0 comments/ 39164 views/ 5 favorites Lana Lang Meets the Wizard of Oz By: MrVern I do not own the rights to "Smallville" nor any of it's characters. This story is written purely for the entertainment of the reader and is in no way connected to the show, its producers or should in any way reflect on them. * * * * * A lone rider streaks across the open meadow, the powerful movement of the horse carrying the rider effortlessly. The rider leans into the sleek beast as its hooves pound the soft dirt of the Kansas prairie. At a full gallop, the rider and the horse seem as one. The full mane of the horse blowing handsomely in the wind as the opulent mane of hair blows out from the head of the rider. She sits upright in the saddle as she reins the horse to a trot. Slowing, she pulls the horse to a stop and props one shapely leg over the saddle horn. Absorbing the warm afternoon, she sits proud in the saddle and looks off to the West as the afternoon sun eases toward the horizon. Behind the rider, a wall of dark gray clouds can be seen. A light wind is blowing at their backs. The horse's ears perk and his nostrils flair. Carried along the wind is the scent of rain. The rider becomes aware of the scent of the changing weather, her nose catching the soft scent of a summer rain shower. She knows that the unpredictability of the Kansas summer storms means she should find shelter as soon as she can. Turning in the saddle, she looks out over the treetops at the cloudbanks off to the East. Dark gray clouds with areas tinged with green, signal that the pending storm could be bad. The wind is already picking up and the air just a bit cooler. She knows of a hunting cabin a mile or so from her location. Perhaps this place will offer some shelter from the impending storm. As lightening strikes light up the clouds far behind her, she turns the horse towards the south. A thought of making a run for home and the security of the barn flits through her mind briefly. But the desire and common sense not to be caught exposed to the possible violence of the Kansas weather overtakes the silly thought of trying to out run the storm. Spurring the great steed to action she leans in once more and urges him forward, seeking shelter a soon as possible. She knows the layout of the landscape like the back of her hand and soon they have arrived at the old cabin. Surveying the dilapidated old structure, she has second thoughts. Perhaps being in this old run-down piece of history doesn't make as much sense as she originally thought. She has one more place of shelter in mind. As the rain begins with some sprinkles, she turns back the way they came and seeks her alternative. By the time they arrive at the old smoke house the rain has begun to come harder. Though the wind has yet to pick up, she is relatively soaked. Coming to the entry way to the old long forgotten smoke house, she quickly dismounts and leads the trusting animal into the building. Built years ago out of clay and rock, the old spacious building was once used to smoke meat. Larger than most smoke houses of it's time, history had told her that the owner had smoked large quantities of buffalo and beef to offer in trade to wagon trains headed West through the area. The smokehouse owner traded his meat for whatever the pioneers wished to trade. Leading Donetello through the doorway they were now inside the spacious room. Dark and dank with the heavy smell of smoke permeating the walls, it was still a solid structure. The four walls made of clay and rock they were almost three feet thick. The roof was flat, built with old railroad ties and covered with another two feet of earth. The entire structure was built to keep the smoke inside so as to cure the hanging sides of beef, deer and buffalo. Just as she lead her horse inside, the skies opened up and a downpour ensued. As the rains began in earnest, the winds began to blow. Soaked to the skin, Lana Lang found the flap of her saddlebag, and reach in to pull out her emergency clothes. Finding the thick heavy sweatshirt she had placed in the saddlebag for just this occasion, she laid it across the saddle and stripped out of her western style shirt. She shivered as she stood there in her bra, her skin glistening in the soft light, wet with the rain. She quickly donned the sweatshirt and hugged her arms around herself in hopes of becoming somewhat warmer. She folded her shirt neatly and placed it in the saddlebag and stood looking out the door waiting for the storm to blow through. These storms were a way of life in Kansas. And in thirty minutes or so the storm blew over and the sun popped out into a brilliant blue Kansas sky. Lana lead Donetello out of the smokehouse and into the sunlight. The sweatshirt immediately became too much. She walked around the horse and reached into the other saddlebag and found a tank top. Knowing she was alone on the prairie, she dropped her normal modesty and swiftly pulled the sweatshirt over her head and pulled on the tank top. Placing the sweatshirt in the saddlebag, she led the horse out a way from the building and mounted him. She sat in the saddle for a few minutes relishing the fresh rain-cleaned air as the now hot and humid summer sun rapidly warmed her skin. Her bare arms and face absorbed the heat and she felt good for the first time in a long time. This was the first time she had ventured out on such a journey since her leg was broken when the horse spooked that evening in the barn with Lex. The leg was healed and as strong as ever. Her brief encounter with Adam nothing more than a bad memory. She was young, full of life and ready