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Tyger Scratch Fever

A Batman: The Animated Series Fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author's Note: All non-original characters are © Warner Brothers. This is a Batman: The Animated Series fanfiction, based on the episode "Tyger, Tyger." See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Batman_animated_episodes for more information. Also http://locofuria.deviantart.com/gallery/27244452 is a great comic adaptation of what might have happened during the parts that were not shown on screen during the episode itself.

"Batman, the antidote!" cried Selina Kyle, her arms spread, looking down at her new, furry body. If anything, the change to a partial feline form had made her even more lithe than before, her body a great deal more perfectly proportioned than even her well-trained human body. Certainly she was a lot stronger. Whatever else might be said about him, Doctor Emile Dorian did excellent work in his recombination of genetics.

"Would that be so bad?" asked Tygrus in his deep voice, his face surprisingly gentle, the expression one totally alien to his feline features. "You could stay here, with me."

"Oh, Tygrus," Selina said sadly. "I can't live like this. I have to be human again."

Her yellow feline eyes looked up into those of Tygrus imploringly. The dark-furred animal-man looked back, imploringly at first, before his face fell, disappointment and pity in his expression. And love. Love was always on his features when he looked at Selina. It had been there from the first moment he had seen her in his "father's" laboratory.

"Good bye, Selina," he said softly, taking her small hands in his massive ones, then releasing them, and turning away.

Looking down, spreading her palms, Selina's eyes widened in hope as she saw the small vial of purple-tinged liquid found within. The antidote! Tygrus had saved the only way for her to return to her human form!

"Wait!" Selina called after Tygrus' retreating back, her face hopeful, as hopeful as Tygrus' had been when he'd made his invitation. "Won't you come with us? There's nothing for you here."

"There's nothing for me...anywhere," Tygrus replied, looking back at Selina through the mists of the jungle that covered the doctor's island retreat.

There was a flash of lightning in the pattering rain falling all around them, in which the panther-man's face, with all its sadness, all its endless loneliness, seen in perfect clarity for that one moment. And then Tygrus turned, and walked into the mists until he was gone from sight. He didn't look back.

The whole incident had started at the zoo. Selina Kyle had just been visiting an old friend there, saying hello to Gotham City's resident tiger before going on a date with Bruce Wayne, also known as the Batman. But she'd never made it to that date, as Garth, the ape-man creation of Doctor Emile Dorian, noted and controversial genetic researcher, had knocked her out with a poisoned dart. Selina had awoken on Dorian's private island, with Tygrus, the tall, muscular panther-man creation of Dorian - the mad scientist's first great success - standing next to the metal table where she was shackled. She had shared a look with the animal man at that moment, and saw his expression. It was strange, seeing such a look in the eyes of an animal. The same expression she often saw in Bruce Wayne's eyes, actually: love, restrained into a desperate, needful longing. Tygrus was the only one of his kind in the entire world. But Selina Kyle, known to many as Catwoman, was Dorian's intended second cat creation, and the mate for Tygrus. Dorian's injections and other treatments did indeed change her, altering her body, her mind, giving her a yellow-furred form, lithe and powerful, her body and face and features as much leopard as human.

Bruce Wayna, however, wasn't the sort to let something like this pass so easily. As Batman, he'd hang-glided onto the doctor's island, and confronted the doctor in his lair.

"You've turned her into a monster!"

Those words had rung so loudly in Selina's ears. She had taken on her feline form so recently, was still getting used to it (and getting used to having a tail!), and wasn't sure what to think. But when she'd heard her human lover's reaction, it had struck her like a physical blow, tearing fresh wounds deep within. She was a monster in his eyes, and the thought was enough to make pangs of despair tear at her heart.

Not long after this introduction, Dorian had sent Tygrus after Batman through the jungle of Dorian's island, Tygrus intent on tearing Batman limb from limb, to prove his suitability as Selina's mate. At least that was his feline reason for doing so. His human reason was much deeper: to prove his love for her. It was because Tygrus had humanity left within him that Batman and Selina, fresh-escaped from her glass enclosure in Dorian's castle, were able to appeal to his reason, bringing the panther-man to understand that killing Batman wouldn't make Selina love him, though that realization had torn at the beast-man's heart, cutting him straight to the quick.

Though Selina didn't normally care about the feelings of the men she used and discarded in her past before meeting Bruce Wayne, it was harder with Tygrus. He was as much feline as human, unable to completely reconcile his powerful, primal instincts with his reason. His instincts told him that she was meant for him, body and soul. In her darkest heart of hearts, Selina could feel the same instinctual pull, the same deep, forbidden attraction. But he was a monster! But so was she.... If Batman hadn't been there, Selina might not have resisted her new feline instincts, the animal magnetism that drew her to this wild beast with the intelligence of a human man. But she loved Batman, and knew she loved him, and it was still possible to reverse the transformation.

Returning to Dorian's castle and laboratory for the cure, Garth was soon rendered unconscious by Batman. But when Batman had tried to subdue Dorian, Tygrus had stood in the way. Dorian, after all, was still his father. This sentiment had lasted until Dorian, in a fit of rage at Selina having "ruined" Tygrus, helping him to remember the human part of his being, the part that was capable of gentler emotions, of pity and mercy, pointed a shotgun at Selina. Tearing the gun away from his father, Tygrus had gone on a rampage, causing a series of fires in Dorian's lab. Batman and Selina had escaped, Garth in tow, just before the lab exploded in a deadly fireball. Tygrus exited not long after this, however, carrying Dorian with him, giving the unconscious scientist - Tygrus' father, despite all that he had done - to Batman so that he could receive medical treatment for his wounds.

Selina replayed that last scene before Batman had given her the antidote and taken her from Dorian's island again and again in her mind as she stood, once more, before the tiger cage in the Gotham City zoo. The sheer, unbearable loneliness of Tygrus, still on that now-abandoned jungle island, pulled at something deep within her, something that went beyond simple reason. And there had been something in his eyes. It was something she had only seen in Bruce Wayne's eyes, or Batman's, when she was able to read his expression past the blank white of his cowl's eye holes. The expression was one of deep, forbidden longing. Perhaps even the seeds of love, just waiting to find a place to take root, if only it were not so forbidden.

It had been months since that encounter on Dorian's island. It had also been months since she had last heard from Bruce Wayne. She had been steadily more tempted to don her Catwoman guise again, just for the sake of drawing Batman out.

"What do you think, old friend?" she asked of the tiger in his enclosure, the powerful feline looking up at her with an expression that was almost comprehending. "What do you think of a silly woman who's only attracted to the men she can't have?"

The tiger glanced up at Selina, then gave a grunt, rolling his sleekly-muscled shoulders with the casual grace of one born to a savage, natural beauty. While the tiger might not have been human, or completely capable of understanding the foibles of humanity, it understood a female in need of guidance when it encountered one. You know what you should do, it seemed to say in Selina's imagining, now go and do it, whatever the cost. That path leads to true happiness. That path leads to peace.

But it was so frightening! Selina never thought of herself as one of those foolish, pathetically mewling women, weak as kittens with none of the appeal, that always had to be saved by heroes like Batman and given direction by the men in their life. She'd been that way, once, back in another lifetime. Never again! Now, Catwoman was the one who called the shots, Selina Kyle reborn into something much, much more powerful, more commanding than anything anyone could have predicted. She was the one who decided who she would love, and when. So it was hard - so what? So it broke every sensibility of society. She wasn't exactly given to following the rules anyway.

"It's time to try again," said Selina, before giving the tiger a parting wave, turning and starting away. She heard his answering farewell chuff, and smiled to herself. If she had a tail right then, it would surely have flicked at the tip to show her renewed good mood as the seized upon her new course of action. It was the wrong thing to do, she knew, according to everyone she might ask who wasn't an animal. But she also knew that, now that she was going to go through with it, it felt so very, very good.

*

The island of Doctor Dorian was surrounded on all sides by some of the most treacherous, rock-strewn waters off the coast. When he had been in residence there, rather than his current abode in prison, the gene-meddling scientist had made no effort to rectify this situation, requiring all who wished to come to the island to use air travel. Fortunately, Selina knew ways around this, and soon settled the single-seat helicopter into place on the outskirts of the thick jungle that covered almost the entirety of the rugged terrain of the island.

The sleek purple-grey of her Catwoman costume hugging her body snugly, Selina dropped lightly on all-fours to the grass at the edge of the island where there were the remains of a seldom-used helipad, likely Doctor Dorian's only access to the outside world on those few occasions when he'd left his research for a supply run or something similar, or, more likely, had supplies delivered to him. Normally Selina's bodysuit would hug an undersuit, a light additional layer that helped to give her body additional support as well as concealing her heat signature, with the added benefit of adding a certain modesty to what was already a very revealing outfit. Now, however, she had left off the undersuit, the skintight outfit quickly clung right into the crack of Selina's perfect, toned buns, while, from the front, her nipples were clearly visible poking out against the tight cloth, as was a rather prominent, smooth-waxed cameltoe. It was making her feel intensely aroused already as she stalked forward, still on all-fours, her catsuit clinging to her like a second skin. She'd taken a look at herself in the mirror before she'd gone to the small airport where her little kitty-copter had been stowed, turning to fully admire herself, wondering what Tygrus would think of what she was going to offer him. Alone in the jungle save for whatever creatures Dorian had left behind - one of them hopefully Tygrus - Selina realized that she might as well be naked. The thought was almost driving her out of her mind with aroused anticipation.

The lonely helipad soon vanishing from sight as Selina made her way into the dense jungle, she didn't leave her all-fours position. Despite its thickness, the jungle on Dorian's island was still artificial in nature, and it showed in the lack of sharp thorns and stones and other things to cut the feet, the hands, and the knees. This made her going all-too-easy, and before too long, the tension of her need building up too strongly for her to resist the temptation any longer, Selina lifted her flanks high, keeping her head low to the ground as she continued to crawl forward. She'd seen Isis, her sleek black cat at home, adopt this position several times in the throes of heat, and knew just how to mimic it. This wasn't the only thing she could mimic with near-perfection, as Catwoman started to yowl, softly at first, but slowly building in volume as she grew more confident. Like a needy, slutty queen, she was calling out to every tom in earshot to come and have a turn with her, an invitation heightened all the more as she waved her bottom from side to side with each motion, spreading the scent of her intense arousal far and wide. For a moment Selina considered if she actually was "in heat." After all, she'd stopped taking birth control some time ago, and it had been two, almost three weeks since she'd had her last period. That meant that, unless she was sorely mistaken, and unless Tygrus could no longer breed with her because of their difference in genetics, Selene would almost certainly end up carrying a litter of kittens. Instead of frightening her to her senses, however, that thought just made the Catwoman so horny she couldn't see straight, her body trembling as she yowled loudly, desperate for a male to come and quench the searing ache in her loins, the longing that had never been sated since she'd met Tygrus.

She didn't have long to wait.

