Call In Some Favors

They came in their own ways. Stepping forth from the shadows; through glowing circular portals, landing on her balcony. By the time the first one got there, Lois Lane was dressed, and had rinsed her hair in the kitchen sink. The anger simmered in her heart.

Zatanna, in top hat and tails, long legs in fishnets, bust emphasized by a subtle bustier.

Raven, the grey-skinned witch of the Teen Titans, her impassive young face framed with purple hair, toned body largely hidden by her cloak.

Dr. Fate—in the female incarnation, the Amulet of Anubis hanging between two pendulous breasts, face unreadable beneath the shining gold helmet.

Rose Psychic, red hair wild beneath her fedora, trenchcoat cinched tight about her waist, smelling faintly of exotic flowers and spices.

"Someone," Lois declared, pointing a finger at her bathroom. "Made cum jet out of the pipes. I want their name, I want their ass."

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. She sniffed delicately. "I thought there was a familiar smell...but I didn't want to say anything."

"There is more than just human semen here," Dr. Fate's voice rang hollow, echoing in her helmet. "There are traces of powerful enchantment about this place."

"Demon magic," Raven affirmed, tracing sigils in the air. "Old and strong. Someone has cursed you with a sending...a demon of great power."

"Why don't you explain from the beginning," Rose said gently, taking Lois Lane's elbow and guiding her to a chair. "Do you have anything to drink?"

"Vodka in the freezer," Lois said, turning the events over in her mind. The mystic women sat at the table, Rose pouring. The reporter drank, and told the story...and found herself leaving nothing out, not even the raunchy bits. Zatanna's eyebrows rose by degrees, chest heaving until Lois thought she was going to burst out of her bodice; Raven began to blush, a dark red coming to those pale cheeks. Only Dr. Fate appeared impassive and imperturbable...until Lois noticed the nipples of those breasts clearly hard, visible through the tight blue fabric of her costume.

Rose handed Lois a glass of water as she finished. Raven retrieved the bottle.

"This is the focus for the spell," the young witch said. "And it has been used more than once. Such a sending may account for the other missing women. The link remains."

"Do we want to do this here?" Zatanna asked.

"It seems advisable. The connection is strongest here." Dr. Fate intoned.

"What are you talking about?" Lois said, hand reaching for the vodka bottle, then stopping herself.

"Magic," Rose explained. "Is about connections. This magic you got caught up in—it's called a sending. A kind of curse that attracts things to make the person's life miserable. A sending of cats, of snakes...this sending attracts cum. If it's allowed to continue, you wouldn't be able to walk the streets of Metropolis without looking like the star of a bukkake video."

"This bottle is how the curse was placed on you. It is connected with the demon behind the sending," Raven added.

"But magic is a two-way street," Zatanna smiled nastily. "We can use that connection to bring the demon here...and deal with them."

"In kind," Dr. Fate said hollowly.