Lois Becomes A Half-Demon...Like Blaze

The last gasp of air escaped her lungs, and Lois tasted...pink. Not any kind of harsh chemical smell, just some weird synasthaetic confusion. She could taste the color, feel it suffuse her lungs, the pins-and-needles following all the way down her throat, until it seemed to penetrate every part of her...her heart, her womb, her brain...

Her feet hit bottom.

Lois Lane pushed forward against the liquid, not able to swim in it, but she could walk. Her fingers scrabbled at the hard surface as the ground started to slope, clawing on all fours as she climbed. Back toward air, the surface, life...Angelica.

Her heart throbbed at the thought of her. The pins-and-needles sensation was receding, as Lois climbed. A new strength filled her limbs, and it became easier to move through the pink liquid...it no longer resisted her, sucked her down. It was like wading through water now, and within a minute the reporter's head broke the surface, pink liquid running out of her mouth, sucking in sweet air...

A hand was held out to her. Blaze, on the very edge of the pool...but not as she had known her. Dark horns curled back from her brow, and in the strange pink light of the Lesbian pit her skin looked inhumanely dark. The features were sharped, drained of excess flesh, the eyes pure white without pupil or iris...and the hand that gripped her arm and helped pull her out of the pool were tipped with dark talons.

Lois blinked, feeling strangely invigorated. Her every sense seemed to be more acute, but her body felt off-balance. Carefully, Angelica half-guided, half-dragged her up away from the Lesbian pit.

"Are you...okay?" Angie asked at last, voice full of concern and...lust? Lois shook her head, confused. She could smell the dickgirl's erection. Brought her hands to her face to rub her eyes...and felt something hard and unfamiliar.

With her fingers, Lois explored the hard lumps. They were jutting out of her forehead, two small conical bumps that came to a soft rounded point. The surface was hard and smooth, like her fingernails...which, the reporter noted, were longer and thicker, almost wicked claws, just like...like Blaze's hand.

Lois looked at her lover and said in wonderment. "I have horns."

Angelica Blaze nodded slowly. "That's...not all you've got."

She reached into a pocket and fetched forth a small compact. Popped it open and turned the mirror so Lois could see herself in it.

Familiar features stared back at Lois...except her skin was the deep pink of a rose, and her eyes were pure white, with no pupil or iris...she stuck out her tongue, which was now about two inches longer and forked at the end, coming to two rounded tips.

"I'm a demon," she said.

"You're beautiful," Angelica said.