A Lovers' Brawl Poison Ivy v Harley Quinn
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“Are you challenging me, Jerkweed?
Harley Quinn pushed lightly on Poison Ivy’s shoulder.
Is the big-titted creampuff really gonna tell me how to run a criminal plan? Me! ME! You spend too much time with your smelly plants. I think it's about time I taught you a lesson. "No..." Ivy replied
Yes, I fucking am, you piece of shit. I'm sick of your high and mighty attitude if I hadn't brought my potions with me. Which you said I wouldn't need, didn't you? It would have been Arkham Asylum for us. You stupid cow! It's about time I taught you a lesson.
“...Just sayin’ how hard I had to work to make your so-called plan work...” Poison Ivy pushed back.
“...Clown-Face!” Ivy pushed again, her finger sinking into Harley’s breast.
The heist itself had succeeded despite some 'hiccups'. Ivy and Harley had broken into the bank vault. So far so good. Then Batman turned up. He dispatched Harley's goons, rather quickly and easily Ivy thought. Harley had insisted that her gang could do the job (which they obviously fucking couldn't!) and there was no need for Ivy to bring her gang (which there obviously fucking was!). Batman and Bobbin had been about to round them up when Ivy had thrown a pheromone grenade. Harley and Ivy had managed to get out with the loot while Batman and Bobbin had a serious make-out session. Problems arose when they tried to divvy up the takings back at Harley's apartment.
They were still in their costumes from the job. Ivy was wearing her sexy green leotard which showed off all her curves—Harley, her usual T-shirt 'Daddy's lil monster' and a tight pair of denim shorts.
Ivy looked uncomfortably around her. It was a typical cheap tenement apartment. All it had was a bedroom, with a kitchen and a living area with a couch, coffee table and television. The grotty half-open window view had a stunning view of Gotham's shitty tenements. Ivy hated coming here, you never knew what you would catch. Seriously if you're the shit-hot supervillain that you claim you are, and this shitty dump is all you could afford? You must be doing something wrong. Harley claimed that Ivy's lair gave her hay fever, and she didn't like her plants, or her babies, much either. They always seemed to end up here.
Her dislike of the apartment didn't help her mood much when Harley claimed she should get more of the loot, because it was her plan. Ivy pointed out that it was a shit plan, and she’d had to bail everybody out with her potions, so she deserved the lion’s share of the haul.
"If didn't have your poisonous meta-powers, I'd..." Harley threatened. She knew full well that Ivy's ability to transfer poison through touch would put an end to any fight pretty quickly.
"You'd what?"
"I'd show you"
"Show me what clown-face?"
"I'd show you a good beating!"
“Huh”, said Ivy icily, as she held up a vial with a glowing dark green liquid inside.
"You know what this is?” she asked, already knowing the answer the stupid cow would give.
"No". Was the reply.
Told ya. Dumber than a box of Rocks, Ivy thought. "It's a meta-power blocker, I developed it in case we ever ran into someone like ‘The Flash’ ". Ivy held the vial up and drank it in one gulp. Slamming the empty vial down on the coffee table. She stood up, glowering down at Harley.
"No powers...". She looked directly at Harley. Her anger was boiling over. All those petty resentments. That rage pent up within her needed a release.
"...No excuses…".
She produced another vial, putting it on the coffee table, pushing it towards Harley.
“…Just you and me, bitch to bitch!”
Angrily Harley swiped at the vial. Downing the potion in one gulp, never taking her eyes off Ivy. She was not gonna take this kind of shit off some big-titted floozie. She stood so they were glaring face to face, only inches apart.
"Did you really think I got to the top of the Gotham underworld without fucking up my share of bitches in a fight? Remember Fish Mooney?" asked Ivy.
"No"
"Nobody remembers her, used to be the Queen of Gotham until I beat up so bad she never ate solid food again!"
"Fuck off! You're a big-titted creampuff". Harley replied. "My brain power has been carrying you for ages, leafhead".
Who the fuck was this Fish Mooney anyway? Probably a fellow pansy-lover. She was always looking down on her, always sniping at her brilliant plans, always flashing those big bazookas of hers. Well, she would fix that.Ivy gestured at Harley.
