FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commission for FusionFanatic on SF II

By Galen55

Metropolitan sounds were never ending. Even though the hour of midnight had long since passed and dawn was almost as far off, the sounds of cars honking and tires screeching drifted through even the closed windows and thick curtains. Although Lois had been accustomed to the sounds from her early childhood, she now found herself unable to sleep with them after living in a small home with Clark and his dog. Her business trip back to the city should have been a simple in and out over two days but she couldn't relax with such a ruckus outside the hotel window! Covering her head in the luxurious pillows the sounds still tore through the stuffing and dove into her ears like malicious little mosquitos with magnetic missiles. As she tossed and turned trying to block out the once comforting chaotic cacophony, she found it to be impossible.

Losing her mind to the once soothing chaos of the city, Lois thrashed and threw her covers off and the pillows across the room. One pillow hit something in the dark and shattered it on the floor, but it was too dark to tell what. As she sat up and then stood next to the bed, she moved slowly and precariously through the small hotel room over to the minifridge to grab something to drink. With a firm tug she opened the stiff door and was blinded by the harsh white light inside. Taking in a harsh breath through gritted teeth and covering her eyes in an elbow, Lois grabbed the first thing that was touched and felt like a drink or beverage. What she grabbed was a small aluminum can that she had bought that morning. With her eyes still closed, she popped the small tab and began to drink the contents of the small container. The taste of mango and battery acid startled her as she swallowed entirely on reflex. Eyes snapping open, she looked at the offending beverage before a look of confusion swept over her face. Instead of a normal 12 oz can of something, she held a roughly 14 oz can with no labeling, just the bare aluminum and strangely enough, scratches along the bottom half. While contemplating where the fuck this came from, she doubled over in pain before kicking the fridge shut and her frontal cortex seemingly shut down. She straightened up, and poured the beverage down the sink before tossing the empty can out the window and moving back to bed with an unnatural stiffness in her movements. Moments after hitting the bed once more she entered REM sleep as her body was changed from the inside out.

The morning after, Lois awoke with a throbbing headache. "Fuck me, what the hell happened!?" she mumbled as she rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers. After several minutes however tha pain of the headache dulled to a minimum and she began her morning tasks of showering and began to prepare to head back home. The long drive from the city to the suburbs went uneventfully, with nobody in her way she made a beeline for her home where she finally arrived in mid afternoon. Stepping out onto the small driveway she closed her car door, and moved to the house;s porch where she was ambushed from behind by Clark's dog, Krypto. Tackling her with his speed and strength he barraged her with loving licks as he greeted her. Laughing and her headache momentarily forgotten, she embraced her and her husband's beloved dog. The joyous reunion lasted a scant minute though as her stomach began to violently boil and she froze. Krypto, picking up on her distress, moved closer to try and figure out what was wrong, this however would be just what was required of them to begin the process that began when Lois had drunk that mysterious beverage in the minifridge of the hotel. Unbeknown to her and the dog, the drink was part of a plan hatched almost six years ago by the corporate leader of Lexcorp, The beverage was a slurry of microscopic machines that would fuse Lois with kryptonian dna and make a hybrid that would be disoriented long enough to be killed by goons or some other nefarious means employed by the ceo. However, the man had not thought about the dog, and where it had come from. As the machines detected kryptonian DNA, they began to absorb it into their host body. First signs of the process that were evident to Krypto were his paws. They would not move from Lois. Looking down at his pads, Krypto noticed with a shock that his paws were sinking into his owner with alarming speed. Panic overtook him and he began to use all his strength to tear his paws off of Lois, but something stopped him. Something terribly wrong. His body grew cold and his eyes closed as consciousness faded into blackness and he collapsed onto Lois.

