Fan-Picked Battle Royale

Something funded and picked out by some readers and backers when I posted out a call for characters to put into a bad girl battle royale. There's some callbacks to the Ashley girls, Valentina from the Zhang-Oh stories with some new powers, a villain from Agents of Shield... all sort of stuff picked out exclusively by posters and cans. I might just do another of these some day, but for now, enjoy the first one.
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This was it: the biggest match of the Multiversal Wrestling League had been arranged based on popular vote from fans and fighters from all manner of species and dimensions. The nine most popular combatants now stood in the ring for the main event, now that the fusion of Lara Croft and Dora the Explorer had beaten Mystique, and Jessica Rabbit had gotten a rather sloppy beating from Mrs. Buttersworth.

The fighters were all introduced around the extra large ring, from goddesses to college students. Kukulkan (formerly Quetzalcoatl) stretched in her side of the battlefield, the luchadora humanoid dragon goddess eying her opponents eagerly. She looked forward to the show that would be put on by their battle more than she did actual winning, not that she wouldn't give it her all regardless. Her long pants and mask of green and gold caught the spotlight as her bright red mane bounced along behind her.

The Greek goddess of war Enyo kept her eye on the vaguely mystical wrestler. The braided, war painted lover of Ares wore what was somewhere between a toga and a loincloth, the loose-fitting clothes barely covering what was the management had told her was required to compete.

The black-clad Valentina kept her hands on her hips, or more particularly her new revolvers. They appeared to be made of some kind of pink silver, the freshly reformed bandit queen having picked them off a couple of edgy young cupids who had been trying to shed their image as rosy-cheeked babies. The bullets would sting, though she'd rather rely on her martial arts in a ring match, but the bullets controlled human emotions; lust, fear, trust, and other settings she hadn't quite worked out to perfection. Her dark corset, high boots and long dress and coat completed her bad cowgirl look.

Aida occupied her own corner, the biological android watching her foes with a cold and calculating smirk. She was expected to be the wild card, an unstable and hateful AI put into a sexy artificial human body (a tall looker with long brown hair). The passably biological parts hid that she packed enough hardware to wield bursts of electricity, super strength, teleportation, and other advanced goodies to give her an edge.

Sharona shout out her hair around her horns and stretched her arms overhead. She looked forward to beating down the other divine creatures in the fight, tugging on the thighs of her skirted, spandex one piece they'd given her for the match. She shook out her red-pink hair until it whipped and forth between her booted legs, ready to let loose her demonic instincts against her foes.

Aunt Gertie was an odd one for the match for her own reasons. She was the manifestation of the spirit of Germany, but a rathe apologetic sort as of late. She was trying to shed the Nazi image she'd been stuck with over the last century or so. The busty, thickly-build blonde wore a snug brown uniform that could easily be associated with SOME extremist political parties, but clearly was not. She had gone over the armbands with a sharpie to show off the windmills that were so popular in her homeland.

Gabriella and Casey were odd in that they had no real powers to speak of whatsoever. Their popularity had landed them in the fight, though with implications of seduction and bribery involved in the rumor mill (Sharona had muttered about how she would have done the same "if it were THAT easy!"). They were both dark-haired college girls, though Casey was taller with big alluring eyes. Gabriella was shorter with a toned and perky ass.

"You think we can really do this? I think that one chick's a robot," Casey muttered to her teammate. The fight was a battle royale, but they'd made a point to both get put together in the fight so they could double team and use their numbers to their advantage.

“Just don’t let em see you sweat. And go for the little one instead,” Gabriella instructed, pointing towards the cute little succubus. “And watch out for that one.”

Kym Jane leaned in one of the corners, still smoking a joint and clad in her fishnet two-piece that hardly covered anything. Enyo would scowl at her for being allowed to wear that little as she exploited the technicality that she was wearing SOMEthing over her tits and ass. The girl had plenty of each, and she planned to use them and every dirty trick in the book to bring down the rest of her fellow lunatics.

A quick rundown of the rules made it clear; any ladies giving up, knocked out, or pinned for 5 seconds was out. With that out of the way, the bell rang and the girls rushed in.

Kukulkan and Enyo went right for each other, the battling godesses grabbing each other's hands and pushing against each other with gritted teeth. Enyo shifted and rammed a knee into Kukulkan's stomach, getting a grunt from the dragon goddess. She soaked up the hit, but grabbed the Greek fighter's attacking leg before hefting her up into a perfect suplex, drinking up the cheers of the crowd at the impressive maneuver.

Sharona dove for Aida, but the AI caught her by the neck and threw her aside. Sharona's back bounced painfully off one of the turnbuckles with a sharp groan while Kym went charging for the synthetic woman. She threw a punch for Aida's face, but she easily caught the fist in her hand and squeezed. The fetish model gave out a shrill scream of pain, but didn't grab for Aida's wrist. Her other hand was too busy holding her lit cigarette, which she jammed into Aida's eye. However robotic, Aida let out a scream and clutched for her face, wiping the ash from her face while Kym Jane slammed her in the crotch with a low kick. "At last some part of you's natural," Kym grinned as she rubbed her sore knuckles. "I thought you were all silicon tits and silicon chips."

Valentina drew and aimed her gun over at the approaching Auntie Gertie. "I'd watch your step there, kraut. You'll want to be careful who you make an enemy out of."

"Please!" Gertie gasped in her thick and rich German accent. "Kraut is a derogatory term from an older time, and I always work towards putting the past behind us." She flexed one thick hand to crack her knuckles. "I vill not, however, let such an obvious villain go unpunished."

"Suit yourself." Valentina fired, but was surprised when Gertie  thrust out her palms towards her. There was a loud noise of rushing water, but yellow-brown beer sprang from her hands and rushed towards the bandita. Valentina's bullet struck in between Gertie's impressive bosoms, sending both girls flying back. The Western villainess was blasted back over the ropes, tumbling from the ring and landing awkwardly on the outside.

Gertie rubbed her stinging chest for a moment before her eyes widened. Fear overtook her, seeing Valentina's dark clothes as spreading shadowy wings. "AHH!! Hilfe!!" she shrieked, turning and running from her downed foe rather than pursuing. She grabbed the cornered Sharona by the shoulder with panic in her eyes. "Dis woman! She is... a demon!"

"I have some bad news for you," Sharona said grimly as she grabbed Gertie by the hair.

Valentina had started to get back up, groggy and sticky from the blast of beer. "I always thought I was one to hold my liquor," the bandit grumbled, wiping some wet hair from her face. She was suddenly "helped" to her feet as Gabby grabbed her by the hair and pulled, leaning through the ropes and tearing at her dark locks.

"Got her!" Gabby reported as Casey slid out under the ropes. Casey punched Valentina in the stomach a few times, getting winded grunts from the trapped outlaw. Even as a thieving bandit queen, at least Valentina had always fought her opponents one on one.

