End: Luma Lynai Feigns Surrender

The blonde bit her lip. Her whole body tensed, caught in the coils of the Kryptonian bidet. She stared at the two Kryptonian criminals with tears in her eyes, defiance written in every feature of her face...and then all the tension dropped out of her frame. Her shoulders drooped, her head sagged, chin almost to her breast, eyes lowered to the black-gloved hand half-buried in her muff.

"What would you have me do?" the Starylite asked, her voice nearly a whisper.

Ursa sneered down at her captive. Lois Lane looked on in horror as the Kryptonian woman stood, and her gloved hand emerged dripping from Luma Lynai's twat.

There was a rip, as of velcro, and the crotch of Ursa's Kryptonian costume fell away to reveal her bald pussy.

"Kiss my Kryptonian cunt, your Starylite filth!" Ursa said. "Show your obedience like a good ****...and you and your Terran pet will live."

The blonde raised her head...and for just a moment, Lois Lane caught a wink from the corner of one of Luma Lynai's eyes. It was the only warning the Starylite could give her.

Not long ago, Lois Lane and the whole world had learned of Superman's new power. The superflare was a discharge of energy from his entire body, something he had described as a primal scream—without the scream. A power only made possible by the years of yellow sunlight that he had absorbed. These two Kryptonian criminals had been trapped in the Phantom Zone too long to develop such a power. However Superwoman—Luma Lynai, chained to a Kryptonian bidet next to her—had been living under an orange sun for years.

So when the blonde's entire body began to glow, Lois Lane shut her eyes as tight as she could, and tried to twist her body on the bidet as much as she was able. Even so, an orange light burned through her eyelids, and there was a sudden burst of heat and **** that tore her off of her mechanical throne.

Lois Lane did not remember much of the rest of the night.

The reporter awoke like a cat, conscious all at once, but without any outward sign. There was a warm, slim hand in her left hand. Lois recognized it immediately as Luma Lynai's. Bandages on her left arm and face, with the kind of residual heat that Lois remembered from bad sunburns as a child. Lois opened her left eye...and Luma was there, the blonde in new clothes but otherwise none the worse for wear. Over her shoulder, Lois could see the looming figure of Superman, and behind him Supergirl and Superboy.

"H-hey there," Lois gave a lopsided smile.

"How are you feeling?" Superman asked.

"Numb. Must mean the **** are working," Lois said. "What happened with the Kryptonian criminals?"

Superman frowned. "Faora and Ursa are in custody. We're holding them under threat of return to the Phantom Zone unless they give up Zod, but he seems to have made good his escape. We're more worried about you."

"How bad is it?" Lois twisted her head down. Her left arm was entirely bandaged, but she lifted and moved it. Could feel the fingers beneath the bandages. There was a dull ache that ran all the way down her left side, even to her leg, and now that she was aware of it a smell like burned ham.

Luma Lynai's thumb rubbed the back of the reporter's hand. "You're not as badly hurt as all that. In fact, you're healing quite fast. That's...part of what we need to talk about."

"We think Zod was trying to make new Kryptonian hybrids. Your drink was spiked with some retrovirus," Supergirl chimed in. "When Superwoman used her superflare power, your cells...they kind of absorbed a lot of it. That shouldn't have happened, but..."

Lois Lane blinked. "I'm...half Kryptonian now?"

"No, Lois," the blonde said. She reached up and undid part of the wrapping, so that a lock of hair on the right side of the reporter's head fell into view. Lois Lane stared at the straight, golden blonde. "You didn't just get some of my energy. You got some of my DNA. You're half Starylite."

For once in her life, Lois Lane was speechless. Superman gave a grim smile.

"I'll leave you two to talk about the rest yourselves. Congratulations, both of you." He said, oddly coldly.

Lois Lane's brow furrowed at this. She looked to Luma for an explanation. The blonde gave a shy grin.

"Um. According to Starylite and Kryptonian customs...we're kind of married."

The reporter's jaw dropped...and she could not tell, just then, whether Luma Lynai was being serious or joking. More to the point, Lois Lane could not tell whether she wanted her to be serious or joking. The idea of being married to another woman had never even crossed her mind before...but she found herself surprisingly less upset at the idea than she thought she would be.

"I know it isn't the Terran way," Luma added. "But we do need to work closely together, as we figure out how your powers work, and..."

Lois Lane shook her head. This night out couldn't get any weirder.

"Just kiss me," the reporter said. "We'll figure the rest out later."

So they did.