Somewhere in Gotham City

Squirming and coiling, their relentless search for prey never ending. These were Ivy’s babies, and this was her domain. So why the fuck was she tied up with vines and about to be violated in her own greenhouse?! Somebody must have tampered with the fertilizer again, she thought. An aphrodisiac perhaps? She could feel the savage lust, their desire to take her. Admittedly, the prospect excited her somewhat. Her babies have never been this passionate before. The sentient plants began reaching out with fleshy appendages, snaking their way up her thigh toward her exposed sex.

Harley was not so amused. The fiery girl screeched and struggled as powerful vines spread her limbs and tore against her latex outfit. It was only a matter of time before they got her too. Ivy should have felt pity. But looking at Harley splayed like that, about to be ravaged… only made Ivy more excited. A drop of sweet nectar absently trickled down her thigh, and the plants hissed in frenzy…

Yes, tonight they shall feed well.