By Furiously Fisting That Fat Furry Fanny!

No mercy, Cheetah told herself. She outweighs you, she's stronger than you, and that damn musk is curdling your brain. You have to be fierce! Dominate her!

Which is why Cheetah retracted her claws, steepled her finger, and slid her hand into that sloppy slit.

There was no hesitation, no resistance. Just one smooth move and it was fist city, the sabertooth slut's cunny like an old worn baseball glove full of vaseline. The violet eyes went wide, and Lois Lane's lips turned up in surprise as Cheetah's fist sank deeper into that cavernous cunt. Not for the first time, the feline villain realized the sheer size difference between herself and the transformed reporter. Cheetah had sunk herself up to the forearm in the sabertooth slut's slit, and Lois Lane was taking it like Cheetah would take her favorite dildo.

"You like that, big girl?" Cheetah said, as her eyes narrowed. "Well get ready! I'm going to fist your pussy until you can't walk!"

Big words—but Cheetah did her best to move them up. She began to move her arm, in and out, churning that huge pussy, fucking the giant sabertoothed reporter with her arm as a lesser lesbian might finger-fuck a favorite girlfriend. Cheetah's left hand wasn't idle either, as it stroked and rubbed at the reporter's grotesquely swollen clit.

All the while, they stared each other down, never breaking eye contact. To Cheetah, it was a battle of wills. A **** desire to establish dominance. An absolute need to not surrender completely to that hot cunt whose smell alone was driving her to mad distraction.

Then a rumble came from the sabertooth slut's throat. Not a purr. A cough, a clearing of the throat, the tongue and lips straining against the changed shape of the mouth, those huge teeth...and then they clarified into sounds.

"Baarrrrbaaarrrraaaa..." Lois Lane rumbled, and Cheetah's eyes widened with shock as she recognized her name...and the implication that beneath all that fur and muscle, those huge tits and huge teeth, the brain of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was still in there.

And she had a request.