Call the Witches

They moved away from the Lesbian Pit, to where Lois Lane's smartphone could get a signal. Angelica Blaze stood a little apart from her...watching. Lois could feel her there, giving the half-demon reporter her space, not wanting to crowd her...yet at the same time, Lois could feel the eyes linger on the curve of her ass, her breasts so evident through the white t-shirt, the little horns that jutted from her pink brow...

They arrived at more or less the same time.

A grey-skinned young woman, barely out of her teens, stepped out of a circle of darkness; a purple cape and peaked cowl over a unitard that showcased her long legs and slim, fit physique. Raven of the Teen Titans.

In a burst of light, silent but showy, heels clicking on the cement. Legs encased in fishnets, tophat and tails, a bustier that lifted and enhanced her generous bosom, a smile on her lips straight off of one of her posters... Zatanna Zatara, mistress of magic, of the Justice League and Las Vegas.

Mists swirled out of nothingness. The shadow of her figure was evident for a moment before she stepped forth, the largest breasts of anyone in the room, put on maximum display with the clingy dress she wore with the cleavage cut-out to put her girls on barely decent display, a golden necklace about her throat, a tattoo like a slash over her left eye...La Encantadora.

"Thank you all for coming," Lois said, and then she explained the situation. The witch-women listened politely. More than once, Lois noticed them glancing toward Blaze.

"You know who she is, right?" Raven said when Lois finished, glancing at Blaze.

"A half-demon," Lois said.

"Not just any half-demon," Zatanna said. "She's a queen of hell, daughter of the wizard Shazam..."

"...and an enemy of Superman," Encantadora finished. "Mi competencia."

"I can still hear you bitches just fine," Blaze said, from where she was leaning against the wall.

"My point is," Raven said. "If she's involved, this could all be a plot. She might have led you down to the Lesbian Pit on purpose."

"Even if she did," Encantadora added, "the pit responds to the desires of the one who bathes in it. I've...some experience with this magic. The Lazarus Pits. Bad mojo."

"But can you fix me?" Lois said.

The women glanced at each other. This time, it was Zatanna that spoke.

"I know you've seen a fair bit of magic, Lois. You've probably seen wizards and sorcerers turn people into animals, monsters...but you've also seen them turn back, right? People have a...well, call it an aura, a soul, a morphogenic field, a true name, a shadow. They know what shape they're supposed to have. Magic can change that, but it tends to snap back, especially if the person didn't agree to the change in the first place. What the Lesbian Pit did to you...your aura isn't rejecting it. This is sort of your default state. We can turn you back into a human, but at some point it's going to wear off."

"So...I'm stuck like this?" The reporter felt her heart sink into her stomach.

"There are...options." Raven said. "If we use our magic to recharge the pool...and you go back into it, focused on being human...it might reset your aura."

"...or you might turn into a man. Or a gorgon. Almost anything, really." Zatanna added. "We can recharge the pool, but we can't control it."

"Or," La Encantadora said. "We could try and give you the power to shift between a human and a demon form. Either way it'll take mucha energia, though, more than we can muster."

"I'll help." Blaze said, from the corner. "Use me as a friggin' battery. I got her into this mess, I'll help to get her out, if that's what she wants."

"So...what do you want to do, Lois?" Zatanna said. "We can't guarantee what will happen if you go back into the pool. But we're willing to give it a shot."