A Cat Crossed My Path

Chapter 1: One Night Later

Hello everyone! For those that read this story before, you'll notice its undergone a radical change and for those that haven't read this story before, I hope you will enjoy it! Long story short: I wrote the first chapter for this story during a very dark time in my life and well...I ended up putting a lot of that dark stuff into the story and it wasn't until I re-read that first chapter after things got better that I realized how dark this story had become. I decided to change the angle and format of the story and rewrite the whole thing over from scratch. I put into more comedy, more amusing situations I wanted to see happen and took out practically all of the super dark content and I feel much better going forward with this story after doing so. This story is a bit of a "what if" idea, with Clawdia remaining as a cat girl after the end of the series.

Why? Because I found her to be super boring and lame once she became human/Dia again. "Foodons" was a dumb show; let's face facts but Clawdia was easily the best part and the best character in the whole series. I loved her so much that I just wanted to write something just for her, and since there are so few Fighting Foodons fics, I figure why not contribute one about everyone's favorite pink furry cat girl? This won't be a super long story. There are going to be a lot of time skips/jumps, speeding up here and there just to give you an idea of what this story will be like. I've never done a Foodons story or a story in this particular way so I hope you guys like it. With that being said, enjoy the story and remember, any and all feedback is VERY MUCH welcomed. Enjoy!

The aching pink cat girl lay lifelessly upon a strange bed. She let loose groggy sounding groans; moaning as if she was a mummy coming back from the dead. Clawdia slowly opened her pale violet eyes and adjusted to her new surroundings. She was still wearing the outfit she wore the night before: red swimsuit, large orange bow around her waist, black choker, emerald green arm bands, black and red boots and a green headdress like cloth hanging from her reddish pink hair.

"What the…where am I…how did I-ugh. My head feels like a speedboat plowed right through it," she grumbled miserably. She clutched her head; trying to stop the merciless pounding in her throbbing skull. "The last thing I remember, I was…I was in an alleyway…being attacked."

From the looks of the bed and the room, she surmised she must be in some kind of motel room. The sheets were turquoise and the pillows were dark grey. The carpet was magenta and the walls were painted a pale shade of canary yellow. There were two beds and she was sitting on the one closest to the bathroom. While it was obviously not a fancy hotel or anything glamorous, this certainly was one of the nicer looking motels she's been inside. This room didn't have roaches crawling all over the place or nasty, unidentifiable stains on the walls.

"But if I was in that alleyway, how did I end up here?" she mused out loud.

FLUSH!

Clawdia's eyes bulged in horror. Her furry face went from hot pink to ghostly white in seconds. Someone just flushed the toilet, someone is in the room with her and that someone could very well be one of the creeps that attacked her…or someone new and even worse! She curled her tail nervously around her waist and slowly turned towards the bathroom.

A young man stepped out of the bathroom. He was average height, medium, unkempt grunge green hair with bits of black in it, and wearing maroon pants and a grey t-shirt. The shirt showed a cartoon, cliché Italian chef with a white chef's hat. The chef's face was actually a pizza and had pepperoni slices arranged in the form of a smiley face and sliced green peppers shaped like a moustache. Above the pizza faced chef in gold, green and red letters read: Reggio's Pizza face stuffers. His steely blue eyes sparkled radiantly upon seeing Clawdia.

"Oh great, you're awake! I've been waiting, like, for freaking ever for you to wake up. Now I can finally do this," he beamed happily. The young man had something in his hands. The object appeared to be a roll of white tape of some kind. His smile widened as he flexed the tape, approaching Clawdia. "Now whatever you do…don't move."

"WAHHHHH, GET AWAY FROM ME KIDNAPPER!"

Clawdia screamed with a glass shattering shrill. The man cringed and clutched his ears, still holding the tape. Clawdia grabbed the closest objects within her paw's reach. She grabbed the TV remote control, a tissue box, a lamp and the room phone and hurled all of them at the man. He grunted in annoyance; shielding himself from the cat girl's mediocre arsenal.

