TOYING WITH A CAT’S AFFECTION
A Tom and Jerry fanfic by da Bunnyman
(rated PG)



Tom Cat was one of the toughest cats in town. He ruled the neighborhood and spent his days tormenting Jerry Mouse. With occasional side trips to visit his girlfriend.
But that was all before THEY showed up.
They, were a trio of tough alley cats led by a black cat named Butch. Tom was no match for them and he ended up running for his life when he tried to stand up to them.
The gang chased him down an alley and Tom was sure he was doomed. But then he saw a back door to a store open as the owner was leaving.
He ducked in through the doorway without the owner even noticing. As he hid in the darkness and tried to catch his breath he heard the door being locked.
He also heard the gang run by the doorway. He was safe. But where was he?
As his eyes adjusted he could see he was in some kind of workshop. Cautiously he opened the door that led to the main part of the store and peeked through the crack.
It was some kind of toy shop. Actually as he looked at the stock for sale, he realized it was a doll shop. And a high end one too as all the merchandise looked very expensive.
Closing the door again he relaxed and thought about what to do next. There was no way he could stand against that trio of alley cats. If only he could break up the gang.
As he sat down to think, he looked around the workshop and found out he was not alone. Staring down at him from a shelf was the most beautiful white furred she-cat he had ever seen.
Her long lashed eyes were looking right at him and the smile on her full red lips told him that she liked what she saw.
Tom jumped up onto the shelf she was on. The fact she did not move told him that she wanted to get to know him.
At least that was what he thought it meant. It took Tom three minutes of attempted small talk before he realized he was talking to a plush toy.
Tom shrugged his shoulders. But still she was pretty, maybe just one kiss.
He picked up the doll and held her in a romantic clinch like they were some movie couple. And Tom bent over to kiss her.
“Not bad” he thought as he held the kiss. Unfortunately he’d leaned her too close to the edge of the shelf. He started to fall, dragging the doll with him.
Tom shut his eyes to brace for the pain as he fell towards the workbench. But he never reached it. Opening his eyes he looked up and right into the eyes of the doll. A nail had snagged on the back fabric of the doll leaving Tom suspended an inch above the bench.
Tom jokingly kissed the doll again in gratitude for saving him. But as he did he fell the last inch to the table top and found himself covered in sand.
The nail had popped several stitches from the back of the doll. The sand she had been stuffed with had all leaked out over Tom.
He shrugged and went back to trying to come up with a way to break up the gang that had chased him into the store.
Suddenly he remembered something a wise old tomcat had told him when he was younger.
Tom looked back at the empty plush doll skin. Slowly a smile came upon his face. He pulled the skin down from the nail and held it up in front of himself.
It’d be a tight squeeze, but it looked like he could fit inside it. “Nothing will break up a friendship quicker then a dame” the old tomcat had told him.
Tom loosened the stitching in the back even more to create a bigger opening. Sitting down he started to see if his plan would work.
He pushed his foot all the way to the skin’s foot. It was very snug on his leg and foot, but he did fit. He jammed his other foot in and then started to pull the suit up over his butt.
The material of the skin had no stretch to it so was very restrictive on Tom. But he was halfway in now and even managed to thread his tail into the suits feminine one.
After managing to get his hands and arms into it he pulled it up and then yanked the threads to close up the back.
Looking down at himself he liked the results. The tightness of the white furred suit had definitely trimmed him to more female proportions.
But he needed his disguise to be even more effective to make sure the gang would fight over ‘her’.
Luckily the workshop also contained a cabinet with many costumes for the dolls. Climbing down off the table Tom started looking through them.
The first thing he selected was a lacy corset made for a southern belle outfit. He wrapped it around himself and gave the laces a hard yank. The result was the air being pushed from his lungs as his body was forced into an hourglass shape.
While he was happy with the effect, he noticed his feminine shape lacked some things. Finding two rubber balls, he inserted them into the bra cups of the corset. Satisfied with these additiond he went back to looking through the costumes.
A slinky gown covered in red sequins, meant for a movie starlet doll was his next choice. He squirmed his way into the tight strapless gown and smiled as he saw his new image in a mirror.
The dress hugged every new curve but covered his top padding. Satisfied he grabbed the outfit’s matching shoes and started off to the showroom as fast as the restrictive skirt would let him.
Peering out through a small hole in the shade over the main store window, Tom saw that the gang was still searching the street for him.
He hopped onto the window shelf and finished preparing the bait for his trap. A small couch with a backdrop behind it made the perfect setting.
Sitting on it the couch, he forced the high heeled shoes on to his feet. Not only did the shoes barely fit but bending down to put them on was difficult because of the stiff corset. Catching his breath he pulled the attached doll head down over his own head. Very tight but he figured he could stand it with no problem.
Lastly he reached behind and pulled the threads closed on his suit closing the back up. A small area on the neck remained open due to the thread being ripped out. He fixed that by covering it with a pink ribbon which he tied into a big bow in back.
Hearing the three cats still outside the window he knocked loudly on it to get their attention. Getting into what he hoped was a seductive pose on the couch, he raised the shade. Time to start the show.
When the 3 cats saw what looked like the sexiest she-cat they had ever seen all 3 literally exploded in toon lust. The ‘girl’ in the window gave a flirty wave towards them.
Reforming and pressing their faces against the glass they managed to fog up the entire show window. Then all 3 waved back.
Which made them all angry since each was convinced he was the object of the ladies’ attention. A shoving match broke out among them.
