End: Only The Entire Shadowpact Can Help Lois Lane Now

Which is how, at the end of Lois Lane's night out, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter ended up in a gynaecologist's chair in the Tower of Fate, that sat within a complex mandala of magical circles, legs in the stirrups as every what seemed like every good mystic, sorcerer, witch, and wizard in the world over the age of 18 took turns staring at her pussy.

Doctor Chimp's glance was cursory. Looking at a naked human being was about as enticing to him as looking at a naked cow.

Doctor Fate's stare was longer, and utterly focused on the stone idol that had been almost completely buried in the flesh of the reporter's abdomen. Lois Lane could still see the outlines of the swirls through the taut skin of her abdomen, but the rest of it was utterly lost. The golden helmet of the master sorcerer was unreadable, but he mumbled incantations and made passes with his gloved hands, and his amulet shone forth a white light onto her bloated belly that made Lois Lane's skin itch.

John Constantine leered, and only left when Zatanna elbowed him in the ribs.

Raven of the Titans, and no longer a teen, stared longest between the reporter's legs. The cowl shadowed her face, but Lois had caught the hint of red eyes glowing from the darkness, and her pussy and ass squeezed tight as if to make themselves less visible. All that accomplished was to make a dribble of juice leak out of her cunny and drip over the reporter's asshole onto the floor. Lois Lane had flushed crimson, embarrassed at her own arousal at being on display.

Only one of them, Manitou Dawn, the Native American sorceress, actually touched Lois Lane. The brown woman's bare hand was warm, with odd calluses on the fingertips...and oddly calming. Her eyes took in the reporter's entire body...and then, the hand slipped down, past the curve of the reporter's belly. Those dark eyes met the reporter's, as if asking permission. Lois grimaced and nodded.

The slim brown fingers slid inside her. Deep. Until they hit something deep and sensitive. Probed carefully, with all the skill of a midwife.

"Her waters have not broken yet," Manitou Dawn pronounced, as she removed her fingers. "But she is dilating. The child will be born before dawn."

There were others. Lois Lane didn't remember most of their names. Her body was flushed with embarrassment. Naked and exposed. The reality of her pregnancy, or pseudo-pregnancy, or whatever it was was sinking in. She had noticed after a while that her breasts had begun to swell, the skin felt tight on them, and the once-pink nipples had begun to swell and darkness. That dark line that some women get had emerged, running up from her crotch to her navel, which had popped into an outie as the abdomen had begun to distend.

"Seems obvious to me," Constantine said. "We're going to have to operate."

"The child will resist," Raven pointed out. "Lois Lane would not survive."

"We can pool our talents, can't we?" Zatanna said. "Some of us focus on keeping her alive, the others work on removing the...artifact."

"I am not comfortable with abortion," Zauriel, the angel from Heaven with a flaming sword, said.

"If we do not cut for the child, she might still die," Manitou Dawn added. "The unborn is large, and Lois Lane's hips are narrow."

"Could we just exorcise the evil?" Detective Chimp said. "Banish it somehow?"

"It is already too late for that," the Phantom Stranger said. "I can feel its power. No art of ours can vanquish such evil."

"I could crush it," the Spectre added. "What is one life versus the rest of the world?"

"Who the fuck let you in here?" Constantine said, before he blew a plume of smoke into the green hood of the angel of vengeance. Then a crafty gleam came into his eye. "Although come to think of it, that might work...all we need to do is get you to where you can destroy the evil but without killing the host."

Lois Lane looked sick as John Constantine laid out her hand. A pain was beginning to build inside her pelvis, like a long, slow cramp. She was undergoing a rapid magical pregnancy, they were talking about a Caesarian with extras, and nobody had yet mentioned an epidural.

From a corner of the room, a shambling mass of plant material, a grim parody of a human being, stepped forward. It smelled of the cypress swamps of Louisiana, of dank water and the dark things that lived in them. Hands pulled out strands of plant material, that dried in its fingertips, and were swiftly wrapped in pale grey leaves as fine as paper.

"This...will...help..." The words came out from a throat that wasn't suited for human speech. Like trees swaying in a wind.

The Swamp Thing passed Lois Lane the massive joint. Detective Chimp stepped forward and lit it for her. Lois Lane, who had not tasted marijuana since her university days, sucked in the hot smoke. Held it into her lungs until she couldn't anymore.

Her coughing brought everyone else's attention. Zatanna raised an eyebrow. Constantine smiled.

