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Her name was Sunny. Not her real name, mind you. That was a secret. Her superhero name was Sunny, right enough, and in that guise she wore a blond wig and gold costume to go with her domino mask. She couldn't change her height or her athletic physique, but when powered up her "Sunny" glow made her dark-tanned skin much lighter-colored, and between that and wig no one seemed to have connected her two identities.

When she wasn't out fighting crime or hanging out with other teen superheroes, Sunny was a college student. Her after-hours superhero work kept her from holding down a regular job, so money was always tight. The best she could manage for extra income was an the occasional side job that made use of her superpowers.

Sunny could fly, was very tough and was as strong as fifteen or twenty men. That meant that she could do a half day's work at a non-union construction site and get more heavy, if unskilled labor done than a whole crew of normal workers. Or she could be a random super powered spokesperson in a commercial, with a different wig and a costume. Power Girl Lite, she thought of herself.

Sunny was always looking for the next side gig. It was just that she chose the wrong one this time.

"Sparring partner wanted," she read one day on the heroes-wanted job site. "Must be female, at least six and feet tall, able to lift a car." That hedged out a lot of heroines, but Sunny was just an inch below six feet. Maybe if she wore pumps with a bit of a heel....

"One thousand dollars per sparring session," she read. Sunny leaned back in her chair and sighed. "I hope this isn't a porn thing again." Porn she wouldn't do. She'd done just about everything else though, including giving a walk-on-his-back foot massage to a rich guy who enjoyed it a little too much.

"Costume will be provided," she read. Sunny shrugged and sent a direct message to BARBARA via the web page. BARBARA responded and two hours later Sunny landed in the rooftop garden of a very expensive looking penthouse.

About half the roof was garden and it was a real jungle, with exotic plants and flowers, winding paths and ancient-looking statuary. The trees grown up around the edges blocked any view in or out except for a few spots. Whoever lived here liked their privacy. Even overhead the spreading leaves kept any fliers from seeing in.

"Good, you're here," purred a voice. Sunny turned and almost flew away then and there.

The speaker was a more than six foot tall cheetah woman. And not "cheetah woman" in the sense that she had on a spotted dress and mask, or even a furry costume. This cheetah woman actually was, with padded feline feet, a spotted pelt, gently waving tail and a muzzled face that wouldn't look out of place on an actual cheetah.

There were a few cat or animal people around, some heroes, some actors and some just getting by in normal occupations. Aliens, magically or technologically altered humans, visitors from secret jaguar cities or whatnot. Some were better known than others and Sunny knew who she was looking at.

"Cheetah," Sunny said, and put her back firmly against a tree. Cheetah was supposed to be super-fast and she didn't want to give the supervillainess an opening.

What she should have done was fly away the moment she saw Barbara Ann Minerva, noted archaeologist, thief and villain. She did not, because she needed the money. And Cheetah didn't seem threatening. In this she was mistaken, and that one mistake was all it took to get Sunny in real trouble.

"Oh, relax," purred Cheetah. "You answered the sparring partner ad, and you look like you'll do. The costume is right over there."

She pointed a clawed finger and Sunny saw a familiar set of armor on a table amongst the shrubbery. The red and gold metal, Romanesque armored skirt, the bustier with room for bigger boobs than hers. It was a very good mock-up of Wonder Woman's costume. There was even a golden lasso which Sunny wrapped around her wrist. She felt no compulsion to tell the truth but it was a really good, and really expensive looking replica. Around the table was a hanging curtain that could be closed to make a sort of dressing room.

Cheetah was tapping one foot impatiently, though this lost its impact as her four-toed padded foot made no sound at all on the tile portico. "Come on, get dressed. I haven't had a good sparring session in a week."

"If this is a sex thing I'm not interested," Sunny said.

"It's not a sex thing," Cheetah purred. "You know how it is. Ever since Diana went missing last year, there's been a Wonder Woman-shaped hole in my life. She was my nemesis. It's just not the same without her showing up from time to time. It's like when Superman disappears or dies, Lex Luthor doesn't know what to do with himself. So until Diana shows up from whatever parallel world or hollow earth she's gone to, I hire sparring partners."

Sunny nodded. She hadn't been a superhero long enough to hear about this sort of thing. She even had her own sort of nemesis, though hers was a geek's tech-oriented supervillain who attacked her with roboticized washing machines and other lameness.

Still, it was Cheetah. She'd heard that the supervillainess using that name was sometimes a human in a suit, sometimes a were-animal of sorts, but always dangerous.

Cheetah saw her hesitation. "I know this isn't what you expected," Cheetah purred. "I'll double the pay."

