Continue The Investigation

With her orgasm came mental clarity. Lois still wasn't sure how she had a cock, and a part of her was slightly appalled that she had actually ejaculated inside herself—remembering that she wasn't actually on birth control right now—but she still had a job to do.

"Okay. So we have a cult operating down here, and they have at least some mojo," the reporter said as she pulled her pants up, not even trying to hide her cock anymore. "So, let's go check it out."

"We?" squeaked Rat. "Lady, I just saw you grow a dick and fuck yourself with it. I should be running for the hills."

Lois snorted. "Please. This is a walking wet dream for you. Bet you discovered dickgirl porn shortly after you started jerking it to Sailor Moon."

The goth opened his mouth...and then quickly shut it. He looked flustered.

"So. Cult." She prompted. "The Black Door. Show me."

Reluctantly, Rat led on...down the hallway, around a corner. Lois saw that they were at the entrance to some kind of underground parking garage, a freight elevator on the left, and on the right...a slab of darkness, eerily and precisely rectangular, which seemed to drink the light.

There was graffiti around it. Weird, crude stuff somewhere between cave paintings and H. R. Giger. Lois noticed a lot of figures which combined male and female genitalia, men and women with bloated bellies defined by great black spirals...

The shirtless goth led Lois up to the patch of darkness and reached out a hand to rap on it. A moment before he made contact, a square of light appeared in it, quickly shadowed by a pair of eyes. It seemed to stare through them.

"What do you breeders want?" The voice was of ambiguous sexuality—deep like a female bodybuilder.

"We've been to the shrine," Lois said, stepping forward. She tried to project confidence. The reporter tried to remember what Rat had told her back in the club, and ignore the trickle of semen running down the inside of her left leg. "We'd like to pay our respects to the Lady."

The eyes narrowed.

"You made an offering?"

Lois pulled down her pants, displaying the base of her soft cock.

"I received her blessing."

The light winked out. Rat rubbed his hands on his pants.

"Heard some stories," he muttered. Lois noticed his forehead covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. "Never actually been inside before."

Silently, swiftly, the Black Door opened. Lois caught a glimpse of the eyes, attached to a creature of ambiguous sexuality. Like a linebacker in a tube-top, breasts indistinguishable from overgrown pecs, muscles clearly defined with spray-tan like a bodybuilder preparing for competition, hair close-cropped to their head, bright pink lipstick, a distinctive bulge in their trousers. Beyond the doorguard, Lois caught a glimpse of topless women, a glass-topped bar, some kind of disco-ball lighting.

"You will now," Lois said, grabbing the goth's shoulder and pushing him on ahead.

The guard held up a hand. "The Lady will see you. But this is your first time. You got to learn the rules."