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The Huntress and the Harlequin

Cheetah crouched silently on the awning, not moving a muscle as her sharp, feline eyes easily piercing the darkness as they panned across the museum rooftop below. Somewhere below those ornate skylights, her prey awaited - an ancient Urzkartagan icon, stolen from the lost city hundreds of years ago by a rival tribe, then later sold to British explorers during the era where 'collecting bits of other people's history' was the aging empire's favorite pastime. Now, it was part of the Grand Reopening Exhibit of the Gotham Museum of History - but by the end of the night, it would be hers, and the ancient power that dwelt within it would redouble her power. And then... oh yes... she'd spring that self-important 'Wonder-Woman' from prison, just so she'd have the pleasure of hunting her down herself, and claiming her head in proper form!

But she had to be careful, which was why she was currently hiding in the shadows and sweeping the area with all her inhumanly-sharp senses, looking for anything or anyone that might stand in her way. Years ago, pulling a job like this in Gotham City would've been dangerous in the extreme - but The Bat no longer prowled its rooftops or stalked its dark alleys. He was too busy leading the reconstruction-efforts after Brainiac's recent invasion, and besides, he wasn't half as scary as he used to be now that his secret identity had been revealed - no matter how imposing the suit, it didn't seem so intimidating when you knew that billionaire philanthropist and notorious playboy Bruce Wayne was inside it. Of course, there were other supposed 'heroes' who might put in an appearance, but she was confident she could handle most of them, as long as she retained the element of surprise...

A *splat* made her ears pivot, and her head swiftly followed. Something soft and gooey had landed on the awning next to her. It was loudly pink, and smelled strongly of sugar. A cupcake? There was a faint, bitter scent mostly concealed under the sweetness... before she had even finished the thought, she had hurled herself from the awning and into the air, narrowly avoiding being caught in the explosion that followed a split-second later. She landed on the museum rooftop with her customary, feline agility, and was unsurprised when she heard a shrill laughter off to the side. Emerging from behind a rooftop air-con tower was a loudly-dressed, heavily made-up woman carrying a baseball-bat, forcing Cheetah to curse herself for having allowed someone so painfully unstealthy to sneak up on her.

"Seems like old Bats was right about you showing up here!" Harley Quinn exclaimed mockingly, in that endlessly-annoying, high-pitched voice of hers. "Guess a leopard really can't change its spots, eh?" Cheetah forced herself to stay calm, to breathe. She couldn't allow herself to be provoked. It made sense that, even if he was too busy to do it himself, the Batman would've sent one of his minions. But he'd made a mistake this time. Harley Quinn was nothing more than a common street-thug, with the closest thing to superpowers she possessed being 'mild insanity'. She had supposedly provided some substantial aid during the Invasion, for which she'd been rewarded with a place on the newly-reformed Justice League - but how that (literal) clown could've been any use was beyond Cheetah. Certainly, she could not hope to match the ultimate huntress, the Cheetah-goddess embodied!

"I am hardly surprised you cannot tell the difference between a leopard and a cheetah, foolish girl..." she purred, stretching to limber up her muscles for the pounce, and unsheathing her claws. "After all, only a true fool would come here, alone, to challenge_me_! Did you forget that I bested your League's precious trump-card, Supergirl, not long ago?" She knew she'd made a misstep as soon as the word escaped from between her teeth, and unfortunately, she wasn't wrong. Harley laughed in reply before, inevitably, replying. "Nah, I remember that just fine! I also remember that Wonder Woman was about to turn you into a nice rug before I stepped in and saved your tail. So how 'bout a little gratitude, eh?"

Gritting her teeth, she felt embarrassment burn her cheeks underneath her fur. She hated to remember that day - the feeling of helplessness as she felt the strength leave her body, and saw death approach in the form of Wonder Woman's terrible sword. "Gratitude? I will kill you just for reminding me of that day! This will have been a worthy trip, just for there to be one less person alive in this world who remembers my shame!" The words hissed between her fangs as she clenched her muscles - then she dashed forwards at superhuman speed, eager for the taste of battle and blood to wipe away her embarrassment.

She soon realized that she had miscalculated badly on a number of counts. Firstly, she'd failed to account for the fact that, before Superman killed the Joker and created the Regime, changing everything, Harley Quinn had stood at the Joker's shoulder for years, as the insane Clown Prince of Crime repeatedly battled The Batman and other heroes. Even if she had started out as an ordinary psychiatrist, those years of street-level combat had taught her how to fight, the hard way. And after the rise of the Regime she'd survived for years as part of the underground Insurgency, despite being at the very top of Superman's kill-list - indeed, if anything, she had_prospered_. On top of all that, as a member of the new Justice League, she clearly had access to the 5U93R-drug that Superman originally started manufacturing in order to empower his enforcers and cronies - and the Kryptonian nanomachine-based drug granted the otherwise-unpowered harlequin inhuman durability, as Cheetah discovered when she finally landed a solid kick on her acrobatic opponent and sent her flying into the concrete wall of the rooftop stairwell hard enough to leave a visible imprint... only for the girl to pick herself up with a shrill laughter and jump right back into the fight.

Of course, her own superhuman toughness allowed her to shrug off blows from Harley's baseball-bat, the oversized mallet she seemed capable of pulling out of seemingly nowhere, and her whirling feet - but the twin, heavily-accessorized automatic pistols she wielded was another matter. She had to evade the frequent barrages of bullets they spewed, and at point-blank range, that could be difficult. Several glancing hits had already drawn red lines across her fur - though she reassured herself with the fact that her own claws had done similar to Harley Quinn, who was now sporting a nice set of bleeding gashes across her exposed midsection. But what had been meant to be a quick pounce-and-kill had turned into a dragged-out battle, and if she tarried much longer, other heroes might show up to assist Harley - or at the very least, the badly-jaded Gotham Police might deign to appear, which would complicate matters further.

Determined to end the fight once and for all, she hurled herself straight for Harley's throat with a ferocious growl, ready to absorb a blow, or even a bullet, if needs be. Instead, however, the girl disappeared below her field of vision with a cackling laugh, and everything seemed to slow down to a crawl. Lowering her eyes, she saw that Harley had somehow slipped directly into a baseball-slide, going UNDER her own airborne body - and that she'd left a little present behind, in the form of a cartoonish-but-still-deadly bundle of dynamite with a very short fuse. She tried to spin around in the air, to get out of the way, but there wasn't enough time, and just as her feet touched the ground, the dynamite went off. The shockwave hit her in the chest like a giant's fist, forcing the air from her lung and sending her tumbling end-over-end into the air. Her ears were ringing, but somehow she could still hear Harley's shrill voice call out "Snacktime, boys!"

