End: Raven Is Here To Help

A dark-haired, pale young woman stood in the doorway, her figure hidden by a purple cloak.

"Friend Raven!" Starfire said gleefully. "This is Lois. Friend Zatanna sent her here to..."

"Hey, 'Star." Raven said. "I know. I'm here to help."

She closed the door behind her. Lois, still impaled on Starfire's cock, watched as the young woman undid a hidden catch and let the cloak fall to the floor. The grey-skinned young woman was naked beneath the robe. A slim young body, no hint of puppy fat, the body of an athletic young woman that got little sunlight, breasts small and with just a hint of sag promising later growth. The young with raised her hands, eyes glowing suddenly purple.

"Azeroth," she intoned. "Metrion. Zinthos!"

There was a brief flash that left purple spots on the blonde reporter's vision...and when she opened them she saw that between the witch's legs, where had once been a hairless, shaven pussy now there was an erect, grey cock tipped with a purple head.

The bimbo felt a squee start deep inside her chest.

"You're going to fuck me after Starfire?" she said excitedly.

Raven cocked her head to the side. "After?" 'Star, lay her down and spread her out."

"Oh friend Lois, you are in for a treat!" Starfire whispered as she fell back onto the bed, superstrong arms crushing the reporter to her chest in a bear hug. "Raven hardly ever lets her inseminator out!"

Lois turned her head as the young woman stood behind her. Fingers, small snd cold, pressed against the base of her pussy, sliding in between Starfire's cock and the walls of the reporter's vagina.

"Gonna be a tight fit," Raven murmured, and Lois felt the fingers disappear, and then reappear coated in something cool and slick. The lubricant helped the finger slip inside Lois easily, though the reporter shivered at how the extra digits spread her cunt wider than every before.

The fingers disappeared. Something warm and bigger pressed in the same place. In the dark, Lois Lane's eyes went wide. Her heart beat faster, pussy wanting to squeeze down in anticipation, but instead, she **** herself to relax.

Is she going to...

"Eeep!" Lois said, face breaking into a rictus grin as Raven slowly fed her cock into the reporter's overstuffed cunt. Starfire hugged her a fraction tighter, obviously excited as the hot box wrapped around her dick got even tighter, Raven's prick sliding against her own inseminator. The reporter felt like her poor pussy was ready to split at the seams, her overstretched cunt taut as a rubber band around the pair of dicks inside of her.

"You close, Star?" Raven asked, a single note of strain in her voice.

"Yes! I am ready to flood her incubator!" Starfire confirmed.

"Well, just h-hold on as long as you can," Raven said. "We both need to cum in her."

The young Titan's hands grabbed and squeezed the reporter's ass, getting a good hand-hold as she began to move. The cock slid in and out of the reporter's cunt like she was trying to push a hotdog through a garden hose. That already had a hotdog in it.

Lois couldn't stop her body from shaking as her cunt was taken to the limit of its elasticity, the double-dicking set her every nerve on edge, pussy growing tighter the more cock that Raven fed into it, so that the withdrawal almost came as a sense of relief.

"I cannot hold it anymore!" Starfire breathed, just as Raven started to speed up, pushing and pulling her cock in and out of Lois faster and faster.

"Go ahead," Raven huffed. "I'll cum when I'm ready."

Almost immediately, Lois felt Starfire's ock swell a little inside of her...and some white hot liquid heat flooded into her cunt, dribbling out the sides. Raven squeezed the reporter's ass tighter, moving faster.

"Shit. That's good lube." She said as she started to pick up speed, her abs slapping into the reporter's ass as she began a pounding fuck. Starfire didn't seem to shrink at all as Raven continued sawing her smaller, thinner cock in and out of Lois Lane's cunt, and then Lois heard the witch-woman give a gasp and press her cock as deep inside as she could, unloading her own sperm deep into the bimbo's eager womb.

Lois squealed, ecstatic with the idea of being inseminated. It felt so good to get pregnant...

"Let's roll over," Raven said. "You can be on top this time Star."

"Argh?" Lois said, lost in a haze of endorphins.

"Yeah. Zatanna said we have to be sure. So we're going to fuck you all night."

"It is a great pleasure to mate with you, Friend Lois!" Starfire said as she began to move, keeping her cock buried inside the reporter's pussy. Lois grunted, beyond speech. All conscious thought was lost as she sank into her role as a piece of fuckmeat, cunt stretched by the twin cocks, overflowing with their cum.

She came too sometime around dawn. Lois was never sure, afterward, whether she had passed out, or if her bimbo brain had simply stopped recording. The reporter had a vague sense of being in an animalistic state of heat, the curse rendering her down to nothing more than that, unable to even speak.

Yet dawn peaked in around Starfire's curtain as the Tamaranean pumped her final load deep inside the reporter's overflowing and sore pussy. Lois blinked, her body suddenly sending her urgent signals, and her conscious mind able to process them. She needed to pee, coffee, sleep, an ice pack for her bruised and battered pussy—not all of those things in that precise order.

Yet wearily, wiping one sweat-plastered lock of blonde hair out of her face, Lois realized that she probably didn't need a pregnancy test. If Zatanna was right, the bimbo curse would be relaxed as soon as she was pregnant...and Lois figured she was thinking very clearly.

Starfire pulled out of her. Raven, underneath Lois, began to pump. The longnight of fucking had put some color in the goth's cheeks.

"I think I've got one more load in me," she promised.

Lois, as sore as she was, smiled and bent down, pressing her mouth against the young woman's lips, tongue slipping past the Titan's teeth. Her heavy tits dangled over the witch's smaller breasts. Zatanna's glamour wouldn't wear off for a while. The reporter reckoned she would miss the breasts. The hair...well, she might try going bottle-blonde for a while. See if they really did have more fun.

One more load, she thought. The night was over, and Lois was knocked up, victim of some ancient magic.

But it certainly wouldn't hurt to be sure.