Frisky

Lois stomped her hoof against the floor as Mercy slowly began to withdraw her arm from the centaur reporter's ass. It wasn't that Lois was normally into anal play...although she'd had a few experiments over the years, jut tickling, nothing past the second knuckle...but she was very sensitive back there, and there was so much more of her now, she could feel the donut of her anus stretch as Mercy's bicep passed through it...the hard lump of the bodyguard's elbow...

Unconsciously, Lois squeezed down, and was rewarded with a strangled cry.

"L-let me go, Lane," Mercy's voice was strained, agitated.

"And if I don't?" Lois replied playfully, swishing her tail o that it caught Mercy in the face.

"If you don't, I'm going to get serious." The bodyguard tone was a warning—but Lois could feel the forearm tense and pull inside of her, unable to break free. The reporter laughed, a deep belly chuckle that ended with a kind of whinny.

"Alright, you asked for it." Mercy stopped struggling, to Lois' momentary disappointment. Then he felt something hard press against her equine cunt.

"Wait, what are y..." Lois was cut off with a **** as Mercy's other hand, balled into a fist, plunged into her wet tunnel. No foreplay necessary...and the centaur groaned deep at the sudden penetration. Mercy grunted and pushed further, until both forearms were deep inside Lois' equine hindquarters. The reporter could actually feel the two limbs jostle against each other, separated only by the walls of the rectum and vagina.

"You should have listened, Lane." Mercy wrenched her right arm back, until only her gloved hand was inside the reporter's anus. Then in one smooth move he reversed the process, punching deep inside Lois' asshole while withdrawing her fist until it was just at the entrance to her blazing hot cunt. Lois' knees shook at the dual ****...but Mercy was just beginning.

With a huffing, muscular practice that must have come from years of boxing and martial arts training, Mercy Graves began a two-fisted **** on the equine reporter, alternating strokes, pushing deep and then withdrawing...and Lois was in such a state of arousal that she could do almost nothing...or maybe she didn't want to. For a full minute the **** continued, until Lois's front legs gave out beneath her and she sank down onto her knees, palm against the floor, gasping at the double fist-fucking, but her ass still high in the air where Mercy could continue to pound away at her.

The worst part is, Lois admitted to herself, I wish it was a cock.

The pounding continued, Mercy eerily quiet, a woman consumed with her task, as the double pounding slowly reduced Lois' protests to mewling whimpers, until the bodyguard's arms slid wetly in and out of both holes without resistance, and finally to the long, drawn-out, full-body shudder as Lois Lane cried out in her first orgasm in her centaur form.

Mercy slid her hands out, huffing gently, letting Lois' hindquarters collapse onto their side.

"Okay, bitch. That was fun. But this next bit is for science."