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Becoming Cheetah

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Christian had never been someone that lived all that much of an exciting life. He was just…normal. And that was fine – people could be normal too. That was more than okay.

He just liked his life the way it was, working as an accountant with a decent paying salary. He lived alone and collected models, figures…often reading comics too. Chris needed to wear glasses for reading and, frankly, he wore them most of the time. It was easier to keep them on, so he could read signs and stuff – especially when he was coming home from a convention on the train. Even then, he needed to be aware of his surroundings the best he could.

“Mm…"

He yawned, stretching his arms up above his head as he ascended the stairs to his apartment, stepping inside and dropping his bag. It was a good time that he had not cosplayed at the con that time, as he had not had all that much kit to bring back with him.

“Ugh… Think I best get an early night."

He smiled, comfortably sleepy. It was easier like that, better like that. He had one more day off before he had to go back to work but, honestly, Chris most likely wouldn't tell anyone about where he had been. Even though the people working in the same office as him were a rather quirky bunch, he didn't think that they would think as well of him if they thought he was overly into “geeky" stuff. But what the hell was wrong with any of that? He had an interest, multiple ones, and pursued them happily.

Sometimes, that really was the best that many could ask for and he lived a happier life than many.

Still, things were set to change as he settled down into bed that night, his dreams set in the D.C. universe – the animated one, strangely enough. Yet it was a cheetah character, Cheetah, herself, who featured the most prominently, crawling over him with a purr and a sensual wiggle of her hips.

His face burned, yet Chris, even in his dream, couldn't do anything, frozen in place.

“Mmm…" She purred, her long tail flicking and curling in a distinctly feline fashion. “I knew you would be the one."

The one? What did that even mean? Yet it was not time for him to know as he slipped into another body, another life and another time.

His old world had not held all that much for him anyway.

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Urf…

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Chris groaned, blinking softly. The world around him felt strange, though it was as if he was more present in his own body. The weight of it was evident – but he also felt strong, powerful, as if he could kick off at any moment, springing into action.

Something's different…

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Chris didn't know what to think about that, not really, shifting his weight as things came into focus. Everything felt sharp but…as if his mind was working slowly and sluggishly too, which was different to normal. A murmur of voices surrounded him, though it was as if he was underwater, hearing them through some muffling influence or from a distance.

“Hm…"

His body was tight, full of energy – but energy that he could not quite reach. That was odd, very odd… And there was a weird pressure around his crotch, as if something was pressing down around there, holding it, cupping it.

Ugh… Did my pyjamas get caught around my legs again?

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That had happened a couple of times before, when he had rolled around in bed too much, restless in the middle of the night but fast asleep. It was annoying but not really a huge problem.

But…why did it feel like there was a huge pillow under him? He squirmed. No… No, it was just under his buttocks, which was weird enough. So thick and soft… Chris chuckled faintly to himself. He had to be dreaming, surely, some weird dream. Yet the burble of amusement that broke his lips was higher-pitched than he might have expected.

Probably need to get a glass of water, maybe my mouth is dry.

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Yet…Chris was not lying, but sitting, kind of. His toes curled, digging into a moderate carpet pile, something catching there. He swayed, his brow furrowing.

“Huh?!"

He snapped fully awake, his eyes open, wide and staring. What the hell was going on? He wasn't even in his room anymore! That wasn't what he had expected!

Around him, many people stared at him, some unblinkingly, others with worry and some with annoyance. A couple even smirked at him and he flinched, his hands before him, digging his nails down into the carpet before him. He seemed to be crouched on the floor, though was lean and large enough to see over the edge of a moderate table, which was neither too high nor too low.

Chris tensed, his back stiff, something swishing and pulling behind him. It both felt like it was a part of him and not at the same time.

Supervillains… Wait, he recognised them! And there was Livewire there – just like from the D.C. universe! Livewire smiled at him, inclining her head. Instinctively, Chris wanted to tip towards her, his lips parted.

He knew her…but not in the way Livewire thought she knew him, oh no. Something was different, something very wrong, as he sat there in the Legion of Doom Headquarters, surrounded by the all the supervillains that he had been so fascinated by for so long in his comics and games, movies and more.

“Hey, are you okay?"

Livewire leaned in a little closer and Chris stiffened, his lower jaw falling slack.

“Uh… Yes?"

That wasn't his voice.

That really wasn't his voice.

Chris looked down, barely even daring to see himself. It was not something he would have considered normally, but his body was not his own before. It didn't even feel the same as before and it most certainly did not occupy the space he had expected.

