End: Blaze Cocoons Lois

Things...faded. Lois Lane felt listless and full, but she saw the color drain from the walls, which became rough and wet. The sound of water trickled on stone. The bed beneath her body become a soft, spongy mass of shredded grass and plants, damp and sickly-sweet. Not a mattress, but something like...a nest.

The reporter lifted her head and saw that she was in a kind of cavern. The only light were black candles, held in the hands of robed acolytes. Lois couldn't see their eyes, but she could count four of them...

Blaze's cock slid out of the reporter. All semblance of human form had faded now. The limbs were long and red. The ovipositor drooled over the reporter's leg. Lois felt the forelimbs haul her up so that her hands pressed near the ceiling...and then the demon coughed, and something warm and sticky gobbed out...and Lois almost screamed as she felt her body's whole weight, distended abdomen stuffed full of eggs and all, hang from her wrists.

The robed figures moved. They were women, Lois was sure of that...and the reporter looked around, searching for some source of help.

How long have I been here? Lois wondered. Was it all a dream, an illusion? No, my belly is so full, so heavy...that part is real...

Blaze was moving around her. Lois could feel the ovipositor, or something wet and sticky, slide around her ankles. It left a nasty film. Instinctively, Lois tried to kick it away...and then realized, to her growing horror, that she couldn't move her ankles. The film was too strong, too sticky. It was like trying to tear apart duct tape...and the strange, inhuman crimson figure continued to scuttle around her the scarlet talons finding claw-holds in ceiling and wall...and Lois could feel the thin film wrap around her legs, slowly but surely, drying and setting quickly...and Lois realized, before it got up to her knees, what was happening.

She was being cocooned.

"Wait!" Lois gasped to the demon. "Please! You don't have to do this!"

"Don't worry, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "It won't be for long. Just until our eggs are ready to hatch. You'll just have to...hang around until then."

Lois Lane responded by trying to twist her body as far as she could...but it seemed hopeless. The glob of glue around her hands had already dried, trapping her fingers. She could kick her legs a bit, but even that was increasingly limited, as the demon continued her slow wrapping. The reporter felt panic raise within her as Blaze's spinnerette or whatever it was slid across her upper thighs.

"Help! Someone! Anyone! SUPERMAN!"

The acolytes stared at Lois, utterly unmoved by her cries. The echoes of her pleas came back to the reporter. They were deep beneath the Earth, and even if Superman could hear her, there was no guarantee he could get there in time...

Blaze grabbed the reporter's legs with her feet, and hauled the reporter until Lois Lane's toes touched the ceiling. There was a cough, and then a familiar sticky wetness as her feet were glued in place, so that Lois Lane hung with her belly pointing downwards. The reporter shook herself futilely as the crimson body crawled around her.

From this vantage, Lois could actually ass that what was wrapping around her was a grey-black thread, spewed out of a bright red organ that pressed itself out of the demon's anus. Like a great spider, webbing up a trapped fly, the threads wound around and around...

But no, that's not right, Lois thought. Spiders use their limbs to spin the prey, right? This is just...so weird...

For perhaps the first time in her life, Lois Lane wished she knew more of demons. Especially their reproductive habits. Unfortunately for her, she had a feeling that she was learning about such things at first hand.

Blaze dragged her ass across the swollen stomach...around the reporter's back. The smell hit Lois as the crimson buttocks slid across her breasts. Like rubber cement; unnatural, a heady chemical odor, with a strange spicy aftertaste like cardamom and cinnamon. The fumes from the drying goo made Lois light-headed, and she found her head sagging as the crimson buttocks with its spinnerette slid over the top of her chest...and then it ran across her face...

She had the presence of mind to close her mouth, as the fast-drying liquid slid across her lower face...and her eyes, on the next part. The air grew close as she wiggled weakly in her cocoon as Blaze moved over her naked arms. Until, in very few moments, the reporter could not feel a single exposed piece of skin.

Something hard burrowed through the layers , and Lois found she could breathe. Not scream, or see, or hear anything except her own heartbeat. She was alive...stuffed full of the demon's eggs...held suspended in a cocoon above the demon's nest, her bloated belly stuffed with eggs...and that was how Lois Lane's night out ended. Her mind racked itself, reviewing everything that had happened to her, everything she had learned or failed to learn...and wondering what would become of her. Would she hang her until it was time for the eggs to be laid? Or would they simply hatch and eat their way out of her?

Would anyone save the Daily Planet's greatest reporter?

Questions that would have to wait for another story...for as the dawn rose, and the acolytes filed out of the cavern, leaving Lois Lane to her gestation, the story of her night out was at an end.