End: Lois Is Buttchugging The Wine of the Gods, And Becomes A Semi-Divine Creature

Lois Lane hiccuped. The world spun around her, faster and faster. Her guts boiled...but she didn't feel sick. If anything, she felt...alive. Strangely, almost painfully aware. It was like being drunk and sober at the same time, each sense sharper, and yet with a surreal sense of unreality to it. She could pick out each grain of sand on the beach, and yet through the sand she could see the hard cement floor. Smell the sweat and dripping cunt of Circe through the sea-tang of the air and the strangely-spiced wine that sat in the goblet and churned through her ass. Hear the crackle of electricity down her spine, the rush of blood in her veins....

...and then Circe laid her hands on Lois Lane's heels and began, very softly, to sing an old, old song in a language which Lois didn't know...but whose words were achingly familiar, as though she had once known and had forgotten them.

Where Circe's hand touched, the slim, pale ankles shifted. Bones grew like the vines of wine, grafted by a master. The small pink toes drew together, shrank, merged as the small nails thickened and grew. The sorceress kept crooning as the wine flowed into Lois Lane's body, the burning essence that seemed to flood Lois Lane's very body...and when Circe's hands slid up from the well-formed little hooves, Lois could feel other changes already taking place within her body.

As the hands slid upwards, black fur, thick and shagged, grew out on the drunk woman's lower legs and well-shaped calves. Her thighs shuddered and thickened with new muscle as Lois hiccuped again, her spine popping...her ass burned around the plug as Circe's hands slip up over her hips, that twisted around her as the dark fur rose up to cover them, her pussy bloated and thickened, until it stood out animalistic and wet among the thick tangle of her fur. A thumb brushed the base of her spine and a small, black tail like that of a goat pulled away and began to wag.

Ambrosia flowed through Lois Lane's veins, and her senses expanded, until she could see through the illusions that Circe had laid upon this small part of the brothel...aye, illusions and things that were not illusion, but other layers of reality, sidereal to the world Lois had always known, waiting there for her but which she had been blind to all her life.

Circe cupped the reporter's breasts, squeezed, and Lois gave out an animalistic ululation as they swelled to fill her hands, the nipples darkening and thickening, to hang pendulously on her form. The brand above her cunny burned, the dark hair on Lois' head stretched out over her shoulders in wild ringlets...terrible strength seemed to flow into her limbs, superhuman, the strength of the immortals flowing into Lois from her ass, blossoming inside of her like a tree.

The sorceress' hands closed over Lois' eyes. Darkness hid the beach, the ocean, the world from her eyes...but somehow Lois could see more in the darkness than she ever had before. Shadows waited there, shadows with form and mass and strange colors of midnight, worlds beyond worlds...and when Circe pulled her hands away they were no longer in the brothel at all. They lay on a beach beneath a Mediterranean sun...and the new faun stared out at the eyes with vivid violet eyes, and the strange pupils of a goat.

A smell caught Lois' attention. She turned to stare inland...and strange female forms peeked out at her, from the wood that ran almost down to the see. Half-women, naked and cautious, wild and free and...

Circe slapped Lois on the flank. She pulled the hose from the reporter's butt, the cheeks clenching to hold in as much of the divine liquor as possible.

"Go. Go play. Sate your lusts with each other for a while. Taste strange cunny, run through the woods. I will join you, by and by..."

She didn't have to tell Lois twice.

Awkward as a newborn foal, but with increasing confidence, Lois' hoofs kicked up sand as she raced toward the woods where her sisters waited to greet her...and Circe smiled as an artist will who has crafted a masterpiece...and by and by, would cast her eyes on it again and again, enjoying it in ever light.

So it was, Lois Lane's night out was her last night as a mortal...and her first step to a wider world than she had ever imagined, a carnal world of beauty and lust, with all the strange games and dramas that gods may play...and perhaps in time she would draw the eye of one of those gods; but that is another story...