This choice: Harley is on a shrinking rampage • Go Back... "WEEEEE! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!" Harley laughed as she wheeled around, blasting everything in her sight with her new toy. She skipped and danced around as she shrunk cars, newspaper stands, garbage cans, and even the odd late-night walker or stray animal. She stopped in front of a shrunken woman, leaning down in an exaggerated manner to pick her up. Her trench coat had long since been discarded- there was no point to trying to stay out of sight when you were shrinking people left and right- so her curvy body, hidden by her trademark jester costume, was on full display. Her breasts hung down like pendulums as she roughly picked up the screaming woman, who was dressed in an outfit similar to Black Canary's, and brought her up to her face. She grinned as the tiny redhead beat at her closed fist, enjoying the sight of her squirming.
"Why hello little doll! What'a you doing out so late at night?" the demented jester cooed, bringing the woman up to her face to rub against her pale cheek. She reminded her of Poison Ivy in a way; maybe she'd keep this one as a pet? They could play dress up, have tea parties, and when Harley was done with her there were all sorts of fun places on Harley's body she could be tucked away in.
The woman was whimpering, but still managed to snarl out a "Fuck you!" directed at Harley. The clown girl gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.
"Such a potty mouth!" she scolded, wagging her finger at the little lady of the night. "I think you need ta be put on time out!" Harley brought the woman behind her back, lifting away the neck of her costume to reveal her bare back. Carelessly, she tossed the woman inside of her outfit, letting her spandex snap back as soon as the woman got trapped inside her crack. Harley wiggled her ass, giggling as she gave it a light slap. Outlines of other shrunken people could be seen in her outfit, trapped against her body and her costume. Some were pinned to her ass, while others had wound up pressed against her belly or thighs. A few of the luckier ones had ended up trapped between or under her milky breasts, while one particularly lucky fellow was squirming underneath her sex.
"A gal could get used to this," she sighed, rubbing her thighs together to coax another round of squirms out of her unlucky- or very lucky- captive.
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Meanwhile, Robin found himself still stuck between Black Canary's large mammeries, his body squeezed between the two massive orbs. His erection was pressing shamelessly into her cleavage, not that he could help it- no amount of self-control could have helped in this situation- but Black Canary didn't comment on it. Robin did note, however, in the flashes of her face that he saw whenever she went over a bump that her face was more flushed than usual, and that he could hear her heart beating rapidly underneath the flesh that surrounded him. On an unrelated note, he also remembered that she and Green Arrow had gone through another one of their fights recently and were taking a break.
Deciding to try and break the ice, Robin called up to the titaness. "Hey Dinah, how come your outfit doesn't have any pockets? Like where do you keep your cell phone and wallet?"
Black Canary merely chuckled. "If you look around in there a little bit, I'm sure you'll find them."
"O-oh. I was just wondering if you had some place else you could've stuck me."
"Weeeellll... I guess you're small enough to slip into my stockings, too. Or a boot."
"...I think I'm fine where I am," Robin muttered. Dinah laughed hard at that.
"Well, you know what they say kid. A bird in the hand..."
Is worth two in the bush, Robin finished in his mind. "So, uh, where are you taking me now?"
"Well, I could drop you off at your dad's house... but I think it might be safer if you waited things out with Oracle and myself. Maybe the other girls, too, if they're at the hideout. Can't be too careful, you know."
"Right... hey, what about the Sizer?"
"I'm sure he'll turn up eventually," Dinah shrugged, stopping briefly to readjust her outfit. Robin's world became tighter for a few seconds, Black Canary's breasts nearly crushing the breath out of his lungs before suddenly parting, giving him a little more room than before. "Sorry about that. I thought it was getting a little tight in there, so I decided to unbutton a little bit. You okay in there, Robin?"
Robin, now able to see and be seen just fine, gave the blonde hero a thumbs up. "J-just peachy!"
Black Canary smirked down at him, making the Boy Wonder look away briefly. Just enough time for Dinah to lick her lips hungrily. A bird in the hand, indeed...