The cat girl leapt from the bed towards the front door. She was desperate to escape her kidnapper before he gagged her with that duct tape. Lord knows what he'd do to her once he gets his hands on her.

"Come on, come on, just open already!" she shrieked.

Her paws tugged on the door, yanking and pulling again and again but with zero success. Clawdia was in such a frantic state of panic, she failed to notice the chain on the door was still locked. Her white chest fluff rise and fell rapidly due to her heavy breathing. The man approached Clawdia with his hands raised, frantically waving his arms in a "hushing" manner.

"Whoa, whoa, keep your voice down! I didn't kidnap you! Just calm down and let me-"

"Keep away from me you sick little creep!"

Clawdia reached for something she spotted on the small table in front of a window with closed blinds. She grabbed it, closed her eyes and screamed; bashing it like crazy against the man's raised arms. Unfortunately for her, all she had grabbed was a half full water bottle.

"OW, ow, would you-OW, just stop already! That is REALLY annoying," the man griped; flinching in irritation.

"I'll do this all night if I have to; anything to get you to let me go, you filthy sex criminal!"

"Oh come on, that's just rude! You've known me for like 20 seconds and you're calling me a sex criminal? I was OW trying to help, you know."

"Yeah, help yourself to me; well that's not happening hot hands. You better let me out or else I'm going to bust you up."

"No offense puss n' boots but I don't see that happening with a half empty water bottle as your weapon of choice."

Clawdia stopped for a moment. She examined the bottle in her claws, failing to realize that's what it was until just now. Most of the water had splashed out over her white furry chest and over the man's pizza T-shirt. The cat girl groaned and slammed the bottle to the ground. She snapped her fluffy pink fingers and revealed her cat claws. The man gulped loudly.

"Let's see if you change your mind after getting a face full of pain," Clawdia fiercely growled. She lunged forward, raising her claws in preparation for a swipe.

The man cried out in fear. He reached behind his back to remove something that was strapped to his back. He whipped out an ash black frying pan and placed it in front of Clawdia's oncoming swipe, her paw smashed into the pan with a quaking clang. Clawdia recoiled her paw and broke into a deafening howl. Her pink paw turned a painful shade of red, it throbbed like a thumping heartbeat in her other hand.

"WAAAAHHHH, where did you get a freaking frying pan from?" she screamed miserably; still clutching her throbbing paw.

"Oh this? Well um, actually, I sell cookware on the side. I make my own cooking products and I travel-"

Clawdia crunched her boot into the man's right foot before he could finish. He was wearing only a pair of white socks. He roared thunderously and dropped the frying pan to comfort his foot; accidentally dropping the pan right onto his other foot. The man dropped to the floor on his back, he clutched both his feet and just howled endlessly in devastating pain.

"This is my chance," Clawdia said.

The cat girl bolted towards the window; not even bothering to mess with the door locks a second time. Luckily, the brief breeze fluttering under the plaid colored curtains indicated the window was open. She smirked confidently. This meant she could slip out without busting through glass, then make a break for it and get away from this kidnapping creep.

"No-no-no-no wait, that's a really bad idea. You're going to get yourself killed," the man pleaded. He struggled to stand back onto his feet. He outstretched his arm to her, trying to get her to come back.

"Nice try sucker but I'm not falling for that trick. I'm an expert at escaping out of tight spots. I'm high tailing it out of here and there's nothing in this world that's going to stop me," she smugly taunted.

Clawdia had spent most of her life tricking and trapping others with lines like that. There was no way she was going to fall for the same stunts she used to pull on Chase and his do-gooder friends, no way. She leapt towards the window, soaring over and out of the room as if she were a bird. She squealed with joy as she watched the table and everything else in the room fall out of her range of vision. Clawdia felt the wind against her whiskers; she could see the night sky and internal view of the motel they were staying at. She was finally home free…or so she thought.

