End: Purple Sunlight

In all of her years as a reporter, Lois had seen and heard about many of Superman's adventures. She knew more about Kryptonians and how they reacted to different things than most people. The way different kinds of kryptonite affected them, and the different kinds of sunlight from different stars.

Under a red sun, like their native Rao, Kryptonians were powerless.

Under a yellow sun, like the one Earth orbited about, Kryptonians gained superpowers.

Under an orange sun like that which Staryl orbited, Kryptonians had half those powers, but Starylites had the powers of full Kryptonians.

Under a blue sun, Kryptonians gained extra powers...or so Lois Lane had heard.

Purple sunlight, though...the reporter grimaced and wracked her memory as she tried to remember the one time Superman had been under a purple sun. It wasn't red and it wasn't blue, but she seemed to remember that it did...something...

Zod screamed suddenly as his chest bubbled outwards. Facial and body hair fell away as he grabbed at his face, the bones beneath shifted beneath her fingers.

There was a snap of bonds as Faora lurched free of his bonds, a scalpel suddenly in his...or perhaps it was her?...hands. The naked Kryptonian's features were weirdly androgynous, and definite breasts had formed on her chest once again, but between her legs was a very definite cock.

Faora stabbed Zod in the back, and the general grunted in new pain as his...or her...transformation stabilized. The reporter saw in amazement that the formerly masculine general's body was largely feminine, with pouty lips and sizable breasts, but between her legs was the same blood-smeared prick that had just sodomized Faora!

Before Lois or Luma could reach her, the general was on the ground, the mad, naked dickgirl on top of him, the bloody scalpel plunged again and again into the ****'s back.

Luma Lynai's fist struck the mad Kryptonian squarely on the corner of the jaw...and the blow sent the poor dickgirl to crash into the far wall, where she lay still. Zod lay on the floor, bloody and unmoving.

"What...just happened?" Lois asked the blonde.

"Purple sunlight gives Kryptonians certain powers to manifest things. The red kryptonite radiation they were exposed to probably upset their equilibrium, made them focused on hermaphrodites. So that's what they became. They manifested their inner desires and fears," the blonde said.

Lois hauled the wavelength generator while Luma hauled the bodies. There were three stasis pods on the ship, and the Kryptonians went into two of them—cryosleep being the only way they had to secure them for now. They found Ursa, still paralyzed in her lead suit, and Luma hauled her into the third one.

Just like that, the threat had passed...and Lois Lane though of another question.

"If that's what purple sunlight does to Kryptonians, what does it do to you?"

The blonde turned and gave a tight-lipped smile to Lois Lane as she lifted her skirt. There, were a pretty little pussy should have been...and probably still was, beneath the hairless ballsack...was a cock stiffer and harder than any Lois had seen up close in a long time.

"Oh, wow," Lois blinked, unable to take her eyes off of it. "That must hurt!"

"A little," Luma admitted.

"But why do you have a cock? You weren't exposed to the red kryptonite rays..."

Luma took the wavelength generator from the reporter's unresisting hands and set it down. She was close now. So close that Lois could smell the sweat that glistened on her skin. The reporter didn't flinch when the blonde's hands grabbed her hips, and very soon Lois felt that hard cock press against her stomach.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

"You know why," Luma said, confidently.

They left the Kryptonian criminals there, in stasis. Took the wavelength generator back with them, to Luma Lynai's ship.

Cramped. Cosy. A distressing shade of purple as the clothes peeled off. As the reporter sucked hard nipples. Horny as teenagers as they fell into the Starylite's sleep creche. The reporter's toes touched the walls as the swollen, rubbery head of the blonde rubbed up and down her pussy...but Lois was already wet and ready.

The reporter grunted as the cock split her lips. Luma wasn't that big, but she was so stiff...so insistent. Voracious lips found the reporter's neck and kissed hard.

At some point one of them must have hit the gravity controls. The two found themselves adrift, beads of sweat tumbled in zero-g, the frantic slap of cock in cunt threatened to send the reporter flying, but Lois clung to the blonde for dear life as shy strove to find a position where they could thrust back, unwilling to disentangle themselves even for a moment to reset the controls.

Then Lois felt it. The hot spray within, like a gush of boiling water that scalded the mouth of her womb. She clung to the blonde and whimpered and shuddered in pain and ecstasy as the Starylite filled her again and again, each thick rope of virile sperm burst deeper inside of her.

They spun together, in the violet haze of a small spaceship that reeked of sex and ozone.

"You know," Luma Lynai joked. "The reason they made the wavelength generator was so that I could travel to Earth and its yellow sun safely...to seek a mate. It was just my luck that they dosed you with Kryptonian pheromones. You still smell incredible..."

"Yeah...just our luck," Lois said with a little giggle.

This had been her best night out in ages.