“Ivyyy,” the voice called out again, stretching out her name like some kind of sonar.

“I’m in here,” my captor replied, clearly resigned to the fact she’d be found eventually. Clearly, she just hoped she wouldn’t be found out.

I heard a door swing open, loudly and clumsily, before footsteps began to sound throughout the greenhouse. In that moment, I swear I could feel Ivy’s hands begin to clam up. Was she really this nervous about having her midnight snackings discovered? Hell, of course she would be. I couldn’t imagine a sane individual would be okay with what she was doing.

“What’s been going on in here, Green Tea?” the clearly feminine, and oddly playful, voice asked as the woman neared.

“Nothing you’d be interested in, I’ve just been running some experiments,” Ivy stammered out. Stammered. There was a wavering in her voice. To think, this pillar of confidence and power could even feel panic. That she could feel fear. I did enjoy that.

“Well what kind of experiments would make all those fun-time screams I heard, and can I be your lab assistant?” the mystery woman inquired.

“I, uh, well…it’s a new kind of pollen, I’m developing,” Ivy lied. “A kind of aphrodisiac, and I tested some on myself. That’s all.”

“Afro disco sack, ehhh?” she repeated back incorrectly. “Well no trial can be concluded with just one subject. So, hook me up, my flower power mama!” The way she spoke, and the things she said, they were so bizarre. I guess if someone were to be hanging out with Ivy, they’d have to be a little unhinged. Hell, they said to even live in Gotham one had to be a little crazy. Now here I was, crazy little.

“Not afro disco- oh!” Ivy’s correction was cut short and silenced when something, I wasn’t sure what, interrupted her. The more I heard, though, the more I understood. Those wet, smacking sounds. Whoever this woman was, she just dove face first into Ivy’s lips without a care for her own safety. She was certainly living the dream. Then, suddenly, my world began to shake violently.

I was just as surprised as Ivy, judging by her sudden squeal, when the verdant villain was hoisted up into the air. Her hands in that moment released, and I dropped down onto the table she had been leaned up against. Thankfully it wasn’t enough of a drop to leave me with any injuries, though what would happen next posed much more of a health risk. I didn’t even have time to get up off my knees when I saw that great green moon descend upon me.

The thunderous sound of her ass hitting the table, knocking all the wind out of me, and making me go temporarily deaf, convince me I had died. As the seconds passed, however, I realized I had miraculously survived. The area around me was dark, but I could see some light ahead of me. What’s more, I could move. I didn’t know how, in that moment, but I wasn’t about to let another opportunity to escape go to waste.

I frankly crawled forward, as far away as I could until I hit the wall of the terrarium. After catching my breath, I steadied myself against the tank to help me stand. As my hearing returned, and as I looked at the reflection in the tank’s walls, I looked back to confirm what my senses were telling me. There, on the edge of the table, Poison Ivy sat. Her legs spread wide, with two pale white hands keeping them apart. Peeking around Ivy’s trim torso were two blonde pigtails. Certainly not what I was expecting to see, but the night had but anything but expected. But there, dead center, was that god damn ass. That beautiful, bountiful, bouncy, bodacious booty. How I wanted to run up to it and just slap it. It had that siren-call quality to it. And now, before me, it was shifting back and forth as Ivy’s hips swiveled, pressing the ass at different angles into the wood she sat on.

No! I thought. I had to focus this time, had to find a way to escape, despite the visual splendor and the arousing sounds in front of me. That way was certain death, and I needed to find a path that at least offered some hope. No matter how small. Frankly I searched around, but I was finding nothing of value. In truth, I wasn’t much of a survivor, and adaptor, anything like that. Hell, I’d never been camping. So, I wasn’t sure what would have caught my eye short of a convenient pile of rope. Yet, aside from the tank, myself, and Ivy’s ass, there was nothing on the table.

