End: I'm Not For Sale

Which was how, a whispered incantation later, the two Lois Lanes and Zatanna were back in the Loises' apartment—the sorceress and the shortstack to the bedroom, and her new pimp to the kitchen, making coffee as feminine moans came through the walls, and doing a little research on her laptop.

The timeline was a mess.

There were two profiles for "Lois Lane" on the Daily Planet's website. Articles Lois didn't remember writing. Photos of both her and her "twin." Even in her own apartment, Lois saw touches of her doppelganger's life, intermingled with her own...a bra several sizes too large hanging out of the laundry hamper. A nude glamour-photo on the wall. The already overflowing bookshelf now had several new piles next to it about sexuality and sexual techniques. When Lois went to the bathroom, she found two toothbrushes, one of those the fine-tipped Japanese style she'd always wanted to try and never had, next to birth control pills that she had stopped using after months of sexual inactivity.

The pants and moans reached a crescendo...and then descended nto a soft huffing. Lois wasn't surprised to see her shorter counterpart, big tits exposed and jiggling, stagger into the kitchen. She zoomed in on the fresh coffee—Lois had set out a second cup—and the two women shared a silent moment of contemplation, violet eyes meeting.

"She's warm and ready," the other Lois said. "If, y'know, you want a go."

The original Lois looked pensive, but said nothing. The shorter woman smiled and set her mug down.

"It's okay sister...this is weird for me too. We'll have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out on where we go from here. How to sort our lives out. But I know that deep down, you and I are the same. We have the same drives, the same desires. I'm the part of you that you've been repressing. I just want you to know...you don't have to. You can live a little. Nothing bad is going to happen. And...I shouldn't say this..." the shortstack's puffy lips broke into a wide grin. "...Zatanna's tongue is absolutely magical."

The original Lois thought about it for a half a heartbeat...and then she stood.

"I'm not a whore," she said firmly, arching her back a little. "But maybe, just for tonight, it wouldn't hurt me to slut it up for once."

Which is how, on Lois Lane's night out, Zatanna got her wish.

The shorter Lois had to guide her counterpart, as the two naked women slipped into bed with the red-faced and huffing sorceress. Their hands stroked Zatanna's slit together. Their tongues met as they tasted each other in a three-way kiss. Body pressed against body as the two Lanes made a sandwich of Zatanna...and for the first time in her life, one of the Lois Lanes knew what it was like to feel a woman writhe and shudder with ecstasy beneath her fingertips, watched with her own eyes Zatanna's face as she lost it, the powerful witch becoming momentarily idiotc as the climax robbed hr of all higher brain functions. Felt the hot breath on her pussy she rolled over to straddle the woman's face, the shorter Lois busying herself between Zatanna's legs, fingers and tongue makng that cunt quiver again and again...

Until at the end of the night, they were all three well-satisified, exhausted, the sun just rising outside the window, the room reeking of sex.

Zatanna snored, softly. The two "twins" looked at each other over the magician's naked breasts.

"You know," the shortstack Lois said. "That was fun."

"We should do it again sometime," the other Lois said.

"Maybe with someone else, though. I was thinking..."

"Superman?"

"Or Supergirl."

"Why not both?" They said together, and their giggles were exactly the same.