for one of the best summers of her life. She was determined to close the gap that had grown between her and Clark. She regretted the comment in the hospital about needing to stay away from him. She put it off to the drugs. He apparently had taken her seriously. Lana knew Clark was feeling guilty about the number of times interaction with him seemingly put her in danger. But he had always been there for her. She knew the risks of life and she accepted them. She truly didn't blame him for the incident with the horse. And the ensuing weeks of physical therapy had taught Lana something about herself. She was no longer the weak self-pitying child, whining for her long dead parents. True, she would continue to miss them as only a child would miss the parents who had been taken from her so young. But missing them and pining over something that could never be were two different things. Once again, she relished in the warmth of the sun and the clean clear air. The quick storm and ensuing sunshine had brought other creatures of the prairie out into the open. A Kansas rattlesnake lounged upon a rock, soaking up the warmth of the afternoon. The snake had no idea that he was about to meet Smallville High's most beautiful coed. Walking the horse slowly, gathering her thoughts and thoroughly enjoying the afternoon, Lana was absorbed in the day and her thoughts as the horse walked along, headed on a slow trip back toward the barn. The lounging snake was suddenly aware of the approaching horse. Becoming instantly aware of his surroundings, he waited without movement. The horse and rider were getting closer. In a split second a series of events occurred that would change Lana Lang's life forever. The rattlesnake sensed the impending rider and horse as danger and its tail began to send out a warning signal. The horse, being instinctively spooked by the sound of a rattler, reared. And Lana, holding loosely to the reins was sent flying unceremoniously to the ground. The hard landing knocked the breath out of her and her head hit a rock and knocked her unconscious. She lay unconscious on the ground as the horse's hooves came down perilously close to her head; its sharp hooves neatly severing the snake's head from its body. The scene played out in seconds. Within minutes, Lana began to regain consciousness. She awoke slowly. She became slowly aware of what had happened. She had briefly heard the rattle of the snake but could not react fast enough to keep from being thrown. She took inventory of her body. Her head hurt but that appeared to be all. She cautiously raised her hand to her head. She felt a bump, but no blood and nothing else hurt. Her leg was not pained. Her back felt fine. She decided she would attempt to sit up. Steeling herself against the pain she was expecting she sat up. No pain. She did, as a matter of fact, feel pretty good. Lana looked around at the scene before her. She saw the snake, its head neatly severed from its body. Good ol' Donetello, she thought. He was always there to protect her. Raising her gaze, she wondered where her horse was. The sight that greeted her eyes caused her to shake her head, trying to bring things back into focus. Standing there with her horse, watching her intently while he stroked the horse's nose, was a man. A larger than life man with long flowing white hair and beard stood looking back at her with the kindest eyes she had ever seen. His physical presence was surreal enough, but what was immediately striking was how he was dressed. He wore a robe with brilliant bright colors infused in the fabric. Each color appeared to shimmer, as if alive, into the next color. It was almost more than her brain could comprehend. He looked for the world like professor Dumbledore of Harry Potter fame. "I see the spill has left you none the worse for wear?" He said in a deep bass voice. Ok, Lana thought. Now my hallucinations speak to me. Hmmppff. Wonder if that's normal? "No, I am not a hallucination." He replied as if reading her mind. Getting slowly to her feet, Lana felt no fear or discomfort at the sudden appearance of this man. She walked slowly toward him testing her recently injured leg. Looking intently at this strangely dressed man, she said, "Sooo, who are you?" "My name is Morgan." He replied simply. Lana's mind was now in full gear. "Are we going to play twenty questions or are you simply going to tell me where you came from and why you're here?" Lana said matter of factly, her patience now wearing thin. She was NOT in the mood for games. She got enough games in her life from Clark. "I'm taking you on a journey of your life, Lana. Quite simply, it has been decreed that you need to know some things about your life and some people in it that is all very important to the safety of the world as you know it." "So, what is this? Am I dead or dying and this is the infamous flashing of one's life before one's eyes?" "No, no." Morgan assured her. "You are neither dead nor dying. Perhaps as our journey commences your questions will be answered. At any rate, we must be on our way." With a look skyward and a snap of his fingers, a white cloud formed and from that cloud came the most magnificent horse Lana had ever seen. Pegasus, the winged horse of mythology galloped smoothly through the air and landed, prancing proudly to where Morgan stood. With an ease that belied the man's looks, Morgan swung onto the horse's back. With a wave of his hand he motioned Lana to mount Donetello. With neither fear nor trepidation in her mind and heart, Lana mounted her horse and together the two rode off and up into the clouds. Riding