Valentina kicked Casey in the stomach to shove her back into the guardrail. "Doesn't seem a little unsporting to you slutty smallfry?" she growled as she elbowed back into Gabriella's stomach.

"All's fair in a brawl. Too bad you don't have anyone worth teaming up with!" Casey crowed back.

"Then I'm sure you'll appreciate this." Valentina drew another of her Cupistols and fired a quick shot into Gabriella's thigh. The coed yelped from her higher ground as the bullet for betrayal kicked in. She growled and pounced over the ropes, tackling into Casey and the former allies starting to slap and claw at each other on the arena floor.

Enyo drove a few punches into Kukulkan's ribs as they grappled along the mats. "Foolish dragon! The Greeks invented wrestling!"

"Then it was the Mayans perfected it!" the redheaded dragon laughed back, rolling sharply and bending the war goddess into a boston crab. Enyo cried out in pain as her back was bent, the dragoness' powerful arms stretching out her leg muscles. It was starting to seem hopeless when Sharona threw Auntie Gertie by the hair, the husky woman colliding with Kukulkan and sending them both tumbling into the ropes.

"You immortal types should pay more attention to your surroundings," Sharona taunted as she moved after them. Kym had bent Aida over and started pounding on the back of her head when the AI thrust a hand into her big tits and released a blast of electricity. Kym went flying right between Sharona and Enyo, but the demoness didn't even alter her pace as she went over to the divine warrior.

Aida went to intercept her, just as a few loud pings sounded off against her back. She turned to find Valentina had pulled herself back into the ring, her emotional weapons leveled at her.

"You picked the wrong enemy to make, cowgirl," Aida growled at her.

"Then I picked the right kind of bullets for you." Valentina had switched it to affection, so Aida felt a strange rush of warmth as she focused her gaze on Valentina. "Now go fight those girls for me, won't you, sweetie?"

"Of... course," the artificial woman muttered dizzily, rubbing her head and turning back to face Valentina's foes instead. There was a shakey smile on her face as she pursued everyone but the bandita.

Enyo had already locked up with Sharona, the Greek goddess punching Sharona across the face to bring her to one knee. Sharona quickly bypassed the warrior's defenses with a punch to the crotch, surprising the goddess and flipping her over her shoulders. Enyo landed hard, but hooked her arm around Sharona's leg and dropped her to the mats with her, the two rapidly scrambling for position on top of each other as they kicked and clawed.

"My hair! You bitch!" Gabriella yelped, grabbing Casey's shirt and ripping it open to expose her bra.

"Dirty skank!" Casey hissed back, pulling and ripping Gabby's pants to reveal her thong panties to the cheering crowd. The bullets had easily overpowered their weak minds, leaving them obsessed with their own battle rather than the match itself. Just inside the ring, Kukulkan had shoved Gertie off of her and gotten her in a chokehold from behind. The busty blonde pulled and thrashed, face turning red from the dragoness' stranglehold.

"You grapple with gods and demons, woman! Submit!" the dragoness demanded.

"Ya," Gertie grunted, tugging at the arms. "But you face ze collective might of Germany's indomitable spirit!" She couldn't overpower the goddess' arm, but she could lean forward and shoulder-toss her to the mats. Kukulkan landed with a loud slam, Gertie quickly following up with rapid stomps to her abs and chest. "How does zat feel for a non-racially specific strength?!"

Kukulkan curled up defensively, blocking some of the stomps but impressed by the overly-German woman's strength. She caught her by the foot and shoved her back, Gertie flopping into the turnbuckle behind her. Kukulkan sprang up in a quick somersault, charging at the blonde to follow up but Gertie yelped and dove aside. Kukulkan bounced her big chest off the ringpost with a grunt, but before she could turn Gertia had already grabbed the back of her costume and hurled her high over the ropes.

The acrobatic lucha was well at home in the ring, and so reflexively lashed out a hand to grab onto the top rope. She was ready to slingshot herself back at Gertie, but looked down in time to see Casey and Gabby still bickered and attacking each other outside the ring. They had stripped each other down to their underwear, with Casey on top as she spanked Gabby viciously. Gabby was screaming but leaned up enough to pull on Casey's hair in return. Deciding that two heads bashed in were better than one, Kukulkan swung herself straight down instead and landing in one big body splash across their backs. Casey and Gabby were easily crushed by the incoming divebomb, flopping into a heap beneath the redhead as she raised her fists in sweaty triumph. She locked her powerful legs around both of their heads at once, leaving the bullies breathless and gagging as the lucha goddess let the audience count out their pin, causing them to vanish from the arena.

Sharona heard the crackling behind her and readily dove out of the way, leaving Enyo to be blasted by the lightning coming from Aida's hands. The Greek was blasted into the ropes, bouncing off in a smoking heap as she coughed on the mats. Sharon glared at the powerful robotic woman, unsure if she should clash with her when she could be more strategic instead... or go after one of those damned goddesses. Kym indifferently leapt onto Sharona's back, reaching over to claw at her tits. The redhead shrieked in pain, but had to duck down to avoid another blast of lightning from Aida.

"I'm getting real tired of this electric shit!" Sharona snapped in frustration as she struggled to get Kym off of her.

"It's why I always go battery-powered with my toys," Kym grinned, grabbing both of the demoness' breasts and leaning back, lifting her front up in a kind of twisted surfboard hold. Sharona howled in pain, but as Aida readied another blast for them, she was cut off by Gertie. She gave another thrust of her hand, beer-bending a wave of amber liquid into the cybernetic woman. There was a lot of smoke and fizzling as it surrounded her in a thick bubble of beer, shorting out her hands' generator.

"Ah, beer. Is zere nothink you cannot fix?" Gertie grinned. Aida appeared to choke on the stuff for a moment before she suddenly vanished in a burst of light, teleporting to the other side of the ring. "Ach du lieber! Zis is bordering on cheating now!"

"Just glad she's on my side," Valentina chuckled. Kym looked up just as she threw a roundhouse kick into the model's face, knocking her off of Sharona. "What do you say, red? Work for me until we clean up the rest?"

Sharona nodded, Valentina helping her up and going back to back with her as they moved towards a corner. Sharona spoke up briefly. "You should read your demon lore a bit closer. Hell was built on treachery..." With that, she reached over and grabbed Valentina's guns, crushing them to bits in her hands.

"What?! You hellborn bitch! I got those from cupids!" the outlaw seethed.

"Really? Even better. Fuck those chubby little angel bastards," Sharona scoffed.

Aida had frozen on the spot as the angelic weapons' powers faded. She blinked slowly and held her head, pulling at some of her hair. "You... you made me love you!" she seethed. "You manipulative... awful... you made me love! Do you know how much I HATE love!?" she barked furiously. An intense heat radiated off of her as steam started to rise from body. "I can't stand those in love... I'm going to end all of you... and me for doing such a crime!"

