End: Suit Up For Action

In her career as a journalist, Lois Lane had done many things. Not all of which she was proud of, a few of which she would rather forget—going undercover among the underwear models, testing out LexCorp's SmartBra, the week at the nudist resort tracking down the diamond-smuggler ring—but now, the naked reporter dug through her closet for one particular box...

There had been a prostitution ring at Ringling Bros. Lois Lane pulled out the brightly-colored pants, with the discrete slit that could be pulled aside—the men and women that whored around the big top hadn't work underwear beneath—the big fake foam tits, the suspenders and puffy shirt, gloves, little hat, the curly red wig...and the nose, the big shoes, the horn...

Supergirl sat on the bed, watching in awe as Lois quicly did her makeup. She didn't have full white face, but she could make do with exaggerated lips, rings around the eyes. The newborn clown left Excalibur in place, the great metal prong sticking out of her pants added to the overall comical effect.

Until in a very short time, a figure out of Ronald McDonald's wet dreams stood before the Maid of Might, hips thrust forward, waggling the strap-on.

"Call me...Loosey Goosey!" She proclaimed, as theatrically as she could.

Kara brought her hands up over her mouth, blue eyes wide.

"What's the difference between kinky and perverted? Kinky is when you tickle your girlfriend with a feather, perverted is when you use the whole bird."

HONK HONK.

Supergirl's nipples could cut glass. Lois saw the flush creep over her features. Behind her hands, the reporter could tell the young woman was smiling.

"A naked man broke into a church. The police chased him around and finally caught him by the organ."

HONK HONK.

Kara groaned. The reporter slid onto the bed and poked Excalibur at her stomach.

"Why does a mermaid wear seashells? Because she outgrew her B-shells!"

HONK HONK.

"No!" Kara began to giggle. Light as a feather, Lois knocked the young woman onto her back, and lined up the big metal pole with her pussy. A dribble of fresh lube wouldn't hurt, though the pink puss looked wet enough for Lois.

"What do you call the lesbian version of a cock block? A beaver dam!"

HONK HO—

Supergirl grabbed Lois and pulled her inside of her. Their lips mashed, the facepaint smearing onto both of them. Lois's big fake breasts were crushed against the tiny tits of the Maid of Might, whose tongue pushed past the reporter's teeth, the round nose on the clown's face "booping" when it smacked into Supergirl's own.

It was working for her, and that was all that Lois cared about.

They rolled over, the young woman on top, riding that metal prick. Every time she slammed down, the bladder in Lois's pants let loose with a sound like a dry fart, and the young woman howled in ecstasy at this strange and terrible fantasy finally fulfilled...and there were no more jokes now, as Lois struggled to hold on, each plunge of the superhuman pussy driving the base of Excalibur into her groin, and the reporter could only grimace and hope she could hold out until...

"Ah...Ah...AHHHHHHH!"

Supergirl's whole body tensed as she experienced, for the first time, a true orgasm...her face smeared with makeup, hands clutching Lois Lane's shoulder's painfully, the metal prong clutched in the most powerful vagina on the planet...and then she came down to lay on top of Lois, panting in utter contentment.

"Do you know any other jokes?" Kara said, her hot, tight body pinning Lois to the bed.

"A pair of womwn started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes, one woman finally gets up and says, 'Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!' The other woman says, 'Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!'"

Kara chuckled.

"Keep that up," Supergirl promised, "and maybe I'll eat you."

Before Lois could think up a witty rejoinder, the young heroine sealed her lips with a kiss...and Lois Lane had never seen that coming, nor ever imagined that her night out might end like this.

As for the missing women...the demon Blaze...well, Lois Lane and Supergirl would deal with all of that, some other night, some other story.