Razor-sharp fangs caught hold of her limbs before she even hit the ground again, pulling her down. The carrion stench of the scavenger assaulted her sensitive nostrils as two massive hyenas with neon-colored dye-jobs took out most of her field of vision, tearing into her with bone-crunching jaws even as she struggled to regain her breath. A sharp whistle drew them away, leaving her reeling and bleeding from several wounds to her arms and chest - and far too off-balance to dodge when when the metal bat descended and everything went dark.

She was unsure of how long she'd been unconscious. As she slowly returned to awareness, she found herself assailed by a variety of confusing, rivaling emotions. Shame and embarrassment at her defeat at the hands of such an unimpressive foe. Bitter anger at her current plight, and a creeping fear of the confinement and imprisonment that no-doubt awaited now. But then... confusion. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, preferring to pretend she was still unconscious as she recovered more fully, so that perhaps she might surprise her jailer - but her nose and ears were working just fine, and they weren't reporting what she'd expected. She smelled dust and old chemicals - the scents of a disused industrial building, not a sterile prison for supercriminals. She could hear growling and tearing nearby - animals, feeding on raw meat. Perhaps the hyenas that ambushed her earlier. Tone-deaf whistling. Heartbeat and breathing from the same source. Conclusion: She wasn't in an official prison, but was being held prisoner by the late Joker's insane girlfriend. Which... wasn't really an improvement to her situation, really. Quite the opposite, actually. The cold fear creeping down her spine redoubled, for all that she tried her hardest to suppress it.

Surreptitiously, she tested her restraints. The way she was bound certainly wasn't protocol. She was on all fours, with something propping up her belly, and chains binding her wrists and ankles. They seemed solid... TOO solid. Opening her eyes just a crack confirmed that, from the looks of it, what was binding her wasn't something exotic, but plain old steel. She SHOULD have been able to tear that apart without even really trying - but she couldn't. Something was sapping her strength, dampening her powers. Well, at least there were_some_good news - from the feel of it, her wounds had been cleaned and bandaged, so she wasn't in danger of bleeding out.

A shuffle of feet drew near, followed by a light kick to her ribs that nonetheless drew an unwilling grunt from her. "Hey, kitty-cat... you're awake, arn'cha? Don't bother playing dead, I've knocked enough people over the head to know how long that lasts!" Conceding the point, Cheetah opened her eyes and glared up at Harley, who stood grinning over her with baseball-bat in hand and several bandages covering her combat injuries. Her surroundings were much as she had divined, based on scent - an abandoned industrial building with boarded-over windows, lit by a couple of dusty neon-tubes in the ceiling. There were signs the place had been modified after being abandoned, with wires and tubes carelessly hanging from the ceiling or stapled to the walls to keep them out of the way. She could see several potential escape-routes, even with her physical strength dulled - if only she could get out of the chains.

Harley noticed her looking, and squatted by her head, grinning broadly as always. "I see you checking out my place - what do you think of it? I tell ya, this place has history like it's got spiders - and it's got spiders like you wouldn't believe! Back in the old days, Mistah J and I used to hide out here - he used it to cook up some fun-time chemical concoctions! Left some of them behind, too, like the stuff I dosed you with before you woke up - leaving you weak as a kitty, if you hadn't noticed already. Aww, don't worry, it's temporary... well, probably!" The crazed girl looked downright nostalgic as she glanced around at the dusty old place. "Then I used it as a hideout for my boys - you know, the Joker Clan? - while the Regime was makin' the streets unhealthy. Ahh, them were the days..."

Jumping back to her feet, she twirled her bat between her fingers as she leered down at the bound Cheetah. "And THEN, well, I kinda' converted it into my personal pad! I mean, it's all nice and well to be an awesome, crime-fighting superhero, and founding member of the new Justice League, but sometimes a girl just needs some alone-time, you know? Away from prying, judgmental eyes. And even ol' Bats doesn't know about this place - I made sure of that! I mean, I was manning his crazy surveillance-network-super-AI-thingie for a while. Wasn't that hard to convince it that this place wasn't worth looking at!" It took a fair amount of effort for Cheetah to inject mocking sarcasm into her voice, rather than the creeping fear that had by now chilled her thoroughly. "So your new, heroic 'friends' have no idea you have a private, personal torture-dungeon. How nice."

Harley Quinn laughed out loud, then bent over Cheetah to patronizingly pet her on the head, making her ears twitch. "Torture-dungeon? Oh, kitty... it's nothin' like THAT. This is more of a... bachelorette-pad! I come here to have_fun_." Jerking her head away from Harley's hand, she spat back. "You'll forgive me, I'm sure, if I'm not terribly reassured - considering that your late, unlamented paramour's idea of 'fun' turned a certain big, blue boyscout into a murderous dictator." Harley, however, just shrugged. "That's fair, I guess. Then again, maybe I wasn't trying to reassure you. But hey, if it's good news you want, how 'bout this? Even though the voices think that killing you is a very good idea, I'm not gonna do that, 'cuz I'm supposed to be a hero nowadays. And I can't have you going to prison and chatting with folks about this place. So once I've had my fun, I'm gonna let you go! In fact, I'd suggest you KEEP going all the way out of Gotham, and preferably a lot further! I hear Africa's nice this time of year..."

That was, indeed, good news. But she was still rather worried about what, exactly, the 'fun' Harley Quinn kept talking about entailed - not that she'd give the clownish girl the satisfaction of outright asking, and thereby admitting it. So instead she just hissed angrily, causing Harley to laugh again and straighten up. It didn't take much to make that girl laugh, unsurprisingly. "Well, if you ain't got any other questions, let's get down to it!" she said cheerily, and then whistled sharply. The rank carrion-scent she now recognized as the madgirl's pet hyenas approached in response, and the two twisted creatures padded into view. Now that she had leisure to look at them properly, she could tell that they weren't quite natural - and that went for more than their brightly-dyed manes. They were too big and too muscular, seeming almost malformed in some ways - likely the result of some chemical experiments conducted on them by the late Joker. Perhaps a Venom-derivative? Either way, it made her feel a tiny bit better about having been overwhelmed by their attack. Meanwhile the fact that Harley had called on them now, their jaws still dripping with gore from their recent meal, made her feel decidedly worse.

Ignoring the fact that Cheetah had very carefully not asked - or perhaps just possessed by that strange 'I must now explain my master plan to my captive nemesis' impulse that so many like her seemed to possess - Harley then proceeded to inform her of the twisted logic behind her impending violation. "See, I was thinking... you're all 'Ultimate Huntress, grrrr!' and 'Apex Predator, hisss!' all the time, you know? Oh-so-proud of being on the top of the food-chain. Feels like you're looking down on the noble scavengers, like Bud'n'Lou here! So I'm gonna give 'em a chance to get some of their own back, see? Don't worry - I'm sure you'll wind up enjoying it if you just relax..." Then she pointed at the helpless Cheetah and, with a naughty grin, gave the command. "Okay, boys - time for some Ruff Housing!"

