Harley toys with her toy

"Massage chair?" *Scribble-scribble-scribble* "Nice..."

"Lazer Sword?" *Scribble-scribble-scribble* "Heheheheehehhhheeee!! Sweeeet!"

"Uhh... oh shit! I know!" *Scribble-scribble-scribble* "A UNICORN!!!!!!!!!!"

A unicorn appeared amid the literal pile of random items, from headphones to ceiling fans, bee-styled cups, and truck engines. A desk. Pink toilet. Tank with wings. Tiara. Scuba diving suit. Empty box. Two cats. Broken chainsaw. Seven packets of syrup. A cash register. Gas pump. And an orange gumball machine. But of course, all of that failed to the UNICORN she was riding!

Though the mystical animal didn't seem to appreciate her getting on its back, the horse abruptly launched her off and, with its hind legs, kicked her directly back and through the large windows to Ivy's apartment. As she crashed through the shattering glass, Harley breathed out a gasp of glee, pain, and more glee from being kicked by a literal unicorn. It was a thirteen-year-old Harley's dream! Then, only after a few seconds, she realized she should be falling down seral flights onto the street below.

"Oh yeah! I have hover boots! Hahahaaa! Fuck all of you!" Harley shouted to the busy street below her. She turned around and jutted out her ass adorned by newly acquired Flash-themed PJs towards the onlooking crowd. "I can fly fuckers! Hahahaa!!" She spun in the air and let out a joyous. "Whoooo!!" Before turning to hover back through the broken window, while a few people below looked up and rolled their eyes.

"This is exactly what I needed..." She sighed and flew to a resting position atop her massage chair. Which, of course, turned into a reclining throne, three times the size of Ivy's pathetic plant seat.

Oh, speaking of plants. Ivy's little guys might be having a hard time breathing under her new collection of items.

Hmmmm...

"Sun.. flower... pot..." Harley mumbled while writing down the words. "There!" A potted plant appeared in her hand, and she abruptly tossed it behind her to add to the pile of junk. "Don't say I didn't do anything for ya'h Ives." She said before bringing her raspberry slushy to her lips.

As she was happily sucking on its contents, she heard a quiet rumble coming from somewhere in the apartment covered with random junk. The sound stopped but resumed a few seconds later.

What the...

Oh shit her phone!

After what was literally thirty minutes of fishing through the sea of random items, she finally found her phone and noticed over twenty missed calls from Ivy.

Before she could do anything, her phone began ringing again.

"This is Harls speaking." She said to the phone with a smile.

"HARLEY!!!! The landlord is hounding my ass! He says a fucking unicorn is chewing up the reception desk! WHAT IS GOING ON!?"

"OOOmmmMMigawdd! Ivs! You-"

"Whatever you're doing. STOP! Seriously Harls, I leave for one hour..."

"Woah, it's only been an hour?"

"Yeah, I know. I- Oh shit... fucking fuck-" From Harley's phone, the sounds of Ivy cursing under her breath following by gunshots and quick feet running, came through the speakers. "She went left! My left or your left? Fuck head! We have the same fucking left!"

"Uh, you okay?" Asked Harley.

After a few seconds, Ivy responded with a hushed tone. One fully laced with annoyance. "Oh. I'm fine. But you won't be if you don't fix that shit before I get back!"

*Beedoop*

The call clicked off.

"Nagnagnagnagnagnagnag," Harley mimicked Ivy's tone of voice by using her hand as a makeshift puppet. "It's not my fault the unicorn was hungry... fuck, I should've got unicorn food... whatever. I can just make another fucking reception desk."

She sat back on her throne, and after several minutes of time wasted looking for the T.V remote, she just used her new book to conjure up a new one.

"Meh. Boring. Dull. Eh. Seen it. Meh. Boring. Dull. Eh. Seen it. Meh. Boring. Dull. Wonder Woman..." Harley paused her continued scrolling when the Amazonian goddess herself appeared onscreen. "Of course. Another goddamn Wonder Woman beatdown. It's all the same!"