Clark arrived home to see what he assumed to be Krypto laying on the porch. The mass of white fur laying there looked off though. As Clark walked up to the furry mound, it lashed and two very human-like hands grasped his shoulders with crushing force. Even his super powerful bones and muscles nearly snapped and popped apart under the insane strength of this assailant. Hands moving on reflex, Clark threw a punch at the head of this creature only for his wrist to be caught in vicious jaws and skewered by fangs longer than steak knives. His scream was cut off before he even started as a monstrous fuzzy hand grasped his throat in an impossibly tight grip that nearly crushed his windpipe then and there, before his face met the dirt hard enough to set off car alarms on the other side of the block. A foot deep imprint of his face lay in the yard while Clark's head spun from the blitz attack. The first thing he noticed after his face ate dirt was the impossible grip on his neck that dragged him into the home, over the carpeted living room, and down into the bare concrete basement.

Clark awoke laying on his back in the basement on the cold concrete floor, naked, cold, and afraid. His body was bruised, his left wrist a bloody mess, and his breathing painful and laborious. From the far side of the basement, hidden behind the cardboard boxes full of stored items came a familiar and also unfamiliar voice.

"Good, you're awake. I wouldn't want you to wait any longer than needed to get your reward!" The last word of the sentence from the pitch shadows was said with incredible excitement as well as dripping with lust. Mind addled and body unresponsive, all Clark could do was look at the silhouette that marched towards him with deep thooming steps that cracked the concrete floor. Slowly, the white furred mass of muscle and curves revealed itself. "Who are you?" Croaked the once mighty superhero as fear overcame him. "What have you done with Lois?"

