A Demonic Transformation

They stayed like that for a long minute, Lois gently fingering the redhead's asshole as Lana leaned back into her, gently moaning and gasping. It had been a night of firsts for both of them.

The reporter was finger-deep in Lana's rectum when she noticed something odd about her friend...a single long black hair, in the midst of the carrot-top's red locks. With her free hand, Lois picked it out...definitely black, as dark as Lois' own.

She frowned. Lana was a natural redhead. Lois knew that—had even seen the pubic hair. So how...

"Is something wrong, Lois?" Lana was staring straight ahead, away from the reporter.

"Nothing," the reporter let the black hair fall.

"Are you sure?" Lana went to turn her head—and it kept turning, twisting around as vertebrae cracked, skin bunching unnaturally until those pale blue eyes stared into Lois' own violet orbs, and obscene smile splitting the face.

Lois recoiled—pulling her finger out of the reporter's butt and backing away, scooting backwards on the bathroom floor on all fours.

That face! It was not an expression that Lois had ever seen on Lana before, the muscles twisted into something almost inhuman.

"Lana" never took her eyes off Lois. There was a series of cracks as her arms stiffly extended above her head—and then twisted backwards so that the palms touched the floor, her nails clacking on the tile. The red hair was shot through with streaks of black now, and the reporter could just make out the mounds of Lana's breasts as the thing arched itself onto all fours, and began to "walk" toward Lois, fingers creeping along the floor, nails clack-clack-clacking...

It was a grotesque sight...the grinning face on the twisted neck, the arms and legs moving in an inhuman quadrupedal manner.

"What...what are you?" Lois gasped, scanning about for any kind of weapon...but there was nothing. Worse luck, the only exit to the bathroom was the way she had come in—straight past the thing.

"Such fear in your voice, Lois." A long, purple tongue extended from the creature's mouth, and the pale skin was blotching, blossoms of dark red appearing from underneath. "We were having such fun a moment ago."

The tip of the tongue began to split apart. Lois watched in terrible fascination as it bifurcated down the middle, spurting drops of dark blood onto the floor, but the two halves moved independently as the "seam" disappeared into her mouth.

"Let's play some more." The voice was thick, like two women talking at once; the foremost Lois recognized as Lana's voice, but the other was startlingly different—husky, deep, with a touch of a Mediterranean accent.