Chapter One
Location: Somewhere in Gotham City
Underneath the streets of the city, a vast area was already overgrown with all sorts of plants and foliage, an artificial greenhouse. And standing in the middle of it all, were two women embracing each other, pressing their lips together and making love to one another. One was Poison Ivy herself, Pamela Isley, with pale green skin, magenta-red hair, and cyan-green eyes, while wearing her usual and familiar strapless dress comprised of dark-green leaves that ran down just above her knees. The other was one of her closest friends and many lovers, Alice Oh, with slightly younger in age, with toned skin as well as eyes and short hair of matching black, while wearing a dark-grey V-neck T-shirt and even darker grey tight jeans.
With both eyes just as closed as her lover's, Poison Ivy wrapped her hands softly around Alice's neck, keeping their lips and tongues firmly locked yet free enough to dance together and caress one another. In turn, Alice laid her hands around Poison Ivy's hips, having already submitted to this Goddess of the Green. With swift and ease, Poison Ivy unbuttoned Alice's trousers and slowly pulled down the zipper before sliding her right hand inward and forcing Alice herself to shudder and gasp, already knowing where this was about to go. And indeed, Poison Ivy stuck two middle fingers into that smooth wet slit, smiling as she heard a low moan from Alice's quivered lips while she held on as much as she could.
Poison Ivy started pumping her fingers back and forth inside those tight walls and surging Alice with so much sensual energy. With her heart and lungs weighing down from such pleasures, Alice jerked her hips back and forth desperately to keep up to speed. Her head nearly hung back, showing off her smooth neck for Poison Ivy to brush her lips and tongue up against. Alice's thighs and legs wobbled and trembled like pillars on the brink of collapse, and she would've soon if it were not for Poison Ivy's free left arm around her back and keep her up enough and in place. The faster Poison Ivy's fingers went, the tighter Alice's walls became, the faster Alice's pelvis thrusted, and the higher Alice's moans grew.
And soon, Alice finally came down undone, expelling her inner juices before her dominant lover's hand and fingers. Her body slurped forth into Poison Ivy who still kept her up and took glee in her orgasm. Slowing down her fingers until they came to a halt, Poison Ivy soon pulled them free, all drizzled in cool clear fluid. She then licked up her palms and sucked on each of her fingers, smiling and humming in approval of the nectar's sweet taste. But it wasn't finished just yet, as Poison Ivy still had another motive in mind for Alice, gazing at her.
"Are you ready for this...?" Poison Ivy asked Alice. "...For your transformation?"
Alice inhaled deeply through her nostrils and through her lips, she exhaled her answer, "Anything for you, Pam".
And with that, Poison Ivy let go of Alice and stepped back by a few feet, closing her eyes and waving her hands as if to cast a spell. Then as a response to Poison Ivy's gestures, several vines of green and brown started encircling Alice and approaching inward to her. Her hairs raising and her heart shaking, Alice took in a deep breath, kept her legs straight and together, and slightly lifted up her arms to her sides, preparing herself for whatever may happen with her. The vines then wrapped around Alice's feet and ankles before coiling their way up her legs like serpents of temptation. Feeling such tendrils tighten up around her thighs, Alice couldn't help but still feel a strange sense of arousal, almost as stimulated as Poison Ivy made her.
Eventually, the vines continued their way up and around Alice's torso, her arms, and her neck, as she tilted back her head and closed her eyes, yielding to her fate. Finally, the vines enveloped her entire head as Poison Ivy watched sternly and vacantly. Everything seemed still, and silent, and almost unsettling. Suddenly, the vines morphed from their human shape and expanded into a sphere-shaped cocoon of clear glowing pink. Within this pod, a curled-up foetal figure could be seen floating within.
Location: The Gordon Residence
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, in the home of the Gordon family, everything seemed quiet and peaceful, a little too quiet and peaceful. Within her bedroom, Barbara Gordon laid back on her bed, alone and gazing up at her ceiling with tired azure-cyan eyes. She was wearing her bright-blue T-shirt with long white sleeves as well as baggy dark-blue denim jeans. Barbara rested her head on her hands while wavy spikes of her orange-red hair laid out upon her pillow. As she kept gazing upward, any thoughts and memories drifted through and around her mind, including those of a particularly individual person, a childhood friend turned supervillainess, Pamela Isley.
