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"Aaah… nothing quite like taking in some sun, huh Hector?"
"…Woof…" her handsome one-eyed dog replied, lying on his side next to her in the sun.
Superbabes Poison Ivy lay on the rooftop of her apartment building in a tight red sling bikini with her loyal former stray dog Hector laying beside her as they soaked in what little sun from Gotham they could get… which naturally wasn't much, but she didn't want to drive out to any of the Gotham beaches when she could just take a beach chair up to the roof and lie down.
Sunglasses over her eyes, and stretching her supple and beautiful body, she absently stroked her beloved dog as he sighed contentedly, lying on his side and napping to the best of his ability as her hand caressed his soft, dark fur. His leg twitched happily as what little sun sthat oaked into her slightly mutated green body.
Today was a day off, she wasn't going to do ANYTHING today but spend time with her good boy, and her cat if Bast decided to show up. She was a free-spirited girl.
"Mmmmn…" she sighed contentedly, her big green breasts rising and falling as she raised her hands, stretched and placed them behind her head as Hector the Dog continued his nap. She didn't exactly tan anymore, but the sun was very nice on her skin.
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Hector the dog lifted his head, his tail wagging excitedly as Poison Ivy sighed. "…It's my day off…" she said patiently as he rested his handsome boy head on her thigh and WHINED. "…Haa… Hector honey, you're too gosh darn cute." She then reached over, grabbed her phone still playing the song, and answered it.
Time: 10:33 AM. Place: Poison Ivy's Apartment Building. (Roof)
She works hard for the money-CLICK
"Orders, it's my day off-WOOF!-Hector says Hi."
"Yes. Well, these are extenuating circumstances, and we will be paid a significant sum. Also, it's technically a medical emergency."
"I'm not a doctor."
"Don't worry about that."
"When you say things like that, I can't help but be worried. Why not get someone else to do it?"
"Because you have the unique physiology of Poison Ivy."
"Well, yeah that's what you hired me for."
"Yes. THAT specifically is what I pay you for. I need you to go to Star Labs."
"…Oh?"
One explanation later.
"Haaaaaah…" Poison Ivy sighed, but then smiled softly as she hung up and sat up. Her big green breasts wobbled in her red sling bikini before she smiled at Hector, his head still on her leg and his tail wagging excitedly. "Who wants to get babysat by Auntie Orders?" she asked as he barked happily.
"WOOF!"
"Haah." She sighed again, before getting up from her chair and collecting her things, heading back down her fire escape and into her apartment, Hector crawling in after her as she put her things down. "Leroy."
"Bwoop?" Her little trashcan-looking Robot awoke from its sleep mode, hovering off its shelf and floating in front of her. Once her aunt no longer needed him at her place, she brought him home. he spends most of his time watching TV…
"Orders asked me to do something. So I'm going to drop Hector off at her place." She ruffled Hector's happy head as she walked into her closet. "If I'm not back before 5'clock, please feed Bast."
"Boop-Boop." He said, bouncing in the air before adjourning to the couch. His grabber then reached out and snatched the remote before turning it on and watching British people cook.
"And you better not watch Who Wants to be a Superhero without me again, or no TV for a week."
"Beep-Beep." She walked out of her closet, her green body now wrapped up in a very fashionable overcoat and heels. "Tweet-Tweet."
"Thank you." She said, assuming the wolf whistle was a compliment as she hooked on Hector's leash. She walked out of her apartment before looking at Leroy sternly. "…I'm serious about Who Wants to be a Superhero."
"Boop."
"Love you!" she said, "Hector honey, let's go." They wiggled out, bounced down the stairs, and headed to her very fancy and not very economical green sports car. Hector leaping into the passenger's seat and looking very pleased with himself as Poison Ivy sped off into Gotham… And made a pit stop at Orders' house.
The car stopped on a dime, and she got out, letting out her good boy as he rushed to Orders' front door and scratched it. Then sat down and waited for the door to open. Darcy opened the door and watched as Hector rushed in past her. Poison Ivy waved. "I'll be back from him later!" she said as Darcy stoically waved back to the sound of Orders getting her face licked to hilarious response. Speeding off in her sports car to Gotham's Star Labs branch.
Her magnificent car, which she stole from an alien, sped into the parking lot of Star Labs Gotham. She promptly got out of it and strutted curiously around the front door, opened it up and walked in. She walked up to the front desk and greeted the woman jovially. "Hello. I'm here to see a-"
The woman looked up and screamed in horror. "Poison Ivy!?" she recoiled as she smiled.
