Epilogue: In The Dark

Poison Ivy did not carry Lois Lane back to the greenhouse, with its rows of cannabis plants. Instead, her vines brought the reporter into a darkened room that smelled of earth, rot, and something like musty old books, sweet and yet indicative of **** and decaying things. There was no light at all, except for a dim phosphorescence that emanated from some strange organic sculptures...

Dazed as she was, it took the reporter some time to recognize what they were.

Mushrooms, Lois thought, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the foxfire glow. The vines, at Ivy's direction held Lois aloft, hanging from the ceiling. The plant-woman, whose skin began to glow in spots, moved easily. There were shelves on either side of Lois, holding rows of pots and trays in which various forms of fungi were growing.

Strangely phallic fungi.

Ivy set a particularly large pot directly beneath Lois Lane's spread legs. Although Lois couldn't see it, she could feel something soft and smooth brush against her buttocks.

"I'm more comfortable under the light," Ivy said aloud, as though speaking to herself. "But some things, like mushrooms, need darkness to grow. Did you know some plants and fungi grow in symbiotic relationships?"

Lois swallowed hard. She was still dizzy from the THC-laden cannabis reek that Ivy had afflicted her with. The reporter pulled at the vines, but they felt like solid wood, stiff and unmoving. No help at all, there.

"The subject of tonight's experiment has already successfully fast-gestated a pregger plant pod," the madwoman said, as if narrating notes. "Sturdy, strong, with an affinity for plants. A good subject for the fungal symbiosis process."

The strong hands gripped the reporter's thighs, and began to press down.

"Lube!" Lois choked out.

Ivy blinked, momentarily shocked out of her narration.

"Yes, of course. We don't want to hurt our test subject. Our fruiting body..."

Lois didn't like the sound of that...but she wasn't prepared when Ivy switched her grip, raising the reporter up even as she dropped to her knees. The wet, soft tongue that slid along the reporter's taint shocked the reporter, her whole body stiffening as the tongue crept down to circle around the reporter's asshole.

"Ah! I haven't...cleaned...lately..." Lois gasped, but Poison Ivy wasn't listening. The reporter's asshole tingled, then itched, and finally burned as the plant-woman's toxins took effect. The reporter squirmed. It was like wiping her ass with the wrong kind of leaves in the forest...but it also **** her anus to loosen, and Ivy was thorough, her tongue sliding up inside the reporter's ass, circling inside the ring of muscle.

By the time the villain finished, Lois was trembling. Her ass was burning...loose...it felt like the aftermath of the worst stomach flu she'd ever had. Sweat trickled down her body, and her arms and legs felt rubbed raw where she had struggled against the woody vines.

"Now," Ivy said. Her hands pressed down on the reporter's thighs. "The fungal donor enters the subject's anus, to release its spores..."

"Uurgh!" Lois grunted as she was **** down. The mushroom was, from the feel of it, one of those with a long, thick stem, and a flared, rounded head, very phallic in appearance...but the head was too wide, stretching her poor, loosened asshole even more as Ivy **** the reporter's body down. Lois grit her teeth as the fleshy head pushed pass her rectum, into her colon. The itching, burning saliva had lubricated the passage, but Lois still felt like she could gladly wipe her ass with steel wool right now, just to make it stop.

"...and the modified, slow gestation pregger plant pod will be inserted into the subject's uterus."

Without preamble, the fleshy pregger plant vine jutting out of Ivy's crotch like a strap on slid into the reporter's prolapsed pussy. Lois screamed, tears in her eyes...but unable to do anything as Ivy slowly guided the vine upwards, pushing the reporter's prolapsed vagina back into place, the tip seeking for the entrance of her cervix.

"Don't worry, little flower," Ivy said, patting Lois on the back. "You can feel it, can't you? The implantation will be over soon."

Lois hung there, speared fore and aft, not sure what Ivy was talking about...and then something touched her, deep inside. It was like the first time Lois had felt the pregger plant pod. That sickening sense of violation. The womb where her babies should grow...and the terrible sense of weight inside there, as something hard planted itself into her cervix.

Ivy gave a contented sigh, and stepped back...leaving the pregger-plant pod impaled in Lois's pussy. The remaining vines wrapped themselves around the reporter's waist and thighs, like a chastity belt that held the impaling vine in place.

The villain laid a hand on the reporter's cheek. Lois couldn't even bring herself to cry or scream. She felt violated in ways she couldn't even explain.

"Implantation is complete. The spores should colonize the subject's gastrointestinal tract, and begin to enter a symbiotic relationship with the pregger plant podling in her uterus. If my calculations are correct, the subject should gain superhuman abilities. If not," Ivy's hand slid down to rest between the reporter's breasts, "we'll have to try again."

The reporter hung there, in the dark, as Ivy turned and left. Leaving her among her potted mushrooms, another garden left to grow...and Lois Lane could do nothing except hang there, wondering what was to become of her.