Epilogue: A Mile In Her Shoes

Lois Lane was awoken by the sound of her horns scraping against the headboards. She winced. Learning to pee standing up had been easy, but the horns were still something she wasn't used to. The reporter shifted her head, hoping she hadn't woken Blaze up...and felt a warm mouth envelope the head of her cock.

Morning wood had turned into a regular ritual for them. Lois had been leery at first, but Angie had insisted that it was really her cock and that she'd suck whenever she wanted. The reporter hadn't felt like arguing the issue, and had to admit there were worse ways to start the day than getting her balls drained.

Three weeks after Zatanna's ultimatum, and they were still stuck. Arranging the particulars of a marriage had proven trickier than either woman or demon had figured. "Angelica Blaze," it turned out, hadn't bothered to establish any form of official ID or citizenship; she was technically an illegal alien as far as Metropolis and the United States of America was concerned.

Fortunately, Lois had a few favors she could call in. It had just taken time—the reporter could type out an email or send a text as a demon, but any interaction that required her to talk or interact with people face-to-face would have to be carried out by Blaze—who had none of Lois' memories or mannerisms.

So Monday had come and gone, with "Lois" calling in sick, and then requesting to work from home for a bit. Documentation required photographs, signatures, thumbprints, all of which could be obtained but time was working against them, Lois working her own job and trying to assemble all the necessary paperwork while Blaze...made an absolute mess of her body. Her pregnant other self spent most of the day on the couch eating ice cream or ordering in food, claiming the baby was hungry.

Three weeks of **** inactivity and binge-eating had taken its toll on the human woman's figure. She looked at herself in the mirror, unhappily. "I'm getting a gut."

"You're pregnant," Lois reminded her as she tapped away at the laptop. "Anyway, once I'm back in my own body, I'm spending a month at the gym."

Lois knew that they couldn't keep this up forever. Soon, she would have to be seen at the office, she'd have to schedule appointments with the doctor about the pregnancy...there were just things she couldn't do online, and which Blaze couldn't or wouldn't learn. What's more, Lois Lane's own attempts to learn magic and shapeshifting had been similarly fruitless. She was stuck as a six-foot tall demon with blood-red skin, horns, and a dick.

They fought. They moped. They ignored each other. Blaze would binge eat, Lois would lose herself in her work. Then at night, they would go to bed...and Blaze would want to be fucked.

That they could both agree on.

There was just something about having a dick, Lois had decided. Feeling the erection slip into the tight, familiar cunt was a sensation that would never grow old. And they knew each other's bodies, inside and out at this point: what they liked, what they wanted. Every night, Blaze would bounce up and down on what had been her own cock, labia pounding down against the balls, and wouldn't stop until she was screaming in climax and Lois was blow her load up into the tight, slick cunny.

It was the one thing they both agreed would stay the same after they got back to normal. Except for the last week, Blaze had been saying if. That worried Lois. If they got back to normal. If they got the paperwork sorted out, the wedding scheduled, the witch to work her magic. If if if, and it was getting iffier every day.

So it was with great relief that on the twenty-first day, a courier dropped off a package. Blaze signed for it, her signature an inarticulate scrawl that anyone who had seen Lois Lane's familiar pen loops wouldn't have recognized. She cut it open with a pair of scissors and dumped the contents on the table.

Metropolis driver's license, social security card, a brand-new passport, carefully aged birth certificate (pointing to an orphanage that no longer existed), tax records, a high school yearbook (said highschool also no longer existed), confirmation of health insurance...a whole life that pointed to Angelica Blaze officially existing, have existed, and being a citizen in good standing who was perfectly capable of getting legally married.

There was also a smaller envelope, plain manila. Lois took it out, felt something hard within. She opened it and shook out two little metal bands, and a note:

"Congratulations." The reporter read out loud, and noted the small bat-symbol imprinted on the paper. The golden rings felt uncomfortably heavy in her hands.

Still grumbling about getting fat, Blaze wandered in...and stopped as she saw what Lois was holding.

"Is that...?" she asked.

Lois held up the smaller of the two gold bands and held it out to the pregnant woman.

"Angie, will you marry me?"