I took off sprinting, running to the edge of the table to see just how far of a drop it would be to the floor. No, that assuredly death. It might be a quick and painless one, and one on my own terms. However, that doesn’t make the prospect of rushing to one’s death any easier. In my search, Ivy gave out a particularly throaty moan, and I couldn’t help but look back. At my distance, I could see her head fall back, the cascade of ruby hair spill down over her shoulders and down her back. Those rips, the same shade of red, parting in a breathless gasp. No, I had to stay focused. I had to get blood rushing elsewhere.

Gathering my resolve, I ran to the other side of the table, doing my best not to get distracted by the wet and arousing sounds calling out to me. Even the table fought against me. Ivy’s movements were intensifying, forcing the table to shake. I was knocked off my feet several times before I made it to the edge.

Of course, it was no less a long drop to the East than it was to the West. On this side however, there was another table. The gap was substantial, but there was a chance, however small, that I could make that jump. I wasn’t that active before this night, but I wasn’t out of shape either. It would be tough, but not impossible. It had to be possible. I couldn’t accept my death any longer.

I backed up, giving myself what I thought would be enough running distance to build up my speed and make the jump. Still, I can’t deny I didn’t hesitate. Failure was death. But not dying was also death. If nothing else, I’d go out trying for once. My convictions gathered, I took off running. The wood wasn’t easy to run on, as the table wasn’t sanded down to a smooth texture. The edge was approaching fast, but I’m proud to say I didn’t stumble, I didn’t slow down. I kept my eyes on the table ahead of me, not the gap I’d have to leap across. Then, as I approached the edge, I heard it.

“What is that?!” Followed by the sound of Ivy falling off the table, possibly pushed off.

And the shock caused me to stumble. Tripping over myself, I nearly fell right off the edge of the table, straight down to splat on the floor. However, I had stopped just short of the edge. I knew in that moment I was found out, so I had to act fast. I had to do something, anything. Panicked, I got myself back up and was ready to bolt to the nearest hiding spot I could find in the next half second. That too would end in failure. The white hand that had been gripping Ivy’s green thighs tightly came in front of me and scooped me up.

As I was carried upward, I was reminded just how impossible it is to stand up when that’s happening. When finally she stopped, I found myself seated in two cupped hands, gently and delicately. Like how a child mild hold a woodland critter. I got my bearings and turned around to come to terms with the new development. Though it wasn’t easy to discern at first, given how closely she was inspecting me with those big baby blue eyes, there could be no doubt whose clutches I was in now. Harley Quinn. If things weren’t bad enough already. Ivy was clearly merciless; with a blood lust I didn’t think possible. Harley Quinn, however? If the media was to be believed, the former psychiatrist turned Joker goon turned partner-in-crime to Poison Ivy, was as nutty as they came. There was no telling what she would do with me.

“Harley I can explain!” Ivy pleaded, getting up from the floor she had fallen onto. In that moment, I decided to take action. There was a chance Ivy could convince Harley that nothing was amiss. She could come up with some lie to dismiss Harley’s obvious confusion and I’d be right back to where I started. I couldn’t take that risk, so I took another one instead.

“She’s been eating us!” I called out. My throat was dry, I felt like I hadn’t said anything for so long, and maybe I hadn’t. I wasn’t one to raise my voice anyway. Yet here I was, screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping she’d hear me. Hoping she’d believe me. Hoping she’d help me.

“She’s…what?” Harley knitted those thin brows, clearly taken aback by what I said. “She’s been eating us?” I confirmed as clearly as I could, nodding so hard I felt like I was going to fall forward. “She’s been eating us?” Again, she repeated my eye-witness account, likely trying to make sense of it. “Us? There are more of you? And you’ve been eating them?!” Harley spoke in ever increasing volume, forcing me to cover my ears. She was now looking at Ivy.

I watched as Ivy stammered through words that never came to fruition. Arguments and lies formed but fell apart before they made it to market. She couldn’t even look Harley in the eyes! I had done it; I had taken a chance and now I was saved from Poison Ivy! Or so I thought.

“That’s hilarious!” Harley squealed, surprising both me and Poison Ivy.

“You’re not mad?” Ivy asked, her voice still quivering with uncertainty with Harley’s reaction. “Not…disgusted?” If she wasn’t, she sure as hell should be!