A body, so smooth, so powerful, with the rise of what he could only describe as breasts on his chest, even though no nipples could be seen through his fur, seemingly, at that time. He had nipples normally but he didn't dare bring his hands up to his chest, to feel and grope his body, to get a handle on what was happening to him.

This…

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The weight of something long tugged at him and he glanced back, looking over a softly brown-furred shoulder that was definitely not his, spots catching his attention.

A tail. It swept back and forth, curling lightly. Chris tensed. He really shouldn't have had a tail.

From further down the long table with rounded corners, Livewire smiled at him. Chris tipped forward, his tongue moving around his mouth, though it too felt thinner than usual, flicking back and forth and pulling against teeth that were not his. He was struck by the sudden urge, as if it did not truly come from him, to pull his lips back from his teeth and pant, releasing something. Chris didn't quite know what, however…

This can't be happening… What am I? Who am I?

There was something more in his mind too, times with Livewire. He caught a brown-furred tail whipping around him as they tested out their powers, him leaping and twisting and turning… Rather like a cat, in fact. Together, they laughed, mischievous playfulness winding through what seemed to be a relationship between the two of them.

If Chris had depicted their relationship in any way, he would have said that he and Livewire, from the memories playing faintly in his head, as if they had always been there, were partners in crime. And rather a little more than good friends too.

Huh…

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Yet he was not as he was meant to be as whispers surrounded him and, unknown to Chris, ears twitched back and forth on his head, lightly turning to the extent they were able to catch and filter through the sounds.

Lex Luthor held his lips together in a thin line, yet there was no sense of his jaw clenching. Chris' heart pounded, shifting back and forth, the weight of his body helping him sink down into his squatting crouch even more. It was wrong, so wrong… The room was big around him but that didn't bother Chris – it was merely the sensation of being in another body, the wrong body.

He felt everything, even as panic fluttered and clutched at his chest, pounding and gripping, a squeezing hand that could not be escaped, not even then.

Wrong, wrong, wrong…

Yet… The body was one that he recognised.

“Cheetah," Lex Luthor said, his voice taking on a hard, unyielding tone. “So glad you can join us. Are we boring you?"

Chris stiffened.

Cheetah… That was him! Him…but not in his body – in Cheetah's body! Suddenly, it all made sense why he had fur, why it looked like he had breasts – even the tail made sense! Yet it was not the good kind of sense, mixed feelings swirling through him, exhilaration tangled with fear. For how could he not be fearful and twisting through panic when his body was not his own and he had been shoved, seemingly, into another world?

It very much did not feel like a dream, not in the slightest. He was too solid for that, a light flush of embarrassment curling through him as something twitched on top of his head and Chris glanced away.

“Um… Yes?" He tried, his voice lighter, more feminine. “Yes, I…uh…it is a pleasure to be here."

Lex Luthor studied him – Cheetah – for a moment, but he didn't flinch, sinking into a form that was not his own. Chris would never have been able to hold that eye contact if he had been in his old life and time.

That alone was the biggest clue that something had changed, rather than it all being a dream or a very ill-timed hallucination. His fur tingled, standing on end, tugging at sensitive nerve-endings, something that conveyed more information to his mind than any nerve-endings in his old skin and body had ever done.

“Hm."

Lex Luthor studied him closely and Chris held his breath, lungs tight.

“As I was saying," he continued at last, breaking his gaze. “The train will unload in Saffrone City, as you can see on the map… Here…"

Chris exhaled. At least he had got away with that, though his heart pounded. It was wrong, so wrong – but he kind of liked it too? It sounded like Lex Luthor and the team of uncanny supervillains were planning a heist of military documents – though he didn't have any particular interest in that, no. Not when he had been dumped into a new time, a new body, and was busy trying to understand everything going on.

Without revealing himself, of course. Wasn't that the first rule about waking up in a different body?

At least, that was what Chris thought. And he could only go on what he knew, doing the best he could.

As Lex Luthor droned on and on and on, he looked down, taking a moment to surreptitiously check out his new form, how his body was set, the weight of it. Sure, there was muscle there, but it was so lean and powerful. No wonder Cheetah was being used as an asset in Lex Luthor's plans of robbing a target of documents detailing military technology. Privately, Chris thought that it would have been better to steal the weapons themselves that they were talking about, but, well, he could only do so much there.

It was weird to be naked there, though he didn't feel naked, not with fur covering his body, everything that needed to be covered already well-covered. Still, he moved his arms in front of his chest a little, hiding his chest. Was nudity allowed there? He couldn't honestly remember ever seeing Cheetah, in the comics, wearing clothes.

