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TITLE: Arkham City Dryads

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Batman: Arkham City or any characters from it. No profit is being made.

PAIRING: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

NOTE: And again I give a fic that's probably going to be a one-shot a title befitting the multi-part fic I got stuck in my head. I wonder if that's a good or a bad habit.

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Poison Ivy sat on her throne of leaves, waiting for Harley to arrive. She was somewhat annoyed with herself for doing so, but didn't have much choice. She could sense her approach somehow, in much the same way she could sense the position of the sun (which was currently somewhere on the other side of the planet). And because she knew Harley would soon twirl into her life again, it was pointless to really do anything else because it'd only get rudely interrupted.

A vision of black, red and white somersaulted into Ivy's world of green and struck a pose.

"Hiya, Red!"

"Hello, Harl," Ivy said, trying not to smile.

Harley Quinn jumped onto Poison Ivy's lap and affectionately threw her arms around her shoulders. Her nubile body felt pleasantly warm against Ivy's mostly bare skin.

"How's my favouritest galpal?" Harley asked.

"I'm your only friend," Ivy pointed out. "And I'm fine. You?"

"Totally honky-dory!" Harley replied.

"Oh, Harl," Ivy said, reaching up to stroke her friend's blonde hair. "When will you learn you can't lie to me? And even if you could, it's hardly a secret the Joker is at death's door."

"How'd you know that?" Harley asked. "You keep telling me you're gonna stay out of the city's business."

"Word still reaches me through the grapevine."

"Well, it's totally not true. Mr. J's just a little peaky, that's all. Besides, even if it was true, which it's not, we have a plan in the works that'll fix everything just right."

"And in the meantime, here you are, clinging to me for comfort," Ivy said.

"Comfort? Nah. I'm just here to fuck. Feeling up for some fun?"

"Aren't you the elegant seductress," Ivy said. "And why come to me? The Joker not doing it for you any more?"

"Come on, don't be like that, Red," Harley said, squirming deliciously against Ivy's body. "A girl's got needs, you know?"

"Better than you, I think."

"Welp, let's get started."

Harley jumped out of Ivy's arms and began peeling off her tight leather outfit. Poison Ivy leaned her head to one side as she watched her. There was no teasing, no dancing, no gyrating, not even a single seductive glance or a hint of playfulness. She just stripped as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The Joker really did stand with one foot in the grave, then.

Smiling, Poison Ivy rose slowly from her throne and walked to a workbench she had lovingly crafted by carefully growing a promising tree branch in the right shape. A small row of syringes had been laid out on top of it, each filled with thick, green liquid.

It was true, Ivy didn't have any interest in ruling the decrepit slum that was Arkham City and didn't feel the need to join in on the pointless turf war. But that didn't mean she didn't have a few ambitions of her own.

"What's that you got there?" Harley asked when Poison Ivy turned towards her, syringe in hand.

"A simple gift," Ivy replied. "Give me you arm."

"Didn't you already give me a shot once?" Harley asked, confusion clear in her voice but offering Ivy one of her bare arms anyway.

"This is something different," Ivy said, putting the needle to Harley's skin.

"Ouch."

"Don't worry, Harl, I'll kiss it and make it better," Ivy said while she lowered the plunger.

Once she'd finished injecting Harley with her concoction, Ivy calmly put the empty syringe away, then undid the single button that just barely allowed her top to stay on. The garment fell to the floor, leaving her entirely naked - a state that rarely bothered her unless Harley looked at her green skin with lust in her eyes. Much like she did now, in fact.

Harley innocently put her finger on her bottom lip. "Can I get my kiss now?" she asked.

"Patience, Harl. You'll get what you want."

Poison Ivy moved behind Harley, embraced the naked jester's waist and pulled her close until her bare back pressed too uncomfortably against her green breasts. Harley smelled of greasepaint, meat and lust, a mixture that would have been nauseating had it come from anyone else. She moved her hands up to her friend's breasts and slowly caressed their soft underside.

Harley giggled and sighed while the scent of her lust intensified.

Ivy kissed Harley's neck while her skilled fingers ran across the jester's soft and sensitive skin. She was quite fond of the way those soft globes felt against her palms and delighted in every opportunity she got to play with them. It was such a shame that Harley's tastes tended to be more... direct.

In recognition of Harley's impatient nature, not the mention the fact her injection would soon take effect, Poison Ivy let one hand wander down Harley's athletic body and slip between her legs. Harley trembled with arousal when Ivy's green fingers found her moist pussy. The red-haired dryad explored her friend's folds, even though she no longer really needed to. She was, after all, quite familiar with Harley's body and knew exactly just were to touch her to make her gasp, or moan or come.

