End: Take Me To Your Leader

At first, Lois Lane and Lana Lang had the nerds curiosity; now they had her attention.

The gamemaster reached over and pinched another girl on the ass. The woman looked up from her laptop, and Lois recognized Jenny Dunlap, one of the missing women.

"Visitors for the boss-lady," the GM nodded her head, and Lois and Lana walked over to Jenny, who stood up and stretched. The nineteen-year-old was tall and thin, dress only in panties and socks and a cutoff t-shirt—and as she stood up, Lois could clearly see the dick poking out the bottom of her panties.

Jenny smiled, and Lois and Lana followed, stepping around and between the assembled nerds. Most of them were tapping at their laptops, and Lana noticed that they had several versions of the DMN app on screen.

"So...been working here long?" Lois asked.

"Couple of weeks," Jenny said. "Started when I found the app...had a bit of fun...didn't find out about the hidden fees until later. Now I have to work 'em off. It's not too bad. There's a dormitory, and lots of sex."

"And your boss," Lois said. "I take it she has ways to enforce these...fees?"

Jenny turned and scratched at her balls.

"Sounds like you already know," the dickgirl said.

Lois smiled. "Just confirming a suspicion. Lay on, MacDuff."

Lana leaned in as they neared the back of the room, and placed her hand on the reporter's shoulder. There were three doors. One was a bathroom, one Lana supposed led to the dormitories, and the third was marked "Management."

"You have a plan, right?" Lana whispered in the reporter's ear.

Lois turned and gave her a wink.

Jenny Dunlap knocked on the door...which opened, without any visible sign. The dickgirl stepped aside as Lois and Lana entered the office...and the door shut behind them.

The room was a standard managerial office. Desk, with a pair of chairs in front of it. Cheap carpet, cheap prints on the walls, a whiteboard covered with crude sexual diagrams and occult symbols. Except that the figure behind the desk was a woman with blood red skin, and dark horns that curled up from pure white eyes with no pupil or iris.

"Welcome, Lois Lane," the demon. "And Lana Lang. I am Blaze. Please, take a seat."

She rose and indicated the seats, and Lois and Lana slid into the chairs, Lana being careful not to crush her cock as she did so.

"I see you'll be joining the team soon," Blaze said, tapping at her laptop.

"I don't think so," Lois said.

The demon raised an eyebrow, which crashed into the base of one horn and bent oddly.

"You're ovulating. Inseminated no more than thirty minutes ago. Based on average rates, conception will occur within six hours. Then, according to the terms you agreed to, your souls are mine."

Lois smiled. It was the kind of smile that normally had a fin above it, cutting through the water toward a pair of kicking legs.

"Yes, your terms of service," Lois said. "Some interesting language in there. Your...employees...out there, they put it together for you, didn't they? You don't look like the coding type."

The demon placed her elbows on the desk, crimson fingers steepled together.

"Yes, the ladies handle the programming and upkeep for the coding side of things. Keep things patched and all that technical nonsense. But the magical contract is something I've provided them."

"Coders," Lois said carefully. "Are inherently lazy. They reach for existing solutions. In this case, I found a very particular clause in your contract. Something one of them borrowed from another app."

Lois clicked on her phone, and turned it to face Blaze:

If you a) do not believe you have an immortal soul, b) have already given it to another party, or c) do not wish to grant Us such a license, please click the link below to nullify this sub-clause and proceed with your transaction.

The demon frowned. Then she uttered a curse which made the room shake, and the whiteboard behind them collapsed. She raised her head and stared at Lois Lane.

"Don't think this means you've won, Lois Lane! Just because you've found a loophole, doesn't mean..."

"Keep reading," Lois said smugly.

There, buried near the bottom of the contract, right above Blaze's signature, some coder had added a portion of Google's old Code of Conduct:

Don't be evil.

Color drained from the demon's face, which went from a blood red to a pale pink.

"I...but I am evil," Blaze said.

Lois raised an eyebrow. "By giving a bunch of unemployed young women cocks, and a job where they can game and fuck as much as they please? I think not. In fact, I think you've unknowingly been doing them a great deal of good."

The shot hit home. The demon winced. The reporter smiled wider and stood up.

"You're...you're both banned from the DMN app," Blaze said. She turned, shaking and made the sign of the horns at Lana Lang. "Your cock...it's a part of you now forever, as though you were born with it! Flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood!"

Lana leaned forward and put a proprietary hand on Lois Lane's knee.

"So what you're saying is, when my new girlfriend is done here, I can go back and fuck her as much as I please?"

"Until I'm red raw, Smallville." Lois Lane promised.

Crimson fists crashed into the desk.

"Get out! Get out of here Lois Lane, before I...before I..."

"Break your contract? No, I don't think so," Lois said. "Because it's not just with Lana and I, is it? It's every contract with every user of your DMN app. Whatever it would cost you to break one, if you do anything too evil, you're breaking them all, aren't you? And I don't think you can survive that."

They left Blaze there, in the ruins of her desk, chewing over her defeat. Lana felt bold enough to slip a hand around Lois Lane's waist.

"There's still time, you know," Lana said quietly. "If you want to take a Plan B. Stop the pregnancy?"

Lois pressed her palm against the bulge in Lana's skirt.

"Oh no, Lana Lang. I'm going to make you take responsibility. You're going to fuck me for the rest of your life!"

Woman and dickgirl laughed...and thought back on the night, and the choices they had made to get to where they were now. In some other timeline, perhaps, things would have gone very differently...but for now, the night was growing old, and the two friends had become lovers...and they were looking forward to becoming, perhaps, parents as well.