Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Lick Ivy's Mulch Pile

The great green cheeks descended. The dark brown pit of Poison Ivy's compost pile descended toward the reporter's mouth. All Lois Lane could think of to do was close her eyes, stick out her tongue, and try to think of the Daily Planet.

The taste reminded her of used coffee grounds, bitter and rich. A part of Lois wondered if this wasn't how nightsoil would taste, if she were ever **** or degenerate enough to try it. The fleshy hole squirmed against her tongue, sucking her deeper in, and Lois couldn't help but think of pitcher plants that lured their prey in with their deceptive smells, letting the victims dissolve in their juices.

"Oh, you are ripe," Poison Ivy hissed. "Like a fruit waiting to be plucked. Ready to burst forth..."

Lois Lane felt hands pulling at her star-spangled shorts, her bald pussy exposed to the elements.

"Hmm, club rules, is it?" The supervillain tsked. "I hate to see a garden bare. Still, we can still see what kind of sap you're making..."

A finger slid along Lois Lane's pussy, scraping up the juices she'd been leaking. The reporter, unable to see anything except Ivy's ass, nevertheless heard the wet smack as she sucked them off her fingers.

"No trace of ****...not even birth control...very fertile. You're ovulating or soon will be. Dangerous, sapling, truly dangerous..."

Ivy sighed and leaned back, Lois Lane's head and hair driven into the mulch by the weight of her backside.

"You know, I thought this would be nice. A new workspace, funding for my experiments...sure, it's a job, but growing things is never just about employment. But that red bitch who pays the bills..."

Lois found it harder to breathe. The creeping numbness was spreading, and she was losing control of her tongue. Her vision was growing dim.

"...and the whores, no offense, are just all afraid of me so I have no one to talk to except the plants. Honestly, it's been really frustrating lately. You're the first one I've run into that hasn't....sapling, why did you stop? Oh, shoot, I forgot the antidote..."

Briefly, Lois Lane wondered if this is how she was going to die: tongue deep in the asshole of a supervillain that talked to plants and expected them to talk back.

Then the darkness claimed her.