Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Is Lois Lane's Idea?

Get Ivy To Pollinate Them Both

"Look, this isn't working," Lois Lane said, "I mean yes, there's some pollen getting in there, but if you really want to get it in deep where it'll do...the most good...I have an idea..."

Which is how, after much finagling, Lois Lane ended up lying face-to-face, tit-to-tit on top of Harley Quinn. Marijuana plants curled like vines around their arms and legs, so that the women were spread-eagled, their pussies bare...and Poison Ivy was working on a special Y-shaped hollow phallic tuber.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, LL?" Harley asked.

"Don't you want to get knocked up?" Lois said.

"Well, yeah. But do you want to get knocked up?"

Lois rubbed her naked body against the criminal's. Maybe it was some side effect of Ivy's pollen, or all the marijuana around them, but the reporter was unable to control herself. She was sweating beneath the grow lights, her pussy burned, and the odd numbness of Ivy's juices had turned into a strange tingling.

"Look," the reporter said, "we could talk about this or...OR...we can make out like a pair of wet sluts while we wait for your girlfriend to knock us up!"

Harley Quinn looked up at Lois...and saw something in those crazed, dilated eyes. Something strangely familiar. A kind of madness she had known before. She gave Lois a crooked smile.

"Yeah, okay."

Their lips met, hot and hard. Lois writhed within her bonds, rubbing her body against that of the Clown Princess of Crime. Harley Queen had the body of an Olympic acrobat...all sinew and whalebone, hard muscle and hard nipples. The reporter's body was thin, but softer, and her need was greater. Between their bodies, sweat, pollen, and THC crystals formed a sticky mess, and Lois could almost feel her pussy leaking down to drip on Harley's pale puss...

"Alright!" Ivy said from behind them. "Are you ladies ready to get knocked up?"