Epilogue: The Rabbit Dies Twice

The doctor looked up from between the reporter's legs.

"I've seen a double vagina," the older woman said slowly. "But I've never seen one set up like...this. Have you had any issue with infections?"

"Not so far," Lois Lane said, honestly. She felt a gloved finger tenderly explore the sensitive new hole. Even after five weeks, it was still supremely sensitive, and Lois struggled to hold back a moan as the doctor pressed in deep.

"What about periods?"

"I just missed it," Lois said, swallowing hard. "Which is why I'm here. I did have unprotected sex about a month and a half ago..."

She didn't mention all the cum that had continued to be poured into her holes nearly every night since then.

"With...both orifices?" The doctor said.

"Yes," Lois felt her face flushed, more because of the doctor's continued prodding than from embarrassment.

"And you've taken a home pregnancy test?"

"Three. All positive. But I don't urinate out of...that hole. So I was wondering..." It felt weird to just say it.

The doctor removed her finger. "Well, we are in uncharted territory here. But I've got two ultrasound wands and two monitors, so we can try and see...what we can see."

Lois Lane rubbed her sweaty palms against the paper smock as the doctor busied herself with her tools. She knew she'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit that she was a little excited. Never in her life did she think she'd have a pregnancy fetish, but ever since that first night with Blaze she'd been so...so...the reporter bit her lip and shivered as she watched the doctor carefully lubricate the wands. The screens were on, showing blank black blobs...and then...

It wasn't like when Blaze fucked her. These rods were cold, hard, stiff, skinny. In her well-lubricated cunt and third hole (Lois had tried and failed to come up with a proper name for it), Lois could barely feel them rub against each other...but she still winced as first one and then the other brushed against a cervix deep inside.

Lois closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of Blaze's cock. Those moments before she came, when the demon lost control, and the tips could just graze her...it could hurt, yes, but it was always such a turn-on when Blaze gave in like that, utterly consumed in their lovemaking, that Lois couldn't help but try to nudge her into it. The reporter opened her eyes. On the monitors, Lois could see the grey shapes of her own insides, rendered as images...

"Normally we do this above the belly...let it go down through the muscle. Transvaginal gives us a different picture. But you can sort of clearly see there are two uteruses...uteri...wombs. Two distinct wombs. And we are getting...two distinct heartbeats."

Lois couldn't really see anything. Just dark shadows in the midst of all that grey...but her heart fluttered faster. Two heartbeats! Twins.

The doctor probed around for a bit, and then withdrew the wands and set them aside for sterilization.

"Given the...anatomical oddities...and multiple fetuses, I'd advise you to treat this as a very high risk pregnancy. We'll want to check up on you a little more often, and depending on how things turn out, it's probably safer to assume we'll be doing a Caesarian than a normal delivery."

"Why is that?" Lois said.

"Because if both babies develop normally, they could attempt to exit your vagina and...um, secondary vaginal orifice at the same time," the doctor said levelly. "You wouldn't want that!"

Lois Lane's heart thundered in her chest.

"N-no, of course not," she stammered, imagining both of her holes stretched to their absolute limit. "W-who would w-want that?"

Lois Lane was practically skipping on her way out of the office. Her pussy felt like it was gushing, squishy inside her pants.

Pregnant! I'll need a whole new wardrobe, she thought. No more tight skirts and jeans...stretchy pants and maternity dresses and...gah, I bet as soon as I tell her the good news she's going to tear off my pants and fuck me standing!

She had turned her phone on for the appointment, but once she was back on the street Lois dug it out. Several urgent messages blared at her and she clicked on the first one:

SUPERMAN DEFEATS DEMONESS!

The reporter's heart skipped a beat. She kept reading. They were texts from Jimmy Olsen, pictures from his camera. Superman had raided a very-familiar club in the warehouse district and there had been a huge fight...real property damage...and a scarlet demon had been knocked out and taken into custody...Lois felt like her heart would break when she saw an "action shot" of the Man of Steel punching that familiar red face, his fist leaving a visible impact...

"...being held at the Stryker's Island Penitentiary Metahuman Containment Wing." she read out Jimmy's last text.

Lois quickly texted Jimmy back for details. In her mind, the gears were spinning. Blaze was in prison...and Lois Lane wasn't going to go through this pregnancy alone. Somehow, the reporter knew, she had to get Blaze out of there.

Their babies needed their "daddy."