They Become One

One moment, Lois and Other Lois were holding each other, hearts beating together, pussies on fire, the tides rising in their bodies toward that impossible mutual climax...and their screams rose in pitch until they melded together, one soul in two bodies, two voices in perfect harmony, breasts heaving, cunts clenching, lost in each other's presence...and the world vibrated to that cry, like a crystal glass resonating at some key pitch until it shivered itself to pieces.

When the climax finally finished, Lois Lane opened her eyes...and she was alone. She stared down at her hands. They looked the same, and yet...she didn't feel like herself. If possible, she felt more like herself than normal. Different memories swam through her mind, some contradictory but both somehow true, and Lois closed her eyes and curled about herself, trying to sort it out...

How she lost her virginity after the prom, but both to a young man and a young woman, each of whom she'd had a crush on...

Flirting with Supergirl and Wonder Woman... (Making a pass at Superman... )

Slipping that fourth finger in her pussy (that never happened, she'd never gone past three), sliding a finger into her ass just to see how it felt (no, she was still a virgin back there), catching sight of her father's dick through the bathroom door (no, it was her mother, coming out of the shower, those breasts with the great brown nipples dripping wet...)

A million other details, like two lives lived at once, different roads taken, that had led to both of them arriving at that mirror beneath the club.

That was weird. Lois could remember seeing herself...touching herself...from each perspective. The memories of Lois and Mirror-Lois, both together, both leading up to that moment and...now...the reporter opened her eyes as she heard the door open. A scarlet hand rolled her over, and Lois stared up at a face the color of fresh blood on parchment, dark horns curling back from the brow, pure white eyes with no pupil or iris. It was a woman's face, and the body beneath it was that of a lean, athletic woman, barely decent in a kind of orange tabard.

"Interesting..." her voice had a strange accent, something Mediterranean, unfamiliar.

"Blaze!" Lois realized. The devil she had been searching for, before her...selves...had gotten distracted.

"Indeed," the demon said. "And you, Lois Lane, appear to have done what I was trying to do...only my other-self remains stubbornly hidden."

The demon gave a nasty smile. "But I believe your current condition can be used to my advantage."