It was at this time Clawdia noticed that she was sailing over some railings outside of the motel room door. They were on the second floor and Clawdia was now heading right towards the square framed swimming pool below her. Her violet eyes turned pale and empty, she felt her heart sink; as would the rest of her in a few terrifyingly short seconds.

"Well except for that," she said; laughing nervously.

SPLASH!

Clawdia plummeted into the swimming pool. Her body splattered onto the pool, face down with her arms and legs outstretched; smashing down with a crushing slap so loud; the man could hear it all the way up to his room. Clawdia's pink body floated there for a few seconds; soggily drifting before sinking down to the bottom of the pool. The man quickly rushed to the edge of the railing bars. He spotted Clawdia sinking like an anvil and thudding loudly at the bottom.

"Yeah…that was really stupid," he groaned.

One impromptu swimming rescue later…

Clawdia sat miserably in a green chair; back in the hotel room she failed to escape from. The pink cat girl was shivering all over. Her pink fur was completely soaked, dripping puddles of icy cold pool water from her tail and wilted ears. She was wrapped in several thick, white motel towels. The man stared blankly at her as he ran the air dryer over her head and face.

"So yeah if your done winning the dumb ass of the year award, I was trying to tell you we're up on the second floor and jumping out of the window was a huge frigging mistake," the man dryly snapped.

"Well what did you expect? You took an unconscious girl back to a motel room without her permission and came at me with this whole creepy-ass-kidnapper-look on your face; not to mention the duct tape," she grumbled. Clawdia refused to look at the man. Anytime they're eyes crossed paths, she would close hers or turn her head in the opposite direction of his. Her limp noodle of a tail twisted up into a frustrated bind. "For all I knew, you were going to strap me to a chair and hack me to pieces with a chainsaw; ya creep."

"For the thousandth time, that was MEDICAL tape NOT duct tape and for the hundredth thousandth time, my name is Graham," he angrily barked.

"Looked like duct tape to me…"

"Well clearly, you were wrong. Not many people would just risk their life for a complete stranger like that, twice I might add."

"What do you want, a medal of honor?"

"Well that would look nicely hanging off my vanity mirror, but I was thinking a simple thank you would suffice!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know what kind of thank you you're thinking of. You want me to repay you with my body, don't you sex fiend?"

Graham slammed the hair dryer on the table. He growled and snarled; forcing every fowl mouthed response he wanted to unleash down his throat. This girl was driving him up a wall and he just wanted to throw her back into the pool and let her drown like a waterlogged rat. In all his life, he had never met anyone as obnoxiously stubborn as this pain-in-the-ass cat girl. He bent down and moved towards her bunched up tail, spotting the puddles forming on the carpet.

"H-h-h-hey, what do you think you're doing down there?" Clawdia gasped.

"Trying to remove the stick from your stubborn ass, but since that's clearly impossible, I'll settle for unwinding your tail," Graham muttered; trying to focus on untangling the twisted tail. The tail squirmed frantically in his grasp.

"Don't touch my tail! A cat's tail is extremely sensi-"

SNAP!

"MEEEEEOOOOW!"

Graham loudly snapped the tail straight. Clawdia screeched like a banshee, she bolted from her seat and slammed her head into the ceiling with a crackling crunch. The towels dropped from her body and down onto Graham's head. Clawdia landed right back into the chair, groaning from the multiple pains shooting throughout both her head and her backside.

"Hey, hey, Clawdia; are you all right?" Graham asked; sounding somewhat concerned. He lightly slapped her furry cheeks. A small trickle of blood dripped from her forehead; the ceiling must have cut her when she crashed into it. He flashed a middle finger in front of her. "Hey, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Ugh…oh bite me," she groaned; clutching her aching head. "On second thought, don't. You'd probably enjoy that too much." The cat girl couldn't stop her head from pounding. She didn't even feel the stinging sensations in her tail anymore.

Graham looked at Clawdia; twitching and suffering like that. He knew he couldn't just let her sit and stew in her misery like that…even if she did deserve it a little.

