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Dark Harvest	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 81655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman, Poison Ivy, Justice League or related characters and am not making a profit from this story. The characters are owned by DC Comics.

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Dark Harvest

Chapter 4: Side Effects

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Supergirl discreetly spoke over her shoulder while keeping one eye on the two furious villainesses.

“Are you all right, Kal?” she asked, concern permeating her girlish voice.

He weakly propped himself up on his elbows and nodded, silently breathing a huge sigh of relief.

“I’ll live. How did you find me?”

“Black Canary called me in. She picked up the disturbance from the fight on the scanners at the Watchtower.”

She turned back to her opponents, renewed determination in her bright blue eyes.

“Don‘t worry, Kal. I’ll take care of them.”

Star Sapphire’s vibrant lavender aura crackled loudly to life with hostile energy. A twisted grin painted her pretty masked face.

“You’re out of your league, princess” she mocked. “If big, bad Superman couldn’t stop us, what chance do you think you have?”

Supergirl’s fists clenched tightly. Her heart beat accelerated with anticipation.

“We’ll see,” she answered calmly.

Sapphire lifted into the air as her forehead jewel lit up and cannoned off a heavy energy blast. Twin crimson spikes leapt from Supergirl’s eyes to counter as she followed her into the sky. The two beam’s met in the middle, each fighting to gain ground. There was a lively pyrotechnic tug of war, as vibrant purple light fought against red, before Supergirl’s will finally broke through. Her heat vision blasted into Sapphire’s glowing purple aura and raking over the protective bubble like white hot fingers. The energy shield absorbed most of the scalding heat as the villainess closed the distance between them.

Sapphire launched forward with a flying kick. Supergirl spun, carefully twisted her body out of the way and landed a twirling kick of her own to the villainess’s chest knocking her from the air. Taking advantage of her off balance opponent, Supergirl slammed a punch to her gut before landing a hard right to her jaw.

She didn’t pull her punches as much as she usually would have and she felt a slight tinge of guilt at how satisfying that was. But she was angry at them for hurting one of the people she cared about the most in the world and they weren’t going to get away with it.

The villainess’s protective force field shattered like broken crystal as she cried out and plowed hard into the unforgiving concrete. She didn’t get up again.

Kara exuberantly pumped her fist in the air.

“Didn’t Superman teach you not to celebrate until all of your opponents are defeated?” bellowed Giganta.

Supergirl was blindsided by a truck sized fist to the side of her body and was knocked end over end like a child’s doll into the STAR Labs building with a resounding crash. Windows shattered and walls collapsed from the powerful impact, throwing up a huge cloud of dust and debris.

Kara lifted the few hundred pounds of concrete and metal off her body and easily tossed it to the side. She mentally chastised herself for not paying enough attention and allowing Giganta to get the drop on her. Her time training with the Amazons, as well as Superman, had taught her better than that. Before the dust and debris could settle she had catapulted out of the wreckage like a bullet.

She poured on a burst of speed as she made a beeline toward the towering red head. Staying a few steps ahead would give her a distinct advantage, she reasoned. And what Giganta couldn’t see, she couldn’t hit.

Supergirl zig zagged diagonally down Giganta’s enormous face, pounding her with both fists and sending the giantess’s head jerking violently left to right and back again. The villainess attempted in vain to swat her away, catching only air each time. After repeating the process again, Giganta’s eyes began rolling up in her head from the multiple powerful impacts.

She staggered back a few steps before sending tremors through the ground as she toppled onto her back; patches of purple and blue bruises dotting her face. There was a slight wave of vibration over her massive body as it gradually returned to normal size with the loss of consciousness.

Supergirl made sure she was out for good before touching down in front of Superman. He still looked a little worse for ware though and she wondered how Sapphire and Giganta had beaten him so thoroughly.

“How are you doing?” she asked, offering her hand.

He took it gratefully and groaned as he got his slightly shaky legs under him.

“I’m okay. I think my powers are returning. Thanks for your help, Kara.”

He turned to smile reassuringly at her, though he hadn’t really been her mentor in a while he could tell she still liked being praised. But he noticed her suddenly eyeing him strangely. For some reason the warm and slightly worried expression she wore moments before had dissolved into a patronizing smirk.

