Wet Dream

Naked, Lois floated across the surface of a lake as warm as blood, eyes staring up at the darkness, seeing unfamiliar stars. Wondering which one was Krypton. Then straight above, a single green star exploded.

Once, on assignment, Lois had been to the Dead Sea, and had let herself float on the concentrated brine, amazed at how easily she could just lay there without sinking. This was a lot like that...but though she turned her head left and right, she could not see the shore...and there were things with her in the water.

Around her, she could feel things swimming, their bulbous tips nudging her gently, their whip-like tails churning up the white liquid. They were like tadpoles the size of mice, and the reporter was aware of thousands of the things churning the lake around her, bluntly poking away at her.

Dimly, Lois thought about closing her legs. Yet she had to focus on staying afloat, moving her limbs...and besides, they didn't seem dangerous. Just insistent, and so many...and her cunt...

"I'm so wet." Lois spoke aloud.

"That's because someone's fucking you." A strange voice, androgynous and sultry, came to her. "They're going to cum in you soon."

A dark cloud passed over the nude reporter, blotting out the stars. It seemed to hover jut a foot or so over Lois, wisps of dark vapor coalescing and then drifting apart, suggesting shapes...thin, muscular limbs, a perky breast, strangely animalistic horns, and then...yes, right over Lois' own, a face. Something like the Mona Lisa, but with dark, burning sockets for eyes.

"Oh," Lois felt the little white things swarm about her in the water. She could feel several of them pressing against her slit, unwilling to take turns, unable to all squeeze in at once. "Am I going to get pregnant?"

"Not yet," the cloud's breath was a warm wind on Lois' face, reeking gently of sulphur and some animal musk. A sudden pain stabbed through her belly button, and the reporter raised her head from the lake, to look down the length of her body to wear a spear of night extended from the cloud and straight into her belly...and as Lois watched, it slowly withdrew.

The reporter stared at her navel, not a drop of blood running from the wound...and then saw it wasn't a wound, not really. It was a cunt. A little clitoris peaked out of it's hood, and the inner lips just extended outside the flaps where a moment ago her navel had been...and some of the white tadpole-things were leaping on her now, squirming over her stomach, between her breasts, making their way to her new hole.

Lois watched in fascination, in mute acceptance of the sudden transformation. Then she saw...and felt...the dark spear come down from the cloud again.