A Rose with Fangs (Batwoman) (Patreon)

Batwoman had been watching over the streets of Gotham one night, her cape billowing in the wind. Kate Kane was the Batman’s successor, and so alike him in many ways, from their pampered upbringing, to their dark descent as crimefighters. She was just as feared as he was. And just as determined.

Then she got a call. A man was pleading, whimpering, begging for her help. Poison Ivy had seized control of a greenhouse he owned and was using it to create mutant plants. Nothing good could come from that. She had made her way to the destination fast and looked over it from one of Gotham’s many skyscrapers.

Unbeknownst to her, that was all part of the plan. As soon as the owner of the greenhouse had turned off the call, Ivy hugged him. He looked at her. His face was dumb and his eyes were a deep green. He had simply said the words as he was ordered to. He was just as mesmerized by her now as he was then when she first came into his shop, wearing a trenchcoat. He had watched with awe as she took it off, revealing only a green top and bottom which revealed so much of her gorgeous body before him. He couldn’t tell if it was a leafy decoration or it was made out of leaves, but he wasn’t really paying attention to that, just staring right into those bottomless green eyes that seemed to glow. Her skin was pale and unblemished like the rest of her, she even still had a few freckles on her face, but there was just the slightest green tint that indicated long ago that she wasn’t quite human anymore. Even as he realized who she was, she was sauntering closer and closer until her full bloodred lips were right in front of his and then she blew her sweet hypnotic breath into his nostrils and his mouth. Then she was his and the trap had been set.

“Did I do good?” he said.

“Yes my lovely, you did wonderful!” She looked around as all the plants had been mutated into monstrous creations with so many vines, the flower petals opening up to reveal mouths. None of that registered to the owner, he was just captivated by her and starstruck by her words. There was a growing hardness in his pants. She held him close like she really did love him, cupping his face and hooking a leg around him. They couldn’t be more different, he was middle-aged and balding while she was a goddess with a perfect figure that men would lust for and women would envy in dark jealousy. “When our esteemed guest arrives, do be a dear and welcome her inside.”

She slowly brushed her lips on his, not nearly enough for the toxins to spread into his system but more than enough to tempt and tantalize him. Her hot breath on his skin and such close contact made him feel like a little boy with his first crush. She sighed sweetly. “And I will be sure to reward you as a new member of my kingdom.”

He chirped up like a little boy. “Yes Miss Isley!”

Batwoman was on the roof of the greenhouse. She had seen the monstrous plants from the moonlight shining above and had no doubt as to their nature. If they saw her, her cover would be ruined. She had carefully scouted the area, eventually finding what looked to be a blindspot. Taking out a razor sharp cutting knife, she cut into a section of the glassy roof and put it aside. Then just as carefully as she had started, she lowered herself inside.

She lowered herself down from a rope and landed on a small perch. None of the other plants seemed to have noticed her. She had come prepared with a flamethrower if things had to go that way, but she hoped to take out Ivy and return his plants to normal.

But still, nothing happened. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had dealt with worse but it was always good to have things go her way. She count on one hand the amount of times that things had gone swimmingly with no trouble.

That wouldn’t last. The owner approached her. “Miss Batwoman,” he said. “I’m so thankful you came,” he said in a huff.

“No problem,” she said. “I need you to leave right now. You’ll only get in the way. Let me get you out of here.”

“But I was able to escape her. I know the way you can find her with no trouble.”

“Your life is in danger,” she hissed.

“Please, just let me help you…”

The plants around them were stirring a little bit. They still seemed unaware of her presence, but she realized that if she took the trouble to get him out of there on her rope, they might catch onto her. If that happened in that position, she would be in more danger than on foot. She counted herself lucky she landed in here without them sniffing her out.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

At first he was true to his word, taking her through a small narrow path that was well away from the rest of the corrupted flora. It was quiet and still, and they seemed in the clear. Then he took her through a much wider path. She still followed him without complaint.

Then he turned to look back at her. She looked back into his eyes, they seemed cloudy and vacant. Without turning around, he walked backwards, still looking at her. Her danger sense was tingling and she balled her hands into fists.

“Well done!” came the loud voice of Poison Ivy. The villainess stepped out of the shadows and next to the owner of the greenhouse. Batwoman felt a heat growing in her body already. Poison Ivy was beautiful and everyone knew who saw her knew it. But all heroes made sure to be on their guard around her natural charms.

It was another thing for someone like Kate who was a lesbian. Growing up in the confines of luxury and privilege, she had to struggle a long time before she accepted her sexuality. Even after she embraced it, she still faced ostracism. These days, it was no longer the stigma it once was. But she still felt like an outsider.

