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You head up the final set of stairs and finally made it to the top-floor of this high-end, almost palatial penthouse. Although surveying the area reveals it as more of a greenhouse, the floor and shelves lined with pots and plants of all shapes and sizes.

“Hey Red, I’m back!” Harley yelled, certainly not having any qualms with busting into this plant-filled domicile. She continued to yell to the unseen homeowner, getting herself comfortable on a fern-based loveseat. “Good news! I’m staying here for a while, and I brought a new morsel with me!”

“Harley what are you on about,” said the tenant, just waking up and stepping out from behind a corner. Before you stood a redhead who cut a disappointingly slender figure. Despite being taller than Quinn, she had less vavoom on her chest than Kara. Her butt was lacking too, her whole body being wrapped in an off-black bodysuit with leaves and vines strewn atop haphazardly. In spite of her less-than-stellar features, Pamela Isley Poison Ivy still commanded attention with her stern, seductive stature and facial expression. She laid her eyes on you and let out an exasperated sigh. “Quinn, you can’t just waltz back in a month after our last… session, bringing in whatever flat-chested floozy you find off the street.”

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“That’s the thing, Ives. This ain’t no ordinary lady floozy,” she sauntered up to you, sliding her hand across your chest. Then, with one swift motion, she slipped your sweatpants clean down with your penis springing out, already half-hard. “This is a MALE. Ta-da!”

Poison Ivy rose an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your extra appendage. “A male you say? Interesting…” You feel something slither behind you, Pamela using some of her many vines to bring you and Harley closer. The plant lady then proceeded to give you the once over, using said vines to lift your arms, check your reflexes and, of course, analyze your shlong for any eccentricities. Though she never fully laid a finger on you, which was somewhat concerning. “Fascinating, it would seem the pheromones this specimen gives off are unprecedented!”

“Of course they are, Pammy! This hunk can do it all,” Harley expounded while stroking your dick back up to full mast. “And best of all, Mistah J here tastes incredible. Wanna go at him?”

“I’ll do Mister J one better,” Ivy then lifted both of you up into the air, stripping Harley of her leotard in the process. Her vines encoiled your meat, the slick surfaces undulating up and down constantly, causing immense pleasure. As you received her jungle jack-off, Pamela sauntered over, her mouth directly up to your ear. “That’s it, feel the grip of Mother Nature encompassing you. I need you to rocket out a sample from your seed sacks if my plans are to come to fruition.” Wait what was that last part

“OOOHHH, PAMMY HOW I’VE MIIIISSED THIIIISSS~” you’re stirred from your thoughts, turning your head to see Harley being absolutely manhandled (planthandled?), the softest of leaves rubbing all over her body and Venus flytraps suckling at her pert nipples. “YOU GOTTA TRY THIS, PUDDIN! YOUR BEAKER’LL BE BUBBLIN’ OVER WITH THIS KINDA TREATMEEEEEEEENT OOOOOHH MY GOD~~~”

“Glad you’re having fun, sweetheart!” Ivy waved to the clown, before turning back to you, a stern dictatorship in her eyes, upping the tempo on your cock pleasuring without lifting a finger. “Thaaat’s it, you primitive male. Ejaculate aaaall that cellular data so I can use it for my ultimate scheme. Harley’s mine, so if anyone’s going to take over with her as second-in-command, it’s gonna be me. Now be a good little lab rat and cum~”

SPLUUUUURRRRT~

“OOOOOOOHHHH~”

You and Harley came at virtually the same time, both now recovering on the flowerbed beneath you. Poison Ivy stood above, a mighty glob of your man-milk piled onto a Petri dish. “Ha-hah! With this sample, I can reverse-engineer this pitiful man’s pheromones, changing the genome structure to match my own, and use it to put every living woman in the world under my control!”

“What? No Red, don’t do that yet!” Harley pleaded. “Puddin’s still gotta get his mommas back, and he can’t do that if we’re all-”

“Shut up Quinn!” Ooh now that made you mad. “You’re not supposed to love anyone but me, so take your seat and be quiet. As for YOU-” she leaned right down to you, though oddly you saw her eyes starting to droop. “-your going to be my… gonna *yawn* going to… *yawn* why’m I so…” was all she could get out before she slumped over asleep, sample sliding to the floor.

“Well that’s weir-” and then Harley went to beddy-bye.

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