Barbara remembered the times they'd spend together, how they'd call each other the shared nickname of 'Red' after their hair colours. She remembered how they would sneak out together, break in a big company building that they believed were either harming or exploiting nature and the environment, or even doing both, and cause at least a little bit of what they'd consider "harmless trouble". Disrupting group meetings and stealing plants, all in good fun and for a good cause, or at least what Barbara believed to be a good cause, for even the most well of intentions could still lead on a road to hell. And that certainly would happen to Pamela.
Even after she became Batgirl, one of many sidekicks to Batman himself, a part of Barbara still believed that within the seductive yet manic Poison Ivy, there was hopefully at least a small bit of that shy yet spunky Pamela she knew and grew up with. A part of Barbara still wished she could help talk out Poison Ivy from using extreme measures and methods in the vain hope of doing more good to the Earth than bad. And a part of Barbara even felt certain feelings for her, feelings she had never really thought too much of or even came forth with, and now she was overwhelmed by a sense of regret of not letting Pamela know of her admiration and possible attraction to her.
Was she just raising her hopes too high, even now and still? Was she just seeing the illusion of good in which there was no longer any? Was it just a childhood crush of sorts? Questions she had yet to answer.
Time continued to pass on by as Poison Ivy sat back on some of her foliage, still and quiet, while watching the foetal silhouette drift endlessly within the spherical cocoon like a growing child inside the womb of its mother, waiting to be born, or reborn. The more she waited, the more she started to wonder if whether or not her experiment would have the best results as she'd otherwise expect and anticipate, or even if said experiment would be a success at all. Even a few seconds felt much longer than they actually were, more like a single eternity in and of itself.
But soon enough however, out of the dreary and almost eerie silence, Poison Ivy heard something that made her look up with a furrowed look of curiosity in her face. What sounded a faint crackling that seemed to be emanating from the hardened pod, although Poison Ivy couldn't exactly see it at first. Had she not heard anything and was forced to keep on waiting even further, she would've either walked away or at the very least nodded off. Eventually, as the person inside started to twitch and stir, the fractures around the cocoon were starting to show more visibly as they spread out and wide.
Before long, as the stemmed pod continued cracking some more, a clearish liquid started to leak out like yolk oozing from a egg. Poison Ivy could no longer see the subject within the cocoon with all the cracks and fluids. Finally, the shell crumbled and fell apart, its inner essence spilling loose and almost flooding the area as it ran past Poison Ivy's feet. She looked to see if the person was still somewhere inside, and there certainly would be. On top of the cocoon's remains was a vague figure completely coated in dark-green sap, running down and slowly revealing the person within.
Standing perfectly up and still with arms outspread and eyes widely shut was the exact same person that Poison Ivy put into that pod, Alice Oh. She still wore her same clothes, albeit now all drenched and soaking wet from the liquid running down her body, but Poison Ivy quickly noticed one significant change. Alice's skin had turned a mossy green, not unlike Poison Ivy's own skin change.
"Alice...?" Poison Ivy spoke up as she took a few small careful steps forth. "Are you okay?"
As if in response to such a voice, Alice's eyelids flashed open, revealing a bright-green glow that lasted for a few seconds before turning back into her normal familiar black eyes. Just then, as if snapping from her trance, Alice gasped and flinched, almost stumbling back before a few plants over behind her and softened her landing. She looked around as her vision started to clarify once more, seeing the familiar redhead approaching her.
"Pa...Pam?" Alice recognised.
"Yes, it's me", Poison Ivy confirmed. "Your transformation is completed. You now have power over nature like I do".
Aware of such revelation, Alice looked to the side and all the plants, slowing raising a hand before some of those plants reached out in response. She could only think of one word, "Beautiful".
"Indeed it is", Poison Ivy agreed, having gone through a similar experience herself before asking and offering. "So what new alias would you like to go by?"
Alice thought for a bit, something original before she had finally decided. "Black Rose".
To be continued...