Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad: The Sixth Mission

"You are all my bitches!"

Cosmic power cackled from the misshapen clone of Darkseid. Three glowing eyes stared out from where two faces were fused together. Erratic bursts of crimson light from these eyes zig-zagged across the lab. Whatever they touch burst into puffs of dust, which swiftly faded.

"Would it have been too much," Harley Quinn shouted as Rick Flagg popped up to empty his **** rifle at the genetic abomination, "for them to give him pants?"

The legs of the Darkseid thing were shrunken, misshapen, bent and club-footed; utterly useless to walk, the creature floated above them, screaming incoherent rage. Between the twisted limbs, however, hung the largest genitals that Blaze had ever seen on anything humanoid. The great grey cock hung down like an elephant's trunk, and the pendulous hanging sack seemed to contain far too many testicles.

"I got this!" Captain Boomerang said. He flashed a grin and pulled out one of his "special" boomerangs. At some point, the Australian criminal had written "Nietzsche" on the side in black sharpie. "Nth-metal! Just you sheilas watch."

He stood, turned, and tossed in one smooth motion, his arms a blur of superspeed; he was ducking down before the cloned New God had a chance to turn its grotesque head. Blaze peaked from behind the desk she was using as cover to see the razor-sharp weapons swing in an arc through the air...and succeed in cutting off the tip of the thing's cock.

The stony grey foreskin hit the ground with a wet thunk. A red beam caught the offending Nietzsche in mid-air, vaporizing it instantly.

"Nice shot, super-mohel," the demon said dryly.

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
Pre-Mission Briefing

"So," Waller said. "Do we understand one another?"

The short, portly black woman was seated behind her desk. Blaze had rarely known any human more self-assured and confident without being condescending. While the demonic dickgirl was the only one in the room with testicles, she had to admit that either Amanda Waller had bigger balls, or she could act like she did.

"You have children. A husband. You know what it is like to be a mother. To love." Blaze said. She let her human form slip. "And I know you are used to dealing with supervillains of great power and little sanity. So I will not speak of ****. What I wish you to understand is that while it satisfies me to risk my own life in these missions—and that you, in your position, feel the need for—insurance—in case I go rogue..."

Blaze leaned over the desk, her knuckles on the hand.

"...if your paranoia reaches the point where it threatens my wife or child, I will end our association, permanently. If they are actually harmed, I will end you, permanently. Do not take this as a threat, but as a basis for our future...working relationship."

Waller's gaze was steady as she stared into the demon's pure white eyes. Unconsciously, Blaze removed her hands from the desk.

"Yes," the black woman said. "I believe we understand each other exactly."

Now

"We need a plan!" Flagg shouted. The Suicide Squad rolled out of the way as a red beam disintegrated their cover. They jumped and crawled to new cover. A red beam singed her tunic, which burned away...revealing a single pink nipple like an unripe strawberry. For a moment, the clone of Darkseid seemed to pause...and then the topless demon was behind a cement pillar.

"We need to get closer," Blaze said. "I have an idea, but it's a bit suicidal!"

"I like this plan!" Harley shouted from behind a cloning tube. "I'm excited to be apart of it!"

"Okay," Blaze took a deep breath. "Ladies, show him your tits!"

No one moved for a moment. Blaze jumped out of hiding. One red eye turned toward her...and the terrible Omega Beam paused momentarily.

But only for a moment. Blaze kept moving, tits shaking as a burst of godlike power carved a line in the pillar she had been hidning behind.

Harley Quin ripped open her shirt. Pale breasts jiggled as she came out of hiding, and once again the godlike thing was distracted.

There was a slice of fabric, and a topless Katana, sword in hard, emerged. Her were the largest breasts of the three, natural D-cups, the nipples darker than the other two.

The two faces on the floating Darkseid clone twisted and turned, trying to keep three eyes on six moving tits at the same time. The women circled in closer and closer. The red rays burst out sporadically, the grey cock swelling and rising, until it was bigger and thicker than Harley's baseball bat, the rocklike head growing hard as a bowling ball. The unbalanced clone began to list in mid-air...