"Don't you recognize your wife and loyal hound hubby?" Asked the monster casually. "What!?" groaned Clark as the figure marched on. The digitigrade legs ended in paws of monstrous size that accompanied the overwhelming nature of the eight foot tall creature. This creature was most assuredly pure female if the ludicrous broodmother hips and astounding chest were any indications. The ample flesh wobbled enticingly on the monster's rump and every room shaking deep step shook the flesh with such energy that they appeared to have been slapped violently every time the beast moved. The broodmother's hips slimmed to a ludicrous pinch that measured no wider than a cubit before the creature's torso was obscured by couch sized breasts. Each orb could overflow the sizable lounging furniture upstairs with ease, overflowing from both sides and no doubt crushing it flatter than a dust mite ten times over. Toned arms stuck out to the sides in a motherly embrace that showed the massive assets off as well as hinting at the hidden power within the muscles peeking out from under the short fur. And finally, the head of a hound, Krypto's head, with perky ears and a terrifying, carnivorous ear to ear grin. Fangs and teeth as large as machetes at biggest were hidden as a slimy tongue slipped over them and the monster's chops as if preparing to feast. The superhero on the floor felt adrenaline surge in his system and he shot upright just fast enough to dodge the first clumsy lunge of the beast, but slow enough to be blindsided by the behemoth's fist as it shot out at impossible speed. The concussive boom of the impact shattered the windows in the home above as the sickly crunch signaled the end of Superman's resistance to this monster that had invaded his home. "Dont worry dear, I'll take care of you just fine..." The voice of the monster dripped with lust as the eight foot sculpted figure roughly grabbed his body in one hand like a doll before slamming him down on his back once more. "Now the foreplay is done, I think I'll let you see your new mistress don her new toy." Said the huntress as she towered over his prone form. From deep in her monumental cleavage she produced a simple black collar that had small silver spikes on the outside, the band was massive however, easily too large to wear as a belt, but just barely large enough to fit around her massive neck. The monstrous size of the womanly beast slammed down on his pelvis whereupon he noticed the incredible heat of her pelvis. He had been inside the atmosphere of suns, but this was nearly as hot. The air around him was greatly distorted by the heat radiating from the woman's cunt and the glass lightbulbs in the ceiling burst and dripped molten glass down on her back. If she noticed, she didn't show it. Her disproportionate weight of around two tons and ludicrous endowments combined with insane strength easily overwhelmed the man of steel with literally no effort on her part. "Now" said the woman above him in a deep and husky voice, "We get to the fun part, for me at least!" She said as she rose up and CRUSHED his pelvis into the concrete. He had not realized in the time she had moved him around that he had acquired a fear boner that she now was abusing thoroughly. The concrete underneath the two bodies exploded into chips and chunks as it was subjected to hundreds of tons of pressure in a very small spot, the boom of the impact cracked the walls and ceiling of the basement and noticeably damaged the foundation. The home swayed as a second rise of the womanly hips began, only to smash down over twice as hard. Clark's scream of pain roared through the neighborhood as the woman above him only grinned in predatory glee. This time, the crack of concrete was accompanied by a wet snap as her ass crushed his lower legs and snapped the bones within to unusable dust. "So fragile, now I understand why you would never bring me to bed before, you are so easy to BREAK!" Her finishing word was emphasized by her grabbing his wrists in one hand before snapping his wrists in her crushing grasp as she snarled in carnal glee at her new power. Snowy tail wagging fast enough to create a small whirlwind in the basement as the ceiling collapsed in a shower of broken house materials and possessions, Lois/Krypto made the once proud and unmatched superhero, their fragile submissive toy. The fourth smash of her hips made Clark scream once again as his body strained under the unimaginable pressure exerted on his pelvis and boner while the heat only increased. The wreckage of the home ignited and quickly began to rage in an inferno, followed by the gas mane as the ground all across the neighborhood exploded in a fiery display that damaged or destroyed several homes and vehicles. The blaze fueled by fresh air brought by the hurricane force winds whipped up by her tail's furious movements as she rose and fell once more. Superman, the protector of the Earth, was no more. Now there was only Lois' toy. As night fell, the screams of people increased and sirens blared throughout the neighborhood as a massive canine creature with a naked man between her thighs emerged from the Kent residence crater through flames that melted steel from twenty feet away. The impossible heat of the blaze coming from her sweltering nethers more than the flames however, and the firetrucks nearest to her simply began to melt before the water tanks exploded as the water inside flash evaporated and exploded in a horrifying display of steam pressure. People scattered like ants from the monster as she began to grasp the tiny man with one hand and a melting truck in the other before throwing the vehicle through two homes because they were in her way. She walked along the road, crushing anything on it as she moaned while abusing her husband between her thighs while on her power trip. Clark meanwhile, was struggling to breathe as he fought with all his strength and abilities to escape her powerful vent. Ice breath melted before even reaching his throat, laser eyes drowned by juices, ears submerged and nose filled with honey as he thrashed and struggled for any air he could get. One gigantic hand shoving him in whenever he shifted too much and reversing any progress he could make. Lois far above him, strolled unopposed into the city with the harbinger of her steps echoing through the buildings. Windows melted and vehicles became flat as she moved unimpeded by the potshots of police and national guard before simply stepping over or on them. Asphalt turning to dust under her paws as she moved and even armored trucks of the SWAT teams crumpling without any hint of resistance made her moans only increase in volume as she rumbled in a growl of approval. Finally, she reached her destination, her former place of employment, the massive news building. As she moved towards the front doors, she released her husband and dropped him on the grass of a nearby park area. "Don't worry honey, I'll let you watch from here as you heal your tiny stick bones." She said over her shoulder while moving forwards. The screams of puny humans all around her were now musical to her in her lust-addled state as she simply walked through the walls since she was too large to fit through the double size doorway. Stone and steel exploded and bent as she forced her way inside and simply stepped on the reception desk, feeling the metal, wood, and electronics of the desk and computer simply cease to exist under her black paw pads was indescribable, her body tensed and she climaxed, spraying plasma like cunt juice across the massive lobby, immediately setting it alight as if a flamethrower had been put to liberal use inside. As the climax tore through Lois' mind, the spray slowed and eventually stopped. The ludicrous heat from her nethers diminished a few hundred degrees and she panted in bliss. Her hypersensitive ears perked when she heard something; however, looking across the large wide open lobby, she quickly noticed a small shadow on the opposite end. The shadow was cast by one of the many large blazes raging in the lobby from her climax and now helped her in her hunt. Smiling with a wicked and deadly smile, Lois silently stalked forwards even though by all means and laws of physics, she should have been very noisy.

