Barbara Gordon took a deep breath and then looked back at Inara with fury in her eyes.
"I choose to never give into my worst urges like this again!" she hissed. "You may have taken advantage of my passing thoughts once to drag another innocent into this mess, but NEVER again, do you hear me?"
Inara sighed heavily. She should have guessed it would be too easy to tempt this tremendous killjoy down the path of corruption with just a few honeyed words.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever, Buttslut." she replied with a sneer on her sensual features. "Now, if you're done moralizing at me, you do realize that you still have a SECOND one of your dark fantasies to enact per our deal? And I doubt they involve you masturbating alone, so your pretty little speech just means you're a hypocrite of the-"
Being able to read Barbara's mind, Inara's voice stopped short as the redhead thought up a terrifyingly clever plan to ruin her fun.
"You promised to make any two of my darkest sexual fantasies come true, right? That was the deal?" Barbara crowed, her full lips turning up in a smug smile.
"Well, sure, but- but this isn't even- you're not even IN it, you're just WATCHING!" the ifrit sputtered furiously.
"Oh, believe me, I'll get PLENTY of satisfaction from "just watching" this happen. Now, are you going to make it happen or do I have to use up a wish? Because I will absolutely use up one of those wishes you keep harping on me to use if I have to in order to make this a reality."
Barbara stood up and smiled triumphantly, unconcerned by her nudity, towering over Inara in her new larger form.
"In fact, you know what? Let's just do that, shall we? I wouldn't want you weaseling out of this and you're the one who said that you had to grant any sexual wish I make."
"You absolute fucking BITCH-" Inara spat out but it was too late to stop her.
"Inara, I specifically wish that you were on a stage, naked, helpless and tied up by Wonder Woman herself with her golden lasso of truth, with all of the world's greatest, heroic magic users in the audience watching your confession of what you're doing, able to be seen and heard by everyone there-"
"That- that still counts as telling people about me, I'll get a penalty-" Inara weakly interrupted but Barbara wasn't done yet.
"-all while Diana spanks your ass black and blue until I cum from watching the spectacle of it all as I masturbate just off stage, as the only one willingly impacted in a sexual fashion by this spectacle."
Inara entire body trembled with fury as she realized how thoroughly this could ruin her fun. She strode up to Barbara until they were only inches from one another, her impressive chest heaving as she panted with rage, fists clenched.
"YOU GODSDAMNED- I'll NEVER tell you how to transform back to Barbara Gordon! Never!" she roared, spittle flying from her mouth. "Enjoy being Batslut with those stupid giant tits FOREVER! And even if they DO know, you'll still have to make FIVE more wishes, not to mention I get ANOTHER penalty, oh, GODS, I'm going to make SURE you'll SUFFER for this-"
Barbara Gordon grabbed one of her hands by the wrist, then made a sarcastic 'yap, yap, yap' motion with her free hand as she transformed back to what appeared to be her new default "Batslut" body, Superman still asleep and unable to hear the ifrit's infuriated screaming.
"I'm hearing a lot of talk and not seeing a lot of wish granting." Barbara said with a triumphant smirk on her face. "Chop, chop . . . you evil little bitch."
Barbara relished the rage on Inara's face and conflict in the ifrit's posture as she gave a low, formal bow - seemingly against her will - and spat out her next words through clenched teeth.
"Your second wish is granted, Barbara Gordon."
The world began to whirl and change around them and suddenly, several of the universe's most powerful magic users and one Amazonian Princess found themselves suddenly transported.
***
Dr. Mid-Nite pinched his nose as he finished his initial medical review of the now cow and bull like Power Girl and Jimmy Olsen. The two slept soundly at least, albeit with the latter now so large he had to be laid on the floor rather than a bed.
"Well, medically, I think I can give them something to reduce the hormonal surges and aggression but the, ah, lack of cognition is something I'll have to research. It might be best to keep them somewhere where they can't hurt anyone if your magic can't reduce the young man's, ah, territorial instincts."
