Epilogue: I Can't

Blaze hesitated. She stared at the gold band. One hand held her bloated stomach. The pregnant woman looked up at Lois Lane, tears in her eyes.

"I...I can't."

The demonic reporter's jaw dropped.

"Angie...we worked for this! We've been working toward this for weeks! We got the paperwork and...all we have to do is get married and then Zatanna will switch us back! Isn't that what you want?"

Tears streamed over those familiar cheeks. The big violet eyes, the ones that Lois Lane had used to see in the mirror every day, were overflowing. Blaze began to sniffle, shrinking away from Lois Lane and the golden ring.

"I...thought I did..." the pregnant woman managed. "I...I...like being pregnant. I like living here and eating ice cream and getting fucked and I...I don't...I don't want to go back."

"Angie, baby, I..." Lois shook her head, lost for words. She let her hand drop. "I love fucking you too. But we have to think of the baby. I don't...I don't know if I can keep working like this. If people see me..."

Angelica Blaze wasn't listening. She walked away from Lois and into the bedroom. Curled up under the covers, sobbing gently.

The reporter slumped into a chair at the kitchen table.

Crying, she reflected. Was cheating.

Lois put the gold rings aside and picked up a phone. She had some calls to make.

Sunglasses and mask, big hat and trench coat, gloves...the reporter had almost decided to use makeup to cover the few bits of exposed skin that remained, but decided against it. Lois Lane slid through the streets of Metropolis feeling like a spy, set to be discovered at any moment. Yet right here and now, nobody seemed to give her a second glance...and Lois had more than the usual experience with feeling eyes on her. It felt weird to be out in the streets after all of these weeks.

At the Daily Planet building, her stomach fluttered as she rode the elevator up to the roof. Perry White, the paper's editor had been good to agree to meet her there. As she stepped out beneath the great brass globe, though, she wasn't expecting the other figure that hovered nearby. Clark Kent turned, his face hardening into a grimace as he saw Lois. For a moment, the demonic reporter felt utterly naked.

"Lane!" Perry said, an unlit cigar in his right hand, mask pulled down around his chin. "Where the hell have you been? What's this all about?"

"It's...sort of easier to show you," Lois said as she took off her hat and shook her hair to show her dark horns and crimson skin.

Perry, who had got the cigar in his mouth and was trying to light it, paused and raised an eyebrow.

"So...you know that about a month ago I went undercover at that club," Lois said, pulling down her mask. "I didn't tell you but...I went through a few changes that night. And the situation's got a little...complicated."

They listened. Clark's face was carefully neutral throughout, interrupting only occasionally to ask a question. Perry chomped his cigar and said nothing.

"...and now she doesn't want to switch back," Lois said, with an elaborate shrug. "And it's...I mean I can see her point. So I was wondering..." the demonic reporter took a deep breath. "...what's the Daily Planet's policy on having a metahuman on staff?"

Perry considered. He took the stogie out of his mouth. "You're always welcome back in the office, Lane. You might look like a Baptist minister's wet dream, but your copy is good." He paused, considering. "And if anybody gives you trouble because you're trans now, or the color of your skin, well they can go to hell. The Daily Planet does not discriminate!"

Lois rushed forward, bent down and hugged him, relief flooding through her. "Thanks, Perry."

"Are you sure this is what you want, Lois?" Clark said. "I'm sure Zatanna could make you human again, if you really wanted it."

"I thought I did want that," Lois said, straightening up. "But I have to admit, after the last few weeks...I like the new me. I can't say that I would have chosen this, but now that I'm here..."

The demonic reporter looked down at herself. "This is me now. This is who I am."

Blaze was still in bed when Lois got back. The reporter had stopped for groceries on the way back, and gotten more than a few stares. People who had caught sight of the red skin, the pointed ears. Yet no one had said anything. This was Metropolis, after all. Aliens and metahumans were just a part of life, even if it wasn't a part of life that most people expected to see.

Lois shook off the coat and heels. It felt good to get out again. Although she would have to rethink her wardrobe...find more things that went with red. The reporter grabbed the rings off the table before going into the bathroom.

"Angie?" Lois said, as she sat down on her side of the bed.

The pregnant woman sniffled.

"I'm sorry," Blaze said, with the voice that women have when they've been crying, physically and emotionally spent. "I think it's just the pregnancy hormones, you know?"

"It's okay babe," Lois said, and reached over to roll her lover over.

The familiar face stared up at her, hands cradling the belly.

"Where did you go?"

"I went to the Daily Planet, to talk to my editor," Lois said. "I told him I'm going to start coming into the office on Monday."

Blaze sniffed again. "Monday? I don't know...can we get married that quick? Will Zatanna do the switch on short notice?"

Lois licked her lips. "I told him...I'm coming in like this. That this is me now. He's okay with it."

The big violet eyes grew wide.

"But...I thought..."

"I do still want to marry you," Lois said. "But if you don't want to switch...well, maybe I don't want to either. It took me a while to admit that, but these last few weeks...I like it too. I like waking up with your mouth on my cock. I like going to sleep with my hands wrapped around your belly. I..."

Lois reached over and pulled the sheet away to expose the pregnant body that had once been hers.

"I love you."

Angie sniffed again. She looked like the tears were about to come again.

"What are we going to do?" The former demon said quietly.

"Well," Lois said, she tugged Angie's left hand toward her and threaded a small gold ring onto the third finger. "I've been thinking about that. You know we haven't made love for hours?"

Blaze grinned. She shifted on the bed, spreading her legs. Her belly was only a bit of pudge right now, not enough to get in the way when they fucked. Lois peeled off her pants, freeing her hard crimson cock.

The demonic dickgirl slipped inside of her pussy, the wet cunt welcoming her home.

"I was thinking, we might plan a proper wedding." Lois said as she pressed her balls against her fiancé's ass. "Invite my family. Start looking for a house..."

"We're really going to do this?" Angie said, her hands pulling at Lois Lane's waist, her feels drumming on the scarlet backside.

"If you'd told me weeks ago that after going out to the club, I'd end a scarlet succubus with a pregnant fiancé, I wouldn't have believed it." Lois said. "But now...I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be, than right here, with you."

Somehow, Lois Lane knew that it wouldn't be that easy. That there would be discrimination, and lots of it. A part of her wondered if it wasn't just her dick making this decision for her. Yet as she picked up the pace, pumping her Satanic shaft in and out of the pregnant pussy that she had once known so well...Lois didn't care about any of that. This is where her choices had led her, and she would deal with the consequences, no matter what they were.