Epilogue: Gay Marriage Ban Blues

"Fucking Republicans!" Blaze fumed. "Fucking hypocritical bible-thumping, sister-fucking, inbred evil fucking FUCKS!"

"Babe, calm down," Lois Lane said. "Look, it's not the end of the world. We can just get married somewhere else."

"But we're not even fucking gay!" Big tears appeared in Angelica Blaze's eyes, and the next moment found Lois hugging her six-weeks-pregnant fiance as she cried into her shoulder. The reporter sighed. Pregnancy hormones had hit Blaze like a truck, and the former demon was not taking it well.

"We're...complicated," Lois said. "I mean, I was born a woman, and you are a woman, and I have a dick now which we are not telling people about, so...look, it'll be okay. Metropolis still recognizes marriage licenses from out-of-state. We'll just go to New Jersey. Or Gotham."

Blaze sniffed. "Same-sex marriage is legal in Gotham?"

"Yeah, I think Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn held the governor's dog hostage until they signed the bill into law or something," Lois let her hands fall down to Blaze's ass and gave it a squeeze. There was a bit more of it to squeeze these days. Despite Lois trying to get the former demon into her old fitness routine, the pregnant woman had been hitting the ice cream pretty regular...and it was going to all the right places. Just a couple of pounds so far, but Lois was already seeing her "other self" fill out...

"You want to know something?" Lois whispered in Angie's ear.

"What?" Blaze gave a half-hearted sniffle.

"I think you're really sexy," Lois said. Blaze made a little noise in her throat.

"I mean it. Pregnancy suits us. You've got that glow about you...and you're putting on a bit of weight..."

"Are you calling me fat!?"

"...and just the thought of you getting bigger turns me on," Lois pressed herself forward. She was wearing jeans today, and her cock was hard, the tip rising up over the waistband and pressing into Blaze's belly. There wasn't even really a curve there, not yet. Just a promise of a curve.

Blaze snorted...and then fumbled to free the cock from Lois's pants. "You realize this is just how you look knocked up, right? That's kind of gay."

"Hmm-hmm," Lois hummed. "And maybe you're just gay for this dick."

The pregnant woman began to gather up her skirts as the cock popped free.

"We're really bad at this, aren't we?" Angie said. She took a step backwards and leaned against the table, legs spread to show the hairy forest of her cunny. Shaving was something else Lois had to show Blaze how to do. "I mean, we're all fucked up aren't we?"

Lois stepped forward and bent her knees a little, grabbing the cock by the base and feeding it into the hot hairy cunny in front of her.

"It's a weird world," the dickgirl reporter said as she slid her cock forward. "I mean, there are heroes that can break mountains with their bare hands and save the planet every week from alien invasions, but they can't **** the bigots to recognize that sometimes love comes in more shapes and sizes than...than just a man and a woman."

Blaze bit her lips and shifted her hips, letting Lois slide deeper inside of her. They began to move, just like that, the pregnant woman trying to stick out her stomach. She still wasn't showing yet, but Lois rain her hand along the abdomen anyway, imagining what Blaze would look like when she was full-term...barely able to walk...the reporter didn't know why the image struck her so powerfully, but her cock was achingly hard as it slid in and out of the pregnant woman's pussy.

"It's okay, Angie," Lois heard herself say, even though she was sure the former demon wasn't listening. "It'll all be okay. All we need is each other. You...and me...and the baby..."

Overall, a very effective method to chase away the blues.