Calls In Zatanna To Make Some Changes

When her lord and Master and love of her life summoned her to the local police station, Zatanna wasn't sure what to expect.

It certainly wasn't eight beautiful woman, all dressed in police costumes so skimpy and slutty they would make a drunken sorority girl on Halloween blush. They lined the hall leading to the police chief's office, evenly spaced out with four on her left and four on her right, all of them wearing the same emotionless face and possessing glowing green eyes which subsumed the individuals features of said eyes. They were saluting with their right hands, left hands buried beneath tight shorts and teeny skirts, mindlessly fingering themselves.

"Police-sluts serve and obey." They chanted, eight dull voices ringing as one. "Police-sluts love their Master."

Zatanna entered the chief's office to find Rob railing Carmelita from behind, the mindless fox girl drooling atop her desk, fur matted in sweat and cum. Zatanna quirked an eyebrow. “That's nine girls by my count." She said as way of announcing her presence. "You've been busy, Master. And here I thought you left for a quiet afternoon drive."

“I know, it's great isn't!” Rob cheered, slapping Carmelita on the ass and yanking her tail, drawing nary a response from her, green eyes glowing dully as she was used and abused. “Someone as wonderfully sexy and exotic as her was just what I needed!”

Carmelita shuddered, drool escaping her muzzle and splattering on her desk as she jabbered mindlessly. "I am a stupid pig. I deserve to be fucked and used. Thank you Master for turning me into a dumb slut.

Rob quickly finished up in the foxy cop, pulling out and taking a seat in her chair. Carmelita remained unmoving, bent at the waist and slumped over the desk, semen running from her gaping slit and matting into her fur. “Now,” Rob began to say, “I know I've said I only wanted to keep to myself with my harem, but now that I have the cops under control, I had some ideas about spreading my wings, and I need you to accomplish them.”

“Whatever you desire, I am forever at your service, sir.” Zatanna replied, bowing her head slightly. “So, do tell, what is this perverted idea you've concocted?”

Rob told her the bold plan, of perverting the police and infecting the world around him with his new carnal reality. Or, at least the city of Port Reyes and the immediate area. Zatanna listened to it all with a neutral expression. When Rob finished, she thought long and deep about the possibilities, eyes locked on Carmelita for some reason, as if she could see something about her Rob could not.

“Normally, I would say such a thing is beyond my powers.” Zatanna finally said. Rob held his own neutral expression, waiting for her to finish. “It's too broad and too specific at the same time. However, this one,” she motioned to Carmelita, “is an aberration in the natural world. She should not be here.”

Rob blinked. “Whatever do you mean?” Zatanna just smiled.

“It's okay, love, I know. I know that she is fictional. That I am, and so are all of your other girls. That, when you found the djinn, you wished all of use into existence. Didn't you?” Rob went pale, shrinking in his chair. He had been afraid of this, of one of his girls discovering the truth and what it could mean. But Zatanna simply held up her hands, beckoning him to wait and listen some more. “I mean, honestly sir, you have such a massive collection of games, movies, and comics, I'm surprised I didn't put it together sooner. But, I'm not mad. Far from it. This means I owe my existence to the most wonderful man alive. You are quite literally my God and creator, I could never be upset at you.”

Rob blushed and mumbled. "I mean... God and creator is a bit much, don't you think? Pretty sure that was Gardner Fox and... hmm, I wanna say Murphy Anderson?"

Zatanna just giggled at Rob's bashfulness. He had done... so many things to her, things beyond belief, and such a thing was causing him to stammer like a fifteen-year-old virgin? Adorable.

"Perhaps you're thinking a little too literal, dear." Zatanna threw her arms around Rob, kissing him gently. "But I still owe my life to you. As do all the others. Even if it means being enslaved to your will and made into instruments of your carnal desires, but... that's just par for the course of being fictional, I would say."

Rob breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't ready to announce this truth to the rest of his harem, but he was at least glad his confidant and de-facto lieutenant was understanding of things. However...

