Epilogue: One Big Psychotic Family

Ivy poured the tea. It was a little ritual she did for herself. Oh, she could drink coffee, but there was something simple about tea. Hot water, leaves, time. Maybe a twist of lemon, but not often. She brought the cup up under her nose and breathed in the aroma. It was ethically-sourced tea. No children **** to pick leaves on big plantations. A sort of communion, a way to accept the natural world of plants back into her.

Brought the cup to her lips and tried a sip. Gotham water was hard with dissolved minerals; the government had to add chemicals, and the plant woman could pick out trace chemicals from factories up river that had leached into the reservoir. Nothing toxic in great quantity, but enough for the bitter liquid to taste flat and nasty in her mouth. She set the cup down and opened her eyes.

"Let me get this straight," Ivy said. "Harley is pregnant, and now you're...not?"

The Clown Princess of Crime was strung up in place by vines. Ivy had awoken to find that Lotus Lane, the transformed reporter, had been busy stripping the pale blonde with the dyed hair of her clothes, gadgets, and weapons. Quite a few weapons. The slim, athletic form squirmed in the grip of the bright green creepers. Ivy noted approvingly that Lotus had them braid five-thick; Harley was strong and would have snapped anything under three or four.

She also noted that the pasty pussy between Ivy's legs was clean-shaven...and dripping slightly. Lotus herself was moving around the greenhouse, naked, a slight green flush under her skin as she touched and sniffed every plant. Like a budding flower ready to bloom. It made Ivy's crotch itch just to look at her.

"Harls," Ivy said...and then sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, earlier. It all happened so suddenly that night, and, well...I wasn't sure how you'd react."

"I just thought, if you were gonna pollinate somebody, you'd pollinate me," the clown went limp...but Ivy wasn't fooled. She could see Harley's painted toes working toward a dagger that Lotus has left a little too close. Ivy waved her hand, and one of her own vines slid it away.

"Maybe I would have, if you'd asked," Ivy said. Then her shoulders shrank. "Then again, I never asked you. I wasn't sure what you'd say...I was afraid it would be 'no.'"

"So you had to go with that skank!?" Harley shot back.

"She's not a skank!" Ivy said.

"Yeah? And what's she got that I ain't got? I mean, besides...that rapey plant vine...thing. I suppose. If you're into that." Harley dropped into a pout.

"Ladies, ladies," Lotus said, sliding in between them. Every flower seemed to turn toward her, as though the former reporter were the sun itself. Pheromones hung heavy about the plant woman, in a spicy haze that tickled Harley's nostrils. "Don't fight...not when there are so many better things for us to do."

"Lotus..." Ivy said. "I really don't think me getting you pregnant again is going to be a good solution to this particular problem."

"Of course not," the reporter said. "That's why I'm suggesting a threesome."

"What?" Harley and Ivy said together.

"All three of us. Having sex together. We can be one big, happy family."

Harley and Ivy shared a glance.

"Lady," the clown said. "They're gonna need a whole new wing at Arkham just to contain your crazy."

"Look, babe, you know I'm always down to make love with you, but I really don't think sex is the solution to all of our problems."

Lotus Lane wandered over to her lover. Ivy hadn't bothered to dress, and Lane's hand curled over the pale shoulder, down her back, rounded the curve of a hip...and then grasped and squeezed the warm, round ass.

"You want to pollinate me, don't you?" Lotus fluttered her eyelashes. "And we don't want to leave poor Harley out of it. She's carrying our baby too."

The air was suddenly warm and heavy...and Ivy was torn, between her old love and her new one...and it was Harley Quinn that finally broke the terrible silence.

"Hey red," she said. "You know how they say not to stick your plant-phallus in crazy?"

Ivy looked out over Lotus' shoulder. Her eyes met the clown's.

"They're nuts."

"So," Harley said a few minutes later, after the plant-women had let her down, so that the three of them could clean themselves up and prepare. "How are we going to do this?"

In reply, Lotus stood before the pale blonde. They were about the same height, and neither had to stoop as their heads turned, tongues extended. Their lips locked, warm spit swapped between them...and Lotus guided the pale woman toward the bed, using her knees to pry apart the woman's strong legs...so that both of their pale slits were visible. ****. Available.

Ivy quickly understood Lotus' purpose, and her red lips twitched into a half-smile. Twin green vines pushed themselves out of the plant woman's cunny, stretching the little pink hole as they thickened. The plant-woman bit her lip as she reached for the rapeseed oil, rubbing the pale, clear goo over her shafts.

Not that she needed it. Even from here, Ivy could see that both her bitches were wet, ready, and waiting.

Lotus was rubbing her tits against Harley's. The clown woman's arms were outspread now, and Lotus was interlacing her fingers with hers, so that they clasped their hands palm-to-palm. Sister-wives, waiting for Ivy's great stamens to penetrate them...and Poison Ivy obliged, her knees touching the edge of the mattress, moving forward with a hand on each pseudo-dick as she fed them into the hot holes...

"One...one sec," Lotus said, smiling wickedly. "I have an idea."

Ivy wasn't sure what the woman was saying...until she saw Lotus Lane's own stamen slide slickly out of her cunny, to slide against Harley's. The redhead's nostrils flared. She explored the former reporter's pussy with her fingers...yes, there was space yet, though the pussy was tight.

"Uh...girls?" Harley said beneath Lotus. "What's going on?"

"Well," Ivy said as she worked her lower stamen and Lotus' against Harley's quim. "I think you're about to realize the advantages of our little menage a trois."

The blue eyes went wide, pale thighs shaking as the tips of the two plant-pricks stretched out the woman's hole...and then Ivy fed the tip of her topmost pseudo-penis into Lotus Lane's tight hole...and sliding forward, all three of them moaned together as they experienced what it was to be stretched and squeezed all out of anything in their experience.

There was nothing for it then. Even with the oil, the twats were too tight, and Harley and Lotus slid one against the other, kissing and groping, as Ivy grabbed the ass in front of her and humped in quiet abandon, eyes closed as her hips slammed forward, pumping the double cunts as if all her life depended upon it...and the women squirmed and wiggled against each other, each striving for the angle to let Ivy plunge her viney cocks in a little deeper, a little faster, their pussies stretched doubly.

Anticipation rose between them, as the already steamy heat of the greenhouse grew hotter in the bed. Each woman was working, pussies clenching and asses squeezing, tongues lolling, tasting, licking as they sought not only their own climax, but to bring their partners to greater pleasure...and the closer each got, the more they shook, and groped, hands groping as ass and pussy, until at last Harley's and Lotus's legs pincered Ivy until she could scarcely move.

Yet it was Harley who had been longest since she had known the touch of a woman...or of anything between her legs. The newly-impregnated criminal clutched at Lotus, crying out and shuddering, pussy squirting as though she pissed herself...and in turn Lotus Lane cried out, her stamen stimulated past her limit...and Ivy humped desperately, nails digging into the former reporter's backside and giving out a groan like the fall of some ancient oak deep in the forest...and her pollen burst out deep from her twin shafts, straight into their dark, wet, fertile depths, the seed looking to take root...

...and if it didn't happen this time, then perhaps it would the next time, or the time after that, as the new threesome enjoyed their strange informal marriage.