“Well I can’t say I ever thought about doing something like this; not like I knew it was even possible cause who knew you could shrink people?” Harley answered, her voice laced with half formed chuckles. “But nah, I’m not disgusted!” she reassured her emerald companion, her tone now more comforting – to Ivy at least. “I could never be disgusted with you, my little Audrey II.”

“I told you, I hate that nickname,” Ivy growled, only to immediately soften up when she said, “but thank you.”

Forgetting about me, the two women embraced in a kiss that reassured their relationship status. All I could do was peer up at the love birds sharing an intimate moment while I was still in Harley’s hand, sitting between two sets of enormous breasts. When the kiss broke, Harley spoke up, and confirmed my worst fears.

“So, can I try it? Er, him? Can I try him?”

My attention snapped back to Ivy, hoping to catch her denying the request, but she only smiled. “You really want to?”

“Of course! When in Rome, right?”

“Uh, well then, absolutely! I would recommend you just swallow him whole, by the way. Chewing tends to get…messy,” Ivy advised, and for once I was happy with what she said. Then again, should I have been?

“Well, I do like messy,” Harley replied, nudging Ivy in the stomach with her elbow.

“That you do,” Ivy sighed. “But trust me, the feeling of them wriggling down your throat, struggling to get back up, and then thrashing around in your belly for hours on end. Mmm, it’s divine.” Good god, hours? Did that mean those men before me were still inside her, kicking and pleading to be let out? The nightmare just got worse and worse by the minute.

“Well, in that case, I think I’ll go with the chef recommendation!” Harley cheerfully declared. “Alright, little guy, get ready!” As if I could. “Here comes the air-o-plaaaanee!” Her playful way of contextualizing things did nothing to make me feel better. Harley held me in one hand and started to weave me through the air, diving left and right, zig zagging, up and down, all to simulate the path of the world’s worst pilot. With the turbulence it wasn’t easy to see, but it was impossible to deny: her mouth was wide open. As I neared, she kept me steady, I guess to aim more accurately, and I quickly approached her wet maw. I could see lines of spit connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue, broken when her tongue lolled out. Then, by divine intervention, her hand was stayed. As I would find out, it was anything but divine.

“Wait a minute,” Harley began to ponder aloud. “So, what was all that moaning about? Surely, they don’t taste that good,” she argued to Ivy.

“Well, I don’t use them just for eating,” Ivy admitted. “They have…other uses.”

I certainly knew what she meant, but it seemed to take Harley a few seconds to catch up, but when she did, and after the initial surprise, her face turned oh so mischievous. “Are you telling me the jolly green giantess was shoving these guys up her cunt?!”

“Harley!” Ivy snapped. “I told you, I don’t like that word. It’s crass.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Harley conceded. “You shoved ‘em up your jolly-fun-time-box?”

“I don’t like that phrasing either. It’s…silly.” Clearly, she knew which battles to fight with Harley, as she moved on from that complaint. “But yes, I’ve used them as…marital aids, so to speak,” she confirmed, taking a moment to choose the right words. I wouldn’t have figured Ivy to be bashful. I guess Harley had that effect on her.

“Oh, ho ho!” Harley deeply chuckled, seemingly trying to sound like a stereotypical French man laughing. “Well, I want to try that too! Okay, so, I’ll gobble up this guy, and then I’ll put a different one up my clown car,” she planned out.

“For Gaia’s sake,” Ivy reacted, again sounding exhausted by Harley’s childishness. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, cause he’s the last one for now. I don’t have any more.”

Harley gave an exaggerated pout, as if that would change the facts of the situation.

“There are no more, Harl! I keep myself to strict limit every night. Anymore and suspicions start to get raised. And you and I both know what happens when suspicions get raised.”

Harley twisted her pout into an unamused sneer. “That fun police show up. Alright, alright, so what do I want to do with this little guy? Push him between my lips, or gobble him up?”

“Well, if you want my expert opinion,” Ivy chimed in.

“I do I do I do!” Harley excitedly replied.