The location of this current encounter was, yet again, at the very same street she apprehended the other villains. Why was it always that street? Fuck if she knew.

"Petty crime such as this is beneath you, Barbara." Wonder Woman floated above the ground; her arms were resting defiantly on each side of her curved hip.

"I'd agree." Cheetah's predatory voice rang cold. She was crouched atop a vacant vehicle as if waiting for the slightest movement from the Amazonian. "But in this case, I have my reasons."

Wonder Woman sighed. She glanced back at the villainess and, without warning, dashed forward with a raised fist.

The attack barely missed Cheetah. She leaped back in the knick of time, leaving Wonder Woman to have her fist lodged through the now crushed car.

Cheetah landed on an elevated light post.

"Please. Surrender now." Wonder Woman pulled her first out of the vehicle as if the metallic automobile was but mere paper. "Any form of resistance will only serve to worsen your sentence."

"I'll take my chances." Cheetah spat and turned to leap towards the top of a closely located building.

"So be it." With a disappointed exhale, Wonder Woman unhooked her lasso and launched it forward with a simple flick of her wrist.

The golden rope collided with Cheetah's ankle and wrapped a secure grip around her while it glowed intensely. The villainess let out a surprised gasp as Wonder Woman pulled her back.

Cheetah's face thumped against the concrete floor, leaving her dazed and disoriented. Before she could gather her senses, Wonder Woman floated gradually into the air and brought Cheetah up with her. The cat was suspended upside down by her right ankle when she recovered and shook her head.

"If you choose to not comply by your own free will, then I have **** but to compel you." Wonder Woman tightened her hold on the lasso. It's glowing increased, and Cheetah let out a piercing feline-like grunt.

"Wow, look at that," Harley said sarcastically; her mouth was stuffed with buttery popcorn. "Wonder Woman won again! Pffff..." She glanced down to the book resting in her lap. "Heh... If only I could do shit to other people. Like this would be more entertaining if she had my panties shoved up her mouth." While lamenting, Harley idly wrote in her book. When she glanced back up to the T.V., she abruptly gasped and began to **** on a popcorn kernel at what she saw.

With a very familiar-looking pair of panties lodged in her mouth, Wonder Woman was in the same position as before; Cheetah still held upside down by her foot. But... she had her panties shoved up her fucking mouth!

Holy shit.

Harley looked down at what she had written.

''Wonder Woman always fights crime with Harley's panties crammed in her pie hole.''

Hold on... she can edit shit about other people? And.. It even worked on some kind of goddess!?

Harley glanced around to the room coated in random shit.

Has she been thinking too surface level?

Back on the screen, Wonder Woman was trying to communicate with her feline captive, but Harley's panties were muffling every and any words that the amazonian attempted to mutter.

"Wmppfgy agrmhpp nngu mmmffing gimmhhf?"

Harley pulled forward her flash-themed pajama bottom out of curiosity to check if she was still wearing her panties. And yeah. Her crotch was bare as day.

Awesome!

"Eh?" Cheetah grunted in confusion as she attempted to shift out of the lasso's grasp.

"Pfffffahaha! Now this is more entertaining!" Harley chuckled and wrote something else down.

''Wonder Woman's lasso forces people to be aroused instead of telling the truth.''

As in on cue, the lasso's glowing caused Cheetah to let out a lustful howl. She began to rub her thighs together and bite her lips while her nude body grew noticeably moist. Her breasts even began to reveal the distinct outline of hardened nipples through her furry female form.

"Fuck. Now I want to be tied up.."

''Wonder Woman is called Wonder Whore, and she uses her sexy body to hold down people instead of her lasso. She will prioritize her enemies' arousal to incapacitate them over fighting."

