End: Right In The Pussy

The door opened, and a hulk of a woman stepped forward. Lois Lane had seen some women bodybuilders before, but this one had shoulders so broad that she had to step sideways to fit through the door, and was tall enough that she had to duck under the lintel. The reporter could almost feel Rat's cock start to shrink in her hand, and she had to stroke him hard again.

"Spunk my cunt!" The bouncer said, with an excitement that Lois Lane could feel.

Pants and panties down around her knees, hands against the wall, the giant of a woman dropped into a crouch...and Lois guided the skinny little Goth toward her.

"Go on, stud," Lois whispered. "Make her feel it!"

She had to press her hips against his buttocks. Line him up thrust. It sank into the hilt with room to spare, and the bodyguard gave a gleeful shriek like a banshee.

"Fuck me!" She yelled. "Pump me full!"

Rat, sad excuse for a male human being that he was, at least finally realized that he was balls-deep inside a warm, wet, willing pussy—the big three—and began to thrust on his own. As Lois Lane stepped back, she saw his pale buttocks pressed together as he held onto those enormous hips and sawed in and out of her. Amazingly, the gigantic bouncer seemed to be enjoying it.

The reporter had to smile. Until a friendly hand laid itself on her shoulder. Lois looked down at it. Long and elegant fingers, as red as fresh blood on parchment, with long black nails that came to a point rested lightly on her jacket.

"You know, I never thought you'd make it this far with Rat," the woman next to her said.

Lois turned to look at the speaker. The woman was a head taller than herself, but lithe, willowy, all whalebone and steel springs, as her father would say of the wiry young men that joined Special Forces. Dark horns curled up from a broad forehead, and a long waterfall of black curls fell down to the small of her back. The face turned toward her, the too-wide mouth locked in a Mona Lisa smile, and the eyes without pupil or iris glowed a soft white.

"Who..." Lois began.

"I am Blaze, Queen of Hell. This club is mine, with many more. Outposts of my empire of sin."

Lois blinked. Recalibrated. Rat and the bodyguard were getting louder.

"What did you do with the missing women?" Lois asked.

"They are in my employ. Whores, mostly. You'd be amazed how open you are to sex once you've sold your soul. It's not like you can get damned any more, right?"

The reporter blinked again.

"You've been watching me?"

"Since you came in," Blaze said. "I had hoped we could have a bit of fun—a curse, a transformation, maybe make a deal—but then you tagged along with Rat, which I did not expect. And you managed to bring him here, where he seduced my bouncer."

"Not really seduced," Lois said. "I've seen people lost in the Sahara for three days without a canteen that aren't that thirsty."

"In any event. What shall I do with you now?" Blaze said, and her grip on the reporter's shoulder tightened slightly.

"...rethink your evil ways, let all the women go, and fuck off back to hell?" Lois suggested.

"Or, I could bend you over and fuck you until your womb prolapses," Blaze said. "I think I would enjoy that much better."

Lois Lane's response was to drive the steel point of her right heel down into Blaze's left foot. On any normal human foe, the full weight of her body on a point would have gone straight through the flesh and into the floor. With Blaze...the heel broke.

Blaze spun the reporter around, so that they faced each other. The demon grinned down at her.

"GIVE ME A BABY!" The giantess shouted. From the wheezing sound that came from Rat, Lois thought he was trying hard to do just that.

"Naughty. But I have a more appropriate punishment for you. Will you accept my gift?" Blaze said.

"Do I have a choice?" Lois Lane said.

"Certainly. You can say 'yes,' or get fucked to ****," Blaze said, her lips a thin line.

"...yes," Lois replied, even though she knew she would regret it.

"Excellent," Blaze said. "Lois Lane, you are now Rat's best friend."

Time blurred. Lois Lane saw and felt herself move as if in a dream. She held Agnes' hand as the test turned positive. Clapped politely at the Olive Garden as Rat got down on one knee. Held the bouquet as the Justice of the Peace said the words. In the banquet hall of the Chinese buffet during the baby shower. In the hospital as Agnes broke Rat's arm during labor. Twins. Fourteen pounds each. A new record.

When Lois Lane awoke, it was fifty-six weeks later. On her couch, head nodding. She thought that Agnes and Rat just wanted her to babysit Troy and Remus again, but that wasn't it at all. They had a much, much bigger favor to ask her.

Lois Lane heard the distant tinkle of Blaze's laughter as she said yes. After all, she was Rat's best friend. Being a surrogate for him was perfectly naturally. The reporter smiled in assent, and Agnes and Rat both smiled back with unalloyed joy...and lust.

Then Rat began to unzip. No time like the present to start.

As she was bent over the couch, Rat's stiff pecker doing its pecking, Lois Lane felt a deep pang of regret for her night out. Being Rat's best friend was going to fuck over her entire life. Then again, she only had herself to blame. If she had left him out of it...

She thought back, overall all the choices she had made that night out. The times she had zigged instead of zagged. Wondered what her life might have been like, without Rat's curse. Then he grunted, quick on the draw as always, and Lois felt a queasy nausea grip her stomach as time resumed its normal flow.