End: Find The Missing Women!

They stood and straightened out their clothing. Blaze resumed her human form, as easy as twitching her nose. The now-demonic Lois Lane couldn't do that...but she didn't have to. Blaze came and brought her hands up until they almost touched the reporter's skin...but not quiet. Lois stood very still as the slender fingers ran down her body...over her breasts...along her hips and legs down to her heels...then up again to her shoulders, down her arms...and finally over her face...

Lois couldn't feel anything. Not a tingle, not a whisper...yet when Blaze stepped back, Lois raised her hands and saw her old familiar pale skin and nails. No demonic claws. Nothing supernatural at all. Yet she didn't feel any different. She could actually still feel her newly swollen clit. Reached up to her forehead and actually felt the hard horns.

"It's a basic glamour. Your body and aura is the same...so animals might growl at you...but people will see you as the very attractive human Lois Lane."

"Right," the reporter said. She took a deep breath and looked around. "So...if the women were here...and they fell in the pit and were transformed..."

There was no magic in it. With Angelica Blaze at her back, Lois Lane walked fearlessly into the Metropolis night, searching nearby hotels, motels, and finally airBNBs and couch-surfing sites. They walked for hours, talking with graveyard shift managers and knocking on doors...and they found them, finally, in a hostel.

Fucking.

Tonya Wong and Mara de la Cruz were bent over the bed. Diana Reynolds and Jenny Dunlap were fucking them in the ass, with their Lesbian-pit-derived cocks. The pussies were utterly wrecked, fucked raw and dripping with spunk; there were oozing scabs that showed where the labia had torn and gotten infected.

"Don't stop on our account," Lois said brightly as she pulled out her phone. "I'm Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet, and I'd like to ask you a few questions..."

In the end it was that easy. Lois was, after all, a very good reporter. One break was all she needed to crack a story. As dawn came, she left the exhausted women where they were, with promises of follow-ups tomorrow.

Blaze reached out and grabbed her lover's hand.

"So..." Lois said. "Do you need to stop and get your toothbrush and panties?"

"I'll buy a new one," the demonic dickgirl said, as they walked hand-in-hand toward the reporter's apartment. "And maybe I'll borrow yours."

Lois snorted. "I have to warn you, my bed is only a double, not a Queen-sized. Might be a bit tight."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Blaze said. "What did you think, when you saw those women getting fucked in the ass?"

"Curious, I guess," Lois said. "I mean, I've seen that sort of thing in porn, but I've never tried it."

"You want to?" Blaze asked.

"Hmm. Only if I get to fuck your ass," Lois shot back.

"Of course," the dickgirl.

"What?" Lois said, slightly taken aback. "That easy?"

"Why shouldn't I want you to fuck my ass, love?" Angelica Blaze let the last word fall so easily, but it struck Lois like a hammer.

"I think," Lois Lane said as she drew Angelica Blaze closer to her, and the sun rose to signal the end of her night out, "this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."