smoothly beside the old gent in his flowing robes, her mind filled with questions. Surely she was unconscious and this was a figment of her fertile imagination. She was about to speak to him, when they were suddenly hovering over the bridge outside Smallville. Standing on the bridge was Clark Kent. Lana felt that telltale tingling of her body as she looked down on Clark standing there almost forlornly. Suddenly Lex's speeding car came into view. In the now familiar scene Lana witnesses the swerving car hitting Clark and then in a totally unfamiliar way, she follows the car and Clark's flying body off the bridge and into the water. She feels sudden panic that she is witnessing Clark's death, as she believes she is seeing the future. Morgan's hand touches her arm and she feels immediate calm. She can now clearly see the underwater scene as it unfolds. She sees that Clark is not hurt, in fact, he is ripping the top off the car in a show of complete strength and control. In seconds, he has Lex out of the car and laying on the riverside gasping for air. The horses gently wheel and ride once more into the clouds. Over the next several moments she is transported to scene after scene where Clark is involved in some in-human feat of heroics that usually involves saving someone's life. She even sees the scene in which she is buried alive and Clark saves her from the coffin of death. All this time she had thought Whitney had somehow showed up and pulled her from the coffin. With the witnessing of this event directly involving her, she the conclusion that she was seeing the past was solidified. The scenario continued for some time with Morgan taking Lana on a tour of events of the past. They centered on Clark and some of his extraordinary escapades; all of them showing some aspect of his abilities. She felt a pang of jealousy when she witnessed Clark's interaction with the female teacher during the fire at school that terrible hot day. The more Lana was exposed to these events of the past the more clear an understanding of Clark came into her mental focus. That is, assuming any of this was true. Finally after showing Lana the scene where Clark was placed into the oven by the local baseball heroes, Morgan reined Pegasus in and turned in the saddle to come face to face with his young charge. "Now, you're probably asking yourself what this is all about, I would imagine." When he spoke his deep resonant voice was tinged with an accent Lana couldn't quite identify. "To say the least." Quipped Lana. "Let's go grab a cup of coffee and I'll tell you what this little sojourn is all about." No sooner were the words out of his mouth, then Lana found herself sitting at an upstairs table in the Talon, a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of her. Morgan sat opposite her, watching her intently. "This world is in trouble, Lana. Violence, sex, killings, gangs. People are getting discouraged. The world needs... no... the world MUST have a hero. Someone they can look up to for safety and to give them confidence in the law enforcement people." Curiously noticing that no one was coming upstairs, Lana listened with most of her brain. The other part was toying with the scenes she had witnessed. "Though you are not specifically involved with this world-changing event, you are very INDIRECTLY involved. It's no secret how you feel about Clark. You've always sensed that he was holding back, that there were things he wasn't telling you." "How do you KNOW all of this?" She said plaintively. Once more the touch of Morgan's hand on her arm suppressed any feelings of concern, fear or dread. She simply relaxed and regarded his conversation with her as normal. "Yes, I always HAVE felt Clark was holding something back. And I always felt it was more than just some high school boy stuff." "I can show you the rest, Lana. But it may be painful for you!" Morgan said genuinely concerned. "I don't understand. Why will it be painful to me? Nothing you have shown me so far has been. In fact, it's all been very enlightening." "It will be painful to you only if you let it be. You see, to gain a full understanding of your boyfriend Clark, we have to take a trip further back in time to when the meteor rocks hit Smallville." He paused waiting for the affect to clearly take hold. Cocking her head to one side, Lana looked intently at her strange new friend. "So, I'll see my parents again?" she asked hopefully. "Yes, but you won't be able to interact with them. We will be there as observers. No interaction whatsoever." Lana shivered slightly, though the room was not particular chilly. Her desire to put the matters of dissent between her and Clark aside to see if the relationship really would work was almost overpowering. She loved him with her very soul. Her body literally ached because she had been away from him for so long. "Ok, if it's the only way. Then I can handle it." She said softly. "Very good. Get some sleep now and we'll pick this up in the morning." With those words, Morgan disappeared and Lana found herself in her bed waiting for sleep to come. