Epilogue: Fare Thee Well

"So," her father said, big smile under his mustache. "When are you going to get married?"

Lois Lane and her sister Lucy both groaned. Clark Kent and his cousin blushed and looked away. Cat Grant and Lana Lang took sips of wine to cover their smiles. Angie Blaze had her legs spread, and Jimmy Olsen's camera flashed, catching a nice upskirt of her barely-contained dick, sock and all. The whole baby shower had come to a standstill.

"It's...complicated, dad," Lois said, one hand resting on her stomach. "We're...working through the issues."

Over the last couple of months, Lois had gotten used to being pregnant. She'd gotten used to living with an undocumented, horny hermaphrodite who seemed to live solely for sticking her cock in Lois Lane. As she entered what she thought would be the eighth month, Clark had gently suggested a baby shower...and Perry White had less gently suggested maternity leave, so it would be a combination going-away party. Strictly temporary, until she was back on her feet after the baby was born, yadda yadda.

Then they had gone and invited her dad.

"I don't see what's so complicated about it," Sam Lane said gruffly. "I mean, I'm not insisting on a church wedding, but a justice of the peace..."

"We'll talk about this later, dad," Lois said. "I promise. Now help me up? I have to pee."

In truth, Lois needed the help. Her stomach had surged forward these last couple of weeks, her breasts were sore and none of her bras fit, her ankles had swollen, and the weight on her bladder meant she had to pee every fifteen minutes. Last night she'd taken three separate piss breaks while fucking Angie, and eventually the dickgirl had to settle for getting sucked off while the exhausted pregnant woman had been sitting on the toilet.

Most women had more time to plan, but Lois felt the clock ticking and...well, she was the sole breadwinner in the family-to-be, and Angie, bless her formerly demonic heart, was a big help around the house but without an ID or money of her own couldn't handle things like paying bills or getting Lois to doctor's appointments. It was going to be tough once the baby was born...

When Lois emerged from the toilet, Angie and Clark were in conversation. There was some history there that Lois wasn't entirely aware of...her reporter instincts were sure of it...and her curiosity was piqued when Clark passed her lover a large manilla envelope. Waddling forward, Lois peeked around the hulking Kansan.

"What's that?" she asked.

Clark looked down and smiled. "A...gift from some friends. Naturalization certificate, foreign birth certificate, passport, state ID card, social security card. Angelica Blaze is now an official citizen of the United States of America."

Lois raised her eyebrows. "Will it hold up if she gets arrested?"

"They're official documents," he said, obviously unhappy at the criminality that implied. "Some people owed me favors."

The pregnant reporter gave him a hug...and then she picked a blonde hair off of his shoulder. Lois raised an eyebrow...then glanced at his petite, blonde cousin...

"Smallville," she said quietly. "You had better be making love to your cousin every chance you get."

He coughed, and blushed—but didn't deny it. She gave him another squeeze.

It was a silly little party, happy in some ways, sad in some ways. There was cake, and presents—baby clothes, diapers, a crib, wet wipes, bottles and bibs. Jimmy brought a milk pump, which occasioned some jokes. They played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, and someone put Lex Luthor's face on the ass. Angie was restless, Lois could tell. She didn't really know all these people, and felt...out of place. Uncomfortable. Even startled when Sam Lane had given her a big hug and said she could call him "dad," and referred to her as "my future daughter-in-law."

They filed out, eventually, and that was that. Clark was the last, Kara clinging to his arm, and he assured Lois:

"This isn't goodbye. Just fare thee well. You'll be back in the office after the baby, I'm sure of it...and who knows?" He placed a hand on his cousin's. "Maybe we'll have our own announcement to make by the time you get back."

Lois smiled and hugged him goodby. She knew she would be off from work until the baby came, and a few weeks after that. Angie stood behind her, and they were all alone together. They were stuck here together in the same apartment for months. Just the two of them.

"Your sister is attractive," Blaze said. The pregnant reporter picked up the nearest box of diapers and hit her with them.

"You're not allowed to fuck my sister," Lois said curtly. "In fact, you're not allowed to fuck anyone except me!"

Blaze grinned. Lois didn't have to look down to see the erection tenting the front of Angie's dress.

"Is that a command, my queen?"

Lois sighed. In truth, she wasn't feeling particularly horny right now.

"I'm tired," she said. "And my feet are killing me. Maybe I can suck you off later?"

To her surprise, Angie came over and lifted the reporter's legs. Pulled off the pregnant woman's shoes and began to massage the swollen feet and ankles. The erection was still there, but the dickgirl seemed to be ignoring it...and Lois laid her head back and let those slim fingers work their magic. Inside of her, the baby started to move.

"You know," Lois said and raised her head. "With your new paperwork, we could get married."

Blaze frowned.

"What's wrong?" Lois said.

"Nothing. It's just...I've never fucked a married woman before. Seems wrong somehow."

Which is when Lois hit the dickgirl with the other box of diapers...and Angie laughed and lifted the reporter's toes to suck on them, her pink tongue squirming over Lois Lane's soft feet with their little toes...and Lois wondered, really wondered, if all this would work out. There were so many ways it could go horribly wrong.