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The bottle marked XXX	By : mattulmen Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to the Batman universe, I'm making no money off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The bottle marked XXX
- 2-Wake up call
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This is an alternate universe story like all the others I do. The idea for this story came from this image at Rule 34: http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/575233#search=Harley_Quinn%20Poison_Ivy
Arkham is quiet, everyone has left with the exception of a couple stragglers. A couple of them are not medically able to leave, while others like Poison Ivy just choose not to. While she does enjoy the freedom to walk about in the halls, what she had heard of the plan doesn't make her very hopeful that things will go well and soon enough everyone would be back in their cells again.
Another inhabitant was Harley Quinn. She is a go between with the Joker and would come back to get supplies or to check on people they had locked up such as the doctors and orderlies. She also was to keep an eye on the drugs in the pharmacy, something which is akin to a child watching the cookie jar. With that in mind the Joker had "asked" Ivy to keep an eye on her. Since she has nothing to really do she agrees, more because she cares for the mad woman than anything the Joker could do to threaten her.
She had seen Harley go into the room that held all the drug bottles about a half hour ago. The Joker had sent her back for pain killers and Ibuprofen and while it wasn't a vital run, he wanted them before the end of the day. Even though there is more than enough time until then, something this simple shouldn't have been taking her this long, so Ivy is now at the door wondering what is keeping her.
With no answer at the door and finding it unlocked Ivy opens it slowly. Harley has been known to set her friend up from time to time, and while Ivy finds some humor in it, she is cautious because Harley tended to not think some things through and a couple times things had gotten dangerous.
She finds the clown on a couch looking like she has settled in for a nap sitting in her outfit with her head back against the top of the couch. She is breathing which is good, though it only takes a moment to realize that it isn't a natural rest. On the counter was a large bottle with a paper label with only the letters "XXX" on them. With no other information Ivy can't tell how much was in the container when the clown found it, looking inside though finds little left inside.
The tablet inside is a liquid gel, and about the size of an Aleve. With the size of the bottle there could easily have been at least 50 of them, though now there were only a couple left inside. Walking to the clown Ivy puts her hand on her chest, checking for her heartbeat. It is there but it is noticeably erratic. She is also drenched in sweat, though she obviously hasn't been doing much in here to work one up. Moving her head carefully Ivy noticed that Harley's eyes are open, and her lips in a strange smirk.
Carefully closing Harley's eyes Ivy returns to the bottle. A look again makes Ivy wonder if the label has to do with something sexual. The condition of her friend does point to something like it, though Ivy isn't sure if that thought ever entered Harley's mind, but more curiosity at the unknown. Ivy looks outside, not hearing anyone and closes the door again after setting out the basket that Harley had prepared, then locking the door. At first this is because she wants her friend to relax. It will probably take the drug sometime to work itself through her system and Ivy thought she would keep an eye on her at least for a while.
As Ivy sits on the couch she sniffs. Something she hadn't noticed when the room was ventilated, there is an odd scent in the room. As she leans over the couch it is obviously coming from Harley. At first Ivy tries to find the source, though once it becomes more clear she starts backing off. If Ivy's guess is right Harley has climaxed so often her body reaks of it. It looks like it caught her off guard to much that she never even had a chance to get undressed, though Ivy had seen Harley with her hand down her pants a couple times.
Now intrigued, and brave by the fact the door was locked and no one would find her, Ivy stands and walks over to the almost empty bottle. She takes the three remaining pills and swallows them. Ever since her, what some have been known to call an obsession, interest in plants had culminated in her body now being far more plant that human, she has had no one interested in helping her with the most annoying animal problem she still had. She blames the vines, Since she ended up in this condition she had been able to produce vines that often were used as weapons. To many people seeing to much hentai is the only thing she can think of.
As Ivy sits on the couch again she looks over to Harley, who is wearing a cute little nurse hat. Leaning a bit on the couch she pets Harley's face gently. The clown is one of the few who had no problems with Ivy, she always was happy to see her. At first Ivy just chalked that up to her insanity, but soon she found in some odd way Harley thought of her as a friend. This makes Ivy smile and she takes the chance to give a peck on Harley's cheek.
Not long after Ivy's eye shoot open as the drug has taken effect, and Ivy's body feels like it is burning. The feeling moves through her veins in a way she can feel it go through out her body and her breathing starts to get heavy. Fortunately Ivy had taken recently to not wearing much other than a shirt, an almost leaf like pair of panties the other only covering. Ivy decides she will see how long she can hold out, wondering what Harley might have felt like with the large dose she must have taken.
As the fire continues to rise rapidly in her body Ivy's breathing gets much louder and whimpers fill the small room. As Ivy squirms on the couch she feels things growing out of her body. Her vines had grown and were petting over her body, Ivy cursing herself as she looses the fight to prevent herself from touching her body. She has enough self control to keep them from penetrating her, though her body soon gets so sensitive she climaxes even without it. Ivy contorts in the couch and cries out, not caring who can hear her. even if someone could though, her new form did cause her moments of intense pain so no one would've thought anything of it.
As Ivy's breathes heavy she looks to the passed out Quinn and gets a grin on her face. Moving off the couch she starts undressing the clown getting her boots and pants off. When she reaches Harley's panties though she cramps up at the second climax, her nails digging into her friend's skin. As the vines draw inside of her again, Ivy pulls aside Harley's panties with the intent of tasting her friend. As she takes her first lick she feels the drug in her body spurring her on. The clown has a unique taste, though the more Ivy tastes her the more turned on she gets, which is amplified by the drug.
As Ivy brings her face up and licking her lips her groin burns as her body cries out for some kind of physical touch. Ivy looks desperately around the room before looking back at her friend. As her mind thinks of all the things she wants done to herself Ivy feels a pain as a vine comes from her groin. Ivy, now lost in the fog of the sexual drug climbs on top of Harley and guides the vine penetrating her.
Ivy's mind is gone, the drug having her almost reverted back to her base desire. While there is little sensation in the vine, there is enough. Another vine grows from the base of her spine and curls up pushing into her pussy trying to feed the hunger her body is feeling. The harder Ivy fucks Harley, the harder the other vine fucks her as well. Soon another vine penetrates her, and Ivy now double penetrated growls as she brutally fucks the unconscious Harley. The more she orgasms, the more the drug seems to burn inside her and causing some small part of Ivy to panic wondering if she could stop if she wanted to.
Ivy goes for hours, and Harley never gives any indication of waking up, though the vine does have enough sensation to know when Harley's muscles grip it tight while her body climaxes again. Ivy passes out finally on top of Harley, the drug having finally driven her to the point of exhaustion. Ivy has enough presence of mind when she collapses to pull Harley with her and the two lie together on the couch.
Several hours later a lone joker goon comes to the drug storage room. Grunting after the door shows it is locked he looks down and takes the basket of drugs unaware of the fact Harley is unconscious inside.
I don't own Blink, the Inbetweener, Spiral, or X-Men, nor am I making any money off it.
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