Tiger Queen versus the Bush Poacher
Author's Note: this story is a revision of a previous work published elsewhere. This one has actually been modified relatively extensively compared to some of the others. In particular, when it was first published I got some complaints that at a certain point the heroine 'gave in' too easily. So...in this version she doesn't. Let's see if that works out any better for her, shall we? All characters appearing in this work are over the age of eighteen.
Ocelo the Great, the Lord of the Wilds, the King of the Jaguar Men, stood tall upon his hind legs atop the rocky crag. The wind blew in his fur. The great Jaguar Man smiled as a small squad of his monkey servants slowly forced the mighty Tiger Queen to her knees at his feet. Though weak, the monkeys were able to man-handle her due to the residual effects of the gas. Hooting and howling, they bound the snarling but helpless superheroine's hands to a carved wooden pole, pinning her in place before their master. Then they departed, dispersing back out into the twisted wastes of the Fertalian Preserve - leaving the buxom and athletic redhead to snarl up at their master in private, as they had been ordered.
"You'll never get away with this, Ocelo!" she hissed. "That little sweet-flower trap may have briefly felled me, but I will soon be free. And then you'll feel the wrath of the true Mistress of the Wilds!"
She struggled mightily against her bonds, in accordance with her stated intentions. But for the moment all she accomplished was to make her staggering breasts slosh ponderously in their straining fur bra, and her big round fur-panty-clad buns to rub spectacularly against the thick, decoratively-carved pole behind her. His monkeys had preemptively removed her necklace, anklets and other ornaments some distance away - from their previous battles, Ocelo knew all too well what sort of tricks she tended to conceal within - leaving her in nothing but her bikini.
For the moment he only smiled.
Despite the similarity of their names the two were very different; products of different worlds. He was an anthropomorphic jaguar-man, and the last of a lost and fabled tribe. She was a human woman, clad in brief furs, who devoted her time to saving exotic animals upon her ranch when not fighting as a superheroine to protect them in the wilds. But though he was normally deeply opposed to the wearing of any such fabrics that did not come native to the body - like his did - as he gazed upon Tiger Queen's tiny bikini he felt no moral compunctions to taint his visual appreciation. After all, Tiger Queen's had not been taken from its original owner by lethal force, but only as a final memento of the passing of one of her most cherished and beloved companions.
No, not that kind of beloved companion; the other kind. Get your mind out of the gutter. We're perverts here, but not that sort of pervert. Moving on...
"Stay thigh tongue, beautiful human," Ocelo replied at last, still thoroughly enjoying his view. His pantheric voice was calm and rumbling and filled with urbane understanding. "I am not here to gloat. Rather, I brought you here and bound you in place so that I might, at my leisure, make a proposal to you... without your ever-impressive kicks and punches getting in the way."
"A proposal?!" she asked. She turned her beautiful head and glared up at him from the corner of her bright blue eyes, suspicious. "What kind of proposal?"
Ocelo did not answer right away. Instead, he thrust forth one great clawed paw to the sky in a dramatic gesture. The rippling muscles of his arms and pecs distracted her as he did so. The six-pack abs didn't hurt any. "Great and powerful Tiger Queen, we are really not so different you and I," he said. "We both love the wilderness. We are both its protectors - in our own way. I admit my methods have been a tad... extreme. But I think with the right help I could be reformed." Closing his clawed fist and taking a deep breath, the great jaguar-man slowly brought it to his heart. "With the help of the right... woman."
Tiger Queen's eyes promptly went very wide indeed. She took a deep, slow, breath... making her huge breasts heave spectacularly before the appreciative jaguar-man's kind and reverent gaze
"Are... are you saying what I think you're saying, Ocelo?" she whispered.
The huge jaguar-man slowly turned his head down to look into her beautiful blue eyes, and smiled. "What I propose, my sweet Tiger Queen, is an alliance. An alliance not simply strategic nor merely tactical, but... marital." He extended his paw down to her in offering. Symbolically, since the fierce superheroine's arms were still bound fast behind her. He wasn't quite that stupid. "With you by my side, we could be a potent force for the protection of these sacred wilds."
