2:30 AM, Gotham Pharmaceuticals. Pitch dark save for the dim lighting leaking through the window, dead silent save for the sound of the AC running- and the rough sound of the window being slid open. Tic-Tac sounded on the tile floor as a humanoid figure with large round eyes of red slipped in and leapt into the shadows, the sound echoing itself with its following steps. It cautiously continued, large triangular bits topping the silhouette swiveling, scanning the surroundings... Hearing nothing. The silhouette sighed, rising to its feet, a pair of pointed fingers on each hand gripping her goggles and sliding them up, revealing a pair of sharply lit, green, and distinctly feline eyes. The figure stepped into the light, holding a hand to her hip as she was revealed.

The first thing that would have to be addressed was the fact that Selina Kyle was... A mutant. There was no getting around it. She was coated in a thick layer of yellowish blonde fur where it was visible, her pupils were slitted, she had large triangular ears topping her head, a flexible tail snaking out above her well-rounded butt, and claws tipping her fingers. The cowl no longer fit comfortably with the shape of her head as it was now, but she retained her iconic set of red-tinted goggles and her suit, with some, ah- accommodations made for her form as it was. That was to say, no boots, glovetips torn off, and strategic tears made along some of the seams of her suit to allow her tail freedom and give her new fur a bit of breathing room. It killed her to scratch up her custom-made costume,  but it was either this, or run around in nothing but fur; and that might've worked for SOME people, but not Selina Kyle. Never.

It certainly didn't hurt that the newfound layer of fur did wonders for her figure. She wasn't sure what sort of exotic cat she had been spliced with, but she was fairly certain the good doctor had purposefully chosen the only one with a prominent chest tuft.

Her tail swished idly as she scanned the room. The night before, she'd gotten a tip from one of her underground contacts that they were doing illegal splicing research here. She'd had to slow down on her heists ever since her mutation because of how easily trackable a giant mutant cat was, but this was different- whenever the word “splicing” popped up, that left the possibility for something that could lead to a cure, if not a cure in itself- something that even old 'Broody hadn't managed to cook up yet. But... As far as she could tell, there was nothing major related to splicing that caught her attention, here. She wasn't one to miss objects of interest, either. Not with these senses.

She sighed again this time with a sense of dejection, and had turned to leave when a sound did reach her ears. Metal rattling. Not a moment after her ear had twitched, she had whipped around, jade eyes wide, claws at attention. Before her stood the silhouette of a humanoid feline, and one she knew... Rather well. Selina winced. “Barb?” She recoiled, fairly surprised- no doubt, she had clued in her contact. But... Why? “Who else, 'Catwoman?'” The anthropomorphic Cheetah emerged from the shadows, carrying a wry grin on her face to contrast her counterpart's grimace. “Gotta say, Selina. I'm loving this new look you've picked up! I'm touched that you ended up taking my advice to heart~” The smug feline purred, her own tail swaying happily. Selina growled to herself. The two feline fatales hadn't met all that often, but when they did, there was nothing Cheetah seemed to adore doing more than egging her on, telling her that she wasn't taking her felinity far enough. Well, now she had- entirely against her will, mind, but it was doubtful Cheetah really cared about the details.

Selina closed her eyes, took a breath, and relaxed her stature, claws sliding back into their sheathes as she rested her hand casually on her hip. Didn't stop looking frowny, however. “So what is this about, Barb? You didn't lure me here to have a team-up, do you? No offense- I'd rather not be associated with a known streaker. The tan-colored cat laughed, tracing her claws along the wall as she walked. “Funny- no, I'm here on more... Personal business.” Cheetah swivelled her wrist, sheathing and unsheathing her claws playfully in a feline fashion. “It can be hard for a cat, Selina. I'm sure you know. But at the same time, it makes other things so... Easy.” No denying that. There were times where Selina had felt like a new woman after her kidnapping. Stronger, faster, capable of so much more, but... At the heart of it, She was trapped as Catwoman. The life of wealthy sociallite Selina Kyle was effectively ended, she had become a recluse during daylight hours. It was driving her... Mad. She was going to end up like one of the normal supervillains, attempting to capture Batman and Robin in a birdcage and feed them to a pit of lions. She could feel the instinct muddling her senses at times, that's part why she was getting so desperate for a cure, and probably why she had walked into an obvious trap.

Cheetah continued. “Like... Work. Tell any would-be employer that you're the Cheetah. and they'll instantly know who're talking about. They might even be able to list off a few of your hits, that's one of the perks of being one of a kind. At least, that's how it used to be.” Selina began to understand where this was going. “Lately though I've been hearing these strange stories when I drop my name. 'Oh, you're the one that stole from the Bastet exhibit in Gotham, right?' 'You raided that lab that was experimenting on animals, right?' “ Selina smirked. By her standards, those were pretty successful jobs. “Mm. Afraid I can't live with that. It's just too small-time, Selina. If I let you do as you please, you're just going to keep dragging my reputation down with you, and I've worked far too hard to get it where it is. I'm sure you can understand that, right?” The Cheetah grew closer, baring her fangs aggressively and gaining a predatory vigor in her tail's movements. Barbara would only admit it privately, but the idea of hunting someone that was like her had excited her far more than the idea of “protecting her reputation.” Excuses, excuses... But it wouldn't matter soon, anyway.

