The Woman That Started It All, Harley

Jets of gas expelled from the new orifices on Harley's palms, smothering the helpless bystanders in a cloud of green. When the cloud parted, those infected by the noxious fumes were driven mad with lust, tearing at each other's clothes and engaging in a wild orgy in the middle of the street as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered. Harley giggled triumphantly at the lewd, wild sight.

She never expected to take a dose from her own gas, but Harley certainly couldn't complain about the results. Sure, having a pair of palm pussies was weird, but now she had a power and a gimmick to call her own! Harley Quinn would make a name for herself blanketing the world in her Happy, Horny Harley Gas. And to think, it was all because that flying bimbo crashed into her.

"Y'know, the next time I see Supergirl, I really oughta thank her." Harley mused to herself as she stalked the streets, looking for her next victims.

"Consider this your lucky day then, Quinn."

Out of nowhere, touching down from the night's sky was Supergirl, her sudden entrance causing Harley to fall flat on her rear. From her point of view, the Girl of Steel wasn't looking too hot. Her hair was mussed and disheveled - and those Super's always maintained perfect hair even during flight! - her uniform rumpled and stained in sweat, and her eyes wide and wild. Also, Harley was quite sure she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

Steadying herself and swallowing her fear, confident in her trump card, Harley smirked at the Kryptonian. "Well, blondie, didn't have enough the first time? Well, by all means, have some seconds!"

Harely thrust out both her hands, giving Supergirl both barrels as she flooded her with gas. The green mist swallowed Supergirl, Harley full expecting for a horned up Superslut to emerge and eagerly eat her out, but, instead, Supergirl inhaled deeply, sucking up the entirety of the toxic miasma through her nose. Supergirl let out a deep, content sigh, exhaling slight wisps of green, as her eyes took on a feverish quality, moaning while she cupped her breasts and rubbed her pussy through her skirt.

To say that Harley Quinn was freaked out would be a gross understatement.

But, before the fledgling solo villain could escape, Supergirl was on her, throttling her and holding her aloft. Harley kicked helplessly as Supergirl flashed a vicious smirk.

"And running into you, hard as it might seem, that makes it my lucky day, too." Supergirl said, paying no attention to the infected citizens still fucking like animals all around. Other victims of Harley's gas. "See, ever since our encounter, I've been an utter mess, and I've been struggling about who could help me. Then I realized, there's only one person who can give me what I need, what I want.

"You!"

Supergirl then pulled Harley in to a deep, sensual kiss, earning a muffled yelp of surprise from Quinn, who never thought Supergirly swung that way. But, soon, any form of resistance or enjoyment faded from Harley, whose eyes were blacked over, will and thought drained as Supergirl had her way with her.

"I need you, Quinn, the source of that horrid, noxious poison that's infected me." Supergirl said, smacking her lips as she broke the kiss, before roughly dumping Harley to the ground. "And I need more! So, you're gonna be my happy, dumb little hench-slut from now one, got it?"

A fanatical and worshipful smile spread across Harley's lips, like how she used to look at The Joker, how she looked at Ivy, but now her attention was all on Supergirl. "Sure thing Miss K, whatever ya say!" She cheered, giggling, throwing her arms around Supergirl's legs and rubbing her face against her thigh in a fawning manner, eager to serve and obey.

Supergirl could only smirk in victory. She had a brainwashing kiss and a loyal bimbo of a henchwoman who could produce toxic gas at will. How far she had fallen, and how little she cared. She had what she came for, and now the world was open to her.