Suddenly, her cry cut off mid-yowl, Selina gave a loud gasp instead as rough, clawed hands seized her presented rump. Something huge and powerful covered her body, like a true jungle cat, and she felt the low rumble of a savage growl more than she heard it as the mighty male that had taken her into his grip held her close. Savage claws flashed in the flickers of moonlight filtering through the jungle canopy, and Selina screamed, a small orgasm wracking her body as her filmy bodysuit was shredded. She didn't resist, didn't want to resist, as a huge, powerful hand pressed her cheek to the forest floor, before the steel-muscled body on top of her slid back, a blunt feline muzzle pressing against her dripping sex. Hot breath blasted her naked pudenda as the creature took her scent, and Selina's heart pounded as she saw a glimpse of razor-sharp canines when the dark-furred lips of the beast pulled back. It was the Flehmen response, drawing in her pheromones to test her for suitability.

Selina waited, trembling in need, her lithe, smooth, pale-skinned body glistening with sweat in the faint light. And then the huge hand on her head lifted, and for a moment she felt despair. Was she to be rejected as his mate? This was replaced almost immediately with a leap of her heart as both massive paw-hands seized tight hold of her rounded, trim-muscled tush. Rolling the flesh this way and that, the savage jungle beast took its time, groping Selina's willing flesh playfully, obviously just making her squirm a bit more for him. Squirm she did, clawed gloves tearing at the fertile loam beneath her as Selina's whole body arched and moved with the touch of the beast holding her. Fingers soon slipped between her legs, slipping easily into her slick inner depths, and Selina screamed again, her body bucking, toned muscles tensing as she came once more, so on-edge right then it seemed even the least stimulation was all it took to drive her over.

Fingers were pulled back almost immediately, and Selina openly wept and begged for more as a massive muzzle quite literally engulfed her bared pink parts, sucking on her gushing sex like it was some rare and succulent tropical fruit. No animal could do that! At the same time, no human could have a tongue so rough, which soon rasped slow and long over Selina's aching clitoris, sending her whole world reeling with orgasm after orgasm.

It was almost a relief when that wonderful muzzle pulled away, letting Selina's body go limp, her full breasts heaving against the ground as she fought for breath, her bottom still held high. It wasn't enough, though. Selina knew that, knew she wouldn't be satisfied until she'd had all of it, felt everything there was to feel. She wasn't left waiting for long before she felt powerful pawhands grip her waist, and pushed her body upward in response, recognizing the mating grip for what it was. Hot breath on her neck and a strong, broad chest pressing against her naked back told her she was being mounted like a true feline, and for a moment she expected the mating bite to close on her neck. Instead of a bite, however, she felt an astonishingly gentle grip of strong jaws against her naked flesh, without even a hint of teeth to cut into her skin. Savage though this beast might be, he was also being so gentle with her, so careful not to hurt her. Everything he did only brought her pleasure.

The weight on top of her shifting as the beast moved his hips, got himself into position, Selina eagerly thrust her rump back towards the male about to fulfill her, moaning eagerly for it. In a flash of rare clarity, Selina wondered if the barbs on that surely-feline penis would hurt as they rasped against her inner walls, but that thought was quickly shoved aside: if it hurt, it hurt. It couldn't be worse than sex with the jerk who'd deflowered her, all those years back. Then the tip of that astonishingly hot prick caught in the swollen, needy lips of Selina's pussy, and she shuddered, waiting. She didn't have to wait long, as the powerful creature on top of her, mounting her, mating her, tensed his hips...and then thrust forward and down into her. Deep into her.

Yowling even louder than she had when she'd been calling for her mate, Selina jerked and bucked and squirmed under the powerful male holding her fast beneath him. If he hadn't been so incredibly large and impossibly strong, Selina might have managed to crawl right off his cock. But her thrashing wasn't from pain; on the contrary, it was from a pleasure so intense, so overwhelmingly complete, Selina went blind for a moment, flashes of light going off behind her eyes, her body trying instinctively to get away from a sensation that was more powerful, more mind-shattering than any it had experienced before. As the hips of the creature started to buck, to thrust, to hump Selina like a wriggling little kitten in her first heat beneath a huge and randy tom, if Selina had been capable of thinking, she might have appreciated that the cartilaginous barbs on the feline creature's cock hadn't hardened fully, as they would have on a true feline male. Instead, they were hard, but not sharp, and slightly flexible, like the bumps on one of her textured dildos at home...except this "dildo" was much bigger than any toy Selina owned.

The beast wasted no time, and soon Selina felt her sleek breasts rubbing back and forth against the ground, her aching nipples sending sparks of added pleasure to her overtaxed brain with each minor stimulation. Firm-muscled hips slapped her upraised bare bottom until her pink skin turned bright red, her juices gushing out onto the heavy balls slapping her inner thighs until the fur was matted down like a second skin against the dark flesh beneath. The tip of that swollen male organ knocked at the very gates of Selina's womb, and she felt her insides flutter at each rasping stroke.

Ecstasy.

There were no other words to describe it, and that one word failed in the task. Selina didn't hold back, giving herself to this male, body and soul. Then, in a final moment of pleasured delirium, Selina's head snapped back, her eyes wide, unseeing as she screamed once more, her whole world fading out in a whirl of the most intense pleasure to ever fill her life. Her scream was joined by the savage orgasmic roar of the beast claiming her from behind. The exquisite sensation of her inner walls pulsing, spasming, gripping tightly around the hard, pulsing member thrust deep within her, painting the walls of her womb white with more catcum than she'd thought could be possible, was the last thing Selina knew before pleasured oblivion closed around her. She didn't even try to resist.