“Oh, Barb...” Selina spoke, as if reprimanding a child. “...It's not my fault I make this look better.” The Cheetah yowled in anger, outstretching her claws and going into a sprint. Selina's expression grew focused, her only movements being a widening of her stance and the positioning of her fists in front of her face defensively. Cheetah scoffed internally. Was this her first fight as a splicer? Such an amateuresque, human fighting style. This would be a simple kill. Cheetah's muscled legs coiled and sprung, and she pounced directly at the blonde, homicidal grin bared... Then she felt a breeze against her fur, and Catwoman was gone.

Muttering “What?” Was all Cheetah had time to do before it hit her. A sudden, heavy, painful pressure in her gut, her breath being forced from her lungs in one fell swoop.  Cheetah's head turned, carrying an expression of shock, and there she was. Catwoman, laying into her.

One misconception that Selina had been forced to deal with for a large part of her career was that she couldn't fight. Sure, she didn't like to fight, sure, she had gotten the living hell beaten out of her by her batty counterpart from time to time, but she had been trained by Ted Grant. Wildcat. One of the most, if not the most prolific boxer still breathing today. So yes, Catwoman did know a thing or two about fighting, and the new body was definitely bolstering those abilities.

Cheetah tumbled to the floor, down, but not out. Claws scratched the floor as she scrambled to all fours, bounding at the Catwoman again claws swinging, with rage contorting her features. She managed to graze Selina, getting a clean slice through her suit right below her chest, causing a line of compressed fur to messily spill out, worseing the tear. Selina bared her teeth and growled, yanking Cheetah's tail back as it went past and elbowing her in the spine, staggering her. Selina took the opportunity to spin her around took a swift stepped forward, swinging her weight around and delivering a wild haymaker straight to her cheekbone with her clawed fist, sending Cheetah straight to the mat with a loud FWUMP.

Catwoman snickered, watching Cheetah writhe in pain on the floor. Her more sensible side told her to book it on the off-chance that someone had heard their little fight and called the cops, but... It was odd, something about seeing Cheetah there, whining in pain, was pleasing to her on a base, instinctual level and her dommier tendencies, which she hadn't had much of an out for, lately... Shrugging briefly as if to say “Aw, what the hell?” She got to all fours, grew closer to Cheetah, and in a swift movement, locked her shapely, glossy-furred legs around her neck. Cheetah sputtered to life in a panic. “Wh-What the hell are you doing?!” She blurted out, utterly confused. “What's wrong, Barb? I thought you -liked- this sort of thing.” This sense of primal domination- there was something so satisfying about it to her. It probably should have terrified Selina, but she had become caught in the moment, as she often did. “What the hell are you on about? I'll rend your flesh from your BONES, you insane bitch! Let me go!”

Selina put a clawed fingerip to the end of her chin, ignoring Cheetah's furious-yet-ineffectual swipes, rending her suit and exposing more and more of the luxurious coat of blonde fur along her lower body. “Mmh. I really would, Barbara- but you need this a lot more than I do.” With that, she curled around, wrapping her arms around Cheetah's wide thighs and tightening her legs around her neck. “Are we calmed down, kitten?” Cheetah could swear to Bast that Selina was purring, audibly. She couldn't move despite her taunts and it infuriated her, but was at the same time... Strangely calming. But that was ridiculous! She was the alpha cat, here. She continued to struggle against Selina's tight hold, thrashing and roaring even as her tail was constricted by Selina's own- but the only result was the grip growing ever tighter, her roars choked out by the blonde's powerful feline leg muscles. Just when she thought she might pass out, the pressure relented, and Selina uncoiled from the panting Cheetah, bounding to her feet.

Scraps of black vinyl drifted to the floor. She may have not done any damage to the cat herself, but Cheetah had torn the legs of Selina's costume asunder, and she was left bare from the belt down, though her femininity was still obscured by her convenient furriness. Selina shook her head. “Tch. I had a kitten like you, once.” She reached behind her back, taking a familiar grip in claw as the Cheetah's fur grew matted with sweat. “One way or another, you're going to have to learn that Mommy's things are not scratching posts.” A harsh crack sounded to the cat womens' ears as Selina gave her bullwhip a snap, Cheetah yowling as it sounded against her rear. “Now, purr.” Cheetah coughed, feeling her throat. “What?” Another snap, Cheetah clenching her teeth and closing her eyes in pain. This had gone from assault with intent to murder to some kind of fucked up sex thing. What was wrong with them? And stranger still, she was almost... Enjoying it.

While Cheetah was recovering, Selina swiftly wrapped her whip around her neck and tugged her over to her, ordering once again- “Purr.” Cheetah panted in exasperation, looking up into Selina's cold eyes, begging for some kind of release, some sort of mercy from this game she was playing- but getting nothing in return.

Defeated, Barbara Ann Minerva curled over onto all fours, reached deep within herself... And she purred. She purred for Catwoman like the Housecat she was, and it felt wonderful.

Catwoman reached down and scritched the tip of Cheetah's jaw with her index claw, eliciting another purr. Whip still tied firmly around her take's neck, Selina bared her fanged feline smile at the formerly mighty villainess, thoroughly pleased with herself. Perhaps tonight wouldn't have been a... Complete waste of time.

“Good Girl.~”