As if they had been waiting just for that order, the two hyenas jumped forwards - their razor-sharp fangs reaching not for her flesh this time, but for the strips of leather and hide she wore in grudging tribute to human standards of decency. One attacked the straps that bound her chest, keeping her breasts from getting in the way or throwing off her balance while hunting, and swiftly chewed through them. The stupid beast pulled them away, growling and shaking its head like it was savaging a freshly-caught rabbit. The other one, meanwhile, had moved behind her, and had sunk its teeth into her loincloth, pulling harshly on it. The simple garment didn't stand much chance against the hyena's teeth and chemically-boosted strength. Soon she was naked but for her fur, stripped down by beastly teeth rather than human hands, and she dreaded what she suspected would come next.

Sure enough, the stench redoubled as the hyena behind her leaped on her back, its muscular weight resting heavily on her spine as its coarse fur rubbed against her own, fine coat. She growled up at it, hoping that a suitably predatory display might alert the stupid beast to the fact that she was_not_ a suitable mate, but she knew it was hopeless - whether they had been driven insane by the chemical experiments that twisted their physiques, or just were very well-trained, these hyenas clearly weren't acting on their natural instincts... making any appeal to those pointless. She then had to quickly shut her mouth to avoid whimpering out loud as she felt something hot and pointy poke at her exposed labia.

She was no virgin, certainly. Indeed, it wasn't even as if she had never committed bestiality before, if it came right down to it... ever since Circe's potion had reinforced her powers, locking her permanently in the form of a humanoid cheetah, she'd been able to communicate with normal cheetahs. Being able to call on the swift, deadly predators in battle had been terribly handy - but spending time around them had caused some surprising shifts in her own, animalistic instincts. The male cheetahs seemed... attractive to her. Far more so than any_man_ she'd laid eyes on since her transformation was perfected. And since she could understand them, she knew that they, too, found_her_ attractive, despite her human body-shape.

Indulging herself in the privacy of a secret hideout had been a... natural next step. The hair-like barbs on the heads of the cheetahs' cockheads had tickled and stimulated parts of her that no human man had ever reached. For a time, she had been in heat, surrounded by a half-dozen-strong harem of male cheetahs, freely mating with them several times a day, floating on a constant cloud of visceral pleasure. It was only after more than a week, when she'd been forced to leave the hideout in order to forage for food, that she'd realized she wasn't in control of the situation anymore. When the male cheetahs approached her, she'd instinctively bend over for them, eagerly letting them draw their pleasure from her body without a second thought. Her mating-instincts were trumping her hunting-instincts.

That revelation had allowed her to break free - she'd abandoned the hideout, and refused to call on normal cheetahs for aid again. Presumably, she could have done so safely if she'd just been careful to recruit only_female_ cheetahs, but she didn't want to risk backsliding. Even being around another cheetah seemed likely to remind her forcefully of the simple pleasure that could be found in surrendering to her mating-instincts - the option of leaving behind the struggles and pains of the hunt, becoming fully like the animal she resembled. But even so, she did not resent that experience - her partners had been beautiful, graceful, swift and strong, and she had gone into it willingly and with her eyes open.

Now, meanwhile... she was tied down, helpless, and about to be violated by a hideous, slobbery, reeking, mutated beast of a scavenger. Her pride held her jaws locked together so tightly they hurt, preventing the screams, sobs, and cries for mercy that hovered behind her fangs from escaping. She could tell that the twisted creature had found its mark - the smooth, pointy head of its canine cock was pushing forwards, parting her labia, forcing its way inside her. Her body shook as she felt the thick shaft slide inside her - it was noticeably thicker than the cheetah's slender, agile tools, and indeed bigger than any man she'd cavorted with prior to her transformation. It was also covered in disgusting, warty lumps that were now rubbing across her sensitive, internal tissue in a disturbingly pleasurable way - though she had no idea if they were simply a regular feature of hyenas, like the big cats' bristles, or another result of these specimens' chemical mutations.

Unfamiliar pain shot through her as the hyena, with a yelping bark, thrust its tool home with enough force to make his disgusting, dangly ballsack swing forwards and hit her vulva. The last couple of inches had been way thicker than the already impressive girth of the shaft... a knot, like on dogs? If so, it was only likely to get bigger, and it was already big enough to stretch her painfully. Dimly, she noticed that the other hyena had padded around to her head, and was now standing there, grinning at her while its bright-red tool swung heavily under its flanks. It looked about as disgusting as she'd imagined, covered in pale nodules, and she was amazed that the knot at the end had fitted inside her without tearing anything - not that she'd be worried normally, but whatever unholy Joker-made concoction Harley had dosed her with seemed to be suppressing her durability right along with her strength. She snapped at the beast, showing her fangs, making it jump back a step with a laughing bark.

Suddenly, Harley was looming over her again, grinning just as widely as the hyena, one hand buried down the front of her short-shorts. "No biting, kitty-cat... geez, you don't seem to be getting into the spirit of it at_all_! Doesn't Lou's big, hot cock feel nice inside you? Mmm... I can never get enough of the way those little knobs rub and tickle you inside..." Glaring hatefully up at her captor, Cheetah spat. "You expect me to enjoy this perverse rape? Perhaps a twisted excuse for a human being like you could find some pleasure in this situation, but to me, it seems simply a torture - one I will endure, and take out of your hide once I get free!"

Harley Quinn mock-pouted down at her, pulling her hand out of her pants to lick dripping-wet fingers clean. "Aww, don't be like that, pussy-cat... a girl's got needs, ya know? 's not like I MISS ol' Mistah J, or anything, but sometimes I just get an itch... and I think it's pretty funny to replace him with a hyena. They're much nicer than he was, anyway!" She stood there for a few minutes with a saliva-covered finger resting thoughtfully on one cheek, as the hyena mounting her began to thrust in earnest, pounding her with his heavy, powerful body. His knot, still unswollen, was slipping past her labia on every thrust, eliciting a spark of pain every time. She did the best to ignore the sensations building in her groin, focusing on controlling her breathing and suppressing the pain.

Finally, Harley hit her open palm with her fist, grinning broadly. "I got it! I know juuuust how to get you in the mood, pussy-cat. Just... hang on for a bit, 'kay?" Fresh worries blossomed in Cheetah's mind as the crazed clown-girl disappeared from sight again, while the hyena on her back continued to thrust with undiminished enthusiasm. The pain in her overstretched labia grew worse, until finally they caught on the gradually-swelling knot on the outstroke, bulging outwards but not letting it pass. The hyena yelped joyfully, and apparently took this as a sign to redouble his efforts - instead of the long, powerful strokes from before, he started jackhammering her with short, rapid-fire thrusts even as his knot swelled ever-larger, putting pressure on her hip-bones.

