Our story thus far:

After a long night spent rescuing damsels and dudes in fancy business suits from slobbery green beasts, Nightpaw the canine crusader has succesfully tracked down the wicked supervillain responsible for turning all the potted plants in the mayor's office into monstrous man-eating monstrosities.  Thanks to a sample of the mutated foliage and a quick analysis with his Nightpaw brand Nightpad he pinpointed its exact source: The abandoned botanical garden, right next to the abandoned warehouse and the abandoned amusement park. Unfortunately, the fiendish villain had prepared for the hero's arrival, because as soon as Nightpaw set foot inside the ominous dark garden he was surrounded by wriggling green vines...

"A trap!" Nightpaw correctly observed.

A flurry of sharp bonerangs thrown with expert precision managed to slice through the green tendrils closing in on the capable superhero, but just as he was about to leap to safety a crinkly root burst out of the ground and snared his shiny black boots. Nightpaw landed nose-first in the grass and was immediatelly set upon by the serpentine foliage; vines wrapping tightly around his body from ankles to shoulders. As the mighty canine tried to flex his way to freedom, he felt himself lifted up and held upright between the animated trees and their eagerly caressing tips.

"Welcome Nightpaw!" said a thickly accented voice from the bushes.

"Show yourself, you vile verdant villain!" Nightpaw shouted, struggling against the vines.

Someone slithered into view, moving with fluid motions across the grass before rising into view on his long serpentine tail. It was Poison Ivan the nefarious naga! Standing tall and showing off his slender physique, the effeminate villain eyed his captive lustily. The naga's green scales glowed faintly in the moonlight, and Nightpaw found his eyes drawn helplessly towards Ivan's enrapturing elongated pinpoint pupils...and then down to Ivan's penis which was clearly just as excited to see the captive latex-clad canine...and then back to his eyes.

"Clothing is so unnecessary," said Poison Ivan. His Eastern-European accent was strong, but his English pronounciation was impeccable. He had even overcome the stereotypical hisssssssing habit so commonly associated with villainous snakes. "The plants don't need cloth to protect them, so why should we, ahem, higher beings be any different?"

Nightpaw was going to argue, but those glowy spirals in Poison Ivan's eyes made a very convincing argument. "Yes, why should we be different?" he replied, checking to see if Ivan's penis could validate said argument. Yes, yes it could.

The enthralled superhero relaxed his struggles, allowing a particularly crafty wriggling vine to wrap around the tongue of his zipper and slowly pull it down, exposing his muscular chest and rock-hard abs covered in comfy soft brown fur. The farther down the zipper went, the tighter Nightpaw's latex costume felt in the crotch region. But before he could join Poison Ivan in full frontal nudity, the naughty naga gently pushed the zipper-tugging vine away and slipped his hand inside Nightpaw's costume. The canine crusader grimaced slightly at the feel of very sharp nails caressing his package.

"Very nice," said Ivan. "I'm glad to see those pictures of you on Nude Captive Superheroes Dot Org didn't exagerrate your measurements. No need to touch up these attributes, am I right?"

"Listen, I'm not really into guys," Nightpaw lied.

"Oh really? Because your photograph in the papers last week suggested otherwise. Do you remember? That enormous boner you had when you brought in the evil cattle wrestler Beefed Wellington in chains? This skin-tight outfit really doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"It was the excitement!"

"You seem fairly excited right now."

With one hand on Nightpaw's wiener and the other caressing his hard chest, Poison Ivan closed in for a kiss. It was one of the weirder smooches Nightpaw had experiences, because the green naga didn't have lips in the traditional sense, but he compensated with his forked tongue tecniques. It felt pretty nice, and since hypnosis was a valid excuse for out-of-character behaviour, Nightpaw decided to go with it and tried to see if he could get his own tongue into Ivan's mouth without getting poked by the fangs. By the time the make-out session finally ended, the dog knight was so deeply entranced that he hadn't even noticed that the vines had finished undressing him in the meantime.

At least the mask stayed on. Poison Ivan was a traditionalist. He wanted the superhero, not the boring mild-mannered daytime persona. Not that getting unmasked was a huge issue for Nightpaw, because unlike SOME superheroes he didn't have a job that included his face making regular appearances in the newspapers or on giant billboards, so the few villains who'd seen his face hadn't been able to identify him.

"Kneel!" Poison Ivan commanded.

The vines released the nude superhero, who immediatelly dropped to his knees. The naga took his time admiring the docile do-gooder from every angle, rubbing his long thick snake tail against Nightpaw's fur as he stroked him all over. Once he was satisfied with the hands-on examination, Ivan parked his serpentine penis inches away from Nightpaw's muzzle.

"Pleasure me," Poison Ivan instructed.

Getting Nightpaw to open his big mouth and put it to better use turned out to be easier than anticipated. Maybe he was especially vulnerable to hypnosis, or maybe he was just that eager for cock. He started by licking the naga's cockhead like a lollipop, rubbing his rough canine tongue along the bottom of the glans. He then opened his maw wide and started sucking on the shaft as the fat head rubbed against the roof of his mouth.

"Very nice. This isn't your first time, is it?" Poison Ivan complimented.