Ivy came up behind Harley and began massaging her shoulders as she whispered against her ear. Regardless, I could still hear everything she was saying, but then I don’t think she was trying to hide anything from me. I think it was just to excite Harley, as that was clearly the effect her hot breath was having on her.

“He’s much too small to do you any good in your flower,” Ivy said. Now Harley was the one rolling her eyes at Ivy’s choice of words. “You’ll barely feel a shrimp like him in there,” she continued. I must admit, I felt a little emasculated by that comment. It’s not my fault I was shrunk down to barely three inches. “What you need is a tighter tunnel for him to crawl through.” With that recommendation, Ivy looked right at me and smirked. That bitch, she found a way to force me to follow through with my previously decided sentence. Death by asshole.

“Ooo, you dirty maneater you!” Harley giggled when she pieced it together. Though it was cute how they shared some Eskimo kisses in response to their shared excitement, I wasn’t exactly any more thrilled by the situation. “Oh!” Harley perked up. “What if…” she started. Harley cut her eyes at me, and then moved her hand further away so when she whispered her plan to Ivy, I couldn’t hear a thing. Judging by Ivy’s expression, it was very unlikely I’d enjoy this plan.

“I should have brought you in on this sooner, Harl,” Ivy purred, biting her lip. “Let’s do it!” She said with the most excitement I’d seen her have tonight. And then, surprisingly, Harley relinquished me over to Ivy.

For the next step, Ivy just watched. Though no one forced me, I too watched. Ivy kept me in her cupped palms, as if she was getting ready to present me in some regal fashion. She kept me near her chest, near her heart. I sat, between her rising and falling titanic tits, listening to her heartbeat steadily quicken as Harley Quinn undressed in front of us.

Harley made no short work of her striptease, emphasis on the tease. As if doing a routine, the jester woman peeled away the bare minimum, bit by bit, exposing just enough flesh to keep me (and possibly Ivy) enthralled. Though they couldn’t rival Ivy’s, Harley’s perky pair were no less spectacular. Creamy and bouncy, and not a spot on them other than her rosy nipples. An apt description, as when her breasts jiggled into view, Ivy murmured, “My little rose buds.”

Flat stomach, wide hips, firm and alluring ass, and legs from here to Hell itself. Like Ivy, Harley Quinn was one of a slew of voluptuous superpowered people. Though she arguably didn’t have the abundance of Ivy, it was clear to both of us standing there that she knew how to work what she had. She already didn’t have her trademark white clown make-up on, so now that she was naked you might not know, at a glance, it was her. Once you got past the initial joy of seeing the blonde bombshell in her birthday suit, you’d realize who it was without a word. There was something about the way she stood, smiled, and looked at you that just screamed “this woman is diabolically crazy, but I don’t care.”

Any sort of posh that may have been in the room thanks to Harley’s intimate and erotic performance was thrown out the window when she turned around. As if having grown impatient, or perhaps just to serve as a punchline, Harley slammed her hands onto the table, thrust out her ass, went legs akimbo, and declared, “Choo choo! All aboard the Quinn Express! Please enter through the caboose.” The last sentence given with an inflection in her voice to make it sound like she was a train conductor speaking over a loudspeaker. I could feel Ivy’s shoulders untense and droop.

“Honestly, Harl, a little romance wouldn’t kill you,” Ivy reasoned.

“No, but it’s certainly gonna kill this little guy!” the clown girl shot back, looking dead at me and waggling her eyebrows. “Besides, aint nothin’ romantic about what we’re about to do!”

Ivy had no response, because as soon as she heard that, she began her approach. Every inch closer made the situation more and more real. I scrambled back in her palm, gaining what little distance I could to keep me as far away from Harley as possible. Behind me was Ivy. To either side of me where her giant breasts, bouncing with each step. Directly ahead of me was certain death. Though I was no longer in the terrarium, I was no less trapped.

Upon getting close enough, Poison Ivy lowered herself to her knees, bringing me at eye level with that big pale moon. Harley reached back and gripped her cheeks firmly before pulling apart. There I had two sights to take in. One was her flushed pussy, which seemed to radiate heat even from where I was sitting. Just above that was my promised destination. I swear it quivered in anticipation; twitching and puckering slightly.