He moved over to the bed and picked up the medical tape. He pulled up the other chair in front of Clawdia's, leaning forward with the tape in his extending hand. Clawdia stubbornly shook her head. She wanted nothing to do with the smart mouthed man.

"I know you're pissed at me and everything, but is it that unthinkable to accept my help when you're legitimately hurt?" he blurted out; exasperated with his frequent frustrations with her.

Feeling the wound in her head stinging more and more, Clawdia groaned and reluctantly agreed to let Graham help. She lowered her paw from her head and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Now just sit still, keep your eyes on me and I promise you won't feel a thing," he said comfortingly.

Though he didn't realize it, that last part ended up becoming a lie. Clawdia felt everything that was happening to her…just not in the way she expected she would.

Graham gently dabbed Clawdia's forehead with a damp washcloth; lightly dabbing away the blood. His hands moved to place the bandages across her forehead. She felt his hands brush across her pink fur, sending tingling shivers up and down her relaxing body. He moved so carefully, treating her with such delicate precision. A growing sense of warmth was filling her body up as he wrapped the bandages around her wound. Her eyes twinkled in awe at the haunting beauty of Graham's warm and compassionate blue orbs. She didn't even feel damp anymore. The pain, the cold, the wetness, everything seemed to blissfully melt away as Graham worked his medicine magic on her.

"Done and done, all finished. How do you feel now?" he asked.

Clawdia stared dreamily at the young man's face; too enchanted by those eyes to realize he even asked her a question. She shook her head and gasped in embarrassment. She placed her paws to her cheeks; she was blushing so hard she felt like she was on fire.

"It's so weird…he looks so different up close like this. Has he always looked this good, or is this my concussion talking? Ah, what am I saying?! Why am I getting all worked up over this guy? All he did was bandage my head, and I only needed bandages because he was a colossal idiot! Still…he has been awfully nice to me…despite how rotten I've been to him. I guess I should be more grateful considering the giant kitty litter mess he pulled me out of."

"Hey whiskers, you alive in there? I asked how you feel."

Clawdia shook out of her sporadic stupor, still mildly flushed from the strangely comforting bandage application.

"Oh I uh…f-f-feel much better actually…t-t-thank you for this. And-and also, thanks for you know…saving my life back there," she said; staring sheepishly down at her red boots.

"Yeah well…it was on my delivery route and I just…I just didn't like the look of things when I saw you there. I only did what anyone would have done," he nervously replied. His cheeks blushed as well.

"Heh, you clearly don't know me very well. No one was coming to get this cat out of any tree. As far as most people are concerned, I'm better off as roadkill," Clawdia somberly stated.

"That's um pretty messed up, you know that?" he said; slightly shocked.

"Yeah well, I'm a pretty messed up person," she replied dryly.

"Why, just because you used to work for the Gluttons?"

That question struck her like a bullet to the heart. She didn't realize Graham knew she was a former Glutton. She assumed that he didn't know who she was or anything about her background. He wouldn't have bothered to save her furry butt if he knew otherwise, right?

Did this mean he regrets saving her life, was his family captured by the Gluttons at some point, what does she do now?

"I uh…I d-didn't know that you knew that I am uh…I mean I was uh-"

"You think I wouldn't have saved your life unless I had no idea who you are?"

Unable to form a response without stuttering or trembling like a skittering mouse, Clawdia slowly nodded. Graham picked up a water bottle, laughed briefly, and then gulped down a few swallows of the bottle.

"Well that's a lousy freaking thing to say. Though, I suppose if I worked with a bunch of A-Holes who pissed everyone off by trying to take over the world; I'd have a pretty lousy freaking view of myself too."

Graham stood up and approached Clawdia. His warm smile sent unsuspecting chills down her spine; chiseling the sturdiness in her legs little by little. She didn't know why this stranger she's known only for a few hours was having this effect on her, but he was. She felt compelled to leave but felt an even stronger urge to stay, stay in those gorgeous eyes and roguish smile of his.

