Hungry Harley sounds great!
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
"Kltpzyxm! Oh son of a bit--" POOF!
With a puff of smoke and a scent almost exactly the opposite of pleasant, Mr. Mxyzptlk found himself right back in the Fifth Dimension. He had waited for months - MONTHS! - and within mere moments of reappearing back on Earth he was back home again!
And why? Had Superman outsmarted him again? Had the Legion of Super-friends thought up some exciting, convoluted plan to get him to say his name backwards? Had that crafty Batman actually decided to get involved this time and match his wits against the one and only Mr. Mxyzptlk?
NO! A stray wind had tickled his nose and he had SNEEZED his name backwards! The injustice of it was the only thing greater than the odds of such a situation ever happening. Now he would have to wait months again before he could set foot on Earth.
It just wasn't fair that the game was over before it had even begun and for a few moments, Mr. Mxyptlk was tempted to sulk about it. He shrugged that off immediately. Pouting wasn't really in his nature; if this game was a failure, he would just have to find another way entertain himself until he could see the man in blue tights again. He just needed someone else to be his proxy... someone who could make the game interesting - a trickster. But who?
- - -
Harley Quinn gunned the motor but instead of the burst of speed she was hoping for, the motorcycle only sputtered and then died completely. She brushed her black and red pigtails off her bare shoulders with a sigh and slid gracefully from the seat. The tight leather pants hugged the curve of her ass; a literal second skin that showed off exactly how toned and sleek she was. She glanced quickly at the rooftop across the street before she was on the move again.
"You're not getting away this time, Quinn!" Damian Wayne, Robin, flicked a wrist towards the shapely curves of Harley's retreating ass and sent three blades spinning towards her. His jaw tightened as each missed her and sunk into the brick wall behind where she had been.
Blowing a loud raspberry, Harley Quinn slid into the darkness of the rain-soaked alley. Batman might warn him to take the situation cautiously but Robin wasn't about to let Quinn get away while he was peering down an alley three blocks over. He smirked and dove into the inky darkness after her... and ran directly into the broad side of a dumpster.
"Ha ha ha! What's the matter, bird-boy? Did Bats not give you the right training or are you just trying to make me feel better about putting you out of your misery? Hee hee!"
"Shut up!" Robin snarled and immediately felt his face growing even hotter at the loss of control. He had received nothing but the best training since birth; first with the League of Assassins and then with the Batman himself and he was still reduced to looking like an amateur by a glorified tightrope walker!
"Goood comeback, boy-blonder! Guess it's true that Batsy doesn't choose you guys for your brains. Not to worry... I can talk nice and slow for you! Gooo hoommmee... biirrdd... brraaiin.... Ha ha!" The infuriating woman pronounced each 'ha' as if it were going to make it madder. The fact that it DID only made it worse.
He brushed himself off quickly and took a deep breath before hurrying forward again. His eyes were adjusting now and he moved quickly; dodging over boxes, a drunken hobo and the discarded front bumper of a car. He passed several doorways, most locked and probably nailed shut but some where open, leading into dark, deserted buildings.
He was about to switch to his thermal lenses when he heard running footsteps and caught the movement of a shadow far down the other end of the alley.
"... Quinn..." He smirked triumphantly. Nobody would care about the growing bruise above his eye if he finished the night by handing Harley over to Commissioner Gordon.
He ran faster now; sprinting down the narrow corridor to make up for lost time. He was so focused on his prey that he didn't see the head of the oversized mallot until it swung out and connected with his chest.
WHUMP!
Robin's armor absorbed most of the blow but it still knocked the wind out of him and drove Damian from his feet. Damn that girl could hit HARD! In the narrow alley, it felt like he flew 20 feet before his back smacked hard against brick and he slid to the ground.
'Concussion' his mind scolded when it seemed to take several seconds for his feet to finally reach the ground again. Robin collapsed in a heap and tried not to groan heroically as the woman's laughter washed over him again.
"Ha ha ha! That's what you get for picking on a poor defenseless woman like moi! ... Hey, where'd you go bird-brain?!"
