Author's Note: just in time for the holidays, here's a nice seasonally-appropriate story for everyone. I mean, it's not actually Christmas related in the slightest, but there are still some big round ornaments jiggling in a tree, sooo...
FYI this is a rewrite of a fanfic story I published several years ago on a different site. I converted it to only use my own 'original' characters, since by my reading Lit's rules wouldn't permit it in its original form.
With a smug smile upon her lips, Tiger Queen sauntered through the dense brush and dangling vines of the Fertalian Wilderness Preserve. A vast expanse of twisted wastes, though it lay not far from the city of Beachport the Preserve was entirely off limits to normal humans. Not so much to protect its wild denizens from poaching, as to protect said humans from the sorts of things that now lived there. The sort of things that considered them prey... for a very wide variety of reasons.
'But it is my responsibility to patrol this perverse yet primal place,' she thought to herself, as she strutted through the wilds. Like most of Beachport's curvaceous champions she wore a defiantly skimpy costume - so that anyone who looked upon her would know instantly that she was mighty enough to do so and quake in fear. Or so said champions would always say, if asked. In her case, to show her connection to her beloved wilds, this consisted of a tiny fur bikini, and a handful of bangles and amulets.
'I am both guardian and mistress of this savage refuge,' she continued to think to herself, behind her sculpted and proudly-uplifted face. She put one long and mighty bare leg down after the other, her scantily-clad bottom strutting boldly past acid-laced thorns and toothy vegetable maws as if they were no concern to her at all. Around her tall and thick trees loomed, mighty hardwoods with twisted trunks - interspersed here and there with mangled pipes or shattered machinery, the ruins from what had been here just before it became a Preserve. 'It is my domain - I rule it, for its own good and for the good of others. Here,' she thought, smiling serenely, 'I am invincible!'
"Attack!" suddenly came a tiny, high-pitched cry.
Tiger Queen gasped as a horde of small, ugly creatures burst up out of the underbrush all around her and charged. They had greyish-green skin, huge ears, and sharp teeth. They wore crude loincloths made of discarded human clothing, and brandished improvised spears and crude nets with which to ensnare her.
"Goblins!" she cried.
Gaping around her in horror, the Tiger Queen promptly cursed herself for a fool. Having been lured out due to reports of far larger beasts, she had not been properly on guard for the more diminutive denizens who infested the wastes, nor their crafty traps and tricks.
"I've walked right into an ambush!" she gasped, as she spun her head one way and then the other, and found them all around her.
"Yes!" the Goblin Shaman laughed. Marked out by his special headdress made of repurposed sports equipment, and parked safely behind his charging troops, he leered at the buxom startled redhead while waving his own ceremonial spear in the direction of her savagely bouncing breasts. "Soon, you will at last be ours!"
"Never!" Tiger Queen promised. Surging into graceful, pneumatic action she leaped to defend herself. Her long sculpted legs delivered kick after powerful kick to goblin faces, driving them back away from her as fast as they could approach. When a few did get too close, she seized hold of a vine and swooped around in a circle, sending them all toppling like bowling pins. Coming back down with a dancer's grace, she smirked as her leg promptly snapped back up into a long arc, sending yet another scaly little creep flying like she had launched him into space.
But despite their small size they proved tougher than they looked. Though goblin after goblin was sent hurtling away by the sole of her bare foot, or crumpled like paper after a single mighty punch, they promptly picked themselves up out of the dirt, shook their heads, and leaped right back towards her. The entire horde howled eagerly as they attempted to flank the tall and mighty Tiger Queen, and snare her buxom thrashing curves in their nets.
'There are... too many!' Tiger Queen thought, as she struck them down once and again, seemingly without end. She felt herself start to tire, while the goblins remained fresh and eager. Like a pack of jackals besetting a lioness, the goblins were threatening to bring down their superior and statuesque foe by sheer force of numbers. 'I need backup' she thought. 'But it will take hours for anyone authorized to get out here!'
Then, eyes darting upwards, Tiger Queen's gorgeous face gasped as she suddenly got an idea.
"Ha! The redheaded she-tiger tires!" the Goblin Shaman laughed. "Rest easy, beautiful one - your fertile human hips will soon bear many fine goblin sons!"
"Not just yet, you backwards freak!" Tiger Queen said. She crouched down - and despite themselves a couple goblins directly in front of her briefly froze, gaping in awe at the view they were briefly afforded between her spread and shapely thighs. Then they squawked in horror as, with a sudden surge of her mighty legs, Tiger Queen leaped up onto the thick trunk of a nearby tree. Seizing hold of a low-lying branch, she wrenched herself up into its boughs. Beneath her the goblins gaped in dismay as they watched her buxom ass wiggling away above their heads. Her tender fur-panty-sheathed mound peeked out almost teasingly down at them from between her thighs just before it finally got swung safely up and atop a broad branch.
"No!" the Goblin Shaman shrieked, to see her escape.
Safely ensconced in the branches of the tree, Tiger Queen reached up between her gigantic breasts and squeezed one of the claws that hung from a leather cord around her neck. A tiny jewel upon it, which concealed a hidden diode, started to blink.
