Chapter 19 by Zeebop

Who is it?

Poison Ivy, Again

"Ladies, ladies...where do you think you're going?"

The women turned...and Lois Lane raised her head high enough to look over her shoulder.

Poison Ivy was there, dressed in nothing but a white labcoat. Her skin was a deeper shade of green than when last the reporter had seen her, with dark green veins framing her face. Vines were growing along the walls, ceiling and floor of the hallway behind her. Not fast, as far as humans could run, but faster than anything could grow naturally.

Yet that wasn't the disturbing thing. It was the thin green tendrils that were emerging from the villain's slit, twining around themselves. They looked, to the exhausted reporter's eyes, very much like pregger plant vines...albeit smaller. For now.

"Now, I'd like to thank all of you ladies for being my experimental test subjects—you've given me some invaluable data—but I really must insist that if you are going to cease testing at this juncture, you at least leave me my new test subject so that I can continue my work."

Flowers blossomed in Ivy's hair, and a warm haze seemed to billow from out in the air. She was walking closer, keeping pace with the vines that were growing steadily toward the five naked women. The vines between her legs were merging together into a single, very phallic-looking root.

"You...you mean, if we give her to you, you'll let us go?" Diana Reynolds said.

"Di!" Jenny Dunlap said. "You're not thinking..."

"She wanted to save us," Tonya Wong said, already stepping back, away from Ivy and her vines. "Well, she can save us this way."

"Madre de dios," Mara de la Cruz dropped the reporter's right arm, to stomp at a vine that was creeping a little close.

The reporter tried to speak, but could only cough. Her throat felt dry and clogged with pollen. The other women began to cough too. Lois's eyes began to sting, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant...and that was when she recognized the smell that seemed to clog her nose and throat.

Cannabis. Ivy was inundating them with THC-laden pollen. If the women didn't get a move on, they'd be high as fucking kites.