Epilogue: Batgirl vs. Lotus Lane

There was an Asian grocery not too far from their hideout. Ivy was having a hard time with morning sickness, so like the dutiful stud that she was, Lotus Lane popped out in the hours of darkness to pick up some herbs that the pregnant villain said would help with the nausea. The former reporter brushed her hands against the leaves of the trees that grew along this side of the street, letting loose the pollen...she was feeling the itch inside of her now, and wondered if she might have another opportunity to breed soon.

Except that the woman running the grocery was too old. In her eighties, one of those slim and hunched over old women that seemed to be all skin and bones, but who always had a smile for her. Lotus chatted amiably; she'd picked up a few words of Cantonese, and the old woman liked that. Handed her the herbs in a brown paper bag, and then Lane was off, back into the warm Spring night.

There was a black motorcycle parked outside the greenhouse which was Lotus Lane and Poison Ivy's little getaway. Lotus frowned when she saw the door ajar...then hurried in as she heard something crash. Her heart hammered in her chest as she burst in, sure that Ivy was under attack...

...but her villainous babymama had the situation well in hand.

Dressed in only a t-shirt that didn't cover the red fur of her pussy, or the barely beginning swell of her stomach, Ivy gestured toward a figure dressed in black and yellow, with a cape and a cowl, currently ensnared with vines.

A very feminine figure. Lotus Lane's nostrils flared as she saw the red hair that fell out from beneath the cowl, the breasts evident beneath the bat-sigil, the long slim legs.

"Get...urgh...get her utility belt," Ivy said. The plant-woman looked greener than normal. There was a dribble of bile leaking down the side of her mouth. Lotus blew her a kiss and tossed her the baggie of herbs as she unclicked Batgirl's utility belt and pulled it off. The Caped Crusader struggled in the woody vines, trying to get the sharp edges of her forearm guards against the bindings, but the angle was wrong.

"You'll never get away with this, Ivy!" She said.

"Oh...oh Gaia," Ivy grabbed her stomach and lurched toward the bathroom.

As the villain left, Batgirl stared down at Lotus.

"What's wrong with her?" The redhead asked.

"Morning sickness," Lotus Lane said. She reached up a hand to caress the exposed skin on Batgirl's face, the pores of her skin releasing some of her pheromones. Batgirl looked to be in her early twenties...and was ripe. Lotus breathed deep, somehow sure that she was fertile...maybe even ovulating. The former reporter couldn't be completely sure, but she could feel her stamen stiffening inside of her, pressing against the front of her pants.

"She's pregnant!?" Batgirl said.

"Hmm-hmm," Lotus kept up the skin contact, willing her body to release more chemicals. "Have you ever thought about having kids? I bet you'd be a great mom."

There was a flush on Batgirl's cheeks, her eyes dilating as the chemicals worked their magic. From the sound of the bathroom came a horrid retching.

Batgirl shook herself. Sweat was running down from beneath her cowl. "Look...can you...let me down? I have to...go..."

"If I let you down," Lotus said. "What are you going to do for me?"

There were hidden zippers in the costume. Lotus ran her hands over the bound woman, squeezing her breasts and thighs as she looked for them.

"What...what do you want?" Batgirl sounded almost drunk or high. Lotus wondered if she had overdone it on the pheromones...but figured that the heroine could well be acting.

"A kiss, for starters," Lotus said. She gave a grin.

"O-okay..." Batgirl shivered.

Lotus rose up onto her tippy-toes. She pressed her mouth against those lips. The heroine's lips were hot...she was wearing some kind of waxy lipstick. Their tongues met...and then something small and hard slipped into Lotus Lane's mouth.

The former reporter pulled away, spit...and the capsule burst when it hit the floor, releasing a cloud of ****, reeking smoke. Immediately, Lotus Lane's eyes watered...she heard the snap of vines...twirled around and saw that the Batgirl was gone. Loose. Hacking, barely able to see, Lotus backed toward the bower she shared with Ivy, their connubial bed...

Something swept her feet out beneath her, and Lotus Lane fell onto the bed. She twisted and stretched out her hands...just in time for a cord to wrap around them. Batgirl straddled the former reporter, pinning Lotus Lane's bound hands above her head...and letting her stamen rub against the Caped Crusader's crotch.

