There Are Now Two Lois Lanes, One Blaze, And Zero Mirrors

Lois Lane shook her head. She wasn't sure if she had been asleep for a second or a moment, but when she awoke she found that her midriff was pressed into the bottom of the mirror's frame, which was now bent and twisted as though by some **** ****. A limp, warm body lay atop the shortstack reporter...and, Lois determined, a cock was still plugging her pussy. The naked reporter's breasts hung pendulous, the nipples just brushing the ground.

With a grunt, the reporter tried to rise, but the body on top of her was dead weight.

"Here, let me help," a familiar voice said.

Lois raised her head to see a skinny, small-titted, very familiar naked form.

The other Lois. Her reflection in the mirror. The one that had seemed so prudish and scared and now...now Lois couldn't think of why she had been so upset about all that.

Together, the two of them managed to roll the demon off of the trapped Lois, the cock sliding out of her with a wet schluck. As the shorter, curvier Lois stood up, her taller and skinnier counterpart was staring at the figure that had been fucking them.

The **** figure was naked, a lean, lithe body, the blood-red skin drawn taut over the spare frame so that they could count the bones on the ribs, and the cheekbones stood out on the skull. The stumps of dark horns, blackened as if from fire, graced her forehead, and the long, curly black hair hung about her head like a mane. Despite outwardly appearing like a woman, with small breasts and a slim, triangular face, a crimson cock and balls of generous proportions hung between the muscular thighs.

"Demon," the skinny Lois said. "Or alien."

"If it's a demon, we should call Zatanna," the curvier Lois said, reaching down to scratch her gash. She grimaced at the oily black goo that coated her fingers. "I hope I'm not pregnant. That would be hard to explain to dad."

"I don't think Lucy would want her nephew or niece to be a literal hellspawn," skinny Lois said, and the mention of their sister caused both to chuckle. The two scanned the room. Their clothes were scattered around the room, blown clear. Together, they circled the room, gathering up scattered articles.

"So...which one of us is the real one?" the shorter Lois said. She couldn't help sneak a few glances at her counterpart. They were so alike...but where Lois was petite, the other Lois was thicc; where one was a B-cup on a good day, the other was well into the double-D's. The thinner Lois blushed as she picked up a pair of panties that she could never hope to fit in, not unless she hit the buffets hard for a few months.

"I don't know. Obviously, whoever this was, this was some sort of a...a trap or plot. Maybe we're both parts of the same person? Or drawn from different parallel universes?" the taller Lois said, as she handed the panties to the other woman.

"I hope so," her doppelganger said. "Because if I'm a magical construct that ceases to exist, I'm going to be pissed I didn't at least get a couple more good hard fucks in. Aha!"

The shorter Lois held up the smartphone in triumph. She entered the code to unlock it, and then the speed-dial button for Zatanna.

The Loises needed answers.