For now, Ivy's skilled fingertips moved across Harley's sensitive flesh in ways that made the blonde tremble with arousal. The weight of her naked body seemed to grow as Harley leaned against her, her shaking legs less and less able to support her.

When it finally happened, Poison Ivy could feel it a few moments before Harley squeaked in surprise. Standing behind the blonde as she did, Ivy could not really see what was happening, but her fingertips could move up from Harley's pussy to feel her flesh shaping itself into a cock.

It was quite amusing, really, knowing that Harley was growing a cock but only being able to feel that manhood forming, feeling its heat against her palm, hearing Harl's heart beat faster as she panted heavily with arousal and bewilderment.

"The hell is that?" Harley said.

"It's a penis, Harl," Ivy purred softly into Harley's ear, wrapping her green fingers around the still growing shaft and stroking it up and down. "I made it just for you."

That was technically a lie, but there was no reason to let Harley know.

"That's just whacked out."

Poison Ivy laughed quietly, seductively in a way she knew would make Harley shiver.

"No need to be modest. I know you're enjoying this, Harl. I can tell. So..." she added when she judged Harley's new dick to be more or less fully formed. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Harley giggled nervously. "May as well I guess."

Poison Ivy swept around Harley's naked body and kneeled down in front of her. The blonde's pale pussy glistened with arousal, just begging to be pleased by her tongue. But above that tempting flesh stood her proud new cock, fully erect, twitching slightly to the tune of the lust surging through Harley's tense body.

Ivy licked her lips with anticipation, her entire body heating up deliciously at the dual sights of Harley's lust. Hard cock had never really done it for her - not in her true life, anyway. But now she realised the reason she had been so totally unimpressed by thick penises until now was simply because none of them had ever been attached to Harley.

Ivy leaned forward and let her lips brush against Harley's meaty shaft. The blonde squealed in surprise at the no doubt entirely new sensation running through her body. Ivy laughed, parted her lips and dragged her tongue across Harley's rigid manhood from the base to just below her sensitive head.

Harley's cock tasted more or less exactly like the rest of Harley's body. Ivy wasn't surprised, but also wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or not. Harley was very much a girl, after all, and she vaguely felt that her manhood should be different somehow. But of course that was an irrational thought. Harley's new dick was just as much a part of her as her arms or her legs or her tits or her pussy.

Ivy kissed Harley's with an enthusiasm that surprised even herself. Her lips never stopped moving, her tongue eagerly licking and lapping at the thick rod. Every time her mouth touched her friend's cock, Harley moaned with delight. And it was a familiar moan too, one full of lustful appreciation. It seemed Harley's trepidations about suddenly becoming a dickgirl had melted away in the fires of pleasure. Ivy felt it was her duty to keep it that way.

And it wasn't just Harley's body that was on fire. Poison Ivy's own body filled with the heat that came from pleasuring her friend. Her pussy tingled, yearning for Harl's tongue or fingers. Unwilling to stop pleasing Harley's cock, but unable to ignore the demands of her own body, Ivy's right hand moved in between her legs, her fingers toying with her dark green clit.

Poison Ivy moaned as she began masturbating herself, but the sound was smothered by Harley's thick cock pressing against her lips. Instead, the lustful noise seemed to travel through the blonde's naked body and came forth from her mouth in a pleasured groan more filled with pleasure than any of her previous moans.

Having practically bathed Harley's cock in her saliva, Ivy decided to move on and wrapped her lips around the blonde's yearning purple head, slowly taking her rigid member into her warm mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Harley whimpered quietly, her voice barely audible over the ever-present rustling of leaves.

Thinking more with her pussy than her head, Ivy felt the urge to take the whole of Harley's cock down her throat, but managed to resist that mindless, animal impulse. She wasn't exactly experienced at sucking cock, after all, and Harley was quite impressively hung so that Ivy wasn't sure she could've swallowed her full length even if she had been an experienced hand at sucking dick.

Poison Ivy calmly bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along Harley's hot shaft. She started small, barely covering the tip of Harley's dick at first. Her mouth traveled further and further down her friend's cock and before long she could take about half of the blonde's length into her mouth to suck and lick and kiss.