"Oh. Uh… well… TECHNICALLY." She said, "Sorry. I'm not the real one, just a lookalike." She said in her usual Canadian accent. "I'm here to see Dr. Watara?" she asked as the woman stared at her nervously. "…If I were the real Poison Ivy, I could just make you call her." She said jokingly as the receptionist reached hesitantly for the phone before pulling it quickly to her ear and dialing.
"…D-Dr. Watara? There's a… Poison Ivy Lookalike? Here to see you?... Okay." She hung up nervously. "She'll be right out?"
"Okay great." Poison Ivy said with a smile, "Sorry for the scare."
"Soree?" the receptionist replied as Poison Ivy just smiled and rolled her pretty green eyes just in time for them to lock onto a MASSIVE pair of chocolatey Bessie-sized breasts rushing through the door, before the pretty woman attached to them eventually followed.
"Excellent!" she said in an African-accented voice as she approached. "Quickly come with me!" she added excitedly, grabbing Poison Ivy by the wrists, and both of them bounced deeper into Star Labs.
"Uh… HI?" Poison Ivy said as she suddenly stopped.
"Oh! Right! So sorry. I'm Dr. Kleo Watara." She said, turning around to introduce herself properly and almost crashing the gigantic bowling balls against Poison Ivy's arms. "And I would LOVE to examine you, but we're in a bit of a hurry."
"Examine me? Orders told me that I'm supposed to help with a patient?" Poison Ivy replied as Dr. Watara nodded.
"Oh yes. We could use your help. You're allegedly unique physiology SHOULD assist us in a… medical experiment?" she asked as Poison Ivy raised a red eyebrow.
"…Uh huh." She pulled her wrist from Dr. Watara's grip. "What am I doing?"
"Right. Sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself." She said, smiling prettily and gesturing for Poison Ivy to follow her. "So. Recently, there was a Poison Ivy attack, a real one. She led Poison Ivy deeper into Star Labs, and many of the techs startled or awed at the beautiful green-skinned woman as she followed the MASSIVELY gifted Dr. Watara.
"I heard about that. She robbed the botanical garden of some rare plant, right? And kidnapped the tourists and employees by using her mind control spores or something…"
"Right." Dr. Watara said excitedly, "But not all of them got away. One of them was trapped in a trap!" she said, giggling at her own wordplay. "The police sent him here to us so that we could help him and maybe get some information on Poison Ivy's location… but the usual treatments aren't working." She led Poison Ivy to a pair of doors, opening one and entering.
It looked like an interrogation room in a cop procedural. With a one-way mirror looking into an examination room with a hospital bed. A rather dazed-looking older man, absently bouncing his forehead off the one-way glass.
"Poison Ivy… Poison Ivy…" he bemoaned longingly as Dr. Watara quickly tapped away at a computer.
"Mr. Mortimer Mouse-"
"Mortimer Mouse?" Poison Ivy replied incredulously, but Dr. Watara seemed to not hear her.
"Age 43. Security guard with 10 years of experience. No Health issues apart from the obvious…" she continued, "We don't know why the usual treatments for Poison Ivy attacks aren't working. We've tried Pheromone therapy and Mind Control…" she turned back to Poison Ivy. "At best, we can only hope it wears off at this point. But we still need information on where Poison Ivy went with the other hostages…"
"…So… what does this have to do with me?" Poison Ivy asked, "Apart from my fantastic completion and exotic air, I don't have any Poison Ivy powers. I'm actually horrible with plants." She added, "I can't even keep a cactus alive."
"Well, that rules out my superior's original idea. But I think mine will still work!" Dr. Watara replied excitedly. "Just go in there with your BEST Poison Ivy impression and ask where you're supposed to meet!"
Superbabes Poison Ivy scratched her particularly pretty and bright red-haired green-skinned head with an uncertain look on her face. "…Just go in there and ask him?"
"Yes!" Dr. Watara said cheerily, "Ideally, he won't be able to tell the difference."
"…Okay." Poison Ivy replied with a shrug, "I guess I can do that. But fair warning, my Poison Ivy impression is atrocious."
"…You imitate her and your impression is terrible?"
"I don't think you understand the power of just being green and REALLY HOT has in my circles." Poison Ivy replied with a rather cheeky smile before turning around and walking out the door and moving to the one right next door before raising her fist and knocking on it. "Superbabes-"
Time: 11:09 PM. Place: Star Labs (Exam Room)
"Oh… Right force of habit. Um…" she frowned, pondering thoughtfully before clearing her throat and opening the door.
