End: A Shiny New Asshole

Waking up from anesthesia always left Lois Lane a little out of synch with the world. When she did open her eyes, she was lying on her stomach in a hospital bed. There was a sheet over her back, but her butt and legs were bare. Someone was running something over and over her backside, not quite a massage.

Without raising herself up, she turned to see a grey-headed, grey-bearded old man in a labcoat, running some tool over and around her naked ass.

"Dermal regenerator," he explained, without looking up from his work, before she could say anything. "All of the deep-tissue connections were accomplished with microsurgery and nanites, but we wanted your original skin to heal without scars."

"I didn't ask for that," Lois said, voice sounding distant and far away to her ears.

"Exigent circumstances, you were nearly dead when she brought you here. You ought to be grateful. You've got a shiny new posterior—a marvel of Earth and Kryptonian technology!"

He sat back to admire it. Lois raised herself up to look at it.

It was her ass...or rather, her ass as it should have been. Bulkier than she remembered, two perfect pillowy half-spheres. She gave it a test-clench, and saw the definition of the muscles as they contracted, no cellulite. It was the ass of someone that did daily squats. Like it had been built in a lab, designed solely to do squats.

"You have individual muscle control," Dr. Hammond said. "Go ahead, give it a try."

Lois tentatively tried to squeeze just one cheek...and it happened, easier than she thought. In fascination, she began to manipulate both halves of her booty independently, moving them up and down, side to side...she shuddered in simple pleasure as, laying down, she made her buttocks clap together. Something she never thought she'd see her own ass do.

"Doctor, is she...?" Supergirl peeked into the room. An act, Lois knew. She had super-hearing, X-ray vision; the Maid of Might knew Lois was awake.

He stood up. "Yes, she's awake. I'll leave you two for now."

Exit Dr. Hammond, stage left. Enter Supergirl. The door clicked shut behind her.

"I'm sorry Lois," the blonde superheroine said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It was my fault," the reporter admitted. "Pushing you so fast, so soon. At least I got a proper backside out of it."

She reached back and rubbed her ass. There was a little lingering soreness in odd places, and Lois wondered how much of her original caboose was left...but there were worse things in life than having a bionic butt.

"So...want to help me break it in?" The reporter said, a little wickedly. Maybe it was the lingering anesthesia, or maybe it was something to do with the neural interface to her new buttocks, but just then Lois Lane could really go for an assfuck.

Supergirl bit her lower lip...but Lois could see the little nipples harden behind her S-shield. In a moment, the Kryptonian had floated onto the bed above and behind the reporter.

"I don't have any toys with me," Kara said, "but I do have my hand."

Two fingers slid in between the reporter's meatier cheeks, the reporter felt the tips press against her asshole. An unfamiliar giddiness went through her. it was like there was an itch in her butt that needed scratching.

"Lube," the reporter said automatically.

"You don't need it," Supergirl said breathily. "Not anymore."

Lois was going to protest, but then the fingers pressed forward...and Lois Lane's shiny new asshole opened to admit them, slick and wet as a pussy. The reporter gasped as unfamiliar pleasure centers in her brain ignited. She could get addicted to this.

Supergirl speared her fingers in up to the knuckle...and then began to move them back and forth. Lois held onto the bedsheets for dear life, biting down on the pillow to keep from howling. It was better than getting fucked. All of her mind was focused on her asshole, the pleasant burn as Kara finger-fucked her, the way her body involuntarily shuddered in ecstasy...and all Lois could think at that moment was: I need more. Bigger.

The Kryptonian withdrew her fingers. Lois felt a gaping sense of loss inside of her, spread her butt-cheeks apart to present her anus for more...and felt the hard knuckle of her lover's little fist press against the rim of her anus.

"Lois," Kara said thickly. "You don't have to answer this now, but...would you be my girlfriend?"

Before the reporter could answer, the fist began to slowly press forward. Slick lubricant coated the knuckle, synthetic muscle stretched, and Lois Lane's mind went blank as for the first time in her life, a hand slid into the warm, welcoming depths of her colon.

Her asshole closed around Supergirl's wrist, oblivious to all else.

She never wanted to let her go.

Somewhere, as night turned slowly into day, Blaze watched the scene in fascination, fingers dallying over her own pucker. The best laid plans of reporters and demons go aft aglay...and as she watched, Blaze was sure that Lois Lane was getting best laid of all of the players in tonight's little drama. That was all there was then, for Lois Lane's night out...and as for tomorrow? Blaze smiled wickedly. Well, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter wasn't the only one getting it in the end.