Finally finding a length she was comfortable with, Ivy upped her pace, sucking down harder and faster on Harley's dick. As her head bobbed enthusiastically up and down, her long red hair was swept forward and back, becoming an even more tangled mess than it had already been. Ivy barely noticed it. In fact, she barely even noticed the throbbing cock she was busy pleasing. It was Harley's moans that filled her senses, the pleasured trembling of her naked body, the pleading whimpers. And, admittedly, her own green fingers still playing with her incredibly wet pussy.

"Red, it's... I..."

Harley screamed when she came, her cock throbbing hotly in Ivy's mouth. Poison Ivy held still, instinctively expecting a flood of semen that never came. Though it twitched and jerked within the confines of her soft lips, the only fluids filling Ivy's mouth was her own saliva.

Harley's pussy was a different story, however. Shortly after Harl's scream of release had filled Ivy's ears, she had moved the hand that had been between her own legs over to Harley. Her climaxing slit tightened around Ivy's fingers, coating the green digits in the intimate juices of her orgasm.

"Fuck," Harley breathed when it was seemingly over.

"I'm glad you're pleased," Poison Ivy said, rising to her feet.

Harley looked at her with glazed eyes and a goofy grin on her face. "You are the bestest friend a girl could have, I ever tell you that?"

"Not nearly often enough," Ivy said. "But..."

"Hmm?"

Poison Ivy pushed herself against Harley's body, their breasts becoming squeezed together, her lower bodyn pressing against Harley's still-hard dick.

"Are you up for some more 'fun'?" Ivy asked.

Harley's goofy grin turned decidedly impish. "I'm still up, aren't I?"

Smiling, Ivy leaned back, lying down on her throne of leaves as it became a bed of vines. She spread her legs, then reached down to spread her pussy. It wasn't seductive or elegant, but at the moment Poison Ivy was beyond caring. She didn't want to play games with Harley, she wanted her cock.

Fortunately, Harley seemed similarly inclined, kneeling between her slender green legs and grasping her pale dick to guide it into its proper destination. Ivy hissed when she felt the tip of Harley's cock brush against her wet slit. A soft moan escaped from her lips when the blonde moved her shaft up and down her folds, as though wanted to coat the head in her juices.

Harley abruptly thrust forward, pushing the full length of her impressive shaft into Ivy's tight pussy. The redhead screamed at the mixture of pleasure and pain that become more and pain and less pleasure the deeper Harley pushed.

"Not that far," Ivy snarled.

"Sorry, Red," Harley said, pulling back far enough for the pain to fade.

"Better," Ivy sighed.

Now that the stab of pain had passed, Ivy became very much aware of the cock inside of her. It was deeper than Harl's fingers had ever gone. Thicker, too. The rigid appendage pressed beautifully against her tight tunnel and Ivy her heart beat increase at the mere thought of feeling it slide along her inner walls.

The thought soon became reality when Harley began moving her hips back and forth and her thick cock ignited a pleasure within her green pussy that rapidly spread through the rest of her naked body. She couldn't full enjoy the experience yet, though, instinctively held back by the fear that Harley would again push too far too soon.

Her fears seemed unfounded, however. Eager though Harley no doubt was to fuck her, she had just come and in Ivy's experience that usually tended to mellow her for a bit. In fact, the nubile blonde seemed almost too careful, moving at a slow, leisurely pace better suited to foreplay than fucking.

"Alright, Harl," Ivy said. "You can fuck me harder than that."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Harley," Ivy said, her voice turning harsh. "I want you make me come, understand?"

"Well... OK then."

Poison Ivy moaned happily when Harley did indeed speed up, thrusting into her a little hard. Ivy could tell she was still holding back, but the faster pace made her pleasure burn brighter all the same. She closed her eyes and allowed her lust to envelop her mind, secure in the knowledge that Harley would take care of her.

Poison Ivy allowed her defences to fall one by one to purify the erotic sensations within her. Her breath turned to continuous moans, her heart beat joyfully and she wrapped her slender green legs around Harley's waist. She didn't pull her inside of herself as far as possible (though the pleasured haze that was her mind became ever more tempted by the idea to be filled completely), but she did use her locked ankles to guide Harley's rhythm and to speed it up when she wanted her to.

Harley's moans soon mingled with Ivy's, no doubt when she, too, let go of her fears and the two women lost themselves in their shared pleasure. It was a state the two of them rarely fell into, when their two bodies moved as one and their feelings turned into a perfect harmony. Neither of them had to think about what they were doing, they just had to be, even though they might not be completely sure any more just who exactly they were.