"Nice one!" Sharona snapped, shoving Valentina towards the steaming and crackling AI. "Stop her!"

"How?! You broke my guns!" Valentina snapped back, throwing a kick back into Sharona's stomach. "You get her!"

Gertie ran to hop out of the ring and hide behind the ring apron. "I know when I'm in over my head! I've learned my lesson! Don't start a land-war in Russia, and don't pick a fight with exploding robots!"

Enyo and Kym Jane tried to escape, but were too busy punching and clawing at each other to get out. Kym hit her with a kidney punch, but Enyo headbutted her back in their race to escape. With the girls all too tangled with each other to escape the blast radius, no one was able to stop Kukulkan from rushing into the ring and spearing Aida right in the chest. The two crashed down outside the ring, Aida grabbing for the dragoness but getting grabbed by her arms and pinned instead.

"Let me destroy them!" Aida snarled at her, but unable to overpower the Aztec goddess.

"No can do," Kukulkan said with a wry smirk. "A match where no one wins... that is no fun for the audience." Her one-liner got a quick cheer from the crowd as she shouted out over them. in a booming voice. She dramatically counted to five, just before Aida self-destructed outside the ring. It rattled the arena and shook the ring, knocking the girls over, but the light faded and Kukulkan was still in one piece, but slumped against the ring from the point blank blast. She and any remains of Aida were warped from the ring while the crowd cheered her noble and badass sacrifice.

The fighters slowly realized what had happened, taking a moment to recall that they were still fighting before getting back into it. Valentina threw a straight kick into Sharona's stomach, launching her back and away. Enyo picked up Kym by the hair and spiked her hard into the middle of the ring, bouncing her off the mats before the brunette clutched her back in pain. Enyo tried to pursue her when Gertie grabbed her leg from outside the ring, tripping her to the mats flat on her chest.

"Always with these meddling mortals!" Enyo growled, kicking at the blonde.

"Germany shall live forever!" Gertie declared. "Hail... er... freedom!" With that she pulled hard on Enyo's leg and drove her crotch into the hard elastic of the ropes. The goddess howled and struggled with her while Kym grabbed the Greek by the arms, pulling in the other direction. Enyo only briefly considered that it might be a rescue, but quickly realized Kym was only helping to torment her by pulling her in both directions like they wanted to split her in half.

Sharona brought herself to a stop, glaring back at Valentina. Before she could launch another attack on her, she saw Enyo trapped in the painful double hold. Unable to help but pick on a bound goddess, she grinned and switched her attention away from the cowgirl for her favored target, jumping up and driving her knee down into Enyo's stomach. The Greek grunted as she was squashed to the mats, groaning and holding her crushed abs. Gertie tried to crawl back into the ring while Valentina grabbed Kym from behind, driving a knee into her lower back just above the model's ass.

"I think I can handle you bunch now that the exploding bitch and the lucha monster are gone," Valentina smirked, latching her claws into Kym's scalp. The model was holding her aching back while the outlaw dragged her away, leaving Sharona to enjoy her latest victim. She split the war goddess' legs open and slammed her heel into Enyo's crotch. The Greek goddess screamed in pain and tried to cover up her groin while the bitter demon grinned sadistically.

"Nothing I love more than taking you righteous cunts down to size," Sharona taunted, raising her foot again and keeping Enyo's legs spread out. "I hope Ares wasn't planning on using this any time soon!"

"No! Please don't!" Enyo wailed, trying to shield her privates clumsily.

Sharona shrugged. "If you so say," she conceded, slammed her foot into Enyo's face and knocking her out cold instead of crushing her cunt. The bell sounded and the goddess vanished from the ring. The demoness gave a satisfied sigh, but hardly turned a step before she Auntie Gertie slammed bodily into her, squashing Sharona into a corner.

Kym was dragged by her hair by Valentina, the bandit queen kicking her in the stomach. "I don't need guns to deal with some bitch who acts tough and doesn't get her hands dirty," Valentina hissed. Kym Jane clawed at her attacker's arms, but took a moment to adjust her top. It was another quick gesture to slip on the brass knuckles she hid in her cleavage, intent on winning at any cost. She threw her metal-lined fist at Valentina's stomach, but the outlaw caught her wrist before it connected.

"Don't think you can surprise me that easily," she taunted, twisting Kym's wrist and getting a pained yelp out of her. "I practically invented fighting dirty back in my time."

"Yaaaagh! Well... I hope you invented pepper spray!" Kym had pulled her other secret weapon as well just in case, twisting and blasting its contents into Valentina's face. The outlaw screamed and tried to shield her burning eyes, Kym breaking free and hammering her with a few hard gut shots before flinging her across the ring. Gertie was leaning into a boob smother that had Sharona cornered and squirming in the corner, but she ducked aside when she heard the screaming Valentina flying towards her. Sharona and Valentina crashed into each other with a clumsy grunt, Kym following a moment later with a clothesline aimed for Auntie Gertie's head.

Gertie ducked under it, letting her hit the stumbling Sharona instead. Kym and Gertie traded quick glances, but the others made desperate grabs for them. The solid German lifted up Valentina, body slamming the blinded criminal beneath her to the mats. Kym threw a high kick into Sharona's head, sending her bouncing back and her head rebounding off the turnbuckle with a dull clang. Both of their foes flat on the mat, they each leapt onto them and pinned them for the 5 count with little more than a groan from Valentina and Sharona.

The last two fighters rose back up, the punkish model Kym Jane grinning across at the overly German Auntie Gertie.

"I've got to hand it to you," Kym taunted. "The whole Nazi thing was the best thing to happen to the S&M scene."

"Please! Zat is behind us! It is tasteless scum like you that keep us all from moving on," Gertie defended huffily.

"Ha! I don't need taste to kick your Auschwitz!"

"Too soon!!" Gertie erupted at her, clenching her fists and taking a swing at the model.

Kym ducked under the blow, sending a sharp slap across Gertie's bulging chest. The German gasped as her hefty boobs jiggled around, but she slammed her own fist into Kym's breast. The model yelped as her jug was crushed into her chest.

"Ow! Watch the moneymakers!" she snapped, hugging her chest. Kym went back for her pepper spray, but Gertie summoned a burst of beer to fire from over her shoulder. It caught Kym right in the face, making her drop the spray and crashing back against the ropes. Her arms grabbed onto the top for balance as Gertie summoned the beer into a dense bubble around her head. "Ho ho! Had enough, party girl?" she taunted as she waited for her to run out of air.

The bubble started getting smaller until Kym swallowed the last drop and gave a loud burp. "Good shit. I've have worse," she taunted. The German was surprised enough that Kym bounced off the ropes and dropkicked her in the chest, sending Gertie slamming to the mats. Kym mounted her back while the German was reeling, grabbing the top of her uniform and pulling it up and off.

