Lois Lane Answers Honestly

"I fell in love with them as a girl. Read all the myths. But I wanted to know more," Lois Lane admitted, and she sank down until only her head hovered above the surface of the hot tub. "So I dug into the histories, the archaeology. Cut through all the bullshit. Then I met Wonder Woman. I got to interview her."

"Indeed?" Harmonia raised an eyebrow. "And what did the Princess of the Amazons tell you?"

"That everything I thought I knew about Amazons was wrong," Lois said, as the memory replayed itself in her head. "Thousands of years of men writing about them, shaping the stories, skewing the facts. The Amazons had spent thousands of years, on their own, with their arts and science, fishing, farming, training, loving...and Wonder Woman was to be their ambassador. The best and greatest of them. The face of Themyscira to the world. To show what women could do."

Harmonia nodded. "Beautiful, isn't she? Crafted by the gods in their image."

Lois nodded, so her chin dipped into the water. Harmonia stretched out her arms along the edge of the tub, so that her muscled shoulders and large breasts were on display.

"Admit it. You felt attracted to her. Just a little," the muscular woman said. Lois watched as the mismatched eyes seemed to flash and shift colors.

"I'm not a lesbian," the reporter hedged. "But...yes, she's beautiful."

"You know, there are other gods. The Amazons spurn their gifts, but...you might earn them. If you choose to serve their ends. Imagine having the eternal beauty and power of an Amazon."

It wasn't idle words. Images **** themselves into the reporter's brain. Her own body, taller and thinner, hard muscle and velvet-soft skin. She saw herself in armor, leading a charge, the thrill of battle signing through her veins. Later, naked women removed her blood-stained war gear, the supple hands massaged her. One young woman placed a tender hand on Lois Lane's knee, and the former reporter spread her thighs, to present her shaven cunny for licking.

The image broke. Despite the heat of the hot tub, Lois Lane shivered. Yet she still had a question...