Lois Gets Horny

The headache got worse. It was like a pressure building in her forehead, beneath the skin. Lois rubbed and scratched, feeling hard bone through the soft skin, and still it continued. It wasn't like any headache she'd ever had...worse than a hangover, worse than a sinus headache.

She opened her eyes, and her vision seemed oddly off. The goth teenager was there, staring at her intently, but she wasn't...right. As a reporter, Lois had learned how to read people. It had almost become like a sixth sense, to know what the person she was interviewing was lying. To pick up on the subtle clues when they were bluffing, tired, wired, distracted, aroused...

Black Alice filled her vision but there was something else, over and on top of and within her. Trying to focus on it only made Lois' head hurt more. She'd read about how people with migraines saw things...shapes...auras, they called them. But this was different. Lois breathed through the pain, and stared hard at Alice. Not at the teen girl's eyes, or the tits that were in perpetual danger of falling out of the threadbare top, but on the shapes that swirled and whirled in and around her.

It was almost entrancing. The girl was limned with a sort of darkness, an outline that moved with her and seemed to cling to the shadows. Shapes moved inside of it, and there were deeper colors—the bright pulsing charcoal that might have been her heart, sending out crimson pulses along her arteries, lighting the girl up like a tree. Lois could see both that pale, young face and the little flashes of energy beneath it as the blood flowed through her...but there was something else.

Lois lowered her hands from her head, crouching down onto her haunches, trying to see what it was. There was another bright and terrible spot within Alice, lower than the heart. A deep knot sucked her gaze in like black rose, each petal limned in neon, hiding a secret heart. The girl shifted, clearly uncomfortable with Lois' stare, but the reporter read something in that, the way she moved, the set of her hips, and...yes...there was a smell. Musky and fresh.

The pain was still there in her head, but Lois was sort of riding on top of it. She could tell the others were talking, but their voices seemed far away. That dark knot at the core of the young woman's being. Lois could feel herself respond to it as the rose began to unfurl, and Alice rubbed her legs together. Almost absentmindedly, Lois felt the wetness between her own legs, rubbed her crotch with both hands.

It was her womb, Lois realized. She could see...could sense...the young woman's womb. Fresh and ready and...ovulating.

Lois registered the eruption distantly. One moment the pain went from a sudden, terrible pressure to a sharp piercing ache. She felt the blood flowing from her forehead. Stretched out her tongue to the side of her lips to taste it as it ran down her face...but something else had her full attention.

Stretching forward on all fours, she crawled over to Black Alice, horns jutting from her brow, her purple eyes staring at the witch with pupils like a goat. The young woman stood there, frozen, as Lois began to nuzzle Alice's crotch.