Author's Note: I was originally going to title this "Forest Fire," but it seemed too corny. Having recently finished Arkham City (being a Batman fan long before that, mind you) I was inspired to right a crack fic on what might happen if Catwoman's encounter with Poison Ivy had gone differently, in another setting, with less clothes. Enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy.
I do not own Batman, nor any of its producers' affiliates.
Reader Discretion is Advised
Selina was caught in yet another bind, this one no different than the last. She had gotten the formula down pat: the cat is captured, usually by the day's Big Bad, then escapes with or without a little help from Tall, Dark, and Brooding. Yet, and this is a very big 'yet,' she was beginning to wonder if that last part was coming any time soon.
Where was Batman? Selina was no damsel in distress, even the thought was laughable; but come on, hanging upside down by your feet can really suck. It felt as if a ten ton weight was strapped to her neck, condensing every blood cell in her body to her face - still confidently smirking, nonetheless.
"Well, well..." Poison Ivy began, rolling her eyes a bit. Normally she adopted a domineering attitude, but not now, Selina noted. Now, she was grinning, bringing a lady-like hand to hide her mouth. "How nice of you to stop by."
"Always a pleasure." Selina retorted, her cool expression never faltering. A thick, unyielding vine tightened itself around her ankles, keeping its captive suspended three feet or so above a flora-laden ground.
Ivy tucked an unruly strand of bright red hair behind her ear, taking slow, deliberate steps around her prisoner, obviously delighted with the situation. The smile on her face made Selina want to beat the ever loving hell out of her. She growled, or rather, hissed:
"Are you going to let me down, Ivy? Or should I get a book to read."
"Why can't we savour moments like this? You, in a position of complete submission, and me-" She sighed dreamily, leading Selina to think that something was most definitely wrong. Different. "Me, able to do whatever I like." Ivy clicked her tongue on the last syllable.
"And here I thought you were just a crazy, power-obsessed psycho bitch."
Ivy let loose a warm laugh, further mocking Selina's inability to do anything about her current predicament. The strong scent of flowers in the air was making her woozy, blocking out the finer attunement of her senses that could possibly help in forming an escape plan...
The greenhouse they were in let moonlight through its ceiling window panes, basking the scene in an iridescent glow when added to the plants' many reds, blues, and purples. It was spacious, and beautiful, but Selina could admire none of this. She was more concerned, and rightly so, with the thick tendrils now wrapped even tighter around her calves; the skin-tight suit she normally wore was becoming a nuisance, chafing uncomfortably in joint areas.
A sheepish minute passed by where Ivy simply strode around the room, occasionally stopping to erect a stem between her fingers to smell its petals. She was wearing her trademark one piece that seemed an affront to gravity, clinging neatly to her breasts, showing nearly all of her Spring green skin.
Selina struggled against her restraints, a fruitless endeavor made worse by the capturing of her arms. It was becoming increasingly clear that she was at the total mercy of her captor. Nervous, she was not, for whatever reason there was an alien assurance that no violence would take place tonight.
"What's the big idea?" Selina asked, her voice devoid of its usual sly charisma.
"I want to touch you right now and I'm not sure why..."
Selina's stomach flipped twice over, followed by a another three somersaults that earned a nine point five from the Russian judge. For now, she decided to play along. "Let me go and you can do whatever you want," she purred, before adding, for better or worse, "baby." Ivy raised a brow at this, not entirely believing her own sudden urges much less her enemy's promise.
She snapped her fingers, prompting the vines that held up Selina to slacken; just as the cat was about to ready her nails and pounce, they gripped firmly again, turning her right side up. The pressure in her head faded, now replaced with a dull, pulsating ache.
"Baby?" Ivy laughed. Selina imagined herself ripping free, tearing that contemptuous face to many, many pretty shreds. In reality, she was still unable to do anything but jostle from side to side. "My, my. You're quite the charmer."
Poison Ivy approached Selina at her own slow pace, glancing momentarily at a few lustrous spores, before pinching the zipper on her victim's leather suit. It ran down the middle, all the way past her stomach, and as Ivy pulled softly, no more than a twitch, Selina withheld a gasp. Her normal demeanor was becoming difficult to keep up.
"Something wrong?" Ivy teased, that perfectly frozen smile still arrogant as ever.
"I thought plants were asexual." Selina challenged.
"I'm not a plant." Responded Ivy in rare, surprising honesty. Selina pondered why out of all the things she could be submitted to - abuse, mutilation, mindless slavery - her ensnarer was more interested in cleaving that zipper lower, and lower, and lower, until it reached the start of its owners navel.
Alright, enough's enough. Where's Batman?
Selina fought wildly against her organic anchors, her fists whipping in every direction. She was broken from this crazy floundering by a strange sensation on her stomach; something warm and moist. Having been preoccupied with release, she hadn't noticed when Poison Ivy began to lay small, lingering kisses upon her bare midriff.
"P-Pamela?" Selina tried breathlessly, as if they were both children who had gone too far playing a game of make-believe. Wasted by overexertion, she could only offer a blank stare as Ivy trailed a thin layer of saliva ever upwards.
Their eyes met like a spark of electricity, green against green, rising panic against ferocious hunger. Ivy dove in again, biting tenderly at the right side of Selina's neck. She looked down at her attacker, directly into a mass of sweetly perfumed neon hair. "Pamela, oh... Stop, stoahhhh..." The word fell short in Selina's throat, raw, broken.
