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The Choices We Make
by Fanfic Fetishist
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Author's Note: This ficcie features one of my all time favorite comic book characters, the White Tiger.  She was the second to use the name and in my opinion, the most underrated, as she didn't even survive the entire run of the series she was introduced in, Heroes For Hire.  But in my heart, mind, and fantasies, she lives on.  This is my attempt to give her a little happiness.

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A ruined part of town...
Three months ago...
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There it is, the white-clad woman thought.  With stunning skill and grace, she moved from shadow to shadow, staying invisible to the naked eye despite the bright color of her form-fitting costume.  She headed slowly towards the roof of the delapted building that was her target.  With a final leap, she landed on the roof of apartment.  She looked around carefully, her almost feline face twitching as she sniffed the air, trying to make sure no one was around.  Stealthily, she crept towards the door that would lead to the stairwell down...

The door popped open.  Before the woman could react, a red-and-black blur shot out, tackling her hard.  The woman rowled ferally, her clawed hands slashing at the man's back.  Before she could get her bearings enough to throw the man off, he slammed her down hard on the ground, pulling out a rather large gun and aiming it at her face.  The masked man chuckled, and the woman realized for the first time that all he was wearing was a pair of red-sweatpants and a black shirt, along with his mask.

"Well well.  Pussycat come hunting for little old Deadpool?  Explain what you're doing here, girly, before I demonstrate ALL the ways there are to skin a cat," the man said.

The woman gagged, and gripped Deadpool's arm.  Her first instinct was to shift to her more bestial form and throw him off, but she needed the mercenary's cooperation.

"My name is..."

"I know who you are, girly.  My illustrious employers informed me about you.  You're the second White Tiger, one of the token babes of Heroes For Hire.  You are ALSO a creation of High Evolutionary, evolved from a tiger he found in the Amazon.  I didn't ask who you were.  I asked what you were doing here.  So 'fess up.  Normally, I enjoy having beautiful spandex cuties drop in one me, but I've been through a bad spot lately."

White Tiger coughed, surprised that he knew so much.

"The clock is ticking," Deadpool said, and began to hum the tune from Final Jeapordy.

Tiger managed to find her voice.  "I've come to hire your services to help me in an... what is word... assanaton?"

Deadpool blinked under his mask.  "Assassination?"

Tiger nodded, cursing herself inwardly for her lack of skill with human tongue.

Deadpool withdrew the gun from her face and let her get to her feet.  "I think you better explain.  I'm at a loss for jokes and it just don't feel right at all."

Tiger got to her feet, but remained in a cautious pose.  She stared directly at Deadpool, and sighed, saying, "I am being in love.  With Danny Rand, the Iron Fist."

Deadpool smirked, and began to act girlishly, remembering the utter FIASCO his first encounter with Iron Fist and Heroes For Hire was.  "I know what you're saying.  He is SUCH a dollbaby!"

Tiger growled ferally.  Deadpool giggled and went back to a more serious state.

Tiger shook her head, and continued.  "I am being in love with Danny Rand, but he is not loving me in return.  He is loving another, a woman named Misty Knight.  I try to fight her for Danny's love... but what she said to me..."

A pained expression crossed the catwoman's face briefly, and she looked away.  Deadpool, suddenly understanding what she meant all too well, said nothing.

White Tiger recovered herself after a moment.  "I couldn't fight her.  I want to be human, so I try to win Danny's love another way... But it is so hard... Human emotions, so confusing..."

She whimpered, tears starting to come down her face.  Deadpool, in a gesture that surprised even himself, went over and hugged her gently.  She smiled warmly at him, and managed to continue.  

"I cannot handle things human way.  I know that now.  So I want to settle things beastial way."

Deadpool frowned under his mask.  "And that would be..."

Tiger grinned viciously.  "I want you to help me eat her.  And her friend, Coleen Wing."

Deadpool's eyes widened.  "Well, that's certainly... different..."

Tiger frowned.  "You will not help me?"

