Epilogue: Second Opinion

Lois Lane and Blaze sat in awkward silence after Zatanna left. Each chewing over the sorceress' pronouncement in their heads: that to swap them back into their proper bodies, she'd want them both married first.

"Do, um, do you have any kind of actual ID?" Lois asked. She stared at the naked woman. It was so weird to her own self there, cum dribbling down her legs. It made the crimson cock twitch.

"No, I never really needed any." Blaze frowned. "And stop getting hard. We need to think of a way out of this."

"I can't help it!" Lois growled and turned her head. She hadn't thought of it, but being in Blaze's body felt...different. Every movement felt powerful. Like she wanted to spring across the room at any instant, not tired at all. Sounds and smells were sharper too; she could taste her body's scent on the air, the lingering flavor of Zatanna, hear the rumble of the club up above them. Worse than that, there was the growing pressure down in her crotch, and Lois kept finding herself instinctively flexing muscles to lift and lower her balls...which just made the demonic dick twitch more.

Blaze seemed to be having issues accomodating to her own body. She kept running her hands up and down the reporter's slim form, pinching nipples, playing with her hair. Then Lois saw the familiar violet eyes widen as if an idea had come to her. There was no trace of the demon's old poker face, she was projecting everything openly.

"Do you know any other sorcerers?" Blaze asked. "There must be another we can ask!"

Lois blinked. "I guess...yeah, actually, I've got a Justice League list. If the numbers are still good."

One phone call later, there was a burst of light and purple smoke...and a figure stepped forth. The gleaming golden helm completely concealed their face, and their golden boots hover a few inches above the floor. The arms held the cape open wide, so that Lois could see that this incarnation of Doctor Fate was female, her breasts defined by the tight blue tunic, the golden Amulet of Anubis sitting comfortably between the swell of the breasts.

"Avant, demon!" The voice echoed oddly within the golden helmet. Her gloved hands moved into a warding gesture and became surrounded by a white glow.

The naked human woman snapped her fingers and stepped in front of Lois. "Hold your exorcism. I'm the demon Blaze, that's Lois Lane. We swapped bodies. Can you swap us back?"

The hands didn't lower...but they shifted to frame the golden amulet.

"Stand apart," the Doctor intoned. "And the Amulet of Anubis shall show the truth of your plight."

With a glance, Lois and Blaze stood side-by-side...and the amulet began to glow. THe central portion almost seemed to open, and a soft, incandescent light filled the space between them. The reporter felt her scarlet body tingle, and wondered if that was some innate sense that her demon form had for magic...and then her eyes were drawn to the light. Images seemed to form, shadowy, tenebrous, but familiar. The events of the night replaying before her eyes.

Unbidden, the cock began to stiffen between her legs as she saw her own naked body, pussy split as Blaze's cock stretched her cunny. Lois shivered in unanticipated sexual excitement as she relived her own impregnation...

The light faded. The hands crossed in front of the chest and the golden helmet tilted forward.

"You speak truth," Doctor Fate said. "Yet I cannot grant your request."

Blaze's face screwed up. "Bullshit! You are one of the most powerful mortal sorcerers on this plane!"

"I am. Yet I am bound by oath to do no harm to the unborn...and you have already conceived life within your womb. Tenuous yet it is, and it has no soul or spirit as yet. Any spell or device I would employ might endanger all three of your lives...the smallest error, and your spirit could be thrust into the embryo within you, leaving your own body empty and **** to demonic forces. No, the risk is too great."

Lois bit her lip...and cursed, as her sharper and longer teeth pierced the crimson lips. She set her mouth in a tight-lipped smile, swallowing the blood.

"Look, we don't have any clothes," Lois said. "Can you at least take us back to my apartment?"

"Easily."

The purple mists surged forward. They whipped around naked woman and demon, until Lois couldn't see anything. She felt that tingle once more in her body, like ants crawling over her skin...and instinctively reached out. A small, warm hand grabbed her own. Blaze's hand.

Then the mist cleared...and they were in Lois Lane's apartment, with no sign of Doctor Fate.

"Wonderful," Lois grumbled. Her cock was so hard it ached, standing out from her body like a crimson treebranch. "So even if Zatanna could change us back, it might be a bad idea. What are we going to do?"

Blaze sighed...and then laid a pale hand on the reporter's cock. Her own cock, Lois tried to remind herself, just as the hand that was grabbing it was her own hand.

"Well for starters," the human woman said coolly. "Why don't we take care of this...and then we'll review our options."

Lois followed as Blaze tugged the cock, leading the reporter toward her own bed.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" the demonic reporter asked.

"It's not like this body can get more pregnant," Blaze said. "Besides, I'm so horny I can hardly think straight."

Blaze laid back on the bed, her legs spread. She used both hands to spread her labia, still marked with the black demonic spunk, which was drying to a flaky grey along her thighs. Lois wrapped a crimson hand around the base of her dick and guided the crimson cockhead towards her own cunt...

"This is so weird," Lois murmured as the tip pressed into the warm fuckhole. "Like I'm fucking myself."

"Yes," Blaze said, violet eyes half-lidded. "I never thought getting fucked by myself would feel so...good."

The cock slid in. Lois leaned over her old body, conscious of the clump of cells growing within that womb...and struggling with the sensations of the tight, hot tunnel that clamped about her rigid prick...and for her own part, Blaze's breasts began to heave as inch after inch sank into her depths...

"Fuck I'm tight," Lois swore, as she stopped, her cock as deep as she dared.

Blaze's arms came down, finger tips pressed against the demonic abs.

"Slowly," the human woman said. "In and out. This is...good. Very good."

It was a strange way of making love. Lois Lane trembled, her demonic form wanting to just push forward with all of her strength and power, and it took every erg of willpower not to simply pump her own cunt until it hung in ragged and blood tatters on her steel-hard shaft...and Blaze seemed to sense this, guiding Lois with her words, caresses....until her words devolved into inarticulate moans, eyes rolling up in her head, body heaving as she fucked herself mercilessly on her own dick...and the sight and sound and feel of Blaze's climax was too much for Lois. Black jizz burned along the length of her prick as it oozed out of her cock, not spurting as Blaze had cum, but pumping thick as jelly into the already-seeded depths.

So that they lay there, locked together, panting and shaking...

"I think," Blaze said. "I have an idea. If it works, we'll get our old bodies back. If it doesn't...well...I can think of worse things than getting fucked like that for the next forty weeks."