A/N: Here's number 2

Costumes

"I told you Smallville, I lost a bet." Lois explained for the umpteenth time. The two unofficial partners were currently cramped in a small copy room. The Daily Planet was having a Costume Halloween party upstairs and 'Monster Mash' could be heard blaring through the paper-thin walls.

"I get that part," Clark replied, feeling ridiculous. "What I don't understand is, if you lost the bet why am I paying for it?"

"You're not! Think of it more as sympathy pains." She smiled.

"Then why do I have to be the back end?" He asked, glowering.

Lois shifted her horse head from one arm to the other and smirked at him, "I thought that was obvious."

Clark glared at her. "Oh, har. Har. Har. I'm doing you a favor and you're-"

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, Smallville. I was just joking. Lighten up."

"You owe me for this." He said, re-adjusting the straps of the costume on his shoulders.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with." She said, bending over.

Clark opened his mouth to retort, but upon seeing Lois's perfectly shaped thighs and butt outlined in tight spandex, his throat went dry and he couldn't remember how to speak at the moment.

Maybe. Just this once- being the back end of a horse was actually a good thing.

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A/N: You know what to do. Don't make me beg. Please and Thank you.