A little Cake Division bedtime story and Kitson fluff
Women - The most insufferable things in the world are women! Why can’t they just do what’s demanded? Why all these endless explanations and discussions? What’s so damn difficult in posing nude, lost in heavy kisses, deeply entangled with each other that you can’t see where one begins and the other one ends, only legs, arms, tits, butts and hair, floods of hair? Hum? Captain Jackson shook his head. He eyed sceptical the marzipan sculpture in front of him and compared it with the sketches in his sketchbook. No! That doesn't look like ‘Sappho with her Muse’, more like a weird cross between an octopus and a garden plant. Jackson groaned annoyed. However, it was difficult to make one artwork off of two separate sketches. It would have been much easier if… but neither his on-off wife nor his on-off mistress were in the mood to inspire him with some same sex fiddling only that he could create a delicious cake for the profitable ‘WoLoWo* Society' order. The Captain's fists hit the soft mass and smashed it. He decided to try it later again. Now, he thought, it was better to take care of the filling. It had to be done too and it needed some time of cooling anyway, before he could construct the whole sweet with the tasty sponge layers that Drake had already prepared. Jackson collected sugar, spices and almonds, then, he walked in the cooling room to fetch the rest, berries and cream. Inside the room, he realised immediately the fallen over pot of cream. The white thick liquid was running down the shelf and built a lake on the floor. “Damn it, Reid, take milk for your tea…” He hadn't finished this sentence when he saw the spots around the cream lake. On closer inspection, Jackson noticed that the spots formed a line, a trace of somebody with very small feet that ended at a stack of boxes. The Captain couldn’t see anything, so he stretched his hand behind the stack. First he heard a weak but very annoyed hiss, then, he felt a pain in his hand. Jackson snapped and when he pulled his hand back, he found a fluffy piece of black fur in it. Jackson grinned. The trapped kitten in his hand fought with all its power, but was too weak to stand it for long, especially after Jackson had started to stroke it tenderly. After a while, the young tomcat purred satisfied and snuggled himself in Jackson’s arm. “Ah! You like that”, said Jackson, “me too, but sadly I’ve to work and my girls are angry with me.” The kitten mewed. “I see you understand me.” Captain Jackson went back to his work place, sat the baby animal down next to the destroyed figure and said to his new fellow who sniffed curiously at the stuff on the table “it’s your fault that I can’t make the filling now and must go back to this stupid mess, so you must help me. If this attempt fails again, then your cuteness must melt the ladies hearts that I’ll get my lesbian sculpture model. … And if this plan does not work, then, fuck it! I don’t need a woman when I have a cat?” --- *Women love Women
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Inspired by the kitten drawings by @heymoon9 and the Cake Division recipes book cover by @soot-and-snide