Poison Ivy's terrarium.

Wildfire meteors through the ceiling of Ivy's glasshouse, and lands right onto a huge plant the size of a car. It is composed of large, thick vines that seem to move on their own. As instinctive as a venus fly trap biting down, vines wrap around Wildfire's limbs and spread them apart. Wildfire's eyes go wide, but he doesn't use his powers to burn the plant, because soon a fifth vine rises and presses against his puckered hole, and the euphoric pleasure makes Wildfire buck his hips. It prods his asshole without entering--not yet, at least.