Deadpool shook his head quickly.  "Nonono!  It's just... I've never been hired for that kind of thing before," he said, suddenly remembering something.  

"What about payment?"

Tiger blinked.  "Payment?"

The mercenary frowned.  "I work FOR HIRE, pussycat.  No moolah, no meal."

Tiger frowned, and thought for a moment.  "As payment I offer myself."

Deadpool, for the first time ever, was at a loss for words.  "Wha?"

Tiger nodded.  "I offer myself to you in payment.  I offer my body, my service, to be use in any fashion you see fit.  ANY fashion."

Deadpool blinked, and looked her over.  It was tempting, he had to admit that.  Tiger's body was exactly what he liked in a woman.  She was tall, and solidly built, with a tight compact frame, her muscles standing out against her costume, especially in her legs.  She had the build of a professional runner, or gymnast, the effect ruined (or, as Deadpool felt, improved) by her abundant breasts.  He frowned under his mask, thinking...

"You really aren't well versed in the ways of the world, are you, girly?" he said finally.

Tiger shook her head.  "Unfortunetly, no.  This was the only way I could think of to get your help."

Deadpool sighed and stared at her, trying to figure her out.  Ah Hell, why not?  I haven't gotten any action since my old lover Vanessa died, and the whole LL&L 'Universal Savior' thing crapped out.  If she's offering herself to me freely in exchange for devouring a couple people.  I even have an idea in mind of how to do it.  If I can 'convince' Weasel to make me a couple things, that is...

"Okay, kitty.  You got yourself a deal.  But you gotta let me do this my way..."

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Two Months Later...
Nightwing Restorations...
(Misty & Coleen's HQ...)
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Misty Knight stretched as she showered off.  The water flowed down her perfectly toned body, her ebony skin shimmering slightly in the soft light of the bathroom.  She sighed, looking down at the stump of her right arm, from the shoulder down replaced by bionics.

It had been so long that she had lost her original arm, she barely remembered having it.  But it still made her sad to see the bionics there, nevertheless.

She turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and stepping out, drying her muscular body off.  Her chest was fairly average-sized, at least compared to her bulk, and her hair was short and curly.  She toweled off quickly, and threw on her workout clothes, a pair of panties, and a blue bra, heading to the workout room where her partner, Coleen Wing, was already getting her exercise in.

The tall, solid, brunette-haired Asian, clad in a formfitting silver bodysuit and little else, jumped and leaped through hoops, kicking at bags that hung in mid-air.  She saw Misty enter, and ended her routine.  She leaped straight down from the ceiling, and landed gracefully, on her feet, and smiled.

Misty chuckled, and threw her the towel.  "Not bad.  You seem worked up about something."

Coleen nodded, catching the towel and wiping the sweat off of her face.  "A little.  I've been finding signs of a high-level Hydra agent in the area.  Von Fritz."

Misty's eyes widened.  "The psycho that feeds his victims to his pet tiger?"

Coleen nodded.  "Yeah.  My sources have been sighting various soldiers bearing his mark around New York recently.  I don't know what he's after yet, but I figure if we work together on it..."

Coleen never got to finish her sentence.  The wall of the exercise room exploded inward, sending shrapnel flying in all directions.  A chunk of brick struck Coleen in the forehead, knocking her out and bloodying her scalp.  She would never wake up again.

Misty managed to get her bionic arm up in time, shattering several shards that came her way.  She fell back from the force of the explosion, landing hard in the rubble, and looked up to see who was attacking.

It was indeed Von Fritz, one of the lesser known, and paradoxically, most feared members of the terrorist group called Hydra.  His pet tiger, a vicious, white-furred beast growled viciously at her, and he reached down to pet the beast, his face hidden by a green cowl, which covered his whole head save for two eyeholes.  A wiry man in a green Hydra uniform stood behind himm, a weasel-ish grin on his face.

Von Fritz and his tiger strode towards Misty.

"Meine Dame," he said, starting out in German, "Do you know who I am?"

