Tammie Cat in "Please Be Quiet"

Inspired by the Tom & Jerry short "Quiet Please." Features slapstick, butt-focused fetish hijinks and anthro characters

Rex the rottweiler laid his blanket down on the carpet. It was too small for him and was tattered and old, but it was his blanket. Yawning and smiling, he curled down on top of it, ready for a long, peaceful nap.

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

Rex sat up, gripping his blanket in fear, as Tammie the cat ran into the room armed with a hammer and chasing the two mice, Peeps and Squeaks. The two mice ran in a panicked circle around Rex, barely evading the hammer swings as the white cat swung again and again in a bloodthirsty rage, bashing craters into the floor.

The mice ran out of the room and Tammie followed. Rex stood up, pointing his finger after them, but his eyes immediately bugged out in panic and he ducked to the floor.

KABLAAMMM

He was a bit too late, however, as a gunshot rang out and a bullet separated the hair on top of his head from his scalp, leaving him bald. The top part of his hair rotated and spun in the air like a toupee before floating down.

KABLAAMMM

The two mice ran back into the room. Rex, ass up, head down on the floor, covered his ears. Tammie ran in after them, holding a shotgun that was longer than she was tall. Propping one foot up on Rex's ass, completely oblivious to his presence, she took aim and fired, the gun bucking widely.

KABLAAMMM

Rex opened his eyes and looked up, growling at the cat using his bum as a footstool.

Tammie ignored him and ran after the mice, reloading the shotgun with a ca-clack.

Before she could leave, Rex's arm shot out and grabbed her around the neck.

"URK" she choked as Rex pulled the white cat who was half his size up to his face.

"Listen lady," he growled. "I'm trying to take a nap. A little beauty rest, see?"

Tammie nodded, though she was slowly turning blue and was flailing around in the air.

"So why don't you lay off the noise, huh? Or I'll skin you alive!" Rex shouted, pulling her face up to his before tossing Tammy away.

Tammie landed on her round butt and skidded across the carpet, spinning widely, before colliding against a nearby sofa.

Tammie pried herself off of the cushions and rubbed her sore ass. She looked over her shoulder at Rex's direction in acidic resentment.

A shrill whistle broke through the air and Tammie winced before whirling around.

Peeps was standing next to some drapes. With an theatrical air they pulled the drapes apart like curtains, revealing a crude stick figure drawing of a cat with an arrow pointing to it and the word "stinky."

Fuming, Tammie ran after the mouse, chasing them around a corner where she almost collided with Squeaks who was standing with a fireplace poker in one hand and a metal pan in the other.

Tammie lunged but Squeaks threatened to bash the pan with the poker, and she stopped with a skidding sound.

Smiling down at the mice, but her face scrunched up in absolute hate, she gave them a little wave and then turned on her heel to casually walk away.

As soon as she turned around and her rather wide hips and round buns came into view, however, Squeaks jabbed the poker forward like a lance, stabbing it right into the middle of her right buttcheek.

Tammie leapt up into the air, grabbing her mouth. She ran across the room and down the hall and dove out the cat door before screaming "YOWWWW" out in the front lawn.

Panting, she turned and looked at her butt, the poker still embedded in her cheek, sticking out like a second tail.

She turned, wincing, and grabbed the poker in both her hands and then slowly tried to pull it out. It was stuck fast.

Covering her face with one hand and turning away, she gripped with poker with the other hand and wrenched it out with a sudden jerk.

POINK

"Yowwowowoowow" Tammie yelped, dancing in panic, holding her ass.

***

Later in the day, Tammie was walking down the hallway, a newspaper under her arm. She peeked through the doorway into the living room. Rex was curled up in a ball sucking his thumb and clutching his old raggedy blanket.

Tammie tiptoed quickly past the doorway.

At the far end of the hall in a secluded corner was her litter box, with green fumes rising from it.

Turning around and wriggling her butt over the sand, Tammie slowly lowered herself into a squat.

As her butt slowly descended, the sand vibrated and shifted, before suddenly, a bear trap emerged from the sand, clamping down and squeezing her entire ass in its jaws.

Tammie's face turned an instant red, her lips squeezed together, and her eyes bugged out; her entire face contorted like she was some sort of frog as a scream filled her lungs. She whirled around to see Peeps and Squeaks waving at her from the doorway to the living room, just a few feet away. Tammie looked around in a panic, the steel bear trap swinging around on her poor tortured butt.

Unable to hold the scream any longer Tammie plunged her head into the litterbox like an ostrich and screamed, the sound muffled but with a strong enough vibration that the entire house shook.

In the other room, Rex rolled over unaware in his sleep.

Meanwhile, Tammie's whole body deflated as she fell to her knees. She lifted her head out of the sand with a pop. Her face was green and scrunched up in disgust. She opened her mouth and her tongue rolled out, a mound of litter box sand resting on it.

***

In the study, Tammie laid in the sun on her pillow. She was lying on her stomach, her round butt sticking up in the air. It was decorated with several white bandages shaped like x's.