She knew she had much to fear about Ivy beyond physical danger. But the temptation that the redheaded beauty offered seemed too sweet to resist. She would resolve to not let herself fall victim to her charms. And at the same time she wanted to submit.

“I think it’s time for your reward.” She looked at him, and he had turned to face her. Cradling his face as if she really did love, she planted a smacker right on his lips. His dick leapt to full attention in his pants. From her full lips, something like a green viral strain spread onto his face, but he made no attempt to escape her, only holding onto her even more.

Then she let him go and he dropped right on the floor. His eyes were listless, he was shaking all over, and Batwoman couldn’t be sure if he was in the process of dying. But he was smiling and he was making a giddy sort of laughter.

“Such a good boy deserved that one,” Ivy said. “You led her right to me.” She licked her lips in that way that harlots often do which gave her onlookers the underside of her tongue as she did so.

“I think you got that one backwards,” Batwoman said.

“Look around you little bat.”

Batwoman didn’t turn her head. But she realized there were plants all around them. Carefully camouflaged with the rest of the scenery, they were looking right at her. It wasn’t long before she realized she was totally surrounded.

“You know how vicious I am,” Batwoman said. “I’m not nice like Batman.” She brought out her flamethrower from behind her back. “You wouldn’t want me to toast your beauties, would you?” It was a bluff, she only intended to use this thing as a last resort. In her current position, it would cause an inferno that would trap her as much as she intended to use it to save her.

Ivy cocked an eyebrow with her smile undisturbed, and put her hands on her hips. “Just try it.”

The plants stirred to life. She barely dodged one of them whipping their vines at her feet, leaping away from where it would have struck her and knocked her flat on her ass just in time.  She skillfully backflipped away until she was a good distance from that scene. Even in the heat of that moment, she had calculated where she was going, and made sure one of the green fiends wasn’t right behind her.

However there was another type of green monster waiting behind her. Batwoman didn’t notice it at first but she felt at ease, without worry. At first she attributed it to getting away from danger in the nick of time, but then she realized she was feeling too good. She didn’t know what to make of it, and then she realized she didn’t know where Ivy actually was.

Too late, she felt two arms lovingly reach around her and a pair of incredibly soft lips brush on her cheek. She already knew who it was. A pleasant warmth burned inside her, but she ignored it. She moved to break free.

But not before the owner of those lips turn her face so they were looking into each other’s eyes and kiss her directly on the lips. For several sweet moments, Batwoman closed her eyes, melting into it, her heart blooming in her chest and a hot wetness she hadn’t felt since she first discovered herself as a lesbian stir in her pussy. Then she quickly pulled back, shoving Ivy away. She was stumbling, glaring right at the villainess. She roughly rubbed her mouth with the back of her hands and then threw a swing at her nemesis. There was only one problem.

Her body felt like it was drunk. She could still see clearly, could still see hear everything normally. But no matter how much she willed it, she couldn't move quite like she wanted to. It felt as if her body was betraying her.

She knew it was because of that kiss. She could feel something growing on her face and knew if she saw herself in a mirror that she would see that same strain spreading across her face. But she wouldn’t pay heed to that. She had to defeat this woman.

Behind her, the plants were going wild. Several of them snapped their whip like appendages at her. By some force of sheer willpower, she backed up, dodging each of them. But it didn't feel like it was her own strength that guided her. Instead she felt like it was sheer luck, a life affirming accomplishment, as opposed to second nature. Making things worse was that as she was dodging, she had dropped her flamethrower.

Then when she last expected it, one of them got her, wrapping a vine around one of her ankles. She tried to kick it off and then two others got each of her arms. She struggled against them as much as possible, but they didn't budge an inch. All the while, Poison Ivy slowly strode on over to her.

“Looks like you're in a bit of bind little bat,” Ivy said.

“Shut up!” Her voice sounded slurred and weak, not the voice of a legendary vigilante and not someone in danger, more like a weak little girl playing hard to get, and she knew it. And she knew why, and she hated it. But she wouldn't for long.

“I think it's time we picked up where we left off,” Ivy said, rubbing her lips together. That sexy look was making Batwoman weak in the knees and she couldn't take her eyes off her. “And this time I won't take any chance of you escaping.” She reached around Batwoman's neck so they were face to face. Her heart was racing at another lovely encounter with this sultry woman, right here, right now. But Ivy stepped it up a notch, unclipping her cape from her suit and wrapping it around the both of them then clipping it back up so they were bound up together. Even clothed in her batsuit, the feeling of Ivy's exposed skin against her was electrifying. The villainess looked in the direction of the plants and they released Batwoman at once. “Now we can have each other in true intimacy,” she whispered.