Tiger Queen stared at the extended hand before her for several seconds, her mouth hanging open in shock. Then she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Oh... oh Ocelo..." she said. She opened her eyes and looked up into his, the corners of her eyes shining with tears. "I... I can finally admit my feelings. Ocelo, even when we first fought, the moment I laid my eyes upon your noble tormented countenance I felt something stir in my loins. I have long tried to deny it, but I could not... I... many are the nights I have lain awake in my bed, unable to sleep such is the fire inside me. Long have I dreamed that my pure love might cure your tortured soul. And now, to have you offer..." Eyes shining, she shook her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"But..." she gasped suddenly, interrupting the spread of a beatific smile across Ocelo's toothy mouth, "I'm not sure. Can we really be together, a jaguar-man like you and a human woman like me? I'm just not sure if it would... work..." And, guiltily, but unable to help herself, the buxom redhead slid her eyes over and stole a brief, disappointed gaze at what was, by human standards, Ocelo's shriveled and misshapen penis.
For the first time, a fault line of nervous fear broke out across Ocelo's utterly confident face - and perhaps a regret to his ideological commitment to always go, in all ways, au natural. But it was quickly suppressed. "Do... do not worry, human beauty," he said. "I assure you, I will make sure my beloved Queen is deliriously happy, no matter what it takes." And opening his toothy jaguar-mouth, he extended a long dripping inhuman tongue and gave the air between them a quick, suggestive lap.
"Ooh!" Tiger Queen immediately gasped, and her buxom body leaped bouncily upon her haunches. Her eyes went wide. Her breath quickened, making her huge breasts swing and sway within her tiny bra. Slipping her own tongue out she briefly lapped her luscious lip. "Do you really mean it?" she asked.
"As many hours as it takes, I shall spend them all worshiping at your feet, my Wild Goddess," he purred back, smirking.
"Oh... oh Ocelo..." Tiger Queen sighed softly, a delighted smile spreading across her face. "Oh, wise, mighty, and precious Ocelo..." Her enormous breasts heaved dramatically from side to side before his feet, her nipples extended visibly through the taut-strained cups of her overloaded fur bra. Opening her eyes, she looked up into his face, her cheeks streaked with moisture. "You are my true love. Ocelo, I... I accep-"
BLAAAM!
A shot rang in the distance and a bloody crater erupted upon Ocelo's chest. A matching geyser burst out from his back.
"ARGH!" the jaguar-man roared, recoiling. He stumbled backwards, caught his balance and, trembling, looked down in shock. Within his muscular chest a gaping cavity had spread where his heart had once been. Looking down with his toothy mouth hanging open in shock, Ocelo's claws fumbled instinctively at the hole. His eyes widened as his claws came back dripping, for once, with his own entrails. Terror spread across his face.
"Tiger Queen, my love!" he sobbed. "H-help me!"
Gasping in horror, Tiger Queen attempted to leap to her beloved's aid. But the ropes with which she had been bound, that she might be kept still while he declared to her his love, held fast. All mighty Tiger Queen's desperate struggles accomplished was to make her huge breasts slosh back and forth furiously before his knees. Despite himself, Ocelo could not help spend some of his last moments gazing down at them in awe.
Then his eyes slowly rolled up. "Mommy!" he sobbed. He tumbled backwards and landed with a thud upon his back, sprawled and lifeless before Tiger Queen's disbelieving eyes.
"Got him!" a deep voice crowed from down the hill.
Tiger Queen gasped in shock to see a pith-helmeted man climbing the slope, a gigantic, smoking, strange-looking gun cradled in his arms. Although tall and obviously strong he had a pronounced paunch beneath his khaki shirt. He wore elephant-leather boots, tiger-fur pants, and a shark-skin belt. His shirt was open to display a hairy chest over which he had draped a necklace of claws and horns from many endangered species, ranging up from eagle talons to tiger claws to, at the nadir, the tip of a rhino horn pointing right down toward his bulging package. He had a thick belt, from which hung a large sheathed skinning knife on his left and, on his right, a collection of shiny manacles. His eyes were covered by mirrored shades and his jowls by a big old-fashioned mustache, but what could be seen of his face was greasy and unattractive, with gapped teeth set into a huge grin.