*

Consciousness returned hazily as Selina looked around, blinking sleepily at her surroundings. She knew this place: it was the lab of Doctor Dorian. She'd been strapped to a table here when he'd first begun the injections to change her into a creature of his own devising. But this time the lab was in ruins, fire-lashed stone and machinery lying in blackened annihilation all around her.

Curiously, still shaking off the effects of her sweet and dreamless catnap, Selina lifted herself, wincing a little as she felt a soreness on one arm. Frowning, she looked around the room, now open at the top to the bright moon shining down, and saw it glinting on a nearby half-ruined table: the syringe.

"It's only the last injection," said a deep basso voice from behind her, and Selina didn't have to turn to know to whom that wonderful, sexy voice belonged. "It's all that was left. Alone, now that you've had the antidote, it can't change you forever. But it can change you for a long time. I only hope it's long enough."

"How long do I have?" asked Selina, raising her hands, admiring the soft, golden fur already growing to cover her naked skin, feeling her hair receding at the same time similarly-colored fur was sprouting all over her body, making her feel slightly itchy at first, though the sensation quickly faded.

"Months, perhaps," said the deep voice, each word making Selina's loins tremble in eager remembrance of their recent savage coupling. "Perhaps less. I only know a little, the few things father shared with me, telling me about how I was made."

"I know people," said Selina, rising slowly to her feet. "People who can take my blood, analyze it. They can make the serum again - all of the serum."

"It...wouldn't be fair of me to ask anything from you, Serena," the figure in shadows said again. "You've already given me more than I ever could have hoped for." A great, strong hand rested so gently on Serena's shoulder, the movement of the beast behind her so silent even Selina's trained senses hadn't noticed him approaching. "You've given me yourself, even if it is just for a little while longer."

Serena turned, catching hold of that black-furred hand, then pulling the dark creature standing so close to her against her naked, blonde-furred body. She felt so alive right then, so powerful, so free. Why had she ever wanted to be human again? Then she remembered: it was so hard to think in this form. Instincts clouded out reason so very easily. If only there was a way to have the best of both worlds, to live in the world of reason and the world of instincts, the world of humans and the world of beasts, at one and the same time. Looking up into the searing green eyes of the beautiful humanoid black panther, Selina stroked his strange, savage face, at once feline and yet so much more, much like his entire body, much like herself right then.

"I want your kittens, Tygrus," said Selina, bending forward to slowly, tenderly lick the broad chest of the gorgeous male, tickling the dark nipples hidden beneath his fur, making him shiver, showing how sensitive he could be despite all his strength. "I want you, in every way possible. But...I also want my human life." She looked up into his face as he looked down at her, hopeful and resigned at the same time, willing to accept whatever she chose, knowing it was his fate that she was deciding. "I'll find a way, Tygrus. I promise that I'll find a way for us to be together, for me to have everything I've ever wanted."

Their kiss was a thing born of raw savagery and primal need. It was instinct, pure and undiluted by any taint of civilization. Tygrus' huge hands stroked Selina's naked furry body, her supple form arching against his strong frame, an eager purr starting in her chest as she rubbed her breasts against him. Her newformed tail arched upward as the powerful beastmale gripped Selina's toned bottom, her rump tensing at his touch, her body shivering as she felt the light, teasing prick of his razor-sharp claws against the so-sensitive skin just beneath her light coat of fur.

Now kissing his chin, his neck, his chest, his belly, and lower still, Selina slowly lowered herself to her knees before this huge, powerful, beautiful male, her hands so gently cupping his heavy, velvet-furred sac, stroking it until she felt Tygrus purr in pleasure at her touch.

"So full of precious kittens," she cooed softly, looking up at Tygrus' face, giggling despite herself at his expression, so much like that of any tom being given a good petting. "And now for your kitten maker."

One hand wrapped around the base of the proud almost-feline member as Selina took time to admire it, to study it, large and dark, just like the rest of him. The barbs were clearly visible in a knobbed ring around the pointed tip, then the smooth length down to the base, where another ring of slightly thicker barbs waited, the whole so very feline in appearance, and yet with enough humanlike traits that Selene wasn't left without a point of reference. For all her fantasies, Selina hadn't yet bedded a true feline up to this point. Well, there had been that one time...but she'd been interrupted by a zoo guard before she could go too far, and hadn't gotten a chance to explore more than a little. Tygrus rolled his weight on the balls of his paws as Selina stroked the penis of the father of her children nice and slow, from bottom to top and back again, watching the flesh distort and stretch slightly with each motion of her hand. That thought, that she would have this male's children, made Selina too weak to stand again even if she'd wanted to, eager moisture already soaking the fur between her thighs. She'd always been so careful in the past, so sure never to be saddled with something that would surely end her nightly prowling. Even when she'd let the Batman have her, she'd always made sure to be on birth control, and usually made sure Bruce wore a condom over that wonderful organ of his, the equal of Tygrus' in dimensions, if not in exotic appearance. But the time for such considerations, certainly for any second thoughts, was long past in Selina's mind, and instead she lowered her mouth to the almost searing hot cock in her hand.

Licking the seeping precum from the tip with her kitten-pink tongue, Selina was intoxicated almost immediately. It was so heady, so wild, her new senses picking up pheromones that went straight to her brain, driving her wilder with need than she'd ever been before, not even in her most passionate moments with Bruce. She needed this male like she needed to breathe, and she'd do everything in her power to please him, let him do with her as he pleased. She was his, body, mind, and soul, her instincts screaming out to her to yield herself to him. Such thoughts dominating her mind, Selina's muzzle wrapped around Tygrus' cock, and she slowly took him all the way to the roots, her throat gulping, inner muscles clenching down on him, milking him as she used all her skill to bring him right to the edge. She felt a strong paw on the top of her head, stroking her between her new pyramidal ears, and felt so submissive, so abjectly servile....

