Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy's Slobby Succulents (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (Harley Quinn Show) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) and Sexual Content

   In opposition to most days living in Gotham, Poison Ivy had been given the rare opportunity to kick back and enjoy a day of quiet relaxation. Splayed out on a couch in an abandoned mall wasn’t a typical place to spend a lazy day. Then again Ivy herself wasn’t normal with her green skin, bright red hair, and penchant for murder via living plants. This precious moment had been afforded her thanks to Harley and her crew being out to perform a string of heists. With Frank out hanging with the weed dealer he had befriended, Ivy set to just lay back and enjoy skimming through a magazine. It was a such a perfect moment that it was inevitable that something would come along to bring it to a screeching halt.

   “Sup, Ivy?” Harley asked, her bleach white face grinning ear to ear as she shook the blue and pink tips of her blonde pigtails.

   Looking up from her magazine, Ivy looked around to see that Harley was alone with only a sack of ill-gotten loot accompanying her. “Where’s everyone else?”

   “They’re still out doing some clean up after our last job. It got a little messy,” she added as she wiped off lingering blood stains from her red and black crop top and shorts.

   “Do you want to change first?” Ivy asked.

   “Sorry, no time,” Harley said as she rummaged through her bag. “Besides, the green jacket, white shirt, and green pants look doesn’t really work for me.” Harley paused for a moment to glance over at Ivy. “But they look great on you.”

   “Thanks?” Ivy said, making her way over to the bag. “So what did you steal this time?”

   With a wide grin, Harley yanked back her hand to reveal a small, sealed paper envelope. Taking the packet from Harley’s hands, Ivy opened it up and took a peek inside. What she saw were a gathering of seeds covered in stripes of black and white. Though she had seen her fair share of dangerous plants before, something about these in particular seemed off.

   “What are these?” Ivy said, waving around the packet.

   “Some kind of experimental seeds I stole from a fast food corporation,” Harley answered. “Nabbed them from a guy named Dr. Teld. Really stringy and creepy so he was just asking to be given a good beat down. Don’t worry, he’s alive. Just might not be eating solid foods for a while.”

   “And you did all of this, because…?”

   “Because it was guarded like it was a piece of fucking fine art,” she said. “That means it’s got to be worth something.”

   “Or that it could be incredibly dangerous.”

   Just as Ivy was about to toss the bag away, Harley grabbed her wrist. “Which is why I gave them to you,” she said. “Come on Ives. This could be a huge score for us.”

   As much as Ivy wanted to say no, she knew her argument couldn’t get past the puppy dog like-look in Harley’s eyes. Heaving a sigh, Ivy gave a slight nod. Holding the packet above her head, she turned once more towards Ivy.

   “If this kills us, please remember it was completely your fault,” Ivy said.

   “Can’t blame me if we’re dead,” Harley replied, trying in vain to ease Ivy’s worries with a grin.

   Preparing herself for the worst, Ivy used her powers to inject a surge of energy into the seeds. She tossed the packet to the ground moments before it burst open to allow the seeds to spread out with green tendrils. Though the vines were dotted in numerous flower buds, any sense of ease was undone by the astounding rate in which the plant spread across the mall.

   Seeing the encroaching vines envelop the room, Ivy turned towards Harley with a glare in her eyes. “I told you!”

   “Just shut up and run!” Harley shouted, leading the way towards one of the exits.

   Moments before Harley could grasp the door handle, she was pushed back by a thick veil of vines. Gritting her teeth, she tried to break through with a few swift whacks of her bat. Seeing that the tendrils were unaffected, Ivy stepped forward to take the lead. Holding out her palms, she attempted to control the vines to move out of her way. However, the plants remained steadfast in keeping the two of them in place.

   “What’s going on?” Harley asked, continuing to beat against the vegetation. “Why isn’t this working?”

   “I don’t know,” Ivy said, trying once more to get the plant to listen to her command. “Something’s off. It doesn’t want to listen to me.”

   “Is this a disobedience thing or are you just having performance anxiety?”

   “No! There’s just something off about how its reacting to me. It’s like I’m missing something. The problem is I don’t know what it-“

   Ivy and Harley sprung back from the wall as two tentacles came flying out. Landing away from the blockade they watched as the tendrils slithered towards them only to stop a few feet away. Flower bulbs perched at the tips of the vines opened up to allow plump, darkish purple fruit to pop out. A pair of gasps escaping from the two women’s mouths at the sight made for the perfect opportunity for the plant to launch the produce right down their throats.

   The revulsion the two of them felt as the fruit slid down was slightly diminished by the sweet flavor that graced their tongues. Shocked by the sudden feeding and wonderful flavor, they didn’t’ have a chance to stop the tendrils from pushing another set into their mouths. This time they allowed the produce to linger in their mouths, biting down and letting the juice pour out the sides of their lips. The sweet juice that graced their taste buds put them in a momentary state of bliss that lasted up until Harley let out a loud BWOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP.