Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad, Mission XII: Paternity Quest

"In a metahuman prison, it's different," Captain Boomerang said. "Without powers, it's the folks that can fight who are top dog, right? Guy like me, can just about run things."

"Boomerang, shut the fuck up," Cheetah said.

The group was stalking through the forest now, and the catwoman's ears were pricked up, swiveling left and right.

"'cause all these arseholes that can trade punches with Superman, most of 'em can't fight worth a damn. I could carve a boomerang out of soap and cut them to fucking pieces...and have!" He insisted.

"Boomer, be quiet," Blaze said.

"I'm just sayin', with Flagg out with his Japanese cunt wife, and Harley dippin' her wick with her preggo partner, why didn't that fat cow Waller put me in charge of the mission? I've got seniority, I've got balls—"

"Madre de dios, if you wish to keep them, shut your fucking mouth, pendejo!" Encantadora said, utterly exasperated.

Boomerang turned to her, some quip on his lips...and then they watched as he seemed to stretch, then deflate...and he gave a wide-eyed squeal as her seemed to fall down onto all fours...and there, struggling out of his costume, was a great pink-skinned pig.

To their credit, none of the women said anything. Their eyes studied the darkness of the trees, the moonlight that burned overhead.

Without warning, trees bent down and curled their limbs around Cheetah and Encantadora. The catwoman hissed and jumped...only to find the grasses twine about her legs. Talons ripped and slashed, but in moments she was born down. Magic mists erupted around Encantadora...and then faded. Confusion appeared in the witch's eyes, even as the tree locked solidly around her, creeping mistletoe wrapping itself around her mouth to prevent her from muttering an incantation.

Blaze stood up, hands at her sides, palms up.

"Circe!" She called out, staring around at the twisted trees. "We've just come to talk!"

"And what," a female voice came drifting over the wind, seemingly from all directions. "Do I have to talk about with the infamous Suicide Squad?"

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

"The minotaur species is almost extinct," Waller said. "Surviving populations are mostly in neighboring dimensions and a few isolated Greek islands. We need to narrow down the field of possible candidates. To that end, your mission is to make contact with the immortal sorceress Circe, and enlist her to assist us in locating the...sperm donor."

Boomerang raised his hand. Waller glared at him, one hand on her stomach. She looked even bigger than before. "Yes?"

"So...you absolutely didn't fuck a bull then?" He said. "'cause I remember me Bullfinch, and the way I recall it..."

"Blaze?" Waller said.

The demonic dickgirl slapped Captain Boomerang upside the head. He glared at the scarlet succubus. Blaze glared back. Boomerang blinked first.

"We're bringing in some new talent for this mission. Cheetah, Encantadora, you have experience with Circe and magic, respectively. Blaze will be in field command since Flagg is still on leave. We need answers," she rubbed her stomach and grimaced as it distended, the occupant kicking from within. "I need answers."

"Just to be clear," Cheetah said. "Is this an authorized mission? I mean, do your superiors know that you're using government resources for a...personal matter?"

Waller glowered. "Do you recall Miss Titty Kitty Bang Bang?"

Cheetah's tail bristled, and her ears laid flat.

"I thought so. And yes, this is an authorized mission. Everyone involved gets time off their sentences...or paid in kind. Dismissed."

Waller struggled to rise from her chair. Blaze offered her a hand...and for a moment, the demon thought the black woman might swat it away...but in the end, she accepted, and the scarlet succubus pulled the grossly pregnant woman onto her feet. Even Amanda Waller wasn't beyond asking for help, if the situation was dire enough.

Now

The three women were on their guard. Captain Boomerang fished a boomerang out of his satchel and held it in his jaws, nostrils flaring. Blaze explained the situation.

Musical laughter filled the forest.

"A pretty predicament. I would almost enjoy seeing Waller brought so low."

A figure stepped into sight, lavender hair trailing unbound behind her, a translucent gown about her body that left her shoulders free. She slid past Cheetah and Encantadora, and stood before Boomerang. His trotters dug into the earth, though his whole piggy form trembled.

"This one amuses me. I have known his type of old. Guided by his prick all his miserable life," She knelt down and booped him on the snoot. With a twist of his thick neck, he tried to slice off her fingers with the razor-sharp boomerang in his mouth, but she was too quick for him. Catching his chin, she tugged and he flipped over. Great swollen pink testes like coconuts were visible between his stubby legs.

"I've been authorized to negotiate for the information," Blaze said. "If your divinations can reveal the father..."

"Amusing. You know, I could divine it in the guts of this animal..."

"Please don't," Blaze said. "I'm in charge of this mission, and if he dies I have to fill out the report. I hate paperwork."

Circe sighed. "Very well. What do you offer?"

The demon opened the satchel she carried and pulled out a folder.

"Everything we have on your daughter."

Circe hesitated. Her eyes narrowed, burning green.

"Insufficient."

Blaze delved back into the bag. "Waller thought you'd say that. So she's also including the entire stock of naked photos of Wonder Woman. Nip slips, wardrobe malfunctions, nude sunbathing...everything."

The sorceress pursed her lips.

"And if I said that is not enough?"

The demon met her eye.

"Waller said in extremis, I could offer a personal favor from her. She would be...in your debt."

Circe's smile grew very wide. "Very well. I accept."

The witch straightened up.

"As it is, I know the father well," Circe said. "They came to me and bargained for a human guise, which I granted them. The minotaur Ferdinand of Kithira, who currently serves at the Amazonian embassy in New York City."

Blaze nodded. "Very well. What about him?"

The demon nudged Boomerang's swollen testes with one toe. The pig gave a plaintive oink.

Circe sighed. "As much as I would like for them to remain thus for a while, in truth I believe you will need their services..."

The sorceress made a series of cutting gestures, as though weaving in the air. The tree limbs and grasses fell away, letting Cheetah and Encantadora free...and before Blaze, the piggy form elongated, stretched, filled out...and assumed a very un-masculine appearance.

Where the pig had been, now there was a young woman, fit and toned, with small breasts and mousy hair, her crotch covered with a brown down that showed no masculine attributes whatever. With smaller, more feminine fingers she took the boomerang from her mouth and stared in horror at her crotch.

"What the fuck!?" The young woman said, in an Australian accent, high-pitched. "I'm...I'm a cunt!"

"You have always been a cunt," Cheetah said, somberly.

"Puta," Encantadora added.

Circe straightened. "You will need her. Men cannot step foot where you must go."

Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"I'm calling in Waller's favor," the sorceress said. "I want you to go Themyscira, Isle of the Amazons, and retrieve for me the Girdle of Hippolyta."

After

Lois Lane sighed. She was dressed in the red lace lingerie that Blaze had bought her last Christmas, the top pulled aside so that the twins could suck at either breast. She hoped to get them on baby food soon, but like their other mother, Blair and Blake seemed obsessed with her tits. Dinner was in the oven, and Lois hoped that Angie would be home soon. By her calculations, the reporter knew she'd be ovulating soon, and she was really starting to feel the postpartum blues...in truth, she missed being pregnant.

Her smartphone buzzed when she got the text from Angie.

Hey sexy. Hit a snag. Mission extended. Won't be home for dinner.

Lois Lane sighed. Another lonely night at home...she put the twins to bed, and wiped the milk and spittle off her swollen teats. In the bathroom, she popped the fertility pills out of their casing and swallowed them. The brand name was FertiLex, something new on the market...and Lois hoped, really hoped they worked. Her hand rubbed the slight pooch of her belly, then slipped down into the red lace panties. Fingers circled her clit. Hoping her big, red dick would be home soon...before Lois took things into her own hands...