"Nooo! My majestic mountain landscapes!" Gertie wailed miserably, but the cackling Kym tore it and her bra off, whirling the uniform over her head and flinging it to the audience. Gertie blushed and covered her chest, rolling over and firing off several more blasts of beer. Kym dodged around them with the clumsy short-range shots, grabbing Gertie by the legs and twisting on one. Gertie let out a quick cry, starting to power her way out of the move as her thick leg pulled Kym along with it. Kym dropped one more dirty trick as she shoved her hand under Gertie's skirt, burying her nails into her pussy.

"AGHHHH! Neiiiin! My Partnach Gorge!" Gertie wailed. It's a canyon in German. I Googled it. She flailed and reached for the ropes, grabbing onto them desperately. There was no rope break in the rules, and even if there were Kym probably wouldn't have stopped the combination cunt claw and leg-breaking hold.

"You can give up!" Kym laughed at her. "That or I rip you a second pussy to match the old one! You know you're ready to crack, fatty!"

Gertie had tears in her eyes as she glared back. "Dummkopf! Did you think I was holding onto ze ropes because of you?" she snapped.

Kym looked at her in confusion, but she saw a gleam of strangely yellow light go across the ring. She looked up and saw a whale-sized bubble of beer floating overhead, starting to block the spotlights. There were all kinds of excited fans in the audience, and sexy sporting events meant lots of beer for her to pull from. Combined with her own summoned supply, she'd been building it up for some time. "Enjoy some German hospitality! Have a refill!"

Kym let go of her to try to run, but what crashed down was a waterfall of booze that flushed over the entire ring. Gertie held tightly onto the ring, not immune to her own torrent but braced for it unlike the panicking Kym. When the last of it fell, Kym was in a puddle, coughing and dazed against the guard rail. She clumsily pulled herself back upright, but the wet, beer-covered, topless blonde climbed the turnbuckle by then, and when she stood back up, Kym was treated to a flying belly flop that crushed her back to the floor with a thick splash. Kym bounced hard on the floor while Gertie leaned with her hands down on her shoulders. Even with the childish pin, Kym couldn't get up from her crushing weight and the jarring splash. The bell rang out as the announcer boomed overhead.

"Here is your winner! Auntie Gertie!" The busty blonde sat up, smiling awkwardly at the delighted audience as she tried to shake off her fatigue. She started to wave, with calls of "Danke! Danke!" before she froze and slapped her arms around her chest. The crowd whistled and cheered, and with a heavy blush she conceded to lower her arms. "Ze tourism board is paying me extra for zis," she muttered under her breath.

“That’s all for tonight, everyone! Tune in next time for the Multiversal Wrestling League for Greta Gravity vs She Hulk, and your character vs that guy over there’s character!”

Tigra vs Cheetah commission

Have a little Marvel vs DC catfight for ya. Things have been a bit slow this month, I'll admit, with some reality business and a big workload in general. I'm going to start focusing on wrapping some things up to prevent that again. This is technically a sequel to my Tigra vs Wolfsbane, but that's all explained in here.

 

Tigra felt at an all time low after her latest defeat. However close the fight with Wolfsbane had been, the winner had been obvious. After being forced to wear a collar and mewl for her victor, she had to wonder if she was worthy of being the champion of the Cat People. Even her teammates on the Avengers couldn't help but notice her downtrodden mood lately, and their attempts to reach out to her somehow made Tigra feel more pitiful.

During a lull in her watch at the Avengers mansion, the computer alerted her to a break-in detected at the museum. Standard procedure was to send the call to the other Avengers to group up and strike together, but she hesitated this time. Her insecurity and anger mixed into an urge to prove herself and reclaim her pride. Greer silenced the notification on the console and moved to strike out on her own.

Tigra bounded over rooftops and slinked through halls with impeccable silence only available to a woman of her unique position. The guards were all knocked out, not that they would have been likely to detect her silent presence. She entered the room that the computer's scanners had picked up the intruder last, but Tigra hadn't considered one thing about her approach: someone of the same sort of abilities would be able to sense her.

The iron gates dropped down over all the windows and entrances; nothing that Tigra couldn't get through eventually, but not quickly. She whipped around to see Cheetah standing there, the grinning villainess coated in fur and hair.

"So you came on your own," Cheetah observed out loud. "The trap worked better than I could have hoped."

"So that's all this was?" Tigra snapped, turning to face her with her claws at the ready and steely leg muscles tensed. She quickly noted that Cheetah had no manner of loot or jewels on her person at all. "You were looking to attack the Avengers with your cowardly trick?"

"Think of it as a formal challenge. One that you cannot refuse." Cheetah paced slowly in front of her, clearly sizing up Tigra. "I heard about your latest defeat," she mused, making Tigra's blood chill and her fur stand up. "Losing to a simple mutant... and a mongrel of a wolf, at that."

"You have no idea what happened," Tigra defied bitterly, baring her fangs aggressively. The shame was rapidly turning into outrage to hear the criminal talk down to her like that.

"I know that you sound pathetic. Calling yourself the champion of the Cat People and then losing like a pathetic house cat. I think it's time that we had a new champion..."

"So you weren't here to steal from the museum. You just wanted to steal my title?" Tigra briefly thumbed the amulet between her breasts, the sign that she was the champion.

"Oh, I don't want to steal it. That proves nothing. I want you to give it to me." Cheetah folded her arms under her lean yellow breasts. "Either crawl away like the coward you truly are, or accept my challenge. The loser yields and surrenders their pride and the amulet to the other."

Tigra hesitated. She hated being trapped into this, but it was really what her ego needed. A victory just for the sake of proving herself to her foe. She slid the amulet off and set it on the pedestal beside another display case. "I accept your challenge for champion, so long as you'll do the same when you lose."

"Agreed," the villainess grinned confidently. "Let's begin then, shall we?" Cheetah charged even faster than her name implied, emitting a quick growl as she lunged for Tigra's throat. Greer pulled back at almost matching speed to avoid what would have easily slain a normal woman and any number of superhumans. She caught Cheetah by the arm and spun with her, using the same momentum to slam her to the ground. Cheetah gave a hard grunt as she landed, arching her back a bit to thrust her breasts outward but lashing out quickly with her claws. Tigra blocked her foe's forearm with her own, but the claws still slashed down her arm. Her striped fur reduced the damage dealt, but she still felt the sharp sting just below her shoulder as Cheetah drew first blood.

"I won't lose to a coward like you!" Tigra declared through bared fangs, twisting again and mounting Cheetah's back. She wrenched back on her captive arm, getting a pained shriek from the villainess as her claws raked along the tile. She knew that Cheetah was legendarily fast, but tangled up wrestling like this was a level playing field.

