Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad: The Fourth Mission

"Deep breaths!" Flagg said as Harley Quinn squeezed his hand. "Katana! Where's our evac!?"

"Zombies got the chopper!" The Japanese woman yelled over her shoulder. The blood-spattered woman gave ground, her katana an arc of ****. Every swing took off a limb, a head...it was a fighting retreat, but it was still a retreat. There were too many of them. "Our escape route is cut off."

Somewhere in the crowd, Killer Croc screamed. Teeth broke on his scales, his claws tore through bellies and chests, broke limbs and heads, but he was still swarmed. Weighed down by numbers, his movements became sluggish. Broken nails and teeth found their mark.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Captain Boomerang swore, his arms a blur, his razor-sharp weapons white lines like tracer rounds as they cut into the oncoming horde.

"Aaaagh!" Harley screamed. Her bloated stomach lurched as whatever was within her strained to get out.

"Just push!" Flagg said.

"I don't have a pussy anymore!" Harley screamed. "What the fuck do you want me to do, push it out through my cock!?"

Flagg raised his pistol left-handed, pumped rounds into the oncoming horde. Wondering whether he should save the last couple of rounds for Harley and whatever was growing in her hideously distended abdomen. Fucking zombies...

"I wish Blaze was here," he whispered.

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

"Your target is Dr. Herbert West," Waller said. "He has been engaging in esoteric medical research since the 1920s; we believe he's retarded his aging process by anomalous means. For the last fifty years or so, he's had an on-again, off-again relationship with various off-the-books elements of the United States government. Military, CIA, Black Chamber...a few of the more esoteric groups. We believe his current line of research is reverse-engineering the reanimation process of the so-called Black Lanterns. If he can successfully synthesize the process, it has...military applications."

Flagg nodded. "So...our goal is to take him out?"

"No," Waller said. "Our...associates...have lost contact with West. His current research facility is on an abandoned oil drilling rig ten nautical miles off the coast of Massachusetts. They believe his research has succeeded prematurely. You are to enter the facility by chopper and extract West and his research."

Flagg blinked. "How many hostiles are we looking at?"

Waller glanced at her file. "West had as many as two to three hundred experimental subjects."

"So..." Harley said. "We're headed into a top-secret, high-security lab filled with hundreds of zombies? To kidnap some mad scientist?"

"That is correct," Waller said.

Killer Croc raised his hand. "Is Blaze coming with us?"

"Not on this mission," Waller said with a grimace. "You see, there's another aspect to West's research..."

Now

A hand pressed against the taut skin of Harley Quinn's distended abdomen from within. The grotesquely swollen belly was rent with ugly red stretch marks, except for the little impression where West had injected her, right below the navel. That wound was livid and weeped a glowing pink fluid. She screamed and clutched Flagg's hand harder, which made him scream in pain.

"Fascinating," West pushed his glasses up on his nose. His arms were full of his research materials: hard drives in metallic bags, an old leather-bound book with rusty iron clasps. In his hard was a needle filled with a pink glowing reagent.

"You pencil-necked little shit!" Harley screamed. "If I survive this I'm going to shove that needle right up your ass!"

"You should be honored to be part of this experiment," West said. "Your condition is proof that my new serum works. You've progressed through nearly forty weeks of pregnancy in barely an hour. In another few minutes, you'll give birth to the first pre-animated soldier! It is only unfortunate that you probably won't survive..."

"Please let me kill him," Harley said, and reached for the baseball bat just out of reach.

"If she dies, you die," Flagg said, and pointed the gun at West. The scientist in his stained labcoat smirked.

"I don't think so. Your mission is to rescue me, is it not? You and your people are expendable. I highly doubt your masters give a damn if some criminal loses her life so long as the millions they've invested in my research are saved."

Flagg's hand didn't shake...but his mouth set in a hard line.

Blood, bright and arterial, spurted from Harley Quinn's cock. Her belly shifted downwards. Junior was coming...and didn't care that the channel was too small.

"Fuck," Flagg swore. "Katana! I need you to come cut this thing out of her."

"Hands full!" Katana shouted back. Killer Croc's movements had stopped. Boomerang's hands were bleeding, and Flagg could actually see his shoulders move; that's how far he had slowed down.

"Damnation," he muttered. Dropped the gun and reached for the K-bar on his hip. "Just hang on Harley, I'll get it out of you, I'll..."

Except Harley didn't hear him. She stared at the ceiling, eyes wide. A trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

West knelt over her.

"Heart attack, perhaps." he mused. "The stress and pain of birth...in the future I should restrain the subject, perhaps an intravenous sedative..."

Thunder rumbled. The whole facility shook.

Black lightning burst through re-animated skulls, reduced entire bodies to ash...but left the Suicide Squad intact.

Blaze stepped through the door. Tentacles of black lightning ripped out to incinerate bits and pieces of dead flesh. She moved toward Harley Quinn.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Flagg said.

"Backup. Waller called me after you lost contact." The demon knelt at Harley's side. Both hands pressed against the distended abdomen, which still squirmed. "This is...an abomination."

"Hmm. See if you can get it out intact," West said. "I want to see what anatomical anomies the rapid growth sequence has..."

The demon's glare silenced West, at least for a moment.

"You did this?" Her voice was flat. Tight. "Do you even know what forces you're playing with?"

"The most fundamental forces," West said, as he drew himself up. "Life and ****."

