End: Both Human AND Demon

Instinct **** Lois Lane to the surface. Coughing up pink goop from her lungs, sucking in air. Her hands found the edge of the Lesbian Pit and she heaved herself up onto the stone shore, puking neon pink liquid out of her guts, where it flowed back down to the supernatural pool.

She looked down at her hand...and it was her hand. Pale skin, with normal nails. She reached up to feel a smooth forehead with no horns, ran a tongue over teeth, actual human teeth and not sharp demonic fangs...stuffed a hand down her pants and almost cried with relief to feel her hand slide over a normal-sized clit and perfectly ordinary pussy-slit.

"It worked!" Lois gasped as she turned around to look at the witches. "I'm human again! I'm..."

Someone else was rising out of the pool.

Her long, bull-like horns were pink, darkening to black at the tips. Her skin was red along the back and shoulders, lightening to a pink along the breasts and belly, all the way down to the hard cock that jutted out above her swollen cunt. The skin itself was leathery, with here and there marked with scarlet and pink scutes like scales. Long pink claws emerged from each finger and toes as she clambered up onto the shore next to the human reporter, pink liquid streaming from her mouth and nostrils. The eyes were pure violet...no pupil or iris, but just a solid color the same as Lois Lane's eyes.

The demon had the reporter's face, too.

The witches looked at each other...but Blaze was already moving circling the pool, headed for the...demonic figure. Knelt by her side.

"Lois?" Blaze said. "Is it you?"

"Yesss..." the pink-and-scarlet figure said.

"But I'm..." the human said. "I'm right here!"

"I did warn you that things could get weird. Honestly, I wasn't expecting this, but..."

Raven shrugged her shoulders.

The demonic Lois Lane stared at Blaze. A forked tongue flickered out and caressed the crimson face.

"What...happened...to usss?" The demonic reporter said.

Zatanna tapped her feet. "The pool apparently couldn't realize your conflicting desires so it...split the difference."

"So is she...me?" The human Lois said.

"Hermanas," Encantadora said, rubbing her wrists. "She is every part of you that wanted to be like Blaze. You're every part of you that wanted to be human."

"I remember..." the demon Lois turned back to her human counterpart. "Tripoli."

The human Lois Lane's eyes grew wide. At the same time, humand and demon said. "We don't talk about Tripoli!"

"This is going to take some getting used to," the human Lois said.

"Yesss," the demon Lois nodded...then one claw stretched out to touch Blaze's dick. "Worksss, though. You get Ssssuperman, I get Blazzze..."

The human Lois nodded. Blaze was holding the demon Lois like she didn't want to let her go.

"Well, maybe we should take this party back to my—our—apartment. I'm sure my...sister...will want to get some clothes. I need a drink."

"I think we all do," Zatanna said. "Look, why don't we make a girl's night out of it?"

Raven raised her hands. "Sounds like a plan to me. Azarath! Metrion! Zinthos!"

A white shadow swept over them all...and when they opened their eyes again, they were all back in the apart of the Loises Lane. Blaze and the Demon Lois ended up on the bed, Lois stood in the bedroom, Encantadora and Zatanna in the kitchen, Raven in the bathroom... The Loises changed into some actual clothing as the ladies got to talking, raiding the fridge, ice clinking into glasses as they found the reporters' emergency vodka.

And then the magic began to flow.

Encantadora produced bottles of tequila, tortilla chips, home-made salsa. Zatanna said something complicated and suddenly she and raven were rolling what the human Lois hoped were just cigarettes. Blaze...

The demon Lois was trying on their lingerie, the pink fluffy nightie that they had bought a year ago and had never had a chance to wear...they had hoped to maybe let Superman see them in it once, but now...

The human Lois couldn't feel a single pang of jealousy. The scarlet succubus was clearly infatuated, utterly hard and totally **** of the world around her, consumed with every movement that the demon Lois was making...and the demonic reporter was herself quite happy with the attention.

Maybe... the human reporter thought, as she felt a familiar wetness between her legs as Blaze impulsively kissed her "sister" and the two demons began to make out. ...maybe I should stop waiting for the time to be right and make a move on Superman.

It was a thought that stayed with the human Lois Lane for the rest of the night, even through the smoke and the drink, and the burst and shimmer of magic. The long strange night would go on long into the wee hours of the morning...and when at last the human reporter staggered into a chair, the last of them awake as dawn came, the sight she saw was her demonic sister spooning with Blaze, the two demons cuddled together...and she smiled, wondering when that would be her and Superman.