Epilogue: Pre-Maternity Planning

The Whoremonger threw a little party when the Mayor of Metropolis signed the Sexworker Legalization, Unionization, and Training Initiative. Months of hard work had gone into SLUTI, millions of dollars in terms of bribes, brutal crackdowns on rival operations, and crusading reporting by Lois Lane, who had rallied all of Metropolis behind the idea that Sex Work Was Work. With the passage of this act, Lois knew that not only did her organization own all prostitution in Metropolis...but had taken that first, vitally important step to legitimization.

"Much of this work has only been possible with the assistance of two very special ladies," Lois said, raising her glass of champagne in toast. "To Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy!"

There was a ragged cheer and a clink of glasses. Lois sipped her wine, glad to see that both Ivy and Harley were actually drinking theirs. Living this double-life had been exhausting; with SLUTI in place, the vivacious reporter of the Daily Planet could quietly retire to be the public face of the new union...and, essentially, be the Whoremonger full-time.

Of course, there was the question of what to do with her lieutenants.

She sat back as the crowd partied. There were sixty-four "guests"—all quite virile studs, certified free of disease, and under strict instructions not to cum for a week before tonight—not counting security on the doors, wait staff, and a few girls being paid overtime as "entertainment." Lois sat back and tested the biochemical waters, so to speak...yes, all of the women here were ovulating...especially Ivy and Harley. The Whoremonger had been working for months to tweak their schedules and had adjusted the party accordingly.

Harley laughed at some joke, playfully punching her green girlfriend in the arm. The soon-to-be-ex-reporter smiled. The **** and pheromones were taking effect. It was time.

She glided between them, a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Ladies," she said. "I think, given the circumstances, that you haven't been taking proper advantage of all the resources that your employment has to offer."

This close, Lois could see their pupils dilated and cheeks flushed, both of them clearly drunk and in a state of **** sexual excitement.

"Like, whatcha talkin' about WM?" Harley joked. "You want to set us up with dates? I hate to *hic* tell ya, but Greengenes and me are ex-ex-..."

"...Esssclusive," Ivy said, kissing Harley on the cheek.

"Oh, I know that. But I was thinking of our maternity leave program." Lois guided both of the women toward an empty table with a single empty crystal punchbowl.

"We-we ain't pregnant!" Harley giggled. "An...not likely...to..."

"Ah, but you see ladies...that's where the Pre-Maternity Planning comes in." Lois held them both steady as she made a signal.

As a body, the sixty-four male "guests" dropped their trousers and started rubbing their cocks, forming a line before the bowl on the other side of the table. Three at a time, they began to ejaculate into the cut glass. Lois led Harley over to the table and let her down on top of it. With one hand, she deftly pulled down the harlequin's black-and-red drawers, revealing her tiny white panties. Which presently came down too.

"What...are you doing?" Ivy staggered, holding onto Lois Lane's arm.

"Think of it as a science experiment," the Whoremonger told her. Her own cheeks were flushing as male after male spent his seed into the bowl, wiping his cocks off on the edge and then retreating to the back of the line. Fifty men wouldn't fill the bowl..but it would be enough. "You're familiar with hand-pollination?"

"Yezzz," Ivy said, her eyes glued to Harley Quinn's bare pussy.

One of the girls brought Lois a large plastic syringe, about an inch in diameter, and a small clear bottle of lube. The villain turned to Ivy. This was the tricky part, where the whole plan might fall apart...but Lois was a villain, not a monster.

"Haven't you ever wanted to...pollinate...her?"

The green cheeks reddened, suddenly flustered. "Thasss..."

The green eyes stared at the bowl. Each ejaculation was about a tablespoon of cum. Sixteen tablespoons to the cup. Sixty-four guests at a tablespoon each made...four cups. Or a little over, since some of the boys seemed to be a bit generous in the volume department. And the syringe held two cups.

"Do you fear the experiment?" Lois whispered. "Or the results?"

But Ivy was already past the point of listening. She removed the syringe from its packaging and dipped it into the fresh pool of spunk in the bowl. Drew it forth and lubed it generously. Lois helped her stand steady before her lover's pussy, the tip of the syringe wobbling as it descended toward the blonde's waiting pink hole.

"Red...?" Harley stirred. "Is it m'birthday already?"

"Go back to sleep," Ivy said. "I'm working."

"M'kaaaay...." Harley's head sank back over the edge of the table.

Ivy slipped the tube in.

The green-skinned woman was breathing more heavily now. The air was awash with pheromones and the smell of cocks and fresh jizz, **** lowering the plant-woman's inhibitions. But her hands grew steady as she slid the plastic tube all the way into her lover's crotch, until she met resistance...and then pulled back, just a little, and depressed the plunger.

Lois Lane watched in terrible fascination as the cum vanished up Harley Quinn's very fertile pussy...and couldn't keep a smile off her face.

"Leave it in," Lois said, gently pulling Ivy away. "We have another."

"A-nother?" Ivy was suddenly confused, half-limp, and Lois had to carry her to the other side of the table.

"You wouldn't want Harleen to go through motherhood alone, would you?" The Whoremonger crooned, and Poison Ivy had no response to that. No response at all as Lois pulled away the leaf-flap over her own pussy, the dark labia tinted a distinctive green.

One of the girls brought another syringe. Lois soaked up most of the splooge that was left. A moment's hesitation stopped her from repeating what had just happened to Harley Quinn.

"Pamela," Lois said, quietly. "You do want this, don't you?"

Ivy's hand had reached over and found Harley's. The Clown Princess of Crime had begun to snore.

"Yesss..." she whispered, closing those big green eyes.

Which was good enough for Lois as she slid the plastic tube into the supervillain's snatch, and pressed the plunger.

They awoke in the wee hours. Everyone left in the room was drunk and asleep. Harley Quinn rubbed her eyes, knowing she was going to regret last night. She had to pee...and something felt off, something...she stared down at the plastic syringe sticking out of her pussy. Grunting softly, she pulled it out, stared at it without really comprehending...and then her eyes took in the jizz-stained bowl...and the softly snoring form of her girlfriend, a familiar tube sticking out of her own pussy.

"Aw, Red," Harley moaned, wincing as her pussy squelched. "What the fuck did we do last night?"

Somewhere not far away, the Whoremonger allowed herself a maniacal laugh...