Sitting with Zatanna

The cockpit of the craft reminded you of an old style propeller plane but made completely out of a shimmering alien crystal. There was a yoke for both pilot and co-pilot, although the currently seated occupants were ignoring them, instead keeping their eyelines focused on the African Savanna outside.

Zatanna hadn’t said anything for a few minutes and you weren’t sure how to start a conversation with the hero after what just transpired. She shifted in her seat, crossing those legs again, probably trying to get more comfortable but you couldn’t help flicking your gaze down to those fishnets wrapped around her thighs. At least she seemed too preoccupied with watching for Wonder Woman’s return to catch you perving at her. But the silence was starting to bother you… was making you anxious. You sensed tension in the magician too.

“I went to one of your shows a couple of years ago,” you said, attempting to chip through the awkwardness. She turned slightly and at least made eye contact with you now. “It was amazing. Best magic show I’ve ever seen,” you went on. It really had been. And even though it had been a completely family friendly show, Zatanna’s costume added this burlesque quality to the show that kept it mesmerising. “That part where you go to pull a rabbit out of your hat, but then a giant hand appears from the ceiling instead and plucks a guy from the audience? Man I was blown away! Then you pulled him out of the hat and he was tiny!”

A smile finally broke on Zatanna’s face, because an old gentleman turned bunny sized, kicking about in a magician’s hand was a funny image in itself. It was one of her favourite tricks to perform as well.

“I made him normal sized again,” she smirked, and now that a conversation had started there was ease in the air.

“Well it was still hilarious and mind bending,” you told her, and she took your compliment graciously. “It’s amazing to meet a superstar and superhero like you. Although… I wished it had been under different circumstances.”

The mistress of magic raised an eyebrow but kept her smile.

“It was an odd situation but… well I guess it kind of comes with the territory. It’s nice to meet you, anyway,” the hero said kindly. She paused for a beat, looking out at the distant mountains on the horizon. “This is definitely not what I expected when I signed up for the Justice League,” she muttered, although clearly she didn’t care that you heard her. Zatanna turned and regarded you curiously. “How did a civilian like you get caught up in all of this?”

“I’m a scientist,” you corrected her, half jokingly.

“Right. Sorry I didn’t mean to-” she started but you waved it off with a smile to assure her you hadn’t actually taken offense.

“I work in the field of cum addiction research,” you told her, and she seemed uncomfortable with the terminology but nodded understandingly. “I also happened to be a donor. And… this is going to sound like bragging. And I guess it sort of is. But my um… specimen… is considered exceptional and highly effective for treatment.”

Zatanna blinked at you, and her eyelashes were so long you wondered if they were magical in nature.

“How so?” she questioned, genuinely interested.

“Well I uh… have a lot of it… for starters,” you said. Seeing that Zatanna was the one asking you about this you decided to just be frank. It was your field of expertise after all. “I mean I cum a lot. And can cum multiple times a day.”

The magician’s cyan eyes went wide, surprised by your candour. You expected her to be a little more put off but you saw her thinking instead. She would have seen how big the load you had given Wonder Woman was.

“Wow. How many times in one day?” she asked you, trying to make her interest sound casual.

“Easily four loads a day,” you answered offhandedly to match her tone.

“Everyday?” Her voice pitched higher. You nodded and shrugged as if it was no big deal. “You do that to Wonder Woman four times a day every day?” she said in disbelief.

Zatanna’s incredulous tone and the look on her face made you chuckle.

“We had Wonder Woman on two doses a day,” you clarified. “We tried to scale it back to one, since I cum so much, but obviously that wasn’t a good idea. I think we may need to look at upping her dosage…” For a couple of seconds your were in your own thoughts, the doctor in you kicking in. But you did notice how Zatanna shifted in her seat again, crossing her legs over to the other side, her fists balled in her lap. She looked to you, locking her worried eyes to yours.

“She called you an important asset,” said Zatanna. “I guess you’re the only one providing Wonder Woman with these… treatments?”

You nodded.

“It’s for security,” you explained. “Nobody can know about Diana’s condition, so we keep the circle tight. Could you imagine if her enemies found out? That’s why it’s all so… secretive. I think including you now, only five people know. And until today I hadn’t left the Watchtower since I became her donor.”

You could see once the implications sank in for Zatanna she found them startling, but perhaps in being in both show business and the hero business herself she was better positioned to understand the need for secrecy. She looked away now, again squirming a little in her chair before settling into plaintiveness.

“With these treatments… will she be able to get better?” she asked, her concern heartful. You sighed.

“There’s no known cure at the moment,” you told her solemnly. “In fact… it’s likely she could get worse over time.” Honestly you weren’t meaning to measure her reaction to these facts, but you had developed instincts about this sort of thing after years in the field. You didn’t doubt Zatanna’s worry for her compatriot’s (and possible role model’s) wellbeing, but felt there was something more to it. Something more personal to her questions. The way her cleavage lightly blushed up to her neck was telling.

You tried to lighten her dour expression and perked up. “But she’s an Amazon warrior,” you added. “We don’t really know how this affects people like her. In fact the area of metahuman cum addiction is still filled with unknowns. We don’t know for sure how severe or permanent the condition is for superheroes. For special people.”

Zatanna looked up at you, her gaze a little hard to read but arresting all the same.

“She is special,” the magician agreed, keeping her smile small. There was a lull in the conversation, then Zatanna took a breath. “Um… Doc? I…”

You waited for more but the magician never finished that sentence. You followed her gaze out of the cockpit.