Poison Ivy continued her ministrations, pausing only to breathe between bouts of sharp nibbling. Her hands snaked along Selina's hourglass figure, ending at her shoulders. Ivy realized that keeping her prisoner bound while removing their cat-suit was an impossibility, and with another snap of her fingers conjured up two razor-sharp, leafy blades. They went to work dissecting -
"Pam! Wait!"
- and in mere milliseconds had Selina's former attire in ribbons below her kicking feet. Bits of leather floated like black snow to the ground as Ivy took in her sworn enemy's nude form, deliciously lithe and at her disposal. In any other situation she might humiliate her, but not now - she had only one thing in mind.
Selina wondered if she was being raped. It certainly didn't feel like rape, or how it was portrayed in the movies. There was no gruff beating, or hip-to-ass pounding - no sweaty death threats. She was, however, scared. It had been a long time since her last excursion, and that was with a partner of the opposite gender. Selina wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, and she had to admit that Ivy was exceptionally beautiful... Gorgeous even...
Ivy placed her hands forward like a fumbling teenage boy, grasping Selina's thick, heavy breasts - weighing them in her palms. The older woman's face went through many shades of red as she satiated herself, kneading clumsily all the while.
She ran a tentative nail down the crevice in Selina's abdominal muscles, which were powerfully defined without being masculine. Ivy, still tracing, looked up at Selina's expression; she seemed considerably less frightened, a strong blush gracing her cheeks beneath two half-lidded emerald eyes.
"Pamela, Ivy..." Selina breathed, no longer resisting, her vision clouded by a checkered kaleidoscope of intermingling colors. She felt as if she was in some bizarre dreamland, any stimulus threatening to startle her awake. Ivy brought a hand to sweep away a stray strand of black hair before kissing Selina softly on the forehead.
"You'll enjoy this, I promise." She said, before tilting her head and moving in, parting her ample red lips and bringing them to meet Selina's. The connection was firm, enticingly wet. Ivy pulled away, then pressed forward again, this time offering more to her captive's sealed mouth. With a small amount of prying she managed her way inside, running the tip of her tongue along Selina's teeth as if they were part of a pearly xylophone.
As this was happening, a glistening tendril slithered up Selina's bare legs, curling around her knees and between her inner thighs in the hope of coercing them to weaken their impenetrable lock. As Ivy continued to kiss Selina passionately, her constitution crumbled, as did her clenching. A fuzzy leaf began to slide itself over Selina's entrance, gently tickling the flesh beneath.
The appendage was soon joined by another more substantial tendril, hovering in wait for the perfect moment to penetrate. Ivy relished the way her flat stomach pressed flush against Selina's, absentmindedly chuckling to herself at an untold joke too personal to share.
"Mmmm..." Ivy's smile was evident in her drawn-out moan. "I need to catch you more often, Catwoman. What fun this is..."
"Guh," was all Selina could offer in response. It seemed appropriate, nonetheless. In a moment of clarity, she looked around the rooms expanse. The vivid flora had a life of its own, all pointing back to her naked body hanging as a sort of apogee, or shrine to which the plants payed their full attention. Every bloom was a spectator, providing an enthralled audience of brilliantly hued flowers. A twinkle of stars caught-
"Aaaauhhh!" Selina's scream echoed throughout the greenhouse, caused by the quick insertion of a vine that reached the end of her canal in record time. Poison Ivy shuddered in delight, content to resume her circling strut around the captured cat. The tendril now inside Selina began to work itself into a rhythmic pump, leisurely at first. "Oh god..." Ivy waited for the conclusion to that sentence, "YES!"
And smiled.
"I knew you would come around Catwoman, you just needed some incentive." As if on cue the vine picked up speed, alternating between rabbit-fast and turtle-slow in a spectacular show of agility. Selina's whimpers turned to moans, and those to fully fledged wails.
"Oh yes, Ivy, ah, IVY! Don't stop!" She demanded through the gaps in hot panting, sweat beginning to accumulate along her hairline. Selina felt the intense heat building up within her bucking hips, spreading to every sensitive nerve in her body. She now knew what raw ecstasy was truly like, such fantasy.
The bouncing, and jerking, and thrusting. Her mouth was dry as a desert; as she looked down at herself, it was not difficult to figure out where all the moisture had left to. Selina's breasts rose and fell like an empire, her heart thudding out a hysterical drum beat.
And then it happened. She came.
Selina felt like chicken soup, like the candle inside a jack o' lantern, like an atomic bomb. She closed her eyes and lived a million lives in a second, thousands of years culminating in a single moment of explosive, golden release.
"FUCK YES!"
Selina Kyle slumped over, gasping for air as dizzying pleasure ripped through her very soul, vibrating its outer fibres like the thrum of a guitar. Ivy almost clapped she was so in awe, making a mental note to include herself next time in the fun. Selina had finally stopped quaking three minutes later, occasionally wracked by a residual wave of bliss as she lifted her spinning head.
"That was..." Selina caught her breath. "That was..." Her breath ran away again.
"Hmmm?" Poison Ivy giggled. "That was what, darling?"
"So great."
In the morning Ivy would lend Selina clothes to wear, tuck a pink geranium in her hair, and give her a shy kiss goodbye. Until then, they had the rest of the night to learn what it really took to blossom - seven promising hours.
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P.S. Due to popular demand, I'll be writing another chapter. Stay tuned. :D