End: This Is Lois Lane's Life Now

Her branches reached toward the artificial sun of the growlights. Roots dug deep in the imported soil. Inside of her, things changed. Shifted, slowly. Muscles stiffened and shrank, soft bark grew. Poison Ivy would come by from time to time, talking to her sweetly, spraying water around her roots, running the ultrasound around her trunk.

Lois Lane's thoughts slowed, even as the sap in her veins began to run sluggishly. time stretched out. She wasn't bored, exactly...but her mind became consumed with the one long chain of experience. Drawing up nutrients from the soil, the sun on her skin and leaves, the pulse of air shaking her branches. Her mind began to fade in and out of dream...a great Green dream, where she was outside, in the sun, with flowing water and endless sky and soil, her roots intertwining with others, little insects crawling over her into all the hard-to-reach nooks and crannies...

Every other day her busy little bee would come—and cum, their hard cock with its intoxicating scent plunging into her eager mouth as it filled up with nectar, the balls slamming into the plant-woman's chin as the mouth sucked hard for that most precious of nutrients. Every day she could feel the hot line of jizz she swallowed sink a little lower toward that empty place inside of her. Until...

"Congratulations," Ivy said. "Looks like one...two...no, three embryos. She's a fertile little thing!"

"They'll be plants? Like her?"

"Yes. Mixture of human and plant DNA. We really should transplant her to a proper nursery if you're going to use her like that, though. She'll need room to grow."

A thumb pressed into Lois Lane's mouth, rubbing over her tongue. Shuddering in ecstasy, the plant woman's mouth closed and began to suck. It was instinct at this point.

"A nursery," her strange little bee's voice said. "Yes, that's perfect. I'll make the arrangements. How are the others doing?"

"Popular, but infertile." Ivy said. "The customers are too rough on them. I'm not sure how long they'll last at this rate."

"No matter. One perfect flower is more than enough return on this particular investment."

The thumb slipped out of Lois Lane's mouth, a dollop of sweet nectar falling over the plant-woman's chin.

"Lois Lane, I'll bet you never thought that this is how your night out would end...but I promise you, your investigation will bear fruit. In fact, I think you're going to be more fruitful than in your wildest dreams."

Laughter rang in Lois Lane's ears, but without anything in her mouth, she was already tuning it out. Her mind was falling back to the Green, to the sound of sap and the feel of soil, and to the strangely satisfying feeling of the seeds growing inside her core. She wondered when they would sprout...and then the Green had her again...