She leaned her face forward, and Batwoman didn't even think any thoughts of resistance anymore, she just closed her eyes and puckered her lips up. At first they barely brushed up together, sending electric shivers all throughout Kate's body. Deep in the back of her mind, a voice whispered Don't.

Then she made the move, opening her mouth and forcing her tongue inside of Ivy's mouth. Ivy was all too happy to reciprocate the hero's physical lusts, doing her best to coil her tongue with hers. She had been lusted after by so many heroes as much as they would never admit it, but Batwoman's desire was another thing altogether. Ivy felt like she was the one being attacked this time, Batwoman was holding the villainess and feeling her up all over, grinding her body right up against hers. Ivy giggled in their kiss, pleased at how perfectly this one had gone.

While they were making out, the green strain spread from Ivy’s lips further across Batwoman’s face. Kate could feel it too, but now she welcomed it, her whole body felt so light and horny, she was ready to become Ivy’s forever. It wasn’t long until the infection was all the way up to her eyes. From there in went deeper and deeper until it had locked itself into her brain. From beneath her eyelids as she was kissing her captor, Batwoman’s eyeballs had turned completely green all over.

Beside them, the other plants had taken the giddy greenhouse owner and wrapped his body all over in vines. He barely registered it, but it was like they were eating him alive. They secreted a thick soil like substance all over his body. When the vines released him he was smothered from head to toe in it, it almost looked like he was in a cocoon.

They broke the kiss, staring longingly into each other’s eyes. The line of their spit was slightly tinged with color and Batwoman’s eyes were now glowing in verdant hues, the surface of it looking not a simple uniform color but more like the waves of the sea of some alien planet. The signs of infection on her face were so deep that it didn’t even look like a strain anymore, it looked more like some makeup choice, exotic and terrible all at once. They were both moving hard against each other, feeling the pressure, needing it.

Batwoman found the clip and got herself free, tossing the cape aside. But she had no intention of escaping. Instead she pinned Ivy to the ground and resumed humping her, still in her suit. It would have felt infinitely better to strip out of it and feel her flesh right up on Ivy’s, but even then she was still feeling amazing. Everytime she moved up on Ivy, her body was hit with an addictive friction that felt almost electric.

Before she knew it, Batwoman came right in her pants. She uttered an animalistic grunt, even with the mind numbing pleasure Ivy had captivated her with, it was still strong enough that she had to stop just to take it all in and savor it. She was sitting there on all fours, shaking all over.

While Batwoman was immersed in her ecstasy, Ivy had stood up and cast off her tiny little garments. Kate looked up at her, staring at her new goddess’ jaw dropping breasts with sheer lust, her pussy dripping wet with a tuft of red pubic hair. Even so under her control, it was like she was falling for her all over again.

Ivy brought a hand down to her snatch and pulled apart her lips. “Eat your veggies little bat.”

She complied, feeling so honored to be granted such a gift. She leaned her head forward and licked her mistress’ cunt for the first time. Her juice was thick, almost like sap, but it was sweet on the tongue, and she kept on eating more. Ivy lovingly stroked her head, rewarding her for her obedience.

While Kate was eating out Pamela, the green woman reached behind her and undid the clasp of her mask, then took it off. Ivy was a bit surprised seeing Batwoman unmasked for the first time. She didn’t pay too much attention to the upper echelons of Gotham society, but she knew all the big names. She couldn’t be sure it was Kate Kane, but it did look like her, and she thought no, that thought much be mistaken, she had no idea a rich socialite like Kate Kane would get involved in this dirty work. It would surprised her still to learn that Batman was the scion to the Wayne family.

But her surprise didn’t last for too long. There were more important things on her mind. Like Kate’s mouth, which at that point was eating out Ivy’s pussy like it was a fine meal. Pamela was feeling the familiar pangs to an orgasm and digging her fingers into the other woman’s hair, just as red and beautiful as her own, mashed her head in further. Her eyes rolled up, and she knew she was seconds away from her climax.

Her pussy almost seemed to bloom like a flower in the moment of her orgasm. It exploded with her substance, releasing it all over Kate’s face. She closed her eyes and licked her face clean as best she could. It was pussy juice, but it tasted and felt like no other pussy juice she had ever tasted, thick and sweet all over. She closed her eyes deep in satisfaction.

