Maria Flees

When cornered, a cat will fight or flee. The same, it appeared, was true of sphinxes. As Lois Lane crept a little closer, she let her tongue—which she noticed was now much longer, though without the tell-tale barbs of a true cat—hang out of her mouth. Yet all Maria could see was the swollen, rigid, dripping prick that dangled beneath the futasphinx's belly.

So she tried to flee.

A spring-like bound sought to dive past Lois on the left. New instincts kicked in, and Lois twisted and turned. The reporter's paws caught at Maria's tawny body as the young gynosphinx's claws scratched at the smooth white floor. Lois pressed her weight down on her as she gripped as best she could with her forepaws.

"Stop struggling!" Lois hissed the sibilants. "I'm not trying to **** you, just listen to me..."

Caught, Maria twisted in the reporter's grip. Claws out, she scratched at the reporter's legs and breasts. The reporter growled in frustration and climbed on top of the furry, lithe body. Her forepaws hugged Maria close, just below her shoulders, where the gynosphinx couldn't reach. Maria yowled and yelped, not even attempting human speech, more like a mad cat.

"If you act like a cat-bitch, I'm going to treat you like one!" Lois warned.

Which is when Lois sank her teeth into the back of Maria's neck...and Maria collapsed, all her limbs going out from under her. Lois Lane panted around the mouthful of fur...and she became aware, suddenly of something that poked at the tip of her erect prick. Something warm and wet that seemed to suck at the head of her cock. Maria's tail had moved out of the way.

"Esh desh vhut hu vant?" Lois mumbled, but Maria only lay still beneath her.