"Feed Me, Seymour!" - Audrey II, Little Shop of Horror


I love food. I don't know anyone who doesn't love food. Everyone needs food. I don't think I'd be wrong in saying that every culture on the planet places great value in the sharing and giving of food to others.


To your lovers though, sharing food can mean a great deal more. Something intimate, sexy, sensual. I just have to think of all the euphemisms of sex that are related to food: eating out, tossing salad, popping cherries, cream pies, hotdogging, the peach, the weiner, to name a few, and know that there is some intrinsic parallel to eat and having sex.


Which is why the Feeding kink is so interesting to me. Tying sating a partner's hunger and their sexual appetite all in one. It adds another level of intimacy to the act I'd imagine. Which, of course, is the point of any kink.


As Fione the bear and Gratuitee the panther know all to well.


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Preheat oven to 350°F


Fione glides around her tiled kingdom. White marble counters, gleaming metal refrigerator, ivory cabinetry, checkered floors. They shine in her eyes. Shine in her heart. Shine in her smile.


Combine two cups of sugar, one and a half sticks of melted butter, and one teaspoon of salt in a bowl.


She hums a merry tune for her ears only as the whisk beats against the bowl. Percussive sizzles sound from the pan on the stove top. The aroma of finely seasoned sauce wafts across the space, doing more to freshen the room than any air freshener can.


Beat in three eggs. One at a time.


Her gaze flicks to her wrist, the only time keeping apparatus she deems accurate enough for her cooking. The multitasking of preparing three unique dishes to be plated together, on time, piping hot, is nothing new to the bear. She had long past had her chops trained in the lowliest of kitchens along her dream of becoming a fine chef. Dinner will be perfect. She accepts nothing less of herself.


Mix in one cup of unsweetened cocoa powder and one cup of flour. Optional: one tablespoon of vanilla extract or cinnamon.


Her watch strikes the time, she immediately moves into action. Burner off. Oven opened. Steam rising. Fresh smells of bubbling cheese and baked potatoes expand into the space. A room already fragrant is now saturated with smell. Orgasmic odors. A feast for the noses of anyone lucky enough to call the house home. Which meant Fione and her wife, Gratuitee.


Transfer mixture to lightly greased 8"x13" pan and bake for 25 to 30 minutes or until a toothpick comes out dry.


A heaping of potato au gratin, a filet of steak, a drizzle of sweet molasses glaze, a medley of roasted spring vegetables. Fione plates each with surgical precision, waylaid drops are quickly wiped up, each dish a mirror copy of the other, quickly placed under cloches to retain heat.


Enjoy warm or with a scoop of ice cream!


Fione has timed it as perfectly as she could. Gratuitee would, should, be home soon and if all goes to plan the steak will be perfectly rested. It still is a gamble on whether the panther would end up arriving as expected.


She was super busy at work. Fione doesn't know all the details surrounding the product launch but it meant long hours each time for Gratuitee. It didn't help that Fione was out of town for the last four days. This dinner is meant as a surprise party for arriving home a day early. Just another reason to make sure all is perfect.


Fione sips at a glass of wine, the red sweet nectar swirled in the flute as she set it down. The oven clicks across the way cooking their wonderful dessert, Fione's self-reportedly world famous brownies and Gratuitee's favorite baked good. Pausing to wait was a skill that Fione needed to learn during her apprenticeship under more than one head chef. Sure, cooking on the line requires multitasking, quick judgment, and time management but when it's time to rest you need to rest.  Fione sips another swig of her beverage.


Keys rattle from across the living room. Squeaky tumblers and deadbolts scrape open followed by a creaky hinge. Gratuitee is home. Fione's eyes narrow on her wonderful wife, the love of her life, a slight smile touches upon her face but she makes no move to greet the panther.


She looks haggard, purse and backpack tossed down quickly, moderate heels kicked across the room, her business dress is creased and wrinkled from a long day of crouching and stooping in front of a computer or colleague's desk. The door closes with a thump, the weary feline resting upon it.