"What...is that?" Batgirl said. She was dripping with sweat, and Lotus smiled, knowing that whatever protections Batgirl had in place against Ivy's toxins, they hadn't been enough for her pheromones.

"How do you think Ivy got pregnant?" Lotus said.

"You're...a guy?" Batgirl blinked, her whole face flustered. She was sucking in air, and Lotus had no doubt that beneath that costume her nipples were rock hard, her pussy wet and juicy.

"Plants can be male, or female, or both," Lotus said. "But if you don't believe me, check it out for yourself."

Lotus could almost see the gears working in the Batgirl's head. One trembling gloved hand reached down to the former reporter's pants...pulled them down...

The stamen popped free, and squirted a harsh, ammoniac liquid right into Batgirl's face.

Chemically, the former reporter knew, it was nothing unnatural. A little DMT, some cannabinoids. But it helped to loosen up inhibitions, shut down rational judgment.

"You know, Ivy's going to be a little while," Lotus said. "No one else is here. If something happened...no one would know." The stiff, pink stamen rubbed against the crotch of Batgirl's costume. The heroine struggled...how she struggled!...but little by little, Lotus could see her control slip...so that it wasn't with great surprise that she saw Batgirl undo one of those hidden zippers, and the whole crotch-piece just seemed to fold away, revealing a bare, pale, and very wet pussy.

"That's convenient," Lotus said.

"O-on stakeouts," Batgirl huffed as she lined the rigid pink stamen up with her cunny. "If...if you have to go to the bathroom, you need to do it quickly and discreetly...oh God..."

The Caped Crusader sank down on Lotus Lane's stamen, and the bound woman could not repress a moan.

"Good for a nice discrete fuck too, I bet," Lotus said, as Batgirl quickly began to bounce and grind, rubbing her clit with her free hand. "Have you done that before? Had sex while out on patrol..."

"One..once or twice," Batgirl admitted. Lotus grinned, her body oozing chemicals, in constant communication with Batgirl's at a biological level. Though the Caped Crusader didn't know it, the pH level in her pussy was dropping, her cunny was flooding with lubricant, and pseudo-hormones were triggering ovulation...or would soon. Lotus could almost taste the conditions in her optimizing themselves for fertilization.

Batgirl was already lost. She was moaning, rubbing her clit, her hips moving in swift circles as she desperately humped the reporter's shaft. It Lotus had to judge, she'd say that the Caped Crusader wasn't getting laid on a regular basis...and now, unleashed, all that bent-up horniness was driving her to swift ecstasy.

The moans that came from Batgirl's lips rose in volume and pitch...and Lotus held off, determined to breed this bat-bitch properly, wanting to time her ejaculation just right...and when Batgirl threw back her head and screamed, cunt clamping, whole body shaking, the former reporter unleashed a potent load deep into that hot cunny...and grinned like a fool as Batgirl, pushed over the edge, kept riding the sticky stamen, rubbing her clitty as she tripped from climax to climax. Staying hard was no problem for Lotus, and the heroine was apparently multi-orgasmic.

Yet all things had to come to an end...and it wasn't long before Batgirl seemed to realize what she had done. She pulled herself off of Lotus Lane's stamen, goopy white seed spilling out of her swollen pussy...and the former reporter simply grinned as the Caped Crusader retreated, leaving a little trail of white drops on the floor behind her...and then there was the sound of a motorcycle starting, and Lotus sighed, knowing that her latest seedbed was gone.

It was a little while later when Poison Ivy limped out of the bathroom, holding her side.

"I think I puked so hard I broke a rib. Where is bat-bitch..." Ivy's eyes widened as she saw the empty vines, Lotus on the bed with her hands tied together, her stamen out. "What happened?"

Lotus pursed her lips. "Well...does it count as her **** me if I dosed her with my love-toxins first?"

"Oh, shit," Poison Ivy said. "Oh fuck. You did not. You...you did. You just impregnated Batgirl."

"She's already gone," Lotus pointed out, as she sat up and began wrestling with the bonds on her wrists.

"It's not her I'm worried about," Poison Ivy said as she began tearing through piles of dirty laundry looking for pants. "If you fuck with one member of the Bat-family, you fuck with all of them."

Lotus Lane grinned. "Bring 'em on!"