Lois Lane is a Futasphinx

Lois Lane felt the disconcerting sensation of her tail swish back and forth in agitation. Maria, without and hands, pressed her face right against Lois Lane's pussy and pressed her long tongue into it. The transformed reporter gasped at the suddenness of the intrusion—but her shock was interrupted as Maria said:

"Agh feegh shomthagh."

The words came out garbled as the tongue slithered around inside the reporter's pussy. A part of Lois thought Don't talk with your mouth full!, but another, more coherent part of her realized that the tongue wasn't eating her out. Maria was using her long, almost prehensile tongue to root around in Lois Lane's internal anatomy....and Lois felt it rub against something. Something...really sensitive. More sensitive than her clit.

The reporter's furred back arched as her legs suddenly went weak, and she splayed on all fours for balance. Her body trembled, tail stiff, the stiff nipples of her breasts brushed the floor. An animalistic mewl came from the reporter's lips, but Maria's tongue continued to play over that spot, that lump, that thing which now moved and swelled inside of her. Lois let open her mouth in a wide-gaped yawn. She had imagined giving birth would feel something like this, but she never imagined it would feel so good.

It pushed Maria's tongue out of Lois Lane's pussy. Pushed and swung forward, hard and stiff, until it slapped against the soft fur of the reporter's belly. Panting, Lois pushed her body up, lowered her head to the floor, and stared past her dangling tits right into the eye of her stiff, inhuman prick.

"You're a futasphinx!" Maria said...and Lois Lane shivered as she heard the emotion in the other sphinx's voice.