End: Lois Needs To Fly

Maria was standing before the door. Lois Lane's wings flicked out, and the barmaid screamed and collapsed as her thighbones shattered. The naked reporter stepped over her. The walls were close...far too close...she needed air, needed to escape...

It became almost a mania as Lois sought the exit. Once or twice, someone got in her way, and the reporter flattened them with a single buffet. yet the hallways and rooms were always so cramped, they didn't let her stretch out, didn't let her...

...then Lois stepped into the night, into a filthy alley behind the club. Somewhere a siren wailed, an alarm blared. Lois raised her face toward the moon and unfurled her great black wings. A leap, a downward thrust, and she was in the air. Wings beating madly those first few moments as she fought to gain altitude, fought against gravity, body instinctively shifting to lower the drag...and then she was above the rooftops, and just soaring.

Around Metropolis, reports began to come in of a naked, winged woman abroad in the night.

Lois laughed at the wind in her face. Nipples hard against the cold. It seemed as if every breeze was a caress, and she flapped and swooped and soared, seldom looking down...and then, she was vaguely aware of a disturbance in the wind, of a body moving toward her through the air.

Superman came up to her in the night, and Lois smiled. He kept pace with her, facing her, as she twisted and turned...and he smiled back as they went through an aerial ballet. Closer and closer he came, until he was only inches from her...and then on instinct Lois latched on, and their lips met.

She didn't remember much of that night out. Lex Luthor's **** worked well, so that her memory was a vague blackness, impenetrable to her. Yet she found herself on top of the Daily Planet building, Superman's cape wrapped around her naked form like a sarong, her wings unfolded, her new nipple and clit piercings freezing in the morning cold...and when he came to her from behind and wrapped his arms around her, and she felt the soreness in her ass, she knew that last night had been special.

"We really should get you checked out by a doctor," Superman said.

Lois nodded, her hands behind her back, already fumbling with his red shorts.

"Maybe after one more time," she said.

Which is how Lois Lane came to be on all fours, wings spread, as Superman gently squeezed his cock into her ass...and Lois Lane, not able to remember how she had gotten to this point, took some consolation in the fact that after all, things could have turned out much worse.