Turn Her Back

Lois Lane smirked. Fun was fun, and she liked to see Lana squirm, but whatever was going on, it was time to turn her back. She pointed the app at Lana's pussy and...frowned. Tapped more agitatedly at the screen, swiping left and right. The frown deepened.

The redhead saw the reporter's face fall and her breath caught in her throat. "What is it?"

"So...I can't find your pussy."

"What?" Lana growled.

"There isn't a 'revert' option." Lois thumbed through cunt after cunt, looking for one that resembled what Lana had before. But they all looked very...demonic. Yellow, green, blue, black and red; pussies that dripped gore or had three clits clustered tightly together, pussies where bright eyes stared at you from the depths, pussies with pincers and teeth...things that Lois Lane could barely conceive of as vaginas, and others that seemed to be the very definition of cunts, the ur-shape from which all other pussies were derived...and yet none were the simple slits that she recalled gracing Lana Lang's pubis.

"Give me that!" The redhead growled as she snatched the reporter's phone out of her hand. There was a brief fumble, a tense moment of clutching hands and slippery smooth surfaces...and then a sharp crack as the phone smacked hard against the floor.

Lois winced, bent down, and picked it up. She tapped at the clear surface experimentally. "The good news is, it still works."

"And the bad news?" Lana asked.

Lois handed the phone carefully to Lana.

A bright spiderweb of broken glass covered the entire screen, radiating out from one corner in jagged fracture lines.

The reporter swallowed. "The bad news is...I still can't find your pussy."