Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What is going on?

Harley's Bat Becomes Harley's Wooden Dick

There was a crack, and the bat shattered in Harley Quinn's hand. The clown stared at the broken handle in her hand for a moment, but then her gaze was drawn toward the soft green root that emerged from the core of the dry wood. A wooden growth that swiftly swelled and shifted, to take on a decidedly phallic shape.

Six inches of the wooden prick were still embedded in Poison Ivy's pussy. Subsidiary roots fanned out, to wrap around the plant-based villain's thighs. Yet the shaft that now towered above her pale green abdomen in a gentle arc was a good twelve inches long. Lois Lane admired the drop of sap that oozed from the tip, The mad reporter's eyes narrowed as she felt Ivy's body relax, the limp tongue lazy inside the reporter's pussy.

"Your turn, Clowncunt," Lois ordered. "Sit on your girlfriend's cock."

Harley tore her eyes away from Ivy's new tool to stare in the mad reporter's eyes. The pupils had dilated, so that there was only a rim of violet iris around two pools of darkness. Lois Lane's face was a mask of lust, all filter dropped. The combination of chemicals the reporter had been dosed with had utterly stripped away her inhibitions, the rational part of her brain. Harley knew her protests were doomed before they left her lips.

"It's...it's too big..." Harley insisted.

"No cock is bigger than a baby's head," Lois said. "Now climb on that wooden dick. That's what you want, isn't it? I can tell. Look how wet you are, slut."

Instinctively, Harley's fingers went to her pussy. Rivulets of hot juice ran down the clown princess of crime's thighs. She bit her lip, still unsure if she could fit all of that beast of a strap-on inside of her.

"I'll help you," Lois offered, as her voice slipped from domineering to cajoling. A shudder ran down Harley's spine. The Joker had a way of doing that too—of damping down the crazy just long enough to turn on the charm. With great misgivings, Harley stood up and climbed onto the bed.