Nightpaw even had a special tecnique! He pressed his tongue against the opening while sucking hard with his lips pressed together. It was all Poison Ivan could do to avoid blowing his load right in the hero's mouth. In fact, it was more than the supervillain could do to avoid it, because this combined with all the sexual stimulation of watching the hero wriggling in his vines put him over the edge. With a serpentine hiss of pleasure, Poison Ivan ejaculated into Nightpaw's mouth. The sheer force of the climax sent the masked hero leaning backwards, causing naga cream to spill out over his muzzle and across his chest.

Panting softly, Poison Ivan looked down upon his vanquished foe; face covered in sticky cum, and realized he'd been tricked!

"You wretched mutt! So...you knew that taking my seed in your tailhole would have rendered you permanently under my thrall! You knew that by making me spend it all too early with your diabolical tongue talents would spare you from becoming my obedient slave for life!"

Nightpaw decided to go along with that. "Uh, yes!" he said. "Take that! Ha-hah! Now you can't do that thing you said you were going to do! Ha-hah!"

"Sigh," Poison Ivan sighed. "I suppose I'll have to settle for letting my vines molest you and then feed you to a carnivorous plant."

"Ha-wha?"

The bare nekkid superhero was abruptly wrapped up by the lusty vines and suspended high above. The slick glistening green tentacles had evidently been kept on a leash by Poison Ivan's plans to enslave Nightpaw, because now they went nuts! Nightpaw tried to hide his vulnerable asshole beneath his fluffy tail, but to no avail, as a thick vine grabbed the tail roughly by the base. Two more tentacle tips pinched the dog's buttocks in a vice-like grip, fully exposing his tailhole. The bound hero whined softly as the a particularly phallic tendril smeared its well-lubricated bulging tip along his ass crack before pressing hard into Nightpaw's tight anus. Nightpaw's canine whine could be heard throughout the dark botanical garden as the tentacle thrust deep and pounded its muscular captive with gusto. The superhero's distress didn't last long. Once the horny plant's thrusts came faster and harder, his whines turned into moans of pleasure. He literally let his tongue hang out and panted like the dog he was. The tail that had hung submissively started wagging.

Nightpaw handled the vine molestation really well, but he forgot about the carnivorous plant part until the intense fucking subsided and he happened to look down.

"Well, that looks bad," he said.

A gigantic sickly yellow flower was directly beneath Nightpaw. The huge gaping pod in the middle of the twitching petals looked big enough to swallow a man whole, and he could swear the slimy consensation surround its tip looked like drool.

The vines suddenly released their grip, dropping Nightpaw right into the giant carnivorous flower's fleshy maw. Before he could react, he was stuck up to his waist, and being sucked on like a candy cane. The sensation was indescribable! No, actually, it was really easy to describe: It felt like a gooey hot tub filled with pulsating jelly, and the walls were covered in thin clingy spaghetti strands, and the strands were getting really interested in his penis, and the continuous suction surely didn't leave much room for air down there. So, as enjoyable as it would probably feel getting all inside of that nasty plant, the threat of immediate suffocation motivated Nightpaw to avoid that fate.

Poison Ivan slithered up close to enjoy the show. "How do you enjoy the horrible sensation of my pet's stomach acids dissolving your body!?" he inquired.

"Actually, it feels really nice. Tingly," Nightpaw replied, trying to grab on to the edges of the pod to pull himself up.

Ivan deflated a little. "Do you think it's easy taking a plant designed to digest bugs and scale it up to melt down a full sized man? An hour inside of its belly will give you a horribly disfiguring rash, I promise you! Of course you'll have died from oxygen deprivation long before."

"That's a relief," Nightpaw responded, not really paying attention.

The musclebound canine finally managed to get a firm grip and pull himself up up far enough to free his ass. But then the pod suddenly gaped wide and released a spray of thick clear goo onto Nightpaw's fur, lubing him up and causing him to lose his grip. When the pod tightened up again Nightpaw's arms were trapped within, and he was being sucked down one ab-length at a time until he was trapped up to his pecs.

It looked like this was the end for Nightpaw. In a few moments he would be sucked to oblivion, and with no way to get leverage, there was nothing he could do to save himself. At least he was putting on a really nice show for the leering green supervillain as he struggled, all glistening with sweat and shiny goop.

"Goodbye Nightpa- AAAUGH!!!" said Poison Ivan as a hoof to the face interrupted his moment of triumph.

The amazing superheroine Mightmare had leapt from the treetops above, cape flying behind her, and knocked out Poison Ivan in one flying kick! Before the evil green naga had a chance to recover, Mightmare's magical golden lassoo flew forth like a winged serpent and wrapped him up tight from top to tail to tail to tail to yet more tail. Poison Ivan could only roll around on the grass in furious anger while Mightmare flourished a can of comic book-strength defoliant and sprayed down the giant carnivorous flower.

Shrivelling into a brown decayed husk, the flower spat out Nightpaw, whose gratitude for being rescued was so great that he wound up giving Mightmare's outfit an equal measure of everything he'd gotten stuck to his fur in the last fifteen minutes...

COMING SOON:
MIGHTMARE VS THE CARTOONIST