End: Lois Has A Plan

"Deadman," Lois said. "You'll play the **** dealer. I'm an addict that has just completed her transformation. Alice," the reporter-cum-succubus turned to the young witch, "You're looking to score some DMN. Deadman will take us both to Blaze. Then we..."

In the body of the dealer, the ghost of Boston Brand deftly maneuvered himself and his two charges where Lois led him to the VIP room at the back of the club. A room of low-lighting and low tables, where things that had once been demons cavorted naked for the pleasure of men...and, as the trio saw, copulation was also on the menu.

One man made the two-backed-beast with women with goat-like legs and haunches, pulling her short furry tail as he thrust his cock into her animalistic cunt. Another had a succubus in his lap, her tail wrapped around his erect prick, gently jacking him off as her pussy spasmed before him. Each woman was different, but each had been utterly transformed...and Lois felt their awareness, their welcome, of her as their newest sister.

This was where the demoness Blaze held court.

The ****-dealing succubus had shucked her human guise. She stood tall and statuesque, red skin vibrant beneath the low blue lights, dark horns curling back from her forehead. Her hard, lean body was contained in a simple orange tunic, cut for maximum mobility, the V-shaped cut on the front running straight down to her crotch.

"Back so soon?" The demon smiled, revealing her fangs. "I see you've brought a new recruit. Excellent, we can use some fresh meat. And who is this?"

Blaze turned to look at Black Alice, catching the young witch's face in her hand. Their eyes met, neither willing to blink.

"Young." She said. "But not...quite...innocent, are you? Did you come here for something pet? A taste of my wares, perhaps?"

"Nah," Alice said, voice defiant. "I came for you. Cunt."

The shift was sudden. One moment, the red-skinned demon was holding the short, very human Black Alice. The next, the demon was gone...still recognizably Blaze, but now very human, with long dark hair and olive-colored skin. Alice, in turn had grown several inches, her skin crimson, black horns jutting from the young woman's brow, mouth full of fangs...

"What? How?" Blaze retreated a step, and Lois surged forward, wings spread wide her fist impacted the now-human Blaze's jaw with a soul-satisfying crack, sending the woman flying into the man fucking the satyr-esque woman from behind.

To her credit, when knocked down Blaze immediately got up again...only to find herself facing the Deadman-possessed dealer, the demonified Lois Lane, and the power-thief Black Alice.

"Fools! You think you've defeated me?" her lip curled back in a sneer, and she tasted her own blood trickling from her nose. "Without my ****, these addicts will go into withdrawal and die! Including you," she stared daggers at Lois.

Lois Lane's second blow caught the demon in the midriff, folding her like a card-table. The reporter grabbed her opponent and took her to the floor. By now, all the couples had ceased fucking and dancing, watching the bloody affair. Within seconds, Lois had her opponent in a half-nelson, screaming in rage and pain but unable to escape.

"I hate to admit it," Deadman said. "But she might have a point. I hadn't considered the effects of sudden withdrawal might have."

"And I can't hold this power forever," Alice added, black sparks drifting up from her fingertips.

"Okay." Lois Lane said. "Can we...bind her? Keep her around, make **** from her essence long enough to wean women off of it?"

Deadman leaned down, touched the blood that dripped from the floor.

"I think we can manage that, but...I mean, we'd basically be **** dealers ourselves then. No telling how many she had hooked on this stuff."

Lois spread her wings. Her mouth was set in a grim line. She could feel the others out there...the ones like her, a bit of Blaze's essence in their bodies, hungering for their next dose. Soon, that hunger would begin to eat at them, body and soul.

"Well, it's not what I expected to do on my night out," she said, thinking of her transformation from reporter to succubus and now demonic **** lord. "But I guess we don't have much choice."

"Fuckin' A," Black Alice said, smiling. "We're breakin' bad!"