A Being of Pure Energy

Lois Lane blinked. Where Rat had been was a crackling ball of black electricity. It hovered in the air, like a will-o'-the-wisp, yet with an aura of darkness that seemed to drink in the light around it. The reporter's brow furrowed, not sure what to make of this development.

Cat Grant didn't care. The blonde teenager pulled off her shirt, freeing small, perky breasts that had never known the sagging of age or the teeth of a suckling baby. Cat's hips ground in small circles, the reporter's cock stirring up her pussy—a cunny so tight that it felt as though it would squeeze Lois Lane's new cock right off. With a manic grin, the young woman astride Lois Lane's hips pulled at the reporter's shirt, lifting it right up and over her face.

Cat wanted to get at her titties.

"I always liked girls," Cat admitted as her hands closed on the reporter's breasts, squeezing them gently. "But I wanted a baby, and my husband...he was a little old-fashioned that way. Didn't want his wife to play. Then Adam came along, and I just never had time to really date...and now you're just the best of both worlds."

Lois arched her back, and Cat bit her lower lip for a moment, a strange feeling in her chest.

"I could really fall hard for you, Lois. I mean, if this works...if we have a baby together..." The blonde dipped down low. "You can just own this pussy. Fuck me all you want. Cum in me as much as you please. I'll be your little cum dump...your sperm bank...keep your fat fucking pecker pleased all the time. I've got years of fucking to catch up on."

The shirt was pulled up over Lois Lane's mouth, still blocking her eyes...and then Cat's mouth met hers. Instinctively, Lois Lane's hands went to that pert, teenaged ass, crushing it to her as their hips met. Both of them lost for a moment in the act, instincts taking over, cock and cunt crushed together in an eager, grinding fuck. Lois could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her, a massive load destined to blow itself all over Cat Grant's insides and paint the mouth of her womb white.

Neither of them saw the unembodied being that was Rat float downward. To perceive, with what senses neither of them could guess, the ardent coupling. The potential for life there. Sperm and eggs, destined to come together...and as Lois Lane's hips jerked up and her cock swelled within Cat Grant's cunt, surging forward, even as the reporter's own jizz dripped out of her previously-creamed cunt...the being moved toward them, as though being drawn by a vacuum.