Call Some Lady Friends

Lois had brought out the wine, the crackers and peanut butter, the glasses. She had thrown on a robe, the black silk Japanese number with the embroidered cranes. The reporter sat at the table, and told herself she wasn't going to open the bottle. Not yet.

Wonder Woman came in through the balcony, sandals soft on the carpet. Wordlessly, the reporter indicated an empty chair. Zatanna arrived a moment later, appearing in a puff of smoke, in top hat and tights.

"Sorry," the witch said. "I had to finish a show and..."

One look at Lois and Zatanna shut up. She sat down at the empty seat as Lois opened the wine and began to pour.

They drank the first glass in silence. Diana and Zatanna sipped, Lois drained the glass and poured herself another. While she poured, she told her story. No tears. No emotion at all. The reporter felt hollow inside, an aching emptiness in her gut. Which she began to fill with wine.

Diana spoke first. "If you think you're pregnant, you shouldn't."

A glare from Lois silenced the Amazon Princess.

"Lois, this happens to superheroines. We're here for you. If you want to talk, we'll listen. If you want to...do something about it..." Zatanna left the thought unfinished.

"I'm not going to abort it," Lois drained the second glass and set it down on the table. "It's just...I wanted it. I really wanted to get fucked and impregnated. I didn't just let her, I..."

Diana put her hand on Lois Lane's bare thigh. "She's a succubus, Lois. It's her nature to prey on our desires. You did nothing wrong."

".emit aliuqeT" Zatanna said, and a bottom-heavy bottle of golden liquor topped with a mushroom-shaped cork appeared on the table, as though it had always been there. There were three shot glasses rimmed with salt crystals, and sliced green limes. The witch poured.

"You're not alone, Lois," the magician told her. "We all have stories."

"Fucked by a dickgirl demon and impregnated like some cock-hungry slut?" Lois said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Wonder Woman gave her thigh a squeeze. "We all have stories, Lois. Maybe...it would help you if we told you ours?"

She shot a look at Zatanna. The witch paused her pouring, her mouth set in a firm line...and then she nodded curtly, once. The reporter was not so tipsy that she didn't catch the exchange.

"We don't tell this to anyone," Diana went on. "But...we know what you're going through Lois. We've been there too. That's why...we're willing to help you. Whatever you need. However we can."

Lois reached out for the shot of tequila...and then set it down, and reached for the crackers instead. Her stomach rumbled, the wine sitting heavily on her gut.

"Tell me," said.