Being the Cheetah wasn't easy for Barbara Minerva. Her transformation into a human-cheetah hybrid left her with many problems. Ostracization and insatable bloodlust were among them, and it usually ended poorly for her, with either dead bodies lying everywhere or Wonder Woman's fist hurtling towrads her face. The biggest problem at the moment was pleasure. Her feline traits put her in heat on a regular schedule, and for a long period of time, her options were left to supervillains who are ugly or egotistical, superheroes who usually hated her and wanted to punch her, or random abductees, who end up drawing the ire of the second group. She opted for playing with herself for now, but kept option three on a to do list.

Cheetah stood in front of a mirror, admiring her form. A beautiful, full muscular body was covered in spotted golden fur, a long tail sweeping behind. She licked her lips with a long, rough tongue. Deft fingers spread her vagina; it was already wet, dripping with want. She got down and raised a leg in the air. Her flexibiliy was an asset, and something she rarely revealed to her enemies. Her head bent over approaching her open pussy. "I want to taste this delicious thing," Barbara deivously thought to herself. Her tounge began running the length of her labia, then carfully entering the lips. A muscular clitoris greeted Cheetah, and she was more than pleased to flick the tip of her own tongue on it. Her clit twitched with delight, sending shudders from one feline muscle to the next. Her passion began growing and with full determination to get herself off, she launched her tongue deep into her pussy. Almost with ease, she was thrusting her own long cheetah tongue into herself, giving as much pleasure as any normal penis would have given her. Her own juices we splashing on her own face as she pulled out, knowing full well it would be stuck in her fur for hours. She was slurping down her own fluids, pleased with her own body. She glanced at the mirror. What a slut she was, legs splayed in the air, her clawed toes spread, moans coming in between long licks. The licking got faster and faster, until in one fell swoop, her vaginal walls made one grand shudder, and her own fluids shot out onto her face, coating her in sticky mucus. She was certain Catwoman could never pull off this feat, which made her smile.

Cheetah lifted her head up, pussy juice hanging off of her chin. "I need more," she declared. Her body ached with primal desire. Normal orgasms from oral sex were not cutting it. She laid back and spread her legs. She looked at her hands, which were furry and covered in claws. Receding the claws, she thought to herself, "time to send these bad boys in." Cheetah thrusted three fingers into her pussy, feeling all the muscles inside. Her previous orgams left lots of lubrication to work with. Her superhuman speed turned her fingers into vibrators. Her body was warm with delight.

Even then, with her fingers fucking her, Cheetah still needed something else. "Fuck this," she said, "I'm filling all of my holes". Her other hand reached towards her asshole. A soft, furry finger slid its way in. Her fantastic muscles closed in tight as the finger popped in and out. Some stimulation was good, but she wanted something thicker up herself. She wanted her orfices as tight and full as they could be, her feline body at its limit. Barbara looked down past her buttocks. A long, thick cheetah tail greeted her, her own personal, controllable sex toy. No bat-gadget or lasso blessed by the gods could do better to get her off. She penetrated her pussy deep with her tail to get it lubricated with fluid and pulled it out. It was sopping wet. Cheetah trembled in anticipation of ass-fucking herself with her own perfect body parts. She truned over towards her stomach, and looked at her ass in the mirror. "It's perfect," she remarked, reinforcing her ego. Now bent over on her knees, she manuvered her tail to the entrance of her furry asshole. With a devious smile, it went in.

She was on all fours now, snarling and gasping as she rammed her clawed fingers in her vagina and her tail up her ass. She accepted herself as a beast, driven to carnal pleasure. She forced herself deeper and deeper, fluids leaking out onto her fur, running down her curvaceous, yet toned buttcheeks and legs. Her positoning made sure that her fingers and tail could feel every muscle and fold that closed in around them. Release was close. Her own butt-fucking made her enjoy being a freak. Her tail explored every cavity, twitching and jerking with delight. It was time. An orgasm exploded with the force with any punch or kick she could throw. Barabara screamed and snarled, as she shot liquid out of her pussy and ass. Juices splattered everywhere where she was hiding out, sticking to the walls, floor, and her own hairy body. She rolled on her back spreading her legs and buttcheeks as the last of it slowly oozed out. Cheetah purred.

"I'll need to really clean myself well before I go out again," she said, ready to begin the process of licking every square inch of her body, ass included.