"Fine," Sunny said, and pulled the curtain shut. When she opened it again she was dressed in the Wonder Woman costume. There was even a black wig to swap in for her own. Cheetah didn't need to know she put the wig on over natural hair of the same color. She left her phone and wallet on the table.

If she'd thought to check her phone, she'd have seen that it had no signal at all, even right here in the city. That might have made her suspicious. But she didn't. She had no idea a combination of technology and magic made the penthouse impossible to spy on.

"You're going to have to live with the mask," Sunny said. "That stays on."

"Take a minute to get used to the armor," Cheetah purred. She stretched, leaning from side to side and interlacing her fingers behind her back. She was wearing nothing but fur and if Sunny wanted to look, everything Cheetah had was out in the open to see. Sunny didn't look.

Instead she put on the armor. It was heavy stuff, the prop armor. Weirdly, though the metal was thick and high quality, the leather padding on the inside was cheap and looked glued on. There was a porous quality to the red and gold metal too, as though it was mildly corroded. Sunny shrugged and put the rest on.

The whole suit weighed at least fifty pounds but with her super-strength that was no problem. Sunny threw a practice kick and a few punches, then nodded.

They began. Cheetah started with a lightning-quick side kick that Sunny just blocked, followed it with a roundhouse and then two punches. The second punch turned into a clawed swipe that glanced off "Wonder Woman's" left bracer. The metal might be corroded but it was tough.

"Watch the claws," Sunny said as she leapt into the air. Cheetah was playing rough so she did too. She could fly up and fly down too and the only reason Cheetah avoided getting smashed under a double kick was the cat-woman's superhuman speed. Cheetah flicked to the side and Sunny barely blocked the return kick.

For five minutes they traded punches, getting used to each other's fighting style and hitting harder. Cheetah was definitely holding back but she still kicked Sunny across the tile portico a couple of times. If it weren't for the armor she'd be badly bruised. Her superhuman strength, toughness and stamina let her keep up the pace and the better part of an hour later both were sweating, or panting in Cheetah's case.

"Very good," she purred, as she rose from being smashed against the tiles. The impact cracked the stone but Cheetah was tough enough to fight the real Wonder Woman. "Use the lasso."

The golden lariat was warm between Sunny's fingers. "This must have cost a fortune."

"Focus," Cheetah purred, and came at her again.

Sunny had no idea how to use the "magic" lasso and whipped it at Cheetah as though it were a lash. That was when things went horribly wrong.

Once the lasso was in Sunny's hands Cheetah's movements suddenly doubled in speed. With an invisibly fast flick of her hand she caught the end of the loop and darted sideways. Sunny lost track of the cat woman and before she knew what was happening she was bound in the lasso from ankles to shoulders. With one Flash-fast spiral movement Cheetah wrapped her up in the thing.

Damn, the thing was strong! Sunny reflexively tried to snap the lasso, but it just dug into her skin or pushed the armor tight against her. Cheetah reappeared in front of her, grinning a fanged grin, and Sunny flew upward out of reach.

Or tried to. "No no," Cheetah purred, and pinned her against a marble pillar. "No running away now that I've worked up an appetite."

"The deal didn't include bondage," Sunny snapped. "I said no sex things."

"Don't worry," the spotty woman purred. "I didn't hire you for sex." Just the same, she leaned in and a raspy cat tongue slid over Sunny's naked shoulder. Even with her superhuman toughness the sharp barbs rasped. Cheetah licked her chops and smiled. "Tasty, though."

Sunny tried to dart upward with all the flight power she could muster but Cheetah was waiting for it and pinned her firmly against the pillar. She'd definitely been holding back. The cat-woman wasn't just faster than she was, but much stronger.

Cheetah took the dangling end of the lasso in her padded hand. "What's your real name," she purred.

"Deborah Walken," Sunny said involuntarily, her eyes widening. "Wait."

"That's right, Deborah," Cheetah purred. "It's the real thing. So is the armor. Diana's gear was made by Hephaestus, the smith of the gods. The lasso by someone else, depending on which story you believe. It didn't do anything before because you didn't know how to use it."

"Why are you doing this," Sunny said. She tried to get her knees up to kick Cheetah away, but wrapped in magic lasso from the ankles up she was slow and easy to evade.

"You're just a substitute, dear," Cheetah purred. "I miss Diana. So I hired Leona, I think her name was, then Patty, then Tiana. She was a real amazon of a woman. Then Greta, then, oh, I can't remember the last one, she wasn't very interesting. Now you are standing in for Diana. You aren't as fun as Diana, or even Tiana, but you'll do."

Cheetah pinned Sunny against the pillar, bracing herself so there was no chance of her opponent flying away. "Its my own fault for succumbing to impulse. If I'd just wrapped Diana up like I did, then let her get away, I could still fight her. Instead, well," her long raspy tongue moistened her chops. "I just got the one meal. It was a good meal, but still."