Mortimer was still bouncing his head off the glass. Mumbling devotedly to Poison Ivy as her relatively accurate impersonator entered the exam room and watched him curiously, and cleared her throat. "Hello there, darling." Poison Ivy purred sultrily and instantly regretted the 'darling'; the real one wouldn't say that. "My devoted slave, Mortimer."
That sounds WAY more Poison Ivy-ish…
Mortimer, however, didn't really notice her at first. "Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy." Thump Thump went his head as she frowned.
"Mortimer… morty?" she approached before resting her green hands on his shoulders and turning him from the glass. She grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes. "Moooorty." She sultry purred again, as he blinked at her. "Hello Morty?"
His dazed eyes finally focused, and he gasped almost childishly, "Poison Ivy!" he declared, before burying his face into her coat-covered chest. "Poison Ivy!" holding her tightly as she sighed softly, patting his head. "You have come for me!"
"Yes… dear." She said uncertainly, patting his head. "Have you been waiting long for me?"
"YES!!" he groaned, sliding down her body, arms around her waist, and holding her. "My mistress! I have waited for so long!"
"Three hours." Said Dr. Watara over a speaker.
"It was agony!" he declared devotedly. Poison Ivy blinked around and patted his head. "Unable to hear your soothing voice and feel your gentle caresses!"
"Well, I'm very Sorry, Morty." Mortimer, who had been practically weeping in his devotion, abruptly stopped.
"…Soree?" he said as Poison Ivy blinked. "Soree?" he repeated looking up at her suspiciously.
"Never mind that, Morty." She said, cupping his face in her hands. "Tell me, Morty, do you remember where we were supposed to meet?" she asked as he blinked, "Morty?"
"Supposed to meet?" he repeated.
"Yes. You were supposed to come with me? Where were we going? Remember Morty?" she asked, "Where did I take all my other hostage-"She caught herself. "My slaves? My babies?" Her sultriness was slipping as she tried to maintain control, but Mortimer suddenly stood up.
"…Where were we going?" he repeated the words, his eyes still somewhat dazed looking narrowed. "Where were we going…?" his attention seemed to be slipping; she was losing him, he was turning back to the glass… well, she knew ONE way to get his attention that never failed.
She loosened the belt of her coat before slipping her fingers into the inside edges, then peeled it from her body. She heard an audible gasp from Dr. Watara from the other room as she let the coat fall to the floo,r revealing her sling bikini that she didn't really bother to take off when she came her.
"Morty." Unable to resist her voice, though that was rapidly losing its appeal, he slowly looked back at her and did a double-take as he stared at her gorgeous green body in her sling bikini, her big breasts wobbling with every sensual breath as she smirked confidently with red lips. "…Where were we supposed to meet?" she said, slowly approaching him. "Where did I take everyone?" She ran her hand on his chest as he gazed into the hypnotic pull of her green cleavage.
Her performance might be something to be desired… but her PRESENCE definitely was.
WHOMP, she abruptly pulled his face into her big green boobs as Dr. Watara squeaked out a nervous. "Tha-That won't be necessary!" she said, but Poison Ivy waved her other hand at the one-way mirror as she held Morty in her chest.
"Give it a second." She said as he moaned devotedly into her cleavage. "Morty?" she pulled him out, "Where are you supposed to be?" she asked as he moaned happily.
"Slaughter swamp-" she promptly pulled him back into her cleavage as he got handsy on her green body, but that was nothing new.
"Slaughter swamp? Where in slaughter swamp?" she asked, rubbing his head and letting him get a real good whiff of her natural semi-plant lady scent before pulling him back out. "Where, eh?"
"The Sunken Botanical Garden." He said dreamily as she pushed him away and leaned him on the mirror of the wall before knocking.
"Okay! You heard him." Said Poison Ivy as SHE heard Dr. Watara.
"Oh! I know where that is! I need to let my superior know quick!" Poison Ivy blinked as she heard the sound of a door opening and shutting as she frowned.
"Uh… doctor?" she said, knocking on the glass before turning to look at the door to the exam room. Approaching it quickly, she grabbed the handle and turned it… only it was locked. "…Oh no," she mumbled uncertainly. "Doctor? Anyone?! HELLO!?"