Misty nodded, snarling defiantly.  "I also know why you're here, Von Fritz.  But I'm telling you this, I'm not about to become food for your tiger."

She stood, and turned to run for her hidden weapons, which were in all the walls of the building.  But she didn't get a foot before the weasel man fired a tranquilizer dart at her that struck her just above the anklebone.

Misty collapsed, every muscle in her leg going numb.  She still tried to crawl, though, desperately trying to live.

Four more darts struck her body, one in her other leg, two in her arms, and one directly to one side of her spinal column.

She collapsed, too weak to move.

Von Fritz chuckled, and walked over to her, the snow-furred tiger following close behind.  Roughly, he flipped her over, pulling out a knife and removing her undergarments, leaving her nude and defenseless.

"No... P-Please..." Misty begged, barely able to form words due to the tranquilizer in her system.

Von Fritz laughed, and his voice changed.  "You were mostly right, Mistykins.  I am intending to turn you and Coleen into food for this lovely tiger.  But I'm not Von Fritz.  Although he does have sensation fashion sense."

Misty's eyes widened.  She knew that voice.  "D-Deadpool?"

"Right on the first try!" he chuckled.

"B-But why?"

Deadpool chuckled again, then turned deadly serious.  "Because I was hired to help someone eat you both."

He pointed to the white tiger.  Rapidly, the creature shifted, growing taller and slimmer, its front paws becoming hands, shifting to a form she knew.

"T-TIGER?!?"

Tiger shook her head, having discarded her clothes for this occassion.  "I'm so sorry... This is only way I have a chance at winning Danny's heart."

Misty was too confused to speak.  TIGER was behind this?!  It's true that they had enganged in a heated talk about this just a few months before, but she thought she would have moved on by now!!  But this?!

The weaselman came over, carting Coleen's now nude form on his shoulders.  "This turkey's ready for eating, boss."

Deadpool nodded, and turned to Tiger.  "Good, Weasel.  Bring her over here.  Okay, Tiger, brace yourself, this is gonna hurt."

Tiger nodded sullenly, turning away from Misty, who's gaze she couldn't bear, and faced Deadpool, letting her mouth hang open.  The mercenary reached up and gripped her jaw, squeezing it and pulling slightly down.  There was a loud popping sound, and a searing pain through Tiger's jaws as Deadpool dislocated them.

Tiger yelped, staggering back slightly and rubbing her jaw.

"Now," Deadpool said, "Get on your knees, like I showed you, and Weas and I will feed Coleen to you."

Tiger nodded, and got down on all fours, letting her jaw hang open, wider than before due to the dislocation.  Deadpool and Weasel, as he was called, kneeled as well, holding Coleen's unconcious body in their arms.  They brought her forward, sliding into Tiger's awaiting maw...

Misty could only watch in horror as Tiger's jaws bulged outward, her friend's head slipping easily inside.  The bulge in her mouth traveled into her throat, Tiger swallowing hard to move her further down.  Coleen's shoulders slid into the catwoman's jaws, distending her cheeks out to either side.  Another swallow, and that bulge slide down into her neck, the bulge of Coleen's head vanishing as it slid into her chest, hidden between Tiger's substantial breasts.  It became obvious from Tiger's suddenly frantic expression that she could no longer swallow to move her further inward.  Her breasts, while only average-sized, were too big for her jaw to simply extend around.

Deadpool nodded to Weasel, and they both pushed forward on Coleen's unconcious body.  Slowly, Tiger's lips began to distend, sliding around the Asian's bosom.  Tiger cried out in pain as Coleen's nipples slide into her, her jaw stretching to it's limit.  Finally, she had devoured her breasts.

From that point on Tiger seemed to have an easier time devouring her.  She swallowed again and again, taking Coleen's body in up to the hips.  The bulge of her head finally reached Tiger's stomach, the skin there distending greatly.