"So…now that I'm all fixed up and those sleaze balls are probably gone, where does that leave us now?" she asked curiously.

"Pizza, lots and lots of pizza," he said intensely.

"Wait what?" she said; doing a double take.

GURGLE!

Graham's stomach thundered as if an earthquake was going off inside of his gut. He kneeled over, clutching his gut and groaning like a dog begging for scraps.

"I'm dying for some deep dish action here. Seriously, I'm going to start eating my own farts if we don't find something edible to shove into my face," he moaned miserably.

"Classy guy, huh?" she thought to herself.

GURGLE! GURGLE!

Clawdia's face turned beat red. Her own stomach was shriveling up and gurgling just as loudly, she couldn't remember the last time she had a decent meal.

"Oh all right, we can go get some pizza, not like I got anything better to do," she said with a sarcastic snap.

"Perfect! We can take my delivery scooter, Reggie is probably wondering where the Hell I am anyway," he laughed sheepishly.

"Wait a minute, you're a pizza delivery boy, and-and your boss's name is Reggie? D-does that mean that… it does. You CHEAP ASS! You're taking me to eat at the pizza place you work for, the one that's on your shirt right, right?" she fiercely nagged.

"Yeah, what's your point?"

"Ugh! Just my luck, I had to have my tail saved by the cheapest cheapskate on the planet. Why can't I ever get rescued by some billionaire or a-"

WHAM!

"YEEEEEOOOW!"

Clawdia's snide comment was silenced by the ear splitting scream that erupted from her lips. As they were exiting the hotel room, Graham had intentionally slammed the door shut as quickly as possible; catching her tail in the doorway. Her pink tail was mangled into a frazzled, twisted up noodle. She painfully pulled her tail out of the doorway; no thanks to her "knight-in-shining armor."

"Uh oh! It looks pretty messed up. Guess you'll have to find one of those imaginary billionaire hero types to pop out of nowhere and save your tail, or you know; be a lot nicer to the cheapskate, whichever comes first."

"Why yooooooou…I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Clawdia screamed like a raging lunatic, claws flailing and fangs bore. Graham ran like the wind and quickly headed towards the staircase leading to the ground floor.

Graham and Clawdia sat uncomfortably close on the rusty red pizza scooter. The bike wasn't designed for two people and since the back tray was meant for carrying pizzas, the cat girl was forced to bear hug Graham from behind. Her arms wrapped securely around his waist, her face buried in the base of his back. He wore an old, beat up, black cloth jacket that read "Juice corp." on the upper left pocket of the front of the jacket; grey sleeve cuffs were tattered and torn. Since there was only one helmet on the bike, Graham insisted Clawdia wear it.

"Okay, not that I really care about your no-doubt boring backstory, but there's a few things that are really confusing me right now. For starters, why didn't you just take me back to your place after you rescued me, what was the deal with the motel room?" Clawdia asked.

"Oh that. Well, I don't really have a place…I have an RV, I live in it and I was worried that you'd freak out when you woke up in a tiny, cramped place."

"Wait, so you rented a motel room just for my sake?"

"Well…rent is a strong word. The owner is one of my best customers. He orders pizzas from Reggio's like all the time. I sort of gave him a free pizza in exchange for using an empty room for a few hours, he was cool with it."

"Aren't you going to get in trouble with your boss for doing that? That pizza cost him money."

"That's okay; you can just pay me back with your body! You know? Like you promised earlier?"

WHAM!

Clawdia angrily throttled her fists against Graham's head for that remark. Her pink paws pounded into his dark hair like a jackhammer; badgering and beating against him like a punching bag.

"You ass, you creep, you filthy pervert! I knew it, I knew it, I'll teach you to say that kind of crap to a lady," she angrily barked.

"OW, OW, HEY QUIT IT! It was a joke all right? Just a stupid joke, OW, I'm still driving here," he exclaimed. Graham swerved from side to side, struggling to stay balanced as Clawdia pounded on his helmetless head.

