Epilogue: Cocks & Consequences

It was the morning after. Lois Lane was the little spoon. Angelica's warm body curled around her...and, the reporter felt with a grin, the swollen cock was still buried in her ass. The reporter stretched. Her lover's dick was so snug inside her backside...yet now that she was awake, Lois could feel the full impact of last night's anal train coming back to haunt her. The reporter's asshole was puffy, sore...really sore. Lois bit her lip as she moved just a little. It was like the day after losing her virginity, or overdoing it at the gym; all of the torn muscles from last night were making themselves known.

More than that, nature was calling.

Lois leaned forward as Blaze snored away softly. The pain was sharper as she moved. It felt like her whole asshole was on fire. Angie's erection wasn't helping any; the stiff prick felt thicker than the reporter's wrist, even though she knew that was impossible, and every movement sent little shooting pains through the reporter's lower body.

Fuck, Lois thought to herself. It almost feels like it's stuck in there!

Fortunately, the reporter was near the edge of the bed. The bedraggled reporter inched forward, almost dragging Blaze along with her by the cock.

Just drop off the edge of the bed. Let gravity help me pull this cock out of my ass. Simple.

It was possible that Lois Lane wasn't fully awake when she came up with that plan. Full consciousness rushed at the reporter a moment before she hit the floor. Gravity and the weight of her body did pull her ass off of Angelica's cock...but it did so with a wrenching, tearing sensation that ripped a short-lived scream from the reporter's throat.

Instinct to protect the baby had Lois hit the floor palms and knees first, rather than landing flat on her tits and stomach, but Lois Lane could barely process anything.

My ass...something's hanging out of my ass...

Angelica's head rolled over the side of the bed, her wild, unkempt mane of black hair hanging down. The dickgirl yawned.

"Sweetmeat? Are you okay? There's blood on my dick."

Lois closed her eyes and counted to three. Her ass was on fire. Her whole colon was a single mass of pain, and it felt like she was taking a shit and it was hanging on, except...

"Angie," the reporter managed, voice shaking. "Take a look at my ass."

There was a thump. Lois was distinctly aware of Blaze's breath on her ass.

"So...good news or bad news?" The dickgirl asked.

"Bad news," Lois said.

"You've definitely prolapsed. Like, bad. Forget rosebudding, total pink sock situation. Your asshole has turned completely inside out, and I think there's about four inches of your colon airing."

The reporter swallowed hard. "Good news?"

Something pressed against the integument hanging out of Lois's busted ass.

"It's kind of sexy. Can I fuck it?"

Lois resisted the urge to kick backward. She needed Angie alive to get her to the hospital.

"No. You cannot fuck my ass right now. My ass is broken."

Angie climbed to her feet, grumbling. "Fine, fine. Just that I've got this hardon and nothing to do with it. You want me to poke it back in? Maybe some ice?"

"Get me to a fucking emergency room!" The reporter screamed, shaking with pain and rage.

The reporter buried her head in her hand. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain this to the doctor in the ER.