Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Go After: the Demon or the Heart?

Go For The Heart

"Down the stairs..." Lois Lane's heels tapped, remembering the faux-Vixen's directions. She didn't think the black horse-cocked shemale had lied to her. It's hard to lie when someone is stepping on your dick.

It seemed pretty simple. Magical demonic heart gem. That's the source of Blaze's power to transform women, so that would be Lois Lane's target. She grabs that and she'd have her story and could change everybody back that wanted to be changed and bob's your uncle.

Maybe I could even give myself some tits, Lois thought idly. Give Power Girl a run for her money. Make Superman look at me...

At the bottom of the stair was a door.

Curled up in front of it, wearing a collar chained to the door handle and nothing else, was a young woman.

Lois hesitated. The faux-Vixen had mentioned something about a guardian. A shapeshifter, she said.

The young woman was thin, ribs showing against the skin. Lean, strong muscles. Hair the color of red gold, shiny as a newly-minted copper penny. The reporter stepped down the stairs carefully, wincing at every tik her heels made, watching the woman for any sign of motion.

Six steps from the bottom, Lois heard the growl and froze.

The bumps of the woman's spine grew more prominent on her back. Crimson hair began to pierce her skin. Shiny black claws pushed out of fingers, the nails popping off. The guardian shifted, yanking against her chain as her yellow, animal-like eyes opened and locked on the reporter. Her face pressed forward, as far as the collar would allow...and then kept going, bones of the face shifting into a kind of muzzle, darkening lips peeling back to reveal sharp white fangs, a long pink tongue...

Within moments the bestial form was squatting on its haunches, leg's bent awkwardly like a dog's, a row of hairy teats hanging from her chest, tail full and bristling behind her.

"Werewolf," Lois whispered to herself, swallowing gently. This was going to require some thought.