End: Blaze Sees Lois Lane As A Pig

The woman—if she was a woman—called Blaze narrowed her eyes. Lois Lane, caught in the petplay gear, felt the strange piercing gaze on her. The reporter didn't flinch, but she did hope, for the first time, that Circe's illusion held up. That this person, whoever she really was, could not uncover her true identity.

I'm a pig, I'm a pig, Lois thought desperately, as if that would reinforce the illusion. Oink oink oink. Oink?

It was stupid, and Lois knew it. Yet Lois felt cold fear as she stared into those eyes. For a brief moment, Blaze's image flickered, and those eyes were formless white depths without limit, with no pupil or iris.

Then the moment passed.

"What the hell is a pig doing here?" Blaze wondered aloud. Then she shook her head as if to clear it. "Whatever. Get rid of it. We can't have an actual animal in a bordello. I'm not going to be the stablemaster for every pervert of that stripe in Metropolis."

Which is how, much to her chagrin, Lois Lane found one of the ladies going off-duty attach a dog collar and leash around her neck, to lead the reporter outside.

The air was cold on Lois Lane's skin, and she shivered as her breasts swung exposed in the night air. Her arms and legs hurt; the trotters she wore weren't designed for long walks on hard cement, and the plug in her ass ached. The reporter blushed as she struggled to keep up with the young woman in the trenchcoat—Tammy—who coaxed her along.

Where they were going, Lois had no idea. Tammy, who had cornsilk hair and a soft Midwest accent, scratched the back of Lois Lane's neck and the back of her ears. She was young, Lois realized; barely out of highschool. How she had ended up here, in Metropolis, working in a brothel...there was a story there, and the reporter wanted to know it.

"It's okay, piggy," Tammy said. "I've got a friend—sort of a friend—I knew him back home. Back in Kansas. It's strange how I miss it. When I left, I couldn't wait to get away to see the big city. Now...well, at least I get all the pussy I want. Not easy being the only lesbian in Smallville, you know. Of course, now I have to suck dick just to make rent..."

"Oink?" Lois actually said the word, and felt acutely embarrassed, but Tammy apparently heard a piggy grunt.

"You'd like Smallville. Folks are nice there. Find you a big stud, get you a lot of piglets..."

"Oink!" Lois said, and shivered as she remembered what had happened to Circe. What was it with people and trying to knock her up?

Still. Smallville. How many people from that small Kansas town could have come to Metropolis? Lois allowed herself to hope that they were headed where she thought they were.

The reporter tugged at her leash as they parked outside of Clark Kent's apartment building. She ignored the pain in elbow and ankle as she climbed the steps. Her tail wagged as her ass shifted back and forth. This was the best glutes workout she'd ever had, and the reporter's entire body ached...but when they stopped at Clark's door, and the blonde rang the bell...

"Tamatha!" Clark said with a smile, then looked down. "Who's this?"

Lois raised her head, and Clark's fingers scratched under her chin. For a moment, Lois was glad that Clark couldn't see her as she was. With the nose-hooks in place, the reporter was pretty sure he could have stared straight up into her brain.

Tammy and Clark talked. Lois was free to wander around his apartment...which she did, with a particular eye toward how she could get out of her predicament. She was pretty sure that if she could just get out of the bondage gear, the spell would end...maybe...

Clark agreed to look after "the pig." Tammy gave Lois a pet and said goodbye. The reporter stared into those eyes and promised to herself to help the young woman, if she ever got out of this.

As soon as the door closed, however, Clark Kent's smile died. He turned and frowned at Lois Lane, and that hard stare reminded her of Blaze's, only his blue eyes seemed to pierce straight through her.

"You look like a pig," he said. "But I've been around pigs all my life. You don't act like a pig. And when I look close, things don't look...right. Or I should say, they look too much like they should. No scars, no brands or marks, not a hair out of place. You should be a quivering, scared mess. But you're not, are you?"

Lois hadn't expected this. She looked around, **** to see if there was some way she could portray her intelligence...and finally trotted up to him and tapped his shoe with her left trotter.

Tap tap tap. A pause. Ta-ap. Ta-ap. Ta-ap. Another pause. Tap tap tap.

"Now how would a pig know Morse code?" he said. "Okay, you have my attention..."

It took a lot of tapping. Lois made a few mistakes, but Clark, bless him, seemed to understand. Which is how, near dawn, he finally figured out to pick up the phone and call a particular number in Las Vegas.

".noisulli lepsiD" Zatanna Zatara spoke. The magician, in her top hat and fishnet stockings, had teleported over from Vegas. A few moments of conversation with Clark was enough to get her to try a spell or two. Lois stood there, shaking with fatigue and excitement, not sure how she would know whether or not the spell had worked.

Then Clark's face turned red and he immediately looked away. Zatanna grinned wickedly.

"Lois Lane!" She said. "What have you been up to tonight?"

The reporter sighed in relief.

"Maybe I should leave you like that. I'll be Clark likes it. You could give him a reward! I'll bet all the boys in Smallville have a pretty little sow as their first girlfriend..."

"Zatanna, please," Clark said. "She looks uncomfortable, let's just...get her out of this."

He knelt down, and his face was crimson with embarrassment as he pulled off the trotters and nose hooks with impressive strength. Until in a moment the naked reporter was normal...except for the massive tail plug.

"I can do that one myself," Lois said, still on her hands and knees.

"It's really wedged in there," Zatanna observed, still grinning wickedly. "Anyway, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. A naked woman in your apartment, Clark Kent? What would your mother say?"

The sorceress was still laughing as she intoned ".emoh tropeleT" and disappeared.

"Witch," Lois hissed...and then half-collapsed as she tried to stand. Clark was there in an instant and caught her.

"You're still a bit weak," he said. "Here, let me...get you set up with a bath. I've got some clothes you can wear. They're a bit baggy, but..."

Maybe it had just been the ordeal. Or the way the dawning sun accentuated his jawline. Or how her tired, naked body felt in his big strong arms. Or maybe just Zatanna's relentless teasing. All of these together, maybe, but Lois felt a sudden...possibility.

"You know, Smallville," she said. "Maybe I could use your help...getting that plug out. If you don't mind."

"Of course not, Lois," he said, and she felt a sudden bulge as his crotch rubbed against her ass. "Whatever you need."

Where that led...well, that's another story. Lois Lane's night out was over.