Epilogue: Back To The Scene Of The Crime

They dressed like they were on a mission.

Lana Lang wore pussy-hugging cut-offs, matching denim jacket, and a Protomen T-shirt so small it showed off her belly button. Lois kept her jacket and shirt from last time, but hid her dick in a flouncy black skirt.

They arrived early, before the crush; the bouncer barely glanced at their IDs, waving them in. The ladies headed to the bar, found two seats and, within as many minutes, two cocktails. Lois casually sipped salty grey-white concoction and checked her phone.

The app was back.

A buxom red demon, DMN in red all caps.

Lois sucked in her breath and showed her phone to Lana. The redhead took a breath.

"You uh...want to go first?" Lana asked.

"I...kinda like the dick," the reporter admitted, sipping her drink. "I'm thinking of keeping it. Or one like it. A little smaller, a little more...normal."

"One that'll still fit my pussy." The redhead grinned, placing a hand on Lois' thigh.

"Y-yeah," Lois blushed.

"Alright, well, see if you can do me. I'd like the curtain to match the drapes again."

The reporter snorted, and angled the phone down at Lana's crotch. Thumbed the DMN icon, watched the overlay come up...

ILLEGAL TARGET.

The letters flashed across the screen, and Lois' brow creased. She tapped the screen, but the same message applied. Turned the phone on herself...and the old options came up, a variety of demonic dongs of every shape and size.

"Lois?" Lana asked. "What is it?"

"It won't let me change you. It won't let me change your pussy." Lois heard some of the frustration in her voice.

"Are you ladies having trouble with the app?" The bartender leaned across the counter, taking their empty glasses.

Lana raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She knew an opening when she saw one.

"Yes," Lois asked. "My uh...friend here. It won't work on her now. Says 'ILLEGAL TARGET.'"

The bartender nodded. "Yeah, it won't change your bits if you're pregnant."

Lana almost fell off her stool, grabbing onto the bar for support. The bartender raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know?"

The redhead shook her mane. "I mean...I haven't had my period, but I thought..."

She reached out and found Lois Lane's hand. Squeezed tight.

"That's rough. Anyway, if you want to override, you'll have to talk to the manager."

"And where do we find the manager?" Lois said, suddenly laser-focused.

The devil sat behind a large antique wooden desk, in an office with plush blue carpet and oak-trimmed walls. A black leather loveseat occupied one wall, a marble bar the other.

She was red as fresh blood on vellum, dark horns curving back from her forehead over a foot in the air, curly black hair falling down her back in a way. Eyes pure white on white, with no iris or pupils.

"My name is Blaze. Normally, I wear a human guise. But you two have been having quite a bit of fun with the app, so I think we can dispense with some of the charades. Please take a seat."

She indicated the couch with one hand. The crimson fingers were tipped with sharp talons. Lois and Lana took a breath and, still hand in hand, crossed the carpet and sat.

"Now," Blaze said, leaning forward. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Four women have gone missing," Lana said before Lois could ask about the ILLEGAL TARGET. "What happened to them?"

The demon raised an eyebrow. "Like a lot of apps, the initial version is...freemium. Accessing the more advanced features requires payment." Blaze shrugged. "The ladies paid to make some of their alterations permanent, and human-looking. I believe they're currently 'blowing up' on the internet pornography sites. Chicks with unbelievably huge dicks. Holes that can do impossible insertions."

Lois grasped Lana's knee. "That's...not the only reason we're here."

Blaze smiled knowingly. "Illegal Target?"

Lana nodded once, curtly.

"Congratulations! Always nice to have a little demon born into the world." The smile grew a fraction wider. "Unless you two ladies would like to access some of the...premium services that the app offers."

The reporter was about to speak, but the redhead beat her to it. "Would I keep the baby? A human baby?"

The demon cocked her head to the side. "If you so desire..."

"What's the price?" Lois cut in.

Blaze leaned back, steepled her fingers in front of her. "Look at the two of you. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love."

The smile grew wicked.

"Love like that should be shown to the whole world, don't you think?"

Lois swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"Pay-per-view special, streaming, live over the internet." The white eyes flashed, seemed to glow from within. "Just...the two of you."

"Why?" Lana asked. "What do you get out of it?"

"Aside from the money? The enjoyment as you strip away a bit of your dignity for the camera?" Blaze shrugged. "Maybe I just...like to give people a little nudge."

Lois felt Lana's hand slide on top of her own.

"Can we have some time to think about it?" The redhead asked.

"Certainly." Blaze smiled, eyes narrowing to slits. Her hand reached under the desk and came up with a small hourglass, filled with black sand. Lois could see the sadistic enjoyment in her face as she upended it, sending the sand spiraling down. "Until the sands run out."

Lois turned to look her lover in the eyes. Whatever she was about to say died in her throat as she saw the tears there. The reporter swallowed.

"We'll do it." she said, chest feeling oddly hollow.

Blaze's smile stretched a trifle wider.

"Oh, this will be fun."