Cheetah Saves Lois Lane

The problem with having your head firmly attached like a tick between a woman's legs is the inability to turn your head in response to new threats. Which is why Lois Lane was able to watch as one of the elevator's ceiling panels was silently lifted up...as a furred feline form plunged through the hole, to land as softly as a cat...and to feel the sudden, violent shudder that seized Tonya Wong's form as razor-sharp claws tore into the petite Asian woman from behind.

Tonya's eyes rolled up into their sockets. Her tongue went slack, jaw loosened...and with a sudden shudder, Lois was herself again violently pushing the young woman's head aside and staring at her bleeding crotch.

The blood flowed freely from the two wounds on either side of her labia, and from within. Lois Lane swore out loud as she saw the canine teeth had cut straight through her labia, piercing them as effectively as a pair of needles. The reporter's hand went to her pocket, dragging out a wad of kleenex to stymie the bleeding from her wounded pussy...and then looked up at her savior.

Women have been described as tigrish before, but Lois saw in an instant that this was no furry. She was built tall and lithe, like an Olympic athlete, but she wasn't entirely human...she walked on her toes, digitgrade; dark claws slid out of her fingertips in place of nails, and a sinewy tail flicked behind her. The tawny fur, in the dappled patterns of a cheetah, grew straight from her lithe body, a dark grey sports bra over and shorts hiding her nudity but not hindering her movement. Her face too resembled a hybrid of human and cat—there was the suggestion of a muzzle, and yellow eyes rimmed with black, dark auburn hair spilling out from her head.

In one gore-stained hand, the cat-woman held a small red-black lump of meat. She crushed it, piercing the organ with all five claws at once...and Lois gasped as it blackened, shriveled, and smoked. The villain turned her hand over and let the ashes fall to the floor of the elevator.

"Cheetah!" Lois said, recognizing the villain.

"Lois Lane," Cheetah said, recognizing the reporter back. Her eyes drifted down to the woman's bloody crotch. "You've been bitten."

Lois blinked. "Yes. That was..."

"A vampire," Cheetah said. She stepped over the corpse of Tonya Wong. "Which is what you might become, if we don't deal with that injury of yours rather quickly."