End: Escape and then Ravish

The leap of the ape-thing that had been Lois Lane caught Mercy Graves by surprise. Gnarled fingers caught at the chunk of kryptonite and, feet braced against the ceiling, exerted all the superhuman strength of the animalistic frame. The kryptonite came away with a scream of rent metal, and the dark-furred woman fell, twisted in air, and landed on her feet.

No sooner than she hit the floor, Lois-ape was on the move. She slammed into the door, and the impact of that squat, compact body tore it off of its hinges. Still holding the red kryptonite in one hand, Lois swiftly knuckled over to where Maria lay, taken aback by the **** of the transformed reporter's actions.

With one sweep of a hairy arm, the naked young woman was swept up on Lois-ape's hunched shoulders. With a bound on her odd bowed legs, the ape-thing was through the door. Mercy Graves, who had pushed the panic button the moment the door had been breached, met her in the corridor, backed by a squad of armed and armored LexCorp security guards.

"Drop the cunt and the rock, Lane," Graves said, as she extended a cattle prod. "Or I'll stick this up your hairy twat."

The Lois-thing bared her teeth. She let Maria and the kryptonite slip to the floor.

The leap and scream caught Mercy Graves off-guard, even though she had thought herself prepared for it. One rough fist caught Graves' jaw, and carried the bodyguard bowling into the guards behind her. In a confused moment of **** ****, the roaring ape-thing used Mercy Graves as a bludgeon, slamming the woman into her own guards. Bones snapped in the guards' bodies as the transformed reporter flailed her around like a rag doll, all of Mercy's own compact muscle utterly meaningless against the ape-thing's barbaric strength.

They had been prepared to apprehend a human. Lois Lane no longer qualified.

Smears of blood coated wall and floor as Lois-ape gathered Maria and the kryptonite back into her arms. The young woman had fainted, a limp warm weight, and Lois ooked softly at the feel of those tits on her fur...but there would be time for that later.

It was well, perhaps, that Maria was not conscious to see the further **** of Lois Lane's escape. That she could not feel the cool night wind as the former reporter leaped from building to building. Instinct kept her to the shadows, away from bright lights and prying eyes, yet nevertheless there were a few quick onlookers with phones, and another urban legend was born.

Panting and tired, the Lois-ape's gnarled hands finally clutched the rail of her own balcony. She pulled herself and her prizes over the rail, then fumbled at the door. With a sigh of relief, Lois laid the naked young woman on the bed—on her bed—and her eyes drank in the sight of that soft pale flesh, the warm jiggly breasts, those plush lips.

"Oook oook," Lois crooned, in a throat no longer shaped for human speech. Leathery hands gently caressed those great pink orbs. Enraptured by the way the nipples swelled. How Maria stirred in her sleep. Yet the former reporter's kryptonite-fueled homosexuality could not be satisfied with a few titty-squeezes.

The Lois-ape spread Maria's thighs to expose the shaven pussy. Flared nostrils snuffled as she drank in that feminine scent. Her muzzle opened, to extend a long tongue and give an experimental lick with a long, strong tongue—and Maria whimpered softly in her sleep as it ran over her stiff little clit.

Which was all the encouragement that Lois-ape needed.

Maria moaned as consciousness came back to her. Strong arms had pinned back one of her legs. The warm, familiar sense of a hairy cunt rubbing against hers greeted the young woman's return to consciousness. It wasn't the first time that Maria had woken up to find herself still being fucked, and she kept her eyes closed for a few minutes, to enjoy the sensation of that frantic coupling, the strong hands that groped and squeezed her tits so fiercely, the hot tongue that licked at her face and armpit. Maria moaned as she began to move against her lover, so close to her own climax, the tension building and building inside of her...

"Oook, ook!" her lover moaned with animalistic fervor.

Which is what made Maria finally open her eyes.

She saw the small dugs of the Lois-ape. The slick black fur. The violet eyes beneath beetling brows. The long tongue that lolled out as the Lois-ape approached her own climax. Memories flooded back to Maria. The transformation, the ****...and now the hot, frotting, ape-sex. Even as Maria's eyes widened with the shock of recognition, the Lois-ape grabbed the back of the young woman's head and brought her mouth against hers. The long tongue filled Maria's mouth.

Young Cro-Magnon women, picking berries or spearing fish, must have faced such hot kisses from Neanderthals that stole on them unawares in the wilderness beyond the camp-fires. There was something so primal about that tongue-**** that it made Maria's toes curl. Her whole body convolused in a single terrific spasm, and Lois-ape's frantic frottage increased as she approached her own climax.

When Lois did cum, it was with a roar of triumph...and the exhausted, submissive mate collapsed onto the bed, her breasts heaving, as the Lois-ape beat her hands against her hairy chest.

Oh fuck. That was the hottest fuck of my life. Maria thought. I wonder how long the transformation will last...

Then her eyes fell on the chunk of red kryptonite, which Lois had dropped on her dresser. A wicked smile creased Maria's face. Lois Lane's primal reversion might last far longer than a night out.