Epilogue: Lois & Lana's Wedding

One of the brides was three months pregnant. The other had to special order her underwear from a boutique agency that normally serviced male porn stars.

In the front row, Lana Lang's parents sat stiff and uncomfortable in their rented finery. They were simple folk, at heart, and they struggled with the idea of their only daughter having a "gay wedding." But love drove them to do their part, for the sake of the baby and their daughter's happiness. Across the aisle, the other father of the bride, General Sam Lane, sat stiffly in his dress uniform. In his own mind, he thought that things used to be simpler, before all these aliens and mystics and whatnot made the world such a terribly complicated place—but his older daughter was in love, and that was enough.

They were all there for them. Friends and family, co-workers from the Daily Planet, neighbors all the way from Smallville, Kansas. Clark Kent had brought Diana Prince as his date, and his cousin Linda Danvers was on Lana's side. Lucy Lane stood by Lana as her maid of honor. Jimmy Olsen was the ringbearer.

The minister smiled from the podium, as he finished the introduction with the traditional formula.

"...does anyone here know why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony?"

A woman stood up from the back pew. Her white dress burnt to cinders in moments, followed by a crack of thunder that rattled the stained-glass windows. All eyes turned to see the strange woman, tall and lean, with blood red skin and dark horns curling back over her wild mane of black hair. She was dressed in a lewd v-shaped orange sash that barely covered her breasts and genitals, leaving her arms and legs bare, with a belt of leering demonic faces about her hips.

The demon held aloft a smartphone in her right hand.

"I, the demon Blaze, know! These two should not be wed, because it was my demonic app which changed their genitals—my power that allowed Lois Lane to impregnate Lana Lang! My power that yet can change them on a whim, with one click of a button! Now, I dema—aagh!"

The cellphone exploded in her hand. Clark Kent quickly raised his glasses, the red fading from his pupils. Linda Danvers and Diana Prince stepped into the aisle and advanced on the demon.

"Wait—what are you—No! I was the one that gave Lois her cock! Lana Lang rutted with her like a whore! A who—"

It has been said that Supergirl is as strong as her cousin. Yet unlike Superman, who had grown up for years under a yellow sun and learned to control his strength, the blonde Kryptonian sometimes used a little too much.

Which is why her first hit sent one of Blaze's teeth through a stained glass window with all the speed of a bullet. The demon's jaw sagged open, the mandible shattered by the blow.

Wonder Woman was trained as a soldier. She knew to take her opponent's weapons first.

Which is why she grabbed the demon's uninjured hand and snapped all four fingers backward at once, to preclude any mystic gestures.

The demon, unable to invoke or conjure, belatedly tried to fight back. The two women picked her up and carried her out of the chapel.

There were flashes of light. The rumble of thunder and crack of lightning. The crack of bone and a subsonic vibration, rhythmic and terrible in its intensity. Like a superhuman boot curbstomping a demonic skull over and over.

The priest coughed, cleared his throat.

"Anyone else?" His eyes scanned the audience. None of them dared breathe. Outside, the tumult came to an end. The doors swung open, and Diana Prince and Linda Danvers walked back through, smoothing out some of the rumples on their dresses. There were some odd tears and scorch marks, and Diana had broken the heel of her shoe, so that she hobbled, somewhat elegantly, back to her seat.

"Very well. We shall continue with the ceremony..."

Vows were exchanged. Lana and Lois kissed. Tears were shed...and down in hell, the demon Blaze nursed her wounds and vowed ****.

Her brother Satanus found her there, some hours later.

"You look like shit," he observed cheerfully. His smile and pure white eyes were all she could within the darkness of his helmet. "Was that really your plan, after all that business with the missing women and the app? Go there and try to disrupt the wedding, waving a smartphone around like a fool? Do you want to see how your tortured victims are celebrating right now?"

One crimson hand clawed at the air. An eighty-inch slab of Hell's atmosphere faded away, to give the demon Blaze a high-definition view of the pregnant Lana Lang-Lane, on her knees dressed in only her wedding veil and white stockings. Lois Lang-Lane had greased up her crimson cock, and was pressing the head against her wife's puckered asshole. A final frontier, a term of endearment for both of them. The two demons watched in silence as the tiny hole was gently stretched apart, the redheaded bride's gravid belly hovering above the sheets.

"C'mon babe! Fuck your pregnant wife in the ass!" Lana's voice came through, a little tinnily.

"And how would you have done it any differently, brother?" Blaze said, her voice almost choked with anger.

"Well, for starters," he said. "I would have put my own child inside of the bride's belly."

His toothy grin flashed wider. "In fact..."

The muscular demon slid his loincloth aside...and Blaze stared, in fascination, as where his great crimson cock should have been, there was instead a very pale and human-looking cunt.

"Is that...?" Blaze asked. Then she looked up on the screen. The crimson cock was the same shade as her brother's flesh. "Did you...?"

"A small alteration I made to your original enchantment," Satanus said with a grin. "Lois Lane has been fucking her lover with my cock—and it is my seed that has taken root inside of her womb, my child that will be born."

Blaze nodded, absently. Her eyes were on Lois Lane's pussy, now in place on her brother's body. That offered...new possibilities for ****.

Very interesting possibilities.