Head Butt

Angelica Blaze was a head taller than Lois Lane. Strong and quick, too. Yet the one thing the reporter had learned about superhumans is that for the most part, they fought with all the skill of third-graders. When you can tear a car apart with your bare hands, why bother learning karate?

Which gave the reporter a very slim edge. Because Lois Lane did know how to fight.

Lois Lane grabbed Blaze's shirt and pushed away from her. The dickgirl instinctively pulled backward. The reporter anticipated this and went with the movement, pushing herself away from the counter and bringing her head up.

The impact was as though Lois had slammed her forehead into a wall. The sudden hard impact sent a shudder through her body, shooting pains down her neck, and wrapped a grey fog around the reporter's brain. Yet there was a satisfying crunch of cartilage, the dickgirl's hands opened to release the reporter...and a moment later there was a crash as Angelica Blaze fell heavily back against the kitchen table, which shattered against the sudden weight.

The reporter wobbled on her feet, blinking any light-headed, her forehead a mask of pain, a dark bruise already forming. Angelica Blaze was on her ass in the shattered remains of the wooden table, nose crooked, and bright red blood oozed from her nostrils. She looked dazed...and Lois knew that any human foe might have had the broken cartilage shoved up into their brain from such a blow. Blaze, of course, was not human...even if she pretended to be.

"Woopsy," Lois Lane said with what she hoped was a disarming smile. One hand clutched her robe closed, while the other rubbed at her aching head. "Sorry, I'm still a bit out of it. Really shouldn't be out of bed. Maybe I should go to the hospital. I might have a...what do you call it..."

The word eluded the dazed reporter. Blaze, whose fingers had found her bloody nose, noisily straightened it with a sickening crackle that made Lois Lane's blood run cold.

"Concussion?" the dickgirl offered.

"Right. That," Lois said, then blinked. Her dizziness wasn't getting any better. Her stomach flipped-flopped, and she gagged a little. Blaze hadn't moved, but her body seemed to flicker. One moment, a clothed dickgirl lay in the ruins of the wooden table. The next moment, a scarlet, bestial horned humanoid with a wicked-looking red prick, as curved as a sickle, lay there. Then Lois blinked and it was only Angelica Blaze again.

Hell, maybe I do have a concussion, Lois thought.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" Blaze said, as she picked herself up. The reporter tried to keep her distance, and leaned against the wall as nausea ate at her and the pain in her neck heightened. "Or take you to the hospital? You don't look well?"

Reality seemed to flicker around Lois. She tasted bile in her throat. Her eyes couldn't seem to focus. Angelica Blaze stood now, and Lois could see the bulge in her crotch...and then she saw the great scarlet cock, erect and curved back on itself, the tip dripping...and for a moment Lois Lane wondered if she had imagined it all, and she had imagined the whole thing where Angelica Blaze was a demon. Except no, Zatanna had called, hadn't she? If Zatanna had called, it would be logged on her phone.

"I...I think I need to sit down. Let me...let me call someone..." Lois staggered into the bedroom. Balance slipping already. She felt her feet give way, felt the hot hands of Angelica Blaze catch her as she fell...