Multiverse Fuckellberry. - Harley Quinn v Emma Frost

[MikeHales67]

Went a  bit Lewis Carroll on this one - instead of tying to think of the right word - I just invented it! Hope you like

Multiverse Fuckellberry. - Harley Quinn v Emma Frost

"Oh Gawd, not again!"

Emma Frost reckoned it must have been some sort of multidimensional phase shift. Again. She had been talking to Scott at the school when fsst! A flash, and she was here, wherever here was. It looked like the empty film set of an abandoned New York City at night. Except it didn't look like any version of New York she'd ever seen. And she'd seen a few.

She'd wandered around this place for how long? Well, she'd arrived in daylight; now it was dark. The darkness had descended like a shutter, then all the neon lights had come on. How? There were no people; she hadn't found any.

She didn't even recognise any landmarks; she'd found a place that should have been Central Park, but a big sign read 'Robinson Park'. She'd wandered for hours trying to find a place she knew. The place's unearthly stillness was getting to her, heightening her unease.

The thing was, none of her powers worked: no phase shifting, no psionic bursts.  She was vulnerable.

And then it started to rain. Shit. That was all she needed; her cape was getting soaked.

When she saw the abandoned car, the first one she'd seen, strange: a city, no cars. Parked, abandoned? In an alley. She tried the car door; it opened. Shit, luck at last. First thing she thought of: shelter from the rain. Then she thought: car radio; maybe news from anywhere. Then she thought: a million-to-one shot, but it might be juuuust possible to drive the fuck out of here. Then she thought: who the fuck is that clown face?

"What the fuck just happened?"

Harley Quinn asked herself.

"Another fucking infinity crisis? What has Lex Luthor done this time?"

It was Gotham City, but different. Abandoned, derelict, she'd been up and down Park Row; nothing. And everything was shut. She didn't have her trusty baseball bat, and her super agility ll- not so super; she felt more like Doctor Harleen Frances Quinzel than Harley Quinn.  Luckily, she hadn't seen anyone; anybody could jump her. Then she saw the car. Then she saw the prostitute. She was a big-titted blonde wandering around in her underwear: a revealing white corset, matching white G-string bottom, over-the-elbow white gloves, high white boots, starting to get covered in mud; oh, and a fancy cape.

A high-class prostitute.

Harley thought about what to do. Now a nice, sensible person would have made friends with the big-titted blonde and worked out a way out of here. Unfortunately, Harley Quinn was not a nice person. Beat her the fuck up and take the car; it was hers, no sharing. Dog-eat-dog. As Mister J. used to say, compassion is for suckers.

She smiled at the stranger.

 "Hi, who are you? I'm Harley, Harley Quinn".

Emma looked the clown-face up and down: t-shirt, denim shorts, a white, made-up face with red lipstick and mascara eyes. Looks like a cheap prostitute, she sniffed.

 "I'm Emma Frost, Queen of the Hellfire Club"

Fuck, thought Harley, what a poseur with a put-on posh-sounding mid-Atlantic accent, trying to cover up a Boston twang.

 "Pleased to meet you, Emma Frost"

Harley held out her hand. They shook. As they shook, Harley suddenly tightened her grip on Emma's hand. Harley's eyes widened in delight. Emma's in puzzlement, turning to realisation too late.

Harley yanked Emma towards her. Her knee thudded into Emma's crotch. There was a crack of bone on bone. Emma's eyes went blaffy. Staggering with her hands on her crotch, she stumbled backwards towards the wall, gasping, drooling spittle.

Nonchalantly whistling, Harley walked towards her snatchbusted victim, intending to quickly finish her off.

Emma's kick was savage, the hard point of her shoe violating Harley's womanhood through her shorts, lifting her off her feet. Harley was smickey-smacked back against the car; it rocked with a violent shudder. Both hurting, the two women stared daggers at each other, while panting and trying to ease the pain in their crotches.

 "You kicked my cootch!" Harley moaned.

 "You kicked mine, you little shit!" Emma snarled back. Then she smiled, nastily. Fuck, you don't become a central member and leader of the X-Men by asking nicely. She knew how to deal with bitches, she remembered the drubbings she had handed out to Ororo and that LeBeau bitch in the Danger Room.

 "I take it this means we won't be working together then?" Emma inquired, snarkily.

 "No, but I promise to cry when they bury your body!" Harley wiped away imaginary tears.

 "Okay bitch, it's your funeral!" Emma hissed.

Determinedly, she unfastened her cape as Harley hobbled forwards towards her.

Emma dived, arms around Harley's waist; she drove her back against the car. There was a loud thub. The car snicker-snacked on the impact.