She was already finding it hard to keep her breathing steady when Harley returned, carrying a dusty jar half-filled with some fine-grained, dark-green powder. "I'm gonna give you a real treat, pussy-cat!" the crazed girl declared brightly, waving the jar. "Pam gave me this back when we were... ya know... together? Before she got all 'Garrrgh, kill all humans!' and all. Doubt I'll ever get any more of it, so you should be flattered I'm sharing it with you!" As if whatever Joker-toxin she'd been dosed with wasn't enough, now the maniac intended to add some bizarre plant-spores concocted by Poison Ivy to the mix?

She had no chance to protest - not that it likely would have done any good, of course. With a deft twist, Harley unscrewed the lid of the jar and scooped up a small handful of the green dust. Cheetah tried to hold her breath when it was blown into her face, but she'd been struggling to control her breathing in the first place, and she couldn't prevent a sneeze from escaping her nose - or the green powder from making its way into her lungs at the same time. She could feel it itching and tickling all the way down her airways, then spread like a strange heat in her lungs. Minutes later, it reached her brain, and the heat spread to her whole body. It was like when she'd been with the male cheetahs, in heat, but redoubled several times over. An all-consuming need pervaded her body, and the steadily-growing pleasure in her groin that she'd been trying to hard to suppress and ignore was now an explosion of ecstasy. Her screwed-shut jaws finally opened - but not to emit some scream of pain or plea for mercy. Instead, she panted lustily, tongue hanging out, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the first orgasm of many rolled through her, finally released from the fetters of her will.

Harley grinned as she screwed the jar back shut. The kitty-cat was finally getting into the mood, just as she figured! She was moaning delightfully, moving her hips and shuddering under Lou's powerful body, and wasn't testing the chains anymore. Seeing the two of them go at it like cats'n'dogs was a terribly erotic sight, and her own fingers wasn't sufficing anymore. Quickly stripping off her shorts, she got down on the floor next to Cheetah and whistled for Bud, who was still stalking around the cat-girl's head. "C'mon, Bud!" The handsome hyena didn't need to be told twice, and quickly bounded over behind her with a barking laugh. Resting a paw possessively on her bum, he began to eagerly lick her free-flowing juices, stimulating her hungry pussy with his broad, soft tongue. She moaned, desires rising ever higher - but what she needed right now was something thick, hot and hard inside her. "Aww, don't tease me Bud! You know I like it RUFF!" she called, and he instantly answered to the trained command-word.

He mounted her with a growl, claws digging into the armored fabric of her top as he thrust towards her pussy with practiced ease. In accordance with the command she'd just given, he wasn't holding anything back - he was quite capable of being a gentle, adoring lover, but that wasn't what she'd asked for, so instead he started pounding her hungry snatch with full strength right away. His knot, already half-swollen from watching his brother have fun with the captive Cheetah, sent waves of pain-tinged pleasure through her as it repeatedly tore past her labia. Pale face flushing with rising ecstasy, she panted and moaned, knowing what would happen soon.

With a final growl, he pulled out, her clinging labia barely willing to relinquish their grip on his knot. His hind legs danced around for a couple of seconds as he readjusted his stance - then he plunged his tool, thoroughly covered in her free-flowing pussy-juices - into her tiny, puckered asshole. A long, drawn-out moan shuddered past her lips as she felt her sphincter stretch around Bud's thick cock, the knobs covering the shaft teasing and stimulating the tautly-stretched ring of flexible muscles. Like before, he was pounding his hard rod into her without mercy, his by-now mostly-inflated knot banging against her sphincter, stretching and deforming it on every thrust. Harder and harder it banged against her, until finally her well-trained anus managed to stretch far enough to let the fist-sized lump pass inside, where it quickly locked into place and thus signified the beginning of the rapid-fire-jackhammering phase of the event.

Harley's spine curled orgasmicly as the pain of the anal stretching coursed through her. Anal orgasms were a familiar pleasure to her - ol' Mistah J had been a proper ass-man, rarely fucking her anywhere else unless she'd 'earned' it, and she'd grown well accustomed to backdoor poundings as a result. Bud'n'Lou's knobbly shafts and swelling knots, however, felt much better back there than her Puddin's clownish cock ever had - a fact which brought her a measure of petty pleasure. She glanced sideways at Cheetah as she settled down to enjoy the rough ride, and grinned as she watched the previously-haughty kitty shudder and moan in yet another orgasm - her feline tail curled possessively around Lou's hindquarters, silently begging him to continue thrusting.

As she watched, however, Lou reached his limit and, with a yelping laugh, blew his load into Cheetah's feline pussy. After resting on top of his partner for a minute, getting his breath, he shuffled back despite the embrace of Cheetah's tail, pulling his dripping-wet cock out of her tightly-clutching pussy as his knot rapidly deflated back to a manageable size. He didn't go proper soft, though - thanks to the fun-time chemicals Mistah J had cooked up for them back in the day, they both had the stamina of a bull elephant. The only reason he pulled out was so that, just like she'd taught him, he could walk around to his feline partner's head and offer his cum-stained cock for cleaning.

There was no snapping or growling this time - Cheetah sounded more like she was purring, her nostrils flaring at the scent of the freshly-used canine cock, and she eagerly opened her mouth as he mounted her shoulders and thrust his groin towards her face. His warty shaft swiftly turned into a bulge on Cheetah's neck as she deepthroated him like a pro, lips stretching around his deflated knot as her little pink tongue danced - tasting her own arousal and Lou's thick, bitter cum in equal measure. The hyena giggled delightedly at her eagerness and began to flex his hips, jerkily throat-fucking her as she licked up the residue of their mating.

Bud, meanwhile, wasn't far behind his brother, despite having started later - Harley's tight, hot asshole saw to that. With his knot safely locked behind her sphincter, he was pounding her with blurring speed, sending her reeling from anal orgasm to anal orgasm - before finally reaching his own climax. She moaned loudly at the familiar sensation of hot, thick cum pouring into her bowels, filling her up. The resulting orgasm seemed twice as intense as those that had gone before, and left her panting and shuddering in its wake - barely noticing as Bud, having shot his load, followed the usual routine. Her mouth, however, instinctively opened when the heavy hyena circled around her and jumped up on her shoulders, thrusting his stained tool at her face - the familiar, earthy smell of her own freshly-fucked ass had long-since become the trigger for this conditioned reflex.

Once her lips and tongue had finished spit-shining the thick, canine cock - taking particular care to clean around all the little, warty knobs, of course - she had managed to regain a bit of self-control, however. So instead of continuing to suck until Bud blew a second load of delicious, hot hyena-cum down her throat, she reluctantly pushed him off and staggered to her feet so she could see how Cheetah had been getting along with Lou while her line of sight had been obstructed by Bud's crotch-fur. She was just in time to see Lou reach his second orgasm, painting Cheetah's mouth and throat with his cum...