She takes a breath, and then another, a third. Coming to know the aroma that clouds the space, tantalizes the taste buds, hones the appetite. Gratuitee looks towards the kitchen. Towards the table where Fione sat in silence. The bear smiles. Gratuitee shoots up in response.


"Fifi?" She calls.


"Welcome home, my love." The bear returns.


The seat creaks as she stands to receive the embrace of her partner. Gratuitee could hardly reach around her girth but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm. The wives wade in the pool of the other's arms for a minute, shrugging off the worries of the world. Gratuitee leans back to look into her wife's eyes. Fione couldn’t hardly see the exhaustion anymore. Only joy and love.


"I thought you weren't going to be home till tomorrow?" A wonderful longing coated her voice


"Caught an earlier flight, event ended early and this way I could surprise you." Fione leans in to kiss the feline. A small peck becomes a second. And soon a third.


"A wonderful surprise." She says.


"I'm sure you're starving, I made dinner." Fione gestures over the set table. Silver cloches covering the fine spread. Gratuitee's eyes light up as she remembers the scents that greeted her upon entering.


"You're my savior!" She praises, "I skipped lunch and was dreading the frozen lasagna I had in the freezer." Fione scoffs in response. Firstly at the admission that Gratuitee forgot food but also that she was planning to have a frozen meal. When you cook at the level that Fione does, you're afforded the right to be a tad posh when it comes to food. She recovers quickly however.


"Then don't delay, it's ready now." The bear says as she steps aside to get her chair. The panther settles into place and puts the napkin in her lap while the bear pours a glass of red wine into the remaining flute.


Gratuitee gasps as she lifts the domed metal. The collection of succulent smells touch her fine nose. The colors that dance upon the white porcelain are just as visually appealing. The bear chuckles as she notices her wife's stunned look.


"Dig in, my love." Gratuitee needs no more encouragement. The space soon fills with the tings and tangs of silverware on china. Filling with the moans and enunciations of feeding. Gratuitee melts as food passes from plate to palate. Fione can only watch, enthralled by the act, the primal need being filled. The teeth tearing through meat. Drops of spittle and grease that leak from her mouth. The panting as she stops inhaling food to resupply her lungs. Rhythmic scrapes of knife carving through cooked flesh. Fione's food remains untouched and untasted. Enraptured by Gratuitee and the fervor she consumes the cuisine.


It's only minutes until her plate is left crumbless, only swathes of sauce smear the surface. She placed her silverware down. A delicate and deliberate act following the ferocity she attacked the food with earlier, as though she comes to her senses after a bout with ecstasy. Gratuitee avoided eye contact as she wiped the remnants of her gluttonous act from her mouth and hands. Fione could only smile and sip at her own glass of wine, a chef loves their compliments but only a display like that could ever move Fione's heart. Words unspoken and grand animalistic desire. That's how Fione wants her food to be enjoyed.


It stirred something deep in the watcher. Something deep and visceral.


The wives lock eyes again, Fione notices the blush and embarrassment breaching on her partner's face. An aftertaste of the visual feast that pleasantly encores the act.


"That was delicious, Fifi." A vast understatement. One Fione let stand. They both are well aware that a display like that says more than words possibly ever will.


“Satisfied?” Fione asks, gesturing towards the bare plate. Gratuitee looks down at the white pottery, it was a wedding present from her parents. A dining set that had been passed down for many generations.


“No, is there any more?” The panther asked as she looks towards the kitchen. Fione stands immediately, smoothly handling her own plate as she waltzes towards her partner. The time spent away from each other had worn the bear down as well. It was always hard when they needed to be apart, but it made the reunion so much more delicious. Fione scoops up the barren dish with deft hands honed by years of practice and routine. It was replaced with hardly a thump as she delicately served her wife.


“But, Fifi, that’s yours. I’m okay with getting my own seconds.” She says, but the lingering eyes that lasted just a half second longer on the metallic dome that hid delightful delicacies weren’t unnoticed by Fione. 


“If it’s mine, then it’s mine to give away.”


“Fifi..” Brilliant eyes turn her way, golden yellow and slitted pupils.