"Hello." Morty moaned as she sighed and sat on the exam table, crossing her shapely green legs and bouncing her foot as she then crossed her arms under her bouncy chest and sighed. She sighed, bouncing her foot in the air as he got onto his knees and crawled towards her, "Shall I rub your feet, mistress?" he asked reverently as she stared at him, raising an eyebrow.
"…Yeah, fine." She said, swinging her leg over and shoving her foot into his hand as he began to rub it. She wasn't above a foot rub… Morty continued massaging her feet as she waited, and waited… AND waited… "Mmmn…" she leaned back and gave him her other foot which he began sinking his fingers into. Closing her eyes and relaxing…
But then her eyes snapped open as she looked down and saw Morty's mouth around the toes of her right foot, looking VERY happy with himself, still massaging her heels as she stared at him and pulled her foot from his mouth.
"…Now you're making it weird Morty." She said, poking his forehead with her now wet toes.
"I'm sorry mistress, I could not resist." He moaned, going back to massaging her feet as she sighed down at him, watching him thoughtfully as he devotedly massaged her feet again, keeping a close eye on him as his mouth opened again.
"Ah-ah. Morty!" she said as he slowly closed his mouth.
"I'm sorry Mistress I only wish to worship you!" he moaned petulantly as she rolled her eyes.
"This is getting really weird now, Morty." She said lazily as she pulled her feet from his hands. "Just go sit in the corner until some comes to get us."
"But Mistress!" he moaned as she sighed again.
"If I gave you a blowjob, will you just behave?" she asked casually as he blinked up at her.
"…Yes?" he said, and for a brief moment his entranced daze seemed to dissipate, but he dazedly went back to being an obedient hypnotized victim.
"Then stand up, Morty." She ordered, sliding her shapely green ass off the exam bed. Why was she offering Morty a blowjob? Well, she was here, she was bored, and why the heck not? This is her job after all… plus she'll just blame Orders later, she might as well have a LITTLE fun.
Morty stood up as she squatted down on her heels, fiddling with his pants before reaching up to unbuckle his belt. Morty wasn't much to brag about. But it's not like anyone was watching right now… still, she pulled his little Morty out of his pants and, gazing up at him, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue slowly around his rapidly hardening dick.
Poison Ivy's naturally bright red lips wrapped around his tip and slowly she pushed her head down to the base of Monty's cock, feeling him twitching and hearing him moan as she squatted on her heels, slowly bringing her head up his shaft, then repeating, up and down, twisting her lips on his quivering cock as it vibrated excitedly in her mouth. Poison Ivy's skilled tongue, terrible at impersonations but GREAT at licking cock, swirled around his girth as her head moved up and down, faster and faster, her hands on his waist as her big green breasts bounced up and down with her movements, barely restrained by her sling bikini.
"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn? Hmmn…" she sighed, and stopped as Monty moaned, tasting his load on her tongue as she gazed up at him. "Mmn." She pushed her lips to the base of his cock before sliding up to his tip and letting it slip free as she swallowed his cum. "Haa… There. Better Monty?" she replied as he moaned happily, a big goofy smile on his face as his cock drooped slightly, before rising up again as she glanced down at it, her pouty lips… pouting. "Haa." She looked past him towards the mirror and knocked. "Anyone in there?" she asked, and once she got no reply. "Okay."
She grabbed the stretchy slings of her sling bikini before pulling them apart, exposing her big green breasts and cupping her darker green nipples. She raised her big, soft green orbs and wrapped them around Monty's twitching dick before sponging them up and down his cock. Smirking knowingly up at him as his cock happily pulsated in their squishy warmth.
"Hmmn-hmmn…" she hummed to herself, squeezing and rubbing his cock between her big green girls, feeling his pre-cum oozing from his tip as she kept bouncing them up and down, "If you cum all over me, Monty I'll be very upset with you." She said, which after a moment more of titfucking she realized that MAYBE if she didn't want Monty to bust a nut all over her she shouldn't be rubbing him with her tits…
Seriously, it's simple science… sexy science.
She squeezed his cock between her breasts one last time before she let them go and bounce into position on her chest and stood up, grabbing his cock lightly in her fingers she stroked it absently, before turning around, peeling her sling bikini from her body and letting it fall to the floor… she was no less naked then she was in the thing to begin with honestly. She leaned over the exam table and swung her green ass enticingly at him as he stared at it and hypnotically moved toward her.
