Ivy Hears Her

So fixated was Harley Quinn on the raucous display of infidelity, that she didn't notice the blooms of the nearby plants turn toward her. While plants do not have ears in the traditional sense, and Harley had always thought Ivy's talking to her plants made her definite Arkham Asylum material, in truth plants have subtle senses...all the more acute when within the field of influence of Ivy's powers. Sensations that could be fed to their mistress, even while lost in a lesbian display.

With a flick of a thought, Ivy decided to bring her erstwhile lover into the mix.

The vines wrapped around Harley Quinn's pale ankles, and with a sudden swoop the Clown Princess of Crime's feet were pulled out from under her. Harley Quinn's head bounced off the floor as she was dragged toward where Lois Lane lay, helpless and a-quiver. The reporter's asshole spasmed hungrily.

"Harley," Ivy said as she untangled herself and stood up. "So good of you to join us."

"You...cheating..." Harley tried to rouse her indignation, to express her betrayal.

Ivy smiled, she flicked her fingers, and vines tugged at their clothing, so that in very few minutes it was three naked women in the secret bar, two of them wrapped about with soft green vines.

"Now, Harls," Ivy said. "I was just getting her warmed up for you. Isn't that right, Lois?"

"My ass," the reporter moaned. She stared wild-eyed at Harley Quinn. "Please. I need something in my ass!"

The pale, green-skinned villain bent over and placed a kiss against Harley's lips. A soft, lingering kiss, hungry and tangy with an unfamiliar flavor. One that left Harley wanting more.

"What do you say, lover?" Ivy said, and let her fingers play with the stiff painted nipples on Harley Quinn's modest mammaries. "How should we make our little anal slut cum? What should we put in her ass?"