Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Does Lois Dream or Wake?

Lois Dreams of the Green

In the sunkissed fields, Lois Lane stretched her stems toward the light, bending her body so the shun shone on her. There was something off, though she could not tell quite what it was. Yet she was sure of it. Lois could feel it in her roots.

A shiver went through the nearby flowers, a chemical signal passed from leaf to leaf. Anticipation flooded through Lois, her stamen shifting, petals opening to disperse her pollen and receive more. She hoped it was the bees.

But it wasn't. Lois felt a shadow fall on her, blocking out the sun. A figure that loomed over her, in the shape of a map, but it didn't feel like a man...not quite...with thumb and forefinger it pinched her near the roots...

"Little sprout," his voice was deep and mellow, as though it bubbled up from some long-forgotten swamp, a voice that had forgotten itself from long disuse. "What are you doing here?"

Lois tried to shift her leaves, to catch the sunlight. All around her she could feel the other flowers sing that the bees were coming, the buzzing, bumbling bees to drink their nectar and spread their pollen in a profligate orgy of germination.

The dark eyes of the Swamp Thing seemed to understand. The grip, gentle as it was, tightened.

"No for you, little sprout. Not for you is the Green. You must go back...back..."

She tried to scream as he gently plucked her from the soil, giving the mandrake yell as she felt her pale forked roots flailing...

...and awoke naked on earthy loam, breathing quietly, eyes squinting against the growlights. And the only thing she could think of at that moment, as the strange green dream faded from her conscious mind, was:

What the hell is in my pussy?