End: Call For Magical Assistance

Lois Lane was courageous, intelligence, and too curious for her own good. She was swift to rush into danger, and had not always been able to get herself out again. Which is why she had, over her career, filed away a few emergency numbers and a few favors. In the last hour, the reporter had grown a cock, seen Cat Grant de-aged, and knocked her up. This was a magic situation.

So Lois Lane determined to call in magicians.

Not one or two. Oh no. Lois called in all of them.

The demon Blaze frowned as she saw the reporter dig out her smartphone, Lois Lane's voice too soft for her scrying mirror to pick up. The scarlet succubus, who had arranged the events of tonight for her own amusement, frowned in concern. Superman was off-planet, Blaze was sure, but there were others who might interfere with her fun...

...and then a mystic portal opened behind Lois Lane and Cat Grant, instantly breaching the demon's carefully-constructed defenses. A female figure in fishnets and tophat stepped through first, and Blaze cursed as she recognized Zatanna...and then behind her came the golden helm of Dr. Fate, the lit cigarette of John Constantine, the petite cowled form of Raven of the Titans, and the familiar red-and-gold of the Marvel family.

Faced with such magical opposition, Blaze arranged her own portal, with a swift mystic gesture. Better to retreat for now, and take what enjoyment she could from the predicament that she had put Lois and her friend in.

"Next time, Lois Lane," Blaze said, as she stepped into the dark portal. "Next time!"

They found the women down below; Blaze had formed a small cult to worship her and serve her whims, imperiling their souls with dark rites. The altar was methodically destroyed, the demon's influence was cleansed through exorcisms. Lois and Cat held hands as Zatanna made her incantations, to explore their auras, the changes that Blaze had made to them both.

She had good news and bad news.

"You're both pregnant," the sorceress said. "And, unusually, the embryos are already ensouled. That will make any magical termination of the pregnancy more difficult."

Cat beamed. She grabbed Lois Lane's hand and squeezed, obviously thrilled. Lois Lane's smile was more ****, the consequences of Zatanna's words sinking in.

"I...think we want to keep the pregnancies, Z," Lois said. Cat nodded energetically.

"Okay. I can remove the dick if you want," Zatanna said.

"No!" Cat cut in. "No, no, no. It's fine! I mean, she's fine, right? No harm to keep it?"

Zatanna blinked, her face suddenly inscrutable as she looked back and forth from Lois to Cat Grant.

"No, I...suppose not. If I don't remove it now, it'll be harder to remove it later. There might be side effects. I mean, you have gonads now," Zatanna said to Lois Lane.

"I'm...sure it'll be fine," Lois said. Cat Grant's enthusiasm wasn't exactly infectious, but Lois couldn't find it in her heart to turn the young, pregnant woman down. She thought about what Cat had said. Marriage. Pregnancy. Anal sex. Her cock ached and flexed against her pants at the thought of that.

"You're from Vegas, right?" Cat said. "Can you take us back there? We can get married tonight!"

Zatanna looked back at Lois, and the reporter **** her smile a little wider, and gave the tiniest of nods.

"I suppose," the sorceress said. "If that's really what you want."

"Yes!" Cat clung to Lois. Gripped the reporter in a tight hug, and then lewdly reached down to grab the bulge in the dickgirl's pants. "I'm going to marry this dick and have it's babies! I'm going to suck her off every morning and fuck her brains out every night!"

There was a hack from behind them as John Constantine swallowed his cigarette.

Lois Lane's brittle smile relaxed, just a little. Perhaps there were upsides to this whole situation.

"Look out, world!" Cat said as she dragged Lois toward the glowing portal that Zatanna formed. "By tomorrow, I'm going to be Cat Lane!"

Which is how, in the wee hours before dawn, Lois Lane found herself in a chapel in Las Vegas, in a rented tuxedo, as a minister dressed as Elvis read the vows. Behind them, a motley crew of mystic heroes made up the witnesses. John Constantine had produced the wedding bands. Zatanna had gotten a hotel to comp them the honeymoon suite. The whole thing felt surreal, as if it was happening to someone else.

"You may kiss the bride," the right reverend Elvis said.

Lois turned. She lifted the rented veil. A very young, very pretty, and slightly baby crazy Cat Grant smiled at her. They leaned forward, warm lips met...and as if everything clicked into place, Lois Lane popped the hardest boner in the short time she'd ever had a cock.

As they left, arm in arm, to many tears and well-wishes, Lois Lane held her blushing bride by the arm and though that maybe, just maybe, this night out hadn't ended badly after all.

Although she still had no idea how she was going to explain any of this to Superman.