Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How Does Harley Quinn Respond?

Red? Baby Me.

The hotpants came down, sliding over those pale cheeks. Lois Lane, pinned beneath Poison Ivy's ass, could see everything. No underwear, of course. The slit was hairless, colored blue on one side and pink on the other, just like her hair. Just above the crotch, which was swollen and puffy-looking, was a tattoo: "Property of Pamela."

The "Pamela" looked new, and had a couple of little curling, vine-like embellishments. Given Harley's history, the reporter figured it for a cover-up...and wondered whether the Joker would be pissed if he knew.

"Come over this way then, and squat down. This pollen isn't viable forever." Ivy said.

"Can I help?" Lois said, eager to get the weight of the villain off of her tits.

"You are helping," Ivy said, as the bottomless Harley Quinn strode away.

The reporter was put out. Here she was, helpless, still half-caked in Ivy's pollen, and doing who-knows-what with...

Lois felt something warm start to envelop her pollen-covered fingers. Warm and tight, not unlike Poison Ivy's own love tunnel, but if anything a little tighter, but less slick.

"Fuck!" Harley said. "How much of this do I have to take?"

"All of it," Ivy said, leaning forward. The villain's grip drove Lois Lane's pollen-covered hand up further, burying more of her fingers in the tight snatch. "Just butch up, Harley. Remember, a woman's cunt is made to pass a child..."

"Yeah, but I usually warm up a bit before a fistin'!" The clown shot back.

Lois Lane, meanwhile, was treated to a rather spectacular close-up view of Poison Ivy's pussy and ass.

I really shouldn't, Lois thought, feeling the pollen still coating her face and tongue, staring at the exposed genitalia in front of her. Wicked thoughts were pressing through her mind, and the two villains were ignoring her.

Then again, turnabout is fair play...