End: Fight Until One Submits

Snarls. Teeth bared, jaws snapped at one another. Dark claws swiped, caught black fur. The wolfwoman moved by instinct, combat reflexes mingled with bestial desire to rip and tear... In the control room Mercy Graves watched with fascination at their speed as the two figures rolled around the room. The wolfman was bigger, stronger, faster, but the wolfwoman knew how to fight, always seemed to shift her body out of the way before his claws or fangs could connect...and when her own palm slammed into the wolfman's snout, his head snapped back in sudden pain.

"I don't understand," a technician said. "Alpha subject should be...well, invulnerable. Faster than a speeding bullet. Even if the transformation denies him the mental acuity to fully utilize his powers..."

Mercy smirked. "You're assuming he wants to win."

The blue-eyed wolfman snorted, shook his head—but Lois was on him. Her right leg hooked behind his knee and she threw herself against his upper body and the wolfman collapsed onto his back, the wolfwoman on top. Her jaws gaped wide and gripped his throat...and the big manwolf beneath her went suddenly limp, ears folded down.

Lois Lane issued a very different kind of growl, deep in her throat. Her tail wagged slowly in the air. She released his throat and let a long pink tongue emerge to lick the wolfman's face. Her slim, furred body pressed against his...and she felt the hairless, swollen red cock that pressed against her buttocks.

The reporter's jaws nipped at his chest as she backed her ass up. Straightened her legs to raise her backside until the pointed tip of that canine cock teased her furry slit. One long pink tongue licked a stiff nipple on his broad-muscled, furry chest...and some dim part of the reporter recognized that he had nipples that ran down his torso, just as she had. Of course, only she had tits...to feed the puppies...

Her tongue lolled out of Lois Lane's mouth as she lowered her canine quim onto that steel-hard shaft. The big wolfman beneath her quivered as the tip of his prick was swallowed. His claws scratched furrows in the white floor...and then his head turned, red light and heat flared from those blue eyes...and within a second, every camera in the room exploded.

"Shit!" Mercy Graves said. "We're blind. What about audio?"

"Microphones are dead..." the technician stabbed at his board. "None of my instruments are online. We're not just blind, we're deaf and dumb, too."

"Fuck. Okay, green protocol. Hit them..." Mercy Graves flipped a clear lid off of a big green button.

Then the room shook.

"The fu..." She stabbed down at the button. "Get a team in there now!"

It was a testament to LexCorp security's efficiency that they had breached the White Room in sixty seconds. The room was dark, save for the sparks of broken electrical wires...and the moonlight that shone through the hole in the ceiling.

A helmeted LexCorp security guard craned his neck to stare up through the hole, that went straight through to the outside...and there, for a moment, against the moon, he saw two furry forms grappled together. Then it was gone, save for a long, urgent howl...

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In the forest outside of Metropolis' suburbs, Lois Lane woke up just before dawn. Immediately, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter knew something was wrong. A hairy arm was wrapped protectively around her naked body. The heat from his body was like noon beneath a summer sun. The slightly doggy smell of his fur wasn't unpleasant...but her cunt!

The reporter reached down between her legs. It felt weird to have just the two nipples again, to not be able to smell or hear as sharply as before. No doubt whatever Lex Luthor had done to her that made her susceptible to red kryptonite had worn off, while her lover...a real Kryptonian...was still subject to its effects for a few more hours. But what worried the reporter was down between her legs.

Her fingers traced the taut, swollen labia...and crammed into it, the hairless cock. A bulge, as thick and hard as a ripe apple, was sealed inside of her cunny. The reporter tried to pull her pussy lips wide so that she could ease herself off of the swollen mass...her bladder burned with a **** need to pee...but any effort to pull herself off of it only resulted in pain. Lois grimaced and paused.

There was nothing to do except wait for the knot to go down.

Then a long, wet tongue licked her ear. A paw-like hand enveloped and gently squeezed the reporter's right breast. She half-turned and stared into those blue eyes. Wondered how much of him was in there...and then his tail began to wag, his muzzle split into a grin, and his hips began to move.

"Oh...Supes!" She moaned as his knot began to move inside of her. "You animal!"

She grimaced in pain...but it wasn't just pain. The tip of his cock gouged against her tunnel...and there was a warm heat there. The reporter bit her lip as he began to exert more strength. If the knot actually popped out, the reporter knew, it might ruin her pussy...but that was a price the reporter knew she might be willing to pay, for a night out like that.