(STORY COMM) Gotham Gets Gassed

“You handle the money, honey!” Ivy turned her ass to the door leading back to Harley with her leg raised high. Time to go on guard duty.

BLLLLOOOORRRRBBBPT!! PPPTTHHHHHHHBBBBBBRRRRRRMMMMMTTTT!!

Shards of glass exploded in a shower of sparkles that shattered every window outside. As each window erupted, often at the same time, the guards went flying like paper sheets caught in a windstorm. They either hit the ceiling or flew onto the open fields of the bank front lawn, far away from the noxious miasma Ivy unleashed upon them. She flared her nostrils the harder she pushed, too lost in the sensation to realize Catwoman stopped scratching as she stood with her jaw slack by the vault. 

What few guards were left rose to their feet and charged towards Ivy before being knocked back to the wall. Not a single vine swirled from her wrists, and why would she need them? Her natural gases flooded the backroom and seeped through the holes left behind by Ivy and Harley. Ironically, or rather fortunately, the grass didn’t wilt the harder Ivy farted. She pursed her lip and grit her teeth until the molars threatened to snap, as the lump inside her refused to settle.

“Come on, sweeties!” BLOOORRPPT!! “You can take on a couple of girls, can’t you?!” PLLRMPT-FRRT!! “Are you really going to chicken out on us and some farts?!” FRUMMBBBBT! “How pathetic!”

Ivy threw up her hair with another trumpeting ripper, her stomach completely empty, her asshole burning furiously. Her legs squeaked as she rubbed her thighs together, writhing from the pain. It took a lot to burn her bowels so brightly, especially given Harley’s horrid cooking. With a shake of her head, Ivy’s senses returned, lulling her to the still tightly-sealed door.

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