End: Zatanna & Constantine

"...so, um, Lana has a blue pussy, and I've got a red cock, we're stuck together, and the colors are spreading away from our genitals, and the app we used is gone." Lois said. She thought that summed things up fairly well.

The reporter had put the phone on speaker, and dialed a conference call with both Zatanna and her ex-boyfriend Constantine. It had seemed like the best way to handle this. Lana had been very patient throughout the entire process, poking at her azure cunny and adding the occasional detail when Lois took a breath.

"Sounds like a standard attribute transfer curse," Zatanna said.

"Nah, love," the Brit's husky, pack-a-day voice cut through with his Scouse accent. "If it was, it wouldn't be spreading. I'm thinking this is something more fundamental. Can you do an aura trace?"

"Not over the phone," Zatanna's accent was the careful mid-Atlantic, like an old-time newscaster, distinctive in an era when most actors opted for a more generic American accent. "What about an exorcism?"

"Might get messy. No, love, we're going to have to see this up close and personal." Constantine said.

Lois and Lana looked at each other. Neither of them exactly wanted to be seen like that...but before they could lodge a protest, Zatanna said: .era anal dna sioL erehw dna enitnatsnoC tropeleT

The line went dead. There was a flash of light under the door of the stall...and then a polite knock.

The conjoined woman and dickgirl shared a look...and Lois put the phone away as Lana opened the door.

Constantine was a hair under six feet, with perpetual five-o'clock shadow and a mess of blonde hair. He wore a trenchcoat that had seen better decades over a well-cut suit, and smiled at Lois and Lana like the devil himself. Zatanna for her part was in tophat and coattails, black hair turning just below the collar; her long, toned legs in black fishnet stockings, legs in three-inch spike heels, her generous breasts emphasized by a subtle bustier and white tie. She looked like the magician and the magician's sexy assistant all in one...as she was.

With one white gloved hand, she punched Constantine's shoulder.

"No touching," she said.

Constantine gave her a theatrical wounded look. "Just looking, I swear!"

They did look. Lois and Lane's cheeks burned as they leaned back, showcasing where crimson cock was buried in blueberry-colored pussy...and the colors were spreading to the tops of their thighs now. Lois could feel it as a spreading itch.

"Like I said," Constantine said. "Infection. The demonic tissue was been grafted onto them when they agreed to the transfer—the donor demon's probably nearby, drawing off their life essence. Couple more hours and you ladies would just be mindless extensions of whoever's behind this. Probably what happened to your ladies that went missing; just consumed from the inside out."

"Which means a simple exorcism won't do the trick, would it?" Zatanna said. "If we expel all the demonic essence, their genitals would just rot away...they'd be sterile, at least, if they didn't bleed to **** before I could heal them."

"Can we go for an option where my vagina stays intact?" Lana said. "I still have plans for it."

"No worries," Constantine said. He dug around in his jacket and pulled out a book. It was at least a foot square, and Lois made a face when she saw it. The binding was almost crudely sewn together of some stiff, uncured hide...and then she saw the human ear in the middle of the back cover, and the slack but unmistakable outlines of a flat nose and lips on the front cover.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Zatanna asked, peeking over Constantine's shoulder as he flipped a page.

"Poker game with a one-handed bloke. There's a Kandarian exorcism here that has both punitive and restorative aspects—designed for demons that break contracts. It forces cosmic restitution and returns the curse threefold to the demon involved. Nasty bit of work," he said the last bit with a smile. "But to work it, you need a fair amount of juice...and someone that can read it..."

Zatanna scowled at him. "You know whoever uses this book risks their very soul."

Constantine winked. "Only if their heart isn't pure."

The magician rolled her eyes. "Fine. Ladies, if you're ready?"

Lois and Lana looked at each other...and on impulse, Lois darted forward and pressed her lips against the redhead's.

"If this doesn't work," Lois said. "I just want to say...it was a lot of fun. Sorry for getting you into this."

"If this does work," Lana shot back, and licked her lips. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily, Lois Lane!"

Zatanna held up her hands. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Lois wasn't sure how much of this was theatrics and how much of it was Zatanna really and truly preparing herself to cast some potentially soul-blasting ancient magic. Constantine held the book open, finger pointing. The sorceress slowly opened her eyes. Scanned the line. Her mouth silently worked through the motions, not putting any air beyond them yet. Once, twice, three times. Then a deeper breathe and...

"!otkcin...adarab...utaalK"

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then Lana, who had been staring at her crotch, said: "Look!"

They all looked. The itching sensation had becoming a burning...but the color was reversing. Blue and crimson flesh were giving away to the pale pink shades of Lois and Lana's natural skin tones. It was all that Lois could do not to scratch at the new flesh, which itched worse than chicken pox, but Lana's hand caught her own and they watched the line of flesh moved down further...further...until it reached their pussy and cock...

"Aaaagh!" Lois and Lana howled together as the burning crossed the threshold to actual pain...and somewhere, out in the club, came the siren shriek of a demon howling in unexpected agony. Constantine closed the book, his face utterly composed as the demon colors disappeared from view...leaving Lois Lane with a cock above her own pussy slit, and Lana Lang with a massive, fleshy, gaping cunt.

The woman and dickgirl pulled their bits apart...and stared in mingled horror and disbelief to find how their genitals had been transformed...and that it was all them. Lana placed three fingers in between her labia without any appreciable effort, and Lois swooned as a pins-and-needles sensation filled the fat cock that she needed two hands to lift while limp, as blood flooded the now very human flesh-and-blood tissues.

"Where did the new flesh come from?" Zatanna asked.

"Probably drew the power, very painfully, from the demon behind all this," Constantine said, putting the book back into his nasty-looking trenchcoast. "Speaking of which, you and I should go see to them. They won't have got far. These ladies have lots to talk about, I'm certain. What with their fully functional and very fertile new kibbles and bits."

The Englishman gave a leering wink, offered his elbow to Zatanna, who rolled her eyes and took it. With a smile and nod, the two were gone. Leaving Lois and Lana together again.

The reporter was massaging blood and life back inside her cock. Lana was gathering up their clothes. A very practical-minded woman. Lois found herself admiring that almost as much as she found herself admiring the curve of the redhead's ass, the flash of her orange pubic hair...

"So," Lana said casually. "My place or yours?"

"Aren't you even going to buy me dinner first?" Lois said, trying to make a joke of it...but then Lana reached forward and grabbed the dick.

"I have a pussy like...like the Chunnel!" Lana said. "And it's your fault Lois Lane. So you...you better..." she drew close, her lips almost touching the reporter's. "You better take responsibility..."

It was a line straight from a thousand terrible Japanese hentai. The kind of thing a young, nerdy young woman in Kansas might discreetly masturbate to, while dreaming of the big city and the broad-shouldered farmboys with their haystack-lifting cocks. Lois knew right then that Lana had been a good girl all her life...but what she was dying to be, **** to be, was someone she could be an utter slut with. To scratch all those itches, to make all those erotic fantasies a reality.

Lois realized she wanted that too.

"Yeah. Let's get take out...and go to my place. There are some things I want to do to you..."

The night is dark, and full of mystery. Had Lois and Lana made other choices, they would not have met that night..and their lives would have gone very differently. Yet they had met, and from that meeting, and the choices they had made, a new future was coming about...one in which Lois and Lana faced the world together.

For better or for worse.

In sickness and in health.

With a bit of lube so that Lois could squeeze that thick cock into that fat cunt.