“You’re absolutely pathetic,” she said with a sneer. “I don’t remember you teaching me to be so weak.”

He staggered back a step, as much from being still a bit off balance as from the sudden blow from her words.

“What?”

“You saw how easily I defeated Giganta and Star Sapphire, Kal, yet you let them pound you until you were screaming for mercy. I was tempted to just let them keep beating you just so you would shut the hell up.”

“Kara, why are you saying this?”

She stepped closer, her eyes darkening and cruel smile spreading across her face.

“I’ve always known you were a coward and a quitter. You just gave up in this fight praying I would swoop in and save your sorry ass, ‘Superman‘. If only everyone else knew what a sorry, weak piece of shit you really were they wouldn‘t waste their time looking up to you.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder and casually shoved him. In his weakened state he awkwardly pitched backward, his hand instinctively shooting out to grab something for support. He felt his hand land on Supergirl’s deceptively strong, bare thigh which didn‘t budge a millimeter.

Then his mood unexpectedly changed. He felt calmer yet still a bit on edge but there was something else that had caught his attention. For the first time he noticed how toned and silky smooth Supergirl’s thigh was.
He remained rooted to the ground, staring at her legs with growing interest. The girl’s blue skirt was just long enough for decency yet still showed off quite a bit of lightly tanned and flawless skin. He marveled again at how soft and inviting she felt in his grasp- how yielding her flesh was under his fingers.

The feeling of something about all of this seeming wrong nagged at him, but it seemed distant. Other parts of him were stirring and quieted those ever fainter sounding alarm bells in his mind. Then a voice rose from his thoughts, seeping between them and inserting itself in his consciousness.

Go ahead. Touch her.

The words were very faint. For a moment he hadn’t been sure if he had really heard them at
all or if they had merely been his imagination.

Superman’s eyes peeled away from the girl’s legs and wandered up to her exposed flat and toned tummy. His heart was pounding a deafening beat in his ears. Sweat had collected heavily on his brow. He swallowed hard as his gaze moved upward even further and locked on to her firm, perky breasts.

Take her, Superman. She wants it just as much as you do. She’s so young and beautiful, isn’t she? And she’s secretly been lusting for you all this time.

The voice spoke again, a little clearer this time. It was feminine and somehow sounded familiar but he was too distracted to worry about it now.

Supergirl leaned down, a knowing smirk on her lips.

“I know those sick thoughts are flowing through you’re little brain again, Kal. I bet you’re just aching to touch me, aren’t you? I know you‘ve been whacking off at night thinking about me. Does Lois know? Does she know how much you want to fuck me, Kal?”

It was all wrong. To his growing horror a sudden strong tingling sensation in his crotch only spurred on and inflamed his desire. It seemed to encourage him to act on this twisted fantasy at once. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Everything around him seemed to be spinning in a confusing blur. All he could see was Kara’s enticing body…so close. And all he could hear was the voice in his head and Kara’s cruel words.

Then the tingling in his crotch suddenly exploded into a fire of pure and powerful lust. That combined with the strange prodding voice was almost too much to resist. The simultaneous assault on his senses, mind, and body was overwhelming. His cock turned rock hard and throbbing in his tights. It needed release.

Kara grabbed his arm and said, “Go on, you sick bastard. Start touching and feeling my body. I know you want to see my perky tits. I know you‘re dying to plunge that big cock inside of me. And we both know you are far too weak willed to fight it!”

He barely managed to tear himself away.

“No!” he shouted in protest.

The Man of Steel scrambled to his feet and shot up in the air. He was miles away in seconds-his brain still ringing.

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Kara watched with confused dismay as Superman blasted away from her. What had just happened and why was he acting so strangely? It was as if he hadn’t even been hearing what she was saying at all. More accurately it seemed he was hearing something totally different coming out of her mouth.

When she had placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, he had fallen and given her an accusing look like she had pushed him. Then he had kept his hand on her leg for an uncomfortable amount of time while he stared off into space.

Taking a look back at Star Sapphire and Giganta’s still unmoving forms she sighed. She scooped up one villainess under each arm and took off to deposit them on Stryker’s Island.

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Elsewhere

The fading sunlight filtered through the pristine windows of the enormous greenhouse, throwing triangles of glittering gold across the dozens of rows of plants and flowers. Poison Ivy hummed a quiet tune to her babies, as she liked to call them, while sprinkling water over their roots, stems, and soil. She carefully weaved her way among the long aisles of various plants, some of them more exotic and rare than others, but all equally important to her.

