Epilogue: Triggered

Babs was in the shower. Seated on the bed, their bed, Lois Lane smiled, still amazed at how her life had changed since her night out. Three short months, and here she was with a cock between her legs, and a beautiful red-headed fiance who was pregnant with her child. It was all so...perfect.

Until Lois booted up her laptop.

CROATOAN greeted her on the screen.

The dickgirl reporter's erection knocked the laptop off her lap and sent it clattering to the floor. Lois Lane's heart immediately began to hum, and she grasped the sheets in her fists. Desperately, Lois resisted the urge, the needs that flowed through her brain...the brainwashing that had turned her into a **** when triggered.

Hard and stiff, the purple head swollen and taut until it ached. Pre-cum dribbled out of her urethra, but Lois didn't dare move. Barbara Gordon was in the shower, and Lois **** herself to breathe, to think.

I'm not going to get up, I'm not going to go in the bathroom, I'm not going to shove my cock up inside of her and paint her womb white...I'm not...I'm not...

It was so difficult. Lois Lane could imagine each step of the process. Her muscles twitched, as if her body wanted to just slip in there and rail the bitch against the wall. Jizz her hot, tight cunt, just to make sure she was knocked up.

The reporter was still sitting there stiffly as pre-cum dripped onto the carpet, when Barbara Gordon stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her head. She didn't need to be a detective to see that something was wrong with Lois, who sat there with her eyes closed, every fiber of her being dedicated to resist the urges that surged through body and brain.

Swiftly, the wet, naked redhead picked up the laptop and realized the issue. Lois grimaced as she heard the tap-tap-tap as Barbara clicked through things on the laptop.

"This is bad," the pregnant woman said. "Keep your eyes closed, and lay back on the bed."

Lois did as she was told. Eyes tightly shut, the reporter's hearing felt nearly superhuman. She could hear the scrape of the drawer next to the bed opening, the pop as the bottle of lube was opened. The dickgirl reporter's heart leaped...Babs didn't like to put it in dry, of course, and she wouldn't be sexually excited coming straight out of the shower.

The bed mattress shifted a little as the naked woman slid onto the bed. The reporter felt a terrible sense of relief as, one-handed, the lithe, athletic young woman guided the cock to her pussy...and Lois groaned in unabashed relief as her pregnant fiance's comforting weight sank down into her lap. The lubed-up cock slid in easily, nice and deep, the hot walls clutched onto the reporter's prick.

"LexCorp has started a new campaign for a streaming series titled 'Croatoan.' We're talking a full ad campaign and merchandising blitz: billboards, internet and television ads, t-shirts and other apparel, tie-in novels..."

Lois Lane groaned. Her hands let go of the sheets, and gripped her fiance's legs for dear life. She ran her thumbs up those well-muscled thighs.

"I'm...fucking ruined," Lois said. "It took everything I had to sit still after just seeing one ad. If it's everywhere..."

"You resisted," Barbara said, and Lois heard the woman set the laptop aside. "Babe? Look at me."

Lois opened her eyes. The redhead atop her was slim, fit, blue eyes piercing in their intensity, the towel gone so that the damp red hair hung over her shoulders, the small pale breasts tipped with stiff pink nipples. She wasn't showing signs of her pregnancy yet, but Lois knew it would happen soon...the slight swell of her abdomen, the darkening of the nipples, the flare of her hips...

"We can get through this," Babs insisted. "Okay? You and me. It's going to be okay."

"But if I get triggered...out in public..." Lois said. She bit her lip, suddenly emotional. "I don't want to cheat on you. I don't want to fuck anyone but you. I don't...I don't want to ****..."

The Batgirl smiled. She began to move her hips. "And I love you for that. So right now, we're going to drain your balls...that will make you less susceptible..."

There was never a time when Lois Lane was not happy to make love to Barbara Gordon...but right now, in this situation, there was an added urgency to their coupling. Lois didn't think this "Croatoan" show was accidental. It felt like forces were moving against them, trying to tear them apart, to cause Lois Lane to revert to her rapacious ways...but if that was the case, they had reckoned without the love of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter and the resourcefulness of Gotham's premier heroine.