End: Lois Explains It All

Lois Lane started talking...and she didn't stop. It surprised herself how easy it was to talk to Cheetah, who licked the pussy-juice off of her chin and lips, but never blinked, just stared at Lois with those great yellow eyes with the slit pupils.

"...so I guess my pussy is cursed?" Lois finished, somewhat lamely she thought.

"Hurrrr..." The cat-woman's hmm turned into a kind of purr. "And if I could help you...get your pussy back to normal, and find these missing women. What would that be worth to you?"

"I'd have your fucking kittens," Lois spurted out.

Cheetah frowned. "That should not be necessary. But I think maybe we could be...friends with benefits? Fuckbuddies. I like your pussy, you lick mine."

Lois let out a breath. "Okay. I mean, I didn't think I was really into girls, before tonight, but...okay, if you can do that, I'll do my best."

"Good," Cheetah smiled and slunk away from the bed...and Lois saw her slink toward a phone on the wall. The cat-woman tossed her head and looked over her shoulder. "Stay just like that. Don't close your legs. In fact, finger yourself. See if you can still get wet."

The reporter frowned...but the villain had said it with such absolute confidence that the reporter found herself with her legs still spread, knees up, her left hand down and touching her numb pussy.

It was wet, which surprised Lois. She'd sort of expected that because she couldn't feel any pleasure or pain down there that her pussy wasn't working...but she could feel the moist wetness of her tunnel, as her finger slid in and out of the soft, hot, tight little hole. It was a supremely weird experience, to feel herself in that way...and all the while she kept half an ear on Cheetah's quiet voice as she made her calls.

They went on for what felt like forever, although it was probably no more than an hour...Lois wasn't sure it was possible to get bored masturbating, but when you couldn't receive any pleasure from it, there was a certain mechanical monotony to the whole thing...like exercise. She could feel her face flush, her body heat up...even her nipples got hard. Eventually she slipped a second finger into her pussy, more out of lack of anything else to do. She found herself staring at Cheetah's furry ass, watch the tail move back and forth...and then raise up, almost erect as the cat-woman's voice got angry, and Lois caught a flash of a pink pussy and a small, puckered asshole...

A pins-and-needles sensation encompassed the reporter's entire crotch. Sudden sharp pain hit the inside of the reporter's skull, just behind her forehead, like an ice-cream headache. Then...

"Ah!" Lois gasped as sensation came back to her poor pussy. She stared down at her crotch, and experienced a weird moment of cognitive dissonance, as if she was seeing two pussies...one branded with Circe's name, pierced, tattooed, stretched out...and another tight and clean and unmarred...and then the first image faded, and she was simply seeing, and feeling, her own fingers in her own pussy.

It felt good.

Cheetah slunk back toward the bed, looking like the cat that got the cream.

"I had to burn a few favors," the cat-woman said. "But the witch decided to let you go...and the owner of this establishment has agreed to let you interview those women you're looking for, after they finish their shifts...provided you agree to keep the location of this establishment a secret."

Lois frowned...but she'd made worse deals, to get a scoop. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, watching the clear goo drip from her fingers.

"Thank you," the reporter said, and meant it.

Cheetah leaned over. Her tongue ran over the reporter's fingers...the top rough as sandpaper, the little hooks scraping at the skin. The bottom soft and wet.

With easy agility, Cheetah clambered over the reporter. Her tail was raised high, exposing her own damp pussy, amid the fine downy pale hair along her crotch.

"Sssso..." the cat-woman said. "Friends?"

"With benefits," Lois said, steeling herself for what she'd agreed on. "You've done for me, so now..."

The reporter pressed her face close. The smell clung to Cheetah's fur, but the heat was palpable. Lois stretched out her tongue and began to trace that slit. Slowly at first, hesitatingly, and then with increasing confidence as she felt and heard the deep, rumbling purr in Cheetah's chest.

Then she felt the brush of fur against her thighs. A hot, wet breath on her cunny...and sudden apprehension ran through the reporter as she thought of what the cat-woman's rough tongue would feel like on her sensitive puss.

"We do for each other," Cheetah rumbled...and Lois gave a little sigh as she felt the soft bottom of the tongue run against her clit.

Which was how Lois Lane's night ended, learning to eat this pussy's pussy...and wondering at the strange, terrible circumstances that had led her to becoming friends-with-benefits with this felonious feline. Some day, Lois knew, that would bite her in the ass...Cheetah often sparred with Wonder Woman, robbed banks, was probably a wanted criminal...but for right now?

Their cunts were wet, and hot. They moved together, moans and purrs mingling together in a strange duet. Time enough to get to know each other better and better...