End: Earth-Shattering Kaboom

Lois Lane was, despite all of her sometimes unusual adventures in journalism, not an expert in magic. She had no idea what actually happened when you take the dick of an ancient Greek sorceress as powerful as a god and plug it into the oversized crimson cock of a literal demonic dickgirl.

That said, based on the way the conjoined dicks were starting to glow, with green light burning through the overstretched blood-red cockskin, and how the scrying portal was starting to waver ominously in mid-air...the reporter had an idea that this was probably the equivalent of a three-year-old plugging a fork into an electrical socket.

"Oh crap." Lois managed as the light within the docking dick grew until it was almost blinding. Too late, the reporter realized that she should have been running...

...and then Blaze and Circe both came.

"...explosion of green fire in the Metropolis warehouse district. The police say there are no casualties so far, but sources inside Metropolis General Hospital confirm an ambulance did transport one woman to the hospital room. In related news, the explosion unveiled an extensive illegal brotherl and the Metropolis Police Department are reporting they have found a number of missing women."

Lois Lane stirred. Her mouth felt like she'd fallen asleep after blowing her last boyfling. She opened her eyes, and then immediately squinted against the light. Every part of her was sore, especially her crotch; it was like every single sexual injury she'd ever experienced in her life had come back to her at once.

Clark Kent was at her bedside. He muted the television. Lana Lang was on the scene, reporting from the ruins of the warehouse, firemen in the background.

Somehow, it didn't surprise her that Clark was here. It was the other person at her bedside that was a shock.

"Hey Smallville," Lois croaked. She turned to the busty woman in the tophat, tails, and fishnet stalkings on her right. "Zatanna."

"How do you feel?" Clark said. He laid his hand on the guard rail of the bed, and Lois lifted her own hand—surprised to find an IV stuck in the back of it—and laid it on top of his. Their fingers squeezed.

"Sore. Tired. Kind of..." Lois paused to take stock, and then frowned. "I don't know how to put it into words."

"How much do you remember about what happened?" Zatanna asked.

There didn't seem to be any sense in hiding the gory details. So Lois retold the whole events of her night out, from the moment she stepped into the club until the final explosion.

"It was like...like being hit by a huge wave at the beach. All of this water washing over me, penetrating through me. I could feel my skin burn, and then deeper than my skin. Until it felt like I was completely transparent, that it was passing straight through me, a sunburn that went right down to the soul..." Lois took a ragged breath. "...then I woke up here."

Zatanna gave a little sigh. "Well, that explains...one or two things. You were ground zero at a serious magical explosion. You absorbed...a lot of energy. You're not a trained magician, so your body spontaneously tried to use it all up, following some of your **** desires. So there's been a couple of changes."

Lois stared at her quizzically...and then Lois felt something unexpected. A painful stiffness.

A pair of painful stiffnesses, actually.

The reporter stared down the length of her body...and saw the sheet laid over her crotch was tented strangely. Looking back and forth from Clark to Zatanna, the reporter slipped her hand out of Clark's and threw aside the covers, pulled up her gown...

The brand that Circe had burned right above her body had changed into a small, familiar S-shield. Below that, where her pussy should have been, were two stiff, pink pricks. Almost perfectly normal, six inches long, a little over an inch in width, and even circumcized...although each had a black metal ring piercing the tip, passing right through the urethra and frenulum. They stood next to each other, pointing up from her body like an obscene V. Lois reached down below them...and felt the hard metal rings that still pierced her labia.

She let out a sigh.

"I still have a pussy," the reporter said.

"As near as we can tell," Clark said, as he looked pointedly at her face and not her strangely altered genitalia, "You have both sets of reproductive organs, now."

"Oof," Lois said. She stared at her cocks for a moment. Flexed her abs, and found she could wiggle them. Practiced a little, and found she could actually move them independently. "Hee."

"Unfortunately, the magic is so wild and chaotic that, um...I don't think I can just undo this. I mean, I can try. But chances are, this might be permanent."

"Oh no," Lois was unable to put any distress into her voice. "What a terrible fate. This will be such a horrible period of adjustment, living with two cocks and a pussy for the rest of my life."

She bit her lower lip. Even though she was sore, exhausted, and knew that she should be freaked out about this, somehow she was unable to muster anything other than barely-contained excitement.

"Do you think Superman will like it?" Lois said as she traced the little S-shield.

Zatanna looked at Clark, who blushed all the way to his ears.

"I think he'll love it," the witch said, with great confidence.

So he did. But that is the story of another night...