No, that wasn't her. That wasn't Catwoman. She was nobody's slave, and she was the mate only of her equals.

Pulling back, Selina gave the pointed tip of Tygrus' shaft a final flick of her rough little tongue before she slipped easily out of his grip, her former incredible agility heightened to superhuman levels by the change into feline form. Surprising herself at her newfound strength, she leapt well over the height of two grown human men, up to the sill of one of the massive, busted-out windows, crouching their a moment on all-fours. Looking over her shoulder, Selina thrust her rump outward and up, feeling as much as seeing Tygrus' green eyes raking her naked body, hearing as well as seeing his nostrils working as he took her rich, fertile scent. Arching her back, her tail lifting upward, Selina made sure Tugrus had plenty of time to feast his senses on her sweet, swollen, dripping pink places. They were his reward, if he proved himself male enough to earn them. Then, with an almost effortless exertion, Selina leapt from the broad stone sill to the upper branches of a nearby tree, and soon started to race off through the woods, brachiating and leaping like a wild animal born to the jungle itself.

A smirk playing at the corner of his bestial muzzle, Tygrus leapt to the sill Selina had just vacated, his night vision quickly catching sight of the fine, furry, flexing rump that he fully intended to ride for the next several weeks with minimal breaks for food and water. Before, while her scent had been close enough to that of his kind (though what "his kind" was, Tygrus didn't know) to draw him in, eager to mate, there had been enough differences that he'd been forced to rely to a large degree on the still-human parts of his brain. Now, however, her scent was a desperately intoxicating perfume, a rich cocktail of pheromones that struck at his deepest, most essential self. Before, when he'd mated her after she'd first arrived, calling like a cat in heat, he might have impregnated her with his seed, but he didn't really know: she was still human, while he...was something else. Now, however, there was no doubt: if he filled her with his sperm now that she was like him, she was sure to bear him a fine litter.

Heart pounding with excitement, Selina risked a glance back, her excitement rising even higher as she saw the muscled black shape leap to the windowsill she'd just vacated and then leap to the branch she'd occupied only a few seconds before. Would he give her a head start? Not a chance. If Tygrus caught her, Selina knew he'd pin her to a branch and use her until she yowled, and then use her some more, giving her just what she deserved for teasing him so. Knowing that she had to take any advantage she could if she was to make this last, Selina made sure to pick only the lighter branches as she scampered along just beneath the jungle's canopy. Bounding from branch to branch as she was, her shape humanoid but her reflexes feline, Selina kept her rump high out of necessity, but her tail high out of eagerness, all the better to give Tygrus teasing glimpses of the juicy pink treasures he'd have to work to enjoy.

Grr, this female! At first Tygrus had tried to match Selina leap for leap, but after the fourth jump, he'd had to abandon that plan: she was using the lighter branches, too small and weak to support his weight, as he discovered almost as soon as he'd rested his full self upon a branch that instantly started to crack. If he hadn't had feline reflexes himself, Tygrus would have taken a painful spill to the forest floor. Just as he'd pulled himself up, using a length of nearby vine to get to a sturdier branch, the muscular he-cat had cast his eyes around towards Selina's direction of escape, only to see her crouched on all-fours on another limb not too terribly far away. She was looking at him over her shoulder, her perfectly palmable rump thrust towards him, tail hiked in open presentation. At that distance, even with his enhanced senses, Tygrus couldn't get more than a hint of the tempting jewel she was keeping so tantalizingly out of his reach.

With a bestial snarl, Tygrus jerked himself up onto the nearest branch, and then leapt up higher, gripping the bark of the tree itself even while Selina took off once more, putting distance between herself and him. He noted that she was heading in the direction of the helipad, where her one-seat helicopter waited, and realized fully what she was doing: Selina was putting a real risk into this chase. If Tygrus didn't catch her in time, didn't prove he was male enough to have her, to make her bear his kittens, she'd board the copter and leave him there on the island. Alone again.

Urgency and adrenaline giving him strength he'd never known he had, pushing his powerful near-feline body to its limits, Tygrus continued to climb the tree, hauling himself up hand over paw, claws digging into the bark to give him even more purchase, until he was at the dizzying heights of the canopy. Here, Selina couldn't see him very easily, couldn't anticipate his next moves with the impunity that she'd had before. She was a she-cat in heat, and she was in his territory. With no other males of their kind, or any kind for that matter, for him to compete against this time, Tygrus knew by instinct that made Selina his, in every way possible, and any way he wished. Yanking down a length of flexible vine and looping it around his shoulder, Tygrus dropped to all-fours himself, bounding across the interconnected limbs of the dense jungle canopy, wasting no further time. Despite his haste, however, he had to be careful as he moved; his thick, dark shaft was straining at full erection from the tension of the hunt for such lovely prey, and it took all his concentration to keep the pounding of aroused blood in his ears from blotting out everything else.

