show more than once if one of the dancers gets digested.' Bea shook her head with a 
slight laugh. 'Numbers are steady though?' 
     'Oh yes.' Grace nodded. 'Everyone else is still going well too, and we've fed seven table dancers 
out of our starting eighteen for the night. Four more scheduled to start tomorrow.' 
     'Good, good...' Bea murmured thoughtfully. 'Is, uh, Kara still with us?' 
     'Yes.' Grace nodded, then raised an eyebrow. 'Four days, and she's getting a bit...' 
     'Bring her here.' Bea asked. 'I'm feeling the same.' 
     'Are you gonna...?' Grace asked hesitantly with a raised eyebrow. 
     Bea shrugged, looking from the serval back to her screen. 'I'll review the earning report and see if 
I can cover the expense. She's such a sweet girl, and I kind of want her myself.' 
     'Alright.' Grace grinned. 'I'll bring her.' As the serval vanished into the hallway, Bea let her 
anticipation grow. Her performances always left her with a lingering feeling of arousal and she'd 
taken to asking table dancers that had survived their shifts if they'd help out. Last time, earlier this 
very week, it had been Kara and the mouse's talents for pleasing much larger women were... 
extensive. 
     About five minutes later, Grace returned with Kara in hand. She carefully set the mouse down on 
the desk beside Bea's keyboard. Kara was dressed as scantily as Bea had been at the start of her 
show, a two piece red undergarment that contrasted well against the pale grey of the mouse's fur. 
     'I'll leave you two alone.' Grace smiled as she backed out of the office door. 'Have a good night, I'll 
see you tomorrow.' 
     Bea smiled as the serval disappeared down the hall. 'Well, maybe one of us.' She rested a hand on 
the desk beside Kara, carefully caressing the mouse with her fingertips. Kara leaned into the 
affection, pressing her lips to the tip of each finger one at a time. 
     'Mistress. Are you gonna...?' Kara began to ask shyly, placing one of her own fingers on her 
tongue. 
     'I'm gonna review the week's earnings.' Bea replied with a shrug. 'If I have enough to meet the 
payout, then sure. But in the meantime...' The caracal threw off her robe, letting it drape over the 
chair behind her and exposing her naked form to the mouse. 'Why don't you make Momma happy?' 
     Kara's eyes widened, and after the briefest moment of hesitation to enjoy the view, she unclipped 
her own bra, dropped her panties and dashed to the edge of the desk. 'Like the other night?' She 
asked, looking up at Bea's face with an excited grin. 
     'No.' Bea smiled wryly. 'Do better.' 
     'Ooh... A challenge. Okay.' She looked down Bea's exposed body with a slow dip of her head, 
coming to rest on the lower abdomen as the caracal spread her legs on the chair. It was clear what 
Bea was expecting, but there was room for a bit of foreplay before the main event. She took a step 
back, then took a running jump straight onto Bea's left breast. 
     'Mmmff...' Bea squinted at Kara's choice of starting point, but relaxed as she felt the mouse's small 
lips wrap around her nipple. That talented little tongue followed up, surprisingly strong yet tender in 
its loving wet caresses. 
     As Bea left the mouse to her work, she brought her hand back to the computer mouse and 
focused back on the screen to bring up the reports she'd been reviewing. She winced and mis-clicked 
the wrong link as Kara got her teeth involved, and giggled to herself as she backtracked and clicked 
the report she had wanted. 
     After another minute of scrolling past graphs and numbers, Bea's disappointment was tempered 
by Kara's expert application of tongue play. The mouse gripped the fur of the caracal's breast tighter 
as she leaned her head back to catch her breath. 
     'That's a talented little mouth you have.' Bea remarked, noting the pleasant sensation Kara had 
left on her tender nipple, seeming to know just when to stop before pleasure would push into 
discomfort. She lifted her free hand and caught Kara's panting body on the back of her fingers, before 
lifting her close to her own face. 'Let me see it. I'm kinda curious.' 
     'Oh? Really?' Kara grinned, then opened her mouth as wide as she could. 'Ahhh...' 
     Bea brought the mouse closer, peeking curiously into her tiny maw. The shape of her teeth was 
the most prominent difference from the more familiar shape of her own teeth, but Bea was more 
drawn to the shape of the tiny woman's tongue and throat. She knew that Kara, and indeed all 
murids crazy enough to take jobs as table dancers, had a fascination with ending up as a larger 
person's food, a desire to be swallowed alive like a piece of candy. As she watched the mouse's uvula 
bob up and down with her each panting breath, Bea smiled and licked her lips. 
