A vision in roller skates

Around the corner, you saw a group of no-goodniks surrounding the hollerer. Despite not being able to see the assail-ee, you charged headfirst towards the assailants. With whatever strength you still possessed, which was quite a bit it would seem, you handedly defeated the enemies and watched them scamper away into the night. As you turned to face gal you saved, expecting at least some gratitude, you were instead met with a swift baseball bat strike to the jaw.

“HAHAHAH! That’s right!” said the pig-tailed firecracker, swinging her bat around to rest on her shoulders. “That’s what you get when you mess with the Harley Quinn!”

Indeed, standing before you is the once right-hand lady to the Joker, now vigilante of NYC, Harley Quinn! Wearing a black-and-red jacket, paired with her black-and-red roller skates, she held quite the figure. Nestled within her black-and-red tank top were some weighty breasts, each about the size of a cantaloupe, though still bouncy and perky. Down below in her (you guessed it) black-and-red booty shorts was a derrière that most definitely met the brief. While she wouldn’t get stuck in a doorway per se, Harley’d definitely need to stand in the dead center of one to get through, if you catch my cold. Rounding her out was a cute button nose, two almost impossibly wide eyes, and lips smeared with the darkest red lipstick you’ve ever seen. Overall, she was an alabaster bombshell and from the way she presented herself, seems she knew it too. Though her stance did falter a bit when she opened her eyes.

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“What the- did I really scare those mooks off with one crack a’ the bat?” she asked, looking down the alley. She then finally noticed you standing right in front of her. “Oh! So it was you who gave these goons the what-for! Gotta say, I’m impressed miss…?”

You told her your name and a quick correction on your moniker.

“Mistah? Whadda heck does ‘mistah’ mean?” You were about to correct her on the pronunciation when she went on another tirade. “And another thing! What’s with the flat tits? I know some of youse hero types like to tape the girls up for ‘better agile-ness’ or whatevah, but this is-”

And, as she taps your chest to emphasize her point, Harley Quinn becomes the first woman in the universe to feel the body of a man.

“R-Ridiculous…”

As Harley continued to feel up your chiseled pecks, she peered down to see your hardening member. “Woah momma, that’s quite the lil’ buddy you got there. What sorta specialty shop ya get that beast from?” She asked, unknowingly moving her chest forward to rub up against the incredibly intoxicating surface that is your torso.

You cocked your head to the side puzzled. Looking down, you couldn’t believe that, despite everything, despite losing all you held dear, despite being at the lowest you’ve ever been, you still were getting a stiffy from the first superheroic harlot you find. Well, you then figure, it was Harlot Quinn. Even before you stepped foot into the world of capes and cowls, she was totally up there as one of the top supers you’d be down to clown with. Heh, clown.

Moving her fingerless gloved hand towards what she thinks is an XXXXL size dildo supreme, the harlequin hussy began to chide. “I mean, I’ll admit I’m impressed. I’m not even sure I could take half this brute!” She looks you dead in the eyes while kneeling down, about to grasp whatever’s in those trousers. “I’d probably need a big, strong, savior to help me get it through my tight, juicy snatch~”

RRRRIIIIP! Straight through denim and slapping the bottom of the jester’s chin. Her eyes turned to hearts with a beat of her own.

After a solid ten seconds of her mind rebooting, Harley went straight to work. She’d never done this before, heck she hadn’t even seen a meatslab like this in her life before, but something deep in her genes told her what do with what just left your jeans. She slobbered all over your knob, crimson red lipstick being smeared all over the thing. You came as soon as you reached her throat, voiding a full day’s worth of protein into her stomach, but still giving her a nice parfait-sized load on her tongue as she pulled out.

Leaning back, Ms. Quinn swished your gooey gift between her gums and molars, all while rubbing her full stomach which, unbeknownst to her, was slowly dissolving into her bloodstream, giving her a myriad of perks you’ll both be privy to later. She then pushed you to the ground and stood loud and proud above you, slipping her shorts to the side. “Wow, mistah! You sure do pack a lot of jizz in these balls a’ yours!” You looked at her with confusion. “Yeah, I dunno. All this crass knowledge started pouring into the ol’ canoodle the moment I grabbed this gonzo,” she waggled your wang around while talking about it, secretly lining it up for the main event.

“Ya know, I was about to call ya puddin, but that’s a pretty bog-standard pet name from ol’ Harels Quinn here,” she explained while bending over, having her face mere inches away from yours. “I think that, what with this fun new moniker ya taught me, and me learning what jizz is tastebud-first, I’m thinkin’ I’ll call you…”

She plapped halfway down your cock (seems her assumption was founded), and her whole life before that seemed like a waste.

“MISTAH JAAAAYYY~~~~” she yelled, trying to shove any more of herself onto you. But, like trying to put on a shoe two sizes too small, all she accomplished was squishing all the stuff inside her around. Which mind you, was unbelievably pleasurable to her, Harley’s overloaded snatch having already came nine times and counting. “OH MISTAH J! YOUR DING DONG IS INCREDIBLE! I DON’T KNOW HOW I COULD GO ON WITHOUT IT! PLEASE, MAKE ME YOURS! I HAVE EXPERIENCE IN BEING UNDER SOMEONE’S CONTROL, SO PLEASE! LET ME BE YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE HENCH-BITCH! MY GOD, I HAVEN’T FELT LIKE THIS SINCE ARKHAM, WHEN I FIRST MET-”

You locked lips with her, flipping her so you were on top. You saw in her eyes her already fragile mind shatter, melt, and reform into a ring around your cock. This was one needy clown, and you just bought the circus. You slammed into her even harder, getting all the way to three fifths in, when you shot your spunk to the max. So much came out that it pushed your peg out of her hole, forcing you into cover most all of her in your heavy cream. “Mmhh, puddin…” she muttered before passing out from… well you could guess. In fact, lying down next to her and slipping a hand under her top, you found yourself dozing off too. As you two lovers fell asleep on the surprisingly clean floor of the alley, your minds began to drift somewhere else. a place where answers lay, and where your true mission in this world would soon become clear.