The bear will not take no for answer and takes the situation into her own hands. The dome rose with a flourish, revealing an identical plate of scrumptious supper to the panther. Fione watches as Gratuitee gulped. A lone trace of drool drips down her jowl. The bear slips a fork into her paw, the delicate metal feels warm, the phantom of Gratuitee’s display from earlier.


Fione spears a slice of potato, the gooey cheese stretches and snaps as she lifts it up into the air. She passes towards Gratuitee, white spud hanging between them. Gratuitee sits, unable to move as it passes closer and closer to her maw.


“Open..” She asks. The panther complies. And with the care of a mother feeding their child, Fione presses the backed tuber into the waiting tongue. “Chew..”


Gratuitee closes her eyes, the ravenous behavior from earlier was honed slightly, but it still sneaks through with how her breathing hitches or how her claws sink into the tablecloth.


“Mmm. It’s so good, Fifi. I-”


“Shhh.” Fione prepares a second bite. A cut of medium rare filet, topped with melted butter and shredded garlic. Gratuitee swallows, then leans forward for the second offering. The proper and curt panther slowly ebbs away as incisors attack the food. The instinctive urge to sate one’s hunger, the innate urge to provide for a lover, the basic drive to have your needs met. Fione was feeling the same as a storm started swelling in her blood.


The pair sit in the near darkness of their dining room. Only the sounds of chewing, swallowing, and clattering silverware are heard. Fione locked eyes with Gratuitee with every bite not missing a moment of joy and appreciation that lit her wife's face. This is what Fione lives for, no what Fione craves. Feeding others.


Ever since she needed to care for her siblings when they were young, ever since needing to handle dinners when her parents were busy working multiple jobs to care for their family. The act of passing food to mouth, watching their reactions, seeing their enjoyment. It soothed her soul. Grounded her existence. Brought her closer to others and at the moment, closer to Gratuitee.


She eats bite after bite, every morsel disappearing with a gulp. The puma is almost hypnotized, automatically accepting the next forkful that's passed her way. They are beyond words now, just two souls and an almost empty plate of food.


Fione has just passed her the last of the filet, still juicy as Gratuitee bites into it. Three chews later and her watch clicks aloud. The spell broken as two come to their senses. Fione blinks a moment, unsure what that last alarm was for. The sweet smell of cocoa reminds her. The brownies.


She waddles off towards the kitchen, tossing the fork down as she goes.


"Ohh. Dang it." She chides herself. She was caught up in the moment, feeding Gratuitee, enjoying the intimacy. She rapidly pulls the pan from the sweltering oven and places it atop a cooling rack. The shiny brown surface had cracked and peeled up. The cloying smell of sugar wafts across the air, a spirit of sweets. Condensing steam rose from the dish. Trailing heat and entropy. A perfect dish, a phenomenal dessert. Fione admires her last dish for a moment as she flicks the oven off completely. Slim arms grip her from behind.


"Brownies, too?" Gratuitee asks. Fione's mouth pulls up into a smile.


"No meal's complete without dessert." The bear says as she enjoys the embrace.


"You're amazing, Fifi! I'm so glad you're home."


"Miss me?" She teases back.


"Oh, more than you know.” The puma growls in her ear.


“Ohh, tell me more…”


“How ‘bout I show you instead?” The tone strikes a chord, resonating a deep part of Fione’s soul. Gratuitee slips past her wife. Rounding the counter and into their living room. Fione traces her fine legs hidden behind the boring gray of business wear. Hidden traces of pink pop up, soft, manicured footpads. Evolutionary holdouts from days of prowling jungles and forests and hunting prey. Tools meant to help curb hunger that Fione just fulfilled as well with a room full of modern utensils and appliances. But now they whetted another appetite as Fione’s eyes traced upward. Her lithe tail flits across her toned and curvy glutes that lays framed in modern business wear, a sight that demands attention that Fione is certain to pay.


“Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes” The panther calls over her shoulder. The side wink affirms exactly what Fione was thinking, exactly what she was hoping for, the telltale sign that they are about to lay as wife and wife. Fione’s excitement must have spread across her face as butter melts in a pan for as the panther was turning the corner she adds, “And make sure you bring the tray of brownies.”


“Oh, you know I will.”