     Kara's breath caught and her jaw snapped shut at the sudden sight. 'A-are you going to eat me 
tonight, Mistress?' 
     'Doesn't look like it.' Bea sighed. 'These earnings just aren't really increasing. Without at least a 
fifteen percent increase over the next fortnight, I'm not really in a strong financial position. The 
overheads are just too close. But someone else might still... buy you.' 
     'Aww...' Kara sighed. 'I was really hoping it'd be you...' 
     'I'm sorry dear. But we can still have fun tonight?' Bea offered. 'Why don't you get me off, and 
then I'll give you some play time in here...' She slowly lowered her jaw, letting her tongue loll out as 
she brought Kara closer, teasingly just out of the mouse's reach. 
     'Mmh, on it!' Kara agreed, rolling off Bea's hand and landing softly on the chair between the cat's 
thighs. 
     'Well, aren't you ea-!' Bea's remark was cut short as she felt the mouse's surprisingly strong arms 
prising the folds of her womanhood apart. She clenched involuntarily, but Kara's determination 
proved stronger as she forced her way inside. Bea's breaths became slower as she tried to control 
herself just enough to avoid injuring her tiny lover. She glanced down, seeing that only the tip of 
Kara's tail was still outside her glistening pink velvet. 
     Bea carefully stood, having learned what she needed from the computer. She hit the sleep button 
on the side of the box and wrapped her robe back around herself. She had a bed in a side room on 
this floor for those late nights that she wasn't going to make it home, and this seemed close enough 
to that sort of occasion. 
     Each step was a challenge, as Kara's vigorous stimulation felt even more intense than when Bea 
had been sitting down. She wasn't a stranger to jelly legs after a passionate night by any means, but 
it occurred to her that she had never been walking during one of those encounters. This was an 
interesting and somewhat exhilarating experience, certainly moreso than she would have thought. 
Kara reacted to the increased pressure on her with equal push, giving the cat's interior as much of a 
workout as she's expect from the action she'd get from a larger cat. 
     'Damn you're impressive...' The caracal panted, stumbling into her makeshift bedroom and 
slumping herself on the mattress. Finally able to let her legs part again, she felt Kara's head and torso 
poke out from between her glistening flesh. She heard the mouse panting vigorously, and it occurred 
to her that Kara's increased effort might not have been just from passion. 
      'S-sorry...' Kara's voice came in ragged breaths. 'Hard to... breathe... Really... tight...' 
     'My bad...' Bea laughed. 'Didn't realise... Never walked with... a passenger before...' 
     'Still... lots of fun...' Kara laughed. 'And really? Never?' 
     'Well...' Bea shrugged. 'I guess I have had... passengers. But they were technically... food.' 
     'Lucky bastards...' Kara responded, before vanishing back inside and kicking the caracal's libido 
back into motion. Bea moaned and growled in ecstasy as she lowered her hand to help the mouse 
out in her task. As the next few minutes played out to their desired end, both their writhing bodies 
reached exhaustion. With Bea splayed on her back across her mattress, she felt Kara climb free and 
crawl to rest on the cat's belly, nestled and curled in her belly button. 
     After a few minutes Bea fumbled her hand across the bedside cabinet beside her and found the 
remote for the small television on the wall to her left. 'How about some... music?' 
     As the screen cast its dim light across them, Kara shifted and began crawling again. 'Sure, but I'm 
still owed some mouth time.' 
     'I haven't brushed my teeth...' Bea murmured, flicking through television channels to find the 
music station. As Kara reached her chin, she glanced down and saw the same smitten look the mouse 
had given her earlier. 
     'I want to end in your stomach, and you think your breath is going to bother me?' She grinned. 
'I'm not under any illusions here, Bea. I know that we all smell terrible on the inside.' 
     'Fine...' Bea laughed. 'You little weirdo.' She inhaled and caught the mouse's own sweet musk 
mixed heavily with the scent of her own fluid pleasure. Her jaw quivered in anticipation of what 
would definitely be an appealing taste, but she took one final moment to remind herself that she 
needed to keep her impulses under control. 
     As her tongue drooped out, Kara gripped it with both hands and pulled herself close. The taste of 
her matted breasts and belly elicited a soft moan of pleasure from Bea's throat. The cat's jaw opened 
wider, making it easier for Kara to slide herself further onto the soft, warm tongue. 
     Bea settled in as she found the music station, raising an eyebrow as the image of an attractive and 
well-dressed mouse singing a soft toned ballad took up the screen. She had white fur, blonde hair 
and hazel-coloured eyes. Her wonderful amber dress gilded her with an air of elegance and grace, 
and the joy was plain on her face and in her voice as she sang. It was amazing, and not at all what 
Bea had expected to see on this channel. 
