Chapters tagged poison ivy

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

Lois Lane scraped at her eyes, sneezing and tearing up, trying to see. Her hands felt numb, and she rolled around helplessly on her back...but with a bit of effort she cleared her vision enough to see what was going on around her. At the villain's feet, a green plant was growing...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

There was no other choice for it. While Lois Lane didn't know if the insane plant-woman could actually pollinate a human womb, she couldn't take the chance that Ivy was just off her meds. So as the lust-crazed villain prepared to press forward, the reporter raised her hips...just...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

"Ogh!" Lois Lane moaned, thrusting her asshole down around Poison Ivy's zucchini. "Fugh me! Fugh me harth! Fill me wig yourgh sheed!" The poison kisses had numbed the reporter's lips and tongue, but her hips were still moving freely, and she wrapped her legs around the plant-wom...

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Chapter 17

The gourd was still plugged into the reporter's rectum. Poison Ivy was hauling the reporter as the numbness spread down Lois Lane's limbs, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter staring over the villain's shoulder, barely able to see past the red hair in her face as they moved away...

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Chapter 18

"That pesky blood-brain barrier gets in the way," Poison Ivy said as she hovered over the paralyzed reporter. "But I found a way to bypass it. Inject the reagents directly into the brain, transorbitally. Just like they used to do with lobotomies. Now, this is going to feel a litt...

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Chapter 19

There was a pressure in her head. Blood and green oozed out of the holes in the back of her eyes. The reporter shuddered as a creeping pain cramped her, like an ice cream headache, the burning pain in her womb throbbing with the pulse of her heart, spreading down, down...he...

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Chapter 20

In Lotus Lane's mouth, her throat, down into her lungs, she felt her new body adapt and command her body's flora. Her mind reached out, into the Green, feeding her the unspoken poetry of plants, chemical synthesis...narcotic blossoms, with their strange sleepy scents. The plant-w...

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Chapter 21

Silent, the Crown Princess of Crime slipped into the humid greenhouse. There was a heavy revolver tucked into her red-and-black diamond-patterned booty shorts. The baseball bat perched with careful nonchalance over her shoulder. Dyed hair up in pigtails. Only the gas mask was out...

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Chapter 22

Ivy poured the tea. It was a little ritual she did for herself. Oh, she could drink coffee, but there was something simple about tea. Hot water, leaves, time. Maybe a twist of lemon, but not often. She brought the cup up under her nose and breathed in the aroma. It was ethically-...

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Chapter 20

Things moved inside the former Lois Lane. She could feel her body reconfiguring. Whatever Ivy had just pumped into her brain was causing more substantial changes. The former reporter could feel her hips creak, muscles tear and rebuild, and a viscous clear slime oozed from her pus...

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Chapter 21

Spring in Metropolis. Though the city was steel and concrete and stone, the green grasses spread upwards through the cracks in the sidewalks, flowers bloomed on windowsills, trees leafed out as the days grew longer, and birds returning from winter haunts roosted once more in shel...

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Chapter 22

There was an Asian grocery not too far from their hideout. Ivy was having a hard time with morning sickness, so like the dutiful stud that she was, Lotus Lane popped out in the hours of darkness to pick up some herbs that the pregnant villain said would help with the nausea. The...

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Chapter 11

Fingers stinging and sticky with Ivy's sap, Lois latched onto the villain's clitoris and suckled gently as she brought her fingers up to the great red briar patch, fingers steepled into a tool designed to really hoe the ho's garden. Ivy moaned hard as the tips of the reporter's f...

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Chapter 12

"I was trying to make myself a little bit less toxic for a...lady friend of mine," Ivy said, running her fingers through the reporter's hair. "I did manage to change my biochemistry, but now I express traces of another plant-based narcotic in my vaginal secretions. You probably n...

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Chapter 13

Lois sucked on the pussy like the antidote was in it. Although the antidote to what, she wasn't sure. To the boring, dull humdrum that was her life. Writing articles, doing stake-outs, interviewing cops and victims, while all those gayly-colored caped superheroes flew overhead, d...

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Chapter 14

"...look, I don't care how you do it!" Poison Ivy said. "Just get rid of the body! And the costume." "Okay, okay," the male voice said, then muttered under his breath. "Bitch." Like a cat, the reporter had transitioned from sleep to consciousness almost automatically. No fuzzy...

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Chapter 10

Lois Lane didn't know much about plant-based toxins, but she knew that it was generally more difficult to absorb them through the skin than through the mouth. So with what she hoped passed for practiced ease, the reporter cupped her hand over the villain's vulva. Two fingers par...

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Chapter 11

"How, uh...how am I supposed to do that?" Lois said, not entirely clear on the concept. As if in answer, Poison Ivy stretched out her hand...and a bright green fruit erupted from the ground at Lois Lane's feet. In her years as a reporter, Lois had seen more than her fair share...

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Chapter 12

Lois Lane lined up the pseudo-cock with the villain's lady garden. She nudged the wet lips open, feeling oddly out of place. _How the hell did I get here, about to shove a penis-plant up inside the cooch of a Batman villain?_ Lois wondered. She watched with something like awe a...

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Chapter 13

Green buds were sprouting in the soil all around the sexually excited villainous. Lois gauged the familiar phallic fruits with a trained eye and grabbed for one that was longer and more slender than the rest. With a quick wrench the reporter tore it free of the ground, dirt cling...