The green hands raised me up for a moment, and I felt Ivy’s emerald irises upon me. I couldn’t help but turn my back on Harley and see what Ivy wanted. She didn’t say a word, she smiled at me, but not with malice. There was a, if I didn’t know any better, kindness behind her eyes. Almost motherly. The kiss she gave, too, had a level of sweetness I hadn’t expected by this point. Maybe it was just a flavor of hope so I could fall further into despair, because what happened next certainly wasn’t kind, motherly, or sweet.

Ivy adjusted her grip on me, turning me over in one hand so she could grab me with the other. Her fingers pinched around my torso, keeping me upright as she carried me. The closer I got, the more I squirmed, the tighter she pinched me. Eventually I thought my ribs my crack, so I relented. Yet, when I came close enough to touch Harley, I started up again. She was trying to put me in feet first.

I braced my feet against the wrinkled skin around Harley’s asshole, and tried to kick back. No amount of strength I had would even register to Ivy, though, as she didn’t slow down for a second. The only pause she gave was when she used her other hand to help open Harley up for me. Despite my protests, my feet went in, and then slowly but surely the rest of me was gently pushed into Harley Quinn’s ass. And I do mean pushed. I might not have been able to put up a fight against Ivy, but Harley’s ass did. There was enough of a resistance that it took Ivy longer than I thought to get me inside. Unfortunately, eventually, she did.

Just like that doll man before me, when I was just a head sticking out of the cave, Ivy gave me final send off. Once more those lips of hers puckered and planted a kiss upon my face. “Yea! Kiss my ass, Ivy!” Harley said in response.

“Harley!” Ivy snapped back angrily, eliciting an apology from her. Her eyes back on me, she found her smile. “Do me a favor and squirm a lot, will you? I want her first time to be special.” Before I could even think of telling her off, Ivy used her index finger to push me in the rest of the way. The light was sealed away when Harley’s asshole clenched shut behind me.

I certainly had no plan on what to do once I got in there. I think I was still hoping someone would save me at the last second. Even if I had a plan, though, there’s no way I would have been able to enact it. I was being squeezed on all sides, and it amazed me that I had been put inside at all. The heat was no less an important player in my private hell. An indescribable sweltering heat radiated around me, putting even further pressure on me and my situation.

From inside, I could still hear them, though not clearly. The murmurs of conversation were recognizable, just not the specifics. I could tell when one of them, likely Harley, was moaning, however. The most obvious sound was when Poison Ivy spanked Harley. That was the most painfully loud sound of all. I thought the force of it alone might knock me loose. So, there I remained for a length of time I’m sure was shorter than I imagined it to be. I listened to them play, to Harley delight in my and Ivy’s presence.

Following another string of unintelligible murmurs, my situation changed. It was only a moment, but light entered my surroundings. I hadn’t the time to look up when it was gone. However, something else beside the light was in there now. It was wet, wriggling, and clearly searching for me. The strangeness of my situation didn’t allow me to figure it out right away, but it would dawn on me eventually. Ivy was rooting around Harley’s ass with her tongue.

In the moment, I wasn’t sure which was a worse idea: try to move toward Ivy and hope she was trying to free me, or try to squirm away from her, knowing what she was capable of, despite how insane it would be to try and go deeper into Harley’s ass tunnel. I opted for the latter. However, like I said, movement was nearly impossible for me. So, while I’d like to say I made some progress, made it harder for Ivy to catch me, I don’t think I got very far. I certainly struggled a lot, at least, and it seems Harley could tell. Her moans increased in volume and tempo the more I panicked. Regardless, the tongue would soon find its prize.

It was no easy feat finding a way to grip me with her tongue. All the elements and conditions were working against her after all. I suppose Ivy was skilled with the muscle, though, because she would succeed. Once the tongue had wedged itself underneath me, she curled it back. The tip pressed against my undercarriage, and soon I felt myself move with it. She seemed to take some time to undulate her tongue with me on it, likely for Harley’s benefit judging by the noises she was making, before pulling me free. Well, free from one prison, but straight into another.

