Lois Lane Pulls Her Finger

Poison Liana hooked a thumb under thedflared edge of the plug in Harley Quinn's ass. She pressed her breasts against Harley's back, **** her belly to the bar. The reporter's left hand grabbed Harley's. Thumb and forefinger gripped the index finger, even as the reporter levered the little plug out of the pale pink asshole.

New senses told Lois about Harley's gut flora. Active little bacteria, not much different from plants, busily breaking down a greasy lunch and lots of yummy ****, laden with sugars. Methane and carbon dioxide built up inside of Harley's gastrointestinal tract. Lois could hear the rumble in her guts, knew the pressure that must be building.

The terrible need for release.

"Go on," Lois whispered, and there was some of Ivy's voiced mixed in with hers. "Say it. You know you want to."

Harley Quinn warred with herself. Her emotions were turbulent. Grief and desire, all mixed up together. Until quietly, she whispered.

"Pull my finger."

Lois Lane tugged. A polite, ladylike poot puffed out of Harley's buttocks.

"Come on, Harls," Lois whispered into her ear. "You can do better than that. Let's really make some whoopie..."

Lois pulled the finger harder. This time, a more affirmative frrrrt issued from the quivery buttocks. The smell didn't even offend Lois like she thought it would. To Ivy, it was just like fertilizer. A subtle bouquet.

"More," Lois tugged insistently, and a heavy bloompf issued from Harley's backside. The clown gasped, panted, her body now aroused...excited...

...and unable to stop.

Bloompf. Bluum. Frrt. Frrt. Flurrrrrrrppp...

The gas ripped out of Harley Quinn's asshole, the sphincter barely able to cope with the sudden expulsion of gas. Lois continued to tug on that finger, kept Harley Quinn's abdomen pressed against the bar, to help **** the gas out...and then it bubbled up from deep within. Laughter, like the whisper of wind through the trees, came from Poison Liana's lips...and Harley joined her, first with a snicker, and then a howl, and finally they were just two women that laughed together. Tears rolled down their eyes with each gaseous expulsion.

Yet Poison Liana's heart was heavy. Was this the start of something new...or the last gasp of a relationship already dead?