Epilogue: Lois Lane, Capebunny

When Wonder Woman left, after a wonderful weekend, Lois Lane was happy. They'd laughed, they'd loved, they'd parted with a deep kiss...and then the bubbly blonde had gone back to work. It wasn't love, and they both knew it. When they parted, Diana had asked if she could see Lois again.

"Whenever you want," the bimbo reporter had promised with a wink. "Hell, bring a friend!"

All day long, Lois remembered the feel of those lips against hers. The strong arms that threatened to crush her. The strong pussy that threatened to crush her fingers... She was so wrapped up in the pleasant memories that she almost missed the shadow that fell on her balcony, as she came out of the shower. Lois stepped out in only her robe...and the flap of wings was deafening as Hawkgirl landed on the ledge.

Her great mace was in one hand. A six-pack of beer in the other.

"H-hi!" Lois said, blushing, realizing her robe had fallen open, showing rather more of her body than she intended. Hawkgirl smiled. She reached out with the mace and pulled the robe away, to expose one of the reporter's breasts.

"Hi yourself," the heroine stepped down, a little unsteady, and Lois realized she was drunk. "Wonder Woman says you're down to fuck. Real capebunny."

"Uhh..." Lois backed into her bedroom, not sure how to react. Hawkgirl stalked forward, weaving slightly. This close, Lois could smell the **** coming off of her...and wondered, dimly, if it was liquid courage.

"Always wanted to try it, you know?" Hawkgirl said, setting the beer down. "With another woman."

The blonde reporter grinned, slightly relieved. In fact, the more she thought about it, this could be exciting.

"Well," she said seductively. "If you're interested...why don't we get naked?"

The reporter pulled off her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her hair was still wet, hanging over her shoulders in damp, golden strands. Hawkgirl's wings flare, scraping the walls, knocking down a picture of Lois's sister. The heroine didn't even notice. She reverse her grip on the mace and stalked forward...the cold metal slid between the reporter's legs, rough against her pussy.

"Sometimes," Hawkgirl whispered. "When I'm all alone, and Hawkman isn't around...I like to...and I think of women. But I've never..."

Lois could smell the beer on her breath. She smiled and wrapped her arms around Hawkgirl's neck, pulled her back gently toward the bed. All smiles now. The blonde's heart was thundering. This could be fun...

"Show me," Lois said, and her head tilted so that she could press her lips against Hawkgirl's, beneath the mask. Tasted that sweet-and-sour flavor of beer, and something else, something a little alien...and began to rub her pussy against that metal shaft.

The blonde reporter was surprised when the wings folded in on them both, trapping them together in a tight, warm space. The reporter pressed her hands against Hawkgirl's breasts, through her costume, looking for zippers, velcro, some kind of seam so she could get at those tits...but the drunken heroine had the head of the mace pressed against her own crotch, and that was the link between them, the hard shaft rubbing along Lois's pussy...the two women grunting, kissing, Hawkgirl lost in her frenzy of lust and Lois thrilled as she found how to slip her hands up inside that shirt, to grab at those sensitive tits.

She could hear Hawkgirl start to pant...to moan. Her whole body was shaking, the nipples hard beneath her fingers. Lois ran her tongue along her face, the goggles of the mask fogging up...humping the metal rod, even as the heroine ground it hard against her own crotch...and Lois knew what was going to happen, almost before Hawkgirl did herself.

Hawkgirl's mouth opened in a shrill cry as she came, and Lois held her quaking body in a tight grip, shuddering as the **** of the heroine's orgasm sent the mace between the reporter's legs trembling violently. Lois gasped in her ear, and they stayed there until it was over, the tense body of the heroine relaxing slightly...and then Lois said, in a breathy voice, choked with lust:

"Your pussy must be a mess right now. Why don't we get you out of those pants, and I'll help you with that."

Which is how Hawkgirl ended up on the reporter's bed, naked save for her wings, clutching the blonde reporter's still-damp hair as the reporter licked and suckled, thinking about where she might stick that mace next...and unbeknownst to her, the reporter's phone was blowing up. Word was going around among the Justice League...there was a new capebunny, and all of them wanted a piece.