"Says the one who acted as the pet to a bitch!" Cheetah hissed back. She thrashed and bucked, but was unable to properly dislodge Tigra. The orange woman grabbed Tigra by her hair and pulled back, just to shove her nose into the hard museum floor. The villainess grunted and was dazed by the impact, but twisted with her cat-like agility. It resulted in some of her long hair to tear off in Tigra's fingers, but a price she was willing to get to face the Avenger head on.

Cheetah lashed out with one hands to grab Tigra's breast, feeling the mounted heroine do the same with her own furry jug. There was a half-second's pause as if daring the other to act first before they clamped down, squeezing with strong fingers and sharp claws into their rival's tender flesh.

Tigra grit her teeth to hold back a cry of pain, letting it out as a savage snarl. Cheetah replied in the same manner, but she lifted up her lithe legs and wrapped them around Tigra's neck from behind. She acrobatically flipped her over, landing the tigress on her back in a head scissor.

"Some champion you are with reflexes like that," Cheetah taunted her, squeezing her lean but muscular thighs around the heroine's neck. Tigra grunted and pushed at the powerful legs, making little headway towards escaping besides sparing herself some room to breathe. When brute force didn't work, Tigra reached lower and twisted one of Cheetah's toes. The villainess yowled and recoiled in pain at the attack on her tender digits, but Tigra kept her grip on the toe hold and pulled the leg up behind Cheetah's ass. The tan-furred thief landed clumsily on her chest as Tigra took a firmer grip on the leg itself, wrenching it up harder into half of a boston crab until even the flexible Cheetah gave a scream from the pain of her stretched muscle.

"Are you ready to give, you stupid stray?!" Tigra taunted.

"Never! Not to a weakling like you!" Cheetah snapped back. With that act of defiance, Tigra gave the hold another harp tug and started to drag her claws along Cheetah's taut inner thigh. The villainess grit her teeth until drool ran from her lips at the tormenting pain, but caught sight of Tigra's flicking tail. She grabbed it between her hands and bit down on the thin appendage.

Tigra screamed in surprise, quickly abandoning the crab and whipping around and away from Cheetah. The speedy thief kept her grip on the tail and followed her movement, twisting herself behind Tigra as she turned and wrapping her own tail around her throat like a fuzzy piece of piano wire. Tigra gasped and gagged at the humiliating position, pushing and kicking at her feline rival.

"Is this what her leash felt like, you bitch's bitch?" Cheetah hissed into her ear. It spurred Tigra's anger enough to drive her elbow back into her ribs right below her breast. Cheetah tried to tighten the pull of the strangling tail, but another pair of blows to her torso made her let go, both of the transformed women pulling back to stand off and catch their breath.

"Biting like a savage?!" Tigra snapped. "You expect to act like a champion with honor like that?"

"What room is there for honor when it costs you victory?" Cheetah grinned, flashing her fangs through her lips. "Is that your excuse for how the wolf beat you so easily? 'Honor?"

"You dirty little stray!" Tigra snapped at her.

"At least strays wear no collars!"

At that, Tigra let out a feral screech and threw herself at Cheetah. She let out her primal instincts mixed with her personal anger as she slammed into the cat burglar, grabbing her wrists and slamming her into the far wall. Cheetah drove a knee into her side, but Tigra ducked down and wrapped her arms around the thieving cat's waist. Cheetah beat her fists across her back to make her let go, but the tigress held on and turned her flexible back over to suplex her foe into the hard tile floor.

Cheetah grunted and would have bounced off the floor if Tigra didn't have such a secure grip on her midsection. The Avenger rose to her knees, pulling her arms up and under Cheetah's armpits to bind her in a full nelson. The dazed thief jerked and pulled, but the hold held tight. Tigra leaned further back and bent her foe backward, thrusting out Cheetah's breasts and bending the her opponent uncomfortably with her. Cheetah growled and pulled against her, but once again proved unable to break the hold. Failing that, she finally positioned herself where she could deliver a reverse headbutt into Tigra's nose.

The Avenger let out a startled yowl and let go to clutch her face. Cheetah whirled around and hit her with a backhand fist, knocking Tigra flat onto her (not so flat) chest. She tried to push herself back up, but her agility was matched by Cheetah's as she kicked Tigra's arms out from under her. The villainess grabbed them and pulled them behind her back, bending them against their natural angle while bracing her foot into Tigra's back for a painfully contorting surfboard hold.

Cheetah dug her clawed foot into Tigra's back while grinding her heel against her spine, finally drawing a pained scream from the striped fighter. "Pathetic!" she laughed, bending Tigra's arms back as if she were trying to dislocate them. Of course, she would need to leave them intact if Tigra was going to hand over her amulet. Then again, maybe she could bring it to her in her mouth like a true animal... "Just admit defeat and give your people the champion they deserve."

Tigra gave another wordless shout of pain and rage, but shook her head to toss her red mane about. "You unworthy bitch!" she yelled back at her, twisting her wrist around to claw at Cheetah's breast. While it didn't make her fully lose the hold, it let her turn her arms into a less painful angle and grab Cheetah's arms. With a furious cry and tremendous effort, Tigra flung Cheetah over her shoulder by both arms.

The feline villain definitely didn't land on her feet as she slid a few inches on her back, rolling back to all fours as quickly as she could. Tigra was already on her by then, mounting her back in an almost Greco-Roman position. Her strong arms wrapped around Cheetah's neck in a chokehold while she fell backward, pulling the tan-colored challenger on top of her. Cheetah clawed at Tigra's arms and dug her heels into the ground to try to push free, but the tigress grit her teeth and held on tight. In fact, she only added to the pressure by wrapping her legs around Cheetah's stomach and squeezing a combination chokehold and bodyscissor on her.

"Let me go, you pathetic, clawless coward!" Cheetah fumed, but quickly broke into coughs when Tigra tightened her grip.

"Let me go, you pathetic, clawless coward!" Cheetah fumed, but quickly broke into coughs when Tigra tightened her grip.

"Either I break your will or I break your back!" Tigra threatened, shouting into her flickering ears.

"You wouldn't dare, hero!" Cheetah sputtered weakly.

"Try me!" Tigra growled, scraping the tips of her claws menacingly over Cheetah's chest. The villainess arched her back in surprise, her chest heaving as she started running short of air.

Cheetah pawed weakly at Tigra's strong and choking arm, finally patting at it as she shook her head. "Stop!" she choked out. "I yield!"

Tigra's heart skipped a beat in delight as her opponent surrendered. Her pride swelled, but she only eased up slightly on her holds. "That sounded too dignified for a true submission to your champion," Tigra purred to her. "Meow your surrender to me."

Cheetah hesitated at the demeaning demand, but Tigra flexed her legs and dug her heels into the muscles of her inner thigh. Cheetah blushed as best she could through all her fur as she mewled meekly to the chosen of the Cat People. Only when she had demeaned herself to the timid meowing did Tigra let her go.