So…what version of Cheetah was he? And would he get out of it at any point? If it was not a dream…then how had he been sucked into another reality?

It seemed, in that case, that the line between comic books and his real world, his old world, was thinner than he could ever have imagined.

He tensed, rounding and hunching his shoulders forward. Why was he there? Everything they were going over was so boring. He would have loved to be involved in it before, though the difference there was that he had been dropped into the scene, that he did not truly belong there. It would have been far more natural for him to watch what was going on via a screen, set back from events and merely there to enjoy them.

He settled down the best he could, strong, muscular legs coiled under him, tail sweeping back and forth, back and forth. All Chris had to do was get through the meeting… Then he could get out and work out what the hell had happened to him.

Only, where was he even to go from there?

There was no right answer. And there didn't seem to be all that many wrong answers either.

Regardless of what happened or what Chris was supposed to do, he would try to understand the world that he had tumbled into, his new life and shockingly feminine form. He simply couldn't crouch there forever, after all.

Everything around him was too loud, even then, and he flinched away from it, stifling a sound that seemed to be a cross between a yowl and a growl, tugging at his throat. His ears flicked and twitched against his will, filtering the noise into his eardrums while he struggled not to reel from it. And there were so many smells there also, far too many smells. Instinctively, his mind as Cheetah tried to unravel them, to sift through the myriad of scents to work out just what related to what…and who.

Deodorant.

Sweat.

Cleaning products.

Gunpowder.

Livewire's body lotion.

His own soft fur.

And much more. Chris stood with the rest of them, taking his cue from Livewire, even if he didn't have any intention of heading off with her at that time. There were too many confusing memories intertwined with his own to unravel memories of long legs curled around his, a tail lashing across bedsheets.

Oh, my…

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As they dispersed, Chris slipped out into the hallway ahead of the rest with the suppleness of a feline, sweet and discreet. It was easy, if he didn't think about it.

He tried to act like Cheetah, walking on two legs, for the moment, and standing tall. Cheetah was strong and agile, confident in herself. That was what he had to do, if he was stuck in her body. And what a body it was…

Chris stifled a growl as he caught sight of himself on a reflective, metal surface, though it was not enough to see his body in all its glory. Most of the feline's body was on show and yet he still didn't feel naked, which was weird, seeing a female body and yet still feeling male inside. He twitched his tail back and forth, watching how the spotted length twitched. Hm… It would have been weird to have anything restricting it.

He had to be as fast as Cheetah too and took advantage of that, sprinting down the hallway of the headquarters, though he, admittedly, did not know it all that well. It appeared to be nighttime outside, stars in the sky, but he was not sure what the world outside would look like when he woke up the next day. If he would even still find himself in Cheetah's body.

Chris, however, very much was not willing to go back yet, not as he relished in Cheetah's strength, her agility, taking it on for himself. He leapt from wall to wall, springing back and forth with due relish, bouncing around as if the bounds of gravity simply no longer held any meaning for him at all.

He didn't need to remain landlocked with strong thighs and springy calves, feeling his muscles bunch and coil, leaping forth with great agility. Air whistled by his body but he laughed, not meeting anyone along his way as his sensitive nose twitched.

Ah… Even if he didn't know where he was going, he could follow his own scent, which was obvious enough, back to his room, resting up before the mission. He wasn't even all that sure that he would be able to focus on it, running at full pelt, a wild, ragged laugh ripping itself from his lips.

He… He was Cheetah! He was actually Cheetah!

In the break from his old life and time, Chris could not have thought of anywhere that he would have rather been, taking a deep breath and letting out a feral, feline yowl. To be able to run faster than he ever would have been able to as a human, to lean forward into the run and feel his blood pumping, the evident throb of it all around his body… It was more than he could ever have imagined.

And, all the while, he had to pay attention to the shift of the breasts on his chest, how the extra weight there forced him to adjust his balance, for his centre of gravity was not where it had been before. That was a small price to pay, indeed, for being able to take his pleasure in another's body, in exactly the way that he had always wanted to.

Well, Chris would have wanted it if he had known it was possible.

Cheetah's room was oddly cat-like – and yet suited the character perfectly at the same time. There was no cat bed for her but a long, raised platform that looked very much like the sort of thing that a cheetah would like to sprawl out along, a fake tree bough supporting it, hanging there by thick, coiled ropes. He growled without actively trying to make the sound and leapt for it, the platform swinging lightly as his weight landed but not all that much. That was just how light Chris was on his feet after his transformation, accepting and adoring a body that was so far beyond his wildest dreams that he simply would never have been able to imagine it.