Emma had her hands under Harley's chin, forcing her head back. Her fist smicked into Harley's belly. Harley gasped, then raked her nails across Emma's eyes.

Emma twisted, her hands clutching her eyes. Viciously, Harley kicked Emma in the arse. Determined to send Emma headfirst into the wall.

Emma threw out her arms, stopping her head only inches from the hard brick.

She turned, snarling savagely. Her fist swung for the head of the grinning clown-faced bitch.

The clown-faced bitch ducked. The fist sailed harmlessly over her grinning head.

Harley rose, and so did her fist. Uppercutting Emma's chin. The back of her head hit the wall.

Harley put her head down and headbutted Emma in the right tit. The tit splittter-splatted.

 "Fuck!" Emma screamed, backing up towards the wall.

Harley lowered her head; this time she was going for the left tit. Emma knew what was coming, she  spun along the wall; Harley's head hit the brick with a dull thub.

Emma raised her fist, ready to put the slut down when Harley's backhand snapped her head back.

Emma fired back with a fist to Harley's mouth, which fuckled her teeth and her lips. Emma grabbed her shirt, spinning her and slamming her back into the car, then pulled her up, straight into a right hook. Sending Harley's spit spraying out over the car.

 "Fucking..."

Emma slammed Harley back against the car, another thub. Harley gasped. The t-shirt tore as Emma pulled her into another blow. Harley's face was fuckled; battered, bruised, with blood pouring from her nose.

 "...Kill you!" Emma continued.

 "Bring it on!" Harley screamed as her savage uppercut buried itself into the tender underside of Emma's left tit, knocking it out of the cup. Freedom granted it rose majestically towards Emma's face before gravity took over as it flibbed out of the corset.

 "Uck!"

Emma gasped as Harley's blow to the stomach forced the air out of her lungs. Emma folded over like paper, her mouth open in shock as her guts churbbled.

Harley's left hook smashed Emma to the concrete of the alley. As Emma tried to reset, Harley stood gloating above her until Emma's side kick to the legs sent her crashing to the floor. Hissing, Emma launched herself at Harley. Harley grabbed Emma's hair as Emma clawed at her face as they rolled on the floor.

Emma was on top. Leaning up, Harley tried to bite Emma's face. Emma yanked Harley's head to the side by her pigtails. Harley's teeth gnashed on thin air, snicker snapping.

 "Dirty whore", Emma hissed as she ravenously chowed on Harley's right shoulder. Harley screamed as her left fist crashed into the side of Emma's face; Emma spewed, then her right. Emma's wrist jammed into Harley's chin. The second that Harley's face glazed over was all the time Emma needed. Her left-hand fastened Harley's nose shut, the right hand clamped over her mouth.

 "Aw, little clown face. Is it getting hard to breathe?"

Emma asked with mocking sympathy.

 "Mmmfff!" Came the muffled reply.

Harley's hands pawed at Emma's hands. Teeth bared, Emma was grinning, staring at the light dying in clown-face's pretty little blue eyes. She pressed down harder with her full body weight. This was amazing. She was so used to using psionic blasts but doing it this way...she could feel herself getting hard; this was so physical.

She saw the clown face's eyelids starting to flutter, her struggling getting weaker. This was so hot; psionic blasts never felt so good. Assured of her foes' suffocation, her body relaxed, just a bit. But it was enough.

Harley's teeth crunched into her fingers, mangling them; blood started to flow. Emma shrieked; Harley giggled. She was going to hurt the bitch bad; she'd fucking cripple her.

Emma's fist hit her eye. Harley didn't care; she just chowed down harder, mauling those fingers like sausages.

Emma tried for a knee to the crotch; Harley moved to block it, but the knee smashed painfully into her thigh. Harley scrambled to get her foot under Emma's chin, her head thrust back. Emma's hands grasped Harley's throat, squeezing with a manic look on her face. Harley thrust out with her legs, sending Emma back into the car.

Her head hit the car with a clank. She stood frozen for a moment, then shook her head to reset herself. She was queen of the Hellfire Club, goddammit; she would not lose a fight to this snot-nosed little punk.

Harley Quinn rose. She was the Clown Princess of Crime; she would show this jumped-up high-class whore who was the boss. She would make puddin' proud of her.

They lunged at each other.

Emma grabbed the back of Harley's shirt, ripping it and throwing her on top of the bonnet. Harley's kick snapped Emma's head back. Blood and spit sprayed from her mouth. Emma reset herself before diving at her opponent, grabbing her neck and banging it against the bonnet.