Where was he? Selina hadn't dared to look back for several minutes now, not since she'd faked Tygrus out with that lighter branch. Now that she was paying attention, however, risking a glimpse over her shoulder while pausing on an especially broad limb, she frowned in thought. Had she managed to completely outpace the larger male? Surely he would have the advantage here, on his home turf. Even more surely he wouldn't be some weakling, utterly unworthy of her attentions. After all, Doctor Dorian had thought of Tygrus as his masterwork, and mad as Dorian had been, he had indeed been a masterful gene manipulator, making a creature that had even managed to temporarily fight Batman to a standstill. Since Batman was Selina's standard for masculinity, that placed Tygrus quite highly in her estimation. Tygrus had been willing to kill for her, taking Batman as his rival for her affections. He'd also been willing to let her go when she'd rejected him before. This was a male that had touched her heart, giving her something to think about when she'd gotten back to civilization. More than that, she ached for him on a deeply instinctual level, a level of primal need that Catwoman, for all her disdain for humans and human society, hadn't really felt before, save for at brief moments when she'd been most close to the felines that she loved, especially wild ones. Now that she was an animal, or as close to an animal as any human could be, she felt the ache for Tygrus deeply, more deeply than she'd ever felt for any other male. Why couldn't he have kept up with her? The thought of losing him because of weakness left a terrible emptiness inside of her, and for a moment Selina considered going back, holding her position on the branch, gripping it lightly with her claw-tipped fingers and toes in a way that she'd perfected using artificial claws as Catwoman, but which came even more easily now that the claws were her own. Flexing her rump as she wavered between leaping forward and leaping back, Selina finally made up her mind, and turned her face once more towards the helipad. No, she wasn't going to wait for him. If he wasn't male enough to keep up with her, then he didn't deserve her. She wouldn't make an exception, not now, not ever. If she did, she'd never be truly satisfied with whatever might follow from such a relationship, founded on weakness, both hers and her partner's.

THUMP!

With a startled cry, Selina felt her golden-furred body suddenly pressed to the branch beneath her by a great weight at the moment she'd been leaping forward, her hands instead ending up splayed before her on the mossy wood. He'd caught her! Somehow he'd managed to catch her without her noticing him! Her heart pounding, Selina tried to struggle, tried to turn and lash out with her claws, only to have strong hands grip her wrists, lashing them hastily to the branch with a length of flexible vine which resisted her struggles like strong elastic cords. Wriggling first to one side, then to the other, Selina suddenly pulled her legs forward, her knees just beneath her ribs, ready to kick back at her attacker. But Tygrus' legs simply shifted, resting down on her ankles as he knelt behind her, pinning her in this most vulnerable position. Like this, she was presented for him, completely at his mercy. And after how she'd teased and taunted him in her flight, she knew with a shiver of intense arousal that there would be no mercy. She was his.

Hiking her tail upward over her back as she felt huge, strong hands close on her taut, furry rump, Selina looked back at Tygrus' face, his expression intent as he inspected her bared sheparts. What a slut she must appear, Selina realized, feeling her thighs soaked with her own juices, her whole body trembling with desperate need for this male, for his potent sperm to inseminate her. Would she have a single baby, like a human, or a litter, like a feline? The thought made her whimper with lust that burned like a furnace. Then Tygrus' face descended out of her line of sight, behind the smooth swell of her rump, and Selina's entire body tensed up, a loud, drawn-out yowl dragged from her throat as she felt Tygrus' rough tongue assaulting her dripping slit. His muzzle soon followed, and in seconds Selina was thrashing and jerking with all her might against Tygrus' greater strength and weight, and the vine binding her wrists to the branch, keeping her in place, helpless to do anything but suffer wave after crashing wave of orgasm as the brutish beastmale behind her feasted on her like her pussy was a plump, juicy mouse. His clawtips teased the tight ring of her tailhole, just above her sopping wet sex, and Selina whimpered as she felt his muzzle rising, circling that tense rosebud with the very tip of his broad pink tongue, preparing her. She'd only let Bruce have her there a few very rare times, when she'd felt especially slutty, and Tygrus' attentions to that forbidden entryway just made Selina's whole body tense, her bottom tight beneath his huge paws as he gripped her firmly. She was a slut, after all, a teasing, cruel queen cat who'd made her tom work far too hard for what was always his right to claim at his leisure. She'd dared to challenge the natural order of things, and for this, she would pay, and pay...willingly.

"Bad kitty," growled Tygrus in that wonderful, sexy, deep voice of his as he raised himself up behind Selina, his hips arching forward, the tip of his massive prick prodding her tensed tailhole. Selina mewed at the feel of such a heavy slab of male meat pressing against her forbidden hole, looking back at him with pleading eyes, only to have one of his vast paws press against her head, forcing her cheek against the bark of the branch, while his other hand seized hold of the base of her tail, gripping it firmly, tugging upward slightly to force her to hold nice and still for him.

At the first thrust of those powerful hips, Selina yowled again, feeling herself stretching open in such a deliciously dirty fashion. Her claws tore gouges in the bark of the branch as Tygrus claimed her in this most degrading fashion. Despite all of this, however, it didn't hurt much: Tygrus penetrated Selina slowly, gradually, inch by meaty inch squeezing into her tightly-clenching backside. He gave her plenty of time to adjust to her anal violation, let her work past the initial pain, until the endorphins flooding her body took away even that, making Selina cry out once more as another orgasm blasted her body and mind.

