725

Well, looks like I'll be asking my artist to put One-Eyed Monster into color. It also looks like we'll be needing a new goal, so at 750 I'll be commissioning another comic. Or at least a percentage of one--the script I've written for this one is pretty long. 

PAGE 1

1.1 - Angle on Superman's face. He is partially transformed into a Doomsday creature. Grayish skin, bony spikes. He is roaring, Wonder Woman’s golden lasso between his jaws like a bridle.

SUPERMAN: RAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

1.2 – We pull back to a full body shot. Diana has wrapped the lasso around Superman, knotting his hands behind his back and pinning his arms in place. She holds on tightly. Big Barda and Power Girl hold onto his upper arms and shoulders, holding him in place. It’s King Kong being exhibited in Times Square all over again; he’s trying desperately to break free. (We're in the Watchtower, for the record.)

PAGE 2

2.1 – Zatanna faces us, hands held up, fingers curled in arcane gestures. She glows with magical energy.

ZATANNA: We don’t have a lot of time, so I’ll be brief.

ZATANNA: Superman has been hit with a dark magic curse. It’s slowly transforming him into his worst fear.

2.2 – As Zatanna continues, we ‘pan’ through the assembled Justice Leaguers. Fire and Ice cling to each other.

ZATANNA: (off-panel) The curse was sex magic. Superman was infected through coitus.

FIRE: Someone gave Superman a magic STD? Who?

ZATANNA: (off-panel) We don’t know. It’s not important right now.

2.3 -  Kory and Donna hold hands.

ZATANNA: (off-panel) The only way I can think to stop the curse is to weaken it enough that I can cast a counterspell. And the only way to do that is to infect ourselves with the curse, making it spread itself so thin that it becomes frail.

DONNA: Infect ourselves? So we’ll turn into Doomsdays too?

2.4 - Supergirl, Batwoman. Supergirl is concerned, Batwoman standoffish, her arms crossed.

ZATANNA: (off-panel) No. The curse has an incubation period. Otherwise, Kal would’ve hulked out the moment he orgasmed with whoever it was.

BATWOMAN: But you’re saying we need to have sex with him?

2.5 – A group shot. The restrained Superman, the gathered women, and Zatanna channeling her magical energy.

ZATANNA: Yes. Or he’ll turn into Doomsday forever.

PAGE 3

3.1 – Diana lowers her panties, leaving her in her bodice.

DIANA: I’ll go first then.

ZATANNA: That’s good. Until he orgasms, the curse won’t weaken. Our strongest should go first.

3.2 – Diana gives Zatanna a wry smile as she takes off the rest of her costume.

DIANA: Thank you for the vote of confidence.

DIANA: Lower him onto his back.

3.3 – Clark is held down by the women who were already restraining him, with Donna taking over for Diana on the lasso. Diana kneels over him, pulling down his trunks to release his monstrously large erection. The onlookers gape at it.

DIANA: Well, that will save time.

PAGE 4

4.1 – Throwing a leg over Clark’s waist, Diana lowers herself down, taking his cockhead inside her, reverse cowgirl.

DIANA: I’m sorry for the liberty I’m taking, Kal, but it’s the only way…

SUPERMAN: RRRRRRR—

4.2 - Clark reacts with confused pleasure, as Diana strains with the sudden feeling of being stretched open.

DIANA: Gah!

DIANA: I’ve underestimated Lois greatly…

SUPERMAN: Rowrl?

4.3 – Diana takes more and more of him into her, her chin dropping with awe as the pleasure hits.

DIANA: Great Hera!

PAGE 5 – Diana rides Clark with consummate skill, the graceful and sensual movements of a lapdancer, gyrating over him before grinding her hips down on his, slapping her pussy down onto him at the climax.