Created A Crisis On Multiple Earths

When Lois Lane opened her eyes, she wondered if she were not staring back into the mirror again. Her own gaze reflected back at her. Then she blinked.

The Other Lois didn't.

"She's awake," a familiar voice said. It was weird for Lois Lane to hear her own voice come from another throat.

"Good. Now perhaps she can explain what is going on," the voice was cruel, but unmistakably her own. Lois turned to see a tall, statuesque woman in a black costume, looping and coiling what looked for all the world like a long length of barbed wire made of solid gold.

Lois sat up, familiar hands helping her to the feet. She looked around...the room was gone. They floated in what appeared to be an infinite void. No floor, walls, or ceiling. Yet there was an awful lot of...her.

There must have been fifty other women floating near Lois. Each one was her...and yet not her. Dressed a little different, bodies not quite identical. Yet all with the same eyes, the same set to their jaw.

"Lois Lanes, I presume?" The reporter said dryly.

Fifty pairs of eyes rolled.

"Yes, yes, you're all variations of me," the black-clad Lois with the golden lasso said. "But when we arrived, you were already here. So tell me, my other self, what the fuck did you do?"

Another, slightly mousier-looking Lois with thick glasses and a nervous demeanor coughed and spoke up. "W-what our s-sister means is that w-we are the Lois Lanes of the Multiverse. S-something you d-did on y-your Earth has caused a...a...partial multiversal collapse. Now w-we're all here. We w-want to go home."

"I had a hot date tonight!" said one in the back.

"With Superman?" Lois-49 asked.

"Better," Lois-48 responded. "Wonder Woman."

"Ooh. First date?"

"Third date. You know what that means..."

"ANAL!" Lois-48 and -49 said together.

Lois-Prime sighed.

"I was investigating these missing women..." she began. And told her other selves the whole story, of going through the mirror and meeting her other-self, of how they had made love and...ended up here.

The mousy-looking Lois (#33) blinked, scribbling into a notebook and doing a headcount.

"But there's 52 universes, and only 51 of us here." She concluded. "Where's the missing Lois?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The black-clad Lois (#3) said. "She absorbed her. That's what called us all here. Every time one of us dies the 'little ****,' her energies are absorbed. Until there is only one remaining—the one, true Lois Lane."

"Like that Jet Li movie?" Lois-Prime said, raising an eyebrow. "That seems improbable, doesn't it?"

Lois (#3) shrugged. "I don't make the rules. So to escape here, I just need to make you bitches cum."

"Not if we make you cum first!" Lois-Prime said. "Right ladies?"