It was a combination of the lack of pressure around my body and the cool air on my legs that spelled it out for me. I was out. Out of Harley Quinn’s ass, but definitely in Poison Ivy’s mouth. With an audible slurp, I felt myself enter her mouth completely. Now I was witness to what most of the others had seen. There wasn’t much to see, of course, with no light. Occasionally her lips would open behind me, but only for a moment. It would give a flash of my surroundings. The ridges of the roof. The slimy pinkness of her tongue. The bright white of her teeth. And the pitch blackness of the entrance to her throat. That was the scariest of all. I did all I could to stay away from it, but she didn’t make it easy. Her tongue was tasting me, tossing me around from cheek to cheek and pinning me the roof. Drowning me in saliva. Deafening me with moans. I couldn’t imagine how I tasted, but Ivy seemed to enjoy it.

Even disoriented as I was, I could when something had changed. Ivy had opened her mouth and let in light for more than half a second. Battered, I summoned up what strength I had to turn myself around and peer out past her lips. If there was any hope of escape, that was gone. Right in front of me was Harley Quinn’s smiling face. She was now lying back on the giant leaf Ivy had used for her masturbation. Her arms were held out for Ivy, and as the wicked woman approach, Harley’s lips began to part a little. Before I knew it, I had fallen out of Ivy’s mouth and into Harley’s. A second later, Ivy’s mouth closed in behind me and sealed me inside.

The pair of tongues began to wrestle, with me in between. I was tossed back and forth, traded between mouths. I had no idea to whom I belonged in any give moment. My only focus was on not letting gravity do its work and fall into one of their throats. Yet, even with that near-paralyzing fear, I felt some pleasure. I can’t be certain; maybe it’s just my ego talking. But I swear, they were doing something for me. The tongues at one point slowed. They weren’t as vigorous or thrashing. Instead they were massaging, both each other and me. The moans softened down to a calming coo. Nothing could be done about the spit and heat, but my body had adjusted. By some cosmic joke, I was enjoying this. Then, like everything else that night, the rug was pulled out from under me.

When the tongues were moving so gently, it wasn’t hard to tell when one had become absent. I was now in just one mouth. My feet were braced against her teeth. One slipped and fell between, hitting her lips and slipping through. I heard, and felt, her giggle. Then, her mouth opened, and I fell upon the giant green tit. By far the softest landing I had that night. Clearly, during the make-out session, they had switched places on the leaf. I looked up and saw Ivy peering down at me, biting her lip in anticipation. The shadow above me darkened and grew, and I looked up just in time to see Harley’s mouth envelop me.

Despite being her mouth, she kept me against Ivy’s breast. Her tongue knocked into me over and over, as if nudging me to play with the nipple. I barely knew what I was doing at normal size. At this scale, I was totally lost. That seemed fine by her, as she just instead used me as a blunt object. Over and over I was knocked into the nipple, which I could feel get more erect by the lick. Then the suction. Harley was now sucking on her breast, and I feared I’d be sucked up into her throat. I had no idea if that were physically possible, but the fear was very real. So, I held onto the nipple for dear life.

I suppose Harley had begun to long for Ivy’s lips again, because I found myself again in open air. Above me soared Harley’s body. Rising, as Harley moved to be eye to eye, or rather mouth to mouth, with her lover. The moment I saw them re-embrace, I felt the weight. Harley’s breast was now pressing me down against Ivy’s tit. I was sandwiched between them. The pressure was only slightly less than being inside Harley’s ass, but it was close. Ivy’s breast was already slick with Harley’s spit. Harley’s breast was slick with her building sweat.

The women weren’t idle with me there, either. Back and forth I could feel the breast above me move. Harley was knocking her nipple into Ivy’s, not to mention me. Likely by accident, there was a moment when Harley moved that some of the weight was lifted. Enough, I should say, that I could slip free. Not by my own choice, but rather the breast knocking me loose. However, freedom is freedom. I would tumble down between the four breasts, massaging one another. I wouldn’t find my footing against until I was bracing myself upon Ivy’s undulating stomach.