"C'mon if you think you're hard enough?".
"Oh, I am..."
“... going to F%&# you!”, Harley responded. She was an athlete, and Ivy was just a nerd who'd spent too long with her smelly plants, probably inhaled too many cannabis fumes.
“F%&# you, you stupid C*&#” was Ivy’s reply.
“F%&#ing C*&#!” Harley spat back, shoving at Ivy’s shoulders.
“Clown-faced C*&#!”. Ivy’s two-handed shove sent Harley back a step.
“You were only a pity fuck anyway!”. Harley declared.
“Slap!”
Ivy’s angry slap snapped Harley’s head to the side, sending Harley back towards the couch staggering.
“And you’re a lousy lay!”. Ivy fired back.
Harley’s stinging slap was not far behind, knocking Ivy back a few steps. The other side of her face was stung from the slap.
For a moment they stood there frozen, holding their red throbbing cheeks. The anger building in their faces. The expressions on their faces dared each other to make the first move. If they had the guts.
Then the fury inside them exploded. It was on. Screeching, they attacked. Furiously grabbing at each other. Harley got the back of Ivy’s leotard and jerked it up her crotch, turning it into a thong. Squealing, Ivy pulled hard on Harley’s pigtails forcing her head up to look at the ceiling as she tried to scalp her. They span around in a dance of violence. Hating each other the way only former lovers whose love has gone sour can.
Ivy clutched Harley’s jaw in her hand, making her cry out in pain as she squeezed hard. Looking at her deformed face, Ivy glared into her tear-filled eyes.
“You fucking little psycho, I never loved you anyway!”
Ivy’s knee smashed into Harley’s crotch, she gasped in pain as she sunk to her knees, hands clutching at herself.
Ivy punched Harley in the face and slammed her face first into the couch armrest. Her head bounced off the hard surface with a thud.
Determined to avoid defeat, Harley blindly kicked out, catching Ivy under the chin. The redhead staggered back, spraying spittle. Harley got to her feet.
“Fuck me! You think you’ll Fuck ME! Bitch! I’m the one who’s going to be doing the fucking!”.
Harley screamed as she fired her left hook, but Ivy slid past the punch, grinning as it sailed past her head. The red-head's perfectly-timed left jab shot out hitting Harley in the eye as her right fist slammed into the blonde's body.
Eager for revenge, Harley grabbed Ivy's neck and pulled her in for a knee to the stomach, then a knee to the face. Ivy groaned, feeling her eye swelling. Angry, she fired back with a one-two shot to Harley's breasts. Harley yelped as her body was rocked.
"Did I hit anything?" Ivy mocked.
"Least I 'm not a cow-titted freak" shouted Harley as she shot an uppercut into Ivy's breast. The breast slowly deformed around the fist as Ivy wailed in torment, tears welling in her eyes.
Harley grabbed Ivy by the neck. Using the neck for support she lifted her legs around it, so she was hanging upside down, standing on her hands. Whooping, with her legs she flipped Ivy onto the couch. As Ivy lay there, stunned. Harley angrily pulled down the top of her leotard, baring her breasts. Her large brown aureole and nipples jutted out proudly, inviting targets. Harley took the invitation. Giggling, Harley pulled her off the couch by those juicy nipples. Ivy moaned in pain. Marching a moaning Ivy by the stretched nipples to the open window, she swung Ivy into the window pane.
"Splat!"
Ivy’s face hit the window, the glass shaking from the impact. Her mashed face made a bloody trail as she slid down, stunned.
Quick as a flash, Harley pressed her face against the window and gave two tremendous double axe handles to the spine of her foe making her arch her back in agony. Harley pulled Ivy by the hair and manhandled her, so her tits were hanging out the windowsill.
Then with visible relish, Harley closed the window down on the globes of helpless tit flesh, they mushroomed out, squashed flat by the weight of the window, bringing a screech from her foe that seemed loud enough to wake the dead. Chortling, Harley pushed down on the windowsill jumping up and pushing down with all her might, laughing all the time. Head back, Ivy screamed to the heavens.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!"