There was irritation in Quinn's voice now. She must have lost him in the oppressive darkness. Retreat would be the safest, smartest choice; Robin immediately dismissed it. He had seen his father fight far more dangerous foes with injuries that would cripple a weaker man. Damian refused to be that weaker man; especially when his foe was a bimbo sidekick in a pushup bra!
Robin staggered to his feet and the world swam around him. He forced himself to focus and shoved a piece of debris out of his way to confront the curvy clown.
His vision rose... and rose... and rose...
It was impossible! He could see her well now. In fact, it wasn't possible to miss Harley Quinn as she towered easily 100 feet above him!
"Definitely a concussion..." Robin breathed in awe.
Harley stood there, looking completely casual as she leaned on the handle of her equally enormous mallot. Her ample chest, the one good thing about the psycho as far as Damian was concerned, was now an enormous valley of smooth, pale skin that heaved against her tight leather bustier with each breath she took.
Harley turned in place, scanning for him and Robin felt his jaw drop as the spectacular curve of her ass turned towards him. The dark coloring of her pants should make it hard to see but just enough light filtered down the alley to dance of the firm, round curves. Robin was as trained a profession as this business could allow but seeing her curves magnified in this way was nothing short of miraculous!
It was a shame Damian was going to have to put some bruises on that tush to teach her a lesson.
He steeled himself and leapt forward. He knew he could not trust his eyes but he also knew how narrow the alleyway was. He took two steps towards the giantess and threw a punch with all the force he had. He connected with nothing and his momentum carried him several steps forward until he tripped over an enormous condom wrapper and stumbled to the ground again.
"Hey there little mousey... I won't hurt you," Harley's mocking voice boomed down towards him. As she spoke, she swung one foot forward, poising the toe of her boot directly above Robin's body.
This was NOT an injury! Something was VERY wrong here! He dove to the side just as the boot crashed down, grinding back and forth like she was crushing a cigarette. Her bright eyes followed him and she could feel her studying him closer.
"What... the...?" Harley breathed quietly before a big grin started to spread across her lips. "Mmm...hee hee... its not a mouse! Its a little bird that's forgotten how to fly."
Harley purred the last word as she stooped down to loom over the tiny crime fighter. The leather of her pants creeks slightly as her knees spread wide and Robin was left blinking up at her grinning face from between her thighs.
Her gleaming eyes soaked him in for a long moment before she finally reached a hand down to grab him. Robin's staff was in his hand in an instant and he swung it with all his might at the advancing fingers which didn't seem to even notice the blow.
'Focus, idiot! Use your training!' Robin aimed for a nerve with the next blow but before he could actually strike, the hand was on him. Strong fingers thicker than his legs wrapped easily around his torso and yanked him up into the air. The sudden force yanked his staff from his fingers and after a long couple of seconds, finally clanged against the ground far below.
His arms were pinned to his sides as Harley's grip tightened and she stood. Her body swept past: tight, leather clad thighs; smooth, bare stomach with a hint of the Joker's face tattooed on her hip; the heavy clasps of her bustier and then the deep crevice of her incredible cleavage. Each breast was easily bigger than his entire body and looking at the two, firm mountains swell as she sucked in a breath; Robin was half certain his voice would echo if he stood between them.
"Well well well bird-boy. I've never had a pet before." Her warm breath washed over him and he could feel himself flushing at the forced intimacy. Yanking his eyes away from her cleavage, he found himself face to face with the largest pair of pouty lips that he had ever seen.
"Except for a gerbil and... well... he didn't die of old age if you know what I mean, Ha ha!" he couldn't see it, but he could hear the pat she gave her leather clad ass to indicate the animals final resting place. As soon as she said it, a crease formed between her eyes as a thought started to form.
'Not good,' Robin reflected and began to twist and struggle against Harley's grip. He had to find Batman and find a way to restore his size and that all began with getting one hand free. He strained but Harley Quinn's grip didn't loosen.
She was in motion now; stepping back out to the entrance of the alley and beneath a dingy street light to look at him closer. Her lips curled into a wide grin before puckering slightly and blowing a breath down over him again.
"Shhhh... shhhhh... don't struggle boy-toy. You'll hurt yourself!" She giggled to her self. "and that's clearly MY job."