Stanley had been working late developing some new crossword puzzles for the daily edition of the newspaper when he heard something making a huge amount of noise downstairs before the fire alarms all went berserk forcing him downstairs. As he exited the stairwell and entered the lobby however he was met by a huge heatwave and was nearly decapitated by a torso sized ball of fire that nearly slammed into him. His reflexive dive to the left only just saved him from the plasma ball that simply annihilated the doorway back to the upper levels, trapping him in an ungodly hot lobby surrounded by huge fires on all sides with some kind of massive monster in there with him presumably the source of the fires and ruckus. Scrambling over in a comedic parallel of an army crawl, Stanley made his way to one of the support pillars underneath the mid level balcony in the building's lobby where he stood up and panted trying to find air in the ever intruding heat and smoke. The roaring of the flames and screaming of the fire alarms masked the barely audible steps of the monster however as it approached. Finally gathering enough courage to peek and try and plot an escape, Stan slowly approached the edge of the pillar and jutted his head out, only to nearly have a heart attack as he came face to face with a canine beast less than an inch from his own face. The cold wet nose brushing his mustache with its bumpy texture and a small inhale tugging his brussels before a horrifying smile grew ever so slowly on the muzzle. The next thing Stanley knew, he was flying through the air with a few bits of glass around him. Confused in a moment of slow motion, he looked around. The twilight sky was above him, a few clouds here and there but dozens upon dozens of pillars of thick smoke all around the city to the west. Blinking and looking to the East, Stanley saw the small business park that he ate his lunches in, torn apart and the trees ablaze. The metal fences bent over and lumpy from an impossible heat that had moved through the area causing them to warp and fall over like tall grasses. In the once manicured lawns there was a deep crater with a naked man in it, apparently he had been thrown there and impacted but stayed intact. 'Odd, that should have exploded him.' thought Stanly just as he impacted a tree and exploded into a cloud of red mist and chunks himself.

Lois was surprised to stalk up to the pillar and find Stanley of all people pop around as if he was going to peek around sneakily. She stopped in shock for all of a second before a devilish snarling grin spread across her thin black lips. Reaching her hand forwards, her behemoth hand completely enveloped his head and most of his upper torso with ease. She then turned around to face the glass doors at the front of the building; or more accurately, the gaping hole where they had been before she tore through the wall and them with exactly zero effort to gain initial access to the building. Looking at the uppermost level of the lobby however, Lois got an idea. High above even her head was the giant skylight that let the morning sun stream into the lobby to welcome the employees every day. Cocking her arm back, Lois lobbed Stanley through the very center of the window and out into the night.

Lois grinned a devilish predatory grin of victory as she simply walked through the load bearing wall of the building with her silhouette cast by the raging inferno behind her far into the dark smoke obscured night. No crickets greeted her, only screams and cries of the wounded and terrified mortals that had no place in her city other than as tools to build her more toys. So wonderful was the feeling of power she felt when her mere arousal could melt a S.W.A.T. van from fifty feet away. The sense of dominance, the sheer POWER she held over everyone and everything around her. Even her dear husband was nothing more to her than a slight tap on the leg as if a cicada had run into her when it was flying. His most powerful attacks nothing more than a tickle to her invincible flesh, and the best he could ever hope to do to her is give a sensual tickle to her nethers as she grinds his bones into powder before letting him heal only enough to break him all over again! The godlike power she had meant she could now dominate EVERYTHING around her and possibly the world. Entire nations had tried to gain just a fraction of a percent of the power she held in her pinky finger, even the atomic bombs the world possessed could only give her a delightful stroke over her new fur.

