Preparing The Lesbian Bomb

In the ship's armory, Faora worked to assemble the weapon she was to unleash on the unsuspecting world—a great crystal matrix containing thousands of smaller crystal ampules of concentrated Kryptonian pheromones. Nearly undetectable to Terran sensors, the weapon had only to hover in low orbit and it could unleash enough aerosolized pheromones to affect an entire city—to turn the brain of every woman away from their cock-loving ways and arouse them to a terrible lust for their own kind.

There were, to be sure, some outliers—Faora had no idea what effect her bomb would have on that part of the population that was transgender or bisexual, for instance—but their numbers were so small as to scarcely matter. Once the sexual conversion took place, the attraction for the opposite sex would diminish to nothing in those affected; city after city would fall to their weapon, their ship an invisible, undetectable plague when cloaked. The world would face depopulation—extinction within a single generation—and then Faora and Ursa would offer their services.

One gloved hand rubbed between her thighs as she thought of the women swelling with the children of a new Krypton. When Kal-El and his ilk interfered, they would have the wavelength generator to deal with him—and the Kryptonian woman smiled nastily as she thought how the world would see their vaunted Superman reduced to a simpering bitch, begging to taste her pussy...

"Heheh...hehahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA...."

The mad cackle erupted from Faora as she exulted in a conquest that was almost begun. Soon...soon, there would be no one and nothing that could stop her! Now if only her minions would report in...she hadn't received any reports on Lois Lane or Luma Lynai in some time...

Meanwhile, In Luma Lynai's Ship

"There they are," the blonde Superwoman murmured from the pilot's seat. "Their ship is cloaked—even to my sensors—but from their signal I've triangulated their course-vector. And see? There, on the screen...the distortion..."

A pink-nailed finger stabbed at a starry landscape, and Lois did see a fuzzy triangle cross against the darkness, seeming to just clip the bottom of the moon.

The reporter had helped herself to one of Luma Lynai's outfits...a white once-piece that Lois would have used as a bikini, if not for the green boots, cape, and gloves. It hugged the reporter's spare frame like a second skin, even her small breasts standing out, and neatly outlining the reporter' cameltoe.

"So...what's the plan?" Lois said. "If we could contact the Justice League satellite, Superman and Supergirl would certainly help..."

"Those are the last two we want to contact!" Luma Lynai said. "The wavelength generator can create solar rays throughout the visible spectrum—they could be rendered helpless in an instant under a burst of red sunlight! Green might even kill them."

"Okay..." Lois said. She curled her arms around Luma's shoulders and let her chin rest on the blonde's head. "So...plan?"