With a puff of smoke and a scent almost exactly the opposite of pleasant, Mr. Mxyzptlk found himself right back in the Fifth Dimension. He had waited for months - MONTHS! - and within mere moments of reappearing back on Earth he was back home again!
And why? Had Superman outsmarted him again? Had the Legion of Super-friends thought up some exciting, convoluted plan to get him to say his name backwards? Had that crafty Batman actually decided to get involved this time and match his wits against the one and only Mr. Mxyzptlk?
NO! A stray wind had tickled his nose and he had SNEEZED his name backwards! The injustice of it was the only thing greater than the odds of such a situation ever happening. Now he would have to wait months again before he could set foot on Earth.
It just wasn't fair that the game was over before it had even begun and for a few moments, Mr. Mxyptlk was tempted to sulk about it. He shrugged that off immediately. Pouting wasn't really in his nature; if this game was a failure, he would just have to find another way entertain himself until he could see the man in blue tights again. He just needed someone else to be his proxy... someone who could make the game interesting - a trickster. But who?
- - -
Harley Quinn gunned the motor but instead of the burst of speed she was hoping for, the motorcycle only sputtered and then died completely. She brushed her black and red pigtails off her bare shoulders with a sigh and slid gracefully from the seat. The tight leather pants hugged the curve of her ass; a literal second skin that showed off exactly how toned and sleek she was. She glanced quickly at the rooftop across the street before she was on the move again.
"You're not getting away this time, Quinn!" Damian Wayne, Robin, flicked a wrist towards the shapely curves of Harley's retreating ass and sent three blades spinning towards her. His jaw tightened as each missed her and sunk into the brick wall behind where she had been.
Blowing a loud raspberry, Harley Quinn slid into the darkness of the rain-soaked alley. Batman might warn him to take the situation cautiously but Robin wasn't about to let Quinn get away while he was peering down an alley three blocks over. He smirked and dove into the inky darkness after her... and ran directly into the broad side of a dumpster.
"Ha ha ha! What's the matter, bird-boy? Did Bats not give you the right training or are you just trying to make me feel better about putting you out of your misery? Hee hee!"
"Shut up!" Robin snarled and immediately felt his face growing even hotter at the loss of control. He had received nothing but the best training since birth; first with the League of Assassins and then with the Batman himself and he was still reduced to looking like an amateur by a glorified tightrope walker!
"Goood comeback, boy-blonder! Guess it's true that Batsy doesn't choose you guys for your brains. Not to worry... I can talk nice and slow for you! Gooo hoommmee... biirrdd... brraaiin.... Ha ha!" The infuriating woman pronounced each 'ha' as if it were going to make it madder. The fact that it DID only made it worse.
He brushed himself off quickly and took a deep breath before hurrying forward again. His eyes were adjusting now and he moved quickly; dodging over boxes, a drunken hobo and the discarded front bumper of a car. He passed several doorways, most locked and probably nailed shut but some where open, leading into dark, deserted buildings.
He was about to switch to his thermal lenses when he heard running footsteps and caught the movement of a shadow far down the other end of the alley.
"... Quinn..." He smirked triumphantly. Nobody would care about the growing bruise above his eye if he finished the night by handing Harley over to Commissioner Gordon.
He ran faster now; sprinting down the narrow corridor to make up for lost time. He was so focused on his prey that he didn't see the head of the oversized mallot until it swung out and connected with his chest.
WHUMP!
Robin's armor absorbed most of the blow but it still knocked the wind out of him and drove Damian from his feet. Damn that girl could hit HARD! In the narrow alley, it felt like he flew 20 feet before his back smacked hard against brick and he slid to the ground.
'Concussion' his mind scolded when it seemed to take several seconds for his feet to finally reach the ground again. Robin collapsed in a heap and tried not to groan heroically as the woman's laughter washed over him again.
"Ha ha ha! That's what you get for picking on a poor defenseless woman like moi! ... Hey, where'd you go bird-brain?!"
