A Pup Named Lois Lane

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Lois Lane was rather proud of herself. A problem had arisen, a rather serious problem, but she had managed to find a solution all by herself. The problem wasn’t some new supervillain or an alien invasion or Amanda Waller re-emerging or anything fun like that. No, the problem Lois had encountered was her rent being raised. Now, that wouldn’t have been a problem considering one of her best friends was a millionaire… except Jimmy had spent the last of his fortune on trying to rescue Clark. With just a reporter's wages to rely on, it had looked like Lois would need to move either to a new and undoubtedly smaller apartment or move in with Clark. But Lois was stubborn and prideful, and she was determined to find a solution on her own, and one day on her way back from the Daily Planet she saw it; the solution to all of her problems.

A pet cafe.

Well, it wasn’t really a pet cafe. Sure it billed itself as such, but the signage and blacked out windows made it VERY clear to anyone looking to enter that it wasn’t a place with cute and fuzzy cats and dogs. Instead, it was a place with cute and shiny cats and dogs. That’s right, it was a BDSM pet cafe, where the pets in question were women dressed up in tight, shiny, and very cute looking rubber pet suits. Not only that, but it had a sign in the window advertising openings for new pets, with an hourly wage that was on par with what she made per day at the Daily Planet. Just a few hours a week would be enough to ensure she could stay in her apartment AND leave her with a bit of extra spending money.

Now, it would be a lie to say Lois hadn’t hesitated a bit. Sure she had watched one or two petplay videos long ago, but that was her only experience. She had never worn latex either, and the thought of having strangers hands all over her body made her face turn red. But ultimately Lois had walked in, applied, and gotten a call the very next day telling her she was hired. Not only that, but they wanted her to start that very night. Upon arrival Lois was given a very quick orientation, told that while on the clock she was to answer to the name Scout, and presented with a white and black latex dalmatian suit. The hands of the suit ended in paw-shaped mittens, making Lois dependent on others to get in and out. The suit covered her totally from the neck down, and the hood covered all but the area around her eyes, with a pair of floppy ears hanging from either side and ring gag in the muzzle to keep her mouth open. Of course, completing the outfit was a leather collar with a dog tag emblazoned with the name “Scout” dangling from it. 

If Lois said she hadn’t been nervous she would be lying. She didn’t know what to expect from the cafe’s patrons. Hell she hadn’t even taken the time to do research before signing up. As her shift began though her fears melted away more and more with all the head pats and bellyrubs she received. By the time her shift was over Lois was already excited for the next one, and she quickly agreed to take on even more shifts. In the back of her mind Lois was aware that this would overlap with her work at the Daily Planet and her plans with Clark, but she could always reschedule those plans, and with how much she was making here she could afford to miss out on extra work at the Daily Planet. 

It had now been two months since Lois had started working at the rubber pet cafe and currently she was standing in the changing room in the back, naked after another shift spent getting lots of head pats, belly rubs, and “treats” for affectionate patrons. The cafe would be open for a few more hours, but for the moment she was alone, and she found herself staring at the white latex dalmatian suit. Every time she had put it back into her locker there’d been a voice in the back of her mind telling her that she could always take it home. She had always resisted it, but each time the voice seemed to grow a bit louder. The temptation was strong, and considering how much they paid her surely they could afford a replacement. The biggest thing keeping her from going through with it was the risk of losing this job. She still hadn’t told anyone about her recently found love of latex and petplay, and that meant the cafe was still the only place she could indulge those desires in. 

Yet tonight the temptation felt stronger than ever before, and Lois found herself reaching out towards the hanging suit, almost unconsciously, before the sound of an opening door forcibly dragged her attention away. Whipping her head to the source of the sound, Lois saw two women entering, both clad in identical crimson latex catsuits with what looked like devil tails coming out the back. Obviously Lois knew they were part of the women's suits, but she could swear they were moving in an unnatural way, as if they were real tails and not just latex. Both women were also wearing black sunglasses and had identical hairstyles. Neither of them seemed familiar to Lois, but the way they carried themselves made it seem like they were supposed to be here rather than customers who had snuck back or accidentally wandered back. 

“Are you new hires?” Lois hesitantly asked, stepping behind her locker door to try and cover herself. 

“Yes,” one of the women said with a smile as she and her companion came to a halt. “We were told to look for Scout, and that she’d show us the standard suit.” The woman’s words failed to set off any of Lois’s journalistic senses. She seemed to be telling the truth, which made Lois blush. She’d only been here for two months and she knew she wasn’t the most senior pet employed here, and yet management thought highly enough of her to send two new hires her way. It didn’t cross Lois’s mind that it was strange she wasn’t told in advance about this.

“Oh I’m Scout,” Lois said as she stepped out from behind the locker door. “Or well, my name is Lois, but when I’m working I go by Scout,” she said with a smile, extending a hand to the women, only to retract it when neither moved. “So um right the suit,” she said, trying to ignore the awkwardness that had quickly filled the air. She quickly made her way to her locker, pulling the white and black latex suit out and holding it up for the two women to see. 