Her body never sat still, there were constant shifts and wiggles, so the best I could do was kneel on her. Above me, I heard it. A deep and primal growl. Harley’s stomach. Although her mind was elsewhere, her body hadn’t forgotten about me. That was nothing to what I heard below, however. I could hear them. God help me, I could hear them. Even amid the moans and the smacking, the coos and the spanking, the giggles and groping, I could hear them. Inside Ivy, inside her belly, were the other men she had swallowed.

I didn’t know how many of them were still alive in there, but at least some were. And I could hear them. Pleading, begging, to be let out. For help, any kind of help. Whether it be salvation or a merciful death, they didn’t specify. I doubt they’d be picky. What’s worse, I could feel them, too. Every so often, one of them would knock into, or possibly punch, her stomach and I could feel it through her skin. And I swear, every time they did, she moaned. It was in the middle of all her other moans, sure, but it was distinct. It was evil. Above me was the sound of where I would go. Below me were the sounds of what it would be like.

Stunned by horror, I hardly had time to recognize Harley had snatched me up in her mouth again. While I sat in her mouth, she hummed playfully, as if this were just another day for her. Another day for her, the last day for me. When again she let me see light, I was faced with Ivy’s lips – but not the ones I had become familiar with. These were her glistening, puffy, inviting, pussy lips. Judging by how she was using a hand to part her petals, I knew where I was going. I’d learned to expect the worst. The worst is what I got.

Harley pinned me against Ivy’s crotch. Her tongue did all the guiding. It dragged up against me, pushing hard enough that I followed suit. That familiar suction resumed, of course. At no point could I tell if was touching saliva or cum. I didn’t think it mattered. My leg, at one point, slipped in between Ivy’s lips. I could tell she liked that. The moan was especially loud, and I could feel her insides twitching. Harley capitalized and used her tongue to push me further in. I instinctively tried to grab something to stop myself from going further. Hard to tell in the darkness, but I believe I actually grabbed Ivy’s clit. Again, the sounds and the twitching. Naturally, however, Harley won our contest of strength.

At no point was I ever fully inside of Ivy, at least not in this particular wet and humid cave, but I came close. Harley’s tongue just couldn’t apply enough pressure to shove me into the tight canal, but not for lack of trying. I did note that Ivy’s moaning and yells of ecstasy were growing louder the deeper I went in; the more I struggled. Wouldn’t feel a shrimp like me, indeed. Some sick part of me did enjoy myself in there. It was tighter than her mouth, certainly. Hotter too. But considering where I was, considering what I was doing to her? It wasn’t all bad. In fact, I even began to buck my hips a little. It didn’t take me long to reach my own climax. I’d certainly been blue balled all night, so I guess I shouldn’t be ashamed. Plus, time was of the essence. A parting gift, I thought. But don’t worry: my smugness would be replaced with fear soon enough.

Once more, Harley applied the suction. This time, she had her tongue help pry me loose. In truth? What did most of the dislodging was Ivy herself. In the middle of what I can only assume, and hope, was a life-changing orgasm, her walls closed in as tight as they could and expelled me with much of her honey. All into Harley’s mouth. I was still coughing up saliva and cum when her mouth opened. Ivy didn’t say anything until our eyes met.

“I think that’s the hardest a man has ever made me come,” Ivy admitted to the room. “Well done, handsome.” I think that was the first time she hadn’t referred me to as a bug or just straight called me little. It was the first time she had acknowledged me as something more than just a shrunken man, but an actual man. While my moments of pride and lust that night I could feel some shame over, that moment I didn’t. That moment felt good. Then Harley gargled out some response that I couldn’t possibly understand with her mouth open and full like that.

