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Would You Like Fries With That?	By : animemonster Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or McDonald's, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Would You Like Fries With That?
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Author’s Note: I should note that this is inspired by Rule 63 on KnowYourMeme. Particularly, this image: http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/118135

Would You Like Fries With That?
Harley Quinn had been surprised the moment she first laid eyes on her. The red hair, the white skin, the red lips and nose, and a pair of the biggest knockers she had ever seen. She was a bit jealous, honestly and hoped Mr. J never saw the other clown girl. Lucky for Harley, Mr. J had no desire to visit the local McD’s where the clown girl hung out. He always only sent her to get them something to eat.
And ever since she first laid eyes on that clown, it was McDonald’s every day and night. They had consumed more McDonald’s in the last week than that guy who made that anti-McD video had consumed in a month. She sometimes wanted to introduce that guy to her favorite mallet; after all, he wouldn’t hate McD if he saw Ronnie.
She only knew her name from the one time she was behind the girl in the order line. The cashier had said, “The usual, Ronnie?”
“Yeah, and won’t you supersize me?” she had said. Her voice was more seductive than Red’s ,and Harley Quinn should know; she had to lock herself in the bathroom when she got back to the hideout with a box of fries and her fingers for company after hearing that voice and seeing the way that skin tight outfit stretched around the girl’s perfect ass.
Apparently it affected the cashier, too, and Harley nearly paid him a late night visit. Only she wanted to see Ronnie more. Maybe it was true the Gotham made everyone insane. It certainly gave a girl with an obsession for milkshakes and McDonald’s french-fries the idea to dress as a very sexy version of Ronald McDonald.
Today, though, Harley didn’t have to go back to the hideout. Mr. J told her if she brought back McDonald’s one more time he was going to tie her to the GCPD Batsignal as a present for the Bat. She figured it would be a good idea to go stay with Red for a few days. But before that…
“The usual, Miss Quinn?” The cashier was sweating and the way his voice shook, Harley knew he was nervous. It was only in Gotham where a wanted criminal, in full make-up and costume, could come into a McDonald’s and still get served. She even paid… well, most of the time.
“Nah! Today, just a cheeseburger, fries, and milkshake~” she said in her cheerful voice, with Blüdhaven accent thicker than usual. The only way she could cry at being kicked was through her voice. She would not let tears ruin her make-up. She would stay prideful in who she was. Harley Quinn, the insane clown woman, on-and-off girlfriend of the Joker. And she would eat her milkshake and fries, and maybe talk to Ronnie today.
It wouldn’t be right for her to be sad, anyways. She was the one that kept coming to the McDonald’s every day to see Ronnie. She was the one that was cheating on her Puddin’, even if she only looked and never touched. She deserved every bit of his yelling this time. And instead of going to KFC or the fish place, she was at McDonald’s again.
Speaking of, Ronnie wasn’t in, yet. She hoped that the clown girl hadn’t come in early today and was already gone. Just as she sat down with her food she heard the door jingle and saw the familiar red hair, pale white skin, yellow dress with red and white striped sleeves, red and white stripped stockings, and red boots.
She watched Ronnie’s hips move as she got her food. She watched with a half-lidded gaze as she moved closer, sitting a couple chairs away, but giving Harley an excellent view. Those were stockings on her legs, weren’t they? The fry stopped halfway to her mouth. They weren’t stockings! That was make-up, judging by the way the red underwear moved as she shifted in her seat. Harley quickly crossed her legs and drew her gaze back up.
She nearly choked on the fry. Ronnie was gazing right at her. She drew a fry delicately out of her box and moved it up her body, right between those gorgeous breasts to her red, red mouth. She moved it over her lipstick --how did she keep it from smearing?-- before sucking it into her mouth.
Harley licked her lips reflexively and grabbed her milkshake to try to cool herself off. Ronnie repeated the motion, staring right at her and she couldn’t help herself when she tried to copy it, though Harley was not as successful. It took them a half-hour to get through their food, and by the time she was done, she could see a wet spot on Ronnie’s panties and she could feel her own wetness.
Ronnie stood and moved closer, the trash can was right next to Harley. Why did she have to sit next to the trashcan? Ronnie threw her rubbish away and then turned her gaze back onto Harley. The clown girl’s eyes were positively heated and beautiful. Red eyes, no one had red eyes. But apparently Ronnie did, and they were stunning. Harley couldn’t help her jaw dropping.
She couldn’t even stop herself from gasping as she felt soft latex push her jaw back up before her gaze was filled with Ronnie’s face and then…
There were lips. Lips on her own lips! She was being kissed and it wasn’t by Mr. J. And she was more turned on in this moment than she had ever been before. She shut her eyes and pressed her lips back, opening her mouth. Ronnie’s tongue invaded her mouth and she felt a hand touch her spandex-covered breast. She moaned, Ronnie tasted like fries and vanilla and everything debouched about Gotham. She was drowning in it. Oh, how she always loved that taste. It was one of the things that brought her to Mr. J.; he tasted like nothing else, unless it was blood.
Her chair was pushed back and a leg forced her to uncross her legs and let it in between. Ronnie’s knee was between her legs, pushing against her heated center. She moaned deeply, even as she felt Ronnie’s wetness seeping through the spandex over her thigh. She wanted out of her costume. She wanted to feel latex fingers in her. She wanted to see if Ronnie liked her own fingers.
Ronnie’s knee and the tight spandex were bringing Harley to the edge. The material was rubbing against her and, with how well it molded to her figure, along with the pressure of Ronnie’s knee, slightly into her. She gasped and brought her arms up. One arm went about Ronnie’s neck, holding her into their kiss. Another went to feel those amazing breasts. She was rewarded with a long, low moan, which drove her wild, like nothing anyone had ever done before had.
The arm she had around Ronnie’s neck slipped lower, moving down her back and under the short skirt. It was clear by the way Ronnie’s thighs quaked that she enjoyed leather hands on her thighs. Ronnie’s hand on her breasts moved faster and the other gripped the back of Harley’s neck as it felt like Ronnie was trying to suck her soul out through her lips. The other girl’s knee moved faster and Harley moved her fingers, pushing aside the wet panties and stroking two fingers over Ronnie’s wet pussy.
Ronnie broke the kiss as she cried out. Her orgasm was beautiful and Harley brought her fingers to her lips, licking Ronnie’s release and moaning at the taste. How could Ronnie taste like ketchup and mustard? How was that even possible? The hand that had been on Ronnie’s breast moved down and helped Ronnie’s knee, moving to touch herself more and more to bring herself some much needed relief. It didn’t take long before she was panting, still horny, but able to think clearly and realize that she and Ronnie had both just gotten off in a restaurant surrounded by dozens of people.
The cashier dropped the rag he had been using to clean the counter, his own jaw was pretty much on the floor. A mother was holding her hands over the eyes of her two children. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates. A young woman was snapping pictures with her phone at the pair of them, and she was willing to bet if she looked up “Two clowns” on Gotham’s internet tonight she’d see herself and Ronnie. She growled and then grabbed Ronnie by the wrist, pulling her out of the restaurant.
She glanced back and could see an amused grin on Ronnie’s face. “My apartment is just down the street from here,” she said as she saw Harley looking at her.
“Just tell me which way,” Harley said with a grin. With a few directions, they were there. As soon as they were inside, Harley pressed Ronnie up against the door and unzipped the top of her dress.
Pale skin and perk nipples met her hungry gaze as she realized that Ronnie wasn’t even wearing a bra. Her hands dove in, squeezing lightly as her thumb flicked across those nipples. Ronnie gasped and the door knob rattled as she held onto it. Harley knelt lower and looked up. The clown girl’s eyes were closed with a look of bliss on her face. Harley grinned to herself and released Ronnie’s boobs from her grasp as she continued downward.
“Harley, please, why’d you stop?” the clown moaned. Aw, so Ronnie did know who she was and was still attracted. That made this even better. The clown princess grinned from her spot.
“I think you’ll like this better, Ronnie~” she said with a giggle. Ronnie’s eyes open and looked down, just in time to see Harley’s hands reach under her dress and grasp her panties. Harley quickly removed them and heard Ronnie’s breath hitch. She moved in, under the dress and right up to the wet lips. With two fingers she spread them a bit before licking between them, allowing her tongue to move inward.
Ronnie gasped and desperately tried to hang on to the door knob, even as her legs trembled. Harley wondered how long the other could hang on and continued to lick, flicking her tongue over the other’s clit. The sounds Ronnie made were beautiful. Her fingers started to move inside of Ronnie as her other hand moved to keep Ronnie up as she felt Ronnie’s legs give out. She was never so grateful for her increased strength than in that moment as she continued to move her lips over and around Ronnie. The younger girl was so much easier to please than that boring old dock at Arkham.
She drove her own center onto her heel, for some distraction from that thought as Ronnie gasped and called out her name. She licked Ronnie’s release off her face and helped the clown girl to the ground before moving to get herself out of her costume.
She was surprised when Ronnie knelt beside her and used shaky hands to help her peel away the spandex. She dropped her own hands, curious about what the other girl would do. Would she return the favor? Or did she have toys stashed away to play with?
It turned out that Ronnie planned on returning the favor as hands spread Harley’s legs open and Ronnie’s face went between them. Ronnie did not have half of her skill at this, but she managed to get her spots so well. The other girl nipped at Harley’s lips, actually nipped, and Harley had to stop herself from wrapping her legs around the other girl’s waist and fucking her mouth then and there. Instead she put her hands on her own breasts and focused on enjoying the slightly rough treatment.
Or she would have if Ronnie hadn’t slapped her hands away and replaced them with her own. She could feel latex on her nipples and found she surprisingly enjoyed it as a change from Mr. J’s rough leather when he touched her.
Without her breasts to hold, Harley’s hands went into Ronnie’s hair, driving the clown girl’s face between her legs. Ronnie seemed to get the idea and moved her tongue faster over her lips and clit. Harley felt teeth scrape across the sensitive bundle of nerves and lost it right there. She cried out in pleasure and came hard for the second time that night.
“Fuck,” she panted and felt Ronnie slide up her body, placing her head on her breast.
“That was the idea,” the clown girl joked, her voice sounding thick. Harley glanced down and saw red lips being licked clean of glistening fluids with pale pink tongue.
Her eyes widened and she began to grin wickedly. “Ready for another round?”
“Bedroom this time?” the clown girl asked.
“Got any toys?” Harley asked in response and saw a grin as the girl got up and raced toward the bedroom with Harley right behind her. “And leave the dress on~”
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