Jumping off her shoulders, Lou staggered away, his cock shiny with spit and still hard - he'd be good to go again soon, but after two rounds, he needed a breather. This left Cheetah writhing in her restraints, licking her chops to pick up any stray drops of sperm that might be clinging to her facial fur, her hips gyrating as if searching for something to impale themselves on. She looked up eagerly when Harley approached, feline pupils large and unfocused. "Please... more cum... fill me up... so empty..." she moaned disjointedly, and Harley giggled delightedly. Squatting down in front of Cheetah with her back towards her, she thrust her ass - still gaping slightly after Bud's thorough fucking - into the tied-up cat-girl's face. "Kitty wants some cream, huh? Well, I've got some for you right here - do a good job lapping it up, and I'll fill you up nicely, you'll see..." she said over her shoulder.

Cheetah seemingly needed little prompting to leap into the depraved rimjob, her tongue eagerly lashing out to lap up the drops of cum that were already escaping Harley's creampied asshole. As her dancing tongue stimulated and relaxed the sphincter, more dribbled out and was hungrily swallowed. Soon, her lips were wrapped around the puckered orifice in a tight seal while her tongue plunged as deep inside as it could go, questing for more of the bitter cum that filled that dank hole. The feline tongue's rough surface was sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through Harley, who soon found herself forced to put her hands on the ground for balance, lest her twitching legs collapse underneath her.

Over the next handful of minutes, Cheetah's agile tongue dug out most of Bud's money-shot from the depths of Harley's ass, and supplied her with yet another spine-tingling anal orgasm while it was there anyway. By the time she staggered to her feet again, barely able to stand, she could hardly deny that the eager feline had done a 'good job' by any standard of measurement. "A'right, kitty - guess I owe you a reward!" she said, sing-song, as she regained her balance and made her way around her bound guest, picking up her discarded baseball-bat along the way.

At Cheetah's rear end, she found the sinuous tail bent practically parallel to her spine in its eagerness to get out of the way, and a free-flowing fountain of horny pussy-juice that had, by now, created a small puddle between the cat-girl's legs - along with soaking through the fur on her inner thighs. The musky scent was heady, and Harley caught herself wondering if she hadn't gotten a bit of a contact high herself when she dosed Cheetah with Pam's potent aphrodisiac. Kneeling between the slender, muscular legs, she placed the blunt end of her bat against Cheetah's pussy, still puffy from Lou's furious fucking, and began to spin it around to spread an even layer of slippery juices across it.

Cheetah's flexible tail whipped and danced to the tune of a steady stream of lusty moans as Harley began to force the thick, smooth bat into her sopping-wet pussy. The labia stretched to the limit, strained fully as much as they had been when Lou's half-swollen knot plunged through them, but this time it was no brief bump - it was a horsecock-sized pillar of unyielding hardwood. Inch by inch it forced open the flexible channel, until finally its blunt tip pushed against her uterus. Her body was already twitching and shaking in eager response to the brutal penetration, and as soon as Harley (having thus determined the maximum stroke-depth) began to thrust the bat energetically in and out, she reached a shuddering, mewling orgasm.

Harley continued to pound her through the climax, and the three that followed it rapid-fire, fully utilizing her toned physique and enhanced durability. It was clear from the wordless, lust-soaked noises Cheetah was making that she'd like nothing more than for the brutal assault to continue indefinitely, but eventually Harley grew bored. She left the bat where it was, half-impaled in Cheetah's overstuffed snatch, and sat back on her haunches while massaging her sore arm for a few minutes. Then she spotted Bud, who'd been pacing around the pair in the meantime, his canine cock swinging heavily between his legs - filled with unreleased energy, after Harley failed to finish him off the second time. Grinning, she licked her lips and leaned forwards again, burying her face between Cheetah's muscular buttocks.

She dug her tongue hungrily into the cat-girl's tiny, puckered asshole, drawing fresh moans of pleasure as she massaged the tight sphincter and lathered it in her spit. The strong, musky, predatory scent was heady there, under the tail, and one of Harley's hands snuck down between her legs to begin rubbing and stroking as her tongue worked. She wondered idly if Cheetah might be an anal virgin - based on how tight the sphincter felt around her wet tongue, it wouldn't surprise her. If so, the kitty was in for a real treat! Finally, satisfied that she'd relaxed and lubricated the tiny orifice as well as she could, she leaned back again and whistled Bud over to her side. He giggled eagerly when she briefly dipped underneath his flanks and gave his throbbing erection a quick once-over with her tongue - then she jumped out of the way, and pointed at Cheetah's rear. "C'mon, boy - show her some ruff stuff!"

With a barking laugh, he jumped on her back, then had to awkwardly shuffle his hind legs to get one of them over the baseball-bat that was still sticking out of Cheetah's cunt. Every time his paws brushed over the long slab of wood, it sent tremors down its full length and made the cat-girl moan appreciatively. Still, she didn't have much time to be disappointed once he was in position and thus no longer nudging it - Bud was an experienced lover, particularly when it came to anal, and despite the tightness of Cheetah's rear hole, his pointy cockhead easily found it.

Cheetah went crazy as Bud's thick, knobbly cock stole away her anal virginity - bucking and mewling, tongue hanging out, overwhelmed by the unexpected and unfamiliar sensations suddenly radiating from her asshole. She was cumming hard before he'd even reached full penetration, though admittedly that_did_ take a bit of time. Between her virgin tightness and the thick baseball-bat lodged in her pussy, it took a great deal of effort for Bud to push himself inside - but the burly hyena was more than up to the challenge, especially with his own built-up horniness added on top of his training. In the end, he even managed to squeeze his knot inside, stretching the tender sphincter to the limit - and once it began to swell, there was no way it was getting back out. Indeed, her groin had to be filled to capacity by then - Harley imagined she could almost hear the bones creak as the thick, knotted cock vied with the unyielding bat for space.

Sitting back in a comfy old chair, she watched the two rut together on the floor - Cheetah seeming to cum basically constantly, even as Bud clearly enjoyed the incredible tightness surrounding his cock immensely. She idly played with herself for a few minutes before whistling sharply, prompting Lou to reenter the room from where he'd been napping and recovering after going two rounds with Cheetah earlier. The now-rested hyena happily lent his tongue, leaving her hands free to stroke his handsome, furry head while she continued to watch the display - and, indeed, helping her to a slow, languid, exquisitely pleasurable orgasm that was born of equal parts voyeurism and oral pleasure.

Once she'd cum, however, her growling stomach made her aware that she hadn't eaten since last night - and even then, it was only a quick sandwich early on in the museum-roof stakeout. It was past noon by now, with gray daylight filtering through the cracks in the boarded-over windows of the old building, and she was_famished_. With a sigh, she pushed Lou - who'd happily have kept licking away at the sweet juices her pussy was drooling, if she let him - away, and started getting dressed. Almost as an afterthought, she whistled to draw the twin hyenas' attention, and gave them another command. "Alright you two, mama's gotta go get somethin' to eat! You two treat our guest to a Pounding Puppies while I'm gone, 'kay?" They barked in recognition, and Lou quickly bounded over to mount Cheetah's head again, his shoulders basically touching his brother's, their heads adjacent as they shared the limited space on the cat-girl's back. With the order they'd now been given, the two would continue to fuck the eager girl beneath them, trading places every time they climaxed, until they either worked themselves into complete exhaustion or their partner passed out - whichever came first.