Every once in a while she would lovingly caress the leaves of certain plants that were growing more slowly than the others, encouraging them in calm, motherly tones. She smiled inwardly as well as outwardly as they responded back to her; or more accurately she could feel what they felt and could respond in kind. It was the only bond that she trusted completely and that made it even more special to her.

The cavernous greenhouse would’ve been the envy of practically any other gardener but it still wasn’t good enough for her babies- nothing ever was. The entire glass building was attached to an even larger overall structure that was in fact a secret laboratory built in the mountains outside of Metropolis. Everything in the building and labs was state of the art, as one of her mind controlled pets had pointed out, while revealing its location to her. Then it had been a simple matter of bending the dozen or so scientist and workers inside to her will.

Now they were all blissfully working for her and to further her plans. The work they had been doing was invaluable and would’ve taken months or years on her own. But soon it would all come to fruition. And everything would change.

Ivy strolled to the center of the greenhouse where an exotic looking flower stood alone on a small, ornate square table. She saved tending to this one for last on purpose. It was the rarest plant in the entire place and was the only live specimen known in the world. It was also one of the plants she had used to create the extract she had used on Superman.

She was confident as ever after her two victories, albeit temporary, over Superman. It had made her feel wonderful to control and exert her will upon such a powerful being. At the end of the day, despite all of his amazing powers, he was still a mere man. And she had proven that no man, super or not, could resist her. The fact that it had all seemed so easy only lifted the limits of what she had deemed impossible before.

Even more of a reason to discount Superman was that he had now twice been dosed with the specially developed spores she had created. The spores weren’t enough to fully control him, she would need to apply a mind controlling kiss for that, but they were sufficient to strongly influence his thoughts and perceptions- along with the effects of the sexual plant extract. Those two ingredients combined would produce powerful effects on him. It was like a marionette that she loosely controlled except only a couple of strings were attached.

As proud of the plant extract as she was, the spores really were an ingenious work of art, she thought happily. It was truly amazing what she had learned from studying Scarecrow and Joker’s work. Despite being invented by two of the sickest psychopaths she had ever encountered, the Scarecrow toxins and Joker venom combined with her knowledge and adding it all to the plant spores was proving highly beneficial. Her natural immunity to all toxins and poisons had allowed her to easily experiment to her heart’s content without having to worry about any harmful side effects.

A bit of powdered kryptonite, mixed in with the spores, was all it took to bypass Superman’s invulnerability. The green powder had been exceedingly difficult to obtain. Usually getting even a sliver of kryptonite on the black market would cost an arm and a leg. Only by controlling the right people had led her to one of Lex Luthor’s former contacts and the valuable substance. She would’ve preferred a chunk of pure kryptonite just in case, but she had to work with what was available. Besides, she would easily remedy that situation later.

Since the spores were plant based, it allowed her to control them even inside Superman’s body and from great distances to boot. She could release their potent effects and cut them off to suit her needs.

It had allowed her an almost gleeful new type of control over her pawn. And each time Superman was dosed with the spores, the stronger their effects and the control over him became. She could make him see and hear things that were totally of her own desire thanks to the fear toxins. With the Joker venom she could push on his emotions and make him do things he would never do otherwise. And it was all tempered and controlled perfectly by her own pheromones and powers.

She had contemplated, briefly, about whether her choice not to put Superman directly under her control earlier was a mistake. But the more she thought about it the more certain she became that she had made the right decision. She enjoyed watching her prey squirm and struggle in her intricate web. The enjoyment of watching someone try so hard to resist only made the inevitable defeat that much more crushing later on. If she had went ahead with the kiss, the oh so entertaining battle would’ve ended right there.

So much time had been spent setting this plan in motion that she didn’t want to rush any part of it. She wanted to be able to savor every morsel of this sweet victory.

A broad smile formed on her luscious lips as she contemplated all the delicious ways she could now manipulate Superman. She had very nearly made him act on the impulse she had pushed him on toward Supergirl. He had only barely been able to fight it. The panic followed by sheer terror that she had sensed through him as she had molded the situation in his mind to her liking was downright hilarious. Supergirl must have thought he was crazy after that.

