End: Lois Lane Loves Supergirl

Bleary eyes opened. A blonde haze came into view...and resolved into a familiar face. A young woman who looked like she'd stepped straight off the farm. Hair the color of straw, a smattering of freckles, blue eyes like the sky over Kansas, that Lois Lane could just get lost in. Not a hint of makeup, but she didn't need it; her skin was clean and fresh as if she'd just stepped out of the shower, and her lips were moving...

"Lois? How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Lois tried a smile. "How are you doing, sexy?"

The reporter's brow furrowed as her brain processed what she had just said.

"I'm sorry," Lois said. "I don't know why that came out, I just...oh, your skin's so smooth..."

Unconsciously, the reporter's hand had slid around Supergirl's. The Kryptonian gave her a wan smile.

Blinking, Lois **** herself to look around the room. They weren't in a hospital. If anything, it looked like some kind of high-tech laboratory. She was laying on a table as a robotic arm swept over her naked body, a green light scanning over her. Beyond Supergirl, Lois could see banks of equipment in institutional beige and black plastic, some of them finished in chrome and stainless steel, stickers labeling various kinds of warnings from high electricity to radioactivity.

"S.T.A.R. Labs," the reporter said, recognizing a few of the characteristic logo on some of the equipment. "What happened? Did I..."

Lois Lane's eyes went wide as memories came back to her.

"It's okay," Supergirl said, and she didn't try to remove her hand from Lois Lane's own. "I brought you here...after. You didn't look badly hurt, but they wanted to run some tests."

"I hurt you." The naked whispered.

"Every girl who becomes a woman gets hurt that way," Supergirl said, with a strange smile. "It wasn't how I planned it, but I'll be fine."

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Lois said...and then frowned again as she realized what she'd said. "Great Caesar's Ghost, I'm so sorry Kara, I don't...it just came out..."

"It isn't your fault," a woman's voice broke in. The reporter turned her head to see a familiar face: Dr. Kitty Faulkner, the director of S.T.A.R. Labs in Metropolis. The mousy-looking woman was dressed in loose-fitting, baggy clothes, with a white lab coat on overtop, and was reading something from a tablet. "We've got the results in from the tests."

"What's wrong with me?" Lois asked.

"You've been dosed with—well, lots of things. A full mad scientist cocktail. Some sort of retrovirus that inserted a temporary graft of Kryptonian DNA, a red Kryptonite radiation-triggered mutagenic effect, and a nanite payload that penetrated your brain. Most of which appears to be undoing itself: you'll probably have a fever for a few days as your body flushes out the last of the nanites and the virus, and you should get plenty of rest and vitamin D. But that's not the problem."

"What is the problem, Dr. Faulkner?" Supergirl asked.

The doctor pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "We ah...we don't fully know the biological basis for homosexuality. But as near as we can tell...some of the centers of your brain involving sexuality have changed, and those changes aren't reverting. Beyond that, there is some evidence of changes like those we see in the brains of inmates subject to re-education programs, brainwashing, that kind of thing."

Lois Lane shook her head. "English, doc."

"Put it this way: How do you feel at the thought of eating Supergirl's pussy?"

The reporter's cheeks flushed. A damp wetness spread immediately between her legs, nipples growing erect immediately. Lois Lane's hand clenched Supergirl's harder and she opened her mouth to say something...only to find that she was panting and salivating, picturing herself burying her tongue in that perfect pussy.

Dr. Faulkner coughed. Supergirl looked from the reporter to the doctor and back again.

"What? I don't get it..."

"She's queer for you," Faulkner said. "Lois might literally be bisexual now, or at least a couple steps further down the Kinsey Scale, but she has been very keenly programmed to be sexually responsive to you. That's the reason for her **** 'slips.' It's not that she's flirting with you, it's that she can't help herself."

"Can you..." Supergirl blinked, stopped, licked her lips. "Help her? I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay, but I don't want her...um...sexual programming to impair her personal and professional life."

Dr. Faulkner shook her head. "We can monitor her neurochemistry but...we don't have access to the level of technology of whoever did this. A psychiatrist might be able to help with the impulse-control, but otherwise..."

She shrugged. It was an eloquent shrug.

"Of course, it's only a problem if the sexual desires aren't reciprocated."

Supergirl blushed. Dr. Faulkner smiled. It was Lois Lane's turn to look confused.

"You're both over eighteen, and homosexual relationships aren't illegal in Metropolis. Am I right in saying that your concern for Lois Lane's wellbeing goes beyond mere humanitarian interest?" The doctor asked Supergirl.

Lois stared at the Kryptonian, who refused to meet the doctor's eye...but who nodded, shyly.

"Then I think you two have a few things to work out. Miss Lane, I've got some spare clothes you can borrow, so I'll just go fetch those. Be back in a few minutes."

She was gone. Lois stared at Kara.

"You...like me?" Lois asked.

"I..." Kara chewed the thought. "Yes. I mean, I've always been sort of attracted to women. But I never did anything about it, and I always thought you and cousin Kal..."

"We're not together," Lois said quickly, and sat up on the table. "I mean he's rescued me a bunch of times, but we never..."

They looked down to where they were both holding hands.

"Do you want to try it?" Lois Lane asked. "I mean, it doesn't all have to be sex. Whatever you're comfortable with. We can date. Netflix and chill. I really do want to taste your pussy."

The reporter blushed to the tips of her ears, but once the dam was breached, she was unable to stop the deluge of words.

"I don't just want to eat your pussy though. I want to explore every part of you with my tongue, my lips. Kiss behind your ears as I fuck your pussy with my fingers. Watch you writhe in orgasm by dawn and moonlight. Feel your thighs squiver as I drive my fingers up your cunt and ass at the same time. Be the last face you see at night, and the first in the morning. I want to clean your pussy after you take a piss, I..."

Supergirl silenced her with one finger against the reporter's lips.

"I...want some of those things too," Kara said. Her chest heaved. "Not all tonight, but...it's not like I'm a virgin anymore. So why don't we get you home and...see what happens?"

So they did.