Epilogue: That's Not A Hangover

"You been drinking," Clark Kent said with a grimace.

"I had a beer with lunch," Lois Lane said. She reached into her purse for her toothbrush and toothpaste. "Can you smell it? I'll go brush my teeth."

"It's not just the beer, Lois," Clark Kent said. He was tall and broad at the shoulder, and very casually blocked the only entrance or exit from her cubicle. His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I know you've been drinking at work. The bottles in your purse, in your desk. I'm worried about you."

The reporter froze. She had been bringing small vodka shooters to work, just to take the edge off during the day. Just a sip or two to keep the shakes off. Lois had always told herself that daydrinking was bad, but she worked hard, just needed a little something...but she didn't know how Clark Kent could possibly know that.

"Look, Smallville, I don't know what you think..."

"I know you were sick in the toilets this morning," he kept talking in that quiet, serious tone. His blue eyes were asbolutely piercing behind the lens of his black-framed glasses. "And yesterday too."

"A hangover," Lois said with a frown. "What are you, my mother? I'm an adult, Clark, I can have the occasional drink if I want..."

"It's not a hangover," he said. "You've been feeling like this for weeks. Putting on weight. Tired all the time. When was the last time you had your period?"

Lois Lane's jaw fell open.

"That's...that's none of your..."

"You're pregnant," he said. "Do you even know who the father is?"

"I...I..." The reporter's stomach suddenly lurched. She fell forward, spewing lunch all over Clark Kent's shoes. Her purse hit the floor, spilling out empty bottles...and she was still clutching her toothpaste and toothbrush in one hand as she vomited...except what was coming out of her wasn't sick. It was red and white, blood and cum, swirled together like her toothpaste...

"Ah!" Lois Lane woke up in a sweat and gasped for air.

Blaze was on top of her. Lois recognized the dickgirl's small breasts, the dark hair that framed her fuckbuddy's face...and then Lois realized the Blaze was in her, the reporter's legs drawn up wide, that fat cock grinding in and out of Lois Lane's snatch. The reporter blinked, tried to orient herself...and Blaze just kept pumping hard, her cock stretching Lois Lane's cunny out like it always did. No matter how many times Lois took that dick, it still felt like it was carving out new ground inside of her...

Almost despite herself, Lois found her body reacting. She was wet enough for Angie's cock to slide in and out with sloppy sucking noises, and the reporter found herself gripping the sheets in her hands, arching her back...trying to work that cock just right inside of her so that she could get off...and they must have been fucking for a while before she woke up, because it wasn't many sweaty minutes later when the reporter found her arms shaking and thin mewling grunts escape from her throat as her pussy clamped and shuddered around the invading prick.

A minute or two after that, Blaze's thrusts eased and stopped. They lay there panting in the dark...and Lois didn't have to see to know her pussy was a drippy, spunk-filled mess. Again.

"Angie, why do you always have to cum in me?" Lois said. "And why the fuck were you fucking me while I was asleep?"

The dickgirl chuckled. "Didn't figure I needed permission. You told me to. Don't you remember?"

Lois shook her head. Truth was, she didn't remember anything of the night before. After Kent had confronted her, Lois had rushed to the bathroom to clean up...she remembered that pretty clearly. Then she hadn't even gone back to her desk. She'd just gone straight home, where Angie was stocking the fridge with beer.

She probably had told Angie to fuck her. Hell, she'd probably started it. The reporter knew that when she got tipsy she got horny, and sometimes Blaze would just get her cock out to masturbate and then the drunk reporter would just be on it, sucking and slurping...

Blaze's cock slid out of the reporter with a wet slurp. Lois grimaced and cupped a hand between her legs. She rolled off the bed, stomach churning, hoping she wasn't dripping on the floor as she made her way to the bathroom.

...and how many times has that happened? Lois thought to herself. She had lost count. The reporter sat down on the toilet, not even bothering to wipe her cunny off. There were bruises on her legs, and she didn't know where they were from. A half-bottle of malt liquor by the trashcan. Lois picked it up, took a swig, and made a face. Flat and bitter...and then she saw the box on the sink to her left.

A box of pregnancy tests. Open. One left.

The reporter pulled out the remaining test and stared blearily at the wrapper. She hadn't answered Smallville's claim earlier that day...had tried not to think about it. Yet she was already here, so why not?

She tore off the wrapper. Hovered over the toilet with the little stick between her legs, thick globs of Blaze's jizz dripping into the water. Her own piss came out dark...not getting enough water...right on the little strip. Lois set it on the sink to dry, and moved to drop the wrapper in the trashcan...

...only to find out where the rest of the tests had gone.

The reporter's eyes widened as she dug through the trash.

Three tests. Positive. Positive. Positive.

Lois Lane swallowed heavily. She hadn't remembered taking any tests. But she also didn't remember last night...or the night before that. She had been coming home and getting blackout drunk almost night after night for weeks. The reporter told herself it was okay, because Blaze was always there, kept her out of trouble, but...but she had also been fucking Blaze all the time...and Angie never pulled out, never wore a condom...

Speak of the devil, Lois thought as the naked dickgirl came in. She blew Lois a kiss, then lifted her limp meat over the lid of the sink and began to piss. Angie looked down at the test. It hadn't been long enough yet to show a result...but the two of them stared a look.

"You think?" Angie said.

"Yeah," Lois said quietly. She held up the previous tests.

"Hmm. Guess we don't have to worry about pulling out for a while," Angie said as her yellow piss swirled down the sink.

"But...what do I do?" Lois said. "If I'm pregnant?"

"Come back to bed," Blaze suggested. "I mean, what else you going to do tonight?"

The reporter watched her fuckbuddy pull her cock over the lid of the sink, and saunter out of the bathroom back toward the bed that reeked of beer and sweat and cum...and Lois Lane wondered, really wondered, how it had come to this...