She sighed and rolled over onto her side. At least the sun felt warm. Tail swishing, she slowly reached down and absently scratched at her belly with her small, slender hand. Lifting her leg up like a dancer, she closed her eyes, and her hand slid lower...

POINK

Something bounced off her forehead. Sitting up, Tammie winced and then blushed, moving her hands away from herself. She turned and saw a red cylindrical object resting on the floor. There was a string leading from it and the string was on fire. A fuse. A firecracker.

A blur of motion, Tammie picked up the firecracker and hurled it out the window, where it splashed harmlessly in the bird fountain outside.

Tammie sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She then heard small squeaking snickering and looked up to see Peeps and Squeaks hiding in the chandelier directly above her. Between them they were holding a cardboard box which they overturned, raining dozens of fireworks down on the floor.

 Tammie gasped and darted after them, picking the firecrackers up and tossing them one after another out the window. The last firecracker started to roll away and she grabbed it, then reared back to throw only to see, mid-swing, that the window had been closed, with Peeps and Squeaks standing in front of it.

Tammie's arm slowed in mid throw with a screeching breaking sound.

Licking her thumb and forefinger, she tried to pinch off the fuse, but the tiny flame danced up and down the fuse like it had a mind of its own, evading her fingers each time.

The flame eventually descended into the cylinder, and it began to rumble in her hands. Tammie was sweating bullets. There was no way she could make it outside. She needed to muffle the sound.

In one panicked motion, she clutched the firecracker in her hand and shoved it all the way up asshole. The force was so sudden and so uncomfortable that she gagged, and her eyes bugged out. But she bit her lip through it and slammed her already damaged butt down on her pillow and plugged her ears.

POMF

The pillow exploded, but a soft and nearly soundless explosion that scattered feathers across the room. Tammie was rocketed upward only to fall back down on the pillow again ass first. She opened her mouth and a ball of smoke escaped. Her eyes were gigantic, and her whole body was shaking as she slowly lifted herself off the pillow. Knees wobbling, she turned and inspected her butt.

All the fur had been blasted off leaving the buttcheeks completely bare, which were bright red and swollen like a baboon's ass; the impact had left her asshole gaping and each cheek misshapen, more crescent shaped than buttcheek shaped.

Peeps and Squeaks wolf whistled from the chandelier.

Turning her ass to the wall, Tammie sheepishly walked sideways out of the room.

***

In the kitchen, Tammie opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of milk. Holding the bottle in one hand, she adjusted her new "skirt" with the other. It was a lampshade that she was wearing around her waist to cover her poor abused butt.

She sighed. She couldn't wait for Rex to wake up so that she could finally catch those mice. They were going to taste so good, she thought. Images of mouse kebabs and mouse burgers floated through her mind as she leaned against the fridge and sipped her milk through a straw.

Another shrill whistle caused Tammie to wince, and she almost spiked her milk bottle onto the porcelain in rage. Stopping herself only at the last second. She looked up and saw Peeps and Squeaks standing near the ceiling on a small ledge that ran around the room. Decorating the ledge were a bunch of collectable china plates. Dozens of them. Grinning, Peeps and Squeaks both tilted the plate together. It wobbled toward the floor.

Tammie shook her head in protest, so fast her face blurred.

Peeps and Squeaks ignored her and knocked the plate down.

Tammie ran up and caught the plate in her hand, but the mice moved onto the next one, throwing it to the ground with abandon. Tammie ran after catching the plate on top of the previous one. Peeps and Squeaks ran down the edge, knocking down every single plate. Tammie ran after, catching each plate on top of the last in a growing, wobbling tower of china. Each plate clinked threateningly as it landed on the one below it and Tammie's legs began to buckle and wobble.

The tower of plates reached nearly to the ceiling. Tammie's knees knocked against each other and she very gingerly set the tower down on the floor. She collapsed, face down ass up, gripping the wobbling tower of plates in her arms.

Behind her, Peeps and Squeaks skipped toward her. One held a large tub of ice cream and the other a wooden spoon. Tammie bit her lip in terror. In her awkward bent over position, the lampshade did not provide any sort of covering or protection. The two mice could see right up her skirt to her ass, still bright red and hairless, but having regained its normal shape.

Peeps held the tub of ice cream while Squeaks dipped the spoon in, covering it with globs of strawberry ice cream. With a tremendous swing, Squeaks slammed the cold sloppy spoon against Tammie's damaged butt. Tammie's tail shot up and poofed up from the sudden cold and pain. She shuddered, and the plate tower wobbled more violently in her arms.

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

Squeaks spanked her with the spoon again and again, each swipe slathering Tammie's ass in cold, freezing ice cream. Tammie held strong, biting her lip, her eyes rolling back.

Squeaks frowned in disappointment. Peeps stepped forward and crawled onto Tammie's back before turning the tub of ice cream upside down and emptying the whole container onto her butt with one mighty sloshing splat.

