Lois Tries To Cuddle, But Cheetah Fights For Dominance

Cheetah howled, like a cat in heat, as another unwanted climax was wrung from her body. She collapsed into the mattress, panting hard, eyes glazed, weak as a kitten. Flushed with the aftershock of orgasm after orgasm. For a moment, utterly helpless.

Then Lois Lane flopped down next to her. The big sabertooth super-slut curled around Cheetah's naked body. Lois didn't purr—Cheetah had no idea if she could purr, as most big cats couldn't, and for all the resemblance the ancient smilodon wasn't really a cat—but for the first time in her life, Cheetah was the little spoon, wrapped in the hot, heavy limbs, cuddled close as the transformed reporter gently nuzzled and licked the villain's neck and ears, grooming her.

Is this what I've become? Cheetah wondered as her heart slowly stopped thundering in her chest. Is this might life now? Getting treated like a mewling sex-pet by a ten-foot-tall sabertooth slut?

Indignation bubbled through Cheetah's soul. She hated being weak and submissive. While the genetically altered reporter had size and strength, she was also a gentle giant. Not like Cheetah. No, the catwoman had gone toe-to-toe with Wonder Woman, had fought side by side with monsters of myth and legendary outlaws from the stars.

I am not going to be some passive fucktoy! Cheetah determined as she tore herself from the reporter's furry grasp, rolling over to the other side of the mattress, and into a crouch.

Lois Lane eyed her without comprehension, the big violet eyes reflected the moonlight. There was no bristle of fur or ears, no sign of alarm. Not for the first time, Cheetah wondered how much of the reporter was still in there, how much of her personality had survived the transformation.

Slinking forward on all fours, Cheetah grabbed at one huge knee and pulled. Not ungently, using all of her strength, the catwoman **** the unresisting sabertooth slut onto her back, knees spread. Between those dark thighs, the reporter's cunny was a huge pink slit, wet and radiating heat and a musk that made Cheetah's head spin.

"I'll show you," Cheetah said aloud, with as much confidence as she could muster. "I'm not your bitch! You're mine! You got that? You're my bitch!"

The great head crooked to the side, the huge violet eyes blinked. A long pink tongue swept out between those great fangs and licked the reporter's nose. She yawned...her mouth gaping huge for a second, big enough that Cheetah could have stuck her whole head between those jaws...and then closed, as passive as a pet cat might yawn.

Lusty rage boiled inside of Cheetah; the hair bristled over her body, claws came out and scraped lightly along the giant sabertooth woman's inner thighs...and Lois Lane's tail began to sway gently back and forth beneath her.