End: Make This A One Night Stand

Lois Lane lay in post-coital bliss for a moment, feeling uncomfortably full. Her lover of the evening was still unnaturally hard and determined to impregnate her...but Lois felt her sexual excitement draining as she contemplated her new hole. Something clicked inside her, right then. As fun and exciting as the evening had been, it was time to go.

"Oh hey babe," the reporter sat up, searching for her clothes. "I just remembered the time. I've got work in the morning, I really need to go home."

And to the nearest pharmacy, Lois didn't say, glad that modern women had options as far as safe and effective birth control went. She hated to use the morning after pill as retroactive birth control and lambasted herself for not making the dickgirl wear a condom—Why don't I have an IUD? Definitely need to make an appointment to get one. Or maybe two, I guess.

"What?" Blaze said, blinking in surprise. "But...we're not done. I haven't...I thought we could fuck for a little while longer, at least. You know, give things a chance to soak in..."

"Sorry honey, this was fun, and I had a good time, I definitely did," Lois said as she struggled into her pants. She didn't know where her panties were, and didn't particularly care. Her crotch felt squishy as she squeezed herself back into the tight red pants. "Maybe we can do this again sometime."

The dickgirl's mouth dropped open. Her dick twitched, watching in dumbfounded amazement as the reporter zipped up her jacket over her bare breasts and began to strap on her heels.

"This...this is it? You're just going to leave? What about the baby?"

Oh wow, she is really focused on the babymaking thing, Lois thought. Best to rip that bandaid right off.

"There isn't going to be a baby," Lois said. "I mean look, it was a lot of fun, and getting knocked up is a fun fantasy, but we shouldn't make this out to be more than it was, okay? Can we just leave it at that, a fun night out?"

The dickgirl's eyes narrowed.

"No, we cannot leave it at that! Your womb and cunt are mine, Lois Lane! Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, and that new hole which has never yet been violated—no cock but mine will enter them! No hand or mouth will pleasure them! No seed but mine will take root in your depth!"

"Okay, you need to chill!" Lois stood up, walked over, and slapped the dickgirl hard in the face. "This was a one night stand, okay? I don't know you. I don't want to marry you, I don't want to bear your babies, and you have no claim over me or any of my holes."

The reporter's nostrils flared in the heat of her anger, and the dickgirl reached up her hand to her cheek where the reporter had struck her.

"Look, we had a good time, but you can't be so damn clingy. I don't owe you anything just because we fucked. You're a damn good lay, your dick is amazing, but there's more to a relationship than just sex."

Angelica Blaze blinked. She looked hurt. Not physically, but...inside.

"I...I am sorry, Lois," the dickgirl said. "You are correct. I was too presumptuous. Perhaps we will meet again, in the fullness of time."

That familiar half-smile flickered across her features. "Indeed, I think I guarantee it."

Lois shook her head. She hated when casual sex got messy...much less freaky metahuman sex...but that was the way of the world. The reporter slipped out of Blaze's office, already planning her trip to the nearest pharmacy, and how she would explain her new orifice to her gynecologist. The night out, which had begun so well, hadn't ended as she hoped. No leads to the missing women, and the very weird sensation of having a new hole to play with—Lois still wasn't sure what that was about, but a pregnancy scare was bad enough.

Yet somehow, Blaze's smile—and her words—were what haunted Lois as she made her way home. Despite everything the reporter had claimed, she knew deep down inside that this wasn't over.