“Oh…"

A large mirror hung across from the bed, the floor soft, though he wasn't sure whether it was hard-packed dirt or some kind of woven fibre. Either way, it didn't catch in the short claws on his feet – or were they paws? Hm… He hadn't really thought about that before.

He took the time to observe his new form, clearly, for the first time. It was needed, turning around so that he could see every part of himself in the mirror, the smooth brown fur covering him – darker than that of a cheetah that would be found in the wild.

He smiled, standing up a little taller, proud of his appearance.

“That's because I'm the real Cheetah now."

He hoped that the real Cheetah, the one before, had not swapped back to his body in the real world, the human world – for she would have undoubtedly been highly disappointed in how plain and mundane his human body had been, in comparison to hers.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could compare to such a lean, sinuous form, the cheetah's shoulders broad – but not so wide that they lost that feral edge of femininity. His hips had a delightful curve to them, drawing the eye down the lines of the narrow waist, which was tucked in.

It was strange to look at it all as his body but…it was right too. Every touch and every stroke, circling a fingertip at his right hip, made him lean into it even more, rooted and grounded in his own body, his new body.

His body…

My body.

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Yes… That was how he had to see it, parting his lips to run his tongue along the sharp fangs, which remained white and glistening with a sheen of saliva. There was even a spot of moisture on his dark, black lips from his mouth too, though it faded swiftly as he lapped at the side of his muzzle, experimenting with sensation. The rough tongue was raspier than he was used to and Chris didn't want to catch the skin under his fur inadvertently, for he knew just how harsh the tongue of a wild feline could be. Even then, there was no way for him to either know or tell if Cheetah's tongue was the same in any way.

“Mmmmm… Oh…"

Oh, that felt good! He didn't have any hair, though his body, obviously, was covered in fur from head to toe and he could enjoy the appearance of his cheetah spots, how they lay darkly over his rich, brown coat with that hint of yellow lacing it. His belly was lighter too, a creamy-white running down his front, dipping between his breasts.

“Ugh…"

He rolled his shoulders back, relishing in the lack of clothing. Mmm… Yes, it would have been weird to see Cheetah with clothes, surely. Cheetah didn't walk around with clothes on! That was wrong! If the others had been testy about it, they really should have seen Cheetah for the beauty that she was. If Cheetah wanted to stalk around with nothing on at all, her fur covering up everything of note, that was entirely her decision.

He wouldn't listen to them. Just Cheetah, acting like cheetah.

And, in Cheetah's body, it was going to be his choice too, never again to wear clothes, regardless of who he was around. He would be modest, of course, when needed, but no more than that. He scratched the top of his head and behind his rounded ears, relishing in how his claws pulled through his fur.

But he had to run his hands down his body, groping his breasts, feeling just how the black nipples were hidden under his fur. The fur, of course, kept the body modest, which was grateful received, even though he would not have worried about going around naked, as Cheetah, in the slightest. If it had been the body of a man, that would have been very different, however….

Cheetah…on the other hand…was utterly liberating.

He lifted his tits with a low, throaty purr, admiring his hourglass figure, how his tail seemed to be constantly in motion, flicking back and forth. Even her buttocks were firm and round, kind of a heart shape, though it was hard to see when he twisted around to look behind him, his back to the mirror. The thick tail kept swinging back and forth, betraying his mood, his rising excitement as it grew harder and harder to keep his legs closed.

He wanted to part them – so he did. It was just that easy as he bent down, straight away. The change in flexibility was greater than he had expected and he groaned, not even light-headed. There was just so much more that he could do in a form like that, the limits endless.

No limits… Not even when it came to the soft mound of his pussy, tucked away within a fluff of white fur. Chris held his breath as he parted the folds with the tip of his finger, careful of his claws, though it seemed like his body already knew what it had to do in order to stay safe and not get harmed by either his claws or his teeth.

So, it was okay as he ran a finger over his pussy and tested out just what his body was capable of. Without clothes, it would be even easier to get at that part of himself in the future and, with his back to the mirror, he looked back through his legs.

“Heh…"

It was a strange position to be in, admittedly, but he appreciated being able to see his pussy from another angle, how the folds had slightly parted and plumped up, presumably with blood, even from his gentle touch.