“Yes, yes, Harl, you helped too, but don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ivy concluded, diminishing my part in everything at least a little. Her eyes fell back on me. “Truthfully,” she started as she crawled over to Harley, but keeping her focus on me. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you around, cutie. You’ve certainly proven your dexterity and stamina,” Ivy explained to me. I considered it, truly I did (not that I would have had a choice to decline). It wouldn’t have been a normal life, but it may have been better than what I had. The shrunken sex toy of two powerful Gotham supervillains? Even considering the shrunken part, it wasn’t an unappealing idea. Even though I had more than a few broken bones, and was more bruise than man, with cum sealing one of my eyes shut, I cracked a smile. But…I could feel the but coming.

“But,” she predictably added, killing that small trace of a smile, “I can tell Harley is just dying to see what you feel like inside her cute little belly. And I’m not about to make my sweet Harley baby pout. Sorry, dear.” With that, she blew me a kiss, gave me a wink, and waved goodbye. Harley clapped excitedly and let out a yay. Her mouth began to capture up all the saliva and cum I was waist deep in and started to move it back toward her throat. Even if I weren’t in such a battered state, I doubt I would have been able to find a grip in such a soaking wet environment. The tongue lurched up, knocking me off balance and causing me to tumble back toward that terrifying abyss. The last thing I saw, before the light disappeared, was Ivy watching my every movement toward my demise, then then her eyes looking back up at Harley. As if she’d already forgotten about me.

Down I went. The throat cared nothing for me, that I was a living creature, begging not to be crushed to death. It just kept squeezing with every one of Harley’s pained gulps. Good, I thought. Choke on me! But nothing I wanted had happened that night, so why would that dying wish? I was amazed I made it through her throat at all. Maybe I was just too broken all over, already, to notice any damage it did. Into her stomach I fell. Just like her growling tummy had suggested, her stomach was empty. Save for me, now. Now I was covered in spit, cum, and acids.

Despite the name acid invoking an idea of an immediate melting away of everything it touches, these acids took their time. It was never painful enough that it was all I could focus on. However, they were never gentle enough that I forgot I was covered in it. I wish I could say my night ended there, but it didn’t. For who knows how long, all I could do was listen to Harley and Ivy continue their sexy escapades. Giggles, moans, pillow talk, and yet more spanking and kissing. If only I had found a hiding spot, maybe I could have avoided this mess. Maybe I could have watched them. God, even in this state, I thought with my dick.

I didn’t struggle inside her, though. I knew how much Ivy enjoyed that from her meals, and I wouldn’t give Harley the same satisfaction (not that she was exactly suffering). Suddenly, something dropped into the stomach with me. The lack of light made it impossible to confirm, but when some of it landed in my mouth, and I had no choice but to taste it, I knew right away. Whipped cream. For whatever reason, that enraged me. Maybe it was the unintentional association they made between me and food, maybe it was just one too many indignities I had to suffer. Sloshing through the bodily fluid soup, I made my way to a stomach wall and started pounding. I started screaming. Not for help, but for justice. After all they’d done, all they were likely to do, didn’t I deserve that much? Then I heard her giggle. I was only making it better for her. I fell back and couldn’t help but laugh. Who would have thought that I’d end my night sexually pleasing two beautiful Gotham supervillains? What’s more, who would have thought it would have ended the way it did? The oxygen was starting to run out, or maybe my body was just giving up.

And to think, all because I wanted to catch a glimpse of Poison Ivy’s ass.

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“Ooo! Red! I can feel him!” Harley exclaimed while sitting on the kitchen counter. Excitedly, Ivy let Harley’s whipped cream breast fall out of her mouth and pressed her ear to her stomach. Sure enough, she heard him, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wow! I didn’t know he had that kind of fight in him. Good for you, kid,” she said to him, knowing he wouldn’t hear it. “Now, you make sure to give my Harley everything you got, okay?” Ivy asked of the dying man. To seal the one-way promise, she gave Harley’s belly a kiss.

Harley giggled at the tickling kiss, but after a moment pouted. “Aww, I don’t think he’s given up.”

Poison Ivy stood up straight and took Harley’s face in her hands, focusing her gaze on her own. “That’s okay, Harl, there’ll be more. If we do this right, there’ll be lots more.” That promise got Harley excited.