End: The Idea of Being Pregnant Together Is Incredibly Sexy

"That's..." Lois shivered. She had never thought of herself as having a pregnancy fetish, but somehow the idea of having a sexy little pregnant belly...and Blaze having one. Of the two of them being pregnant together, rubbing their swelling stomaches against one another, suckling from each other's milky tits, growing bigger and bigger...her heart felt like it climbed into her throat, and something wet trickled down the crack of the reporter's ass. "...that makes me really wet."

Blaze smiled, her finger swirled around the reporter's navel. "That makes two of us."

A thought broke through Lois Lane's reverie.

"But...am I even pregnant? I mean, if we're not pregnant at the same time..." The reporter asked.

The former demon pressed her finger against her lover's lips...and then pushed through, into Lois Lane's mouth.

"While I'm in your body, I don't have access to my full powers," Blaze said. "But when we're this close, I can borrow a little essence from my body..."

The finger swirled around and around, and Lois Lane's tongue wrestled with it...so that when Blaze withdrew her finger it was wet with saliva.

Quickly, Blaze drew a symbol beneath the reporter's navel. It looked, to Lois, something like a heart crossed with an inverted pentagram...but with strange winglike structures like ovaries...and then Lois watched as she slid her finger in her own cunny. It came out black with demonic jizz, and Blaze drew an identical symbol on her own stomach.

"Now," Blaze said as she carefully positioned herself over Lois, so that their stomachs and the symbols drawn on them were almost touching. "All we need to do...is draw like to like..."

The symbols began to glow. Softly at first, like pink foxfire...and then brighter. The lines spat little points of light in between each other. Motes of brightness jumped from Blaze to Lois and back again. Lois wasn't sure what was going on, but the sense of anticipation and apprehension was growing. She could smell ozone, feel the hairs stand on end all over her body...and the symbols grew brighter and bright...Nad then there was a flash.

A crash of thunder.

"There you go," Blaze said, as Lois blinked, the symbols gone. "We're both pregnant, and our pregnancies are synched. What's mine is yours...and what's yours is mine."

Her face came down, mouth open,,,and Lois turned her head and opened her lips, accepting her tongue as it slid into her mouth.

Blaze's voice sounded in Lois Lane's head, so close to the reporter's own that Lois almost mistook it for a thought.

We're going to be mommies!

Which was nothing like how Lois Lane thought this night out would end...but then again, thinking back to all the choices that had led to this point, Lois Lane wondered how else this story could have turned out.