Tiger looked up at Deadpool desperately, and he nodded, starting to push Coleen in.  She whimpered, her lips distending tightly around Coleen's hips, but eventually the popped in.  Tiger groaned, clutching the bulge Coleen made in her stomach, and began to swallow again, Coleen's body curling up as Tiger injested more and more of her, her legs vanishing down the catwoman's maw into her rapidly swelling belly.

Finally, Deadpool and Weasel let go, since the only thing left outside of Tiger were Coleen's calves and feet.  Tiger leaned her head back and swallowed hard, over and over again, each movement of her throat moving Coleen into her throat.

At last, Coleen's feet slid in-between White Tiger's lips and vanished, a few more hard gulps taking her completely into her belly.

Tiger collapsed, clutching her heavily distended belly.  Coleen's form, curled into a fetal position, was easily visible against her skin.  Tiger groaned in pain, clutching her belly and belching, looking like she wanted to throw up.

Deadpool was at her side in a second.  "Jesus, Tiger, are you okay?"

Tiger shook her head, clamping a hand to her mouth to try and gulp back the rising bile.  She moaned, belching and rubbing her bloated stomach.  "No...  So full...  Feel like I'm about to burst..."

Deadpool shook his head, turning to Weasel.  "Dammit.  Weas, grab Misty and get her in the truck.  Then come help me with Tiger."  To Tiger, he said, "Don't worry, sweets, we'll wait until you digest Coleen, then we'll give you Misty.  By then..."

Tiger groaned in agony, and shook her head, "NO!  Must eat her now... or will not be able to later..."

Deadpool cursed again, and glared at Misty, who was still limp from the tranquilizers.  He motioned to Weasel, who sighed.  They picked Misty up, Weasel complaining that she was heavier than Coleen.  Deadpool gave him a murderous glare.

Tiger strugged back into her position on all-fours, trying to ignore the pain of her tightly stretched bellyflesh, which was scraping the floor.  She opened her still disolcated jaws widely, not noticing that they had grown somewhat from devouring Coleen.

Tears flowed down Misty's face as they brought her helpess body towards Tiger's maw, darkness rapidly closing around her vision as her head was forced into her former friend's mouth.  She whimpered desperately, unable to do anything as she felt herself slowly slide down Tiger's throat.

Misty went down surprisingly easier, most likely because Tiger's throat and jaws were still stretched from devouring Coleen.  Her powerful ebony form, while larger and sporting a bionic arm that they couldn't remove, slid quickly into her.  But still, they had to push to get her inside, the passage blocked by Coleen's unconcious body.  Tiger groaned in agony as her belly stretched out again to accept Misty.  Finally, they got down to her calves.  Deadpool pushed hard, and Misty slid all the way inside Tiger's throat.  The catwoman's belly bloated incredibly.  Tiger forced herself to swallow, getting Misty all of the way into her belly.

Tiger groaned as she finished Misty off, rolling onto her side and clutching her tightly stretched belly.  The outline of the two women was plainly visible in the stretched-to-the-limit flesh of her belly, the fur pushed almost apart by the stretched skin.  She belched, clamping a hand to her mouth and trying to fight back the rising bile in her throat, rubbing her belly.

She was in agony.  She felt like she would burst at any second, her skin was so stretched.  Pain, firey pain, shot through her skin as it strained to hold in the two women she had devoured.  Tears streamed down her face as she hugged her belly, completely unaware that it had already started to digest her massive meal...

Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool, a hardened killer and unrepentant wiseass, found himself completely at a loss for words.  They had gone through two months of training for this, doing research both on the Hydra agent they were framing, as well as salves and potions designed to make the skin stretch.  But never in his wildest imaginings had he imagined this.  It wasn't that he found it frightening, like his wimpy partner did, but seeing this elegant woman, her belly swollen with prey... he found it arousing.  He thought she looked wonderful.

And it wasn't just the physical he was admiring.  Over the past couple of months, he had come to first envy her innocence and cunning, natural intelligence, so different from the kind of smarts that most heroes employed.  When she had seen his face, hideously scarred beyond his healing factor's ability to repair by a long-cured cancer, she hadn't run in fear, or acted disgusted, or even shown pity.  She had just caressed his face, saying that she had scars as well, only hers were on her heart.