After a single blink, Wonder Woman was no longer holding Cheetah up by her ankle. She was now sitting atop the feline's face, while one hand teased the cat's large breasts and her other held her lasso, which was wrapped around Cheetah's thigh.

Cheetah was moaning directly into the muffle that was Wonder Woman's ass. The amazonian shifted her position so that her two pillowy and warm cheeks were on either side of the villainesses head. She tried to say something herself, but Harley's panties restricted her voice in a similar manner to the way her ass restricted Cheetah's lustful cries.

Wonder Woman bounced atop her captive's face. Her corset-clad tits jiggled within their top while Cheetah rubbed her moist thighs together, entrapping her own hands that were frantically stimulating her snatch.

"When Wonder Woman cums while her lasso has someone tied down, that person will cum too.''

"Perfect." She breathed. But the camera angle wasn't good enough for her.

''News cameras will zoom in and out when needed to show the perfect sexy angles. Like a high-budget porno.''

The camera instantly shifted directly over Wonder Woman's shoulder. It displayed a perfect view down into her cleavage, which was large enough to make it impossible to see the face below that the amazonian was pouncing on. But it did show Cheetah's toned sweaty figure and perfectly thick legs that were frantically slapping against each other while she hungrily masturbated.

This was getting Harley more than a little hot and bothered. She had a breathy and silent moan slip through her lips. But, right as she began to lip her hands under her Pj pants, there was a mighty muffled moan from the television. Wonder Woman released a powerful cry of pleasure, one stifled by Harley's worn panties, which was the only warning as she came in her tight blue star-spattered underwear. Her cream filled the tight underwear quickly and splattered against her inner thighs and directly on Cheetah's face. Though, Cheetah was too preoccupied creaming herself to notice the cum that soaked into her nose and the crease of her lips. Her own cum splattered on and between her hands and fingers as she heavily breathed in and out Wonder Woman's musky sweat-coated ass through the amazonian cum splattered on her face.

"Dammit!" Cussed Harley as she drew back her finger. "Fuck you Wonder Woman... or... Pffhahaha! Wonder Whore."

She had totally forgotten about that name change until she noticed the text that flew across the screen.

'Breaking News! Wonder Whore took down the dangerous Cheetah and secured the stolen funds with zero casualties!'

"Heh... Wonder Whore... heheh..." Harley breathed an amused sigh. That shit is hilarious... but she's still fucking horny.

''I have the justice league's freshly worn underwear sitting on my lap.''

Right as she finished, on her lap and under the book appeared a collection of underwear.

"Oh hell yeah!" She cheered before picking up the first one at random and pressing it against her nostrils to breathe in the used musky scent. "Ahhh...." She exhaled and then took a second look at the underwear.

"Whose are you...?" The underwear was generic and white and gave off zero clues as to who it belonged to.

''The justice league, and all heroes and heroines in general, wear underwear with the logo of their hero persona adorned on it like scattered dots.''

The underwear in her hand was suddenly much more apparent. It had the superman logo on it; the sight made Harley whip out one mischievously perverted grin. She took another long inhale of the worn underwear before shifting her sights back to her lap. There was underwear and panties and bras galore! She quickly noticed panties with the Wonder Woman ''W'' logo scattered about. It was very moist and coated in cum, so of course, she shoved that thing right up against her nostrils to breathe in the freshly creamed scent.

"Fuck..." She sighed after a full minute passed of her breathing in Wonder Woman's musk. "Who next?" She tossed the pantie aside and looked down.

There was Batman's, The Flash, Zatanna's, Green Arrow's, Black Canary's, Vixen's, Martian Manhunter's, Hawkgirl's, or was that Hawkman? Wait no, that's a bra...

*Thump*

"Huh?!"

*Thump!*

Harley looked towards the front door, which was partially blocked off by her random assortment of items.

*THUMP!*

The door crashed open, and one sizable plant-like vine jutted through the open doorway before it retreated back.

"Harley! What the hell!?"

"Ives!"