End: ERROR

The reporter's smile faded into a frown. The percentage had disappeared, replaced by great yellow ERROR letters.

"The hell?" Lois Lane said aloud unconsciously. "Did I knock her up or not?"

"What?" Lana Lang said, her pussy still squeezing the reporter's cock. "Were you actually trying to get me pregnant?"

The redhead turned, and Lois couldn't read the expression on her face. Lana Lang was flustered, red hair falling over one blue eye, the other dilated...Lois could read excitement, satiation, hints of shock, fear...it was like staring into the woman's naked soul.

Yet before the reporter could answer, the roof peeled off. A roar like the clap of thunder shook the heavens. Then the screaming began.

Lois and Lana were on the scene as the Justice League battled Blaze. By the time the conflict was over, the club was a smoking ruin, and the rain had started. Woman and dickgirl watched as the caped heroes flew off, a crimson figure bound in an emerald sphere hauled by the Green Lanterns."So, that happened," Lana said. She slid her arm under Lois Lane's. "Now, back to what we were talking about..."

So the reporter told her about the DMN app, and the percentage chance that Lana was pregnant...the sort of breeding madness that had come over her...and showed her the error message.

"So...what does that mean?" Lana said, as they slid into a cab. Lois gave directions to her apartment.

"I think...that the supernatural menace that the Justice League was fighting was behind the magical genitalia-switching app," Lois said. "And either it was influencing us both to be slutty, or we were both horribly repressed sexually and finally found an outlet in each other's bodies. Now the demon or whatever is gone, so the DMN app has stopped working."

"But you still have it, right?" Lana said, and reached out to grab the reporter's thigh. Lois winced as the small, warm hand squeezed her cock.

"Yeah..." Lois said. "We should probably get that checked out. Make sure I don't have a demonic parasite attached to my body. Or that you're not going to go full Dunwich Horror on us."

Lana Lang made a face.

"H. P. Lovecraft," the tired reporter said.

"I'm aware," Lana said, and let her free hand rest on her stomach, the other still on Lois Lane's thigh. "But wouldn't Rosemary's Baby be more accurate? I mean, unless it's twins."

"Oh, did you want me to fill you with twins?" Lois said dryly...and then their eyes met...and Lana ran her hand gently up and down the reporter's bulge, from root to tip and back again.

"We don't...have...to call anyone for help until the morning, do we?" The redhead said. "I mean, I'm sure they're busy."

Lois licked her lips and leaned closer. "No. I mean...nothing hurts, right? We could probably put it off for an hour or two..."

The driver smiled at the rearview mirror as she saw the two women kiss. They looked like a cute couple.

Upstairs, something overwhelmed them. Lois Lane's crimson cock throbbed with urgent need. Lana Lang could barely keep her hands off of her. They tore their wet clothes off, clammy bodies pressed against one another as they stumbled toward the bed.

They didn't quite make it.

The head of Lois Lane's scarlet shaft found Lana's cum-slick cunny while they were on the floor, and the redhead's nails drew red furrows in the reporter's back, legs locked behind the reporter's thighs as they moved together. It was the **** humping of horny teenagers, of animals in the wild, of the moth flying too close and singing its wings on the naked flame...

"Aaagh!" Lana Lang's back arched, cunt squelching as Lois pumped black seed into her womb. "Fucking fill me!"

Lois pushed the cock in as deep as it would go, her whole body shaking as something passed out of her and into Lana—and in that moment, she could not have said what it was, except that when it was gone, the reporter collapsed atop her lover and gasped as if there was an open wound on her soul. Beneath her, shuddering and crying, Lana Lang held her tenderly.

"Oh...I've never...ever...cum that hard," she closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "Is it weird that the fact I could get pregnant from this makes it so much hotter."

"No," Lois Lane said when she found her voice. "I've never been more turned on than when I thought I might be breeding you."

They lay together in an exhausted tumble, the reporter's stubbornly stiff dick a plug that kept that last, most fierce ejaculation deep inside of Lana Lang's pussy. The redhead's fingers traced little spirals in Lois Lane's shoulder.

"I suppose we have to tell the super-people," Lana said with a sigh.

"It's the...responsible...thing to do," Lois said, and let her cheek rest against the redhead's naked breast.

"If they take away the dick, can we...I mean, can we try?" Lana asked. "I mean, I haven't really got much experience, but I'd..."

"I'd like that," Lois said, as her eyes closed. "I'm sure your pussy tastes...wonderful..."

The last syllable trailed off...and Lois Lane's night ended there, passed out on top of her lover...and who knew what was happening inside of them both, as the captured demon Blaze succumbed to the chains and binding enchantments...and what part of her essence or power remained in Lois Lane and Lana Lang, neither knew.