He shivered. Without thinking, he blinked, his eyes gazing back at him from the mirror, white but with green cat-like slits in them. He stood and swayed his hips as he stalked to the platform, which had to be for sleeping, licking his lips with relish.

“There's only one way to enjoy a body like this…"

And he was not about to let such an opportunity pass him by, oh no. Chris laid down comfortably on the platform and pressed his feet down into it, light and agile, so gentle in his movements that he did not jostle the platform at all. A thick, padded cushion was there too, for his comfort, and he purred, grateful for how it supported his shoulders.

“Mmmm… Ohhhh…"

With his hips thrust up, he spread his legs, admiring his pussy, how there was even a trickle of moisture gleaming on his lips, though it was swiftly soaked up by his fur. He could still smell it, however, taking short, sharp needy puffs of breath, dragging all that he could into his lungs.

He smiled, already knowing what it was that he wanted to do, set on exploring every last inch of his new body as if he would never get another day in it.

Chris… Well, he wasn't Chris anymore.

She… She was Cheetah. And that was who she wanted to be, taking on another body as she lay there, running her hands down her body, exploring her figure, from the tuck of her waist and the flare of her hips. She growled, licking her lips, running her tongue along the edge of her sharp fangs, lusting for the moment, everything about herself.

“Mmm… How can I…" She panted. “Be so turned on…by my own body…"

It was her own body too, yes, absolutely. She shunned the life that she had left behind as she explored herself, stroking her hands over the darker shading of her belly and using the sharp claws at the tips of her fingers to rake through her fur. Cheetah arched into the prickle, wanting to close her thighs and squeeze them together, even though she was right where she needed to be.

In her room, the privacy she had there, living with others who wanted to take charge of the world in the same way as her, she could take her time.

So, that was exactly what Cheetah did, purring and flicking her tail as her animal scents, that spicy musk, got into her nose, inhaling deeply. Even the tart sweetness of her pussy caught and pulled at her, making her wish that she could taste herself.

Maybe I am that flexible…

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Not that time, however. No… No, she would save that for another time, so she could focus on her body as it was. In the moment, her nipples hardened, black and poking softly out from her fur. It made sense that they would become perkier and more obvious with the more aroused she was, but, well, she didn't mind them making themselves known, no, not at all. She rather liked them being that sensitive, flicking them lightly with her claws.

And yet it did not feel as if she was truly rooted in her own body. Would she have to do something more to be able to really feel like it was her own? She didn't know but Cheetah was too caught up in the moment as she grunted and groaned, rubbing her tits and letting the soft flesh move along with the caress of her hands.

“Oh… Yes… Please…"

She didn't know quite what it was that she was begging for, only that she needed something more than what she understood right then and there. That was okay though as she took the moment for herself, panting heavily, so many scents assaulting her sensitive nose all at once.

“Mmm…"

Livewire's sharp scent, somehow in the room.

Animal urine…but not in a way that it smelled unpleasant.

Her own musk, as if she had been marking the room.

Even the soft, floral smell of an arrangement that made her want to squirm, something sharp and minty in there.

She'd later find out that Livewire had left her a bouquet of special flowers (not lilies, as Livewire had learned that lesson the first time they had made that mistake) and catnip, tangled in mint so that it would not be too obvious. But she'd adore it all the same, rolling all around the room and getting all those lovely smells into her fur when she worked it out.

Until then, she slipped a finger into her pussy and moaned openly.

“Ohhhh…"

More, she needed more. Working her finger back and forth, she tested out the limits of her body, though there didn't seem to be any there, no, not that she could find. No… She slid her finger in all the way up to the knuckle and twisted lightly, grinding it as deep as she could go, though she was careful of the claws. Just turning her finger so that she used the smooth, upper side of the claw, however, seemed to do the trick for her.

She could always stop if she went too far, however, but Cheetah didn't want to do that. Not as she groped her breasts with her left hand and used her right to masturbate, lightly pumping her hips to tease first that single finger and then a second into her pussy.

“Mmmph… Oh…"

Cheetah squirmed. She was too sensitive, wanting more, aching for it. She caught the nub of her clit, tucked well away under its little hood at the front side of her folds, almost by accident – but once she had found it she had to keep her thumb borne down into it.

Cheetah panted heavily, her dark lips parted as she raked in breath after breath over the fluttering tease of her tongue.

“Ohhhhh!"

It was so sensitive! Yet she couldn't drag her hand away from her clit, pressing down over it and clumsily stimulating herself. Admittedly, as Chris, it had been quite some time since he had been with a woman – but that failed to matter. As Cheetah, they could enjoy themselves, could please themselves. And it would turn out that there was someone else there who would want to please them too…

So, why shouldn't they take all the pleasure that they could?