Dr. Fate waved his hand over the two, chanting softly. Some pink energy seemed to flow out of Jimmy Olsen and he changed . . . but only slightly. His enormous body and horns shrank slightly, reducing him down from a 10 foot minotaur to a somewhat more normal shape - roughly speaking. He was still roughly seven feet tall, rippling with muscle, covered in thick russet colored body hair below the waist, with cow horns. The other part of him that reduced were his freakishly huge cock and balls, albeit again, not by much. They now hung between his legs like a pair of tennis balls and a novelty baseball bat.
When Fate's magic flew over Power Girl, however, the pink energy sparked and clung to her.
"I have been able to restore Mr. Olsen's mind, although his body remains changed to include a mixture of bovine and Kryptonian aspects. His aggression and libido may be higher than they once were but he should regain his intellect. I cannot say the same for Power Girl, alas."
"What do you mean?" Mid-Nite asked with a frown. "Why can't you help her?"
Fate sighed.
"If it were merely her life and aura, I could perhaps mitigate or even remove the magical effects at will, but as I have said, she is now pregnant. I cannot change her back until she gives birth."
"That's nine whole months!" Mid-Nite exclaimed with a frown. "And frankly, I don't think Karen would volunteer to carry this absurd pregnancy to term if she were in her right mind. Can't you at least restore some of her intellect?"
Fate placed his fingers gently to the sleeping Karen Starr's temples as she snored, her new, lusher body covered by a blanket with two wet circles where her bigger, lactating breasts lay against it. Brief psychic flashes filled his mind - dull longing and unthinking urges, her mind now a simple thing full of base desires, the original Karen Starr trapped in a swaddle of pink cotton and lost in a whirlpool of dull but constant need. An image of Jimmy Olsen in his new form flashed in his head, accompanied by both an instinctual arousal and a primal urge to please and serve him.
"Regretfully, I am unable to do so without further research. She has imprinted on James Olsen as her mate, at least, who should now both remain himself and keep her calm, provided that he does not drink any more of her milk. She should be docile in all things besides craving regular sexual satisfaction from Mr. Olsen. Speaking of which, we should make absolutely certain that no one else drinks of her transformative milk."
Mid-Nite grimaced but nodded.
"Right. We don't need any more rampaging minotaurs. She hasn't stopped lactating since we got here. I'll make sure to get some breast pumps or something to- Fate?" Dr. Mid-Nite stopped suddenly alarmed as Fate began to vanish. "Fate, where are you going?"
***
Without warning, Fate found himself being pulled away from the JSA headquarters against his will, the infirmary suddenly fading away. Suddenly, he instead found himself seated in the front row of a large auditorium with a puzzled and upset Zatanna to his left and a displeased Jason Blood to his right, among many other magic users known for being forces for good.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice lost in the throe of similar murmurs of confusion and consternation.
"I have no idea, but that's MY stage, so I'm taking this sort of personal-" Zatanna began only for Wonder Woman to appear onstage in a spotlight in her famous costume . . . while holding a stunning Arabic beauty wearing nothing but the Amazon's famous golden lariat. Diana held the woman up with one hand, the other woman dangling like a trussed up turkey a few feet above the stage. The rope glowed against her flawless dark skin where it held her long legs tight and arms behind her back, the woman's lush body exceeding even the Amazon's famous curves. The unknown woman looked absolutely furious, purple eyes shooting daggers as she dangled helplessly while Diana, for her part, looked as surprised as the audience members. The surprise in Diana's blue eyes increased even further as the statuesque Amazon's suddenly hand flew on it's own to spank the other woman's full, completely exposed ass with a resounding crack. This resulted in making her cry out in what sounded like ancient Arabic, swearing and swinging back and forth like a pendulum, her tits swaying wildly.
Unseen by the audience, Barbara locked eyes with Inara briefly from the wings of the stage, her oversized nipples hardening at the pure hatred in the ifrit's eyes.
"-ly." Zatanna finished tonelessly, blinking in shock as the audience went into a stunned silence for a few moments - a silence that was broken by one man.
"Now THIS is what I call a fun Saturday night!" John Constantine chortled from behind them while he applauded and gave a wolf whistle.
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