This was the last straw, chills like massive earthquakes vibrated through Tammie's body, traveling from her butt to her hands, and the plate tower exploded. Plates fell everywhere, shattering on the floor in a never-ending cacophony of high-pitched crashing sounds.

In the other room, Rex slowly rose from his nap, squinting. Then he opened his bloodshot eyes, his face slowly contorting with rage.

Tammie ran up and slammed the back of his head in with a baseball bat.

Momentarily stunned by the blow, stars circled around Rex's head, and he fell face first on the ground. Tammie pulled out Rex's lower jaw like a cash register door and poured an entire bottle of sleeping pills into it. She slammed the jaw shut and it made a soft "ka-ching"

Smiling to herself, Tammie lifted Rex's eyelid, revealing the text "out cold" written across his eye.

WHAMBANGWHAMBANG

Marching into the room carrying toy drums, the two mice were playing a victory song, but they stopped when they saw that Rex wasn't moving.

Peeps ran up to Rex's ear and bashed away on the drum to no effect.

Tammie leaned against Rex's head and smiled like a jack o' lantern. The mice were stunned. Tammie reached down and tore one of the drumsticks from Peeps' hand and bashed out a solo on Rex, his spine making xylophone noises, his head a steel drum, his bum cheeks a timpani. Then, lifting up his lower body by his tail, she battered the drumstick against his massive testicles, which made a clashing cymbal noise.

Peeps and Squeaks both grabbed at their crotches in sympathetic pain, frozen in horror.

Tammie slammed both the drumstick and Rex's rear against the ground. The mice turned pale.

Tammie arched her back into a perfect crescent and let out a horrific, monstrous hiss.

The mice bolted, going in opposite directions.

Tammie followed Peeps, chasing them around the room in a wild savage fury. Peeps ran across the couch and Tammie bounded after him on all fours, her claws tearing at the upholstery. Squeaks, meanwhile, was screaming into Rex's ear. He lifted the eyelid, but the eyeball still read "out cold." He lifted the other, which read "Eat at Joe's." Puzzled, but choosing to ignore it, Squeaks dashed away.

Tammie was swinging a baseball bat at Peeps, smashing through furniture. Peeps dove into a desk drawer, and it slammed shut. Tammie opened the drawer only for Peeps to pop out of another drawer, which quickly shut as she reached for it. Holding her baseball bat over her head, Tammie watched with red, rage filled eyes to smack the mouse as soon as it showed itself. A lower drawer opened instead, bashing Tammie in the shin and Peeps ran away. Tammie clutched her shin and hopped on one leg, howling.

Squeaks ran up to Rex with a massive sewing needle. He stood on top of the rottweiler and jabbed the needle over and over into its asscheeks, to no reply. Jumping down to the floor, Squeaks landed between Rex's legs and decided to aim a little lower. Rex's body lifted up with each pointed strike, but no reaction. Squeaks ran around the dog and stared in disbelief. The needle was completely bent into a zigzag.

Peeps ran and dove into the sofa cushions, burrowing like a gopher. Tammie dove after them, tearing at the cushions, fluff flying everywhere.

Squeaks carried an extension cord plug over his head, the wire trailing behind him. He ran up to Rex and rammed the plug into the dog's nose, a prong in each nostril.

BzZZZzzzAAAPPPP

Rex was lifted off the ground as electricity coursed through his body. His whole body shook, and his eyes opened immediately. He yanked the cord out of his nose, hissing and huffing and panting, and he turned to see Tammie taking a hatchet to the sofa, splinters and hunks of wood and fluff flying into the air with each chop.

WHAK

WHAK

WHAK

Rolling up his sleeve, Rex charged at her.

Peeps and Squeaks watched with wide grins on their faces. Pieces of furniture flew across the room bashing and banging and punching and slapping and scratching and yowling. All culminating in a massive "SHRIPPPPPP" followed by an ear splitting "MEERYOWWWW."

The two mice covered their mouths in gleeful shock.

***

Rex laid his new blanket across the floor, ready to go to sleep. Although it didn't look much like a blanket, more like a pair of white long johns, complete with a hole in the seat.

Rex stretched out, completely content.

Across the room, Tammie was hogtied with the electrical cord. Her arms were tied to her ankles and her knees were bent forward. She was completely hairless, and her bright pink naked body was vibrating with rage. An apple was jammed into her mouth as a gag.

The two mice walked by her and smiled, on their way to the kitchen. Tammie glared at them.

A few seconds later, she heard the soft footsteps of the mice on their way back through the kitchen. Tammie turned, as much as she was able to tied up, and saw the two Peeps and Squeaks lifting a pineapple over their heads like a battering ram. The two mice charged directly at Tammie's unprotected rear.

Tammie shook her head, but the mice ignored her and continued to run forward at full speed.

SHUUNNCCKKK

Tammie's eyes bugged out, her eyes crossed and then rolled back and then bounced around like ping pong balls as her body shook with the indescribable pain. Her eyeballs whirled like slot machine dials before settling on text that read "TILT" as she passed out.

THE END