End: No, But Blaze Does

They didn't talk, on the way to the address. Lois Lane couldn't read the vibe that Angelica Blaze put off. Preoccupied? Anxious? Pissed? Needed to piss? Lois wasn't sure. She knew so little about each other...and yet Lois blushed as she thought about what they had done.

I stumbled drunkenly into the bar of a club, met a ridiculously hung dickgirl, and let her cum on me...in me...

Lois could still feel some of Blaze's jizz inside of her. Her pussy was just that little extra bit wetter than normal, there was that sticky sensation in her pants as she walked, and deep inside, that weird sensation of there being something there that Lois had only felt when she'd couched and it had gone too deep. So too, there was the bandage on her puss, to hold it all in.

Like she was marking me as her own, Lois thought. Of course, there was the risk of disease, pregnancy...and that had been an added thrill, right there. A shiver went down the reporter's spine as she thought of the potential fallout of this night, the effect it could have on her life, her career, her relationship with a certain beloved hero of Metropolis.

As they turned from the warehouse district into a more mixed residential neighborhood, Lois pushed the thoughts out of her mind.

Here, the ground-level facing the street was all small shops; sometimes other businesses occupied the upper floors, but more often they were chopped up into smaller, often less-than-legal apartments. Cheap housing, no questions asked. A warren of little rooms, easy to disappear in.

So they turned down an alley, through a back door. Up a flight of stairs to a plain, severe door. Lois Lane knocked...and when it opened, she recognized Jenny Dunlap from her social media profile, dressed in a wifebeater and a pair of diapers, with haggard eyes and a cigarette hanging from her lip. The blonde hair was long and unwashed, the blue eyes watery and with dark bags underneath them. The young woman looked thin and haggard, exhausted from long weeks of...something.

Before Lois could say anything, Angelica dress herself up and announced:

"I'm here to suck your cock."

The blonde stared at Blaze, who stood a head taller than her. Took in the dark hair, the small breasts, the wide, generous mouth...

"Yeah, okay," Jenny said, and turned inside.

There wasn't much in the squat. A sleeping bag on the floor. A webcam setup, a chair, a laptop perched on a milkcrate. There was a carton of cigarettes and empty malt liquor bottles, but no evidence of food. Bottles of lube and sex toys were scattered throughout, and the whole place reeked of sex, cigarettes, and cheap liquor.

"You mind if we record this?" Jenny said, as she pulled her boxers off. "People get tired of watching me suck myself off. No audio, my microphone's fucked."

Lois gasped as she caught sight of Jenny's dick. The skinny young "woman" had a penis instead of a pussy...and that prick, limp, hung down like a wet noodle. It had to be at least a foot long...and behind it, a small, hairless pair of balls dangled, utterly ordinary. They looked small next to the monster of cock.

Jenny pulled off her wifebeater and stood naked. She half-collapsed in the chair and touched her laptop. A little green light came on the webcam.

As an experienced interviewer, Lois waited until Blaze was on her knees. There was a look of grim determination on the dickgirl's face as she faced another cock. Longer and skinnier than her own. Blaze shrugged out of her jacket, to reveal her small, rounded shoulders, and gripped the limp trouser snake with both hands. Peeled back the foreskin and began to lick at the sensitive head.

The more Lois looked at Jenny's cock, the more a dark, sinking sensation filled her stomach. There were round burns on the length of it that could only have come from cigarettes, open sores that suggested the wounds had been infected. There were no needle tracks on Jenny's lean body, but the ribs clearly showed, like a starved dog who had been neglected too long.

Beneath Blaze's hands, the cock slowly stiffened. It didn't grow longer, much, but it filled out and began to rise. Jenny's face twisted in a grimace of mingled pleasure and pain. She looked dazed with it. Her eyes left the screen and focused on a middle distance, as if she could see straight through the grimy wall into some other place and time.

"What happened when you went to the pool?" Lois Lane said.

"It wasn't supposed to work," Jenny said, as her cock arched like a sluggish beast. Not truly hard, but hard enough that Blaze could fellate it. Lois felt a twinge of emotion she couldn't place as she watched her lover's lips part, tongue out along the underside of that foot-long shaft. "Just an urban legend. I didn't even want a cock. I just liked fucking girls with my strap-on. Watching them suck it. But Mara, she convinced me and her two little fucktoys to go down to that glowing pink pit and...and we were drunk. I did a cannonball."