"You hear anyone laughing smart ass? No! But keep it up and I promise you'll be hearing a lot more of this," Clawdia said. She leaned in and shrieked her loudest cat cry directly in Graham's ear.

Graham's eyes nearly jumped out of his skull. He felt like his ears were going to shatter like glass, his fingers shook uncontrollably; jerking the scooter side to side again. He turned the scooter towards an oncoming pot hole. The scooter violently rolled over the pot hole, bumping the bike and silencing Clawdia's screeching. The cat girl cringed in pain and covered her mouth with both paws.

"You big serk…I bit mah tongue," she mumbled pitifully. She stared at her wounded tongue; trying to get a sense of how badly she bit into it.

"Maybe that will teach you: never hit a smart ass while he's driving," he smugly replied. Graham winked to Clawdia and spat his tongue out at her.

"Oh ssshush up," she grumbled.

Eventually, they made it to the pizza restaurant. Reggio's pizza place was about as average looking as any other business building: pale grey paint, rusty red roof, and a big glowing, rotating sign in the parking lot. Clawdia noticed an RV parked in the far back of the restaurant, it was parked far enough back that other employees could use the parking lot without the RV taking up all the space.

Graham parked the scooter at the designated employee delivery spot. He hopped off and started heading towards the front door; unaware of Clawdia's hesitation.

"Wait," she said; biting her lip nervously.

He stopped and turned to look at her.

"Look, thanks for the rescue, cleaning me up and the offer for dinner but…maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I-I think I should just go. Sorry to have wasted your time."

"Why? What makes this such a bad idea? It's just dinner, I'm not asking you to sign your soul away."

"Because we…we barely know each other. It would be too weird; two total strangers meeting like this and sitting down to eat like it's a….like it's a-"

"Date?"

Clawdia looked sad for a moment. She twiddled her claws behind her back; blushing nervously. Eventually she nodded.

Graham mulled her words over. He rubbed his chin; looking deep in thought as his bike gloved hands ran slowly through his winding dark hair. Clawdia blinked in surprise as Graham suddenly snapped his fingers. He was smiling broadly, looking at her as if he made some brilliant discovery and she was a vital clue to his newfound surge of developing happiness.

"There's an easy way to fix that," he scratched his nose; grinning even wider than before. "My name's Graham, I'm a Taurus and I like pizza, Pepsi, music, making stuff with my hands and traveling. My dad died when I was 10 due to a heart attack and my mom apparently wanted nothing to do with me after I turned 5. She left me and my younger brother in foster care, and thanks to them, we got split up eventually and I haven't seen him since I was 10. I worked odd jobs my whole life until Reggie took me in, helping me learn to make cookware and help pool enough savings to buy that RV: the one thing I truly own. I don't like velvet clothing, I hate the word candle, I love to laugh and I'm about to have dinner with a cat girl named Clawdia."

The forwardness of the young man stunned Clawdia; paralyzing her with a brazen sense of honesty she was not used to. All her life, the pink cat girl had used lies, deception and trickery to make a dishonest living. She didn't know who or what was real anymore. She's not even really a cat; just a cursed human too scared to go back to a life she had no memories of. Her Glutton days taught her nothing of loyalty or friendship. The only thing she learned while being a Glutton was that everyone hates you, no matter which side of the coin your face is on.

For the first time in her life, was being given an honest chance to be truthful…to be herself. Not out of manipulation or blind obedience, but because someone genuinely wanted to get to know her.

"M-m-m-my name is Clawdia…but…it used to be Dia," she started to say. Her furry lips quivered nervously. It was taking all her strength to speak from her heart, revealing truths and secrets not even the Gluttons knew about. "I like root beer and I'm a Scorpio…but I don't really put much stock in horoscopes. I'm actually a human girl cursed by King Gourge. After he was defeated, I was too scared to see who I was before the curse and decided to hold onto the magic and remain a cat. I feared that turning human again would make me lose all my memories and everything that I am as a person would disappear too." She laughed weakly, sniffling with a wet, whimper of a sob. "Despite how much everyone hated me, Glutton and Rebel alike, I liked myself enough to stay the way I am now. I care enough about me even if no one else did."

