Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad: The First Mission

"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Harley Quinn screamed as her Louisville slugger crunched into the skull of another cartel grunt. The bald, tattooed pate cracked like an egg. Slim grey-green tentacles slithered up through the pinkish good that had been the **** dealer's brain. "I did not sign up for this tentacle shit! I am too pretty!"

"Oh sweet Australian Jesus, we're all going to die!" Captain Boomerang's hands were a blur, his little razor-edged weapons danced through the air into the oncoming horde of gun-toting gangbangers.

Down below, El Jefe sang a hymn in an alien tongue. A naked American tourist writhed on the ancient Aztec altar beneath him. From beneath his robe arose a long, green tentacle.

"It's okay," Blaze yelled over the melee. The demon grinned fiercely at the towering, three-story tall tentacled beast that loomed over the altar. "I've got this!"

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

Amanda Waller slapped the folder down on the table. "Three American teenagers have gone missing on a trip to Tijuana. One of them is the daughter of a US Senator. Our intel on the ground is thin, but suggests that this might be the work of the Cthulhutl Cartel. Go to Tijuana, find the girls, and extract. Do not engage with the Mexican authorities. You are not officially acting on behalf of the US government. Any questions?"

Blaze raised her hand.

"Yes?" The black woman said.

"So...do we have a license to kill, or...I mean, what's our limit here?"

Instead of answering directly, Waller turned to team leader Rick Flagg.

"Care to bring the new blood up to speed?"

The hardened soldier leaned his elbows on the table and stared at the demon with her blood-red skin and dark horns. "You can kill, ****, or plunder, but not all three."

Blaze blinked. "I can't ****. I've got a girlfriend."

He nodded. "Well, there you go then."

Now

Black lightning burst from the ground to the sky. The green tentacled starspawn, awakened from eons of slumber, swelled and exploded in a shower of boiling ichor. Katana's blade sliced through El Jefe's head at the neck; the completion of the stroke sliced off his tentacle penis mere inches away from the senator's daughter.

Rick Flagg scooped up the girl.

"Package secured!" He yelled. "Time to go!"

"Fuck me," Harley said. She panted hard, her bat dripped with pink brains. She stabbed a heel into a squirming tentacle-thing that looked like it was trying to impregnate her shoe.

"I told you," Blaze said, as she directed black lightning over every corpse that twitched. Fires around the base of the period spurted up as the **** labs began to explode, one after another. The whole pyramid shook, ominous cracks running down the ancient stone. "I've got a girlfriend."

After

There was beer. Mariachi music. Tequila. Strippers. Captain Boomerang was winning at darts, but only while using his boomerangs.

"What you have to understand," Flagg told her, the senator's daughter on his lap. "Is that most of these Squad members are going back to prison. It's traditional to relax a little before they go back."

Blaze nodded. She sipped her tequila. The bartender didn't even blink when he'd seen her. Her Spanish wasn't quite as fluent as she'd thought, because she though he'd started telling her a story about a red-skinned demon that had come down here in the 60s as a wrestler.

Harley Quinn plopped down hard on the bench next to her. The slightly-reformed villain's head landed in Blaze's lap.

"So. You got a girlfriend?" The clown said.

"Yes," Blaze stared down at the young woman in amusement.

"How d'you fuck her?" Harley asked. "I mean, I've been thinkin' about hooking up with Ivy again and I..."

The clown stopped talking. Her eyes crossed slightly.

"What's under my head?"

"My cock and balls," Blaze said. She flexed her dick, which lifted Harley's head up slightly. "That's how I impregnated my girlfriend."

Harley's eyes got big. "Woooow." A pause. "Can I get a dick?"

Blaze scratched her nose. She wasn't sure if turning one of her squadmates into a dickgirl counted as supervillainy.

"Let me ask our team leader," the demon said. She elbowed Flagg. "Hey. Can I give Harley a dick?"

The soldier was busy checking the Senator's daughter's birthdate on her California driver's license.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with her performance, I do not care who gives Harley the dick," he said distractedly. Flagg frowned at the young woman on his lap. "Are you absolutely sure you're nineteen?"

"I mean, I will be," the young woman smiled. The braces and pigtails definitely made her look younger. "At midnight. Tomorrow's my birthday."

Blaze looked down at Harley. "Well, since he says it's alright..."

After After

Waller read the report with a deep frown.

"...and the senator's daughter was delivered ****, stinking of tequila, and with a birth control pill in her front right pocket," she said.

"None the worse for wear, ma'am," Flagg said. He was standing at attention.

Waller kept reading.

"How is Quinn healing?"

"Well, Katana's offer to circumcise her on the spot was technically successful," he said with a wince. "But we had a little trouble with the bleeding, and then Blaze offered to cauterize the wound, and that's how the bar burned down."

"I...see." She kept reading. "Boomerang?"

"Nothing penicillin can't cure," Flagg assured her.

Waller closed the file. "What do you think of the new girl? Blaze."

"She saved our ass, ma'am. It...felt like a social outing for her? Gets on well with the team. Intelligent, resourceful, but tends to be slightly literal in following orders."

"Overall, Captain, I feel that was a successful mission," Waller concluded. "Where is Blaze now?"

"Went home to her pregnant girlfriend."

After After After

"Oh dear God, you smell like a distillery," Lois Lane laughed as her girlfriend mauled her. The demonic dickgirl had staggered in, very drunk, and happier than Lois had seen her in weeks.

"Did a good deed," Blaze said as she peeled off Lois's nightshirt. The crimson hands fumbled over the reporter's burgeoning belly, the hard cock already oozed precum. Lois dragged her demon lover over to the bed, and pushed her down. With Blaze drunk, the pregnant reporter decided it was better if she was on top.

"Oh yes? Hmm," Lois gave a little moan as the head of the crimson cock found its mark, and she pushed down to let the hard shaft spear her cunt.

"Saved the girl. Blew up a...a tentacle thing. Gave Harley a dick."

Lois paused. "You what?"

"Harleen. Quinn. She...she wanted a dick. Like mine. I asked Flagg, an' he said it was okay..."

"But you didn't fuck her, right Angie?" Lois said. She planted her hands against Blaze's shoulders and looked into the pure white eyes. "You have to promise me you won't fuck anyone else."

"No...nobody else," the scarlet succubus said. Her voice got very quiet. "You're the only one for me. Only cunt I want to fuck. I didn't...didn't even participate in the blowjob contest."

Lois raised her eyebrow. She began to roll her hips. "Blowjob contest."

"Right...so like, the other two girls, Captain Boomerang saved them with his little toys, and they wanted to reward him...except one girl, I think she had gonorrhea..."

The pregnant reporter ground her pussy against Blaze's hips. The demon told her story. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy.