End: Lois Lane Is Cockblocked

"What'sss a four-letter word that endsss in 'k' and means 'intercourssse'?"

Maria's eyes shone, a curious smile on her face. The futasphinx froze, half a heartbeat from driving her cock into that sweet snatch up to the hilt. With a growl, Lois Lane began to answer "Fu—"

"Talk," Maria interjected with triumph—and the reporter found she could not move. Every muscle locked in place. The gynosphinx wiggled beneath the reporter, her pussy brushed the stiff dick that throbbed in the air—but Lois couldn't move. She quivered in frustration, cockblocked at the very moment of penetration.

"I come in a lot of different sssizesss. Sssometimesss, I drip a little. If you blow me, it feelsss really good. What am I?" Maria hissed. Her tail slid up between the reporter's legs, to wrap around Lois Lane's own.

The futasphinx hesitated. It was so difficult to think about anything other than that soft, hot labia as it stroked her cock.

"A c-c-cock!" Lois managed to spit out.

"A nosssse," Maria countered, and the reporter groaned, still unable to move.

In the Observation Room

"What is happening?" Mercy Graves said, utterly flummoxed at this change in behavior. "They should be half-way to making some adorable sphinx kittens by now!"

"It seems there is an element we did not anticipate," Lex Luthor said, as he stroked his chin. "In myth, the sphinx would ask riddles. I wonder if this version of kryptonite has that works on our cultural association, or if there's a deeper neurological cause..."

"What can we do?" Mercy said. "I mean, can we give her a hint or something."

Luthor considered the matter gravely.

"No. Let this scenario play out. If Lois Lane cannot answer a riddle, her genes are not worth passing on."

Back With The Sphinxes

So it went, all through the night. Lois Lane could feel the aching need at the base of her prick. Her cock dribbled and drooled onto the ultrasoft fur of Maria's exposed belly. Playfully, the gynosphinx arched her back to rub her breasts against the dugs that dangled from Lois Lane's own torso. Maddened with lust, Lois could barely think—and Maria, playing the ultimate mythological tease, enjoyed her position of power.

"I have a ssstiff ssshaft. My tip penetratesss. I come with a quiver. What am I?"

Their eyes met. Lois Lane felt something then. The tip of her cock had caught on Maria's labia, right below the clit. Like the center of an archery target.

Archery... Lois thought.

"An arrow," the futasphinx purred.

For just a moment, there was an expression of utter astonishment on Maria's face. Her eyes widened. Nostrils flared. Something almost like fear shown in those hazel depths.

Lois Lane plunged her cock home.

There were no more riddles. Just the mad, animal plunge of prick in cunt. The frantic mewl of of a bitch-sphinx in heat. Toes curled, claws popped, the reporter felt Maria's teeth sink her shoulder as the cock plunged deep...deeper...and then...

In the Observation Room

Mercy Graves blushed as she saw the white overflow of cum ooze out from Maria's pussy around the futasphinx's turgid prick. Maria's eyes rolled back into her head, and her tail was twined with Lois Lane's. The swollen testes squeezed and squeezed...and then her still-human lips found Maria's, and the two shared a deep kiss.

"Well Mercy, it seems we'll get some kittens after all," Luthor said, his voice droll. Then his hand came down heavily on Mercy's shoulder. "Of course, we should try and mate her with a human female. To see if the genetics are compatible. We'd need...a volunteer, of course. There would be benefits. A bonus. Generous maternity leave package."

The bodyguard swallowed heavily. She could feel her nipples press stiffly against her bra. Thighs locked together, her pussy a hot mess.

"Would be...have to record the session?" she asked.

"Oh, absolutely. For scientific purposes, of course," Luthor said, his face utterly serious as he stared at the screen.

Hidden sensors in the room measured red kryptonite flux levels, phermone particulates in the air, body temperature. Estimated chance of conception from this copulation alone. In truth, there was some ambiguity in how long the changes to the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would last. They would have to act swiftly.

"You should start reading up on riddles," Luthos said to Mercy, who hadn't officially volunteered yet. But to Luthor, that was a mere formality. "That seemed to really get our stud going."

The two sphinxes lay locked together for long minutes. The reporter panted from her exertions, muscles weary after the long period she remained frozen and unable to move. Maria's demanour had completely changed. She purred softly, and kissed the reporter's face. Utterly lost in an afterglow quite unlike any other she had felt.

Lois Lane had solved her riddle.