As Lois mulled over these thoughts, she felt the slightest impact on her lower left thigh, just above the kneecap. Blinking and looking down she saw none other than her husband trying to push her away from the pathetic little mites that remind in the area. A terrifying snarling grin split her face as she just watched her once impossibly mighty husband struggle to even get her to feel his strongest efforts against her thigh. Blows that could shatter every window in the city muffled and completely absorbed by the godly flesh only letting a weak slap sound escape as if all Clark were doing was patting her leg with an open hand in a quiet room. Another dark and evil snarl like grin engulfed Lois' face as she clasped her hand around the miniscule neck of her sex toy, The deternination of it and the vain hipe to save some innocent people. Pulling her husband face to face with her, she swallowed his entire vision with her teeth. Slowly yawning her cavernous maw open, she slurped her chest sized tongue over his entire head in a giant sloppy kiss before simply dropping him on his rear and giving him a commanding stare and saying "Stay," in a tone that would petrify gods. Now with her toy subdued for the time being, she returned her attention to the few mortal bugs that stayed in the area. Her snatch heating up at the terribly cruel and fatal desires she imagined for them. Her titanic chest wobbled as her rump sashayed back and forth in a hypnotizing sway that froze the mortals in their places until she was well within arms reach. Lois now loomed over eleven mortals which she stared down at menacingly. Three stared at her molten cooch, five at her human swallowing cleavage, and three more at her saber like teeth bared in a devilish grin. Lois immediately decided to show off the respective areas of their interest, First grabbing the fice that ogled her chest, she bear hugged them to her bosom gently atr first, before slowly but surely increasing the pressure until she could hear and feel the snaps and crunches of cartilage and bone breaking and pulverizing against her soft mammaries. The impossibly soft pillows simply too much for their weak frames to handle when forced into them by the toned arms of the monster that had captured them. Blood spewed from orifices as the organs inside the bugs ruptured or were ripped apart by shards of destroyed bone painting the white fur on Lois' chest a deep crimson highlighted by the nearby inferno giving a hellish atmosphere to the scene, Clarke meanwhile could only stare naked and watch as his once timid and frail human wife mercilessly and brutally murdered almost half a dozen young people against overpowering muscles and impossible breasts that he himself would have killed to play with. The blue boyscout reduced to a spectator to one of the most atrocious things he had ever heard of let alone seen. And despite himself, he found that he had an erection.

As Lois felt the last wisps of life exit her five victims, she squeezed with all her might, simply aerosolizing the bodies into lewd mist, painting any fur on her body that wasn't already crimson a deep pink. Next were the eleven remaining mortals beneath her frame. Seven focused on her read and four on her nethers. The already boiling heat from the latter gave her an idea as horrible as her first. "C'mere boys!" Lois growled loudly as she grabbed the four by the heads, two fitting in each hand. With absolutely zero hesitation or patience, she crammed the two in her left hand into her pussy, hearing their screams vibrate her flesh as their skin burned and began to boil off their bones before her powerful clenching ground their bodies into a fine pulp to make room for the others to follow in less than a minute. Mere seconds pass as the crunches die down and blood drools from the sexual orifice like a predator chewing with its mouth open. And with that final grisly scene, the remaining two also were fed to the ravenous hole with incredible speed, the rhythmic pulsing muscles seemingly taking bites out of the puny frail forms of her victims. Heads crushed and torn off, then the shoulders and upper arms. Followed by tearing off the waist and finally legs at the knee and finally being fully consumed by the carnivorous cooch. "Ooh, I need to do this more often!" Lois crooned sensually as if she had simply rubbed a nipple or some other day to day occurrence. "But now I have you last bunch to deal with." She turns her razor sharp teeth towards the seven last survivors as they cower against the wall trapping them with the monster before them. "Please! I have a girlfriend! I will do anything you want! Just let me go! Please!" One with brown hair and a lanky build cried out as the glowing orange eyes passed over the group. Another also blurted out a plea, only to be silenced as the creature began to move forwards with a sensual, mesmerizing hip movement. Unsure of the thing's motives, the group began to spread out and await their fates. One, the closest and biggest of the group by far, was the first to die. At first, Lois almost looked to pass him by before hip checking him with a cheek the size of him and creating a loud and extremely wet crunching sound of the entire rib cage imploding as he sailed through the air and landing with another wet thud and crack on the road thirty yards away. Her next target was the skinniest of the group, a kid who looked no older than twelve. Staring down at the tiny and nearly emaciated form below, a disgusted snort was all she did before simply stepping down on him and continuing her walk to the remaining five. Not a sound escaped the imploding lungs of the child before the last thing anyone saw of him was a red tinted crater in the concrete. Four older teens grouped up in the corner and the one who pleaded for his life in the other. Zeroing in on the group, Lois moved in for the kill. Nose flaring, she got within four feet of the quartet of boys before turning around, and pulling her legs out from under her.

