End: A Parallel Universe Lois Lane's Pussy

A concerned look crossed the scarlet succubus' face, which was currently pressed tight against the reporter's midsection. Her lips bent into a scowl, the brow between the dark horns furrowed...and then Lois felt an unexpected wrenching deep within her as the demon pulled...and pulled...until her elbow came back into view, and then her forearm...her wrist...and finally her hand, the knobby joints stretching Lois Lane's cunny deliciously...

...but that hand grasped another, almost identical hand.

The red arm was nearly identical to Blaze's, except that the nails were painted pink. Lois Lane blinked, not sure she was really seeing what was before her...because it looked very much like two demonic arms were caught in a contest of strength, pushing and pulling through her cunny.

"Blaze. Darling. Honey. Sweetheart. Lover," Lois said. "Isn't that your arm?"

"Does it fucking look like I have three arms?" Blaze growled.

"I mean, does it look like the arm of a you from another universe?" Lois said, quite sure in that moment that no-one had ever written or spoken that exact sequence of words before.

"I mean...maybe..." Blaze thought.

"What are the odds," Lois said, "that another Blaze in another universe did the exact same bit of magic, and the other end of this portal opens in some other Lois Lane's pussy?"

"I..." Blaze chewed her lip. The wrestling contest subsided a bit. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask."

Which they did. Lois Lane laid down on the desk, her legs wide apart, so that Blaze could press her lips against the pregnant reporter's vagina and yell into it like an old-fashioned telephone. It gave the reporter time to reflect on things.

Is this what my life has become? The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, and I'm knocked up after a one-night stand and now my pussy is an interdimensional telephone? Is that what I'm going to be from now on?

Fortunately, the answer was "no."

"Okay, we think we can fix this," Blaze said. There was, now that Lois knew to listen for it, a tinny echo of the demon's voice coming from the reporter's pussy.

"Good," Lois said, and heard the disconcerting echo of her own voice from down below.

"There might be some side effects," Blaze said.

"What kind of side effects?" Again, that strange echo.

"Trust me," the Blazes said...and the Loises gave identical sighs as they knew they didn't have much choice.

Blaze slid her hand back into the reporter's pussy...and this time, Lois felt another hand coming from the other direction. It was weird, and not a little uncomfortable as the two hands passed each other. The pink-painted nails of the other Blaze grabbed a hold of the reporter's labia, and Lois squirmed as her poor pussy was stuffed beyond anything she had experienced.

"On three," the Blazes said. "One...two..."

Thunder crashed. Black lightning burst from the reporter's crotch. For a split-second, Lois Lane experienced an utterly surreal moment. As if her whole being was just a circle and she viewed herself, her other self, the other Lois, as simply a single vagina with two bodies, joined at that monstrous gaping gate...and then they were torn apart, pulled inside out, and the reporter's cunt stretched and all of her was folded up inside the inside-out cunny, like a flower un-blooming, and...

Lois blinked as Blaze pulled her hand out of her vagina.

"There you go, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Good as new."

The reporter laid a hand on her swollen stomach, eyed her lactating tits.

"How about a celebratory fuck?" Blaze said brightly...and Lois, dazed and confused by her multiversal translation, simply nodded.

It wasn't until she was bent back on the desk, the demon's dick inside of her sore pussy, those hot lips suckling on her teat, that Lois realized that Blaze's fingernails were painted pink...and the reporter sighed and moaned, knowing that while her night out might be over, she wasn't quite home yet.

But that is another story.