Overcome by the torture, Ivy slumped to her knees, sobbing. Her tits stretched, still caught in the window. Meanwhile elated, Harley moved away from Ivy and began showboating for an invisible audience.
"I fucked her tits up. I fucked her tiiiiits" she sang proudly.
"Thank you. Thank you" She bowed to the imaginary cheering audience.
Behind her, slowly, Ivy got to her feet. Gingerly she opened the window and removed her aching pulverised breasts from the sill. She should be finished, but she was tougher than that. She turned to look at the posing Harley. Vengeance consumed her mind, that skank was going to pay. This was not a lover's tiff anymore, this was an all-out no-holds-barred fight to the finish.
Meanwhile, taking her leave of the still-cheering crowd, Harley moved towards Ivy. She was looking forward to finishing off her enemy, wouldn't take much after the fucking she'd just given to her tits.
Ivy's kick to the crotch made a crack like a gunshot. Proven wrong, Harley was stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth opened wordlessly, in a perfect circle as all the air in her lungs slowly escaped.
Cursing Ivy hoisted Harley by the crotch and the neck, over her head, slamming her into the coffee table. Harley’s back crashed into the table, disintegrating it. All she could do was lie dazed in the splintered remains. Then Ivy started stomping. Harley’s hands flailed out wildly, trying to stop her. A foot smashed into her stomach; Harley’s body jack-knifed crying out in pain until Ivy’s spin kick sent her back to the ground.
When she came in for another stomp, Harley’s hands wrestled with the legs, catching them up in her arms. Ivy crashed to the floor.
They tangled, screaming, with Ivy pulling at Harley’s pig-tails slapping and clawing Harley’s face while Harley tried to mangle Ivy’s battered tits. Spinning about the floor, hands reaching for anything to attack, legs kicking and tangling in a separate battle. Rolling across the floor of the apartment, they looked like two snakes fighting in a pit.
They ended up with Harley lying on her front, and Ivy on her front on top of Harley. With two hands on her pigtails, she bashed Harley's face into the floor.
"One lump!"
Ivy pulled Harley's head back, twisting her neck. She looked at Harley's face, the red makeup around her eyes was almost washed away from her blackened, swelling eyes. She looked at the swelling and the gash she'd opened up on Harley's forehead. Then she thought of her tits.
"Take two!"
Harley's head crashed into the floor again. With a wet thud, the gash was turning into a wound.
The redhead raised the blonde's head by the pigtails off the floor again. Harley's head dripping red drops on the floor. Ready to bash her head again.
Harley's fingers gouged savagely into her eyes, she screamed, dropping Harley's head as she cradled her eyes. Harley bucked her off snaking her arm around Ivy’s neck, forming an armbar across her throat. Muscles straining as she tried to choke the life out of her former love. Her other hand was back on Ivy’s squashed left tit, trying to drag it down to her navel. Ivy’s face was red going blue. She slammed her head back, but Harley moved out of the way.
“Missed, Jerkweed!” Harley hissed “I’m gonna…”
Ivy’s second slam smashed Harley’s face, her nose exploding in pain and blood.
“Futhing cxnth!” Harley screamed holding her nose.
Ivy turned around and grabbed Harley’s T-shirt, falling backwards, her feet slammed into Harley's stomach, monkey-flipping her onto her back. As she flew across the room, the T-shirt only half came off, so as Harley struggled to get up, the shirt covered her face, blinding her. She rose, thrashing wildly, letting out muffled curses.
Ivy swung a kick into her face, and she fell back onto the floor. A red stain formed through the shirt around her head. Ivy moved in for a second kick as Harley pulled the T-shirt off, leaving her in just her shorts. Her dark cherry-sized aureole and proud nipples contrasting with her white skin. As Ivy moved in for that second kick, Harley tangled her bloody shirt around Ivy’s leg and pulled, Ivy landed on her arse with a thump.
Harley dived forward holding a leg in each hand she spread her arms moving them as far apart as she could. Ivy screamed as the pain tore from her crotch.
