Trudging through the brush of the Themyscirian forests Cheetah and Circe made their way back to the ruins of the city. Poison Ivy’s plants had overtaken the buildings, enveloping it into the forests itself, though the rest of the amazons cared little. The Amazonian empire or what was NOW known as the Sergal Empire had degenerated into packs of sorts what with those changed had their priorities altered along with their bodies. Still devoted to peace and justice the thousands of Sergals had begun embracing their instincts upon insistence by their new Queen Diana. Instead of spear and bow the predatory creatures hunted with tooth and claw, all to feed their kind and nourish those too gravid with cubs to feed on their own. Surprisingly after the Justice League had moved to live on the island permanently the former amazons had a population explosion. After Zatanna, Wonder Woman and Cheetah bore their massive litters the rest of the Sergals tried to bear cubs of their own. Never reaching the scope those three had reached the former warriors of the island found motherhood almost addicting. And with such growing families there was a higher demand for food.

"Come ON Cheetah! We’re late as it is."

Hovering about the grass and shrubs that tickled away at her talons and tail Circe looked back with several killed deer slung over her shoulder. Like all the other Sergals she wore next to nothing but then again her dark purple fur covered her entire body. Her increased appetite had softened her figure despite being stout with muscle, her hips were wide and her bust nearly matched the size of watermelons. The only Sergal with floppy ears the only way to know if she were upset was when her teeth were barred… Like they were now. "You’re being slow on purpose aren’t you?"

Keeping a slow pace behind the former sorceress Cheetah carried several kills over her own shoulder. Unlike Circe Cheetah was solid with muscle, her physique only accentuating her womanly curves instead of hiding them. Crunching a rotten log under her foot Barbara sneered back, with her ears back and her tail snapping back and forth. When the battle against the overpowered Cheetah had come to a close she and Wonder Woman were left immobile for days, trapped in a perpetual state of orgasmic bliss from the sensation of being pregnant with hundreds of cubs. When the two went into labour Diana in a feral state of arousal bit down on Cheetah’s shoulder… Resulting in her CURRENT state.

Instead of feline toes Barbara walked over the bramble with owl-like talons, her long heavy tail aiding her balance while she took deliberate steps. Her hands sported talons of their own, gripping her prize easily, the three deer over her shoulder raked with deep claw marks left behind by her hunt. Her eyes were wide and avian, her face now a fang filled snout like that of a shark or raptor and although her mane and tail tip were a bright blood red her body was littered with black cheetah spots, in fact apart from her 586 cubs she was the only spotted Sergal on the island.

"Shut up Circe, I’m moving." Growling under her breath she glared at the purple Sergal and walked past her. "Even I know better than to keep her ‘Highness’ waiting." Like all those who were changed by Diana’s bite they were imprinted onto her like she were their mother, or goddess. Cheetah was no different but the experience had left her to behave in an odd way, after the change she challenged Diana’s rule one turn after another, almost like an unruly teenager revolting against her parent. She never flat out resisted Wonder Woman, but there was always an edge to her voice. "Knowing her she ‘preoccupied’ with her favorite lover… Or the last TEN lovers she currently has."

"You keep talking like that and she might fill you up like a balloon, just like the last time."

Stopping in her tracks Cheetah’s sneer turned to a wry smirk, glaring back at Circe who looked back with confusion. "Circe, I’m hoping on it!" Taken back the purple creature blinked in confusion. "What? Why?!"

"Do you know how amazing, how EMPOWERING it was to bear that many children? A quarter of the island’s population are from my loins alone!" Thrusting out her yellow furry chest Cheetah’s smile widened like a shark’s. "If I bear enough cubs then in time MY Sergals will overtake Themyscira, and I will be the new Queen of the island, just you wait Circe that ‘higher than thou’ attitude is going to get rubbed in her snout when MY children take this world as my own."

Continuing on Circe waited until Cheetah was out of earshot before whispering with a smirk of her own. "Fat chance of that happening, YOUR kids don’t listen to you anymore than you listen to Diana." Hefting the meat over her shoulder again Circe floated faster, catching up to her hunting partner and heading back home.