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts in her head that maybe now she would be able to come to grips with her feelings for Clark. End Chapter One A couple of hours after the fall from the horse, phones around Smallville were ringing frantically. No one had seen Lana for hours. And she wasn't answering her cell phone. When she rode alone, she always took her cell phone in case something happened. One such phone call came in the late afternoon to Clark. "Clark, m' man." Pete's voice sounded light and joking, rather than concerned about Lana. "So, what are you and Lana up to?" he asked, kidding his friend. "What? What do you mean, Pete? I'm not with Lana." "You're not? Seriously, Clark. What are you guys doing?" "Pete! What's going on? Lana and I haven't been together for several days." "Oh, my god! Clark, Lana is missing. She went riding hours ago and no one has seen her and she's not answering her cell phone." In a split second, Clark was standing beside Pete outside the Talon. "Yikes!" exclaimed Pete. "I will NEVER get used to that. We need to get you a little bell so I know you're coming before you get here and scare the hell out of me." "So, what's going on?" Clark asked with concern. Pete explained the whole situation to Clark. And Clark told Pete he was going to look for Lana. Clark spent the next several hours searching the fields and meadows around Smallville that were Lana's favorite riding places. He searched to no avail. Later that night he and his mother and father were sitting at the kitchen table talking about the events of the day. It was agreed that Clark should continue looking into the night. Lana awoke several hours later, refreshed and somewhat amazed that her brain was accepting in stride all of this nonsense she now thought was a dream. Consequently she was somewhat startled when she saw Morgan sitting in a chair in the corner of her bedroom. Half naked in a nightie that left little to the imagination, she grabbed the nearest thing to her. As she wrapped the afghan around her lovely lithe form, she berated Morgan for being here in her bedroom. "Take no offense, Lovely Lana. You are among the most beautiful women I have seen in my travels, but I do not have the time to properly introduce you to your sexuality this trip. So be off with you. Take your shower and let's get going. We have lots to do if we are to finish up today." A glimmer of hope ran through Lana. So she would finally find out why Clark was always so Clark-like. Thirty minutes later, Morgan and Lana sat astride their horses. Lana waited for Morgan's instructions. "I thought I'd show you some other interesting things before we take in the scene on the day of the meteor shower." With that he wheeled and rode off. What Lana saw next was a now all too familiar scene; Chloe's house. Suddenly they had a clear view of Chloe's bedroom and a VERY clear view of Chloe Sullivan. She was lying on the bed, naked as she could be with one hand pumping furiously at her pussy. A couple of fingers of that hand were inside her. Lana put her hand to her mouth and gasped. Morgan looked at her with a slight smile on her face. Chloe's big teen aged breasts were trembling as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly she screamed out loud. "Oh, God, Lana. Eat my sweet pussy. Oh.......Oh...yeeesssssss. Lick me, baby. Eat me up!!!!" Lana was shocked. She had known that Chloe was fond of her, but to see her now laying on the bed fingering herself to orgasm, calling Lana's name was a shock indeed. Chloe continued to masturbate, with each stroke calling out to the imaginary Lana to give her pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her as she thanked her imaginary lover again and again. Lana Lang Meets the Wizard of Oz Lana was speechless. Morgan reached over once more and touched Lana on the arm. Lana again felt relaxed and accepting of the scene before her. "She's not gay, Lana. She's bi. She loves women as much as she loves men. It's her nature. Don't prejudge her. She has never let you know she desires you and she never will." He spurred his horse and off they rode once more. This stop found them out at lover's lane. Pete was there with a pretty little black girl he had been dating. Lana wasn't even sure of her name. But at the moment she had her pretty little face buried in Pete's lap, with his cock obviously down her throat. Pete held her head and moaned quietly. Just as his cum was about to spurt out into the young girl's mouth, he breathed a half heard sigh. "Oh, god. Chloe!! Eat my cum, you sweet slut." The girl was either too busy or too distracted to hear him mutter another's name. But Lana heard it all too clearly. "Yep!" replied Morgan matter of factly. "Pete's had the hots for Chloe for a long long time. And someone...." He said as he tilted his head toward Lana, "needs to get them together. It is meant to be." Riding away again, they ended up right back at Chloe's. This time as she lay naked on her bed, she had a rather large vibrator shoved in her teenaged pussy. The scene repeated itself similar to the first one, only this time the object of Chloe's lust as Pete himself. "Now I think you know why I let you know this about these two. They are meant to be together, but they also can't seem to manage that on their own. The Elders think you should help make that happen." Lana did not respond, only looked at Morgan with wide eyes. "Lana, We're going to be going back to the day of the meteor shower now. Are you ready?" "Ye...Yes. Let's go." She said with resolve. Her mind was still reeling a little from the morning's encounters. Her two good friends each wanted the other and neither had the nerve to act on it. She found that situation most interesting. Within minutes they were at that fateful day when Smallville was hit by the meteors. Instead of being in town, however, they were following a pick up truck down the highway. Lana didn't recognize it immediately. Then the meteor struck that caused the chain of events to unfold that left the Kent pickup upside down in the ditch. Lana visibly trembled. Then she saw that other object come barreling out of