“I’m gonna rip you in two, cheap slut!”. Harley screamed.
Any affection they had for each other was gone. They were two wild animals fighting for survival. Each determined to be the victor of this primaeval fight, no matter what the cost.
Harley pushed against Ivy's legs again, harder. Tendons stretched to their limits, it felt like her crotch was being torn in half. Ivy screamed, banging the floor with her hands in frustration. Harley leered over Ivy's face, gloating. Then her expression changed, she leaned down and kissed Ivy full on the mouth. The kiss was salty, warm, and passionate. Until she bit down hard on Ivy’s bottom lip. Harley inwardly laughed as she savoured the metallic taste of blood. She pulled her head away and the bloody lip stretched like elastic as Harley tried to rip it off. Ivy was crying hysterically, she was being torn to shreds, she had to stop the torture.
Joining her two fists together she slammed them into Harley’s ears. Clutching her ears, hearing only ringing as her ear drum burst, Harley reared back. Ivy mule-kicked her stomach, propelling her back across the room.
Slowly they both rose. Ivy holding her crotch, her nose was trickling blood, but her lip was bleeding more. Her leotard just barely hung on around her waist, with her bruised, flattened breasts looking deflated.
Harley was only wearing her shorts now. The blood from Harley’s nose streamed onto her breasts. The white of her skin, shining in the light of the apartment, showed the blood, mixing like oil in a puddle, even more vividly. Harley licked her lips.
“Hmmm, tastes nice. Better than those shitty avocados you USED to grow, y'know I thought they said, ‘Pass the salt’, ooops”. Harley taunted Ivy.
Realisation dawned on Ivy. “You fucking killed my avocados, my babies, you bitch!”, she cried as she dived towards Harley.
Grabbing the red hair, Harley pulled Ivy into her waiting fist, impaling her stomach. Ivy’s mouth opened wordlessly. Harley punched Ivy in the face with a barrage of strikes. Making wet smacking sounds echoing around the apartment.
Fighting back, Ivy started to block the punches with her arms, then seeing an opening, punched Harley in her face. Eager to continue the punishment, she grabbed the back of Harley's head and with a grunt, slammed her face into the couch armrest. Stunned Harley lay against the armrest.
As Ivy moved in, Haley grabbed at the crotch of Ivy’s leotard, pulling out a handful of hair. Ivy's flesh was red raw.
“Hairy dirty minge!”
Then she pulled the leotard as far as she could up Ivy’s crotch. The material ripped as it cut into Ivy’s sensitive flesh. The redhead was in agony as she felt herself sliced in two. She hammered desperately at Harley’s head, but the bitch would not let go, she was cackling now. Ivy’s feet shot out, straight into Harley’s breasts, propelling her halfway across the room.
While Ivy was on her knees, her hands clutching her crotch gasping, coughing; Harley rose and turned to where she had left her bat. She tried for casual but stumbled twice as she walked over to her precious cudgel and turned to face her gasping opponent. That fucking bitch had hurt her bad and now was the time for some serious payback. After all, she had a reputation as a psycho bitch from hell to uphold.
“Dum-di-dum-di-doo”
Harley sang as she walked towards Ivy holding her bat, balancing it, testing it, ready to get the perfect kill shot.
“Are you ready for your beating, my little green shit?”
With a yell, Harley brought the bat down.
And was stopped mid-flight.
Her mouth opened in shock as Harley stared straight into Ivy’s determined bloody face, her teeth covered in blood, bared like some wild animal as her hands stopped the bat in its tracks. Harley gasped and tried to free the bat as Ivy rose to her feet, snarling, growling. They stood wrestling for control of the bat, both knowing that this was the decisive tussle of the fight. There would be no mercy for the loser of this struggle.
Their perspiration-soaked skin shone in the light of the room, making their muscles stand out like statues. Harley's alabaster skin marbled with blood from her face and near-naked athletic well-muscled body, contrasting with the equally naked Ivy, whose green leotard was barely hanging on around her hips. Her slightly darker but equally marbled body strained against Harley's.