There was a long-ass line at the shawarma-place down the road, and unfortunately, being a member of the Justice League meant that you couldn't skip the line by threatening to shoot and/or blow up other customers. But ah well, the shawarma was delicious, and it was fun seeing the kid behind the counter stare wildly and sweat when he realized she was the ACTUAL Harley Quinn, and not just some fangirl cosplayer. Maybe next time she swung by there, she'd get to skip the line_without_ threatening anyone - being a hero had its perks, after all!

Between that, and having to make sure nobody (including Bats' pervasive surveillance-network) had eyes on her when she returned to her hideout, it took a couple of hours to make that lunch-run. She wasn't surprised to discover, upon her return, that Bud'n'Lou were zonked out on the floor, snoring as they slept off their exhaustion - the two hyenas possessed unnatural levels of stamina and virility, but they DID have their limits... though the good news was that they'd bounce back, fit for a fight, with just a couple of hours worth of sleep. However, she WAS a bit surprised to find Cheetah still awake and conscious - and, indeed, begging for more cum, more cocks, more fucking. Left alone and still tied down, she'd resorted to just bobbing her rear up and down, making the baseball-bat that remained impaled in her pussy flex - though it was clear that this provided rather insufficient levels of stimulation.

The aphrodisiac spores SHOULD have worn off by now, leaving her exhausted and dead sleepy in their wake - at least, that's how they'd worked on Harley in the past. Perhaps mixing them with Mistah J's old weakness-toxin had caused some sort of unforeseen reaction? Regardless, she could hardly leave the poor kitty alone on the floor, crying her heart out with unreleased desire... especially not when there was an aspect of the spores' effects that she hadn't really explored yet. Grinning, she bent down behind Cheetah and pulled out the baseball-bat with a sucking, slurping sound, then took a moment to admire the view - the cunt gaping widely after having been stretched around the thick bat for hours, and above it, the puffy, distended asshole, worn ragged by the hyenas' repeated attention.

Then a moan of deprivation from Cheetah snapped her out of her reverie, and she straightened up again, twirling the bat a couple of times as she licked her lips. Finally, she stepped to the side and casually swung the bat in a low arc so that it hit directly against Cheetah's gaping pussy with a wet smack. The cat-girl jumped in her restraints, then moaned and shuddered as Harley looked down at her with a smile. Bringing the bat further back, she swung it with more force, hitting the dripping orifice hard enough to send a spray of droplets flying from the impact. Again, Cheetah moaned, her tail dancing spasmodically, her breath quickening.

Finally, with a resounding thunk, Harley delivered a two-handed blow powerful enough to lift Cheetah's rear from the box she was resting on. The moan this drew disappeared into a drawn-out mewl as the kitty's battered body shook in orgasm. Harley giggled delightedly. The spores were doing their job, all right - they weren't just an aphrodisiac, they rewired your whole brain so that any intense sensation turned into pleasure. Pain, fear, humiliation, disgust... while you were on the spores, you couldn't feel any of that - only pleasure. She vividly remembered the games she'd played with Pam while under the influence - the exquisite pleasure of having thorn-riddled encircling her limbs, binding her, digging into her most sensitive and private areas... a mess to clean up afterwards, granted, what with all the blood, but it sure was fun while it lasted!

Working her shoulder to limber up the muscles, she let the memories play out in her head and started swinging again. By the time she'd worked up a decent sweat, Cheetah had cum twice more - and her pussy, by now, was a swollen, bright-purple mess, battered beyond recognition despite whatever vestige of super-toughness remained after the weakness-toxin had done its work. The bat was spattered with ample amounts of pussy-juice and blood, and Harley took a moment to lick it like a giant popsicle as she sauntered around the panting, sweat-drenched cat-girl. It tasted salty-sweet.

Squatting in front of Cheetah's head, she grabbed it by the hair - or was it a mane? - and guided it in between her thighs. The black, feline nose vibrated as it picked up the scent of Harley's arousal, and quickly guided her pink tongue to the source. Harley moaned slightly as the coarse texture of the tongue stimulated her pussy, but that wasn't really what she was after - pushing her hips forwards a bit more, she got a better grip on Cheetah's head and pushed against it firmly enough that she could feel the sharp fangs dig into her labia at the top and bottom. Then, with a sigh, she relaxed her bladder - emptying it in the eagerly-sucking mouth. Working up a sweat like that always made her need to piss like a racehorse - and the Big Gulp she had with her shawarma earlier probably hadn't helped either.

As expected, Cheetah lapped up the acrid liquid, letting it drench her tongue before swallowing mouthful after mouthful. In her aphrodisiac-soaked brain, the sense of disgust and humiliation would be converted into equally-intense pleasure - and sure enough, the kitty was bucking and shuddering with ecstasy, seemingly close to cumming just from that. As the last few dribbles left her urethra, Harley straightened up again, leaving Cheetah's tongue to lap at the empty air for a few moments, and took a long look at the cat-girl's state. Then she whistled, rousing the two sleeping hyenas, who tiredly shuffled to their feet.

"Bud, Lou... go mark your territory!" she said, grinning, as she pointed at Cheetah. What with everything that's been going on, she hadn't gotten around to giving them any walkies today, so this command at least they were eager to respond to. Cheetah's already-unfocused eyes seemed to go even fainter when Bud - always a bit quicker off the starting-blocks than his brother - jumped on her shoulders and slid his semi-stiffie out of its sheath. But she still obediently opened her mouth, jaw shaking slightly.

She'd been close before, so it didn't surprise Harley to see her cum from the converted humiliation as Bud's strong-smelling piss poured down her throat, gurgling out bubbling groans of pleasure through a mouthful of steaming urine. She came again a few minutes later when Bud, bladder emptied, was replaced by Lou. Once both of them had finished using her for a toilet, she was left shaking like a leaf in their wake, face-fur soaked with their piss - probably a pretty overpowering scent to someone like her, what with her supernaturally-sharp senses! And still, she wasn't done - "More..." she croaked, in a voice roughened by repeated throat-fuckings as well as the most recent ordeal.

Harley smiled prettily, working her neck back and forth. "All right, kitty... you asked for it. I know I said I wasn't gonna torture you, but hey - you won't mind if it's just for a bit, right?" Her only reply was a vague, empty look. "I'll take that as a yes! I mean, a no! Either way, you just hang around while I go get the whips, clamps and needles..." There were quite a few tools left behind in the hideout from its past duties - be it Mistah J's discarded 'toys', or interrogation-instruments from when it had hosted the occasional captive Regime-thug. She figured she could find enough stuff to keep Cheetah happy 'till the drugs wore off - couldn't last THAT much longer, could it?

