Get Ivy To Pollinate Her Ass

"Ogh!" Lois Lane moaned, thrusting her asshole down around Poison Ivy's zucchini. "Fugh me! Fugh me harth! Fill me wig yourgh sheed!"

The poison kisses had numbed the reporter's lips and tongue, but her hips were still moving freely, and she wrapped her legs around the plant-woman, mashing her body tight against Ivy's so that the villain couldn't see that it was her ass, and not her pussy, that would receive her pollen.

"You utter slut," Ivy said, her hands cupping the reporter's ass as they sat together, bodies connected by that fleshy hollow gourd. "I haven't had anyone this eager since...since..."

The supervillain sniffed. Tears came in those eyes. They stung Lois Lane's breasts where they splashed onto them, and Ivy rocked in place as she laid her head against the reporter's breasts.

"...my Harley."

Lois Lane was at a loss for what to do with this turn of events...but she was so close to finally finding those missing women, she wasn't going to let a little thing like a love-struck lesbian plant bitch stop her.

So she hugged Ivy back, one hand patting her head, ignoring the stinging itch of the tears streaming down her skin, and kept rocking back and forth, trying to keep the gourd moving, hoping to push Poison Ivy into pollinating her backside.

"Thergh, thergh," Lois mumbled, the odd numbness spreading slowly throughout her mouth. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to talk. "Jusgh dingh ogh me ash yurgh Harghreh."

The redhead turned her face up to Lois...and there was an odd, calculated glint in those watery green eyes, which seemed to flash between brown and green...

"Yes," the plant woman said. "I will. I'll impregnate you...just like I was going to do to her!"

Strong hands gripped the reporter's ass, and began to pull and thrust the reporter up and down. Lois nearly screamed as her asshole was painfully rubbed by the slick gourd inside her butt.

"All I wanted was to let me breed her once," Ivy said. "I was even going to let her pick the plant! But noooo, she was all 'Ivy, humans don't breed like plants,' and 'Ivy, I want to keep my flat stomach,' and 'Ivy, the last time you fucked me that hard my womb prolapsed.' Like I didn't fix it afterwards! By the Green, she can be such an insufferable whiny bitch!"

Lois could feel that Ivy had some personal issues to work out. Unfortunately for the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, the villain was currently working them out on her poor asshole...and as the pain increased, and Ivy sped up, her monologue devolving into an incoherent series of hateful grunts, the reporter wasn't sure her ass could take it.

Then Ivy blew.

The reporter wasn't sure what she expected. Maybe something like an enema, or a creampie. A burst of liquid deep inside of her. Instead, it felt like a warm rush of air, stretching her colon out painfully. Lois Lane's jaw dropped slack, unable to control the muscles any more as the toxin took hold, her tongue lolling out...and she felt the painful bloating in her midsection that she normally only experienced after a really poorly-considered meal at the Taco Bus that came by the Daily Planet on Thursday afternoons.

Then she felt the pollen.

Lois had never experienced someone shoving a bottle of talcum powdered up her distended asshole and squeezing it hard, but not she imagined she did know what that felt like. A million tiny particles that seemed to coat every surface of her colon, tingling and itchy...and that was just the start. Puff after puff blew the colon into her ass, until Lois wondered if it would be packed solid...but just as Lois thought that, Ivy sighed and leaned forward, taking Lois Lane's limp tongue and sucking on it.

With surprising strength, the plant woman studd up, the gourd still embedded in Lois Lane's ass...and the reporter thought, in a moment of elation, that she had done it.

Now, she'll take me to where the others are!