"Good. Now bring your champion her amulet." Cheetah went to the nearby pedestal, crawling in defeat on all fours. Her body was sore and her breathing was still coming ragged, so even if she'd wanted to steal it and run, she wouldn't make it far before she was caught and beaten harder. She picked it up and turned back to Tigra, shocked to find her stripping herself nude.

"Good," Tigra praised indifferently, taking her prize from Cheetah and slipping it back on to tangle between her naked breasts. "Now, as my submissive subject... bathe me."

"What?" Cheetah asked in disbelief rather than outrage.

"Bathe me in the way of our people. Or did you lose your tongue in our battle?" Tigra's insecurities were replaced by her urge to humiliate the attempted usurper. "I could always force you... but that will be much less pleasant an experience, I assure you."

Cheetah hung her head in defeat. Tigra shoved her foot into her face, forcing her to lift it before her tail flicked around from behind her, slapping her across the cheek with her striped appendage.

"Please... not like this," Cheetah muttered, eyes watering up in shame. "I only thought I was stronger. I wanted to protect our pride..."

"A lot of good that did you," Tigra sneered, taking Cheetah by the hair and bending down to her knees. "Now clean me, you useless stray."

The alarm had been silenced and the cameras rigged, so no security came by to check on the display. It gave the two women perfect privacy as Cheetah closed her eyes and ran her thick, warm tongue over Tigra's chest. Tigra's breathing picked up slightly, but she held a cold, indifferent gaze on Cheetah as she was reduced to licking every part of her begrudging champion's body. Tigra would occasionally yank on Cheetah's hair to guide her to spots she missed or simply where she demanded more attention. She would even pull on Cheetah's tail to drag her away if she was lingering too long on a spot and making her fur overly wet. Of course, Tigra made sure that Cheetah spent plenty of time between her strong thighs, holding her head in place for many long minutes where Cheetah was forced to taste and smell her champion's womanhood. Tigra's noisy purring and pulling at her hair ensured that it was the most degrading part of her cleansing.

At last, Tigra released her victim and made her fetch her clothes to help her dress. "I defeated you," Tigra said firmly and suddenly. "I am the champion of all cats. That is all that you'll tell anyone about tonight, or I will find you and do the same to you again. Do you understand?"

Cheetah felt a disgusted knot in her stomach, but she ultimately let out a timid meow in reply. Tigra smirked and lifted up the iron gates around the room, sliding out before setting off the alarm a moment later.

Marvel Catfight: Wolfsbane vs Tigra

Rahne Sinclair and Greer Nelson lounged quietly against one of the walls of the Avengers mansion. Better known to the world as Wolfsbane and Tigra, they had been urged together by their teammates to mingle with each other during the small party. The two teams had figured they would have a lot of in common, and not just for their beastial instincts and appearances. They were both mothers and teachers, and had been through alot in their pasts between supervillains and troubled lives.

"Funny, eh?" Rahne offered with an awkward smile. "You and me with practically the same powers, but one of us is called a minority."

Tigra chuckled and shook her head. "Technically, we ARE a minority, but I get what you mean. Those of us who are super soldiers, alien experiments, and different colors of Hulks are too rare to even really call 'minorities.' Just don't think it's easy being different because it's under a different name."

Rahne nodded lazily. "Aye, and you know the first thing everyone would think of when ye say we've got problems..."

Tigra grinned and then boy answered together. "Fleas."

The two shared a laugh, and Tigra ran a hand through her hair. "But really, it's not even the looks at this point. You can turn it off all you want, but I'm more comfortable in this form these days. You just have to watch for the instincts."

"Damn right. If'n ye don't keep an eye on it, those nasty beastie sides creep up on ye." Rahne raised her eyebrows in realization. "Oh, you really should see Doc Samson. The man' a right proper genius."

"Yea? What for?" Tigra asked, looking at her quizzically.

"Fer the instincts. The whole feral rage doesn't go well with a Scottish temper, let me tell ye. My sessions with the doc were a big help in keepin all that in check."

Tigra's expression soured a bit as she looked at Wolfsbane from the corner of her eye. "Oh... well, thanks but no thanks. I'm not crazy."

"Scuse me?"

"I mean, don't lump me in with you. I've got some problems, but I am definitely not therapy level crazy. That's on you."

"Well fer a lass that prances about covered in nothin' but fur and a bikini, I don't think ye've got any right sayin' you’re right in the head."

Greer leered back at her. "Look, just because you're a psycho, rageaholic mutie doesn't mean that everyone in the world is. You don't know me."

Rahne scowled back as she met the orange heroine's eyes. Those instincts she'd mentioned were starting to build up again, and she felt her muscles twitching that told her a change was coming on if she wasn't careful. And she certainly wasn't going to be.

"Oh, I don't, eh? Doesn't look like yer tryin' to hide much for some horny slut trottin' around in her underwear for attention. Or is that just what ye wear while yer in heat."

Tigra's face would have gone red if it weren't already covered in fur. "Hold on! I'M the slut? I've read your files, you Scottish mutt. I'm not the one who went off and slept with her own student!"

Wolfsbane growled lowly, the wolven hair starting to sprout over her cheeks. "Ye've no place teaching in the first place. A failure like you's gotten her fuzzy arse kicked so many times, no wonder your lot keeps dyin'." Tigra bared her teeth as Rahne smirked at her successful emotional blow. "Or maybe ye like bein' a weak little pet, eh? How many's that now that's owned ye? Kraven, Molecule Man, Red Hood... surprise ye don't just wear a collar all day and save yourself the trouble."

Tigra clenched her fists and readied her claws, ready to start a fight. She sucked in a deep breath to regain some of her control, but smirked back grimly with her mouthful of fangs. "Some talk from the kind of girl who had her religion beaten into her. Wasn't that how Reverend Craig raised you?" Rahne's wolf form was developing its final touches, and her canine ears folded back aggressively. "And that time you 'bonded' with Havoc. You have all this bark like you're some kind of alpha wolf, but you know that deep down you're a helpless puppy, looking for the next person to abuse you and make you their bitch."

Rahne snarled and dove into her. Tigra was braced for her and hissed back, the X-man and Avenger crashing to the ground as they clawed and kicked at each other wildly. The party was quick to react and pull them apart. Colossus easily scooped up Wolfsbane in a bearhug while She Hulk took Tigra by the arms from behind.

"Easy now, Reeve," She Hulk urged, squeezing her arms to try to steady her. "It's a party. We're here for a good time. Let's get you some air."

Rahne was having a similar lack of success escaping Colossus' iron grip. "This ain't over, ye dirt cunt!" the wolf-woman snarled. "We're gonna settle this woman to woman!"

