Walking with her nose in the air, heels clacking off the cobblestones, Muffy sashayed her way down the street. Out on parole and already back to her old tricks, the slender vixen knew exactly where she was going…
Glint’s Fine Jewelry was located only two blacks east of the central police station. That was close enough to make amateurs think twice, but Muffy was no amateur! The wily fox knew the police presence would lull the store clerk into a false sense of security, making it all too easy for someone of her skill to con the jewels right out from under their nose!

Glint scarcely looked up as she entered his shop. The Scottish Terrier just puffed away on his pipe and turned a page in his book. Muffy may as well of had on torn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, but that simply wasn’t her style. The cold winter months found the sexy minx wrapped in cashmere and silk. Expensive sweaters and designer slacks, imported boots and belts, name brand hats; whatever it took to impress her mark long enough to win their trust…
“Can I help you, lass?” he asked without looking up.
“Well!” she cried, indignantly. “I should hope so! It’s been two week since I left my family jewels in your care and I only hope they’re polished and fit to display!”
A slight smile hung on the corners of his mouth as Glint extended his hand.
“Claim check?”
Muffy took a step back, out of his reach. It was instinctive. She knew he wouldn’t grab her, but hard time had tainted her reflexes. She hoped he wouldn’t notice and covered by rummaging around in her purse.
“Surely,” she quipped, “you can’t be so busy as to have misplaced such a large order…”
Glint rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. He kept his hand outstretched, barely able to keep a strait face. At last she produced the document and handed it over. He took one look at it and stifled a chuckle.
“Looky here, lass. Don’t ya nay be try’n ta pull da wool over mine eyes! I know what I wrote and this here ain’t my hand!”
Muffy’s ears stood on end. She was an expert forger. There was no way he could tell her writing from his own!
“How… How dare you accuse me of such a thing! My lawyer will hear of this!”
“Ock, I’m sure he will…”
“I’ve never been so insulted! I…”
Her words trailed off as he slapped a file down on the counter.
“Muffy Vanderschmere, ya’are in breach o’ parole! Did ye no think they’d be wise to ya? Did it nay cross ya’r mind? They be come’n for ya, lass! Ya’r done right screwed!”
Muffy bolted for the door but found it locked!
“Ock! What sort o’ fool do ya take me fer?”
She ran behind the counter, pushing past him on her way to the back. All stores have a second door and most rarely lock you in!
“Ya nay find way out there, lass! Best to be give’n up!”
Muffy was shaking, frightened of her impending doom, but more so upset that she’d been foiled again! The back door was sealed! Suddenly she felt something brush past her leg. She looked down to see black cat saunter past…

…and out the pet door! That was it; her ticket out! She dove head first through the flap. Alas, too small! She caught at the waist, scratching and clawing at the ground, trying to break free.
“Ock! Ya nay a wee pup, lass. A great big ‘on like ye a nay fit, nay in a year!”
Glint took the cushion from his chair and plopped himself down beside his prize.
“Looks like I caught ya fair and square, lass! The police’ll be here ‘for ye know, but I think I deserve a spot o’ fun, done ye?”
Muffy growled low in her throat. She was utterly humiliated and this was just making things worse! She could feel him lifting her tail and repositioning her legs…
“Get off of me!” she howled. “This isn’t funny!”
“Ock! You’ll be laugh’n soon ‘nugh!”
She felt him fumbling with her feet and kicked out at him. He managed to loosen her boots, letting in a rush of cool air as he pulled them off. Steam rose from her stockinged paws as he set the pair aside. Unlike the front, the storeroom wasn’t heated and the cold December wind blustered in beside her.
“Now, lass, the fun begins!”
“What’re you doing? Let me… Haha!”
He danced his fingers over her soles and raked his claws between her toes.
“Please… Haha! Please… Not my feet! Haha!”
He clenched his pipe tightly in his teeth and struggled with her writhing legs. It took some work, but he finally got an arm around both ankles. He plucked off her socks and tossed them aside, leaving her paws bare and defenseless.
“Ready for more?” he chuckled.
“Haha! Please! Hehe! Where’re the cops when you need them?!”


Image by  zysdungeon
Idea from  AlphaZion
Muffy Vanderschmere © Disney
Story by me!