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Chapter 18 by Zeebop Zeebop

Do They Find The Creator of the DMN App...or Does She Find Them?

The Creator Of The DMN App Finds Them

"So, apps don't just magically appear on a smartphone," Lois said, as she pulled her pants back up. Even wiping away as much of the cum as she could, the reporter could still feel some of Lana's see inside of her. The redhead, for her part, was trying to hide the bulge of her new dick with her skirt.

"Right. So we're looking for a hacker?" Lana said.

"I don't think so. I think there was literal magic involved. Because your average app doesn't swap genitals either," Lois said.

"Okay, so we're looking for a magic-based villain." The redhead smoothed her skirt, but there was a distinct bulge. "How the hell do men walk around with these things?"

"And then there's the name," the reporter said as she fixed her makeup in the bathroom mirror. "DMN. Demon. Demons are magic. So we're maybe looking at a demonic villain."

"Bit of a stretch, right?" Lana wiped at a cumstain on her shirt.

"Maybe, maybe not. But there are only a couple of demonic supervillains that are active in Metropolis. So I think if I check with the Justice League files, we can narrow it down pretty quick."

"Why not just call Superman?" Lana said. "I mean, if this is a villain, it's outside of our league."

"He's off-planet or something," Lois said. She smiled at Lana. "How do I look?"

Lana blushed. "You're beautiful, Lois."

The reporter punched her lover in the shoulder. "Okay, so let me call Zatanna and..."

"...that's my cue," heavy hands landed on Lois and Lana's shoulders. The women turned to stare.

Dark horns curled back from her head. White eyes without pupil or iris looked out from dark shadows. The skull was odd, like the bust of Nefertiti. Black, oily hair fell down past her shoulders in ringlets. Her skin was red as blood on fresh parchment, the limbs long, smooth, and well-muscled, with the deep chest and small breasts of a marathoner. Only a kind of v-shaped orange tunic, tightened around her hips with a belt of leering demonic faces, covered her nudity.

"I am Blaze," the demon said. "Creator of the DMN app. And you are now both my bitches."

What Does Blaze Mean?

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