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A few blocks back, Batman and Cassandra were having their own troubles. Batman had succesfully led Cassandra to the location of Harley's rampage, having sat on her shoulder and listed directions like a miniature GPS until they found her trail of destruction. But now, they were left with a dilemma- what should Cassandra do with Batman while she tried to fight Harley? Simply stuffing him in her pocket could be dangerous, since he could fall out or get squished during the fighting. She couldn't put him on her utility belt; only a few of the pouches were even big enough, and they all contained important equipment. They also had the same problem as her pocket. She couldn't leave him alone, either; the young former assassin was at a loss as her miniature mentor pondered the situation.
"Cassandra, there's no helping it," he spoke definitely, folding his arms, "you'll just have to put me in your pocket. Just be careful, and I'm sure everything will be fine."
Cassandra nodded. "Alright... I can do that... Batman." She carefully picked the shrunken hero up, and carefully deposited him in the left pocket of her leathery costume. Her outfit was skintight, leaving little room for Batman to move around in; he was forced to press up against his sidekick's soft thigh as a result. Unlike his other apprentice, however, he had a little more self-control, which helped him keep his calm. The musky scent of leather helped him calm his nerves, as well.
Cassandra stepped quickly through the streets, using the shadows and remaining cars as cover as she went towards the deranged sound of Harley Quinn's laughter. The super villain was easy to find; she was the only one making noise on the streets, after all, seeing as everyone who had crossed her path had ended up shrunken down and stuffed in some part of her outfit. Cassandra crept stealthily towards her, but something must have alerted Harley to her presence as the crazy woman spun around, hefting the Sizer's gun with one hand. In her other hand she clutched the panicking body of a screaming teenager.
"Oh no you don't Bratgirl, you ain't gonna take away my new toy that easily!" Harley challenged, firing a wide beam at Cassandra, who deftly dodged it. Batman grimaced as his world spun upside down; it was lucky that his stomach was just as tough as the rest of his body considering all the acrobatics that Cassandra would need to win this fight.
The two women continued their dangerous dance for several minutes, neither one landing a decisive blow on the other. Cassandra couldn't get too close or else she'd risk catching the wide arc of the size-changing weapon, while Harley was having a hard time hitting an opponent who could read her body language. Eventually, Harley made the first mistake, swinging her weapon in too wide of an arc and sending the beam into the sky. Cassandra quickly closed the distance, making Harley back up with wide eyes as she tried to wrangle her weapon. Before Cassandra could land a punch on her opponent, however, she spotted the small figures that were trapped inside of Harley's outfit. She found herself blushing at that even as her concern grew; she couldn't land a punch or knock Harley out without fear of killing her captives!
Harley's eyes widened as she realized the hero's dilemma, a devious grin slowly playing across her face as she stuck her chest out. "What's the matter, Bratgirl? Never seen a woman who knew how ta accessorize? Maybe if you surrender nicely, and promise ta play nice, I'll shrink down some a those boys you work with so you can have some fer yerself!"
Batgirl shook her head furiously, blushing wildly; she was glad that her mask covered her face in that moment. Scowling, Harley stuck out her tongue at the costumed crime fighter- and then, apparently having an idea, suddenly brought her shrunken captive that was still clutched in her hand up to her face. With an exaggerated "Ahhhh~!" Harley tossed the man inside of her mouth, swishing him around as Cassandra looked on in horror.
"No! Don't eat!" she cried out, pulling out a Batarang. Harley opened her mouth back up, revealing that the shrunken young man was lying down in the center of her tongue; slick with saliva, scared out of his mind, but not digesting in Harley's stomach just yet.
"Bagck uuf, Bragur," Harley slurred, sloshing the teen around her mouth some more as she motioned with her weapon. The young man's cries could be heard each time she opened her mouth. "Oh tha kid gebs it."
Cassandra hesitated; her grasp on language wasn't all that good yet, but she could still plainly understand what Harley was saying from her body language. Back off, Bratgirl, or the kid gets it. But it wasn't like she could just leave and let Harley continue her rampage! That would surely lead to the deaths of the people she had shrunk, somehow, either as the clown's snacks or as her weird, twisted toys. She had to think, figure out a strategy, and quick! Harley was humming loudly, her tongue vibrating beneath her mouth's captive as she slowly angled her head back, letting him slide back ever so slowly on the soft incline of her tongue towards her waiting gullet. She had to save Harley's captives, disarm her, all the while keeping Batman safe inside of her pocket. It was a tall order, even for someone as skilled as she was, and her mind raced for an answer...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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