End: Lois Likes Being A Lamia

It wasn't ****...at least, it didn't feel that way. More like... self-defense. Yet when the statue cracked and crumbled, the grey pieces continued to break down. Lois Lamia watched, curling her long tail behind her and resting her hips on it, as bit by bit Blaze's statue fell apart...until all that remained on the golden throne was a pile of grey sand.

With a whip-like whisk of her tail, the sand was blown aside.

Now the transformed reporter thought of her life, her situation. Certainly, she could call the Justice League. Between their sorcerers and super-scientists, there was probably some cure for her serpentine condition. Yet as Lois looked down on her smooth-scaled body...the way her abs flowed so naturally down into her lower-half, the odd movements of her scaly "crown"...Lois realized something that surprised her.

She was comfortable like this. Being half-snake suited her.

The reporter ran her hands down her body, exploring...and that was how she found her cloaca, nestled down bellow her belly-button, just a crease between the scaly skin...and as her fingers delved into the crease, like a young woman touching herself for the first time, Lois gasped and stiffened, falling backwards...

Lois had long been aware that male snakes and other reptiles had hemipenes...dual penises. She had not, however, taken the next mental step and realized that meant female snakes had hemiclitores.

Now, the reporter thrashed on the floor, her fingers delving into that vent which had once been where her legs should, rubbing at her twin clits...and even the serpents about her head hissed in pleasure as her tail coiled and uncoiled, hips lifting and thrusting. For a little while, Lois Lane was little more than a mindless monster, self-copulating with a furious, aching need...and when, very soon, her back arched and her tail struck the throne hard enough to shatter it, and Lois let out a primal scream of triumph...she decided that maybe being a lamia had its advantages.

"I don't want to go back," she murmured aloud...and that brought with it its own challenges. Yet Lois Lane was intelligent, and she liked a challenge.

Which is why, scarcely an hour later, a cab pulled up next to the alley that fed off the back of the club. A figure lurched into the back, her entire body covered with a makeshift burka, even her eyes hidden from view by a pair of borrowed sunglasses. The cab driver, who had seen stranger things, didn't even question the woman...who was careful not to meet his gaze in the mirror, and had some sort of a lisp...and when she directed him to pull up to the back of the apartment building, rather than the front, so that she could slide out unseen and into the unguarded freight elevator, he asked no questions.

After all, she paid cash.

Unseen, Lois slithered into her apartment. For a few days, she could work from home...and then she would need to figure out some better way of doing things. A wheelchair, perhaps, would conceal her long tail. Every mirror in the house would have to go, she knew that much; while she wasn't certain her petrifying gaze could be reflected on her, she wished to take no chances. Other than that...

Lois grabbed her laptop and took it into the bedroom. She opened a new page on her browser and entered a search string: "Snake dildoes realistic"...and as the myriad small serpents of her "hair" turned their eyes toward exploring their new nest, Lois Lane lost herself in all the new possibilities this body of hers had to offer.

Her night out had been the end for Lois Lane...but it was only the beginning for Lois Lamia.