     'Hey!' Kara poked her head out from between Bea's lips, thumping her feet on the felid's tongue in 
a mix of playfulness and frustration. 'Are you paying attention?' 
     'Hmm?' Bea blinked and closed her jaws gently, feeling the panicked slender mouse between her 
incisors. 'Ohh... sorry. This mouse's voice is just...' 
     'Mmmhh...' Kara moaned as she was drawn a little deeper by Bea's suddenly more proactive 
tongue, her body writhing with only her head and part of a forearm outside the caracal's lips. 'Her... 
her name is... Hazeleye...' She panted. 
     'Mhmm...' Bea nodded slowly. She was unsure of why this singing mouse had her transfixed, but 
there was no doubt that her enchanting voice was a part of it. The camera setup they'd used had 
done a lot to accentuate the small woman's supple features up close and in detail as well. She looked 
absolutely delicious.
     Wait, Bea blinked twice and refocused. That was probably just Kara's flavour dancing on her 
tongue interfering with her thoughts. It was her voice, this Hazeleye, that had Bea's attention. She 
was obviously a new presence on the music scene, but she must already be making waves to have 
made it onto the music channel. 
     She felt Kara wriggle, trying to get deeper into her mouth. Bea grinned and helped her out with a 
slow, loud and wet slurp. Her tongue pressed between the mouse's legs, pinning her to the roof of 
her mouth and beginning to grind against her furiously. Kara's muffled voice alternated between 
ecstatic moans and cries of borderline pain. Bea's smile shifted into a smirk, knowing that she was 
likely pushing Kara to the limits of her physical tolerance. Still, she wasn't going to stop until she felt 
the burst of extra flavour that would signal Kara's climax. 
     Hazeleye's song ended, and a commercial began. Bea rolled her head back, still working Kara's 
writhing body with her tongue. Her saliva was reaching the point where the mouse could easily 
drown, so she swallowed as much as she could with a careful gulp. A teeny foot and half a tail 
wriggled between the powerful musculature of her throat as she gulped, only the strong grasp of her 
tongue keeping the rest of Kara's eager little self from following. 
     'Ohhh!' Kara cried out and shuddered involuntarily, slightly preceding the extra flavour trickling 
across Bea's tongue. 'J-just let me go down, please?' 
     Bea squeezed her eyes shut. Goddammit, she wanted to. She really wanted to. Kara slipped a little 
farther down as the caracal's discipline wavered, and she felt both feet now past the cusp of her 
tongue. The tail was flitting about the back of Bea's throat, threatening to trigger the swallow reflex 
involuntarily if she delayed much longer. She pursed her lips, took a deep breath through her nose, 
and rolled onto her side. 
     'Blahhh...' She pushed Kara out of her mouth with a slow, deliberate drop. The mouse fell onto her 
back, utterly exhausted and spent. Her fur was matted to her body, a glistening sheen of saliva and 
the combined juices of both women's heated sexual cores having erupted around her. Her chest 
heaved with each struggling breath she took, and her face looked back up at Bea with a grimace of 
disappointment tempered by what could only be described as boundless lust. Maybe even a hint of 
genuine love. 
     'Sorry...' Kara managed to squeak. 'I know I'm... making things... hard.' 
     'Wet.' Bea corrected her with a smile. 
     'I meant... difficult.' Kara replied with a small grin. 
     'I was wondering if that... Hazeleye, might be willing to sing here.' Bea murmured, rubbing a single 
finger gently across Kara's belly and breasts. 
     'She's not like us.' Kara shrugged. 'And getting a mouse here that isn't up for, um... this? Wouldn't 
the security and insurance be really expensive? And if some idiot lost control?' 
     'Maybe.' Bea sighed. 'I could probably keep her safe if she was in my act somehow... Then I might 
not need to go so heavy on the security. I'll have to think about it after I've had some time to recover 
and sleep. I always said people want what they can't have, and she'd fit that bill perfectly. Could be a 
real draw for the crowd.' 
     'Is it alright if I sleep here?' Kara asked, shifting herself slightly but not quite managing to sit up. 
     'Alright.' Bea replied before yawning. 'But don't you crawl into my mouth while I'm asleep.' 
     Kara stared longingly as the beautiful sight passed. '...Fine. But I'm getting into that belly of yours 
there sooner or later.' 
     'I'm betting on it.' Bea replied, closing her eyes with a smile.