Here is a short little story i wrote in a sketchbook swap at Indy Fur Con for  mlw

Short, simple, and lightly edited. Hope you enjoy!

Critiques appreciated :D

**UPDATE** MLW Drew me something AMAZING in return! Go check it out! ^^ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28514875/

(PDF has spaces and nice stuff, but here is the text for those of you on your phones and stuff)

The Cabaret Fox
By: BlueZest
At the foot of the Montmartre Hill in Paris, France, glittered the glitz and lights of the Nouvelle Eve Cabaret. Outside, the roar of the streets and crowds were forgotten in the quiet intensity of the stage show. Decadent meals served to rich, sweating men by silent waiters. Aside from the ever attentive wait staff, all eyes were fixed on the slow dancing figure in front of them.
She was lithe, even for a fox, and she glided between the three poles held by heavily muscled wolf-men. Their eyes were fixed as well upon the fox as she danced among the poles above them, a heavily rehearsed dance, but still an awe inspiring spectacle.
Her silken clothes fell away as she danced to the orchestra playing below, revealing gray fur soft to the eyes. The men in the crowd shifted as she danced and undressed, a murmur of discomfort as she made to remove her top, but stopped, toying with their eyes as she spun gently around, bending back at the end to land in a graceful bow.
There was a brief pause of stunned silence before the applause, which became raucous as the host of the show spoke in French to the excited audience as the fox left the stage.
As the fox went behind the heavy curtains, the noise from the crowd became quickly muffled, and she smirked slightly before pulling on a thick robe. In a few more moments she was out the side door into the closed alleyway, the brisk air causing her breath to cloud in front of her.
Little noise from the outside streets penetrated the alley, as a large fence and door blocked off the alley from the main roads. It was peaceful, if a little cold, and the fox rested for a moment with eyes closed as the sweat steamed off her fur.
Suddenly, a crash from the fence brought up her attention, and she looked in surprise as a large poodle-man chuckled as he walked through the door, two large bulldog guardsman walking behind him.
"Ah, mademoiselle. You are the American dancer, yes?" he said, stepping forward with a smile, hands rubbing together.
She gave the poodle and his guards a firm look as she leaned back easily against the door. "Yes, and although I haven't been here long enough to know, I'm guessing you are trespassing." she said.
"No no no, I own the bank the cabaret borrows from," he said, bowing slightly before her. "You could say, I own this cabaret, and this street, and the road down to the river." He said. He grinned at her, his hands wide, but his grin fell as he could tell she was not impressed.
"Maybe you have not heard of me, I'm-" He began, but she cut him off.
"I know who you are Monsieur, i've heard the stories from the other dancers, and you won't get the same "treatment" you coerced from them, I can assure you." She said.
A flash of anger flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced with an oily grin.
"Ah, yes, well. You may have heard I can be very... persuasive." He said, lifting a wad of cash from inside his coat as his guards stepped forward to stand beside him. She smirked, giving them both a cool look before responding.
"I don't need money, and this place doesn't own me. I'm out of your reach, sir." She said.
His face darkened, and he put the money back in his coat. His guards immediately stepped forward toward the fox, cracking their knuckles.
"Nobody is out of my reach Madame." He said.
Quicker than they could react, sudden grasping tentacles darted from the shadows to grab the guards wrists, forcing them down as the fox stepped forward, spitting directly into each of their faces as their blocking hands were subdued.
The tentacles suddenly released as the guards flexed, growling and stepping forward before suddenly freezing. The poodle-man, standing behind them, spotted the tentacles coming from the foxes back.
"She is a cross-breed you idiots! Grab her before-" He began, stepping forward to push them, but he stopped short as they both collapsed at his touch, shocked expressions on their faces.
The poodle growled and started to pull a gun from his coat, but stopped as he looked up to see the fox standing right in front of him.
"Why do rich fools like you have to spoil my time?" she said, tentacles grabbing his hands as she jumped to bite his shoulder. She then quickly released and backed away, the dog sputtering curses at her.
"You bitch, I'll spoil m-more tha-" He stopped, the paralysis spreading through his body. He slumped backward onto the ground as she walked over him. His body wouldn't move, but his eyes flashed angrily at her.
"Take a moment to rethink your lives after tonight, is it really worth this much trouble to be an ass-hole?" She said to the three slumped forms.
Several minutes later, a dumpster rolled out from the alleyway into the busy street, passersby's watching curiously for a moment until three groggy, shaking figures stood up from inside covered in refuse.
"Somebody help me out of this stinking pit!" He yelled at the watching crowds, drawing a laugh from many of them as the bin continued to roll, down the hill he owned and into the river.