"What do you mean by that, Zee?" Rob asked, returning the kiss.

"A fictional character - whether on page or screen - are slaves in a matter of speaking, don't you think?" Rob only furrowed his brow to Zatanna's philosophical question. "Whether I am in a comic or on a cartoon or - heaven forbid - they finally put me in a live-action film. Tangent: seriously? Billy Batson got two movies and I haven't even gotten one? You put Jenna Ortega or Chloe Grace Moretz in fishnets and a top hat and the fanboys would flock to the theatre in droves!"

Zatanna caught herself, realizing she was nerding out. Maybe her Master and his habits were rubbing off on her. Still, the two shared a laugh before Zatanna continued.

"Whether comic or cartoon or film," She picked back up, mirroring Rob's amused smile, feeling herself about to break into laughter again, "I am controlled by the writers. The character of Zatanna has no will. She is beholden to the imagination of the writers and her fans. I do what they want me to do, whether solving supernatural crime in San Francisco, or...ugh..." she stuck her tongue out in disgust "...using my magic as a convenient mind-wipe for nonsense retcons."

"Yeah, Identity Crisis really aged like milk, didn't it?" Rob said in agreement.

"At least here and now, with you as my Master, I get to have some fun." Zatanna flashed a dazzling smile and offered Rob a bow, both showy and deeply sincere at the same time. "I would much rather be your sex **** in flesh and blood than a lifeless drawing of ink and paper. And I'm sure all the others feel the same way. From the bottom of my heart, thank you, Rob."

This caused Rob to start stammering and blushing once more. He could so all sorts of lewd things with the most beautiful women in the world, but sincere and heartfelt words of affection from said beautiful women? Clearly still too much.

Smoothing over the philosophy and the mushiness, Rob turned back to the reason he had summoned his favourite magician.

“You called Carmelita an aberration. Is it because she's an anthropomorphic fox?” When Zatanna nodded, Rob continued. “Then what about you and your magic? Or the others? Megan and Star are aliens, and Raven's half-demon. My girls aren't all just vanilla humans that can blend in anywhere.”

“No, that is all true. You have magic-users and superheroes and all sorts of things that should not exist in this reality.” Zatanna explained. “But, they can pass well enough. Your students largely exist only in your classroom, they are not in the public eye, so even things like Mina's pink skin or Star's alien origins do not cause such problems with reality. For someone like myself, I can choose not to use my magic, or use it away from prying eyes.

“Carmelita, however, is a public official and blatantly so bizarre within this mundane world, she is causing reality to have a fit all around her. Those schisms, those rips near her... I can tap into them and use them as the focus of these spells, get a hold of an already sundered tear and alter it some more. It is a rare occurrence, but, it gives me the means to alter reality as you desire it.”

That was all Rob needed to here. He nodded and Zatanna got to work.

She grabbed Carmelita and placed her on her knees, Zatanna standing behind the fox girl with her right hand on Carmelita's head and her left hand in the air, gathering power. At the same time, across the city, a miniature earthquake occurred, followed by a flash rainstorm, then frogs came hopping out of the storm drains, as every cat in the city began to bark and every dog began to meow, as Zatanna shattered the code surrounding Carmelita and the police.

“Lla eht ytic's ecilop era nemow!”

“Retsam Bor sah etulosba ytirohtua revo Trop Seyer's ecilop ecrof!”

“Retsam Bor nac nrut eht reciffo's sseldnim secnart no dna ffo ta lliw!”

“ Trop Seyer's ecilop era eerf-esu serohw, regae ot erusaelp eht snezitic!”

“On eno lliw eciton gnihtyna gnorw htiw eseht segnahc. Yeht lliw tpecca meht sa lamron!”

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In hindsight, I shouldn't have included Zatanna in the "Who Do You Want To See More Of" polls. She was always meant to be heavily featured in this story, both due to her powers and my own personal love of her design and character. Still, I am pleased she is at the top of her poll, meaning you all agree with me. James Gunn - give us a live-action Zatanna film! There are dozens of us! Literally dozens!