"You're lying," Sunny gasped, but Wonder Woman -was- missing. She'd not been seen in public for a year. "If you ate her, the other heroes would find out."

"A few did," Cheetah purred. "But I'm easy to underestimate. Even a certain flying rodent did, when he came looking for Diana. I don't have his costume to show you, though. Unlike Diana's armor, the bat-suit was quite digestible. Just like its owner."

Sunny thought about the porous feel of the armor she'd put on, the way cheap leather padding was glued on the inside. The metal was nearly impervious to acid, but not the padding. The cat had to replace it every time she ate the wearer.

She hadn't heard about Batman being missing, but there were a lot of Bat-whatevers. If one took Batman's place to cover up the disappearance..."You're lying," Sunny said.

"I'm not," Cheetah purred. "Diana and the others are gone. Let me show you where they went." And suddenly Sunny's head was in her mouth.

Sunny froze when Cheetah's muzzle creaked wide. Strings of saliva connected the raspy tongue to wrinkled palate and past yellowed fangs she saw into a slick wet throat. She tried to jerk her head back when Cheetah leaned forward but with pillar behind her there was nowhere to retreat. Cheetah hooked her lower fangs beneath her chin and pushed her muzzle forward until the top fangs popped past the peak of Sunny's head. With one unnatural yawn she engulfed Sunny's whole head.

There was nowhere to go, no way to escape. Cheetah braced her padded feet hard against the tiles and pinned Sunny's arms against the pillar with her hands. Wrapped in the unbreakable lasso Sunny could only squirm as a raspy tongue gathered itself beneath her chin.

With that muzzled face she'd buy that Barbara could eat a whole mouse, maybe a medium-sized rat. But now the cheetah-woman swallowed and Sunny's entire head slipped into a wet chute of gullet.

"No!" Sunny squirmed and kicked, and maybe if she weren't tied up she might have wriggled free. Cheetah was faster and stronger but swallowing someone your own size has to be awkward. Wrapped up like a mummy, though, she could only wriggle as Cheetah worked her fanged jaws past her shoulders. These seemed an impossible obstacle until the cat-woman twisted her head, getting her muzzle over Sunny's right shoulder and her chin over the left. The cheetah's thin neck swelled grotesquely as she pushed her muzzle over Sunny's upper arms.

"It should be impossible," Sunny thought. But a rapid, excited pulse throbbed through her skull as Cheetah swallowed again. A great contraction of the throat muscles took a firm grip on her shoulders and squeezed her deeper. A fleshy sphincter expanded over her forehead and Sunny's face slipped neatly into a wetly caustic cheetah stomach.

"No, no! Stop!" But Cheetah didn't. With a push of her wide-open jaws she engulfed Sunny to the navel, sharp fangs gliding over her meal's super-tough skin. A normal human would be scraped and scratched by the sharp canines and jagged side teeth where the armor didn't cover but Sunny slipped down Cheetah's throat quite intact.

Her jaws were to Sunny's hips and the superheroine kicked desperately. Her armored foot slammed into the pillar and in a moment of inspiration she tried to wrap her legs around it. Cheetah couldn't swallow her and the pillar too!

She'd forgotten the lasso. Her legs were bound tightly together and slamming them into the marble only succeeded in pushing her butt into Cheetah's maw. Half a woman was in the cat's gullet and ironically it was the spotty supervillainess who locked her legs around the pillar. Sunny was still trying to fly away but Cheetah was firmly anchored now and with a massive gulp she sent Sunny's ass down her throat.

Sunny's tightly bound legs grew shorter and shorter as a rolling contraction of Cheetah's throat muscles pushed her ass down the feline throat. When the slide stopped only Sunny's armored calves and feet were outside her muzzle.

"Mmm," Cheetah growled, and Sunny felt the supervillainess vibrate around her. Half of her was stuffed into Cheetah's stomach and a grotesque bulge swelled out of the slender cat's belly.

"Please, no," she begged, but Cheetah just chuckled. She leaned forward until Sunny's feet pressed against the pillar. With her knees in the cat's maw there was nothing Sunny could do but whimper. Cheetah simply leaned further forward, and with her feet against the pillar there was nowhere for Sunny's calves to go but down her throat.

"No, no," Sunny whimpered, but Cheetah didn't even bother to chuckle this time. With a toss of her muzzle Sunny's feet were in her maw and Cheetah swallowed her down. A double bulge of feet moved through spotty neckfur and it was over. Nothing was left of Sunny but a vast, lumpy bulge in Cheetah's slender middle and a couple of feet of golden lasso that hung from the supervillainess's fanged maw.

