End: Because She Is Their Queen

She could taste it in the air. Hear it in the vibrations through the earth of the tunnel. More than that, there was a soft chatter at the back of her brain. A constant sussurus. Trillions of tiny chittering voices in a constant wordless patter. Yet Lois Lane could understand it clearly.

They loved her.

The temperature rose. It felt good on the reporter's body. She could feel the itch as the soft human skin sloughed off, and the chitin beneath emerged. Not human, not insect. Something both, neither, and more. The bodies around her...even in the dark she could sense them now. Ants the size of dogs crawled and herded her down the tunnel. The sense of anticipation rose inside of her.

She knew that Superman had fought giant ants before. How many had escaped? Formed their own little colony beneath the streets of Metropolis? Yet a group of individual ants would never survive forever on their own. They would grow sick and die, one by one. No, for a colony to flourish, they needed a queen...

The air grew sticky-sweet with the scent of sugar, foodstuffs. The reporter's mandibles clacked, but her pace quickened. So much of her human self gone now. Soft brown chitin covered her lithe body. Even her breasts, emphasized by the ekoskeleton that grew up around her midsection. Deep inside, more changes. Her womb and ovaries shifted in anticipation.

The giant ants around her...they were all female, but sterile. They needed a male. Someone to fertilize their new queen.

Lois Lane would not know of how the giant ants had burst through the streets. Why they picked this one male. Perhaps it was her own silent desires, communicated to the hive, that guided them. Perhaps it was his own innate gentleness that made him follow them...or something else? Pheromones, perhaps. Some of her DNA was Kryptonian, after all. Maybe there was some scent, some instinct that drew him down here...into the breeding chamber...

The drones fell back as Lois crawled forward on hands and knees. The soft pads of her fingers explored the S-shield on that broad chest. Felt the heat that thundered benath. Her mandibles clacked. Antennae waved. He was so warm...so soft. Her body curled up against his...

Not all of him was soft. Lois Lane smiled. As it was, her fingers slid down to his pants. Pulled away the silly cloth, to release the hard phallus...and as it did so, the carapace shell that protected her pussy pulled open...and she felt her hot juice drip on him, a moment before she lowered herself onto him.

Her mandibles opened wide...and then she felt his mouth on hers, his tongue inside of her.

Throughout the hive, a chitter went up. Celebration. Triumph. Continuity.

They loved her. She loved him.

As the former reporter's ass rose and fell, a part of her wondered if the changes were permanent. Red kryptonite normally only lasted for 24-48 hours. Would she revert? Lois Lane didn't know. Or care. Right now, all she knew was that she was the queen of this hive...and this was her mate.