"Not now, you're not," grunted Colossus, starting to lug her away from the scene. But Reeve agreed, and they would be in contact very soon to hash out when to settle this. Between their human pride and their animal instincts, neither heroine was content to let this unsettling attack slide.

Greer and Rahne met up again in secret at one of the several Avenger safehouses. It was a cozy and pracical setup, a large two-story house modified to include a med bay, a minimal arsenal, and most importantly, a padded training room. They came with a small gym bag each, and as Tigra set eyes on the Scottish woman she smirked and pulled a studded black dog collar out of her bag, making sure that she saw it.

Rahne raised an eyebrow a bit, Tigra thinking she'd gotten into her head before Wolfsbane pulled out a bright pink leash and collar from her own. She dangled it before Tigra, complete with a little bell at its throat before she tossed it into a corner. The room was very purposefully empty, the walls lightly padded and mats along the ground.

"Feeling more at home now that you're in a padded cell, psycho mutt?" Tigra spoke first.

Rahne growled and quickly started her change. Her wolf form had gone through a few different incarnations over the years, something that The Professor had dismissed as the mutation itself adjusting to her moods and needs. She had lately been settling on a fairly human look, with dark, almost skin-tight fur, slightly ears, and distinctly clawed fingertips. Despite all her anger, she wasn't out to just rip the fellow heroine apart. Rahne wanted to break and humiliate her more than anything.

Tigra was already in her furry skin and classic bikini, with Wolfsbane dressed similarly in a sports bra and simple panties. "So how ye want to play this, kitten?" Rahne growled at her, baring a few of her pointed fangs in the process.

"Who's playing? We don't need rules here, now do we, you freak beast? We fight it out and the loser's the bitch. Winner's the alpha."

"Fine by me!" Rahne lashed out with a swipe of her claws, grabbing for Tigra's hair. The orange-furred Avenger hopped back from the attack, but Rahne pressed the attack and rammed her shoulder into Tigra's stomach. The Avenger grunted and hit the wall behind her, Rahne throwing a flurry of swift punches into her side and stomach.

Tigra grunted with each blow, but despite her combat record, she wasn't so easily taken down. She grabbed Rahne's wild mane of hair and adjusted her position to knee her in the guts, taking the fight out of the wolf.

"Don't get cocky, beta bitch," Tigra snarled while Wolfsbane coughed from the body blow. Tigra hooked a leg around Wolfsbane's and shoved her to the ground, falling on top of her chest to chest. The Avenger pressed her forearm into Rahne's neck to try to pin and choke her out, but braced her legs and flipped the tigress over her head. Tigra grunted and landed flat on her back as Rahne rolled back upright quickly.

"What's all that about landin' on yer feet, pussy?" Rahne spat at her as she seized one of Tigra's ankles, kicking the other aside so that she could twist it painfully. Tigra gave a sudden howl of pain from the attempt at a submission hold, digging her clawed fingers into the mats to try to vent the pain in her vulnerable foot. With a primal hiss, Tigra lashed out with her free leg. The claws on her toes slashed across Wolfbane's breast, tearing a part of her sports bra and leaving several shallow cuts along her chest. It was hardly enough to draw blood, but enough to make the she-wolf recoil and release her hold.

Tigra rolled to all fours, not bothering to even get back upright before she pounced onto Wolfsbane. They rolled around the mats a bit before Tigra ended up on top, slipping a leg to either side of Rahne and locking her ankles together. "You should have stayed in your junkyard, mutt," Tigra snarled, flexing her powerful thighs and crushing them together around Wolfsbane's abdomen. The she-wolf gasped and pushed at the toned legs, leaving shallow scratched but unable to move the orange heroine's tight body scissor. "That's it. Squirm! Let's see how pathetic you are against a real woman, you weak fucking psychopath!"

Tigra turned to face away from Wolfsbane, which the trapped mutant thought was to avoid her claws and fingers. It was soon revealed that she was simply upping her game. Tigra rolled Wolfsbane onto her stomach, taking her by the chin and pulling upward, getting a shout of angry pain from the Scottish heroine.

"Ready to break, bitch?" Tigra gloated, giving an extra sharp jerk to send another aching bend through Rahne's neck and back. Wolfsbane had her arms free, but not much to grab at. She managed to get to her knees, even if Tigra was still mounted on her back and neck. She grabbed the tigress by the wrists, pulling her hands off of her chin long enough to force her way to her feet. Tigra had enough time to gasp, but couldn't remove herself before Wolfsbane charged backward, crushing the cat in between her back and the wall.

Tigra's arms went limp and released her foe as her entire body jolted from the impact. Tigra fell to the floor in a heap as soon as Rahne stepped away to rub her aching neck. She didn't spend long recovering, lest her opponent to the same. Wolfsbane stood over Tigra, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head up between her thighs and crushing the cat woman's neck in a headscissor. Greer gave a cry of pain, grabbing and pulling at Rahne's legs just to find her lower body far stronger than her hands.

"Get use to it, ya stripey cunt," Rahne snarled at her over Tigra's grunts and cries. "I'm gonna collar you up tight just like this and make you my bitch just like half the villains in this fuckin' city already have."

Tigra tried to find air enough to backtalk her, but had to settle for a few coughing curses. When she finally opened her mouth enough to shout something back, Tigra instead buried her fangs into Wolfsbane's fuzzy thigh.

"Fuckin' 'ell!" Rahne pulled back with a curse. Her sleek hair kept Greer from getting too firm a hold on her with her teeth, but enough to break the skin. Tigra rubbed her neck, but jumped not Rahne's back while the mutant was busy checking on her leg. Tigra hooked her arms under Wolfsbane's armpits and pulled up sharply, stretching up and back on her upper body.

"Dumb little monsters like you belong in a cage, Sinclair," Tigra snarled into Rahne's ear, leaning back to stretch the she-wolf out. Wolfsbane's breasts pushed against her sports bra, the slashes in the small piece of underclothes stretching and tearing under the pressure.

"Ready to give up, puppy dog?" Tigra taunted into Rahne's pointed ears. Wolfsbane's only response was a furious snarl as she kicked backward into Tigra's calf. It sent the nimble cat off balance, loosening her grip enough for Rahne to grab for of Tigra's arms and shoulder throw her over the wolf mutant's head and to the floor.

Tigra landed on her stomach, but Rahne grabbed her by the legs and flipped her back over. Greer's breasts were squashed under her chest as Rahne mounted her back and pulled her legs up behind her back. Tigra gave a loud cry of pain as Wolfsbane put her fury into the boston crab. The tigress tried to kick her way free, but the angle was too awkward to resist. Rahne just buried her laws into her tender leg muscles, securing her hold to pull harder still.

"Still think ye can beat me?" Rahne grunted as she poured on the pressure. "Cuz you're lookin' 'bout as weak as a kitten."

