With Kryptonian Semen

In the harness on the table, Lois stared forward, eyes wide. It was like a lucid dream, as she navigated the green field before her. Except she knew she wasn't asleep, because she was still aware—exceptionally aware—of her body and the world around her. She shifted in the harness, stretching muscles to keep them from going sore, feeling her breasts dangle free below her, all while her conscious mind explored the blazing green world beyond, she heard them talking...

"...the insemination catheter, sir. I still don't understand—" The nurse's voice, professional, but confused.

"I'm not paying you to understand, only to do as I've instructed. Maria, you have the Kryptonian semen?" the male voice, commanding,

"Right here Mr. Luthor. But I have to ask, is this really...I mean, how did you get a sample of Superman's...I mean, how did..." Maria. lois felt a warm glow thinking about the young woman, her bouncy tits.

"In a manner of speaking." Noises as Luthor moved equipment around the lab, talking while he worked. "Even a nigh-invincible extraterrestrial can shed skin cells...hair...blood, if injured. Living cells can be **** to revert back into stem cells...stem cells can be **** to turn into sperm. Of course, supply is limited. The full secrets of Kryptonian DNA remain a mystery...for now."

Something touched Lois' pussy. A soft, automatic moo passed her lips, not a cry of pain or pleasure, just...a response. Warm fingers, clad in latex, slathered something on the outside of her labia, working up and down...and then in, probing gently, greasing up the passage. Lois felt a warmth grow inside of her, a kind of anticipation of what would come next.

"...complications with cloning, and normal human women won't survive the pregnancy. An eminent researcher once wrote a fascinating paper on the subject." Lex was still talking. "But if you have a fertile subject with a graft of Kryptonian DNA, then more traditional methods become viable. Spread her, please."

Ungloved hands on Lois' lower butt and thighs, hints of calluses, sweaty palms...and the human cow knew it was Maria, spreading her labia wide, cool air on her vagina. Then cold metal pressed against her, penetrating her, smoothly. A speculum, part of Lois' mind knew. A gynecologist's tool. But nothing registered to her about the significance of that, only that the feeling of the cool air inside of her increased as the metal device slowly spread her open.

The penetration was faint. Like a straw up her cooch, small but sort of stiff. Lois could barely feel it as it slid in.

"In cattle...real cattle, I mean...the vagina is more complicated. the veterinarian inserts the catheter into the vagina, and then has to guide it in with one hand up the anus...moving it carefully to the cervix, the mouth of the uterus." there was a tense concentration in Luthor's voice, but it was tightly controlled. "Fortunately, our subject's vaginal canal is mostly unchanged...just a little extra lubrication..."

"She's leaking." Maria's voice was awestruck...and it was true. Lois could feel warm rivulets flowing down her inner thighs, the warmth inside of growing. Another, slightly louder moo escaped from her lips.

Lois could smell the green of the world. It was creeping into her other senses. Synesthesia. A part of her brain supplied. It mingled with her feminine musk, the clean medical scents of the room. Somewhere on the screen, a green bull moved, though she could catch only glimpses of it in her peripheral vision. The stolen looks were enough for her to see the pendulous balls, the stiff prick, the strangely familiar shield on its broad chest. It wanted its mate...

Luthor sighed. "We've penetrated the cervix. Insemination begins...now."

Part of her wanted to feel it. The seed penetrating the deepest part of her. If it was the bull, she knew she would feel it. Her hindquarters quivered, as part of her mind fell through the rut. The weight of him on top of her, pinning her in place as the hard prick stabbed forward, seeking her entrance...pumping forward, boiling over with the need to inseminate her...

"And we're done." The voice was full of deep satisfaction, bordering on smug.

"So is she...pregnant? I mean, I thought there would be more..." Maria asked, voice betraying her own excitement.

"More than enough. You don't need a pint of the stuff to achieve fertilization. As it is, a few cubic centimeters of Kryptonian semen costs over two billion dollars." There was a clink of something hitting the floor. "As for fertilization...it normally takes hours for nature to run its course, and even if an egg is fertilized, it still has to attach to the wall of the uterus for conception to be complete."

"So...what do we do now, sir?" The nurse now, calm and collected.