End: Like Angelica...With A Cock

The likeness was unmistakeable. Some unknown artist had captured in red marble a commanding figure, of human proportions but subtly inhuman perfection. Dark horns rose from a broad forehead. The too-generous mouth was set in a Mona Lisa smile, at once knowing and mysterious. Dark hair curled down past her shoulders in languid waves. Lois Lane admired the skill that had gone into chiseling the small breasts with the puffy nipples, the bones that stretched the skin and gave to the figure an exaggerated leanness, like a human built on the scale of a greyhound—suggestive of a fast-moving predator.

Of course, where there should have been a vulva, there was instead a ragged, broken expanse of stone. On the ground at its feet was a magnificent smooth cock and balls of the same red stone, nearly eight inches long and describing an uplifted arc.

"I thought you said it was a female demon," Lois observed.

"Well...we thought...we could fix that," Tonya said, shifting uncomfortably. "So we kind of...broke it. Before the ritual."

The reporter rubbed her temples. "So you found an hermaphroditic demon statue, broke its cock off, had ritual sex in a ring around it, and now you're all trapped in a magical cavern with a river of semen and you're all pregnant."

"That's about the size of it, yeah," Jenny Dunlap said.

Lois Lane sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was not paid enough for this.

"So where does Angelica fit into all this?" She sked.

The dark haired young woman had hung back, not really looking at the statue. Yet the reporter couldn't deny that it was the spitting image of her.

"They always get the cock wrong," Angelica said, her voice small and shy. "They always want to make it bigger. Like, I don't need something the size of my arm with a head the size of my fist to knock someone up. I'm not in a size contest with a horse, y'know?"

"She might be...the demon Blaze," Mara de la Cruz chimed in. "Like, a part of her. I think when we did the ritual, we sort of...fractured her essence. So part of her is here, and part of her is somewhere else, and part of her is...in us."

The reporter looked at their gravid stomachs.

"Right. So how do we get out here?" She said.

"Re-unite the fragments," Mara said, with a frown. "She'll need to fuck us. With her cock."

Lois turned to Angelica. "Do you have a cock?"

Pants came down. There was no cock there. In fact, there was no anything there; Angelica was as bare as a Barbie doll from her belly-button to her asshole. Lois sighed, reached down and picked up the marble dick—which was oddly warm in her hand—and touched the broken base to the bare expanse.

Before she could see the transformation, Lois could see it. The marble balls in her hand softened to a hairless sack, a pair of quail's eggs nestled softly in her palm, radiating a strange and terrible heat. It seemed to swell a little as blood flowed through once-stony veins, and it quivered at the reporter's touch.

"Right," Lois said. "Let's get this over with. All of you, line up. On your hands and knees, pussies bared. I'm not drinking jizz just because you like to rug munch."

The women hesitated. Diana Reynolds, the oldest, coughed slightly.

"Could you...warm us up?"

Lois Lane felt the headache start, right behind her eyes. But she smiled and nodded. Anything for this night to end.

Which is how the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter ended up as a fluffer for a Satanic ritual. Sucking Angelica's cock to get it nice and wet. Lapping at hairy overgrown pussies to get them nice and wet. Guiding the two together. Angelica, at frst, was stiff, mechanical...but from the first touch of her cock to those hairy twats, life stirred in her spare frame. She pounded her hips in and out, relentless, regardless of moans or grimaces of pain...and it was Lois Lane's job to keep the others excited and present. Fingering their pussies. Licking. Kissing. Groping their breasts. Whatever it took to keep them in line...

...and when at last the first one cried out in climax, Angelica's skin took on a blood-red flush. She moved onto the next like a beast, and Lois barely had time to notice that the woman who came on the demon's dick now showed no sign of pregnancy.

They really were lesbians. Really didn't like cock. They were scared, and scared of being hurt, and the **** of Angelica's fucking did not help matters. Lois moved from one to the next, whispering sweet words, cajoling them to stay strong, rubbing their clits, anything to help...and, one by one, they came. Mewling, hurting, tight pussies turned inside out, that stone-hard cock pronging away at them. Lois Lane frowned and knew the type well. A lot of men fucked like that, after all.

The last one, Tonya Wong, was the most skittish. After Angelica Blaze had turned the other three out, the demonic appearance was nearly complete. Dark horns stretched back from Blaze's forehead. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris glowed from their own internal light. The stream of jizz that led to the pool sputtered and died, the white lake in the cavern started to drain away...and Lois Lane found herself underneath Tonya, licking her pussy even as Blaze fucked it, the demon's balls rubbing against her face.

It was the only way. Lois Lane told herself that. They had played with fire, and now they were getting burned.

Tonya cried out in pleasure and pain. Her body stiffened above Lois. A warm rain fell on the reporter's face...and then there was a sickening lurch, and the reporter found herself, fully clothed, in a bare cement room. With four naked women, no longer pregnant...and one very naked, very erect demonic dickgirl.

Blaze smiled down at the reporter.

"My thanks, Lois. I knew, when I saw you come in, that you might hold the key to solving my little...dilemma. In gratitude, I give you a gift..."

Lois felt a weight on her neck and stared down. A gold necklace now adorned her...and dangling at the end of it, nestled between her small breasts, was a small red marble phallus and balls, no more than an inch long.

"...as for the rest of you, let this be a lesson: I like cunt as much as the next woman, but learn to like cock as well!"

There was a crack in the air, like distant thunder...and then Blaze was gone. Leaving Lois with four naked women to somehow get out of here. Her hand went to her smartphone, and when she pulled it out the reporter was relieved to see she had a signal.

Which is why, forty-five minutes later, Jimmy Olsen stumbled into the room with a box of clothes. He blushed as the naked women got dressed...and Lois escorted them all back to the Metropolis University campus, making sure that the four once-missing women now had a start in resuming their lives.

It was not until the wee hours of the morning that the reporter returned to her own apartment, peeling off her dirty clothes...and contemplated Angelica's gift. The little red stone prick was warm to the touch, and Lois distrusted it...then she turned it over and saw that there were letters on the back, spelling out a word.

"Blaze," Lois read aloud...and with a flash the necklace was gone, and Lois Lane stared down at her body to where a very familiar cock now rested in place of her own pussy.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter groaned as the cock swelled with life. This was going to be the hardest night of her life...