Cheetah moaned, working her hips, another finger, making that three in total, to her pussy. Her hot passage just seemed to accept everything that she gave it, so she tried to give it more, her glutes tensing and her tail lashing thickly back and forth. Even the soft sweep of it against the platform caught her ears, twitching and swivelling lightly to catch every noise in the room and beyond.

Someone passed by the room outside but she didn't pause, grunting and groaning like a wild animal as she masturbated. More, she needed more, panting heavily, her chest rising, heaving, snatching in what air she could into her lungs.

But she had to keep pressing on too, even as her groans rose, that cord of tightness drawing tauter and tauter within her. She didn't yet know what a female orgasm felt like, but she was getting there one way or the other, prey to a body that ached for the best kind of release.

So, Cheetah teased herself, circling her clit and groaning, pumping her hips up and up against her hand. She got so close, need rising within her – and then tipped over the edge, lustfully yowling, twisting and rocking back and forth. There was nothing else she could do to stop it, of course, losing control, letting wave after wave of ecstasy ripple through her.

She'd never had pleasure like that before and, even before her climax was done claiming her sensual body, she was ready for more, panting and moaning, rolling onto her belly. Cheetah proved to be more than flexible enough to grind down onto her hand from that angle too, getting more stimulation on her clit, though she vaguely wished she had something to stuff in her pussy at the same time. Not because she wanted a male in particular, no: it just felt like something that her body ached for at that moment.

So… Why shouldn't she give her body everything that it desired, after all?

She climaxed again – and then a third time too. Tingles spread through her, as if she was a pot about to boil over, and Cheetah had to fight back the urge to rake her claws through the padding on her sleeping platform. She rather wanted to keep it in good condition when it was as comfortable as it was.

Finished with exploring her body for the moment, she sat up, inhaling deeply. The tart scent, musky and feral, filled the air. Cheetah blushed faintly.

Hopefully that's just my heightened sense of smell at play…

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She couldn't be sure, however, even as other scents from people filtered into her private quarters.

Cheetah stood without thinking, walking through from her main sleeping area to a bare room. It was weird, even to her, the floor composed of dirt, and she was squatting down to the ground before she even realised what she was doing.

Huh…

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And then it hit her as she marked her territory, tipping forward onto all fours so that she could more easily lift her leg, marking her territory. Heat crawled across her face and neck and Cheetah mewled plaintively, though she could no more stop the stream of urine spraying from her, trickling down the wall to the dirt floor, than she could stop the flow of time.

Oh no…

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Yet she was graceful even in that moment, when it felt like she very much should not feel elegant. It should have been dirty and crude and yet…it was not. It was more than that, taking her breath away as she ducked her head and whimpered, her ears twitching back and forth while Cheetah strove to come to terms with her animal side.

Yet it was not truly anything for her to be embarrassed of, no, even if that too was a natural reaction. It could not be helped as she checked over the spot that she had marked afterwards, marvelling faintly at how it seeped away into the ground as if it had never been.

There must be some kind of drainage system in there…

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She sniffed lightly.

Something that nullifies the smell too… Having the smell fade so quickly just makes me want to mark again.

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She withheld the urge, however. She probably didn't need to, after all, if she had already relieved herself in that way.

So, she lived as Cheetah. That much was obvious, but she leaned into it completely and fully, as if she had lived none other life. It was easier and easier to retrieve memories, for she had to only think of them. Wasn't it strange to pull a memory when she didn't know what she was looking for? Thankfully for the feline, there were little nods and nuances that helped her remember, from small things like a pen holder on a table jogging her memory back to an earlier meeting with the other supervillains to the touch of Livewire on her thigh reminding her of another time they had been intimate with one another.

Oh, and the attraction she held for Livewire: that ran deep. Deeper than Cheetah could have ever expected, though she had, of course, read about Livewire and her abilities in comics.

She moved like lightning, darting from one place to the next – ZAP! And she was there! It was a thing of beauty to watch, yet Cheetah could not simply sit to the side on a mission, infiltrating a city in search of documents. Frankly, it wasn't even the sort of thing that Cheetah was personally interested in but, well…she got the chance to show off her body and feel her new abilities out for herself.

Even while she was watching Livewire, simmering with lustful admiration for her. There was no strict relationship between them, no, but the attraction that Cheetah held in her heart for Livewire, well, she was not going to deny it.

