Back in the Lesbian Pool

The three witches gathered around one end of the pool: Raven in the middle, Zatanna on her right, la Encantadora on her left. Blaze stood behind the youngest of the witches, her red hands on the heroine's shoulders.

"Lois," Raven said to the pink-skinned reporter on the far end of the pool. "The purpose of this pool is to make the outer form reflect the inner nature and desires. You've already been in it once...and you've seen the result. That isn't an accident. So when you go into the pool, you're going to have to face that part of you that...wanted to be like Blaze. Your demon half."

The gray-skinned young woman licked her lip. "Whatever comes out of this pit will be you...and it'll exhaust this pool for a long time. There won't be another shot. Do you understand?"

"Just do it," Lois said, staring into the bubbling pink surface.

Raven closed her eyes in meditation. She raised her hands, palms flat above the pool.

"Azarath." The grey-skinned woman said.

".rgrahceR" Zatanna intoned, white sparkles falling from her gloved hands.

"Metrion," Raven said. Behind her, black lightning crackled around Blaze's head, like an unholy halo.

"Nieblas de ibella, adelante!" Encantadora whispered, and pale greenish mists poured down from her palms.

Raven opened her eyes. They were pure white, with no pupil or iris, glowing from within.

"Zinthos."

Black lightning poured from her palms, and reached the surface of the pool as the same time as the white sparkles and greenish mists. Immediately, the pink glow of the pool heightened, until it was a burning neon incandescence. Without needing to be told, Lois Lane stepped into the Lesbian Pit.

It wasn't like last time. The glowing pink liuid felt thick, sluggish, like moving through molasses. And it burned. Lois could feel it fighting her as she moved deeper, the pink liquid not wanting her to go any deeper. Yet Lois Lane was determined.

I can't live like this, she thought, thinking of the horns and fangs. I can't. I'm not...I'm human, I'm human, I'm...

I was, the thought burned into the reporter's brain as the liquid closed over her head. Now I'm more.

She let loose the last bubble of air as the liquid flowered into her mouth and nostrils, and the reporter welcomed it, wanted it to come in, to change her, to wash away the demonic taint.

Or the weak, human taint. the thought seemed to shatter the reporter's skull, so loud and powerful inside of her head. A vision emerged of a demon ripping itself from the reporter's human skin, horns sharp, heavy red tits pieced, a heavy cock between her legs just like Blaze's...

Lois Lane began to spasm and twist as the liquid of the Lesbian Pool around her began to roil. She could feel the thick, heavy liquid seeping deeper inside her...coating her stomach, forcing itself up her ass and pussy, invading every pore and orifice until her body spasmed as it sped along her veins.

No! she thought desperately. Human! Normal! Straight!

Sure, I love cock! Lois licked her lips, tongue suddenly too swollen to fit in her mouth. That delicious demonic dick! When have I ever gotten fucked so good?

Pain wracked the reporter as she felt her body begin to swell, breasts and belly suddenly puffy, skin too-tight, bones cracking, muscles tearing as her body and mind warred with herself. Like her body and spirit were being pulled north and south. Something had to give...and did.

She remembered that old quote, about the man with two wolves inside of him, fighting eternally. The one that won was the one he fed. Lois felt as if there were two wolves inside of her now...and wondered which the magic of the pool was feeding...