Ivy Is In Control

On three tables, side-by-side, the naked bodies of Batgirl, Supergirl, and Lois Lane lay. Green tendrils wrapped around their chests from a central mass just beneath their breasts, and a long stem held a black flower against their faces. Their eyes were closed, but the shifting beneath their lids showed they were still trapped in the lucid dream of the Black Mercy...as did the soft moans and twitches of their nude bodies.

"So, Supergirl ain't gonna wake up and go all red-eyes-take-warning, right?" Harley Quinn said.

The clown princess of crime held her baseball bat across her shoulders, multicolored hair in pigtails, pale skin painted in harlequin colors with a diamond over each eye, ass squeezed into booty-shorts cut so low that Ivy could see the buttocks hang out of them, breasts barely contained in a midriff-baring t-shirt.

"Hopefully. It's a modified strain. Each of them is sharing a single sapphic dream. The mutual interaction should make it more difficult for them to break free."

Ivy sighed and stretched. In half a moment, Harley was behind her, hands on the redhead's shoulders. The plant-based villain leaned into her lover's massage. She had been working hard on this alien plant strain. Harley slipped Ivy's labcoat off, the better to get at her back muscles...and Ivy barely blinked when the zipper down the back of her top came down, and her girlfriend's hands slid around to massage the pale green tits, as her hot mouth kissed Ivy's neck.

"There's no chance those mind-fuckers will get you, right?" Harley whispered.

"Hmmm, no," Ivy said. "With my control of plants, there's no chance the Black Mercy would catch me unaware. Even if it did, I could use my powers to end the dream, just like that."

Ivy tried to illustrate by snapping her fingers, but something went wrong. The redhead's brow furrowed as Harley's fingers pinched Ivy's nipples. Once again, Ivy tried to snap her fingers, but thumb and forefinger just slid past one another.

"What's..." Ivy focused, to the point of ignoring Harley entirely, all of her concentration on her thumb and forefinger.

*SNAP*

The redhead blinked and coughed. A weight pressed down on her chest. With a thought, Ivy **** the Black Mercy blossom to retreat, and she sat up, to wrestle the plant off her chest...and then she looked around herself.

"Oh, shit," Poison Ivy muttered.