the sky. It looked like a small spaceship of some sort. It crashed to earth in the vicinity of the Kent's' truck. Hovering above the action, she watched as a small boy climbed out of the craft. He appeared to be unhurt as he made his way over to the pickup. She could see him peering into the window of the truck. He then walked over to it, took hold of one side of the bed and flipped the truck like so much tissue paper back onto it's wheels. She watched open mouthed as Jonathan Kent crawled out from the wreckage and went around to free Martha. The little boy stood and watched without showing any signs of fear. Martha grabbed a blanket and wrapped the boy up and the couple began to walk away from the wreck. Lana had just witnessed the "birth" of Clark Kent. But she wasn't sure she understood. "Wha...what just happened?" she asked Morgan. "You have just seen the real adoption of Clark Kent, Lana." "You mean he...he's from outer space?" Lana squealed? She wasn't sure what she felt. But a flood of understanding suddenly was upon her like a raging river. This newly found information gave light to so many of the emotions that Clark was struggling with. The reason why he always acted as if the meteor shower was his fault, his constant disappearances, his secretiveness; it all made sense now. Just as quickly she was flooded with two other emotions. One was guilt for never giving Clark a solid foundation with her so that he could share this with her. The other was unfaltering love. With everything in perspective, she now saw Clark in a different light. "Lana." Morgan interrupted her reverie. "As a special favor, I can take you back to yesterday. The last day you spent with your parents before they....before the meteor shower. Would you like that?" "No, Morgan." She said hesitantly. "I have my memories of my parents and I don't want to dwell on that." With those words, she found herself once more sitting on the ground looking up at the man with the flowing white hair and beard and wonderfully color infused robe. She was in the exact spot where Donetello threw her. "So, what does all this new found knowledge mean to me, Morgan? Am I supposed to go running to Clark and tell him I know about him? And what about Chloe and Pete?" "How you choose to handle this knowledge is up to you." Morgan knelt so he was eye to eye with her. "But I'll tell you this. Clark Kent is very close to giving up on trying to help the world. When the incidents surrounding you became so hazardous to you he began to think that maybe he should just bury who he is and try to live a normal a life as he can. But the world needs him, Lana. And you can help him evolve into the man he needs to become. He needs to have someone he can count on and love. And you are that someone, Lana. The rest is up to you. I'll drop in on you often. In fact, if you need me all you have to do it press this between your thumb and forefinger." He handed her a necklace with a beautiful stone inset on the chain. It resembled his robe. The colors were constantly changing as if fused and continually moving within the stone. She put it in the pocket of her jeans as she stood up. She moved closer to Morgan. He put his hand on her arm once more and she was flooded with feelings that she could and would do this task set before her. "Thank you." She said softly, stepping up to him, raising herself onto her tiptoes and kissing him softly on the cheek. With a wave of his hand, Pegasus flew off into the clouds. She watched the horse fly out of sight. When she looked back toward Morgan, he was nowhere to be seen. Warm hands embracing her face, a soft soothing voice calling her name were the two things she was conscious of next. She slowly opened her eyes and stared into the obviously worried face of one Clark Kent. Reaching up to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. "Oh my god, Clark. I am soooo sorry." She said between choking sobs. Clark had searched almost 22 hours straight. He knew he had been at this very place at least twice in the last 22 hours. But he had not seen Lana lying on the ground. That is until this last visit. She was sobbing over and over again how sorry she was. For what, he didn't know. He stroked her back and soothed her, but let her cry out her feelings. He thought that perhaps she was sorry that she'd been thrown. After several minutes, Lana got her emotions under control. It felt so good to be in Clark's arms. "Are you hurt?" he asked as she calmed down a bit. "No, No, I'm fine. Just please help me up." She said. "Lana, what happened?" Clark asked as he helped her to her feet. "Donetello was spooked by a rattler. When he reared I was caught off guard and fell. Hit my head I suppose. Oh my god, Clark what time is it. How long have I been out here?" she asked. "It's 3 o'clock." "What do you mean it's three o'clock. We didn't leave the old smokehouse after the storm until almost 3:45." She was beginning to be confused. "It's three o'clock on Thursday afternoon, Lana. I got a call about 4:30 yesterday telling me you were missing. I've been looking for you everywhere since then. Donetello showed up at the barn about five or so. He's fine, however." Both young people were suddenly aware of the sound of an engine coming closer and closer. Looking around, they saw the Kent family pickup coming toward them with Jonathan Kent behind the wheel. Sliding the truck to a halt in a most unnerving way, especially for staid conservative Jonathan, he leapt out of the pick up and in three strides was face to face with Lana. "My God, girl!" He exclaimed. "Clark's been looking for you