She leapt from one rooftop to the next, stretching out her hands to reach for the next ledge. Exhaling, Cheetah flew through the air, not doubting her landing for even a second, even though it was a long, desolate fall if she dropped between the multi-storey buildings. It was not a drop that even she could survive, curling her lip at the many smells assaulting her senses.

Yet it was all information that she could filter through as she hissed and darted down the side of a building, scaling it with ease, though the wind rushing by her ears should have given her more cause for concern than it did. How could it, however, when every little movement she made simply felt so natural? It was like putting on a skin that she was used to, a body that she already knew how to operate. The only time Cheetah stumbled was when she forgot the body she was in and thought she was Chris again.

But she could never be Chris again, no, even though she didn't quite know if the body of Cheetah was the real Cheetah, or if the real Cheetah was somewhere else, leaving her memories and abilities in a body… Oh, it wasn't worth thinking about, not when she was hardly ever going to tell anyone that she had not always been Cheetah. In the dark of the night, she skulked through the shadows, parting her dark lips as she scented the air, whiskers quivering. Those would be useful too if she ever had to slip through narrow gaps, first testing out the space that she could ease into with her whiskers.

The coil of muscles was intoxicating and running through the city, dropping down into the alleyways to help take out the guards, sent a hot rush running through her bloodstream. From across the way, she caught Livewire's eye and shot her a feral grin in return, baring her teeth.

Waiting, she crouched low to the ground, keeping even her tail still. She waited on the signal, her eyes closed, ears perked.

I hear so much…

_ _

Yet her task was not to hear everything but to filter out one little sound from everything. She had to shut off the noise of the city, the cars on main streets, rats scratching through rubbish, even the traipsing footsteps of the others. Didn't they know how heavy-footed they were? If they had intended to pull off the heist with any level of finesse, they should have known that quiet was key.

However, not everyone had Cheetah's sharp sense of hearing and she breathed slowly and evenly, barely ruffling the air around her with the exhalation of her breath. It was alright, everything was alright… She just had to be, just had to relax.

And then she caught it: a bird call. She could have laughed at their ridiculous choice of signals but a signal was a signal and she sprang into action. She extended her claws as a silent predator, hurtling through the air as she landed, knocking a guard to the ground and unconscious.

There was no need to hurt them, no need in her to take them as prey. Prey was something, to Cheetah, that fed her, that did something for her. A man that she knocked to the floor was merely an obstacle to her real target.

Strangely enough, she found she didn't much care for those that she took down, however. Maybe her lack of compassion should have worried her more than it did, though a cheetah, a hybrid woman like her, had other nuances that drew her to people. She cared deeply for those in her circle and protected them fiercely, her back up and hackles raised, more feral than feline. Yet those outside her circle simply did not matter to her.

And that was okay too as she stalked into the building. It looked like some kind of warehouse but, honestly…she hadn't been paying all that close attention during the mission briefing. Her ears twitched and she caught a new heartbeat – one that sounded like it was flying through the air.

Cheetah hissed, fur standing on end, her tail sticking out like a brush.

“Justice League incoming!"

And it was a good thing for them they had Cheetah as an early warning system, the others slipping deeper into the warehouse to conceal themselves as they went for the documents. Truthfully, it was not a mission that Cheetah had all that much of a part in, slipping up to the beams high in the warehouse with her tail curled up around her paws, just to still it from lashing back and forth. That time, it did her good to observe, the pads of her paws pressing down into the metal as it warmed to the inviting heat of her body.

The Justice League… She would have enjoyed reading about them if she was in another life, another time – and another body too. Yet Cheetah's mind pulled up memory after memory, throwing them into the forefront of her mind, of their team, however ramshackle they were at times, being bested by the Justice League. They didn't know what her kind had gone through!

So, Cheetah had chosen her path in life long ago and she wasn't about to turn back just because poncy superheroes called her a villain.

She was a cat. And cats, most certainly, answered to no one.

With the warehouse in darkness, she skulked along the beams, acting as lookout while remaining concealed. Her night vision cut through as she crouched low to the beams, disliking how close Power Girl flew to her, that silly cape of hers flapping behind.

Cheetah gulped down a snicker of amusement. She could see her claws digging into that cape, ripping down and down and down, leaving a nice, long set of claw marks in their wake. It reminded her of marking, in another place and another time, when she had cut marks into a tree trunk, raking her claws down and down and down to leave deep scars in the wood.

Hm… Was a tree wood before it was cut? Her eyes glinted. Oh, that was indeed the sort of thing that amused her!

