[Interlude: Cheetah]

Doctor Barbara Ann Minerva had restless dreams. There were shadows she couldn’t chase. Lights flickered at the edge of her vision and she couldn’t turn her head to see their source. Her body wouldn’t move. There were just… sensations. All around her were slippery vines. They crawled over her skin. Twisted around her arms. Her wrists and ankles became bound and she hadn’t the strength to fight them. The tentacles felt alive… slithering. Tightening. It was warm here. Humid. Familiar. A jungle of course. She felt sweat dripping down her naked body. The ends of her long, auburn hair tickled her shoulders. She was so thirsty. Her throat was parched. She looked down at herself… at her tanned, blemish free skin. Spotless. She was tall and athletic. A perfectly proportioned woman. She was so sexy she turned herself on a bit. She was already warm though. Already soaking wet, and not from her sweat. She sensed the glaring sun above her now, but the most unbearable heat came from between her legs. She needed something but she wasn’t sure what. She wanted to cry out but there was a vine coiled around her throat and it was all she could do just to take panting breaths. The vines around her feet continued to creep. Continued to slide up her legs. It was dreadful and exciting. They were getting closer to her dripping wetness. She could feel her anticipation running down her thighs, and the droplets sizzled into vapor when they met the vines. She wished they would climb faster. She wanted to beg them to take her. Invade her. They were so close. And then.

Cheetah woke up, frustrated and confused and squinting. It had been dark before and not because she had her eyes closed. The lights in the room had been shut off, presumably to let her sleep. She had stared into the darkness with her glowing eyes for several hours instead… until finally the exertions faded her and she fell into dreams. She didn’t know how long ago that had been… it felt like no time at all and an eternity all at once. The suddenly glaring fluorescent bulb above her had Cheetah baring her fangs.

“Good, you’re awake,” said the perfect woman. Cheetah’s senses perked, pointed ears flickering, keen nose flaring. She took in all of the wondrous woman standing in front of her and felt her blood start to boil. She went to strike but, like in the dream, her limbs resisted her. She remembered then. She was strapped to some sort of bed in the middle of a circular room. A cell. Windowless and green metal. The bed had been tilted up 45 degrees now so that she could presumably converse with the person who had just turned on the lights. The shackles keeping Cheetah from attacking Wonder Woman were similar in size to the hero’s bracers but were thicker. They encased her forearms and shins, kept her laying straight as a board. She was captured. She felt exposed. She was a little angry at how wet that made her.

“Wonder Whore,” she spat, thankful that her jaw still worked. “Come to gloat?”

The Themysciran princess had a hard look on her face. She was in her armor. Her heroic costume. It made her look powerful and still showed enough skin, enough magnificent shoulders and delicious thigh to be overwhelmingly sensual.

“You hurt the doctor,” she growled, and Cheetah felt the fur on the back of her neck ripple. The villain was truly at a loss in that moment, trying to think back to which doctor she could possibly be referring to. There had been the blood of so many on her claws. “You… **** yourself upon him… you… you beast…” accused Wonder Woman. The falter in her simmering voice was unusual.

Cheetah saw the hurt on the Amazon’s face and was further confused (though a little pleased) until she realised what she meant. Her thoughts found that handsome Doctor Doe… the one she had caught the scent of in the wind after breaking out of Belle Reve. That manly odour that made her mouth water. It stirred the craving and she felt an ache between her legs. She remembered how he had stretched her. How he throbbed and filled her with wet heat. His absence made her chest tight. Then her golden eyes focused on the superhero before her and she pulled a sharp grin across her animal features.

“Ah… the Doctor…” she purred, affectionate for the memories. “He was sweet wasn’t he? So generous… so giving.” She thrust her hips forward at the last word, or as much as the shackles allowed her to. Diana understood the gesture. “Don’t feel too bad for the man,” Cheetah warned her. “He enjoyed me. He wanted it too. I could tell. And you tasted the proof, didn’t you?”

The cat woman smiled wider seeing the flicker on shock cross Wonder Woman’s face. She was remembering what she had done and couldn’t stop the blush in her cheeks. “You’re not here to scold me, Amazon,” said Cheetah. “You’re here for another taste.”

“You’re a sick woman,” the Princess said hotly. “I wanted to help you once… But now I realise you are beyond saving. And you will rot in a cell for the rest of your days.” She was obviously flustered, knowing now that coming in to confront the villain alone had been a bad idea. She moved over to a control panel near the door and pressed the buttons to draw the bed back into its flat position and then leave.

“We’re the same now, Amazon,” the feline monster said. The venom in her voice lessened. “We suffer together… we finally understand each other.”

Diana looked up, eyes drawn to the Cheetah’s naked crotch now that the angle of the bed had been changed. “I understand your thirst… your desire… we are finally equal.” There was sadness in her voice mixed with relief.

“Minerva…” Wonder Woman began, but she had a sudden flash of warmth pass through her. Lightness seeped into her head and her lips felt dry. The predator could smell weakness… even the slightest hint, and pounced.

“Diana,” she purred, and the simple fact of Cheetah using her name grabbed Wonder Woman’s full attention. “He’s still inside me,” she whimpered. “I can feel it. There was so much… he went so deep…”

“What?” The Amazon shivered. She licked her lips and could imagine a pungent, earthy aroma.