Deadpool realized what he felt about her then: She had a beautiful soul.

He smiled.  He had seen that in a novel once, and laughed it off, wondering what it meant and thinking it was silly.

He didn't think it was silly now.

"Um..." Weasel stammered, "I think I'm gonna go get the truck.  We've already created rumors of a Hydra agent in town, and I really don't wanna be here when the Avengers come crashing in here, especially if Knight's boyfriend comes along for the ride.

Tiger moaned in agony, hugging her titanically stretched belly with her arms and legs, and that brought Deadpool back to reality.

"Yeah, do that, Weas.  I'll get Tiger."

Weasel nodded once before almost vanishing as he ran to the truck they came in.  Deadpool was at Tiger's side in an instant.  He moved his mask up just enough to smile warmly at her.

"Well, you did it.  You gulped them both down, and you didn't burst."

He reached down to caress her prey-filled belly.  Already the bodies of the two women had started to soften from digestion.  Tiger, despite the pain she was in, smiled up at him pridefully through tear-filled eyes.

"Yes... And now... I have better chance... with Danny..."

Deadpool's grin became frozen on his face.  "Yeah.  I guess you do now," he said, hating Daniel Rand more and more for neglecting this wonderful woman's feelings.

Tiger moaned, and Deadpool's hate and jealousy were washed away by the need to help her.  Gently, holding onto her belly so it wouldn't slosh, he placed her on her back.  He then got behind her, lifting her up by her shoulders and dragging her as gently as possible over to the back of the truck, where Weasel, too his credit, was waiting with a ramp to get her into the back.  

Deadpool stayed with her in the back of the truck, whispering words of encouragement to the gorged-beyond-capacity White Tiger, gently caressing her belly as she cried in silence from her fullness.  Weasel quickly dropped the hologram around the truck of a Hydra transport, shivering in relief as the Avengers skybike that passed overhead carting Captain America didn't make any move to stop them.

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Over the next three months...
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At Deadpool's advice, White Tiger remained at his HQ in an abandoned apartment building he had converted into his home.  He had phoned in White Tiger's absence, using a device to appear as her creator, the High Evolutionary, and reported that he had requested her prescence his home to assist in the accomplishing of several vegetation-based experiments.  The story was believed, and Tiger was able to digest her meal in peace.  Over a period of one month, Tiger's belly slowly softened and shrunk down.  She was never hungry, needing only fluids to sustain herself.  

Finally, she went to a specially set-up 'bathroom,' and passed Misty & Coleen's remains, two skeletons fused together by stomach acids, one with a semi-melted bionic arm.

She borrowed one of Deadpool's image inducers to put a human-looking hologram around herself, and she and Deadpool went out for dinner that night.

A sewer worker found Misty & Coleen's skeletons, and reported it to the police, who eventually reported it to the Avengers, as predicted.  They positively identified Misty & Coleen's remains, and the 'culprit,' Hydra-agent Von Fritz.  Iron Fist's reaction was mixed.  At first he was horrified, and then despairing.  Finally, when Captain America 'found out' the culprit's identity (thanks in part to some volunteered 'assistance' from Deadpool), he became murderously enraged.

Deadpool showed Tiger Danny's reaction to finding out what Von Fritz 'did.'  It was then she realized that she never had a chance with Danny, that he loved Misty with all her heart, that she would never be anything more than a good friend in his eyes.

And that she had murdered the love of Danny Rand's life.

Deadpool did his best to comfort her as the full nature of what she did hit her, but because he had lost so many loves and friends before meeting Tiger, he had shut himself down, not wanting to show any kind of friendship.

But since he had met Tiger, those walls he had erected in himself were starting to break down, allowing him to love again.  And he made sure to tell her that.

Meanwhile, Iron Fist's desire for Von Fritz's death had died down, but he still wanted justice for what he 'did' to Misty & Coleen.  A massive effort was organized, and the biggest team ever of Avengers was formed to take down Von Fritz.