Sunny slithered helplessly into Cheetah's stomach, forced to curl up tightly to fit. Before she could think to fight, maybe kick the cat from the inside, Cheetah wrapped her powerful hands around the bulge and pulled herself closer to the pillar with her legs. As the bulge flattened against the stone Sunny was squeezed cruelly inside the cat. A human would have been crushed by Cheetah's superhuman strength but Sunny was merely trapped, barely able to move but unhurt.

Unhurt for the moment. The pressure against her belly forced a long, somehow smug-sounding belch out of Cheetah, and most of the air vanished from her belly. Thick droplets of stomach acid trickled in to replace it. Sunny was tough but the acid stung wherever it touched. The cheetah's stomach acids must be as superpowered as she was. Even her wig was slimy where it touched her face, the expensive real hair dissolving just like hers would when the acid got to it. She'd read somewhere that hair was indigestible, but apparently not to Cheetah.

"Please," Sunny begged, but once again the cheetah only chuckled. The furry belly was stretched so thin Sunny could hear the cat, and vice versa.

"Almost too easy," Cheetah purred. Her padded fingers stroked the bulge in her middle and Sunny felt them glide over the shape of her face. Perhaps only an inch of fur and flesh was between Sunny and the cool evening air. It was enough. More acid came tricking in and Sunny knew she was doomed.

"Diana was much more of a challenge," Cheetah purred as she petted her belly. "And so tough! I got very lucky to tie her up in her lasso, and it took a whole week to digest her. And that Tiana hero, I barely got my jaws over her hips. But I did, and I swallowed her down, just like the others. And now it's your turn."

Only now did Sunny realize Cheetah had made a joke earlier. That crack about a Wonder Woman-shaped hole in her life? That only happened after the cat had a Diana-shaped bulge in her middle. Now Sunny took Diana's place, substituting not only as a sparring partner but as a replacement bulge. Wonder Woman wasn't going to reappear from some parallel dimension or Hollow Earth. The only hollow she'd occupied was Cheetah's stomach and the chance for her to reappear had passed, so to speak.

Cheetah tugged on the dangling end of the lasso and Sunny felt the pull against her ankles. "I could pull this, and you'd come right back up."

"But you won't," Sunny groaned from inside her. The hot walls of Cheetah's stomach were slick with acid now and a pool of it was accumulating at the bottom of the gut. By good or bad luck that was where Sunny's butt was. It would be a while before the level of acid reached her mouth and suffocated her. She could only wait as the tingling acid slowly rose. Down at the bottom, where her skin had been in contact the longest, it was already burning her. Digestion had begun and it was just a question of how long it would take her to break down and make her way through Cheetah's bowels.

"I won't," Cheetah agreed. Sunny felt her push the remaining lasso into her mouth and swallow. The last couple of feet joined her in the sloshing stomach. "I could wait and pull it up when you're digested, but I'll let it pick how to come out. Sometimes I cough it up with the armor, sometimes it goes all the way through. It's quite immune to my stomach acids, unlike you."

Sunny had been right about the armor. The metal seemed impervious to the stomach acid, but the leather against her skin was softening even faster than her skin. Wonder Woman's armor would be digested clean of all but metal when Cheetah retched it back up. Then would come the glue, new leather, and the search for the cat's next meal.

"You won't get away with this," Sunny gasped. She was reusing the same air and it was getting pretty foul.

"Oh, I will," Cheetah purred. "This isn't even my penthouse. I ate the owner, and when I leave I'll have a cleaning company give the place a thorough going over. By the time anyone even realizes you're missing," her padded fingers stroked the bulge of Sunny's face, "You'll be gone. It'd hard to prove a murder when there's no body. The only people who know I can swallow people whole have found out the way you did. They aren't talking, and neither will you."

She was right, Sunny knew. She kept her side jobs secret so she wouldn't embarrass her parents. By the time she missed enough classes for anyone to wonder where she was, she'd have made her way peacefully through Cheetah's digestive tract. Once she was consumed by the supervillainess's superhuman metabolism, there might not even be love handles left to give away the meal. What used to be her would be in the city sewers, and if they didn't find Batman or Wonder Woman's remains after Cheetah was done with them, they wouldn't find hers.

"Someone will catch you eventually," Sunny said. Stung by the acid, she put all her strength into a last effort to kick Cheetah from the inside. If she hurt the cat enough, maybe Cheetah would throw her up.

It just made the cat grunt in the moment before strong hands squeezed Sunny into immobility.

"Probably," the cat purred. "But not this time." Her fingers squeezed in, Cheetah let out a long belch, and the last thing Sunny heard was the gurgle as more acid came flowing in.