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Posted by Strega on November 7, 2009, 1:14 pm, in reply to "Savage, a superhero vore story (tiger/human)"
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“Rat says at least five guys died in that fire. We don't even know what he was after, but let me tell you, whatever it was, we don't want him to have it. We don't want him to finish whatever his plan is this time. Remember the fungus army? Remember the gray goo?”
“I remember. But there must be...” Chill's voice trailed off. One of his powers was sensing heat. The three supervillains were orange blotches against the cool rooftop. A big, warm body was like an illuminated billboard to him, and it was it the absence of such a big, warm body he had just noticed. There had been a...shimmer, he'd say, on a nearby rooftop. Turning his full attention to it, he could make out a distortion. Everything was the same temperature, but part of the wall behind the rooftop was closer than it should have been. There was just the tiniest spark of heat, floating in midair.
Then suddenly a broad, hot, fanged grin and hot, slitted eyes. Savage took his paw from in front of his face, where it'd covered his warm nose and eyes, and faded into visibility. As the adaptive camouflage morphed to his normal stripes, he changed shape. His long feline torso thickened, his hind legs became just legs, his forelegs arms, and eventually he was as humanoid as he ever got.
It wasn't very humanoid at all. Changing shape did not change his mass, and he was an ogre of a tiger-man, twelve feet tall and fearsomely broad, all fur and superhumanly tough muscle. He wore no clothing, but a thick patch of fur covered his private parts. He'd had a good thing going with Jaguaress before her death. Back then he had been almost a comical figure, like an animated plush toy stalking the rooftops. There were rumors that he'd shacked up with this or that heroine and even, maybe, a curious norm or two. These days he was darker.
They said he was Chinese, originally, part of their super-soldier program. Various countries had dabbled in animal-man supersoldier projects. Supposedly the Russian program had produced Wojtek, the were-grizzly who was Prague's protector. Then there was Capwolf and American Eagle, over in Washington.
Savage grinned, then lost the grin as he looked at the smoldering factory. He could smell the burnt flesh as well as The Rat.
Doomknight put away the whistle, which he'd just lifted to his lips as Savage arrived. “We caught the Professor and his goons.”
Savage eyed their rooftop, and didn't leap over. Then Stature waved. He weighed almost as much as the tiger, and after another moment's hesitation Savage bounded across. He landed on all fours and the whole building shuddered, but the roof held. “Did others get away? Why do you need my help?”
“Savage....” Chill's voice was an even lower whisper than usual. “Savage, jails can't hold the Professor. He's killed a dozen people since he's escaped, and that's just this time.” There was a long pause.
No one wanted to be the next to speak. Savage's long striped tail slid slowly back and forth, rustling on the tarpaper. Rat and Stature suddenly found their task of watching the Professor utterly absorbing.
It was known in the hero community that occasionally, people that Savage caught just disappeared. Among the people the cops had found, beaten up by massive paws or restrained inside cars with crushed-in doors and roofs (something of his specialty), there was a certain class of criminal that was simply absent. Rapists. The supervillain who had killed Jaguaress had raped her. Savage didn't like pimps, either, but them he just beat up if he disagreed with their managerial style. Rapists – the ones Savage was sure were guilty – just disappeared. Or at least, that was the theory Doomknight and the other genius heroes had evolved.
Savage was too big to live in a house, too big to use a public toilet. It was common knowedge, and this much was backed up by actual photos, that he used manholes as his toilets. He knew the ones with open sewer channels beneath them and popped the lids off with his claws.
All of this led inexorably to the conclusion that he was eating those few criminals and depositing whatever bits were indigestible into the city sewer system. Even a few supervillains had vanished in his part of town.
Savage's belly rumbled, and he winced. He was hungry. But... “You're asking me to break the law. I could go to prison, to a cage.”
Doomknight held up a gadget. “Do you know what this is?” It was his memory eraser. Everyone knew he had it, and used it on norms and supervillains who learned his identity or just knew too much. Very Men in Black, it was adjustable for length of memory erasure. It'd caused havok when Techmaster duplicated it, putting half the city into a repeating loop of memory.
“We've talked it over. I'll erase our memories after you...afterwards. Except me, it won't work on me. Me you'll have to trust.” Ironic, that, as Doomknight very publicly did not trust anyone at all. He spent far too much time figuring out how to defeat his friends and allies, and at least twice that'd bitten the superhero community in the ass when villains got hold of his files.
Savage was shifting slowly and perhaps unconsciously back into his full tiger form. His voice was an almost unintelligible rumble at the best of times, and as he changed it was hardly more than a snarl modulated into words. “I am going to trust you four, then, because you are my friends. And I think this needs to be done.” He was looking around, but the rooftop they'd moved the supervillains to was chosen with care. A parapet on one side and blank brick walls on three others made it all but impossible to see what was happening here from any distance.
He was going to start with the most dangerous of the three, with the Professor. He padded over to the captives, a flowing river of muscle and twitching tail. Parts of his pelt changed color randomly. Doomknight recognized a pattern meant to confuse surveillance cameras. His shadow fell across the Professor, still bound and gagged, and now from all directions save where the heroes were standing, it was just heroes on the roof. Savage's half-camouflaged form covered all three of the villains.
The Professor wasn't wearing much after the painstaking search Doomknight and Rat had performed, but as the tiger's claws slid over him he wore even less. Savage carefully tore away the armored cloth, without disturbing the bands of rebar. When he had the Professor completely naked he rolled the scraps into a ball and sniffed it. The Professor mumbled through his gag and twitched. He looked harmless now, but no one underestimated him. Slight superhuman strength was the least of his abilities. He was the third smartest man on the planet, after all. Possibly the second, with BrainTrust missing.
Savage left the ball of clothing where it was and began to sniff the Professor himself. He had never fought him, but he knew enough about this villain to worry. Might the Professor have somehow predicted this and painted his skin with a poison engineered to attack Savage and only Savage? Did the man's hair smell odd, or was that just shampoo? He poked and prodded the man's belly to feel for implants. One time he had been blown almost in half after swallowing a supervillain. Who would have though a minor hood like Brickbat would have a bomb in his chest? Luckily, his shapechanging powers extended to pulling himself back together after fiascoes like that one.
Savage had nosed the Professor in rude places and was sniffing the man's hands now, seemingly interested in his fingernails. The Rat watched, fascinated. He would never have thought the huge tiger would be so paranoid. Was he like this every time he ate someone?
Then the tiger's head snapped to the side and the Professor's head and shoulders vanished. The Four hadn't known how this would work, but they'd assumed the meal would be bloody. Surely even a massive tiger would eat people in bites. Doomknight had mentioned carnassials and Rat had proven surprisingly knowledgeable about a big cat's digestive system. Perhaps he worried that as a rat-themed hero, he might eventually end up in one.
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