Cheetah Slows Lois Lane's Vampiric Transformation

One fur-covered hand grabbed the reporter and flipped her onto her back on the floor. The reporter writhed, her violet eyes dilated wide, eye teeth visibly larger and sharper. Cheetah pulled the reporter's hand away from her crotch, and then Lois saw the syringe, the moment before it jammed down into her crotch.

"Hrrrrrrowrrrr!" Lois Lane howled, animalistic. Her hands curled into claws as she stared down at where Cheetah depressed the plunger. "Right in the fucking clit!"

The cat-woman pulled the empty plunger from the reporter's crotch and tossed it away. Her right hand scrabbled for a bit of cotton gauze and pressed it against the wound.

"Here," Cheetah growled as she grabbed the reporter's hand and guided it to the gauze. "Apply pressure."

Lois Lane did. She shifted into a sitting position, back against one of the tables that held the partially-dissected corpses, hands pressed against her pussy. She still shivered with the heat. The light, the sounds, the smells were still intense. Her tongue kept going back to her lengthening fangs, and between her legs, dark hairs continued to push out as a mat of dark hair or fur spread from her crotch over her stomach and thighs.

"What...did you give me?" Lois asked.

"Some of my blood," Cheetah said. She opened a glass decanter, sniffed cautiously at the clear liquid contents, and made a face. The cat-woman carried it over to where Lois Lane sat. "The retroviral agent will slow the transformation. The two infections will each try to write over the same cells. Like two women trying to get through a door at the same time. Sip this."

She held the glass decanter to the reporter's lips. Now it was Lois Lane's turn to make a face. Her nostrils burned, the harsh odor overpowering her now super-sensitive sense of smell. Cheetah laid one hand on the back of the reporter's neck to help tilt Lois Lane's head back, and let some of the liquid dribble into the reporter's mouth.

It tasted like burning. Like the first time Lois had tasted moonshine.

"Almost pure ethanol," Cheetah said. "So a little goes a long way. It should help numb you to the transformation. Buy us time."

"What...what's going to happen to me?" Lois said, after the reporter coughed and sputtered.