End: Lois Lane Bites Back

Fear and shock gripped Lois. In an incredibly brief span of time, she had been transformed...violated...defiled in ways that she had never thought possible. She felt sick lust at how her body had betrayed her, how she had thrilled to the new sensations, how she had been the placid little victim instead of fighting back.

I'm no one's fucking victim, she thought, as the evil Blaze withdrew her hand, placing the tip of her dick at the entrance to the reporter's demonically-enhanced pussy. Anger flashed through the reporter as the cock slid into her slit. She hated how wet and sensitive it was, how good it felt, how she just let it happen.

Well, no more of that.

Lois clamped her pussy down hard on the invading prick. The demon's face split into a leer, obviously glad at the sudden tightness.

"That's it, bitch," The demon rumbled. "Try to fight me! Either way, you're going to be my perfect little fucktoy, and mother of my...yaaah!"

The reporter focused all of her concentration down on her lower half. There were muscles there, familiar and unfamiliar. Her nervous system, bonded with that of the demonic parasite, began to explore the new and unfamiliar parts of her internal anatomy. But one thing she didn't need any help with was clamping down hard.

Superhuman orifices closed tight, squeezing the demon's dick until the girthy base of the crimson cock was clamped almost in half. Lois could feel the part inside of her swell, the blood unable to escape, and Blaze, she noted, couldn't move at all, tugging futilely. Caught in the reporter's pussy.

"Let go you stupid, vapid whore, or I'll..."

"You'll fucking what?" Lois taunted, smiling wickedly. She had just found the worm's teeth.

Sharp little triangular wedges of bone and grey enamel slid out from hidden sheathes. The demon Blaze sucked in her breath as two dozen points suddenly pressed in on the flesh of her cock.

"You...you don't know what you're doing!" The scarlet succubus said.

"I think," Lois huffed. "That I'm tired of getting fucked by you. So let's both be girls."

Blaze gave a strangled scream as the pussy closed with an awful, bloody snap.

The demon fell back, black ichor gushing from her crotch, hands clamped tight over the wound. Lois took the opportunity to scramble on her feet and out the door.

A naked woman running through a crowded club, and how she got home, makes for a story in itself. By the time Lois Lane finally arrived in her apartment, wearing someone else's clothes and with several bad tastes in her mouth, she was willing to pretend that this night had never happened.

Except for one little thing.

Hitching one leg over the toilet, the reporter took a deep breath and relaxed the muscles in her body. Her pussy, which had been closed tight the entire time, finally unclenched, the little grey teeth retracting into their sheaths. Falling out of her was the wrinkled, bloodless red thing that had been Blaze's cock. Lois held it, the undeniable evidence of her long and terrible night.

"I think I'm going to mount you in a trophy case," she muttered.

Outwardly, Lois Lane knew that she appeared the same brash woman that she had been this morning. Yet now, she knew, things had changed—she had changed—and the reporter wondered whether she would ever really be the same again.