End: This Looks Like A Job For The Entire Justice League

In low-earth orbit, about the Justice League satellite, Batman growled a single word:

"Stop."

It was a voice that could command even the Last Son of Krypton.

"People are dying!" Superman said, his eyes fixed on the screen. "I can't just stand here doing nothing!"

"We need a plan," Batman said. "And help. Look at the kryptonite radiation levels. That thing, whatever it is, is part Kryptonian. It's growing. If you enter the fray, who knows what will happen?"

Superman smashed his fist into his palm. Microscopic diamonds burst into existence and flew off as specks of dust. The most powerful man in the world...and he stood helpless as a giant cunt ate his city.

"First things first," Batman said, and pressed a button. "Activating all Justice League reservists."

From across the world they came.

Red blurs zoomed from Central City as the speedsters heeded the call. A mystic portal from Las Vegas. From the inner solar system, a handful of Green Lanterns charted an emerald course like burning meteors. Members of the Bat-family arrived by jet and motorcycle and car. The Titans materialized at S.T.A.R. Labs, the impromptu command center of the operation to evacuate everyone from the giant vagina's path. The Justice League teleporter worked overtime, and every moment new caped crusaders and masked men and women arrived.

The pussy was still growing. The great pink lips were hungrily humping the Daily Planet building, which rocked on its foundations.

"I sense...a mind within. Confused. Overwhelmed. The sensations are too much for her to control. She cannot stop," J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter said.

"So what's our play?" Superman said impatiently as Batman surveyed the carnage through his binoculars. Unstated was the message that if something wasn't done soon, then all of Metropolis would be fucked.

"We need something to distract her," Batman said. "Plastic Man. You're up."

On a thousand cartoonish legs, a giant wobbling phallus charged down the streets of Metropolis. A massive grin was spread across the glans; huge shades spread wider than billboards. Plastic Man giggled.

"I'm so glad my wife gave me a hall pass!"

The massive cunt shifted away from the building it had been vainly humping. It turned toward the oncoming prick. The cunny satfor a moment, as if expectant. The great pink gates hung open, welcoming, inviting. Then some superhuman sense was triggered by the oncoming Plastic Prick. The great labia closed up tightly, the huge gates slammed shut. J'onn J'onzz grunted and wobbled. Batman caught him.

"It is as if dozens of voices cried out and then were silenced," the Martian said. "She...does not want him. She's searching for...something. Someone. In particular. I have lost contact with the people captive in her womb."

"Plastic Man is just the distraction," Batman said grimly. "Hawkgirl, Hawkman?"

"In position," their voices came crackling over the radio.

The Plastic Prick struck the massive twat like a battering ram against the gates of a medieval castle. A shock wave rumbled through the streets, shattering windows and setting off car alarms. For a moment, the two massive genitals pushed against one another. Then, slowly, the Plastic Prick began to give way.

From the sky, two winged figures swooped down. Locked in combat, the giant cunt could do nothing as the Thanagarians grasped the smallest of the black pubic hairs and pulled. The whip-like hair, follicle and all, came free...and the two winged their way back towards S.T.A.R. Labs.

"Now we'll get some answers," Batman said grimly.

Down on the street, the massive Plastic Prick bent double as the vagina surged forward, crashing the hero through the wall of a building and overrunning him. A massive queef of victory echoed through the desolate city.

"Wonder Woman, you're our best general," Batman said as Hawkgirl and Hawkman landed with the hair. "Keep it busy, and away from populated areas. Flash, you're in charge of evacuation. Superman, you're with me."

On the streets of Metropolis, war raged. No blade seemed able to cut the pink flesh. No blow or energy blast could hurt it for long. The Green Lanterns, working at Wonder Woman's direction, took a different tactic. Combining their powers, a giant emerald tongue and lips assailed the massive cunt. By intricate green machinery, the huge energy construct followed the motions of Wonder Woman's face. Against the Amazon's energy-assisted cunnilingus, the great pussy paused...and flyers like Stargirl and Starfire dared the massive sucking vacuum to dip into the cavernous cunt and pull away those men and women who had been swallowed by the mammoth mons venus.