Still, this was just the beginning of what she had planned for him. When she was through he would be groveling at her feet just like every other little slave did and be happy to do so. The great, all powerful superhero would be no more than an insignificant insect to be crushed and ground beneath her heel as she saw fit.

Ivy frowned a bit as she heard the door to the greenhouse open. It was one the scientists she had kidnapped earlier and placed under her power. He was a short, pudgy man with a rapidly receding hairline and he spoke meekly as he approached.

“Excuse me, mistress.”

“I told you I was not to be interrupted while I tended my garden, did I not?” Ivy stated without looking up.

He shrank back slightly, adjusting his glasses.

“Y-yes, mistress but this is very important and I thought I should bring this to your attention. If you would please follow me into the lab.”

“Very well,” she sighed.

She gave the rare flower one last loving caress as she set the water sprinkler down and followed the white lab coat attired man through the greenhouse doors. They made their way through a short hallway before coming to another set of identical double doors.

The laboratory on the other side was absolutely cavernous, dwarfing even the greenhouse. It had the high ceilings and abundant open space of a warehouse. Lining each wall around the entire room was an elevated walkway so one could check the progress going on in any part of the facility.

Ivy fell in a step behind her slave as they descended a few metal stairs onto the main floor of the lab. On either side of them, and stretching almost as far as the eye could see, there were row upon row of enormous liquid filled glass tubes lined in perfect rows. They seemed to greedily take up almost all of the ample space the lab provided.

The little man stopped in front of a row of specific tubes.

“The first batch of them is just about ready, mistress.”

“I can assume the sample I gave you earlier was sufficient?” Ivy asked.

“Yes, the genetic material you provided us has worked marvelously- even better than we had hoped actually. We managed to make it fuse perfectly with the hosts. They will not be quite as powerful as the donor but they will possess great power nonetheless. Just about every ability he has they will as well but since they only share partial genes they will have none of his weaknesses. Kryptonite and red sun light will not affect them in the least. However yellow sunlight might very well make them stronger.”

The scientist adjusted his black rimmed spectacles as he spoke.

“But we only had enough genetic material for around two dozen or so, mistress. If you plan to grant the same abilities to the others we will need more.”

The genetic material he had been referring to was, of course, the test tube full of Superman’s cum that she had so skillfully procured earlier.

“Yes, I assume we’ll need to harvest a lot more,” Ivy said, grinning mischievously. “And its going to be so much fun getting it.”

Turning, she faced the glass tube closest to her and smiled. Her reflection shown off the gleaming glass as she peered inside. The dark green nutrient liquid bubbling up within only provided her a hazy view of what was waiting in its depths. She could just make out a faint human like shape, floating upright with arms suspended to the side. Its build was on the slighter side but still much bigger than when she had first seen it. The eyes were closed and various tubes were attached to various points on the body.

This was the start of her magnificent army. This was the result of all her hard work and late night laboratory thefts. After today everything would be changed forever, she thought to herself. There would be many scores of deaths but for her children, all of them, to survive it would be a worthy sacrifice. Ivy could sense and hear the pain of plants all around her whenever they were killed. It hurt her almost as much as the plants themselves. There were no such things as “weeds” to her. To her all plants were equally as valuable and precious.

But they were helpless to protect themselves from mankind’s chainsaws, poisons, and pollutants. Not any more. Justice would finally be done and the plague on mother earth called mankind would finally be extinguished forever. All that would be left was nature- in perfect harmony with nothing to interfere and destroy its glorious never ending cycle. She would be happy and there would be above all else- peace.

“The first two dozen have reached maturation and are ready to be released from the nutrient baths, my mistress,” the little man said proudly. “They will need a little time to acclimate to life outside the growth pods, but I would be most pleased if you would have the honor.”

“Certainly,” she answered following him to the large control panel near the edge of the room.

Ivy smiled broadly then her green eyes narrowed as her hand hovered over the large, red release button.

“Mankind has had their way with this planet for far too long,” she said, more to herself than her nearby slave. “They’ve abused and neglected her for their own selfish needs. It is time to put an end to all of that and restore everything to how it should be. All will be cleansed. Its time to change the world.”

Her hand dropped eagerly on the button.

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End of Chapter 4

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