And it was the biggest.  Captain America and Iron Fist led the group, accompanied by the duo's closest friends, Luke Cage, Sub-Mariner, Hawkeye, and Jim Hammond, who was the original Human Torch.  Iron Man, Thor, Wasp, Giant-Man, Scarlet Witch, Wonder Man, Justice, Firestar, Falcon, Triathalon, Silverclaw, Thena, Ant-Man, She-Hulk, Black Knight, Crystal, Hercules, and Quicksilver came along, representing Avengers and Heroes For Hire.  Official memberships were granted to the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Elektra, the young Slingers, the remaining New Warriors, the recently pardoned Thunderbolts, and even Ghost Rider, Venom, and the Punisher, along with a handful of X-Men consisting of Cyclops, Phoenix, Archangel, Beast, Iceman, Gambit, Storm, Wolverine, Colossus, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Rogue, Marrow, Maggot, and Dr.Reyes.  Dr.Doom even added himself to the roster, no strings attached, mainly because he wanted to get rid of Hydra himself, due to the fact that the organization had threatened his homeland in the past.

It was the biggest team of heroes ever.  They invaded Hydra's main island headquarters, and tore through the base's super-advanced defenses, nothing compared to the powers that this team weilded.  They captured Von Fritz and his tiger, almost immediately, but they didn't stop there.  The heroes, waging a massive war, took over Hydra Island, dismantling the villanous organization forever.

And there were no casualties among the good guys, either.

Deadpool also went along with the heroes, and told White Tiger what happened upon his return.  He had made sure that she was calmed down before he left with the Avengers.

She greeted him with a request, asking to stay with him instead of going back to Heroes For Hire.

"I have done something horrible to someone I care about deeply.  I cannot face him.  Not now," she said, tears in her eyes.  

Deadpool agreed, and they hugged tightly, giving each other comfort.

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Five months after Tiger's request...
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Iron Fist blinked at the image on the videophone.  "Are you sure?" he asked.

White Tiger nodded, smiling.  "Yeah.  Believe it or not, I've fallen for him.  And I'd kinda like to stay with him, work with him."

Iron Fist laughed.  "Well, I'm happy you've found someone, but DEADPOOL?  The Merc With A Mouth?"

Tiger pouted.  "I think he's funny.  I like his jokes.  Also, he loves me as much as I love him.  And life with him is anything but boring..."

Iron Fist grinned.  "Okay then.  I'm glad you called me to tell me.  I was worried about you."

Tiger smiled warmly.  "You take care of yourself, okay?  Oh... And I'm sorry to hear about Misty.  I know you cared for her."

Iron Fist's eyes darkened, and he looked away.  "Yes... Well... The one who murdered them has been punished, let me assure you."

It was lucky that he was looking away just then.  He missed the flash of guilt that travelled across White Tiger's face.  When he turned around again, her smile, sad and pitying for Iron Fist's loss, was back.

He smiled back at her.  "Tell Deadpool thanks once again for his help.  And good luck with your new life, Tiger.  Keep in touch."

"I will, bye."

Iron Fist hung up before she did.  She stared at the phone for a moment, and then hung up.  She sighed, and then yawned, getting up and stretching.  She stripped out of her clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a halter top, standing in front of a mirror.

She smiled at herself.  She had changed a lot since she had started living and working with Wade, as she preferred to call him now.  For one, digesting Misty and Coleen had made her fat.  Her body, once trim and athletic, was now soft and thick.  Her fur had become silkier to the touch, especially around her belly.  Her breasts were now bigger, and for some reason she had started to lactate since she had digested the two women.  She was thicker all over, especially on her ass, but strangely enough, still carried her feline sexual allure.

And that was just the external changes.  With help from Wade, she had learned to speak English flawlessly, as well as come to terms with what she had done.  She justified it with the end results, which were her finding true happiness and the dismantling of a major threat to human freedom, the Hydra terrorist organization.