Harley leaned forward just as Ivy reached up to embrace her. The green-skinned redhead pulled her lover close, arms and legs wrapped around her, their bare breasts rubbing together as their bodies shook in mutual pleasure. Ivy could no longer identify which moans were hers and wich were Harley's and didn't care. Her cock was thrusting inside her pussy and her pussy was squeezing her cock and they were both stumbling towards a shared nirvana.

But they weren't quite there yet.

"Harder, Harl."

This time Harley didn't ask her if she was sure and just did as she was asked. Poison Ivy grunted when she felt her lover penetrate her deeper still and a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She laughed when she realised the full length Harley's cock filled her again, but it was brief one quickly smothered by lustful moans.

Her shuddering body wrapped completely around Harley's, her pussy feeling every rapid stroke of her impressive shaft deep within her, Poison Ivy knew with ever growing certainty she wouldn't be able to contain her pleasure much longer. She struggled against it as best she could, knowing on some base level that to come would mean separation from Harley. She wanted to live in this moment forever, their bodies and feelings inseparable, fucking for the rest of eternity.

She couldn't.

Poison Ivy and Harley froze simultaneously, Ivy's pussy clamping down on Harley's throbbing cock. They moaned loudly as the came together, clinging together desperately as their shared orgasm surged violently through both their bodies. Ivy felt her pussy tighten around and release Harley climaxing cock and despaired when she couldn't feel a single drop of her semen come into her womb. Part of her know that, later, she would be grateful for that fact, but right now the absence of Harley's seed being sowed in her womb was an unwelcome shadow in the blazing sun of their orgasm.

Ivy and Harley's shared climax passed all too soon and the two disentangled slowly and painfully. Poison Ivy removed her arms and legs from Harley's body and let them lie on her sylvan bed where they fell. She breathed heavily, suddenly feeling incredibly tired.

"Wow," Harley said.

"Hmm," Ivy agreed.

Harley carefully pulled her shaft out of Ivy, causing both of them to wince. Once her dick plopped free she rolled off Ivy and lay down next to her, staring up at the ceiling.

"That was pretty sweet," said Harley.

"Hmm," Ivy agreed.

"So, uhm, how long am I gonna have this here dick?"

"Forever."

"WHAT!?"

"Or until I give you the antidote," Ivy said.

"Oh. Phew. Well, that's better," Harley said.

"Hmm," Ivy disagreed. "But... I want you to think about whether you would really want to have the antidote. You seem to enjoy having a penis."

"Yeah, well, you know how it is. Mr. J would never go for it."

Poison Ivy wanted to tell Harley that she really shouldn't care what the Joker thought, but knew it was hopeless.

"The Joker need never know," she said instead.

"Well, you know, Mr. J may be a bit under the weather at the moment, but I'm betting even he would notice this thing bulging in my pants."

"No, he won't. My little formula is only active in the unique atmosphere created by my plants. Once you leave my place, your cock will disappear again."

"Woah, really? But then, later on, if I happen to come back..."

"Your dick will reappear, yes," Ivy finished.

"My, my. Certainly something to think about. On the other hand, maybe I'd better take the antidote and let you work on a better formula."

"Oh? What was wrong with it?" Ivy asked as though she didn't know.

"Well, my big dick may have been all nice and hard and all and it was totally dry. What's the point of you giving me a blowjob if I can't splatter my cum all over your face afterwards?"

"Harl, your body doesn't spontaneously create semen. It takes a while, alright?"

"Really? So you saying I'm making a nice big load for you right now?"

"Exactly," Ivy replied. "But of course, only when you're here. So if you really want to create a 'nice big load for me' you'll have to stay here for a while."

"Tempting. But I'm afraid I can't do that. I got a job to do and all. Places to go, people to whack and kidnap."

"Of course."

Ivy watched Harley jump up from the bed and saunter to her discarded clothes. As she watched her get dressed in her black and red leather, the night suddenly felt very dark indeed.

"So, before I go," Harley said as she finished putting on her boots, "anything else I should probably know about this potion o' yours?"

"No," Ivy lied.

"OK then. Later, Red."

And, with a few somersaults more, Harley left Ivy alone. Poison Ivy slowly got up from her bed, which reshaped itself back into her throne behind her, and walked over to the window. Already Harley was too far away to see, but still she knew where she was out there.

One day, Poison Ivy told herself, this wouldn't happen again. Soon the Joker would die and Harley would be hers. And that day, well... perhaps she actually would take an interest in Arkham City. The vermin crawling the streets right now didn't know what to do with it even if they did manage to take over the place. But if she was together with Harley she could turn this rotten slum into a new Garden of Eden - a place of untold natural beauty and only two people.
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