Three hours later, Harley collapsed in her comfy chair, feeling drained. In front of her, Cheetah was convulsing her way through yet another orgasm as a trio of electrified clamps ran an agonizing current through her nipples and clit. The spores, from the look of it, were still working just fine - and meanwhile, Harley was getting downright bored. It had been fun at first, applying the various instruments of torture only to see her subject explode in ecstasy in response - but by now, it was getting old, and she'd gone through basically her entire toybox. Reusing stuff would just be boring!

Cheetah, meanwhile, was looking rather worse for wear. Aside from the three clamps - which were conducting enough current to be a serious heart-attack risk to someone less fit and healthy - her already-battered labia had been stapled to her inner thighs, keeping them out of the way. The pink insides that were thus exposed were decorated with a few dozen colorful push-pins, and a steady dripping of blood was dying the pool of pussy-juices between her legs a light pink. The asshole above resembled something belonging to a horse, by now - the sphincter grossly swollen and pushed out due to the abuse it had suffered. It was currently wrapped around a thick, spike-studded dildo, and pulsating slowly as it regularly squeezed down on the torturous intrusion. The surrounding buttocks, meanwhile, were criss-crossed in swollen red marks of various configurations - the tracks of numerous different instruments, ranging from a thin cane to a hard paddle, and everything in between.

It had all been good fun, but she was TIRED now. Come to think of it, she really hadn't gotten any sleep last night - and the sun was already sinking outside, judging my how reddish the light filtering through the windows had become. Maybe she could just take a short nap... yeah, that was the ticket. Yawning, she reluctantly pushed herself out of the chair again, and went over to detach Cheetah from the electric torture-machine, much to her loudly-voiced regret. She also removed the pins and the spiky dildo, though - after a moment's thought - she left the staples where they were. They did a nice job of keeping the grossly-swollen labia out of the way.

After one more yawn, she managed to deliver a sufficiently piercing whistle to rouse Bud'n'Lou - who had gone back to sleep hours earlier, once they'd finished emptying their bladders. They seemed a lot more perky now that they'd gotten some rest. She gestured vaguely towards Cheetah and mumbled out "Okay, you two... uh... give her Double Trouble, I guess?" They responded with a barking laugh and jumped over to the tied-down pussycat, eager to get to work again. It was a pretty free-form order, mostly just telling them to work together and sex up the target as long as they liked, without any specifics.

Then she stumbled back into her chair and leaned back. Seconds later, she was snoring. Cheetah, meanwhile, groaned in wordless eagerness as Bud jumped on her back and drove his thick, knobbly cock into her tortured, blood-spattered pussy - at least until Lou jumped on her shoulders and filled her mouth with his unwashed cock. The pain, humiliation and pleasure were all just one big lump of ecstasy to her, and she hungered for the feeling of hot cum pouring down her throat and filling her stomach again.

Harley slowly awoke, stretching awkwardly to get rid of the crick in her neck she'd earned for sleeping in a chair. Then she froze, and her eyelids fluttered open. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw what there was to see - which wasn't much. In front of her, an old box stood, surrounded by broken chains and mixed pools of semen, pussy-juice and blood. Clearly, the weakening-toxin had worn off while she slumbered, and no surprise either - it had to be past midnight. If she'd been a little less tired, that possibility - or rather, likelihood - would have occurred to her BEFORE she decided to take a nap. But seeing as it didn't, how come she was waking up at all? She would have expected a freshly-repowered and freed Cheetah to cut her throat while she slept, and probably repurpose her head as some kind of cute jewelry.

As she shook off the vestiges of sleep, nearby sounds hinted at an answer, and she curiously followed them - after collecting her blood-and-other-stuff-spattered baseball-bat, which she'd left leaning against her chair while she napped. The sounds were coming form the neighboring room that served as Bud'n'Lou's bedroom-slash-kennel - adorned with a couple of well-worn doggie-beds and the residue of many a bloody meal. And, at the moment, adorned by one sex-crazed Cheetah. Apparently, while the toxin had worn off, the aphrodisiac spores - which should have had much SHORTER duration - hadn't.

At least, that was the conclusion she immediately drew from the sight of Cheetah - ankles and wrists adorned by steel manacles with dangling bits of broken chains still attached - sitting astride Bud, rolled over on his back on the floor... while jacking off and rimming Lou, who was standing in front of her, facing away. She was really working it, too - clawed hand delicately tugging on his semi-hard cock while she buried her face in his furry bum, her tongue drilling into the hyena's smelly asshole. All the while, she was pumping her hips up and down, riding the unresisting Bud, who was just lying there with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his legs occasionally twitching in the air.

For a while, she just stood there, watching. Cheetah's tender treatment of Lou's rear seemed to reap dividends, as his canine cock slowly hardened into full erection, the knot swelling slightly at its base. Pulling her head back, she licked her chops like she'd just finished a saucer of milk, and clicked her tongue. Lou, looking a bit unsteady on his feet, marched around her and jumped up on her back, ramming his cock into her well-worn asshole in a single, smooth movement, providing her with the hyena DP she clearly craved.

Even as Cheetah began to moan and mewl, spine twisting as she pumped her hips back against the two canine cocks, making the most of Lou's long strokes before his knot reached full size and tied them together, however, Harley noticed something discordant. She'd winced when he first entered her. Not a lot, and it cleared up rapidly to be replaced with an expression of mindless pleasure, but she'd definitely winced. If the spores were still working, she should be essentially incapable of feeling pain, no matter HOW abused her asshole had to be by now. But if they_had_ worn off, why was she still acting like a complete nymphomaniac? And for that matter, why were Bud'n'Lou cooperating with her so readily, without any direct commands? Sure, she'd told 'em to just have a go at the kitty, freestyle, but their current behavior was way too schooled to just be them acting on their own. And besides, she'd never trained them for this sort of DP! (Though now that she was seeing it, it looked pretty neat... being sandwiched between two adorably fuzzy bodies like that... filled in both holes...)

Curiosity tugged at Harley's brain, but fatigue tugged more. The chair-nap hadn't really left her well-rested - in fact, she still felt rather bleary. And she needed to be back on duty by tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, or she'd get an earful from Bats. For a while, the desire for answers and the desire for rest battled in her sleep-deprived brain, even as she casually began to finger her cunt, enjoying the voyeuristic thrill of watching the once-haughty Cheetah debase herself so, apparently of her own impulse.