She chuckled as she thought about it, remembering what happened to the real Von Fritz.  Apparently he wasn't well-liked in his own Hydra sub-group, as he tended to feed his lackies to his pet tiger just as a way of keeping them in line.  All of them had traded damaging testimonies on Von Fritz to reduce their sentences.

The pet tiger was the one she pitied the most.  She was the same species as the beast, she was just evolved to a humanoid state.  But Von Fritz's tiger was so abominably fat from devouring so many humans, and in such poor health, it was killed on the spot.  Not out of vengeance, but to put it out of its misery.

She purred, grinning toothily, and looking herself over in the mirror.  She had quickly gotten over Iron Fist.  Wade was a wonderful, caring lover.  He stayed with her all the while she was painfully digesting Misty and Coleen, making sure she was healthy and comfortable.  And now, he was still taking good care of her, treating her royally, taking her along on his mercenary assignments and adventures, and giving her sweet, wonderful sex as much as possible.

She smiled wistfully, thinking of all the times they had made love.  She was happy now, truly happy, despite the guilt over devouring Misty and Coleen months ago that still remained.

And yet, that very act of devouring two full-grown creatures alive and whole, had led to the biggest change in her life.  Wade's main action came from adventures he sometimes went on with her, usually resulting in lots of dead bad guys and some mixed reactions from allies.  But he rarely took mercenary assignments anymore.  He preferred his new job with her.

Tiger, after thinking about it, remembered not the feeling of pain from devouring the two women, but the pleasure of the fullness.  Seeking to recreate it, they went out and bought a large amount of gerbils, hamsters, and mice from pet store.  They had stripped nude, and lay down on the bed, Wade feeding the rodents to her one at a time until her belly visibly bulged out.  They had made love, Tiger moaning in pleasure from both Wade inside her womanhood, and the squirming of the rodents in her belly.

They had both loved the sensations of the rodents squirming around inside her, and went to another petshop to get more.  This time, they set up a video camera to record it for posterity.  On a whim, they sent it to a porn movie studio.

Within three days, the two of them had contracts for many more 'voraphile' videos.  

They were confused at first, but once the director explained what 'voraphilia' was, they were excited.  They got a chance to live out their fantasies, AND make a buck off of it!

That had been three and a half months ago.  Tiger, from devouring over 40 gerbils, 30 hamsters, 10 cats, and 80 mice in the course of the videos she and her lover had made, had put on weight.  But she didn't mind.  She was making good money on the royalty checks.  Apparently, vore videos were a much-wanted commodity, popular among men and women.  Tiger & Wade's videos were popular among those who weren't necessarily voraphiles as well, mainly because their lovemaking was REAL.

Tiger chuckled, and started to get dressed again.  She went under the stage name of Whitney Trager the Catgirl, Wade under the name of Baron Skarr.  They were silly, and Wade had to do a German accent on-camera, but sometimes, off-camera, they role-played during their own lovemaking using their stage names.

She sighed, looking herself over one last time once she was dressed.  

I really am happy.  I feel good about myself, my life, everything.  I miss Danny, but not as much as I thought I would, she thought.  Grinning, she walked out of her room into the main area of her home, where Wade was eating breakfast.

He smiled at her, and got up to kiss her good morning.  "How'd your phone call with Danny go?" he asked.

"Well enough.  He didn't comment on my weight.  I don't think he noticed, really."

"His loss," Wade chuckled.  "I checked the schedules at the studio, we have the day all to ourselves."

Tiger purred, grinning sluttishly.  "Really.  A whole day to do nothing but what we want.  What fun."

Wade grinned right back.  He himself had changed, all for the better, at least in his view.  He had found a woman who was both beautiful and lovely.  He had gotten, for the most part, out of the mercenary business, and into a life that he enjoyed greatly.  He owed her his life and his heart, if not his soul.

Life was good for Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, and his lover, the White Tiger.  And everyone, for the most part, literally lived happily ever after.