The Orange Ring of Greed

Something fell from the ceiling. It burned the color of Halloween, the light that seemed to drink in the shadows. It reminded the Lois Lane doppelganger of running from house to house, eagerly claiming her fill. Of taking her favorites from her sister Lucy's bucket when she wasn't looking, stuffing her gob with chocolate and sugar.

Instinctively, she raised her right hand, felt something warm burn and wrap itself around her finger.

Lois Lane of Earth. The voice stole her thoughts. You hunger.

"Yesss..." The dark-haired woman said, an orange glow filling her eyes. The voice spoke, and she followed along with the words, the orange light growing brighter and brighter...

What's mine is mine and mine and mine.

And mine and mine and mine!

Not yours!

She laughed as orange energy flowed along her veins. The power was filling her, almost to bursting...but there was a hollowness, an emptiness deep inside. Her stomach, her cunt...**** and aching to be filled. A bottomless need that the endless energy flowing from the ring seemed to whet, growing until it consumed her very thoughts.

Orange Lantern Lois scratched at her slit with her bare hand. It needed to be filled. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass...she wanted it all. Needed it all. And now...now she had the means to get it.

"Mine," she shouted, aiming her hand at the door. A burst of orange light shot out, a giant spiked fist that smashed open the door to the White Room. The fist opened and grabbed the black bodyguard that stood out the door. Her glowing eyes turned to the wall. The orange lantern's hunger reached out, shaped like another fist. Smashed through plastic and cement, lights shorting out and sparking, like a bear tearing open a beehive in pursuit of honey...and when she drew the hand back, it clutched two male lab assistants that had been monitoring the experiment.

"Your cocks are mine!" The evil Lois laughed as her energy constructs peeled off their pants, revealing their rapidly hardening cocks. Her pussy was wet, mouth drooling, asshole reflexively opening and closing... The men writhed in the grip of the burning hands as they were drawn closer. "All mine..."

In her crystal, Star Sapphire Lois could only watch as her greedy doppelganger prepared to satiate her sexual appetites.