Ivy cupped her face and her thrall looked up at her, thinking of nothing else than serving her. “You did well my love. Rise.” She did. “Turn around.” She did that too, her body was shaking all over. Ivy reached for the zipper on the back of her suit, and pulled it down until it was down as far as it could go at her asscrack. Her mouth curled up in a grin seeing the recognizable tattoos that Kate Kane was sure to flaunt whenever she was in an important part of Gotham high society.

This one is going better than I could have ever imagined, Ivy thought to herself. She will prove to be useful.

She moved her hands to Kate’s shoulders and moving the fabric further, got her shoulders and arms revealed. Her captive surprised her when she hurriedly took the rest of the suit off herself then turned around to face her, revealing her totally naked body before her. Ivy was grinning, nodding in approval.

Behind them, the greenhouse owner’s cocoon had been quivering all that time. He could see through the substance at the racy scene before him, had been getting harder and harder all that time. There was nothing of his original mind left save for lust for his mistress. But that wasn’t the only curious thing happening either. His body was metamorphosing underneath, and the devotion he had felt for Ivy as a human was changing to something else altogether, nothing resembling a human’s mind but more like primal instincts, thinking nothing like language or rational thought. And that egg which held him had grown considerably larger, bloated and several feet taller until it was as big as the ceiling.

It began to stir. It was not long until something poked out, a green pointy object. Then it came out further, revealing itself to be a vine. Another vine came out and tore through the rest of the substance, until the skin of the cocoon began to unravel like loose dead skin. From the top of it came the head of a large flower, blooming out it’s great and shining bloodred petals, the stem large and thick and coming down into a series of vines. It seemed to almost breathe from the bud.

“Now is the time for some real fun,” Ivy said. The thing which had been the greenhouse owner snatched up Kate in it’s vines and felt all over her naked athletic form with it’s vines. She had no attempt to escape, the tendrils coiled around her full breasts and tightened around her hard nipples while some others peeked into her vagina and caressed her clitoris.

Ivy went to the monster and looked down at the stem. There was one thing here which was unchanged from it’s previous form yet was now so very different. A curious kind of green thumb, only several inches longer and wider. So close to it’s mistress, it trembled and turned red in color. Smiling, she turned her back to it and closed her eyes, sighing blissfully as it slid into her wet cunt.

The creature had spun around Kate so that she was face to face with Isley. Her arms and legs were being held wide open as it had continued to feel all over. Bringing her closer, Ivy snatched up Kate’s torso so that she was right on her lap. They were rubbing up against each other while taking it from the monster, clits on clits, tits on tits, and they deeply mashed their tongues together. The other monster plants in the greenhouse seemed to bend and look at this trinity of unholy pleasure in whatever passed for admiration within them.

For once, Ivy felt weak. She was moaning deeply, close to another orgasm, the dick stuffing her twat felt so good, and Kate’s passion was outdoing her, those little caps and tongue felt so good. Even with the heroine so bound up, she was aggressively rubbing herself up on her mistress as hard as possible, intending to drive her wild.

The phallus inside Ivy tensed up and released it’s thick fluid inside of it’s mistress. She screamed loudly, that immediate orgasm followed up by another one through her clit and tits with Kate feverishly moving up against her. But Ivy’s body cumming up on hers in a violent case of the shakes, those tentacles tightly bound around her pushed to an orgasm soon after. Both ladies were twitching all over while the creature worked to massage them with it’s many appendages, easing them out of their ecstasy.

Ivy stepped off of the plant penis, her pussy dripping with white sticky goo. Kate was also lowered onto the floor and released. Ivy got down with her and gave her one final kiss, exuding her sweet mist down her throat and into her lungs, while the other plants wrapped her in those vines, covering her in much of the same substance as they had done to their former owner. Ivy parted lips and smiled. This cocoon slowly began to blossom with flowers all over. She had a special fate in mind for this one, who would cook for well longer than the last one they had encased.

Kate was transformed underneath for a whole night. But the cocoon had not changed one bit. And when it was time for her to hatch, she violently tore it off her. She stood up, naked, her skin much the same as Ivy’s. She boldly strode over to her mistress and got down on one knee before her.

“Who do you serve?” Ivy said.

“You mistress,” she said, in a voice that was cold and passionate at the same time.

“What are you now?”

“Your daughter and your sister.”

“Prove it.”

Kate stood and blew her mist into Ivy’s face. She smiled, feeling the effects of the high wash over her. She was immune to the mind numbing effects of those pheromones she had used on so many other people, but she was able to enjoy the pleasure from it, something she had never thought possible until now. Ivy smiled, as her body was lit up with lustful fire. She already had this woman once. But having her now would be so much sweeter.

“Let us consummate our passion for each other once more. Then I will send you out into the world.”