everywhere. And so has half the town. Chloe is worried sick about you and Pete ... well you know Pete." Lana was surprised. Jonathan Kent had always been nice and polite to her, but never shown any particular familiarity toward her. She was about to be even more surprised. He reached out and grabbed her and pulled her to him in a very uncharacteristic gesture of affection. "We've all been worried sick. Especially when Donetello came home alone." As if suddenly recognizing that he was displaying affection for this lovely young girl, he held her at arm's length and attempted to change the subject. "You are alright?" he asked. "I'm fine, you guys." She exclaimed. She suddenly felt very wanted and content. And she knew that the next few days of her life would determine her happiness for a long time to come. "Now, would my two knights in shining armor please take the lady home and feed her. I am rather hungry." She stepped between the two and locked arms with each as they lead her to the truck. Snuggled in the front seat between Clark and his father, she thought over what she perceived to be the events of two days of her life. They arrived at the Kent farm and Martha was preparing food for her arrival. As the men left to go do farm chores the two women sat at the table as Lana ate like she hadn't eaten in a couple of days. When she was finished she asked Martha if she could take a shower. As she was showering, Chloe showed up with fresh clothes and some personal articles for Lana. As Lana dressed, Chloe sat on the bed watching her as girls do. Lana dressed quickly, now feeling somewhat shy in front of her friend. "Chloe, Why don't you ask Pete to the barn dance this weekend." Lana said casually. "Oh, he'll be there anyway." Flipped Chloe. "I know. But why not ask him to take you. Who knows, maybe you two have more in common than you think." Lana pushed. "Since when does Lana Lang care about who I date?" Chloe kidded. "I just think there might be something between you two worth exploring, that's all." Lana said, trying to sound off handed. "Speaking of things in common. Why don't YOU ask Clark to take you? In fact, I'll ask Pete if you ask Clark. It's not like we won't all be together when we get there anyway." "Ok, deal." Lana agreed. Chloe's intuition popped into play. She became immediately suspicious of Lana's quickness to agree. But she DID have the hots for Pete and so she played along. Excusing herself, Chloe left, leaving Lana alone in the house. It was time to test this "dream" she'd had. At this point she was convinced it was a dream and nothing more. However, she did want to find some thread of truth to see if the dream was real. She knew she couldn't just come right out and ask Clark. Chloe had brought her clean clothes. Once she was dressed, she reached for her dirty clothes to fold them so she could take them home. She felt something in the pocket of the jeans. Reaching into the pocket she found the necklace that Morgan had given her in her dream. Pulling it out, she looked at it intently. Perhaps all that had happened to her wasn't a dream. She slipped the necklace around her neck. The colors danced through the stone like a magical wave of a rainbow. Dressed in a short skirt, heels and a tight top, Lana headed to the barn with a determined stride. She found Clark standing at the window of the loft, staring out at the horizon. She now knew exactly what she would have to do. "Knock, knock." She said lightly. "Lana." Lana walked across the space between them and stood in front of Clark. Clark looked down on the beauty before him, and his heart began to race. She always did this to him, even since she quit wearing the Kryptonite necklace. On her way through the kitchen, she had quickly slipped a kitchen knife into her hand. Now, inches away from Clark, a plan was being devised in her mind. "Are you feeling better?" He asked. "Hmmm....yes, thanks. Your mom's cooking has always hit the spot. I didn't realize how hungry I was." She fingered the knife behind her, positioning it to strike. Without warning she stepped toward Clark and slashed the knife across his arm. The blade shattered and clinked in pieces to the floor. "Lana!!!!!" Clark yelled. Stepping back, she looked at Clark. "All right Clark. It's time. I've told you that I would stand behind you whatever. I love you and I think it's high time you told me the truth about Clark Kent." "I... I don't know what you mean, Lana." "Cut the BS, Clark. I just slashed you with a knife and it didn't even break the skin. The blade shattered like so much glass. I know more than you think, Clark. And it's time to either put up or shut up." Clark was quickly reaching the point where he was giving up. The determination in Lana's eyes was apparent. So he walked to the couch, sat down and began to tell her his story. She leaned against the windowsill and listened raptly. He actually told her most of the truth. When he was done, he ended with a simple statement. "I've never told you, even though I have wanted to many times, because Dad felt it would put you in danger." "Put me in danger. Ha! It seems to me I've been put in harm's way without knowing all this before. So what's the difference? Anyway, that's all water under the bridge now, isn't it." She decided to tell Clark about her visit from Morgan. She gave him all the details; expect the personal ones involving Pete and Chloe. "So you see, I had to know if this was a dream or a vision. It obviously wasn't a dream. Now we need to do something about it, Clark. Morgan said that the world needed you and that you could not... must not... go into