"Alright mates!" Captain Boomerang sprang from cover, his shirt torn off to show his bare, hairy chest. "Shirts versus skins!"

All three eyes turned on him, the twin faces united suddenly in anger. Boomerang's face fell as three Omega Beams surged toward him...merged into a single blast of cosmic power...

Blaze grabbed the cock and pulled the clone down; Harley's baseball bat slammed into the side of its head, causing the gaze to skew, the triple Omega Beam missing Boomerang by inches. Katana finished the job with an overhand strike that separated the godling's head from its scrawny neck...and the red light faded from its eyes. Swiftly, the flesh began to decompose.

"Boomerang, put on your shirt," Flagg said. "That's an order."

After

"So," Flagg asked as he found a place to set his beer among the empties on the bar table. "Are we cool?"

Blaze sipped her microbrew and eyed him with interest.

"That depends. Answer me honestly: how serious is it between you and Katana?"

Flagg's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Blaze said. "You saw how dark her nipples are, right?"

"Sure."

"Were they always that dark?"

"I—" he paused.

"She's been putting on weight lately? Or maybe craving sour foods? Had a flu hang on for weeks?"

He swallowed. "No, I mean, that doesn't happen until...until later in..."

Blaze smiled and pat him on the knee. "All women are different. I think we're cool...daddy. But you and Tatsu need to have a talk."

After After

Lois Lane was waiting up. At twenty-eight weeks pregnant with twins, her burgeoning belly filled her lap. The old t-shirt couldn't quite cover it, and it was more comfortable to let the pajama pants sit around her hips instead of trying to get them up around her waist. She typed away at the article, shoulders aching. Her breasts had been growing, and they were so sensitive these days that she could abrely stand to touch them; she could feel the added weight in her shoulders, which felt like they were in knots.

Warm, familiar hands grabbed her from behind. Thumbs found and dug into the tired muscles. Squeezed and rubbed.

"Hmm," Lois said. "That feels good. How did it go?"

"Unusual weapon of mass destruction," Angelica Blaze Lane said to her wife. "We...defused it. The lab was destroyed. Hopefully they won't try to make it again."

Lois smiled, and saved the file she was working on. Her hands reached down to pull at the too-small t-shirt, pulling it up over her head.

"In that case," the reporter said, and she swivelled in her chair to face her wife. "I have a reward for you."

The heavily gravid woman held her hands above her head and leaned back. The view emphasized her swollen breasts, the nipples now dark, areaola huge. Once nearly flat, pregnancy had wrought serious, permanent changes on the reporter's breasts. Angie could no longer cup one of her wife's breasts in her hand without the wobbling tit overflowing her palm, and without a bra, as now, they had come to rest naturally on the top of the reporter's belly.

"Oh?" Blaze said.

"Squeeze," Lois said, her noise crinkled in amusement, a sly smile on her lips.

The demon reached down. Her fingers slid under the sensitive teats, amazed as always at the softness, the warmth. Her thumbs came around to the top, so that the dark nipples pouted out toward the dickgirl's wrists.

"Are you sure?" Blaze said. "I don't want to hurt you, and you said you were sore."

"It's alright," Lois huffed, a red flush across her cheeks. "Do it."

Blaze squeezed, with the tiniest fraction of her superhuman strength. Her thumbs and fingers sank into the tits, now so much larger than her own...and her breath left heras she looked down and saw the yellow-white drops that appeared around the dark, stiff nipples.

"Your milk!" Blaze said, in utter amazement at her wife's body.

"Wanna try it?" Lois said.

The demon sank to one knee. She shook with unexpected excitement as she brought her face down to Lois Lane's right nipple. A forked tongue slid out between her teeth, to flick at the white droplets.

"It's okay," Lois said, as she grabbed the back of her wife's head. "Go ahead and drink. There will be plenty for the babies..."

Red lips latched on, and Lois gasped at the sensation, entirely new, as the pressure on her heavy tit increased...and for the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to breastfeed.

It was a sensation Lois knew she would have to get used to.