End: "This is weird, but I feel...pregnant"

The word just came out, and Dick Grayson paused. The reporter rubbed her midsection and tried to put into words how she felt.

"Like...I know I shouldn't be able to feel that. Even if there was a sperm in your precum that was magnetically drawn straight to an egg, if I was ovulating, fertilization can take hours...days...then it has to attach to the uterine wall...and there's no nerves attached to the embryo. I shouldn't feel any different, even if I was pregnant," Lois said. "But before, I was basically so horny I was **** you, and now I feel...calm. Content. Oddly...complete? As if something was missing, but now I'm whole."

She lifted her shirt and stared down at the flat stomach.

"None of which makes any sense," she said. "I just...I guess I just feel like I always weirdly thought a pregnant woman should feel. Like there's this inner calm. An excitement. Expectation. Also, if you ever want to fuck again, your cock is like perfect."

"And if I suggested...a morning-after pill?" Dick said, one eyebrow raised.

Lois lowered her shirt. "Over my dead body!"

"Right," he said. "Look, this smells like magic, so I think we should call in an expert..."

"So you can kill our baby!?" Lois said, as adrenaline suddenly spiked.

"No!" Dick said. "Nothing like that. I just think you might be under the influence of whatever statue you encountered. Let me just call Zatanna and she can come and check things out. Make sure it's safe."

So he made the call. Lois Lane leaned with her back against the wall, a ball of emotions, as she replayed the events of the night. It all seemed so insane. The shrine with the altar, that business with the statue, then the way she had just pounced on poor innocent Dick Grayson and he'd had to push her off...but not before she managed to get at least the tip of his dick wet. Now she felt all broody and...

The reporter's gaze was distracted for a moment by Dick Grayson's ass. When he turned around, there was a shimmer of golden sparks, and a woman stepped through in top hat and tails, her ample breasts barely contained behind a white dress shirt and tie, long legs wrapped in fishnets. She smiled at Dick and then Lois...and the two of them explained what had happened.

"Well, let's do the obvious thing first," Zatanna said, and gestured at Lois. ".ycnangerp tceteD"

A pale, golden glow emanated from beneath the skin of the reporter's abdomen, then faded.

"Okay, so you are pregnant," Zatanna said.

"Oh hell," Dick Grayson said. "My girlfriends are going to kill me."

"I'll fight her for your dick, Dick!" Lois blurted out...then clamped a hand over her mouth and blushed.

"Might be some residual enchantment there," the witch said.

The reporter pulled her hand away from her mouth.

"I'll have all your babies," Lois whispered. The hand clamped tight once again.

"Not even going to waste an incantation on that," Zatanna said dryly.

Lois Lane's night out was long. They had to call in the rest of the Justice League, in the end, to clear out the demonic infestation. The statue had to go into some magical quarantine vault, far away from Lois Lane. Zatanna eventually managed to remove most of the enchantment...but the maternal inclinations were still firmly in place. The demon's magic had simply reinforced some feelings that were already present in Lois Lane.

Which is how, near dawn, Lois Lane found herself in Gotham, shaking hands with Batgirl and Starfire.

"Hi. I'm...um...Dick's babymama," she said. "Or surrogate? Sortof?"

The redheaded caped crusader pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Welcome to the polycule," she said dryly.

"How far along are you?" Koriand'r said, the towering alien woman leaning down to touch the reporter's stomach.

"About eight hours. It's all very...magical," Lois Lane said.

It was the end of a long, weird night; and the beginning of a longer, weirder life. One in which Lois Lane would find herself sharing Dick with two other women...and they would all become, the reporter found, much closer with one another as the pregnancy progressed. Much closer than any of them guessed. Yet that is another story.