"Well then. We're all agreed? Let's get started."

Raven stood between the reporter's legs and raised her arms above her shoulders, fingers hanging like claws. A whispered incantation began. Or a mantra. Lois Lane heard the same three words run, over and over. Black light crackled at her fingertips. The reporter gasped and her whole body shook as something pushed her pussy lips apart. It was like being split wide by a speculum...only there was no cold metal, just pure ****, that spread her cunny wide and wide, and then pushed forward down her vaginal canal to the cervix.

Lois puffed on the doobie. It wasn't just the **** stretching of her pussy, it was the growing awareness of a pain throughout her whole crotch. A slow contraction of her pelvic muscles, her anxiety heightening as it grew more and more intense.

Then Zatanna touched one finger to the reporter's outie navel, which sat atop her grotesquely swollen midsection like a lurid nipple on an enormous breast, and intoned in a loud, clear voice: ".robal ecudnI"

Pain suddenly spiked. A gush of amniotic fluid poured out of the reporter's pussy, to soak the bottom of Raven's robes. The Titan stood like a statue, still mumbling her mantra. To the left and right of the young witch, Doctor Fate and Zauriel took their positions. The Amulet shone forth its light. A flaming sword was raised. Both shone down streams of white light on the reporter's crotch...and the reporter grunted as her massive stomach suddenly thrashed.

"Hold her!" Constantine shouted, and Detective Chimp's long, leathery fingers clamped on the reporter's arms from behind, pinning Lois Lane's torso to the chair. Manitou Dawn took up her position opposite Zatanna on the reporter's left, a bone and wood stick in her hand. The Native American sorceress touched this to the abdomen, and it stilled.

"I cannot hold it for long!" She said.

The Spectre was already moving. Abandoning human form, it became a green mist, a cloud that streamed up the pink cavernous channel toward the reporter's womb. The reporter bit back a scream as she felt something flow in past her dilated cervix. Her whole body shook as warring sensations threatened to tear her body apart. The contraction that had only begun when Zatanna uttered her spell was still going. Lois could feel every muscle in her body squeeze, bearing down, trying to expel something too big for her poor body.

And that something was fighting for its life with something else.

The reporter could feel jabs of pain, deep within. Flashes of light burst from within her body and faded, swirled, rekindled. Another burst of liquid sprayed from the reporter's cunny, and this time it was blood that splashed Raven's face, that dripped from her cowl, that ruined her cloak...

The left arm of the chair Lois Lane had been gripping broke off. Her hand flailed useless for a moment...and then another hand caught hers and held it. Instinctively, she squeezed...and if it had been John Constantine, she would have broken every bone in his hand. Yet it was not Constantine...

"I'm here, Lois," Superman said as he squeezed in beside Zatanna. The reporter stared at him in disbelief, as the veins stood out on her temples and neck. He smiled down at her. "Everything will be alright."

Maybe that was what Lois Lane needed. She relaxed for just a moment. Then something exploded out of her. A green mist. The Spectre resumed his human form, behind Raven.

It was up to the Phantom Stranger to step forward. Lois Lane's cunny was spread so wide, the baby nearly fell into his outstretched hands. The reporter's body convulsed as the placenta swiftly followed.

There was a smack. A cry. Someone conjured a blanket. And Lois Lane found herself staring into the violet eyes of her daughter.

"Oh, wow," Lois muttered, still a little high. "I'm a mom?"

"The idol had to work with what was at hand," Zatanna said. "So yes, she's your own flesh and blood. Probably almost a clone."

"We could name her Lois Jr.," Superman joked. Lois realized she was still holding his hand. Or he was still holding hers.

The Man of Steel ultimately flew Lois and the baby home—via Metropolis General Hospital, to get the birth certificate. Most of the Shadowpact disbanded, about their various duties. All except John Constantine, whom Doctor Fate presented with a mop and bucket.

"You were singularly useless during the birth," the sorcerer said. "So you will do what you do best: mop up the blood."

The British occultist sighed as he saw the puddle of blood and amniotic fluid, the dark livid mass of the placenta...and then he reached down to pick up the half-smoked joint, and relit it.

"Sure, why not?" he said as he got to work.

It was a new day for Lois Lane...and family. Her long night out was over. Later, she would think back over the choices she had made that night, wonder at all the paths she had not taken. She could not go back and walk them...to see how else things may have turned out...but you can.