End: Kick Mercy In The Face

Lois Lane had never cum in front of anyone else before. Yet she could feel Mercy Graves' eyes gleam avidly as they watched the centaur-reporter climax. As the pleasure within her body rose to a crescendo, Lois cupped her own small breasts in her hands, **** her huge horse haunches against the wall so that the stallion-shaft stabbed deep, and a flood of liquid heat poured in her her abdomen. Graves' pet the dark hair on the reporter's flanks as she might a mare being inseminated.

"Perfect," Mercy said. "We'll give it a few days. If the transformation doesn't wear off, then after the abortion maybe we can inseminate you again..."

Which was about the last straw for Lois Lane.

With a langurous stretch of her legs, Lois lurched forward, pulling her equine pussy off the now limp and still black shaft. Her tail flickered as she felt wet gobs of sticky seed ooze from her dark netherlips...and she turned to face Mercy Graves.

The bodyguard grinned smugly.

"Liked that, didn't you Lane? You certainly put on quite a show. Who knows, maybe after we..."

A shadow fell across Mercy's face as Lois Lane reared onto her back legs. The bodyguard was a deadly practitioner of martial arts—none of which were designed to be used against horses or centaurs. She had considerable strength, but in this form Lois had strength and mass. Perhaps more importantly, Lois Lane had surprise on her side.

She would always remember the look of shock on Mercy's face, a moment before the hoof came down.

Kneeling down onto her front knees, Lois pulled the key-card from Mercy Graves' body. By the time Lois had squeezed her bulk out of the room, an alarm had begun to sound. A trail of bloody hoof-prints led away from the ruin tha had been Mercy's face.

Guards flooded into the corridor. None of them were equipped to deal with a pissed-off horse-woman. Rubber bullets slammed into her body, and Lois grunted in pain—but her centauroid form could take more punishment. The inseminated reporter smashed her flanks into them, bowling them over. Her human hands picked up an armored vest. Another picked up a shotgun filled with bean bag rounds.

If the first guards were unprepared for a naked centaur charging them, the second responders were utterly unready for one climbing up the stairs, pumping bean bags at them at close quarters.

She had to duck under doorways. Brace and kick, reload, move on. The thought of the life...the potential life, at least...inside her made Lois Lane ruthless. Even so, she almost slipped as she finaly squeezed out of the building...and then she was free, running down the streets of Metropolis, dodging cars and motorcycles, the wind streaming through her hair...

...and a familiar figure fell down out of the sky, from the general direction of the moon. To zoom in level with her body, to keep pace as she cantered...and Lois blushed as she saw who it was, and slowed to a walk.

"Superman!" she said, and despite the armored vest that covered her breasts, the centaur reporter had never felt so naked. "I...I was hoping I'd run into you. It's been...I've had a weird night out," she finished lamely.

He smiled honestly, floating a foot above the ground so that their eyes were level.

"So I see. I think the Metropolis Police Department have a stable for their horse patrol nearby...we can talk in privacy there," he said.

Back beneath the club, Mercy Graves was lifted in a stretcher, a neck brace keeping her head immobile until x-rays could be taken. She gurgled something, but Lex Luthor gestured her into silence.

"It's not your fault, Mercy. We didn't have appropriate precautions in place, is all. Lois Lane doesn't know enough to prove it was LexCorp behind her transformation—and by dawn there will be no trace we were ever here," he let his hand find her wrist. His bodyguard's pulse was still strong. "Indeed, this suggests an entirely new line of research. All I need is the proper subject for the next experiment..."

Mercy Graves saw Lex Luthor's green eyes fall on her—and she shivered involuntarily. Something told her that the next horse dildo would be meant for her.