Epilogue: Shotgun Wedding

The bride wore black...and was about three months pregnant, her stomach stretching out the dark fabric. Lois Lane thought Alice looked beautiful, even if the young woman had definitely packed on a few pounds in the last few months, the thin goth decrying every single pound she gained...even as she sent Lois out for hamburgers or pizza or ice cream.

Lucy Lane tied her sister's bowtie. Lois Lane's topcoat and tails ended in a black kilt, with a white sporran. Their father had suggested it as a joke, but Alice had leaped on the idea, thinking it would be a good compromise, since it let Lois wear a skirt but also wouldn't require them both to be in dresses.

"Showtime," Lucy said as the music started.

Family and friends had gathered. The "bride's side" with Black Alice had been a bit light...but as Lois waited in front of the altar, she saw that the supernatural crew had filled in. Zatanna had come, and gotten John Constantine out of his trenchoat and into a tuxedo. What looked for all the world like a chimpanzee, a deerstalker on his head, also in a suit, was holding the hand of a woman in a blue dress and a golden helmet on her head. On her own side, Lois smiled to see all the people from the office: Clark Kent, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, Cat Grant...her sister Lucy was playing chief bridesmaid, and in the back she recognized Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and some of the other Justice League types.

Then there came Black Alice herself, waddling down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of black roses. The organist somehow segued from Pachebel in D Minor to a spirited rendition of "Paint It Black."

Jason Blood, in a clerical collar, opened a book bound in black fur.

"Dearly beloved..." he began.

"Do you, Lois Lane, take Lori Zechlin to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, through sickness and health, until **** do you part?" he said, as the ceremony neared it's climax. The reporter felt her heart jump into her throat.

"I do."

He consulted the slip of paper in his book where Alice had written her own vows.

"And do you Lori, Black Alice, take Lois Lane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, if not to honor and obey, one soul bound to another, in the name of the Dark Mother and the Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young, Iä! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah-nagl fhtagn..."

"I mote it be," Alice said, and Lois could almost see the black lips smile as whatever little binding spell tied them together. Rings of black gold slid onto their fingers.

"Then by the power vested in me by the city of Metropolis, I pronounce you married," he closed the book with a snap and made a gesture in the air that made the black candles flicker as though a sudden wind howled through the small chapel. "You may kiss the bride."

Lois Lane lifted the veil. Somehow, she was afraid...afraid that maybe Blaze had some further ****, that this wasn't Alice at all, that she had been tricked...but no, the eyes she stared at where the same ones she had looked into all those months ago, when the two of them had been buggered together on her desk, and their baby had been conceived.

With a sudden surge of passion, Lois grabbed her bride and pressed her lips against her own...and Black Alice bent backwards with the **** of the kiss, her mouth opening to let her tongue slide into the reporter's mouth. The reporter's hands came down on those hips she knew so well, and her throbbing cock pressed against that swollen belly...

Jason Blood coughed. He whispered, just loud enough for them to hear. "Save it for the honeymoon, please."

Blushing, lips smeared with her bride's lipstick, still able to taste her, Lois relented, they turned to face the crowd...and there were cheers, clapping. They walked, arm in arm, out of the chapel...then music and an open bar...Zatanna would have caught the bouquet, but Wonder Woman's hips slammed the witch aside; which made Constantine look relieved and Clark Kent look suddenly nervous...

...back at home, late that night. Lois nearly sprained her back carrying her bride across the threshold.

"I'm glad we didn't wait until you were any bigger," Lois murmured.

"Shut up, or you don't get your honeymoon present!"

Lois smiled as she set her bride down. "What's that? A bottle of scotch?"

"No," Alice said as she led the way to the bedroom. "But it has been aged to perfection...19 years...help me off with this."

The newlywed reporter unzipped her bride's dress. Pregnancy was doing wonders for the young woman's curves, and Lois admired the garterbelts and hose...and was only mildly surprised to see that her love had attended the ceremony without wearing any panties...and then Black Alice climbed onto the bed, her black veil still on her head, heels still on her feet, and reached back and spread her ass...

A dark knob was protruding from between her cheeks.

"I was fasting all day yesterday. I had an enema before the ceremony," she waggled her ass.

Lois felt momentarily breathless...and then pulled off her tie and shucked her jacket. Her cock was already straining beneath her kilt.

"Baby...are you sure? I mean, we haven't done any butt stuff since..."

"I know," Alice said. "I wanted...I wanted to give you all of me." The young woman, soon-to-be-mother bit her lip and looked at Lois pleadingly. "Fuck my ass? Please?"

There was lube by the bed. In half a heartbeat, the reporter's cock was slathered up and ready to go. Alice was moaning as Lois pulled at the plug...and the reporter watched, fascinated, as the little brown-eye was pulled open...and when she had taken out the toy and dropped it on the bedside table, the young bride held her ass open, gaping, so that Lois could see down into the pink tunnel...just before she filled it with her cock.

It was tight. Tighter than her pussy. Lois fed her dick in slowly, conscious of every twitch as Alice held her ass open with both hands. The reporter was scarce afraid to breathe, while the bride in her veil was panting, pussy dripping, almost gagging for it...and the meat ring seemed to suck the cock in, as readily as Lois Lane's ring had slid onto Alice's finger...and they both of them, together, sighed in contentment.

Then Alice let out a little girlish chuckle.

"What is it?" Lois said, afraid to move.

"I just remembered...I changed my name, after we signed the wedding license. As of today, I'm officially Lori Lane!"

Lois smiled. "I'm still going to call you Alice."

"Hmm. You better," Lori Lane said. The young woman's smile faded. "Lois? I really do love you. I don't want anyone else to fuck my ass but you."

"I love you to, Lois," Lois let her hands run down to cradle that little belly. "All of you. Until the end of the world."