There was irritation in Quinn's voice now. She must have lost him in the oppressive darkness. Retreat would be the safest, smartest choice; Robin immediately dismissed it. He had seen his father fight far more dangerous foes with injuries that would cripple a weaker man. Damian refused to be that weaker man; especially when his foe was a bimbo sidekick in a pushup bra!
Robin staggered to his feet and the world swam around him. He forced himself to focus and shoved a piece of debris out of his way to confront the curvy clown.
His vision rose... and rose... and rose...
It was impossible! He could see her well now. In fact, it wasn't possible to miss Harley Quinn as she towered easily 100 feet above him!
"Definitely a concussion..." Robin breathed in awe.
Harley stood there, looking completely casual as she leaned on the handle of her equally enormous mallot. Her ample chest, the one good thing about the psycho as far as Damian was concerned, was now an enormous valley of smooth, pale skin that heaved against her tight leather bustier with each breath she took.
Harley turned in place, scanning for him and Robin felt his jaw drop as the spectacular curve of her ass turned towards him. The dark coloring of her pants should make it hard to see but just enough light filtered down the alley to dance of the firm, round curves. Robin was as trained a profession as this business could allow but seeing her curves magnified in this way was nothing short of miraculous!
It was a shame Damian was going to have to put some bruises on that tush to teach her a lesson.
He steeled himself and leapt forward. He knew he could not trust his eyes but he also knew how narrow the alleyway was. He took two steps towards the giantess and threw a punch with all the force he had. He connected with nothing and his momentum carried him several steps forward until he tripped over an enormous condom wrapper and stumbled to the ground again.
"Hey there little mousey... I won't hurt you," Harley's mocking voice boomed down towards him. As she spoke, she swung one foot forward, poising the toe of her boot directly above Robin's body.
This was NOT an injury! Something was VERY wrong here! He dove to the side just as the boot crashed down, grinding back and forth like she was crushing a cigarette. Her bright eyes followed him and she could feel her studying him closer.
"What... the...?" Harley breathed quietly before a big grin started to spread across her lips. "Mmm...hee hee... its not a mouse! Its a little bird that's forgotten how to fly."
Harley purred the last word as she stooped down to loom over the tiny crime fighter. The leather of her pants creeks slightly as her knees spread wide and Robin was left blinking up at her grinning face from between her thighs.
Her gleaming eyes soaked him in for a long moment before she finally reached a hand down to grab him. Robin's staff was in his hand in an instant and he swung it with all his might at the advancing fingers which didn't seem to even notice the blow.
'Focus, idiot! Use your training!' Robin aimed for a nerve with the next blow but before he could actually strike, the hand was on him. Strong fingers thicker than his legs wrapped easily around his torso and yanked him up into the air. The sudden force yanked his staff from his fingers and after a long couple of seconds, finally clanged against the ground far below.
His arms were pinned to his sides as Harley's grip tightened and she stood. Her body swept past: tight, leather clad thighs; smooth, bare stomach with a hint of the Joker's face tattooed on her hip; the heavy clasps of her bustier and then the deep crevice of her incredible cleavage. Each breast was easily bigger than his entire body and looking at the two, firm mountains swell as she sucked in a breath; Robin was half certain his voice would echo if he stood between them.
"Well well well bird-boy. I've never had a pet before." Her warm breath washed over him and he could feel himself flushing at the forced intimacy. Yanking his eyes away from her cleavage, he found himself face to face with the largest pair of pouty lips that he had ever seen.
"Except for a gerbil and... well... he didn't die of old age if you know what I mean, Ha ha!" he couldn't see it, but he could hear the pat she gave her leather clad ass to indicate the animals final resting place. As soon as she said it, a crease formed between her eyes as a thought started to form.
'Not good,' Robin reflected and began to twist and struggle against Harley's grip. He had to find Batman and find a way to restore his size and that all began with getting one hand free. He strained but Harley Quinn's grip didn't loosen.
She was in motion now; stepping back out to the entrance of the alley and beneath a dingy street light to look at him closer. Her lips curled into a wide grin before puckering slightly and blowing a breath down over him again.
"Shhhh... shhhhh... don't struggle boy-toy. You'll hurt yourself!" She giggled to her self. "and that's clearly MY job."
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