End: A World of Sex & Adventure

Deeper and deeper did the two women go. Into a strange new world beneath the earth. Through forests of gigantic fungi, and dark tunnels where raw gems in the ceiling sparkled like stars in the night sky. Until the stream of semen joined with other streams to become a river...and the river ran down to a vast subterranean sea.

Hours became days. Perils assailed them on every front. Fungus-infected zombie husks sought to spread their infection; Lois and Selina watched the shuffling corpses burst open, and humanoid fungous creatures emerge from the broken remnants, dark eye-spots malignant. At first they fought, but as the numbers of their foes increased the women had to flee...and that was their lives for a time. Sleeping in shifts. Making weapons. Finding food and water. Staying one step ahead of the many dangers this new world offered.

There were blind morlocks who wished only to breed them. An Amazonian mole-queen that wished to enslave them, to use their knowledge of the surface world to conquer it. The alchemical run-off that spilled into the stream and created the tainted Sperm-Men. The Cavern of Souls, whose sentient gems tried to capture their reflections. Through it all, Lois Lane and Selina Kyle had each other's backs. Saved each other's lives. Nursed each other through injury and illness. Shared more about themselves and their lives. Grew...closer.

In a dim cavern, a clear spring gave a rare opportunity for the two women to stop and bathe. Lois Lane found herself admiring Selina's body. Weeks of hard living had added pounds of muscle and shaved what little fat was on her lithe body. The dark hair had grown down to Selina's shoulders. The reporter admired the firm definition of her buttocks, saw the scar where a morlock spear had gashed her; Lois had sewn the wound up herself, and was glad to see it was healing.

"Hey," Selina said. "Wash my back?"

Lois slid into the pool. Glowing crystals provided light. Native sponges provided a good way to scrub away accumulated grime and dirt, even if they had no soap. The reporter grabbed one, trailed it through the water, and pressed it against Selina's back. The thief placed her hands behind her head and lifted her hair, an invitation for Lois to wash her neck...

...but Lois had an idea that there were other parts of Selina that were dirtier.

The reporter's lips pressed against the base of Selina's neck. The sponge pressed between the thief's legs. Lois Lane's heart hammered against her breastbone, afraid of rejection, that she had gone too far, ruined the friendship they had formed...

...until Selina began to purr.

"Harrrderrr," she moaned. "Goddess, I've wanted this...I wanted you. But I didn't know if...I thought you were straight."

Lois grinned. She had thought the same of Selina.

"Maybe I'm just hot for you," Lois said, voice soft and husky as she scrubbed harder, her left hand boldly grasping for Selina's wet breasts.

In her lair, the demon Blaze held up the crystal globe, watching the writhing forms of the naked women as weeks of building passion were finally unleashed. In truth, when she had coaxed the two interlopers into the pocket dimension, she hadn't expected them to last so long...and maintaining their little world was a continued drain on her power.

"Still," Blaze said, speaking aloud to no one in particular, as she saw Selina Kyle turn around, her hungry mouth seeking Lois Lane's. "It might be interesting to see what happens next with these two...for a little while longer."