A TITANIC thoom shook the ground for hundreds of yards as two smart car sized craters exploded into the sidewalk leaving exactly nothing to be seen of the four adolescent lives snuffed out in an instant. "Ooh yeah! Die beneath my softest parts mortals! Damn I fucking LIVE for this!" screamed the bitch as she rode her high of power. Clacking shoes could be heard as the last survivor made a run for his life. Head shooting to the side to glare at the fleeing prey, Lois snarled loud enough to shake the boy's bones as he ran for his life.Sweater flapping and shoes slapping the ground, the teen tore down the road, turned a corner, and ran into a wall of white fur. Blood streamed down his face as he cried out and clutched his nose, blood erupting from the damaged organ in guysers. "Didn't think you could escape me did you?" A deep and impossibly cruel womanly voice lauded from on high.

"Because this whore certainly was hardly worth the effort to find and catch. Now, your reaction had better make this effort up to me understood?" demanded the grim reaper's voice. Finally able to open his eyes and see through the tears of pain and surprise, the teenager looked up, and saw the visage of the bitch, and his girlfriend. "Claire!!" shouted the boy as the massive paw/hand around his girlfriend's throat tightened ever so slightly. "Steve... please, can't- breathe!" choked out the girl, a beautiful blonde girl of around twenty years old. "This little cocksock was all the way at the edge of the city trying to get on a boat to escape, had to sink that stupid tub with all those meatbags on it of course, cant let toys think they can get away. Now, you, Steve was it? You can watch this and make my effort worth something. I expect to use you for a little bit." This cold sentence was the final warning before the other monstrous hand grabbed the hip of Claire and twitched. A sick snapping sound rang out just as Claire tore her vocal cords in a shrill scream that faded into a keening and then into a whisper as the voicebox in her neck was torn apart from her scream. The next hip followed the first, and then as Steve watched, blood all over his face and tears streaming down his face in horror as he watched his love being brutally tortured before his own eyes, his girlfriend's eyes bulged and her pelvis exploded as Lois pinched it between two fingers, crushing the bone and causing such terrible internal damage that the blood supply in Claire spewed out in a red burst akin to an oversized water balloon hitting a wall at high speeds.

The weak mortal girl lost consciousness instantly as her body was drained of its life giving fluid at an alarming rate as organs and intestines spilled out as their supporting structure was pulverized.Steve did nothing. What could he do? The love of his life was just butchered in front of him, covering him in her organs. He fell to his knees, then to his hands. Tears dropping like twin waterfalls parallelled by blood from his nose, he wept. A shadow loomed before a wet thwack sounded, signaling that the monster in front of his limp form had discarded the ruined sack of outards that was his world like a used condom from an alleyway romp. "Pathetic, you were supposed to SCREAM boy!" bellowed the monster before a black sole came down with earth shattering force.