Inside of Poison Ivy's secret lair, Harley and Ivy sat at a table, discussing their plans to conquer Gotham. It was the first they had worked together in years, and so both girls were very excited.
"I'm gonna grab us some drinks, ok love?" Ivy asked Harley, standing up to grab them before getting an answer.
"You bet sis!" Harley watched Poison Ivy as she went to grab a bottle from a nearby cabinet. She noticed how Ivy's tight, black dress clung to her body, accenting her soft, green skin. Her hips and ass were large and plumply shaped, barely concealed by the tight outfit. Harley wasn't at all into women, she was with the Joker for years before their recent breakup, but she could appreciate a beautiful girl when she saw one.
"Mm, much better," Ivy said in her sexy, slow voice. She smiled at Harley before pouring them each a glass, raising it towards Harley for a toast. "Here's to conquering Gotham, and eventually, the world."
"I'll drink to that sis!" Harley laughed, before clinking her glass against Ivy's. She couldn't help but notice that as Ivy leaned forward to toast, her large breasts were straining to stay concealed by the tight dress. Harley couldn't help but blush a bit. Ivy didn't seem to notice.
After a few minutes and a few more sips of alcohol, both girls were pleasantly buzzed as they overlooked various diagrams and maps of Gotham.
"And here," Harley pointed at a map, "That's the one place no guards can see us."
"Ah, smart girl," Ivy said, her voice extremely slow, almost sensual. Harley found this a bit strange, but what was even stranger was when Ivy patted her leg, as if to congratulate her on the breakthrough. And her hand did not leave. Harley was wearing her signature short, short shorts, and so plenty of her skin was exposed. Ivy noticed how deliciously soft and creamy white her skin was as her fingers brushed against her upper leg.
"Uh... Thanks," Harley said, a bit nervously, and was quite relieved when Ivy took her hand back, only to giggle softly to herself. The moment passed, and the two girls plotted some more. Harley volunteered to check through a criminal database, which was neatly compiled on a nearby desk. She got up, drink in hand and quickly got to work.
Sipping her drink, Ivy looked over at the desk, at Harley. There was no chair, a standing desk, and so Harley sort of leaned over it as she went through the files. Ivy noticed the length of her cute, white legs, and how her booty shorts hugged her small, yet perfectly shaped ass. Ivy realized that she couldn't work properly in these conditions. The sight of cute, troublesome Harley was making her increasingly horny, and something had to be done about it. She took one more sip of her drink before silently creeping up behind Harley.
"Find anything useful?" Ivy whispered to Harley from behind, at the same time running her hands along Harley's exposed midriff, against her flat stomach.
"Hey!" Harley, shocked by the ticklish feeling of Ivy's cool hands along her stomach did a prompt 180, turning to face Ivy, whose hands hovered over Harley's sides. Ivy giggled seeing Harley's surprise, softly biting her lower, red lip before speaking.
"You know, you've been working so hard, I thought maybe you deserved a little treat," Ivy leaned in closely, whispering the words in that erotic voice of hers. She placed her hands softly against Harley's sides before placing a few, soft kisses against the side of Harley's neck, just below her ear.
"I... Ivy," Harley struggled to find the words at first, this happening so suddenly. Ivy's flowing, red hair tickled her skin as Ivy's thick, red lips placed a few more kisses, lower down her neck. It actually started to feel very good. It scared Harley, and so she quickly blurted out, "Ivy, I'm not into girls."
"Oh Harley, you know me. You should know I'm not like most girls." Ivy examined Harley's face as she said this. Her quivering, pink lips, her cute face resting underneath those pigtails, it was too much. She pressed her taller body against Harley, her hands sliding slowly to the exposed skin on Harley's back. "I'm gonna kiss you now, ok?" She spoke the words right up against Harley's lips, the sweet breath from her mouth tickling them.
"Sis, Ivy... This is..." Harley had trouble finding the words. She had never had a sexual thought about another girl in her life, let alone Ivy, but she felt strangely turned on as Ivy's fingers danced against the bare skin on her lower back, and even more so when Ivy's juicy lips brushed against hers.
"Mm, you're such a little cutie babe," Ivy moaned the words against Harley's lips before dominating her mouth with slow, gentle kisses. Ivy's hands crept further down the back of Harley, her fingers dipping below the waist band of Harley's tight booty shorts. "And such a cute, little ass too."
"Ivy.. babe, I still don't know about... this." But she felt her pussy growing wetter by the second, and let out the softest moan when she felt Ivy lowering her shorts from behind, her smooth hands grabbing Harley's exposed ass cheeks, softly squeezing them.
"You talk too much babe," Ivy giggled, enjoying the feeling of Harley's soft, perky ass cheeks in her hands. She lowered Harley's shorts more, squeezing tighter. "Here, this will keep you quiet." Ivy once again pressed her lips to Harley's, this time extending her tongue, sliding it between Harley's lips. Her long, wet tongue wrapped around Harley's like a vine from one of her plants, sucking slowly on it. Harley's soft moan of approval was all the encouragement Ivy needed to keep going, deepening the hot kiss, using her grip on Harley's cheeks as leverage as she began to press her body against her.
Harley was feeling very confused about this, but also couldn't deny how good it all felt, the way Ivy's hands caressed her ass as her long tongue darted in and out of her mouth. Ivy was just as horny, her nipples visibly hard, poking through the skin tight dress. Harley noticed this immediately. Being shorter than Ivy, her massive tits were practically in her face the entire time.
"Mm, you like my tits baby?" Ivy moaned out to Harley. "Here." And very delicately, Ivy slid the shoulders of her dress down, the black dress falling to the floor, leaving Ivy in nothing but a pair of tiny, black underwear. "Go ahead," Ivy said, rubbing one of her large tits and moving forward, bringing it towards Harley's lips. "Have a taste."
"Umm," Harley was unsure, but feeling Ivy's hard nipple brush against her lip she slowly, shyly began to press her lips against it.
"Mm, yes girl," Ivy moaned, leaning forward. She nearly collapsed against Harely when she felt those cute lips wrap around her areola, her cute, pink tongue rolling over her nipple.
It was just at this moment that outside, on an upper portion of Ivy's lair, Batman was stealthily moving along. He had been plotting for some time to storm this not so secret lair, and tonight was the night. Peeking in through a window, he planned to do some quick reconnaissance work, but was shocked by what he saw. There was Poison Ivy, in nothing but a pair of black panties, her hands down the back of Harley Quinn's pants, groping her creamy white ass. The two were making out slowly, Ivy seeming to control the pace, the way Harley stumbled around against her. Batman could hear soft moans from the two girls, and his cock began to grow painfully hard in his pants. He reached down and began to stroke his growing cock over his pants as he watched the erotic scene unfold. He could wait a little longer to drop in, he thought to himself.
Back down below, the make out session was growing increasingly intense, both girls close to an orgasm as they moaned into each other's kisses, rubbing their hot bodies together. That's when Harley noticed something out of the corner of her eye, or rather, two things. A thin, green vine slowly descended from the ceiling on either side of her.
"Ivy, what's with your plants?" She asked, confused.