This was just the reaction Tom was counting on. He should have been very happy at the sight of the fight starting.
Except he could barely see anything through the fake (but beautiful) eyes of the doll. But the sounds he heard told him a major brawl was going on outside.
He just wished he could see more than vague shapes beating the heck out of each other.
It was then he noticed he was not alone in the window. On a small table near the couch he was sitting on was a doll house. Looking out of the bedroom window of the house was a shape that Tom recognized even through the mask.
His old enemy, Jerry Mouse.
Evidently the noise from outside had woken the mouse from a sound sleep. He watched in fascination as the cats battered each other. He then turned to the pretty lady who had turned them into green eyed monsters and gave her a smile and a wink.
Instead of a smile back, ‘she’ formed her hand into a fist and slammed it down on him. Or rather smashing down on where he was as he jumped out of the way.
The hand banged painfully on the doll house’s roof. Jerry’s confusion grew as emerging from the full red lips of the lady was a cry of pain Jerry instantly recognized. The curvy lady cat was his constant tormentor, Tom!
The mouse was shocked. So much so that the false feline female was able to grab him. Jerry recognized Tom’s evil grin, even filtered through a beautiful female face. He was in trouble.
While this was going on, the noise from the fight outside continued. Suddenly there were two tremendous bangs, followed by the sound of a trashcan rolling away.
And then a deathly silence.
This was enough to distract Tom who strained through the mask to see what happened. A knock on the window glass from outside caused him to jump. Then he saw something that filled him with terror.
The fight had had a winner, Butch, the toughest black cat in the city. He smiled and tipped his ever present derby to the lady cat on the other side of the glass.
Tom was gripped by fear. This was the wrong time to be a beautiful girl, especially a fake one. He needed to get out of sight and then out of the doll.
He headed towards the window, intending to pull the shade down. But he had forgotten he was wearing high heels and losing his footing stumbled towards the wall. He had some luck in that he did not stumble head first into the window.
But he did end up leaning against the side wall, in a pose straight from a pinup calendar. An appreciative Butch looked on and let loose a wolf whistle.
Tom realized he needed both hands free to try to escape. He tossed Jerry over his shoulder and tried to balance on the tall heels to lunge for the shade pull again.
Jerry hit the wall, but the curtain lining it cushioned his impact. He had figured out what was going on and was mad enough to try for revenge on Tom.
Tom was still trying to get his balance, once he was standing he figured he’d jump for the shade pull string. Just before he jumped, Jerry did his own jump. Right down the back of Tom’s dress carrying a pin he had found in the curtain.
The first pinprick stopped Tom’s jump from happening. Confused by the pain, he cautiously took a small step towards the pull string. Feeling no pain he decided to play it safe and walk to the center of the window.
Jerry then used the pin on Tom repeatedly. So Tom flinched with every step. Problem was that what Butch then saw was a she cat shaking her tail in the sexiest walk ever.
As Tom pulled the shade down he heard the unmistakable sound of a male cat blowing his top over a girl. Once the shade was down Tom knew he had to abandon his disguise and take a chance on a beating.
He reached up to pull the ribbon and untie the bow. The ribbon did not move. He pulled and pulled but somehow it had become knotted. With the pink bow in place he could not take the head off.
He was stuck in the female doll.
Tom still struggled to try to get out of his fake femme fatale facade, but it was hopeless. He stopped his efforts when a chilling voice said “hey babe, got a kiss for your conquering hero?” Butch had gotten inside the store and was only a few feet from Tom.
The bogus babe took off for the nearest exit so fast that Jerry was dislodged from his dress and went back to his dollhouse to watch the fun unfold. Tom’s feet barely touched the ground as he raced across the room.
Maybe that’s why the high heels did not trip him up until he was moving at top speed toward the wall. Tom covered his eyes and braced for the pain when he hit.
He never did.
He struck the wall chest first and the rubber balls he had in his bra as padding worked like shock absorbers. But now after bouncing off the wall he was now travelling back towards Butch who awaited his romantic prize with outstretched arms and puckered lips.
Tom was unable to avoid ending up in Butch’s arms. He was able to avoid the kiss though.
At least at first. He was locked in the loving embrace and Butch kept up his efforts to get a kiss from the bogus babe.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Tom puckered up and gave Butch a little peck on the cheek.
Butch literally melted, leaving Tom standing near him and confused. The black cat re-formed before the mock miss could run off. But Tom was starting to understand what was going on.
He went back into his most feminine acting and planted another small kiss on Butch’s cheek.
Butch fainted dead away. By the time he woke up again, his formerly reluctant date was back sitting on the couch. ‘She’ had hiked up her skirt a bit and was showing off her legs. Also she was applying a fresh coat of lipstick. Then she motioned Butch to come over to her while she puckered up.
Butch launched himself like a rocket towards puckering up as he flew right into the kiss.
Or so he thought.
Instead he was stopped dead by a stiff arm to his chest from the girl. He tried to get in closer but she was not letting him have the kiss.
At least not without him earning it first.
She wanted something, and Jerry could only look on in horror as she pointed to him!
The mouse was barely able to avoid Butch’s swing at him with a baseball bat. Jerry jumped to the floor and swerving to avoid the black cat’s repeated blows.
Jerry headed for the door as fast as he could, chased by Butch.
As they ran outside and past the main window, Jerry glanced up to see the still disguised Tom. He was laid out on the couch, eating candy and reading a romance magazine.
The fake female looked up just long enough to give the mouse a feminine little wave as Butch chased Jerry out of sight.

END