Red Kryptonite #31

Lois Lane was rubbing Maria's pussy with one hand and groping the young woman's breast with another when the world suddenly turned red. Pins and needles seemed to assail the reporter's entire naked body. The nude reporter lifted her head to stare at the source of the strange illumination.

There, having emerged from the ceiling, was a chunk of red crystal. It was almost triangular, shot through with paler pink veins, and it seemed to catch and reflect all the light in the White Room, casting back red shadows that stained everything. The pins-and-needles sensation intensified, and Lois growled...shut her eyes tight, leaving only a red blob burning behind her closed libs...and shuddered and shivered as though in the grips of a fever.

Maria sat up, backing away from the nude woman. She wasn't exactly sure what the red stone portended, but she knew that it was kryptonite, and that it meant some transformation...

All along the reporter's pale white body, dark hairs began to emerge. Beneath that skin, muscles twisted and bunched. She held out hands that suddenly seemed swollen and painful...and as Maria watched, she saw the thumbs shorten and draw in, the dark hair spreading quickly now, hiding the pale flesh. There was something wrong with the arms...they were too long for the body. Lois sank down, knuckles resting on the ground in what seemed the most comfortable posture for her, hips cracking as they changed shape, so that Lois sat in a bandy-legged squat, her pussy almost lost in the dark forest of raven-black hair...but what frightened Maria was the reporter's face.

The jaw jutted out, until it was almost a muzzle; the nose had flattened, and the brows hung heavy over the violet eyes, so that the reporter had almost no forehead at all. Hair crept up on the cheeks, and bigger teeth pushed against the lips from within. Lois Lane shook her head, the dark hair about it now almost like a mandrill's mane.

Wider nostrils flaring wide, the Lois-thing stood up...and it looked so unnatural for her to stand there, slim and imposing, in that bipedal squat instead of walking on all fours along the ground, or swinging through the trees, that Maria was aghast. It was nothing quite human, or gorilla, or chimpanzee, but like Lois had gone back along the long years of evolution and arrived at some ancestor to all three, combining traits that would later be separate in its descendants. The violet eyes of the ape-woman—for so Maria thought of her—fixated on Maria's cunny...and with deceptive speed the black ape-woman thing knuckled toward her.