There Is No Zod

Before she could make use of the opportunity, the electronic manacles cinched tight around the Kryptonian's wrists and ankles. Undeterred by the former man's efforts to escape, Ursa ran a sensor over the woman's abdomen.

"Vaginal canal...uterus...no ovaries. Not a surprise, given that we have already extracted all of your gametes with the bio-sampler. Although you should still be able to fulfill a roll in the re-population of the new Kryptonian race. We can combine your extracted sperm with Kryptonian eggs and insert the fertilized ovum into your womb. Yes...you might be quite a good surrogate for us."

The former Zod shook, body breaking out in a cold sweat. She could well believe that Ursa meant every word that she said. The traitorous bitch was every bit as devious as Faora...and the once-man berated herself for ever having trusted her fellow Phantom Zone criminal.

"Once you were Dru of the House of Zod," Ursa said. "But there is no more House of Zod, is there? No...now you shall be Dru-Za! Just as I am Ur-Za, now you shall be of my own house! First of my many sister-wives. First to birth my children."

Ursa set the probe away and laid a palm on thenaked Dru-Za's abdomen. The former general was unable to do anything but quiver at her touch. Dru-Za watched helplessly as Ursa set her instruments aside and peeled herself out of her radiation-proof garments...and then the Kryptonian military uniform she wore underneath. There was something more sinister and terrifying at how confident Ursa was, standing naked. Her body was thinner and more muscular than Dru-Za's, her slit shaven clean, as was customary of the military caste.

"You will see, Dru-Za...you will come to join in our...tastes..." Ursa set the instruments aside and reached for a bottle of the concentrated pheromones. "You will beg for my touch..."

In Luma Lynai's Spaceship

Lois and Luma were squeezed into the sonic shower—nominally to preserve power, but really because they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. The reporter had never been so obsesed with breasts in her life, yet the perky pair of her new lover seemed as fascinating and addictive to her as her own had been, once puberty had hit. They were so soft and heavy...the nipples so thick once erect...she loved the little moans that came from the blonde's mouth when she sucked hard on them...

Only the blurting of the computer interrupted their fun.

<<Kryptonian signal detected,>> the ship said.

"Trace...trace the origin!" Luma managed, as she shut off the shower. "S-set course to intercept!"

"What are we doing?" Lois said, reluctantly letting a nipple fall out of her mouth as she realized playtime was over.

"Getting to the bottom of this...whoever slipped us that drink, they were getting directions from somebody. That person just tried to contact them again," Luma Lynai said. "They must have the wavelength generator! I don't know how they plan to use it with these pheromones, but whatever their plan is, we need to put a stop to it!"

"'We,' huh?" Lois said with a smile. "I like the sound of that..."