End: Only Time Will Tell

The former Lois Lane's fingers were entwined with Harley's. By instinct, her hand found its way to the Clown Princess of Crime's hip. Then their eyes met. Poison Liana's hand slid along the small of her back, felt the handles of the knives Harley Quinn hid back there. Slipped into her pants to grab a handful of warm, toned ass.

Their lips opened. If anyone watched, perhaps they would have seen the little cloud of spores that wafted from Poison Liana's mouth, just before their tongues met. A blind man would have felt the passion as they came together, the transformed reporter as strong as an oak, Harley's lean, athletic body pressed against hers.

There was a bed, and they fell into it. The unwashed sheets smelled of Ivy and Harley. As they tore at each other's clothes, little flowers began to sprout from between floorboards and cracks. Tiny blossoms opened and let loose new scents to cover the smell of decay.

They wouldn't last. Nothing ever did.

"Aah...aah!" Harley huffed as Poison Liana slid a finger in her twat. A small tendril reached deep inside of her and began to thicken. A trick that Ivy had never thought of. Yet Liana was bolder, more confident in her new abilities. She rubbed Harley's clit and pulled open her braissaire to release the pale tits that a part of her remembered so well. Latched onto a ripe, erect nipple and suckled hard.

"F-f-fuck!" Harley's hips lurched as the green shaft that grew inside of her swelled. She reached down and grabbed the cable-like vine, that filled her cunny like an application...and Liana laughed lightly to see the green rope-like mass plunge in and out of Harley's cooch. It looked like she was jacking off an elephant's trunk.

The laughter was infectious. Harley giggled...and then began to sob. Her body shook as she began to close up. A hard fuck couldn't fight a broken heart.

Which is when Liana rolled on top of her. Pants off. Pussy in Harley's face. The former reporter grabbed Harley's multicolored hair. Tears welled in those bloodshot eyes. As the spoors began to take effect, Liana saw the pupils dilate. Just a little tetrahydrocannabinol, a little MDMA, a microdose of LSD. Ivy knew their formulas, their bio-chemical synthesis. Yet she would never have used them on Harley. Then again, she never had to.

"It's okay, Harleen," Liana said, as the pupil grew into great black saucers, the irises barely a colored rim around them. "If it's only tonight. But I think in time, we can be more. I can't do this alone. This new life...I need someone with me. I need you."

Liana lowered her pussy down and rubbed it against Harley's face. She thought of her namesake vine, that clung to trees for support. Some would consider such a relationship parasitic...but Poison Liana thought of it as more symbiotic. She could be the person that Harley needed to be to heal, and Harley could be the person Liana needed for her new life.

Gently, Harley Quinn opened her mouth. Lips and tongue began to explore the pussy pressed against her face. Breathed deep of her partner's musk. The new villain grinned as the pale partner ceased to cry and began to eat her out, all while the green vine plunged in and out of her pussy.

Only time would tell if they could be what each other needed. Yet for now, for tonight...the former Lois Lane smiled and ran her fingers through her lover's hair, arched her back and ground her pussy into Harley Quinn's face...and knew there was no going back to how it was before her night out.