The wet schlup-schlup-schlup of Blaze's head was regular as an engine's piston. The camera caught it all as her throat distended, and Lois marveled at how much of that long dong Angelica could get down her throat. More than Lois thought she could. More than she thought humanly possible. Jenny took a long drag from her cigarette before talking again.

"It was like...like something inside of me suddenly came out. Like I was giving birth to myself. Like my cunt turned inside out. It hurt, it burned, and...and when I came out, Mara was unhappy. Said I'd used it up. That now they'd have to find another. They turned and left me there...with that fucking dick so long it dragged on the ground..."

Jenny breathed out smoke from her nostrils. "And my life was fucking over, right? Can't go back to the girl's dorm with a big fat fucking cock between my legs. Can't be a dance major with a twelve-inch fuckstick. Can't tell my parents, 'Hey mom! Hey dad! I'm not a girl anymore, I just look like the most well-hung transwoman you've ever seen! Maybe I can knock up some bitch and give you grandkids that way.'"

Lois saw a flash of something in Blaze's eyes. Her lover's cheeks looked redder than before. Yet she didn't stop. The reporter nodded suddenly.

"So this is how you spend your days?" Lois said. "Living in squalor, webcamming for money, waiting to see what kills you first?"

"Yeah," Jenny said and closed her eyes. "That's about it. I tried to go back to the pool, but Mara was right. All I got was wet. So I left my message and my number. I'm stuck with this thing. And I can't...I can't bring myself to just cut it off, you know? It's a part of me. So I spend my days sucking myself off on cam, living off beer and cum. You know, sometimes I wake up and I'm curled in a ball, and I'm sucking my own cock in my sleep..."

"It doesn't have to be that way, Jenny," Lois Lane said softly. "You can go back to your old life. I'm sure your parents miss you. Maybe they'll even accept you. I'm a reporter, I can help. And maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe there are women out there that like a girl with a dick. You ever thought of that? Maybe that pool gave you what you'd always wanted but were afraid to acknowledge."

Jenny snorted. "You speaking from experience, breeder?"

Lois Lane's nostrils flared. "Angie? Show Jenny your cock."

The blonde's dick came out of Blaze's mouth with a long, wet schluuuup. Saliva dribbled out of the corners of Blaze's mouth. She stood up and dropped her pants. Jenny's interest was stirred as she saw the fat pecker, even soft, that hung between Blaze's legs.

"Angie fucked me tonight. And I loved it. She pumped her sperm deep inside me. I could be pregnant," Lois said, and laid a hand on her stomach for emphasis.

Jenny blinked. Her eyes turned back and forth from Blaze to Lois. A subtle change came over her. An emotion Lois recognized in wounded, scared people before. A gleam of hope.

"You fell in a pool too?" Jenny asked Blaze.

"Something like that. It's magic. Powerful magic. Ancient magic. Not something to fuck with lightly," Angelica Blaze said. "But there are...possibilities. You can still live your life. Find love. Happiness. Or at least get a contract with a porn studio and fuck all the bitches you want instead of spending your nights in the fetal position sucking your own cock like some incel loser."

Harsh words. Yet they seemed to be what Jenny Dunlap needed to hear.

An hour later, Jenny Dunlap was back in her dorm. Friends were happy to see her. Pizza was ordered. No beer. There was a shower, toothpaste, a change of clothes...and Lois tucked her card into Jenny's laptop, so that the young dickgirl could contact her when she needed help with the school administration or her parents or whatever.

"Thank you for that," Lois Lane told Blaze. "Why'd you do it?"

"You've never sucked cock for a story before," Blaze said. "I didn't want you to start. Now what?"

"Mara and her friends—the other women that went missing—went looking for another pink pool. So we find the pool, we find the women," Lois said. She reached down and cupped her hand around the dickgirl's ass, and gave the healthy, warm demiglobe a squeeze. "Up for a road trip, Angie?"

A ghost of a smile crossed her raven-haired lover's face. "On two conditions."

"What's that?" Lois said.

"I'll pay for everything," Blaze said. "And no birth control."

Despite herself, Lois Lane smiled back. This woman was dangerous, of that Lois Lane was absolutely certain. Yet...a part of her liked that danger. A lot. Thinking back to the events of the night, every decision she had made, some of them so out of character, the reporter wondered if it wasn't her biological clock tick-tick-ticking. If she hadn't been trying to get pregnant this whole time, and Blaze had been there with the cock that filled her out like an application.

Something Lois would have plenty of time to think about on the road.

"Deal," Lois Lane said.