End: Superman Hears Them

Smilodons, it turned out, could roar.

In the back of every human's brain was a small cluster of neurons. One that sent a spark of pure fear down their spines when they heard a certain sound, that made them freeze in place, unable to even breathe. The ancestors who had developed that cluster of neurons had survived while those who didn't—who had made a sound, who had moved, who had done everything except be as still and quiet as possible when they heard the roar of the smilodon—did not. Through hundreds of generations, that little anatomical feature had remained in place. Even as the smilodons had died out.

Until now.

Now, a roar not heard in ten thousand years echoed through the dark streets of Metropolis...and every human being froze in place. Babies ceased crying. Men and women in the throes of lovemaking clung to one another like corpses. A prostitute on her knees in the alley went still, as jizz slowly dripped down her chin, unable to bring herself to move. Traffic came to a sudden halt. As if the angel of **** passed over them, and they waited to see who had been struck down.

Of course, there were never any smilodons on Krypton.

Superman dove out of the sky. He saw the massive furry thighs criss-crossed over Cheetah's back. The feline villain was trapped, almost elbow-deep in the cavernous cunt of the sabertoothed giant whose hips humped her face with blind lust, tongue lolling out between her massive incisors.

Until the violet eyes focused on the caped figure that hovered overhead, framed by the full moon.

"Sssuuuppeeerrrmaaaannn..." Lois Lane rumbled.

One perfect black eyebrow rose. X-ray and microscopic vision explored the giant's DNA.

"Lois Lane?"

"We're calling it house arrest," Green Lantern said, as he snapped the ankle bracelet in place. "Until we can figure out how to reverse the transformation, you're going to act as Lois Lane's personal assistant and nurse."

Cheetah frowned. The ankle ring was pure green, like jade, without any obvious lock or even seam. The villain knew she'd have to take her foot off to remove it..and the second she thought that, it extended into a green boot.

"Same technology as my power ring," the Latina Green Lantern said. "It responds to your thoughts. If you try to remove it, it will fight you."

The catwoman's shoulders slumped. The green boot vanished, once more the jade anklet.

"Be grateful we're not sending you to a science cell on Oa—or worse," Batman said. Lois Lane's new apartment was crowded with costumed heroes; the huge sabertoothed reporter was too big for her old one, and a sizable portion of the Justice League had been enlisted to relocate all of Lois Lane's household goods and personal belongings to a place with fifteen-foot ceilings, a king-sized bed, and a steel-alloy toilet.

Lois was seated on the bed, violet eyes fixed on first Superman and then Wonder Woman, answering them in single, slurred syllables.

"It was part of my research," Cheetah said, as her tail lashed. "I can help."

"You will," Batman said. "But Lois specifically requested you not go to jail. She wants you...close."

There was no smirk, no hint of reproval. Yet Cheetah's fur flattened and she winced. Lois Lane's pussy juice was still drying on her forearms. They had only given them one bed. Cheetah hadn't just been elected as Lois Lane's normal-sized pair of hands...she was supposed to be the reporter's personal sex kitten.

Cheetah hated how her heart sped up when she thought that.

By dawn, everything was ready. Cheetah was exhausted as she wandered through Lois' new home away from home and Cheetah's new prison. Full of strange smells. Unfamiliar bits and pieces. Lois Lane's Pulitzer on the wall. Pictures of her sister and father. Framed front pages. A messy shelf of books. Batman had even stocked the cabinets in the kitchen with food; they wouldn't need to go shopping for a week.

Silent as a cat, Lois Lane pounced on Cheetah and lifted her into the air. That huge pink tongue slid up the side of the catwoman's face, and Lois gave that coughing sound, which was her version of a chuckle.

"Bed. Barrr-barr-aaa. Bed." Lois Lane said, as she physically carried the villain toward the massive mattress.

I hope, Cheetah thought, as Lois Lane's strange night out came to an end, that they remembered to soundproof this place.