Tigra just clawed and tried to pull herself free from the hold. "Fuck you, you rabid movie monster cunt!" Tigra shrieked back, clearly berserk with rage at her currently dominant foe. She had lost too much throughout her history as a heroine. She was tired of being the jobber of the Avengers. Her instincts were supposed to be an asset, but they were used over and over again to tame her. Never again...

With her hands and legs busy, Wolfsbane hadn't considered that Tigra might use more than that herself. So when the feline's tail snaked its way over her chest and between her arms, Rahne was too surprised and too unwilling to let go of her hold to stop it. The prehensile appendage wrapped around Wolfsbane's neck with a few tight loops and squeezed with all its might. While it wasn't as strong as limb, it was still enough to get Wolfsbane to let out a startled choking noise as her vulnerable neck was crushed.

"Where's that big mouth now, Fido?" Tigra hissed. She was still in the hold, but Wolfsbane's grip was weakened enough that it was more uncomfortable than painful. "Not so big with your new leash on, now are you? This what your dirty priest did to you, you weak mutie whore?!"

Tigra managed to wrench one of her legs free, though Rahne's tight grip tore a few fresh cuts along her inner thigh. Tigra ignored the trickle of blood running through her fur as she flexed her hips to tighten her tail's grip on the mutant.

Rahne let the leg go to grab at Tigra's tail, pulling at the lengthy appendage. It wouldn't give completely, but she did uncoil one of the circles the tail had taken around her throat. Tigra's grip was still tighter than Rhane would like, so as soon as it was out far enough, she bit into the striped tail. Tigra gave a mix of a primal yowl and a woman's scream as her enemy crushed the long tail between her teeth, stiffening up and hurrying to try to run away from Rahne and regroup.

Rahne had none of that, and as Tigra pulled her tail back out of her mouth, she wrapped it around her fist and pulled. Greer was dragged back into Wolfsbane's reach, where she wrapped Tigra's own tail around her throat and pulled back like a piece of piano wire. Tigra gasped and gagged as her own tail was turned against her, tugged tight by Rahne like another bone-chilling collar.

"Say ye give, ya housebroken twat!" Rahne demanded, giving the tail another rough yank into Tigra's neck. "Or's the has the slutty cat got yer tongue?" Wolfsbane shifted her grip to hold the tail in place with one clawed hand, her other grabbing the struggling Tigra's wrist and pulling it backward. Wolfsbane dug her knee in between Tigra's shoulder blades, sticking her impressive chest out while she did a number on her already aching back in a modified surfboard hold.

Between the pain, the humiliation, and the difficulty breathing, Tigra's vision was starting to blur. Her one useful hand couldn't reach anything vulnerable enough to prove useful. It was either let her strangle her with her own tail, or...

Tigra didn't quite have the air to surrender, so she tapped on the mats in the old sparring cue that she gave up and hoped that Wolfsbane recognized the signal. Fear started to set in when Rayne didn't release her right away, but Tigra was finally allowed to gasp for air when Wolfsbane suddenly released her. The once proud tigress fell to the floor, clutching her throat and coughing fresh air back into her lungs. Tears ran down her face at the mixed pain and relief of escaping the stranglehold.

Wolfsbane only gave her a moment before she grabbed onto Tigra's top. The Avenger could only try to cower away, but that just made tearing it off that much easier. "Dumb little beasties like ye don't wear clothes, now do ye?" Wolfsbane sneered, some vengeful pride in her voice as she tore off Tigra's few pieces of clothing unhindered. Tigra only whimpered as she tried to cover up her curvy body, but Wolfsbane slapped the hands away from her breasts.

"Take it back," Wolfsbane demanded coldly. Tigra looked up at her fearfully, her body still feeling weak and disoriented from the fight.

"What-?"

"Take it ALL back," Wolfsbane growled more firmly, kicking lightly at Tigra's chest. It was enough to knock her onto her back as Wolfsbane pinned her beneath her foot, glaring down at her.

"I... I'm sorry!" Tigra blurted, looking up at the cruel eyes of her opponent. "I take it all back. Really. You're not insane. You're not a pet, or an animal."

"No. I'm an alpha." Rahne slid her bare foot up Tigra's bare chest and shoved it into her face. "Start kissing, pussy bitch." Tigra didn't dare hesitate for long, kissing over the clawed toes obediently. "There's a good little kitten." Rahne grinned cruelly, and Tigra's body trembled in shame and repressed memories as she licked over Wolfsbane's sweaty, fuzzy feet.

The Scottish mutant finally relented as she stepped off of Tigra. She hoped it was over, but Rahne just went to her bag and produced the leash and its belled collar. She leaned over and jingled it like a toy, giving Tigra an expectant grin. Tigra visibly shuddered in disgust, but she crawled over on all fours for Rahne to fasten it into place.

"Good girl," Wolfsbane growled confidently. "Now who's a weak little kitten?"

"I am..." Tigra admitted in a tiny voice, finding herself frightened to break Wolfsbane's gaze. Too many supervillains had done terrible things to her for disobeying them, and that was boiling up in her all over again. Wolfsbane was indeed not so different from Tigra in their history of emotional and mental abuse, which just meant that she was savoring being on the giving end for once to someone who deserved it.

"Then meow for me, kitten," Wolfsbane ordered, giving the collar a sharp tug. Tigra's body jerked with it as the bell at her throat jingled, and she let out a few small, high meows for her forceful victor. She followed her further orders, licking her paws and rolling over as ordered rather than risk any further beating.

At last, Wolfsbane went into her bag again, this time producing a straight razor. Tigra's eyes went wide in horror, but Wolfsbane laughed at her. "Oh relax. I ain't gonna kill ye. I'm not crazy, remember?" She flashed Tigra an intimidating grin, but indeed didn't even intend to hurt her any further. Not physically, anyway. "Now let's see them tits, pussy."

Tigra was allowed to rise to her knees, where Rahne pulled on some of the fur on her breasts and off the bit of orange fuzz. It wasn't especially painful, but it left a small patch of hair that was shorter than that around it, right next to her cleavage.

Wolfsbane held up the bit of fur between her fingers. "There. I've marked ye. That means ye're mine, you pathetic little wannabe. I'm your alpha. You can hide it, and you can try to ignore it, but every time ye look at that bit o' fur, remember who gave it to ya and who owns yer arse."

Tigra shivered and broke down into quiet weeping. Wolfsbane walked away from her, but stuffed the small amount of fur into a pouch in her bag as a souvenir. She casually kicked Tigra's torn up bikini of a costume back at the broken tigress as she passed it by. Rahne left Tigra to her own devices, uncaring as she went back to the Xavier mansion for a late lunch. She must have been smiling, because Storm asked what had her in such a good mood.

"Just feelin' top o' the world today, y'know?" she said with a dismissive shrug and a satisfied smile.