In S.T.A.R. Labs, Batman frowned at the readouts.

"Human. With an overlay of Kryptonian DNA. The retrovirus has markers associated with some of LexCorp's patents," he muttered.

"Oh no," Superman said, his eyes focused on the hair. "I...I recognize this DNA. It's Lois Lane!"

Batman nodded. "Luthor must have been trying to figure out a way for kryptonite to effect humans. Looks like he underestimated the effects. I think she must have absorbed the kryptonite shards in her growing body. However, that does suggest a solution."

"We could send in the Atom...have him remove the kryptonite shards..." Superman said.

"Yes. But in the meantime," Batman said, and pulled something from his utility belt. "This looks like a job for Superman."

It was a condom.

Centuries of Amazonian skill went into Wonder Woman's cunnilingus attack. Yet even her tongue and jaw were numb by the time the first rays of dawn broke over Metropolis. Worse, it looked like the monstrous muff was bored. Frustrated. It needed more...and Wonder Woman stood weak and exhausted as if she had pleasured every woman in the Amazon Island twice in a single night.

All of the victims had been rescued. The city had been evacuated. She watched as the various heroes pulled back to a safe distance.

Superman laid a hand on Diana's shoulder.

"It's okay Diana," he said. "You've warmed her up for me. No more foreplay."

With a massive surge, the pussy moved again. It was as though a mountain slithered through the streets, and the emerald lips and tongue shattered. Superman walked toward the towering cunny slowly, deliberately. Wonder Woman flushed as she realized that though he wore his red boots and cape, when the wind picked up, it was clear that the Man of Steel was not wearing pants, his perfect buttocks shifting with each step as though some artisan of old had captured the ass of a god in marble.

As he came within range of the kryptonite radiation, Superman's penis began to grow. Within a dozen steps, his prick had assumed cartoonish proportions, and stood out like a fire hydrant from his body. Within two dozen steps, his feet left the ground, and he was impelled to fly, a six-foot erection as thick as a manhole cover jutting out straight ahead toward the great pink pussy that seemed about to swallow him.

By the time he made contact, his prick was the size of an train's engine, his tiny body marked only by the red fluttering cape as he drove himself into that welcoming wet chasm.

Wet sounds of titanic coitus rocked the city as kaiju cunt met colossal cock...and somewhere, deep within, two lost hearts came together and made love for the first time.

"This might take a few hours," Batman said.

"I can feel...love," Raven said. "So much love. What did you do?"

Batman grinned. "They're having unprotected sex. Superman is about to give her a very special STD. A retrovirus which will temporarily suppress the Kryptonian genetic overlay. The Ray is already removing the kryptonite in her body. Once Lois Lane is no longer subject to the effects of the Kryptonite, she'll revert to normal."

"But...Superman's red kryptonite transformations normally last for 24 hours. Won't he pop her like a balloon?" J'onn J'onzz said, in awe at the titanic mating.

"Not at all," Batman said. "The STD effects him too."

"Ah hopgh ud urks," Wonder Woman said, her jaw and tongue hanging out.

It did. Though it took time.

By noon, the clean-up team found two naked, and very human, figures floating in a crater full of semen in the street in front of the Daily Planet building. Tired and exhausted as they were, the two were simultaneously trying to tread water and fuck like hormone-driven teenagers.

Batman coughed politely. Nightwing and Batgirl shot out their grappling hooks and hauled the lovers back to dry land. Neither could stand.

"I've arranged a hotel room," Batman said. "Honeymoon suite. There's a shower. Bed. Clean clothes. Food. You need to hydrate."

"Batman," Lois Lane said as she crawled over to Superman. The Man of Steel, momentarily mortal, looked as though he couldn't feel his legs...but couldn't keep a boyish grin from his face. "Is it...I mean...is it over?"

"You'll want to avoid contact with kryptonite from now on," Batman said. "And we'll need to prescribe a course of penicillin for the both of you. But for now, yes. It's over except for the clean-up."

For the first time that night, Batman was dead wrong. Though he wouldn't learn that for a few weeks...and that is another story.

The condom had broken.