End: The Seed of Yog-Sothoth

The glow brightened, a sickly red light that pierced through layers of skin, fat, muscle and integument. Lois Lane stared in stark disbelief at the shadowy outlines of her own hip bones. The thought came to her, absurdly, of the game that kids play holding flashlights to their hands.

Then it began to move.

The tentacles, as thick as they were, at least were soft. Squishy. They deformed if Lois squeezed her pussy. The object coming into her body now...slowly but inexorably being pushed forward...was hard, unyielding...and pushing her past her limit. The mass moved forward with steady, impossible pressure, pushing through whatever gate was deep within Lois and into her vaginal canal.

Through her flesh, Lois could judge its progress...maybe five or six inches in diameter, like a small bowling ball tapered on both ends. Bigger than a baby's head. The tentacles pulsed, and the glowing orb moved, stretching her cunt ruinously as it passed.

It was less like birth than peristalsis...Lois felt no contractions, no biological instinct to push this thing out of her. Alien as it was, she was trapped there, holding back her screams, knuckles white and fingers cramping as she grasped the stone outcrop she clung to. Unable to stop it or help it much, all she could do was hold on and try to survive what was happening to her...

"Ymg' ahnythor nafl ah'lloigshogg. Ah'lloigshogg ah lloig ah'n'gha'drn, little n'gha cahf tharanak total mgehye." Blaze chanted. Lois tore her eyes from her glowing, distended abdomen long enough to see that the tentacles were withdrawing from her, dropping listlessly from her cock...which was hard and shiny as polished stone. Her eyes burned with the same strange light as the orb in Lois Lane's cunt. "Ymg' ahnythor ymg' ahororr'e ah'lloigshogg, h' mgah'ehye l' pass ph' ymg..."

The reporter shuddered, not sure of what unnatural horror she was witnessing...participating in. Wondered now if this was the fate of those missing women. Had they come down and fallen for Blaze's unnatural charms? Had they too become surrogates for Yog-Sothoth?

"No," Blaze whispered, the English words sounding strangely strained. "None of them had the strength to survive...what is coming. But I learned, with each of them. You...you will survive. This time, I shall succeed! Iä! Iä!"

A light lit up the shemale's face, casting it into strange, demonic relief. The light was shining from Lois Lane's cunt. The seed of Yog-Sothoth had reached the end of her vaginal canal, leaving her belly strangely flat and listless behind it...and now the real struggle began. Because Lois knew it was far too small to fit through her pussy.

The light of it shone through the skin of the dark tentacle it traveled through. The tentacle pulsed, weaker now, and Lois began pressing with her own muscles, feeling her lower lips spreading against the hard, round object within, a grim parody of giving birth. It threatened to split her hole wide open—the sheer physics of it seemed impossible.

But the seed cared nothing for mortal limits, pushing forward micrometer by micrometer, forcing tired flesh to stretch further and further. Lois wasn't sure how long it lasted—but her voice was hoarse and throat ragged when she stared down and saw fully half of the glowing orb outside of her pussy, which was stretched obscenely far apart, the lesser tentacles crowded out by its sheer mass, wiggling limply all around her ruined cunt—and then, past that terrible threshold, it slipped easily, heavy as a stone, still within the tentacle, traveling away from her.

Lois allowed herself a moment of relief, her body only now beginning to tell her of the aching tragedy that was her reproductive system. Birth took a lot out of a woman, and Lois knew it would take her time to heal from this...and that her pussy might never be quite the same afterwards.

Then she felt a strange, familiar pressure on her ass...and she remembered where the tentacle was looped too.

"No," she swore, eyes wide.

"Yesss," Blaze hissed, moving for the first time in ages, hands under Lois Lane's knees to move her legs up...and ease the travel of the seed of Yog-Sothoth along its slimy, tentacular route from Lois Lane's blown-out pussy to her once-virgin ass. "This is what I have been working for. Where all the others failed. The seed is borne into this world...and now it must gestate until it is ready to hatch."

A sane woman, Lois tried to let go of the outcropping of rock, to throw herself into the abyss, but Blaze held her there as the pressure slowly increased, the seed having completed its brief journey and was now grinding against the reporter's asshole with the same inevitable, pulsing pressure which had moved it out of her body in the first place.

The tentacle helped lubricate her nether channel, but it wasn't simple pain that had Lois madly scrabble, trying to pull herself from Blaze's grip. It was a kind of manic, a **** panic as her anus was slowly pushed apart, the pucker bowing before the hard smooth surface of the glowing orb. Lois cursed and tossed, leaned forward and scratched at Blaze's arms with her nails, tearing away thin streamers of skin to reveal hard, smooth crimson flesh underneath.

The shemale stood there impassive, her erect cock before her like a solid thing, and after some time, as Lois's howls died down into **** tears over her violation—asshole already stretched far beyond what she would ever have imagined in her most size queen fantasies—that the terrible creature spoke those horrific words.

"It appears to be stuck," she took half a step forward, "I think I'll give it a little push."

The stone cock pressed against the tentacle, and through the tentacle the hard surface of the seed...and Blaze pressed forward. Immediately, intensely, pain shot through Lois, her rectum already stretched to its limit now **** past even that. She felt something tear inside of her. Lois opened her voice to scream, but there was nothing left...and no one to answer her...to save her...

Something shook the aether. The sky cracked, a white rip that seemed to divide the endless night. Blaze, her shaft half-buried in Lois Lane's asshole looked up for a moment in alarm...and then there was a flash of blue and red, achingly familiar...and Blaze was gone. Lois clung to the outcropping with the last of her strength, feeling her ruined asshole trying to close over the sphere, which had ceased to glow.

Then he was there, familiar cape and shield splashed with green ichor, face hardset, eyes like they were ready to weep or commit ****. With gentle strength, he pulled Lois Lane from the rock and cradled her in his arms.

"It's okay Lois," Superman whispered. "I'm here now. It'll be all right. Everything will be okay."

She wanted to believe his words. Only the hard weight inside of her told the words were a lie. After this long, wild night, nothing would be all right, ever again...