Harley's fingers shot out, jabbing her fingers into Emma's eyes. Emma squealed in pain. As Harley pulled her off by her hair, Emma got in a good, clawed slap to Harley's face. Her fingers gouged red furrows into Harley's face.

As they lay side by side, face to face on the bonnet, they thrashed at each other. Emma's fist smooched Harley's face as her kick to the twat was blocked by Emma's knee. In their thrashing, Emma got her legs around Harley's waist; she pumped her legs. Harley gasped. Reaching forwards, Emma peeled off what was left of Harley's t-shirt. Taking a firm breast in each hand, she squeezed. Harley howled and started thrashing.

That didn't stop Emma's determined milking until the back of Harley's face smashed into Emma's face. Her face exploded red. Harley kicked Emma off the car. Emma's face was covered in red, furious as the red liquid seeped onto the alley; she yanked Harley off the car by the legs. Then she started stomping. 

Desperately wrapping her arms around Emma's legs, trapping them, she bit into Emma's thigh. That got a good scream. Emma fruitlessly pounded Harley's shoulders. Harley cackled, rising to her feet; she reached up, pulling Emma's corset down around her waist. Her target selected, Harley bit deeply into Emma's naked right tit. Squeezing the flesh greedily, trying to stuff as much of it in her mouth as she could.  Emma threw her head back and screamed harder.

When Harley moved her attention to the prominent nipple, Emma's screams grew louder still. For a second, Harley opened her mouth grinning like a mad morlock, her teeth stained red with Emma's blood, before turning her attention to the other tit. Clamping down hard on the thumb-like nipple. Emma screeched. Out of her mind with pure agony, her hands fumbled down to Harley's shorts, her hands finding their way through the narrow space between her shorts and her flesh. Harley's chewing slowed down. Emma thrust her fingers in, jabbing into Harley's snatch.

Harley grunted, chewing down on Emma's nipple with renewed vigour. Emma stifled another scream. Emma's fingers probed deeper, then she found the little nub. Emma twisted, digging in with her nails. Harley screamed, her bite releasing. The phrase 'Squeeze 'em till their pips squeal' popped into Emma's mind. Yeah she was. With her other hand, never releasing her vicelike grip on Harley's pip, Emma slammed Harley's head into the car.

Harley was stunned. Emma grabbed her head and, with her other hand, opened the car door. Emma stifled a sob as she looked down at the bloody meal Harley had made of her breasts.

 "You fucked with my tits, kint!"

Harley was still stunned, her eyes glassic. Emma stuffed Harley's breasts into the door frame and deliberately slammed the door shut. Harley howled piteously.

Emma briefly held the door open before she slammed it again. Harley's howl was quieter this time, her voice choking, broken. She tried to sink to her knees, cradling her deformed pancaked tits. Emma wouldn't let her.  She hauled Harley up by the hair; again, she stuffed Harley's tits into the door frame. Emma pushed the door tighter. Another moan.

Casually now, smiling through bloody lips.  Emma bumped the door with her arse.

Harley was just blubbering now; blood gyred from her mouth, her eyes glassick from the pain. Her once proud breasts were purple and deflated and flobby.

 "There, there, little clown face, sleepy time soon" Emma grabbed her head and slammed it into the front windscreen of the car. There was a dull thudding sound as Harley's head thunked against it.

And bounced off.

 "Damn!"

This was supposed to be a spectacular finish. Try again. Emma lifted the pig-tailed fiend's head; the body attached to it twitched, the eyes dull, glassy, zoogled. Then she slammed it again.

Kssshhhhk!

Harley's head smashed through the windscreen. This time there was a brillig - well, it was to Emma - sound of breaking glass. She loved that sound, especially when it was some little shit's head going through it. Emma noted that the twitching had stopped.

Emma looked at the body. Little shards of red-smeared windscreen dropped onto Harley's unmoving head.

Was she dead?

Who cares?

Emma knew from bitter experience that these colourful super-villains were worse than fucking cockroaches. It didn't matter what you did to them; kill them, chop them up into little pieces, shove 'em down a black hole, there was always an improbable chain of events that resulted in their resurrection.

Well, when it did happen, she would be ready.

BLAM!

Emma looked up at a giant 'X' in the sky. Who would do that? Magik? Jubilee? Jean Grey? She hoped it was Jean; she'd sort it out. She walked towards it. She smiled; she was going home.

[Horny-Jew]

Emma grabbed the back of Harley's shirt, ripping it and throwing her on top of the bonnet.

Much too violent for my taste, but this part got me hard.

[Rocko23]

Great fight and brutal- very funny how both think the other is a whore and in character for both. Glad Emma won!

[Rocko23]