Title

The Council Meets...

by Fanfic Fetishist
Storyline World's End Harem
Characters Absolutely Everyone
Category Marvel and DC
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United Women's Council
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    The room was dimly lit.  

    "It's been five damn years since the virus killed all the men and I still can't believe you survived," Maria Hill muttered.  

    "I am Doom," the armored woman said.  "To make a female clone body for myself is a simple matter." 

    "It's still galling that you lived while so many good men died," Dr. Jane Foster muttered.

    "Stow it," Medusa, former queen of the Inhumans said, her hair flailing angrily.  "We still have much to discuss." 

    "Right," Amanda Waller said, the obese woman pulling up several holographic images.  "We have full confirmation.  The remaining one percent of the male population is fully immune to the Manbreaker Virus." 

    Lena Luthor gestured, running through the various images.  "Each one of them is fully fertile, straight or bisexual with female leaning preferences, and at a prime breeding age." 

    "I'm not sure I like this..." Mera, former queen of Atlantis said.  "They may object to being used as breeding stock."  

    "They have little choice in the matter," Doom said.  "We need to try and bring genetic diversity back into the human gene pool."  

    Lena Luthor smirked.  "Unless you're now willing to consider the proposal that Victoria and I made..." 

    "NO," Maria said.  "We are NOT invading other worlds to steal their men.  Earth is unstable as it is.  We're just now getting things back in order.  Bad enough that we're having to rely on Sentinels for world security."  

    "We've scrubbed Trask's sub-par programming from their databases," Amanda Waller said, scoffing.  "There's no chance of them going rogue on us."  

    "Jinx.  JINX," Jane Foster jeered.  "JIIIINX." 

    "Quiet, Foster," Waller snapped.

    "Just remember, I'm the one who called it," Foster said, chuckling weakly.

    The last member of the council turned to face the others.  Hippolyta, former queen of the Amazons, said, "We must do this, despite our reservations.  We NEED the surviving men to breed with the remaining women, as many as possible.  For some bizarre reason, artificial insemination has not worked, so we need these men to be our breeding stock.  The key, my fellow women, is making the idea as appealing as possible..."     


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