Tygrus looked down at where his thick, dark shaft was spreading Selina's tiny, pink tailhole open so very widely. It was an obscene sight, and yet intensely arousing, and he snarled in her ear as he roughly ground his hips against her upraised rump. She had dared to deny the natural order, and for that, she was punished with an unnatural penetration. This female was his now, and Tygrus started to move his hips faster, harder, watching the fascinatingly erotic sight of Selina's heart-shaped rump deforming and bouncing with each impact of his hips against her bottom, her dimples of Venus clearly visible as her back and bottom tensed, arching back to willingly - eagerly - take him all the way. Soon Tygrus was holding nothing back, vigorously humping the lusty female beneath him, the soft slap of tightly-muscled, furry bodies working against each other filling the jungle air. Tygrus' balls were soaked through as they slapped against Selina's tensing quim, which he could feel flutter with rising arousal with each impact, each heavy swing of his seedsacs. Bending over her, Tygrus grabbed Selina's trim, bobbing breasts in both huge hands, mauling them almost cruelly, clawtips rasping against her erect, perked pink nipples until she was yowling again, his hips a blur of motion as he claimed he utterly.

It was too much! Selina screamed like the jungle cat she was as she was wracked with more pleasure than her human body could have ever endured. If this was how anal sex felt, she couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel when he claimed her cunny. Her own scream was answered not long after by Tygrus' mighty roar as he came, the hot gush of cum inside her making Selina's whole body shudder in another hard orgasm, one of so many that they were starting to blend together, a sensation that continued as he pulled out, stroking his cock so that several more ropes of thick catcum painted her upraised rump, marking her as his property. The thought of being owned, of being totally dominated by this powerful, wonderful male, made Selina's eyes roll back into her head.

Selina was so caught up in the sensations that came following Tygrus' orgasm that she almost completely missed his movement circling her until his huge paw gripped her head, pulling it up to the level of his groin. Her eyes snapping open, Selina stared, wide-eyed, down the barrel of the thick, glistening black cock that was still straining at full erection. Salivating despite herself, Selina's jaw dropped open as she realized fully just how perfectly designed for the act of mating this magnificent male really was. Tygrus took this as an open invitation, and thrust his hips forward, gripping the back of Selina's head firmly as he fed her every last inch of meaty, dominating cock, forcing her to gulp desperately, greedily, to keep from being choked on that exquisite shaft.

Not even trying to resist it now, Selina bobbed her head, her eyes heavy-lidded as she grew drunk on post-orgasmic glow, cum, endorphins, and pheromones, feeling Tygrus' heavy balls bounce against her chin with each movement. After his first rough violation of her lips, Tygrus no longer had to hold her in place, no longer even had to move his hips, letting Selina do all the work, and do it eagerly. Instead, he clasped his huge paws behind his back, his tail lashing above his firmly-muscled rump, watching with open, panting muzzle as his gold-furred mate eagerly, vigorously plunged forward and back, taking him to the roots of his massive cock, then pulling back halfway, just enough to catch a few breaths, then plunging forward once more, then pulling back all the way, letting his cock escape her mouth with a loud pop, her raspy pink tongue swirling around the tip of his heavily leaking penis, before she plunged back down once again.

Eager, kittenish, Selina looked up at Tygrus with her large green eyes, meeting his eyes as he looked back at her, his lips curled back in a pleasured, silent snarl. Then his head fell back, back arching as he grunted, a thick spurt of precum coating Selina's tongue. With a twist of her wrists, she was suddenly free, rising to her knees to seize hold of her mate's taut, black-furred rump, stroking the firm, soft-furred flesh as she turned her head to one side and then the other as she buried her muzzle against his groin. The wild scent of the beautiful male she was servicing was exquisite, intoxicating, and Selina found she couldn't get enough of it. And his taste as he came once more, gushing into her mouth with another roar of savage ecstasy, drove Selina wild herself as she guzzled his cum like a kitten at her mother's teat, the lips of her muzzle pursed as she continued to bob her head, eyes closed as a look of ultimate satisfaction covered her face.

Over the next four days, that first time was the only time that Tygrus sodomized Selina's rump. Instead, for every waking moment they shared together in the jungle on Dorian's island, the only times that Tygrus' cock left Selina's cunny for any appreciable length of time was when they pressed their muzzles down to the waters of cold streams or dripping leaves for occasional drinks of water, or when they were pressing their muzzles against each other in the most intimate of ways.

The sex was a wild, orgasmic blur for Selina, though the first day stood out in her memory the most. Tygrus had licked the last spurts of cum off her face when she'd been unable to keep her muzzle against his cock long enough to drink it all, before they'd kissed, standing together on the branch, she offering herself to him utterly, completely, submitting to him at last. He'd turned her, and she'd seized hold of the tree's trunk, just as he seized hold of her hips as she thrust her rump towards him in open invitation. And when his beautiful black penis had pierced her soaking wet slit, she scoured the bark with her claws, her whole body tensing up, inner walls clenching around him like a hot, tight, velvet sleeve. Spread wide around that wonderful shaft, feeling his barbs rasp her tender insides in ways that even the sensual Selina had to admit were sinful, she wailed as the mighty cat creature rode her through orgasm after merciless orgasm, until he'd cum straight into her, his swollen cockhead pressing right up against her cervix, pumping thick, hot semen straight into her fertile womb.

Weak and trembling from her orgasms, Selina hadn't been able to resist - even if she'd been so inclined - as Tygrus used the vine still looped around the branch to bind her to its horizontal length, her arms above her head, her legs spread wide, wrists and ankles cinched together by another twist of vine Tygrus tied on the underside of the thick branch. Helpless, unable to do more than squirm as Tygrus mounted her like a human, Selina's body rocked, her breasts bobbing as the sensitive pink nipples rubbed against Tygrus' broad, furry chest, their hips loudly, wetly squelching together as he thrust almost straight down into her, both their backs arching as they ground against each other like mating serpents, and Tygrus filled her with load after load of sperm-rich, virile cat cream.

