Sabertooth Sex Kitten

A broad-shouldered figure stepped out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, stooped and turned sidewise a little to get through the door. Cheetah blinked at fur as black as midnight, with the shiny iridescence of stripes against the darkness, like a melanistic tiger. Head like a lioness in profile, but with a human-like mane of hair that fell down to her shoulders. Vivid violet eyes that shone like a cat's. A pair of sabertooth tusks that protruded down from the upper lip, almost to the chin. As the mouth opened, a long pink tongue slid out and nervously licked her pink nose. The only spot of pink on her body, except the inside of her pointed, tufted ears.

The figure padded forward daintily, the tips of her claws clicking softly on the floor. Her great arms were crossed in front of her body, trying desperately to hide her nudity. Yet the proportions...the sheer scale of what Lois Lane had become...

Cheetah blinked as she realized that the transformed reporter had to be nearly eight feet tall if she stood upright—but her linebacker shoulders were hunched, the knees of the great legs drawn in to try and hide her bare pussy. The breasts that the broad, muscled forearm sought to hide were the size of melons, covered by the softest black down that Cheetah had ever seen. Behind Lois Lane, a bushy black tail curled around her leg. The villain also saw that the legs had changed shape, more like the hind legs of a cat, which is why the sabertooth woman walked on the padded balls of her feet.

"Hey, big girl..." Cheetah said as she reached to stroke that fur.

Lois flinched. She seemed to shrink into herself. Yet her lips did not peel back. Those great fangs did not shoot out to bite into Cheetah's skull. An odd scent surrounded the gigantic catwoman. A kind of musk that was familiar to Cheetah, but hard to place. The villain's nostrils flared as she drank it in, oddly attracted to the mystery.

Attraction, Cheetah realized as she suddenly became aware of the hardness of her own nipples, the wet heat that dripped down her thighs. Her tail stood out, stiff and bushy, and the fur began to raise all over Cheetah's body, as if threatened or aroused. Some kind of pheromone, maybe?

Gently, she touched the reporter's arm. The dark giant licked her own nose nervously again. The violet eyes were impossible to read. Cheetah wondered how much of the reporter was left in there. Weeks of isolation, transformation, the DNA cocktail rewriting her body and mind...there would probably be some psychological trauma.

"Easy now, big girl," Cheetah said as she gently patted the reporter's dark fur. "We're the same, you and me. Just two catwomen. I'm your friend. I want to make sure you're okay...does it hurt anywhere?"

Lois Lane blinked. Then, slowly, her head nodded up and down.

"Show me where it hurts, big girl," Cheetah said, and resisted the urge to smile. She didn't want to scare the sabertooth woman. "Maybe I can help..."