“Fascinating,” one of the women said. “Could you show us what it looks like when worn?”

“I could,” Lois replied. “But it’s not exactly something I can get into on my own,” she said, holding up one of the sleeves and showing how it ended in a mitten. 

“In that case we’ll help you,” One of the women said. Lois honestly couldn’t tell which one had spoken unless you were looking right at them, and even then they sounded the exact same. 

For a moment Lois hesitated. She knew that once she was in the suit she’d be largely helpless and there was something off about these two women. However the chance to spend some more time as Scout the rubber dalmatian was just too tempting for Lois, and she began to slowly pull the suit back on, explaining to the two women the various details as she did so, like how the mitts made her ball up her hands into fists, or how the rubber tail was connected to a plug, which made Lois moan as it was moved into place. 

“Alright so now as you can see with my hands in these mittens they’re totally useless, so usually you have someone in here whose job is just to help us in and out of our suits,” Lois explained, turning around to show the two women what she meant as she pawed at the zipper. As Lois was looking away from the two women, she suddenly felt the zipper along her back being pulled up. It was pulled up so fast that it was already completely zipped up by the time Lois turned her head to see one of the two women had, somehow, closed the distance between herself and Lois and zipped up her suit without the young journalist even noticing. Not only that, but Lois failed to notice how the woman pulled the zipper so hard it broke as soon as it reached the top, leaving Lois stuck inside the suit.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Lois asked, turning around to face the woman, who grinned at Lois. Yes she had more or less agreed to let them zip her up, but they weren’t supposed to do it without asking her first. Asking before doing anything was literally the first thing new hires were told before orientation even began. The woman didn’t say anything to Lois, just smiling. “You’re supposed to ask before doing any-ghhinh?!” Mid-sentence Lois was cut off by her latex pup hood, with its built-in ring gag, being suddenly pulled down over her head without any warning. 

“There, now you look like a proper pup~” one of the women said, and to Lois’s horror the voice was BEHIND her. It wasn’t humanly possible for the other woman to get behind Lois in a matter of seconds without Lois realizing, which led Lois to a very unsettling conclusion; these two women weren’t humans, and she had been right about their tails moving in a way they couldn’t possibly be if they were fake. This realization was followed by Lois coming to a simple conclusion about what she needed to do next.

She needed to run. 

Without a second to spare Lois darted away from the women. She only needed to cover a short distance out of the locker room and into the main cafe. As much as she hated to interrupt the kinky fun occurring there, she was in legitimate danger and her safety trumped all else in this situation. 

Unfortunately, just as Lois was about to reach the door, she blinked. In the fraction of a second her eyes were closed one of the women appeared right in front of the door, forcing Lois to skid to a halt, her eyes wide with shock and panic. The only other exit was at the opposite end of the room, and it was the employee entrance. There was no guarantee anyone was on the other side of that door to help Lois. Still, it was the only option Lois had, and she quickly turned to begin running in the opposite direction. As she did this she kept her gaze on the red-rubber clad woman as long as possible to ensure she didn’t try something. Of course, this meant Lois’s gaze wasn’t in front of her, which meant she didn’t see the large black latex sheet being held up right in front of her until she literally ran into it. 

‘How?’ Was the only thought Lois was able to form before the latex sheet, which was being held up at either end by both women, wrapped itself around her. In just a few seconds the latex sheet formed a seamless cocoon around Lois, pinning her legs together and arms to her sides and leaving her without any means of escape as she promptly collapsed to the ground, squirming in the rubber cocoon and gasping for air, as the cocoon had no openings whatsoever, not even for her to breath. 

“Ah, what a cute wrapped up pupper,” Lois heard one of the women say as she continued squirming, gasping for air, her lungs burning. “Does the puppy want air?” One of them asked.

‘Of course I want air!’ Lois thought to herself as she did her best to rapidly nod in response. 

“In that case give us ten cute little woofs~”

‘Are you serious?’ Lois questioned, but she had no choice. If she wanted air (which she desperately did) she needed to fulfil their demands.

“Uuooh!” Lois said, doing her best to woof despite the ring gag in her mouth. “Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh! Uuooh!” She fired off the woofs in rapid order, each one burning a little more of what precious air she had. Then she waited, her lungs burning worse than before as she waited for the women to act, praying they hadn’t been lying. 

To Lois’s relief a hole appeared seconds later. It was a small hole, but it was enough for Lois to start greedily gulping air through. 

“Don’t worry pup, we wouldn’t let you suffocate,” one of the women said as Lois felt the two women picking her up, one grabbing her by the shoulders and another by the ankles. “Our Master would be very displeased if we let that happen~” All Lois could manage in response was a weak whimper and a silent prayer that Clark would come to her rescue, as well as a strong sense of regret for never telling anyone about this place….