Second Thoughts

The moment after an orgasm always left Lois Lane in a blissful haze. For just that fraction of time, everything was perfect. All the worries in the world gone, and she drifted in a blissful aftermath free of guilt, regret, or self-recrimination.

If she was lucky, like now, that might last for all of thirty seconds.

Then as her brain began to metabolize all the pleasure chemicals, and her body started to complain about all the stressful fucking she had just put it through, Lois found herself sitting on an absolutely filthy bathroom floor, her ass sitting in something gritty, sticky globs of semen slowly dripping out of her pussy.

From her left came the gentle sound of urine on porcelain. Lois turned to see Angelica Blaze's bare ass as she took a piss. Whatever was left of the sexy mood evaporated.

With hurried determination, Lois started grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. She had her pants on and was looking around for her bra when Angelica emerged, wiping the tip of her dick with a piece of tissue.

"Whew, I needed that. Say, how about—" The shemale took in Lois' half-dressed state. "Are we, uh, going somewhere?"

"I am going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a Plan B pill." Lois declared. The reporter gave up on the bra and just pulled her t-shirt—which had caught a couple splashes of cum, but still looked serviceable—and put it on directly over her bare tits.

"But...I thought...I thought you wanted a baby. You said..."

"Of course I said that!" Lois snapped. "I was getting fucked like a cheerleader on prom night by a randy six-foot shemale with a cock as thick as my wrist! Lusty Lois always says things like 'Breed me!' or 'It's okay you don't have a condom!' or 'Well, let's try my ass!' That doesn't mean you go ahead and actually do it. I...I just..."

Lois hung her head. "...I can't have a baby. Holy shit, my life's a mess, I get kidnapped by supervillains every other week, I've been exposed to every form of kryptonite radiation known to man. The kid would come out with two heads and gills for Christ's sake."

"Hey, hey," Blaze took Lois until her arms, wrapping the woman in a hug, pressing her face in between her breasts. "It's okay. Lots of new moms have cold feet. It's scary, the idea of being a parent. It's no use worrying about it now. What's done is done."

The reporter sniffed. "I guess you're right. I mean, what are the chances of conception, even? I don't even know if I'm ovulating today."

Blaze continued to hug her. "Oh, you're pregnant already. I made sure of that. And I just laid a charm on your womb that'll protect the baby no matter what you do. You're carrying that sprout to term." The shemale hugged Lois painfully close. "No matter what."

"Huh?" Lois said, unable to muster anything clever to the sudden shift in tone. She stared up at Blaze...who smiled at her like the cat that got the cream.

"Of all the gloryholes in all the bars in all the world—you had to walk into mine, and bare your fertile cunt to me. How could I not make you pregnant?" Blaze's smile showed too many teeth. Very sharp teeth, Lois nodded. "And the best part is, you begged for it. You needed it. I hardly did anything at all. Face it babe. Your biological clock was tick-tock-ticking—and I just turned off the alarm."

Horns were growing from Blaze's forehead now, and her skin was growing red...not the flush of sexual excitement, but a deeper red, like blood on parchment.

"Oh hell," Lois muttered.

"Exactly," Angelica told her. "And you want to know the best part?"