Even there, resting, keeping watching, the powerful beat of her driving heart, like a cheetah forever poised in the moment immediately preceding a leap, focused her. The beat of it… The rhythm let her know she was alive, that she was present, that all that Cheetah was proved to be right with the world.

The mission was a success, although it was a good thing indeed that Cheetah didn't have a large part to play. Now that she had the lay of the land, however, and understood a little more about the world that she was living in, she could take things forward from there, involving herself more and testing the true limits of her body and abilities. After all, there was more to being Cheetah than merely running and jumping, feeling the powerful coil and flex of her muscles, stretching out luxuriously.

“Hey."

Livewire caught her as they ducked out of the factory to the rooftops, making good their escape, though not all the supervillains headed off together. It was easier that way to avoid the Justice League, though if one of them got caught it was not all that likely that another supervillain would come to their rescue – not unless it benefitted them, of course.

“Hey, yourself."

Cheetah smirked, flicking her tail mid-jump, her tail curling up under Livewire's chin. A shock like electricity rang through her – not full-force from Livewire, of course, as that would have been painful. As it was, it was merely exhilarating.

Need rose within her, like when she had been in her sleeping chamber, up on that little platform. It curled and it simmered and, catching Livewire's gaze, she sucked in a breath.

All those memories with Livewire… They were real. And Cheetah was about to find out firsthand what it was like to be a woman, with a woman.

Together, they slipped into a car, disconnecting the alarm so they would not be disturbed by its screech, or caught off-guard by the owner returning too swiftly to find out why their alarm was going off. And it was more glorious than Cheetah could ever have imagined to slip into the back of the car with Livewire, laying down the seats so they had more room in which to enjoy one another.

“Mmm…"

Cheetah arched up against Livewire, the two of them rolling and turning, Livewire getting out of as much of her clothes as was needed for them to have fun. Cheetah had not been wearing anything at all, so as not to interrupt the flexibility of her body during the heist, but she wanted to get under Livewire's clothes, oh, yes. Revealing the smooth curve of her breasts, the pert, perky nipples, down to her bellybutton and lower still to her crotch.

There was no hair there, which surprised Cheetah, and the two of them naturally moved into a sixty-nine position with Cheetah on top. The feline didn't even have to lean into her memories to know more in that moment, to know exactly how she should position her body to give and receive as much pleasure as possible.

The sweet treat of Livewire's pussy coaxed her on and she rasped her tongue against the other woman's soft folds, dipping between them. Yet the real treat was circling the sweet nub of her clit, bringing more pleasure still to the moment.

“Ah…"

Livewire twitched and tensed under her, toes curling, yet she was far from idle too. She gripped Cheetah's thighs firmly as she lapped up into her friend's pussy, moaning as she lapped deeply, her tongue sweeping into the cat-woman's pussy and dragging back out, luxuriously, over her clit.

It was a moment, undoubtedly, that was only ever to be shared between them. And Cheetah knew, as Chris, right there and then, that there was nothing she would ever have done to go back to the life she had led. No… No, that did not bring the flare of ecstasy she craved, the physical prowess that, as Cheetah, came so naturally to her.

“Ohhhh…"

She let it all roll through her, every pulse of need, every tingle of desire. Yes, it was what she needed, all of it, all so very desperately. She arched and bucked against Livewire, their bodies lining up perfectly, electric tingles of heat throbbing through her, zap after zap, a tantalising bite of need rising to a crescendo.

Her tail lashed. Muscles tensed. Cheetah sucked in a breath.

It was with Livewire's lips on her clit that she lost control, tipping over the edge into orgasm, losing control in the best of ways. Orgasm rolled through her, better than experiencing one on her own, and she moaned aloud, not bothering to be quiet, her tail passionately lashing back and forth. Livewire was not long after her and she was treated to a soft rush of feminine arousal pouring onto her tongue, sweeter than the most fragrant of honey. Not that Cheetah would have turned down such a treat, oh no…

But she wanted to be with Livewire more, to dig into and experience just where their shifting relationship could go in the end. It would take a great deal of courage, on her part, but if ever the door opened to her going back to the life of Chris, a normal man with doors open to him that he never walked through, she would not do it.

It was right to be there, with Livewire, her heart pounding in the afterglow, Livewire chuckling under her. It was right to live another life, to find the place where she was always meant to be.

In time, she would unlock every fragment of Cheetah's being. And she would embody everything that it meant to be Cheetah, day after day and night after night too.

As Cheetah, she could finally be the creature she'd always been meant to be.