Gasps and grunts filled the room as they struggled to control the bat. The advantage going one way and then the other. Harley's face lit up with triumph as the bat moved towards her. Only to be replaced with dismay as the bat was pulled back towards a smiling Ivy.
“Stupid whore, I’m gonna kill ya” Harley cried as she pulled the bat to her.
“Not if I kill you first” Ivy croaked as the bat moved back in her direction.
Poison Ivy was growing in confidence. Clown-face thought she was finished, shit, she thought she was finished against her younger more athletic opponent. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was going to be the one doing the finishing.
Taking a gamble, Ivy released the bat with her right hand, sending an uppercut straight into Harley’s belly, she wheezed as Ivy’s fist scrambled her guts, falling to her knees, gasping. She let go of the bat. Now Ivy had it.
On her knees, Harley fearfully looked up at Ivy triumphantly holding the bat, her bat. A thin mixture of drool and vomit dripped from her mouth. Ivy smiled; the bitch was finished. She raised Harley’s head by the hair and stared down into her water-filled eyes. Her make-up was running all over her face. Both of her eyes were black and those cuts and bruises, oh my.
“No please…” Harley pleaded.
Ivy leered into Harley’s face, then bent her head so she could hiss slowly, deliberately, into her ear.
“Fuck…”
“…you!”
Thud!
The tip of the bat was shoved up Harley’s crotch as far as Ivy could get it. Harley would have screamed but she didn’t have the breath or strength, her brain overwhelmed by the white-hot pain screaming from her crotch. A low gurgling gasp was all that could be heard as the air slowly escaped from her lungs, eyeballs rolling in her head. Tears rolled down her eyes as she cupped her devastated pussy as a few more dribbles of vomit dropped to the floor.
Grabbing Harley’s head by what was left of her pigtails, Ivy bounced the head up and down as Harley babbled incoherently. Once she had everything lined up perfectly, she dropped Harley's head. In slow motion, it fell. Ivy's two-handed swing snapped Harley's head to the side. Blonde hair thrown into the air. Eyes crossed. Blood and teeth sprayed from her mouth. She was out before she hit the floor.
Harley's lifeless body lay there on her back; her eyes glazed over, her tongue hanging out and blood and drool escaping from the corner of her mouth onto the carpet.
Ivy stood above her, wiping some of the blood that dirty bitch had sprayed all over her, while methodically using the end of the bat to move Harley’s wrecked face side to side, looking for any signs of resistance.
There was none.
Ivy stood over the unconscious body, panting, victorious. Her hair was a greasy mop. Her now naked sweaty body glistened and shone with her triumph. But there was a price to pay for her win; her shredded leotard, all those aches and bruises and her tits…ohmygod!! Out of pique, she stamped on Harley’s breasts, bitch!
She went to her vials, drinking the antidote to the Meta-powers blocker, then some healing potions to reverse the damage that fucking bitch had inflicted on her. She felt better, but it would take days to get back to her old self. Bitch.
A plan for revenge, for payback, hatched in her brain. She savoured it for a moment, turning it over in her mind. Then she snapped herself out of her reverie. She had some packing to do.
Later that night. Ivy’s henchmen found the box outside their Headquarters. It had strange noises coming from it, with a note attached.
Guys, you deserve a bonus.
She’s a lousy lay but you can do what you want with her, all her goons are now in jail.
Fill your boots, Enjoy
Love Ivy xxxxx
P.S. Harley
Who's gonna get fucked now?
Curious and excited, they opened the box. Inside was a naked Harley Quinn. Her hands and feet were tied together with a length of vine so she could not move, only shake with impotent fury. Her angry outbursts were muffled and unintelligible due to the avocado jammed into her mouth, serving as a ball gag. Ivy had used some of her potions to revive Harley, but not given her the Meta-power blocker antidote. After all, Ivy did not want her to miss any of the fun.
The henchmen all smiled, pleased with their present from the boss. Gathering around her, they were all eager to get their share of the fun. As soon as Harley realised her predicament. That muffled fury turned to muffled hysterical screams.
The henchmen didn't care. There was nothing she could do, they were gonna have some fun tonight with their new toy.
Best boss ever.