When Tygrus had freed her from her bonds a long time later, Selina had been charged rather than exhausted. More desperately needy and aroused than ever before by her long period of restraint, she'd pounced Tygrus, shoved him down to the branch in a position almost the mirror to the one she'd just occupied. Taking a short few minutes to lick his penis clean of her glistening juices, Selina mounted Tygrus' hips, and yowled loudly as she'd lowered herself down onto his upthrust shaft. Pinching her hard pink nipples until it hurt, Selina vigorously rode Tygrus good and hard, feeling him cum inside of her at least three times, his balls slapping her tight bottom only to be stroked by her lashing tail every time she took those extra moments to grind herself against his upthrust hips. In this position, Selina couldn't resist watching his screwed-up face as he fought off his inevitable orgasms for as long as possible, wanting to savor the experience to the last possible moment, his claws digging deep gouges in the bark, legs kicking as he struggled for self-control before instinct finally had its way. It was at this time that Selina's endurance finally wore out and she fell forward, hugging herself tightly against Tygrus' chest, purring in deep contentment as she faded from consciousness, his magnificent black cock still deep inside of her.

After those desperately passionate four days and nights, Selina and Tygrus had both been ravenously hungry, and gone hunting for the wild fowl and many rabbits that populated the island. One day they had even worked together to bring down a wild goat, one of a population of them living on the rocky central peak of the island. Each night they would hunt or prowl, Selina growing acquainted with her new shared territory, learning the specifics of her new body, and each day they would make love. It was making love now, and not just mating. Mating was a raw, instinctual thing, the act of making babies brought on by primal needs more powerful than any rational thought. Making love was a human thing, something done for pleasure and for strengthening bonds.

Many times she and Tygrus would groom each other, running tongues over each others' bodies, exploring each other in a way that was at once human and feline, and at the same time marking each other in a subtle way as bound together. This was intimate, but not always sexual, though some of Selina's hottest memories of mutual grooming involved her and Tygrus lying on their sides, his hot cock buried balls deep in her muzzle, while his muzzle was buried against her soaking wet cunny, eating her out with loud, wet, messy slurps of his broad pink tongue.

Of course, Selina was also pregnant. They'd both known it after only a matter of days. Thankfully, Selina never had morning sickness, though her breasts had grown quite tender for a few weeks. They had grown larger during that time, and soon she'd begun to leak milk. Tygrus, of course, had been more than happy to lick and suckle at her milk-heavy breasts, easing some of the intense pressure that built up painfully at times. During this stage, Selina learned that she could orgasm just from having someone suck on her aching teats. And when Tygrus decided to thrust his penis into her at the same time he was nursing, giving her his milk at the same time he was sucking hers out...mrrr.

As the pregnancy progressed, Selina found she grew less agile than before, her belly growing quite swollen, her navel thrusting out. Her whole body grew almost insanely sensitive during this time, in the fourth month of her gestation. Tygrus didn't seem to mind this at all - it just made Selina easier to catch, after all. He would bring home food for they both, and then made sure Selina kept fit despite her limited mobility. Of course, his way of making sure she stayed fit was to roleplay her being a pregnant deer, while he was a hungry jaguar. Unable to escape him with such a very swollen tummy, Selina made easy prey for her lusty mate, though instead of eating her, he would "eat" her, and regularly ride her through dozens of orgasms, her body too sexually sensitive for her to possibly resist the raw pleasure that so often coursed through her. Sometimes he would be on top, sometimes she would be, and around this time she also began taking him more frequently into her tailhole, made even more tight than before from the extra pressure of her stomach.

Six-and-a-half months marked the time when Selina's water broke, faster than a human, but longer than a large feline's gestation. After an exhausting - but almost painless - labor in the sheltered "den" that she and Tygrus had built in the ruins of Dorian's castle, Selina found herself lying, panting and almost asleep, before Tygrus stroked her side, and then pressed a clean blanket into her hands.

"Twins," he said in that soft, deep voice that Selina had grown to love so well. "I think they take after both of us. But especially their mother."

Instinctively, Selina started to run her tongue over the two tiny newborns, even as she turned onto her side, holding them close so that they could nurse. She smiled as she saw that Tygrus was right. Both kittens were humanoid, just like them both, but far smaller than a typical human baby, more resembling blind and helpless kittens in that regard. One was a gold-furred male with a surprisingly strong grip on Selina's breast, suckling greedily on her swollen teat. The other was a smooth, pink-skinned girl with black hair already visible. The girlchild might have been mistaken for a human, in fact, if it weren't for the pair of pointed ears on the top of her head, and the tail protruding from the base of her spine, both covered in fur the same silky black as her hair, mirroring the fur of her father.

"They're beautiful," said Selina softly as she finished running her rough tongue over the pair, before she turned up her shining eyes to Tygrus.

"Yes," agreed the proud father, bending down to kiss his gold-furred mate. "From a mother like yourself, I would expect nothing less."

Selina didn't know what the future would bring, except in vague generalities. She knew that she'd change back into a human before too long, in perhaps another month or two if she was lucky. Fortunately, she'd collected ample blood and other fluid samples, storing them with the greatest care in some of Dorian's still-functional specimen cases before arranging through a satellite uplink on the island for them to be picked up and delivered to some of her scientifically-minded associates. The samples had arrived safely, she'd been informed, and were already yielding fascinating results. What might come of the strange chemicals of her blood, only time would tell. In the meantime, however, Selina had a family to raise, and perhaps to train.

"I just hope they turn out better than me," she sighed to herself softly.

"If they turn out like you, Selina," said Tygrus, kneeling by her side to wrap his strong arms around his entire family, "then I could not ask for more."