Meet
Catamount
A
Savage the tiger vore story
By
Strega
“There
he is,” Ratbat said.
Savage
lay stretched out on the concrete factory floor nearby, his nose
nearly touching the same window the were-rat pointed through. More
than twenty feet away his tail-tip, which had been still for hours of
stakeout, twitched. Savage nodded, and muscles began to stir beneath
his striped pelt. Two tons of tiger roused himself from near slumber
– it'd been Ratbat's turn on watch – and peered interestedl

Late one night
By Strega
It started late Friday
evening, as their meetings usually did. Matt up showed at the market
where his girlfriend worked wearing his civilian clothes, which in
his case meant he wasn't furry, bandit-masked and whiskered. No, he
was plain old Matt, but he and Merisa linked arms and went smiling
down the street. Soon enough he'd be furry, right enough. That was
the way she liked it, but he did have a secret identity and it was
safer for her not to be associated with a vigi

From the
files of [REDACTED], as forwarded to U.S. Special Operations Command
This
file is classified SECRET and is protected by the National Secrets
Act.
The
Feral Four

The Feral Four are a
group of animal-themed vigilantes who operate in the slaughterhouse
district of River City, Missouri. They are registered vigilantes in
compliance with the Carson Act, based in a disused garage on
Riverfront Street and Tenth.
The group consists of
group leader Savage the tiger, Couatl, Ratbat
and Techn

A
meeting at the market
By Strega
It was ten o'clock and
Merisa's shift was ending when the raccoon came into the store.

She stopped counting
money and stared. The family-owned grocery store saw its share of
wierdos, especially this late at night, but this had to be the
weirdest. The guy in the raccoon mask was short, barely over five
feet, and wore a vest of plastic-looking scales that hung down over
his hips. A belt thick with pouches and tools pinched in his waist.
Broad wristbands wi

The Checkup
A Savage
superhero story
By Strega
“I don't think this
is necessary,” Savage rumbled.
“You say that every
time,” the Veterinarian said, and slapped Savage's nose with a
tongue depressor. “Now say 'Ahh'.”
He did, and the Vet
shone a flashlight in to look at his teeth and, presumably, other
things that vets look at. Savage tolerated the poking and prodding
with ill grace. When was the last time he was sick? Hurt, yes, but
even then he recovered on his own most time

Savage:
The beginning
By Strega
He was the size of a rather large tiger when they
decanted him from the tube, but you wouldn't mistake him for an
adult. Huge paws, oversized head, too-large, bright blue eyes, and a
wobbly, clumsy walk: you could see that he was a cub, albeit a four
hundred pound one.
He blinked uncertainly at the two men in blue
jumpsuits, and one of them pointed at a grill set in the floor.
"Stand on that now," the man said firmly.
It took the tiger a moment to p

Training
Day
A Savage
short story
By Strega
Ratbat was sparring
with the Golden Maid as Savage talked to the cop. The Maid was in
her usual anime-esque skin-tight outfit, which left only her hands
and face (saving the domino mask) exposed. Her hair was cut short
these days and bound in a knot behind her head. Having swallowed half
a dozen of her clones some time back, Savage knew that the her golden
glow made her unnaturally smooth to the touch and very tough...but
not especially hard to diges

The Feral Three
A 'Savage'
vore story
By Strega, with help
from Laesd
The first mission of
the Feral Three did not go well.
They were on patrol,
TechnoCoon (formerly Bandit) riding on Savage’s back to man the
multifunction cannon, Ratbat (formerly The Rat) soaring overhead on
his new anti-gravity wings. Their gear, along with the keg-sized
force field generator hanging from Savage’s collar, was scavenged
from various supervillains. The were-raccoon, it turned out, was a
pack rat for thin

Savage
–
giant intelligent tiger, Neutral Good




Size/Type


Magical
beast





Hit
Dice


24d10+168
(300 hit points)




Initiative


+9




Speed


80
ft. (16 squares), leap 50’ (10 squares), swim 40’ (8 squares)




Armor
Class


34
(-1 size, +5 Dex, +20 natural), touch 15, flat-footed
29




Base
Attack/Grapple


+24/+28




Attack


Claw

The cat, the rat and the archer
A “Savage”
superhero vore story
By Strega
It was the sixth night
of the stakeout, and the archer almost didn't notice the tiger was
there.
He had placed three
motion-activated cameras on light poles in the parking lot while
undercover as the electrician. Five more on the west side of the
building, looking down on the river. He'd reasoned that the tiger
almost certainly swam the river to get to the meat packing plant,
since the only other way in was a cove

Savage
by
Strega
It was The Rat who
finally said what everyone was thinking. “But what are we going to
do with them?”
Stature, who was still
trying to staunch the bleeding from the cuts in his stony hide,
replied instantly. “Turn them over to the cops.”
The fires were mostly
out. Chill had dropped a thick blanket of frost on the burning
factory, then another, and another. By the time the fire engines had
showed he had it down to an occasional spurt of flame from the fuel
tanks at