She watched as Lou knotted with Cheetah's ass, squatting down to get a better look. The kitty's sphincter looked, if possible, even more messed-up than before, and bulged out hugely whenever Lou pulled back. If it stretched any further, even his fully-inflated knot would be able to pass through. The labia beneath were looking even worse, of course, wrapped loosely around Bud's knot. The staples had been removed - more proof that Cheetah was no longer benefiting from the spores' induced masochism - but they were still a bruised, swollen mess, and bleeding lightly from a variety of small punctures that clearly hadn't had a chance to heal properly, what with all the activity in that region.

Seeing Bud'n'Lou have a go at Cheetah earlier had been pretty fun, but it was even more erotic now that she was an active participant. She was reaching back, rubbing Lou's neck and holding him in place like she was afraid he'd jump off and deprive her of the cock in her ass. At one point, she dipped her head to lick Bud's fangs, prompting him to return the favor - at which point she sucked his tongue into her mouth in an intense, canine-on-feline french-kiss. Maybe she could just keep her? Nah, taking care of two puppies were already a lot of work - she didn't have time to look after a kitty-cat, too!

Feeling the needs of decorum, she waited for Lou to finish blowing his load, then jump off - pulling his barely-deflated knot out of Cheetah's asshole with an audible plop - and finally presenting his cock, stained with sperm, blood and minor traces of other things, for cleaning. Cheetah sucked down the rank tool without a moment's hesitation, and by the time it left her mouth, it was sparkling-clean again. It seemed she'd learned a lot from her experience!

That was the point where Harley stepped in, however, whistling sharply to bring the hyenas to heel, one hand wrapped tightly around her bat. "A'right, kitty - that's your lot! You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. It's already dark outside, so you shouldn't have any trouble making your way outta here unseen, just like I promised, right?" Cheetah blinked, looking confused as her eyes reluctantly left the spit-slick hyena-cock in her hand. "Leave? But... need more cock... need more cum..." she was growling, her voice more gravelly than ever, but Harley just shook her head. "Sorry, girl, but these two are mine - get your own, why don't ya? You're supposed to be a big-shot hunter and all, so just go hunt down some hunks, with four legs or two for all I care!"

With obvious reluctance, Cheetah climbed off Bud - who had been struggling to get up since he heard her command-whistle - and crouched on the floor looking lost. "Exit's thattaway!" Harley declared, pointing. "Close the door on your way out! Been fun, good times, party's over, mama needs some shuteye!" Cheetah hissed in annoyance, but showed no real aggressive moves - instead, she just shook her fur to loosen it, and dashed in the indicated direction with characteristic speed. Apparently, once her powers returned fully, spending most of a day chained to the floor and getting alternately raped and tortured was something she could just walk - or even run - off. Shrugging, Harley patted Bud'n'Lou on the heads and let them stagger to bed - Cheetah had managed to exhaust them AGAIN - before following suit herself and seeking a more comfortable sleeping-position than her chair. She had to remember to take a shower in the morning - otherwise, she wouldn't be surprised if mister World's-Greatest-Detective somehow figured out what she'd been up to just from the SMELL...

Outside, Cheetah used her enchanted claws to swiftly and agilely climb the concrete walls of a neighboring building, making for the night-dark rooftops. She paused, there, hearing the cry of a city-owl flying somewhere above, in the darkness. It made her shudder. She understood it - not as words, but as a wordless desire. A mating-call, an open invitation for any female to come back to his nest and get fucked silly. She'd always had a tenuous connection to The Red - that nebulous hive-mind made up of all the world's animal life - and had generally tried to ignore it, not wanting to become a servant of this strange force, the way she'd seen others (like Poison Ivy) become servants of The Green. Even when Circe's potion had reinforced the connection as part and parcel of perfecting her transformation, even when she'd used the strongest part of that connection to communicate with natural cheetahs, she'd done her best to ignore the larger implications.

Now, she no longer could. The ordeal she'd just gone through, the deprivation, the drugs... it had opened her mind to the call of The Red. Considering the nature of that ordeal, however, it seemed as if she'd been attuned to a particular_part_ of The Red, however - specifically, the raw physicality of the bestial sex-drive. She could feel it all around her - the overpowering mating-urges of every animal in the area, from the eagerly-boning rats hiding in the walls of the building beneath her, to the lust of a stray dog who had caught the scent of a bitch in heat. She could tell precisely how many animals were boning nearby - and how many were THINKING of boning, which was virtually all of them.

That cumulative desire was flowing through and over her, carrying her with it like a great tide. She wanted to partake in it,be it... and more than anything, she wanted to SATISFY it. Her bloodthirsty hunting-instincts, it seemed, had been entirely overridden by a more primal, more important drive. It had been only minutes since she left the two endlessly-horny hyenas behind, but already her holes - for all that they were smarting and worn ragged - ached to be filled again, and her stomach rumbled for hot cum, not fresh blood. She needed...needed!

Where could she go? Africa? Someone had mentioned Africa? A fetching idea, but there was no way she'd make it that far. She'd go crazy if she didn't get some cock again within the hour. She reached out with her new-found, extrasensory perception, and identified the biggest concentration of sexual frustrations she could sense. Based on the direction and the faint scents that the wind carried with it from that direction, she could make a fair guess at the source - the Gotham Zoo! That was her target, then. There, she would surely be able to find many an eager partner - even if they lacked the training and chemically-induced mutations of the twin hyenas, her connection to The Red would surely make them pliable and then some.

But she couldn't make it that far in one go. Already, the long-term planning was being edged out of her mind by the growing, overpowering desire. She sought a closer source, and found it - one building ahead, down in a trash-strewn back alley, a flea-bitten stray dog was grumpily foraging for food in the rubbish-heaps, feeling horny and deprived after a bitch in heat wound up being chased down by a younger, fitter dog instead of him. Normally, he would have panicked and run when Cheetah, reeking of jungle-predators and unfamiliar canines, landed nimbly in front of him - but he, too, was part of The Red. And so, instead, he drew towards her, an eager grin on his canine face.

Cheetah grinned too, as she got down on all fours in front of him, lifting her tail so that he could inspect her ruined holes. She'd give the poor mutt satisfaction the likes of which he'd never dreamed. It had been years since he'd last managed to land a bitch, and his balls churned with unreleased vigor as his bright-red cock emerged from its sheath. Enough to fill her pussy AND her stomach. And then... oh, a thorough tongue-cleaning of his flea-bitten ballsack and unwashed asshole should help recharge his reserves in a hurry. She figured she could get at least four or five loads out of him, with proper motivation. Then she'd be able to make it at least a block or two, before she needed to stop for another... snack. Gotham had no shortage of stray dogs, and she'd be satisfying the unreleased desire of many of them as she made her way to the Zoo.

And once she got there... well, she should be set for the foreseeable future. Beyond that, eh, she'd figure it out when the time came. For now, all she could think of was the hot doggy-dick that was invading her sore, throbbing pussy, easily drilling into the well-stretched and well-lubricated orifice... the first of many for this trip!

The End

(Possibly to be continued...)