Epilogue: Stronger

Lois took a deep breath. At twelve weeks, she could have hidden the pregnancy if she really wanted to. Her bump was a bare swell that she couldn't suck in, but the reporter could have hidden it with a baggy shirt, and her breasts hadn't grown much at all.

Except Lois didn't want to hide it. Not any more.

She wore a wide belt, the buckle centered on her mound and accentuated the swell, the black skirt with its white polka dots swishing down to her knees, a white sleeveless shirt on top. The ring gleamed and caught the eyes of every gossiping cunt in the office, and Lois held herself proudly.

The reporter passed by Clark Kent's desk. The chair hadn't moved from when he had neatly tucked in last. Jimmy appeared at her elbow, staring at it. He was wearing a pink skirt and a hairbow today, and looked like he wanted to borrow her lipstick.

"Where's Smallville, Jimmy?

"Leave of absence, Miss Lane," the photographer said.

"It's Mrs. Lane now, Jimmy," Lois said. It felt good to actually say that out loud, somehow. "Is everything all right? He didn't say anything to me."

"Family business, I think. Back in Kansas."

She nodded. That made sense. Still, something nagged her about it. The reporter realized she hadn't seen any reports of Superman the last couple of days either...

Lois was still thinking about that when she left that night. Darkness came quickly to Metropolis, that time of year, though Lois knew it was never really dark. There was too much light spill from all the streetlights and buildings; you couldn't see the stars in Metropolis, and even the alleys didn't seem as dark as all that...

...but dark enough, as someone stepped out of the darkness behind her. The pregnant reporter froze as a wrist pressed against her neck, an erection pressed into the crack of her ass...and a sharp pain came to her belly. The point of a knife.

"Scream, bitch, and I'll carve that brat out of your belly," the voice was high-pitched, but masculine. Heavy breathing. That faintly sickly funk that Lois often attributed to men who didn't wash every day.

"What do you want?" She said, standing very still. Instinctively, she began to focus on her lessons. That core of power deep inside of her, like a burning coal. The pain had her on edge, the threat to the baby, and that sudden flare of anger and fear she poured into it, kindling the coal into a flame.

"Pussy," he whispered, and began to drag her back into the alley. His breath was foul. Bad teeth and bad booze, but more than that she could feel his eagerness. It wasn't lust...**** rarely is...it was about power. Lois could tell he wanted to hurt her. Humiliate her.

She didn't fight, as he backed her into the alley. Not even when he pushed her up against the wall. The knife moved, pressed against the back of her neck. His free hand lifted the back of her skirt, pulled hard at her panties. Cloth ripped, and she heard his zipper come down.

The flame burned at her core. It filled the reporter's whole body with an almost sexual heat. The shadows of the alley seemed to dance in the corners of her eyes, and her pussy began to drip as her body stood on edge, ready for her to direct it where it had to go...and though her would-be **** couldn't see it, because her face was to the wall, Lois Lane smiled a smile that wouldn't be out of place on her wife's demonic countenance.

The power flowed down between her legs. Lois shaped the thought carefully, and her body responded. She hadn't practiced this with Blaze, and it took precious moments for the small sharp teeth to form, the hard cartilaginous jaws to take shape, like a bear trap. For muscles to grow and connect.

By which time his small, hard, unprotected prick was already spreading her lips. He thrust forward, as deep inside of her as he could, and Lois could almost feel the sick, ugly need there, the desire to hear her moan in pain and horror, to sob and cry at this violation of her sacred place.

She let him pump her a few times, staying silent, denying him even that bit of satisfaction as she finished the changes. In anger and frustration, the **** pushed forward deeper than before...

...and Lois Lane's vagina dentata snapped shut. The hard, white, teeth were triangular, serrated like those of a shark, and bit deep into the invading cock from both sides. Not far enough to fully sever the thing...but it didn't matter. At the sharp pain around the base of his prick, the idiot pulled backward, half-slipped, and the weight of his body pulled him down. All Lois had to do was squeeze her pseudo-jaws as tight as they would go, as the cock was pulled through the sharp teeth, shredding his penis into bloody scraps.

He finally screamed, high-pitched and terrible, as he fell down, grasping at the bleeding stump of his manhood. Lois **** herself to relax, and the head and other little bits of his pathetic pecker fell out of her, onto the floor of the filthy alley.

The pregnant reporter turned on him then, the power burning strong within her...and just for a moment she relaxed and let him see her as she was...as she really was. The black veins beneath the unnaturally pale skin, showing her terrible corruption...and he screamed again, higher and higher...and passed out, whether from fright or blood loss, Lois wasn't sure.

Blaze is right, Lois thought, as she fled the alley, resuming her human seeming, slowly dissolving the vagina dentata, shaking in the aftermath of her spell. I'm getting stronger. There's a time when I couldn't have managed that kind of spell at all.

Lois told herself it was adrenaline that was responsible for the sick nausea that came over her, three blocks later. Or morning sickness. She stopped to vomit on the street, before fetching out her smartphone to dial 9-1-1. A part of her couldn't believe what she had just done...and that having done it, she had just left him there, to maybe die. The operator came on line and Lois told her about how a man had tried to **** a woman at knifepoint, but the woman had injured him and fled...leaving herself out of it, except as a witness.

She hesitated before heading back, at least until she heard the ambulance sirens. It wasn't like her to leave anyone to die...wasn't it?

For the first time, Lois wondered if Blaze's lessons were affecting her in ways she didn't expect.