hiding. We need to come up with a plan to expose you and your powers to the world and let the Clark Kent we all know and love to exist, also." "And how do you propose to do that, Lana? I'm not sure I can disguise myself that well." Frustrated and in a very giving mood, Lana walked over to the couch and sat down beside Clark. Leaning into him, she pressed both hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into her for a kiss. Her lovely full lips pressed into his as one hand went to the back of his head. Her tongue slipped between his lips and for long minutes their tongues intertwined as their passion rose. She pressed her lithe young body to his, feeling his hard muscled chest, one of her legs across his thigh. The kiss affected her as they always did. In seconds she was panting and her nipples poked provocatively out from her shirt. Clark encircled her petite body with his arms. It felt good to finally get this rift between them over. He gave himself in to the emotions he had been feeling for years for this elfin beauty. His hands roamed her back and felt the heat from her. Slipping his hands down to her waist, he lifted her like a feather and sat her straddling his hips. Hands on his shoulders she looked into his eyes. "I love you, Clark. You're my superman. I've known for a long time that I wanted you. Now, there are no barriers. I will protect your secrets to the death." Clark was overwhelmed with love and devotion for this tiny princess. She stood up and began to undo the zipper on her skirt. In seconds she was standing before the man she loved with all her heart in her panties and bra. Without a second's hesitation, she removed the last vestments hiding her teenaged charms. It seemed so natural. "Oh my god. You are so beautiful." Moaned Clark. He stood and began to divest himself of his clothing. At super speed it didn't take long for him to become naked with her. She looked between his legs and gasped. He was not huge, but to Lana, seeing her first hard cock, he was formidable. At seven and a half inches he was no schlock. "My god, Clark. You're huge! Why didn't you tell me?" "Yeah, right. What did you want me to do? Do an announcement over the school's PA , 'oh, by the way, Lana, I'm hung like a horse?" Giggling, Lana walked over to him, pressed her tiny hot hands into his chest and pushed him onto the couch. She deftly sat her petite little form atop his cock. It nudged her flooding pussy lips. "Oh my God. I never thought I'd do this before marriage, but I HAVE to have you in me...NOW~!!!!!!" In one hard push, she pushed Clark's cock into her steaming pussy. Though she'd lost her hymen long ago riding horses, her tight virginal pussy was unused to such girth and length. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed in total ecstasy. Clark's hands found her petite little tits and he squeezed them sensuously, kneading her hot flesh with his strong hands. He found her nipples and tweaked them between his thumb and forefingers. She was mad with lust. She had longed dreamed of giving herself to Clark, but always had the schoolgirl thoughts of a wedding and the marriage bed. Right now she was so driven by their newly found intimacy that having sex with him not only seemed right, but totally natural. Driven by their long subdued passion, it didn't take long for Lana to feel the beginnings of her first climax with a man. She began rotate her hips with more and more purpose, driving both herself and Clark to the inevitable end. Clark was enjoying both the feel and the site of this petite little exotic beauty driving his hard cock deep into her tight little body. She was totally lost in her lust. Bouncing furiously up and down on his shaft, the petite little beauty squealed out her orgasm, flooding Clark's cock and balls with her liquid fire. Clark let her ride through her own climax, just enjoying the feel of her on and near him. It seems, he learned, that kryptonians could control their own climaxes when the need arose. Lana grunted and whimpered as her own orgasm washed over her. She slumped forward; Clark's cock still in her tight little pussy and lay atop his chest. In a couple of minutes, she stirred. She realized Clark had not orgasmed yet and she immediately began to feel guilty. "Oh, God, Clark. I'm so sorry. You haven't cum yet." She raised her petite form and dropped to her knees between his well-muscled legs. "I can't risk getting pregnant, Clark. So please, let me do this for you." She said as one hand went to his shaft. It was slick with her own cum and it felt hot and hard to her touch. Her little pink tongue came out and licked the shaft. She tasted herself for the first time. She moaned softly as she licked up her own hot juices. Clark watched in awe as pretty pristine little Lana licked and lapped at his hard cock. He would never have expected this. Opening her pretty mouth she let the head of his cock slip past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue licked at the head inside her mouth. His precum oozed out of the tip and inundated Lana's taste buds. She couldn't believe she had never done this. She was in heaven. Her little hairless pussy was dripping her juices down her thighs and onto the floor. Looking up at Clark, her pussy twitched as she saw the look of pure lust and unconditional love in his eyes. Steeling herself for what she was about to attempt she pushed her body forward with her toes and rocked into Clark's body. His huge cock bumped the back of her throat. Pushing herself harder, she gagged as the head popped passed the ring of her throat and entered her esophagus. She had almost half of this wonderful man meat in her little choking mouth. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She struggled, determined to take him as deep as she could. After several strokes back and forth, allowing the head deeper in her throat each time, she finally succeeded in taking the entire length. Her cute little nose was pressed against his tummy, and her chin was massaging his balls. Lana Lang Meets the Wizard of Oz Clark was beside himself with passion and lust. This naked little nymph on her knees with his cock buried deep in her throat was driving him close to insanity. He fought the impulse to slam fuck her mouth. He knew it wouldn't be long until she tasted her first male seed. "Oh, my god!!!!!!!!!!!" he exclaimed as the first enormous gush of cum shot out of the head of his cock like a liquid bullet. Lana's eyes snapped wide as her mouth was swamped with his cum. She struggled to swallow every precious drop. The age-old instincts of the slut took over and she swallowed the hot slimy stuff down into her tummy. She felt so wicked and wanton...and so very good as she drank down Clark's liquid offering. As he continued to shoot gush after gush of hot cum into Lana's mouth, she begin to feel the telltale tingle in her pussy once more. His grunts and moans in her ear acted as a catalyst to send her over the edge once more. The moaned out another climax with Clark's cock stuffed in her eager throat. Her pussy literally shot her female liquid onto the floor between her wide spread legs. As Clark's climax slowed, Lana continued to lick and nurse on his cock. She had watched his eyes all the while he was shooting into her mouth. She mewled softly as she took his cock out of her mouth and proceeded to lick his balls and perineum clean of their juices. When she was done, she lay her head on his thigh and looked up at him with eyes filled with love and lust. They stay like that for several minutes. Clark stroking her hair, Lana looking up at him like a satisfied little kitten. A sound outside snapped them back to reality. Jumping up, they both hurried to dress. Lana sat on the couch and Clark stood at the window looking out over the Kansas prairie. Whatever the sound, it was nothing that they needed to worry about. They stayed together the rest of that afternoon. Lana told Clark some more of the details of her adventure with Morgan. They talked long and deep about Clark's future on this planet and Lana's plans for them. Not once during the conversation was there a hint that they would not stay together. -----------end chapter 2----------- Early the next morning, Lana was at the Talon beginning her day. The first day of Lana's life when she was no longer the naïve little school girl. She felt more alive and more in control of her life than ever before. She was upstairs, before the opening cleaning the apartment used by Adam when another life changing event took place. She had placed discarded items and trash in a box as she cleaned. She now took the box and headed to the stairs to take it out back and begin the opening procedure for the shop. As she walked to the top of the stairs, she tripped and fell head long down the stairs. It was a crashing fall. Once at the bottom of the stairs, splayed out on the floor, Lana was still conscious. In fact, she was quite scared. She was unable to feel any pain. She knew the fall was bad. She should have had, at the very least, a broken arm or leg. And she knew very well she should hurt. She felt no pain as she lay there scared to move. Lana very slowly lifted one hand to the necklace around her neck. She winced with the thought that she would feel pain. She felt none as she rubbed the pendant on the necklace. Suddenly Morgan was standing over her looking down at her. "Lana." He simply said. He reached his hand out and down for her. She tentatively took his hand and he helped her to her feet. "You don't seem any worse for the wear." He said to her. "I.... Don't ... do I?" she said brushing herself off. "That was a nasty fall. I'm surprised you weren't hurt." "Uh ... Yea ... I wasn't hurt." Lana said genuinely not understanding what had just occurred. "Lana." Morgan said as he led her to a table. "The consensus of opinion is that the ingestion of male kryptonian semen has given you certain. ...Uh.... Shall we say... a certain invulnerability." Staring at Morgan in shock, Lana's eyes widened. "What do you mean...'consensus of opinion'?" "The powers that be feel that there was a transference of some sort when you ... swallowed Clark's semen yesterday." "You mean YOU know?????" she screamed. "We know all, Lana. And there is nothing to be alarmed about. It's not like we watched." Morgan said indignantly. "So, is this permanent? Does it last? What ... " Lana stammered. "No one knows, Lana. No one has ever had sex with a kryptonian before. You're embarking on un-chartered territory. I'm sorry we don't have an answer." Lana was both giddy with the thought of her new "power" and a little scared at the prospects of what might happen if it faded. She and Morgan talked a bit longer and he took his leave. Lana was far too excited to spend the day in the Talon so she left and headed out to the Kent Farm. Lana knew that this opened a whole new world for her and Clark. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism put in place by Clark's ancestors to prevent the loved ones of a Kryptonian from being used as a pawn in some deadly game. She didn't know, but was anxious to tell Clark about this new development. Of course, that is a whole other story. * * * * * © copyright Vern Hoops, 2004