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Babs and Harley go to meet the gals...

by Anzaleth
Storyline What the heck is this???
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Previous Chapter Babs tries to figure out why she's Croc and working with Harley

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Killer Croc sauntered out of the room, following by the grinning and well-fucked Harley.

"Sorry for the wait, gals," Harley said.

"Harley, we're on a schedule, " Ivy sighed. "We can all fuck after we pull it off, okay? Let's just focus right now."

All fuck?

Babs blinked as she started to remember more, how she had helped the Gotham Sirens pull off all sorts of crazy crime sprees and how they spent so much of their free time fucking each other. Especially Babs fucking them. Harley, Ivy, Pussy -- they all couldn't get enough of Killer Croc's giant body, thick, corded muscles, and big throbbing clit that was bigger than a lot of guys' dicks.

Fuck, those lipstick lesbos just couldn't get enough of Babs' super-butch body. It was like having a harem of horny evil supermodels all obsessed with big ol' her.

"You okay, Pudding?" Harley asked.

Babs was having such a hard time focusing - Batgirl, Killer Croc, they all blended together so much. It was hard to focus. The only things that she could focus on where how great it felt to be so big and fucking strong, and how fucking horny she was. Her giant clit was was throbbing.

She was so distracted she didn't realized that Poison Ivy and Catwoman looked a little different.

* * *

Zanna Z. Nigma, the Riddling Witch, appeared on top of a building in a puff of green smoke.

"Mmmm, feels so nice to be me." 

She ran her long green nails over her leotard, caressing her crotch.

"Now, lemme see, where can a Riddling Witch get a little fun here?"

She spotted the Flash zipping through the city.

"Sure, that sounds like a hoot."

* * *

"Thank you so much, Bruce," Ophelia cooed as she showered her face with kisses. "Thank you for letting me be who I want."

"Of course, " he replied. "You have the right to be the woman you want to be."

"Wagh! Wagh! I couldn't agree more. Now, I need some help from you with that."

"What?"

"I am a bird of some rare tastes, and if you want to keep your plump little wifey happy, dearest, then you need to make sure that she kept in fur, jewels, and plenty of other bling-bling. Wagh!" 


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