"Chase and his friends offered to help, but I had caused them and the world so much trouble; I couldn't burden them like that again. I wanted to make it on my own and achieve some kind of a respectable life. No one wanted to hire a former terrorist though. I work at a crappy Chinese restaurant with an abusive manager and live in an even crappier basement makeshift apartment below the restaurant. I get harassed routinely by this guy named Jonas, he and his buddies grope me and say lewd things to me every time I see them. They were the ones you rescued me from."

Graham's eyes widened at this response. He opened his mouth to say something, but Clawdia raised her paw and looked pleadingly towards him; asking him to wait.

"I like who I am but no one likes or wants me and I sometimes end up hating myself just because I'm around it so much. Sometimes I feel like this is my punishment and I have to suffer for all the bad that I've done. I don't want to hurt anyone or terrorize any villages with monsters anymore, but I don't know if I matter enough anymore that what I want makes a difference. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing with my life…only that that's all I have left…my life and nothing more."

"That's not true."

The man approached Clawdia, boldly and tenderly. His eyes stared into her tear soaked orbs with compassion her heart had never known. All the cold, empty, agonizing pain she was feeling fluttered away; chased off like a flock of birds in a park. This was a moment beyond her reasoning, beyond any dream she'd had or would ever have. This was a very special moment, one she she'd remember for the rest of her life.

"You have something else too, something you don't even realize," he said charmingly. The silver blades of moonlight shimmered beautifully in his luminous blue eyes.

"Y-y-yeah, w-w-what's that?" she said breathlessly. Cheeks flushed and heartrate pounding.

"My hand on your ass," he said commandingly.

THWAP!

Clawdia suddenly felt a warm, squeezing pair of fingers kneading her firm ass like cookie dough. The redness in her cheeks exploded into a full blown firestorm. The tender, loving moment she had ingrained into her brain would be forever tainted by this pervert's odious behavior. Steam shot out of her ears. She had a look in her eyes that would kill the devil himself, and she was aiming it right at that very same creep whose hand was still permanently fused with her buttocks.

"YOU PERVERTED BASTARD!"

She swung her claw wielding hand at his head; finding nothing but air wiggling between her razor sharp digits. Clawdia looked around and saw Graham running towards the restaurant. He was laughing and waving, signaling her to come and chase him into the pizza place.

"When I get my claws on you, I'm going to turn your ass to Swiss cheese and then decorate the pizza with it!" she screamed scornfully.

"Ha, ha, guess you're going to have to come inside to get me if you want your hands on my ass. I'm quite flattered and it's up for grabs if you really want it. Yours is top shelf by the way, top freaking shelf! I'll be waiting inside for you, and I'll have a hot cheese pizza and an ice cold grape soda when you decide to come in," he said joyfully. The young man vanished behind the front door; jingling a small bell as he entered.

Clawdia continued to pout and curse Graham's name with every filthy word her devious mind could concoct. Her mind was racing with the most nefarious means of payback she would unleash on that perverted pizza delivery boy.

"Ugh…oh what the hell…I'm too hungry to think straight. I'll go eat that stupid jerk's pizza and drink his soda. It's a free meal and a free chance to get him back for the Hell he put me through tonight," she grumbled angrily in defeat. Her red boots clomped as she walked towards the front door. An odd smile forming as she entered, "Let's see how much fun Mr. Handsy thinks this date is going to be."

To be continued…

If your reading this then thank you very much for reading it all the way to the end! I'm still sorting out all the bugs in this story so any ideas, suggestions, comments, criticisms are heavily encouraged and supremely appreciated. Let me know what worked, what didn't and what you'd like to see next. Until then, bye for now!