“He came so much, Diana… that cock pumped me so full… I can still feel him dripping out…” Cheetah moaned, straining against her shackles. “Help me… I need to taste it. Help me, Diana. Help me get it out…”

The words cut through the hero’s clouding mind with urgency. Her head felt hot and she nodded it. Her fingers tapped some keys on the console and the bed whirred. At the mercy of the machine, Cheetah let body be tilted again, then the bottom corners of the platform went in opposite directions, taking her ankles along with them. Wonder Woman stepped towards the lovely beast woman as her powerful legs were spread apart. The feline’s flexibility allowed her to be spread eagled, almost doing the spits, and Cheetah was never more comfortable. Her mound was almost glowing, shiny with arousal.

The princess had been raised on an island of only beautiful women. Her attraction to their unbelievable bodies was natural and she had embraced her desires fully as she grew into a woman. Sapphic love had always been safe and comforting… And even off the island Diana couldn’t help stop herself from admiring others. Men… women… she saw beauty everywhere. She witnessed powerful heroes and villains do battle all the time and a part of her always took time to appreciate the perfect forms she pushed against in combat. Cheetah had always been one of the most beautiful creatures Diana had ever seen. She would admit it to nobody, but there were more than a few occasions when Wonder Woman’s dreams had the smooth furred beast intrude… and in those dreams their battles somehow always devolved into passionate relief of sexual tension.

Now the steamy fantasy had become a foggy reality. Wonder Woman found herself drawn towards her enemy’s voice. To her heady scent. She was on her knees already, looking up at the glorious, dripping pussy of this goddess of the hunt. This apex predator that was now supplicant and begging. “Take it, Princess,” Cheetah moaned, wishing she could thrust herself into that pretty face. “Kitty wants a treat.”

Diana couldn’t resist. Deep down, somewhere, she knew something wasn’t right but it no longer mattered. She needed to taste. She needed those fluids. She pressed her mouth onto that perfect, weeping slit. The pressure of her lips made juice spill out onto her tongue and she slaked her thirst shamelessly. His cum was up there, she knew. That precious… delicious sperm from that gorgeous man. The belief drove her need. She shoved her tongue inside just as he had stuffed his cock in her. She imagined tasting hints of him there, but mostly it was just Cheetah’s sweet flesh and Wonder Woman found she didn’t mind.

The metahuman beast rolled her head back, pleasure rumbling up her underbelly. She had been horny in her dreams and when she awoke her body had been screaming. Cheetah wanted cum too, but this was a consolation she was happy to take. She had barely been awake the first time Wonder Woman lapped at her, but now she could experience it fully. She was amazed by her talents. Her tongue was so remarkably thick and strong, worming around inside her. She gnashed her sharp teeth, trying to hold back her ecstasy, but her enemy was beating her again. Wonder Woman was going to bring her to an orgasm faster than anybody else ever had. It was the burning lust she saw in the woman’s eyes. Her nose rubbed against her clit. Cheetah began to shake as her cunt cinched at Diana’s tongue. Cheetahs can’t roar, but a woman can. Her throatful cry echoed off the metal enclosure and the Amazon was relentless. The gushing orgasm only spurred her on and she pressed her face deeper on that quivering mound. She drank it all, gulping with each chin drenching contraction. She only pulled away when the outpour was temporarily halted.

Wonder Woman ran her lips up and down those silky, spotted thighs. She wanted it all. Cheetah whimpered, trying to breathe in this moment of respite as the heroine moved between her legs. Then that mouth was back on her. Cheetah wished she could move. She wanted to turn her hips a different way, her oversensitive clit ringing.

“AHHH!”

Wonder Woman’s fingers went searching, two stuffed up into that tightening channel with purpose. With the princess suckling on her bud and fingers stroking desperately inside her, Cheetah was overwhelmed. It was throbbing and painful and wonderful, her mind screeching. She thought she could debase her enemy by taking advantage of the lustful haze, but the Amazon seemed to be strengthened by her juices. Minerva’s next scream was strangled, her muscles seizing as a second searing climax lanced through her. She wanted to sing, softness flooding her world in sweet, hot pulses despite the constant **** of a slick wet tongue against it. The restraints groaned but they held and she collapsed against them as Wonder Woman finally lifted her head to breathe.

“Cum… need more cum…” the brunette said, panting, then she dove back in.

“No! I can’t take any more! Please! Wonder Woman! DianaaaaAAH!!”

More fingers. More tongue. Cheetah’s swelling genitals were so wet. Her fur was soaked in spit and juice and both continued to spill out. The animal in Minerva was thrashing, joyful. Her body felt like it bobbed in a hot sea, being knocked about by roiling, bubbling waves. She crashed into harsh sand, pain scraping her nerves, but then soothing ocean foam caressed her every fibre and she was rising… cresting. She screamed through another **** orgasm, her world now just stark, blinding light and some sucking creature attached to her cunt. It twisted inside her and clamped onto her clit and wouldn’t let her go until she shouted her submissiveness over and over. There was no end to her wonderful suffering. She deserved this, Cheetah thought. But these feelings were also too good for her. All the bad she had done… All the good she never accomplished after her change. Her obsession with Wonder Woman seem so stupid now. She hated that perfect woman for all the gifts the demigoddess never earned. Barbara Minerva had clawed and scraped for everything in her entire life. Yet all of that didn’t matter right now. She surrendered. She understood the blurred line between love and hate.

“Diana!”

“Grab her!”

“Reh morf yawa teg!”

Cheetah felt her love get pulled away and there was remorse and relief. Cold, wet reality made the beast raise her clouded head and she grinned. She had won and she had lost.