Beneath Blaze's hands, tiny black bursts of lighting ran along Harley's stomach. The bulge reduced, millimeter by millimeter. The nasty red rents in the sides of her stomach vanished. With a lurch, Harley gasped as she began to breathe again.

West stared down like a petulant child. "Insufferable. You've ruined my experiment."

Blaze's scarlet fingers pressed against Harley's stomach, which was flat once again, the abs well-defined.

She stood up...and in another moment Blaze moved faster than anyone else could see. Her hand was on West's neck, the scientist's feet kicked at the air, his research materials a jumble at his feet. Blaze's hadn caught his wrist as the needle stabbed forward. A twist, a crack, a yelp of pain...the needle and its glowing pink contents hit the floor.

"Blaze, put him down," Flagg said. She didn't have to see his gun to know he had picked it up and pointed it at the back of her head. Katana moved behind Blaze, her sword ready to strike. Captain Boomerang flanked Blaze's left, two weapons at the ready.

"He almost killed Harley," Blaze said. "He did...did you even know what he was doing here? The pregnant women downstairs..."

"West is the mission," Flagg said. "We don't have to like it. But you kill him, and all that we've suffered here is for nothing. Croc, Boomerang, Harley...West alive is ten years off their sentence. West dead is a field trip to a zombie-infested hellhole for nothing."

Blaze's jaw worked. "You can't stop me."

"Don't," Harley said. She put her hand on Blaze's shoulders. "He ain't worth it. Blazie. You know what today is, right?"

After

"Ooh, onesies! That's so thoughtful. Thank you Pamela," Lois Lane said. Her engagement ring glinted as she rubbed her stomach. Twenty weeks pregnant with twins, and Lois almost looked full-term. Poison Ivy was barely showing, but she sat on the loveseat with Harley, a proprietary hand on the Clown Princess of Crime's thigh.

"All organic hemp," the plant-woman said. "Hypoallergenic. Do you know if it's a boy or a girl or...?"

"Gender reveal parties are bullshit," Lois said. "But the doctors think one of each."

There was no beer. Captain Boomerang, Killer Croc, Rick Flagg, Harley, and Blaze drank mimosas. Katana and the other women stuck to fruit juice.

"You don't want anything to drink, babe?" Flagg asked Katana as she leaned against him.

"Don't call me babe," she said. "And no, I think I'll stay away from ****...for nine months or so."

It took Flagg a moment to realize what she meant. His jaw fell as the full impact sunk in...and the whole baby shower laughed at his expense.

Katana's elbow hit him in the ribs.

"I'm kidding, you goof." She gave him a rare smile. "Like you're man enough to knock me up!"

"Hey, I am plenty manly!" Flagg said, which brought forth a heartier laugh from the assembled group.

Not their normal after-party...but it gave Lois Lane a chance to invite them all to the wedding.

After After

"She saved our ass," Flagg protested.

"And nearly cost you the mission." Waller pointed out.

"But she didn't."

"No. That's promising."

"What happened to West?" Flagg changed the subject.

"You have no need to know, captain," she said. "And know better than to ask."

"So...what now?"

"For the time being, Blaze can continue to accompany you on missions," Waller said. "Our counter in case she goes rogue is now in place."

Flagg frowned. There was nothing else to say. For now.

After After After

Overflowing trash bin. Piles of diapers. Onesies. A handmade Japanese crib. Bibs, bottles, blankets, stuffed animals...

Lois was grinding her ass against Blaze's crotch on the couch. The demonic dickgirl was massaging her fiance's back.

"Babe...this thing I've been doing. With the Squad," Angie said, in the tone of voice that she could only use around Lois. "I know I started it because I needed to do something, and I couldn't be a supervillain any more, but I...some of the things we do...they're bothering me, a little."

Lois stood up. Her skirt dropped. The demon smiled as she saw the fuck-me-panties that the pregnant reporter was wearing. Blue silk, but with a heart-shaped hole situated around the anus. Blaze remembered how after everyone else had left, Lois had excused herself to go to the bathroom...no doubt to clean herself out. The demon quickly unbuckled her pants, freed her cock.

"Check the cushions to your left," Lois said as she spread her cheeks with her hands.

A slim bottle of lube. Blaze greased up her dick. Reached up to rub the remainder on the little pucker.

Lois dropped into a squat. Blaze helped guide her down, until her pregnant fiance's asshole kissed the tip of her cock.

"Do you want to quit?" Lois said, as she pressed downward, slowly but with eager determination.

"I don't...they need me," Blaze said.

"I'm glad you've made some friends," Lois said and gave that little sigh that she only made when Blaze's cock stretched her ass. Slowly, slowly, with aching slowness she slid down, until the whole of the hard shaft was buried in her asshole.

Blaze reached around to grasp the reporter's distended abdomen. Their son and daughter were in there.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," the demon whispered. "I just...I have this feeling. If things keep up this way...I might have to do something I don't want to do."

Lois gripped the dickgirl's knees. Began to raise and lower herself, very carefully.

"You're a good person, Angie," Lois said. "I trust you. It won't be long now when we're going to have bigger responsibilities. I'm counting on you. So whatever you need to do...just do it."

Blaze swallowed. The reporter's asshole squeezed her cock like a vise, the inside soft, hot, spongy...

She hoped the future Lois Blaze-Lane knew what she had just given Angelica Blaze permission to do.