Harley Quinn and the Pod people

At the Abandoned Gotham Mall, the lair of Harley Quinn's villainous crew. We find Harley face down on the table, an angered expression on her face.

"Darling, what seems to be vexing you, the heist was a success, and you stole the genetech as planned. Celebrate your on a roll!" Clayface chuckled, trying to cheer up the sad clown in front of him.

"I went through all that trouble to steal that technology, to turn Batman into a bat," Harley yelled.

"So he can fuck the bats?" Frank interrupted

"Yes, but after I been down several gullets and was even made a dessert. I found out Langstrom already did that years ago. Why is all the funniest shit already done!" Harley slammed her fists on the table.

"If the bitch read the paper, she wouldn't be behind on the times." Frank laughed at his joke, shaking his plant body exaggeratingly.

Harley cast a death stare at Frank and grabbed the handle of her bat.

"Hey! Ivy's running a brothel down in the atrium if you need to cheer up. I have seen some fine pieces of ass heading down there lately." Frank raised his vines in defense as Harley approached him.

"Brothel?" Harley looked confused at the notion.

"Do we get discounts?" King shark popped his head out from behind the temporary wall that concealed his quarters in the Food court diner.

"Ivys not running a brothel, you horn dogs, keep together I will go see what our resident mad scientist is up to." Harley smiled and headed off to the Gotham Mall Atrium.

"I wonder if Ivy honors my seniors discount?" Sy Borgman rolled over with his motorized wheelchair.

Harley kicked the door open to the atrium. Inside was a line of nude women waiting in line at a counter. Ivy was seated, handing out clipboards with paperwork.

"Ivy!" Harley said, pushing through the crowd of gorgeous gals to Poison Ivy at the counter.

Ivy looked up at Harley from her clipboard "Yes, Harls?"

"You running a brothel? Why didn't you tell me," Harley whispered as she leaned in her expression mixed with disappointment and jealousy?

"Wow, wow, I am not running a brothel." Ivy raised her hands defensively. " Mark, run the counter for me, and no sampling!" Mark lumbered over and sat down and grabbed the paperwork as Ivy led Harley into another atrium section.

"Harley, you are rising in the ranks, and our notoriety is making it increasingly dangerous to live so wide out in the open," Ivy said, walking past rows of massive plants growing to obscene heights.

"The more that bite, the more we fight. It's been working out so far." Harley said, twirling her bat.

"We need more bodies, underlings, goons." Ivey waved her hands at Harley. "That's why I decided to fix the problem."

Harley and Ivy stood by a round green plant, and its stem contained a pod. Ivy wiped her hand across the pod's surface, and it opened like a flower. The smell of sweet nectar and fluid drained out on the floor. Inside was ebony-skinned beauty, vines attached to her large breasts and face. Arms restrained in green tubes with more vines in her vagina and anus. Harley clutched her face when she noticed the woman's engorged pregnant stomach.

"Ivy, what the fuck did you do?" Harley turned to Ivy.

"Me, I made the plant. It did the fucking."

"This is wrong. You're a strong female role model. You can't be kidnapping and raping women against their will." Harley shook her head at Ivy's shame.

"One, it's voluntary. Two, they are being paid." Ivy narrowed her eyes at Harley.

"This gig even has a 401k," The entrapped woman moaned. The pod shut, and the woman groaned as the vines resumed incubating her.

"Ok, but why?" Harley raised her arms.

"Their eggs are impregnated by the plant creating a human/plant hybrid that only requires a week gestation period. Then we have a fully grown goon that can change their appearance under my complete control." Ivy placed her hands on her hips.

"That makes sense?" Harley said as her wandering eyes saw the rows of filled pods lined up in the atrium.

"You want to try the pod?" Ivy rolled her eyes.

"I want to try the pod."

"Do you have a non-prego model?" Harley said, poking one of the pods. It recoiled from her touch.

"Well, the gestation only takes a week, and your body returns to normal after birthing." Ivy's face turned, "Frank spit out Chelsea now!" Frank opened his plant mouth and spat out a blonde woman in a glob of saliva.

"You are a real bitch! All this sweet meat and nothing for poor Frank to eat!". Frank shuffled out of the room, defeated.

Ivey spun around and found Harley naked in front of her, the pale clown bosoms bouncing up and down with excitement. Ivy placed her hand on the forehead. "fine. I got a spare over here that isn't occupied."

She led Harley to a pod attached to a fat stem, a row of a dozen plant men strolled by they shifted their forms and became naked Harleys. Ivy waved her fist at them, forcing them back into their base forms.

"That would be too distracting running around for me." Ivy blushed. Ivey stroked the pod, it opened, and large wet vines shot out, ensnaring Harley Quinn." See you in a week. Harl's can't wait to see our kid."

Harley blushed as she was yanked into the pod. It slammed shut, sealing the clown inside. Pulsating plant flesh spread her legs and encased them. Harley's arms were bound to the ceiling in tubes, leaving her spread out. A lubricated tendril entered her mouth, and it wormed its way down to her stomach.

Two more vines with flowers on the tips grabbed her breasts and began to massage them. The pollen on the petals made Harley's breasts swell and begin to lactate, and the flowers started to suck and drain the milk in quick massaging motions. Arousal spread with pleasure in her mind, and her loins began to drip. A large tendril snaked between her legs and slithered inside her. Harley gasped and climaxed.

The vine began to thrust in and out. Harley imagined that it was Ivy and they were on their wedding night. She flashed back to their fling before Ivy's wedding with Kiteman, that magical sex-filled night. A sneaky vine invaded her anus and began to travel into her rectum. Harley tried to protest but could only moan. Her cervix was being stimulating, and she could feel herself ovulating as her body prepared to be impregnated.

Harley's body shuddered when the vine in her stomach sprayed fluid into her intestines. The thrusting vine increased the pace and entered her cervix. Now in her womb, it thrust in and out violently, sending spasms through Harley's body as the vine expanded and released its semen. The concoction in her body and the semen caused her stomach to bulge out. Harley cried out as she became instantly pregnant. Vines shot out from the walls and supported her round belly.

You fucked me good, Ivy. I can get used to this. Harley thought to herself as the pod shifted around and pleasured her, awaiting the birth of Harley and Ivy's child.