Weigh Her Options

"Okay...calm down Lane," Lois said out loud. "Giant sperm-head stuck deep in our pussy. It can't get in your cervix—probably—but it also won't stop trying. So what can you do?"

She stood up...some instinct telling her that gravity was her friend here, though she doubted that she'd be lucky enough for this thing to just fall out of her pussy at this point.

"If I try to put something up my pussy to kill it, I could...rupture something," she ground her teeth. "Physical trauma from outside probably won't work. Spermicide apparently didn't work well enough. Not going to the hospital with this. Zatanna owes me a favor...but she'd never let me live it down..."

Another cramp struck Lois. She swore it felt like the thing was trying to turn inside of her. Wondered if this was what being pregnant was like, dealing with a little parasite inside of you.

Lois stared at herself in the mirror. The remains of her makeup were a mess. She grabbed a cloth and ran it under the tap for a moment, then brought the wet cloth to her face and started to take the makeup off.

"Damn thing can't live forever...probably...but I don't feel like going to sleep and only wake up to a big belly. There's got to be another way..."

Light dawned on Lois. She was looking at this problem from the wrong angle. She was focused on getting rid of the sperm, when the real danger was the egg...all she needed was a morning-after pill!

The reporter tossed the towel to the floor. She felt a little better. Lois could still feel the thing inside of her, but it wasn't bring-her-to-her-knees pain, at least not when she was standing. A quick rummage through her supplies revealed no morning-after pills...no surprise, she hadn't been sexually active in so long.

She returned to the sink to brush her teeth...only to find the toothbrush covered with a gob of cum that must have splashed out of the tongue. Lois hung her head, and carefully carried it over to the trashcan. The hard plastic rattled as it hit the bottom of the can.

"Okay...call in a favor with Zatanna, or go to the pharmacy," she said out loud, rubbing her stomach. "Decisions, decisions..."