Epilogue: Girl's Night Out

"...and it's like, I know she's a demon, but at the same time she's been a big help with me as I set up my new apartment, and re-buy all my clothes, and...and for those nights when I just want to watch a movie with someone, or need to talk, and..."

"How long have you been fucking her without protection?" Wonder Woman asked, bluntly. The Amazon was dressed casually, in a star-spangled red t-shirt and blue jeans that complimented her long legs, ending in high-heeled black boots. The metal bracelets gave her a bit of punk look.

Lois Lane sighed. She was wearing her work clothes...a black suit with no tie, buttons open on her blouse to let her girls breathe a little. "I guess four weeks, now. I mean, sometimes I'd remember to ask about a condom, but most of the time I just...I needed some dick, okay?"

"Sex is perfectly normal and healthy," Lana Lang said, and reached over to pat the reporter's arm. The redhead had on a gray tweed business dress with a tight skirt. "But you know you should be careful. You could...I mean...you're still young. That sort of thing happens."

Supergirl, nineteen years old and still sipping a bottle of Coca-Cola from a straw, dressed in skinny jeans, tennis shoes, and a white t-shirt that left her midriff bare, was blushing at all this explicit talk. Wonder Woman turned to her.

"And what about Superman? Wasn't he romantically interested in Lois? How does he feel about all this?"

The blonde superheroine coughed gently. "He, um. We. He's been fucking me in the ass for the last month and a half."

Her voice dropped down to almost a whisper at that last part, and all the women at the table turned to stare.

"I...I really like anal," Supergirl said. "And...and neither of us wants me to get pregnant yet, so..."

Wonder Woman reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I'm hearing this."

Power Girl smiled and playfully punched the younger, skinnier blonde in the shoulder. The buxom blonde was wearing a keyhole sweater, of course, and tight-fitting, low-slung corduroy pants that emphasized the size of her ass and muscular thighs as well. "I could hear more. You go girl! Get that super dick!"

"Ladies," Lana said, raising her glass of wine. "If we could focus, we're here tonight to help Lois make up her mind about Blaze."

Power Girl reached out and refilled her own wineglass. "Sounds to me like Lois has already made her decision, she just hasn't admitted it yet."

Wonder Woman took the bottle from her. "This is not a joking matter, Kara. There is more to a relationship than just sex."

"Says people who aren't getting any!" Power Girl shot back.

"Fuck you!" Wonder Woman said, eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring.

"Any time!" Power Girl leaned forward. "You could use a good fuck!"

"Ladies!" Lois grabbed the bottle, gauged how much was left in the bottom of it, and then tossed her headback. The assembled ladies watched in silence as glug-glug-glug, the last couple inches of wine slid down the reporter's throat.

"You, um, should take it easy," Supergirl said. "I mean, if you are...I mean, I can check if you want..."

Lois Lane slammed the bottle back in the table. A bit of wine drooled down from her lips.

"It's too early for a test," Lois said. "But Kara's right. I have been avoiding the issue. I've just been treating Angie as a...friend with benefits. Dick in a glass jar. In case of emergency, break open glass. Then the emergency happened...and I haven't put it back in the jar yet."

Lana found a napkin and dabbed at the red line at the corner of the reporter's mouth.

The ladies looked around at Lois, all of them showing concern, support.

"It might not work out," Wonder Woman said. "She's evil."

"It might work out," Power Girl countered. "She's hot."

"If you're worried about pregnancy, there's always anal," Supergirl added.

"Well, Lois?" Lana Lang said. "What are you going to do? What do you want to do?"

Blaze was putting the IKEA couch together when Lois staggered home. She stared groggily around at the blank walls of her new apartment, and settled on Angie. The demon was dressed in the reporter's borrowed panties, and nothing else.

"Okay!" Lois said. "I'll be your girlfriend. But you can only fuck me in the ass!"

The pure white eyes blinked. The bulge in her panties twitched.

"Okay?" The scarlet succubus blinked again. "Right now?"

Lois was taken aback by this question. She considered it for several moments.

"I need an enema first. Then you fuck my ass!"

Blaze gave a toothy grin. Nothing like her normal half-smile.

"Anything for my new girlfriend."