"Alright, Monty don't make too much of a mess…" she said, head in her hands and green ass swinging behind her as he slapped his hands onto her ass cheeks. "Oh…" He spread her open before piercing into her pussy. "Ooh…" she cooed softly as he instantly began moving, sheathing himself into her over and over as she moaned encouragingly, her insides clinging to his Poison Ivy addicted dick as her big breasts rubbed on the exam table. "Oh… ah. Ah… oooh…" moaning softly as his hips echoed off her ass.
Her toes curled on the polished floor as Morty pumped his hips again and again, swinging his hips hard into her plump green ass as her insides quivered around him. "Ooooh…" moaning erotically only encouraged his slightly Poison Ivy-altered state. Pumping his hips faster against her body as her head rolled back, "AH! Ahh…" hands clawing at the exam table as he moved his from her hips to her silky red hair. "Aaah!!" tongue lolling from her mouth, Morty rapidly pumped away at her ass.
"Ugh! Uugh! Aaaah!!" he gasped suddenly and buried his cock into her, tongue lolling from his mouth as he emptied his load balls deep into her green body.
"Mmmn!" she wiggled her hips against him, grinding her green ass on his waist as he let go of her hair and flopped uselessly to the floor.
"HAah… haaah…" he bucked his hips eagerly towards the air, shaking in pleasure as she stood up… and sat down.
"You don't mind, do you Morty?" she said knowingly while grinding on his cock before sliding it back into her body. "Ooh…" hands on the floor, feet planted on either side of him, her thick green ass swung up and down, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck… YES…" gasping softly as she bounced her body on his dick. Her pussy devoured his cock again and again, squeezing tightly around him as he moaned louder and louder to the echoing room as her body tensed up. "Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! OOOH! MMGH!! Oooh!!" she howled as she dropped her ass down onto his lap. She swivels her hips around on his lap and gasps slightly as she shivers through an orgasm.
She threw herself forward, hands on the floor and ass in the air, before flopping onto the floor, rolling onto her back, spreading herself and swinging her legs up she rubbed at her pussy, licking her lips and squeezing her big green breasts with her other hand as Morty clambered upright, rolling on top of her with his cock still hard and plowing down into her as her feet rubbed beneath the examination bed.
"Yeah? Yeah you like that Morty? Mmn?" she moaned, grabbing at her big breasts as he kept jackhammering on top of her. "Yeah? Gonna plant you SEEDs Morty? OOH." She gasped as he pounded her harder, faster, his hands squeezing her big green breasts as she moaned. "Plant your seed in that fertile green pussy Morty. Come on! Yeah! Yeah! Get it! GET IT IN THERE! OOooh…!" she gasped sharply before howling in orgasm, Morty flopping down onto her, pinning her to the floor and dumping in a thick, heavy load of cum into her body. "Oooh… That pussy feels SO good, doesn't it Morty? Fill it UP…" she cooed as he bucked his hips, groaning softly as she chuckled. "Mmmn…" her eyes rolled slowly as his cock kept pulsating inside her, oozing down her thick green ass as he sighed loudly.
"Oh… god… where am I-WHAT THE HELL?!" he threw himself off of Poison Ivy as she rolled herself upright, stretching slightly as he crashed against the wall and looked around in horror. "Poison Ivy! What-Where?!"
"You're in Star Labs." Said Poison Ivy, grabbing her red slingshot bikini off the floor and pulling it over her body as Morty scrambled to put his cock away. "And up until about 30 seconds ago, you were all… um." She tried to find the right words. "…Loopy for Poison Ivy." She said as he stared at her.
"…Aren't you-"
"Yes and No. I'm not THE Poison Ivy, but I am A Poison Ivy… at Superbabes."
"Super what?" he asked, confused again, as she shrugged.
"Basically they needed me to… get stuff out of you." She joked and chuckled. "Sorry. A little Superbabe humor."
"…Soree?"
"Anyway. We are currently TRAPPED IN HERE!!" she banged loudly on the glass and sighed again. "…So… how are you feeling?" he looked confused, mortified, and aroused…. So, considering the circumstances completely normal.
"We're trapped?!" he asked, concernedly as she sighed again, crossing her legs and looking around.
"Well, until my boss calls someone to let me out." She said, "They'll probably want to keep you for more exam stuff since you were under Poison Ivy's control and stuff eh?"
RIIIING.
Poison Ivy suddenly stopped talking as she HEARD the sound of a phone ringing… and it just kept going, she frowned, going right up to the glass and STARING… she could only see her beautiful green self… finally, the phone stopped ringing. "…There's somebody in there, isn't there eh?" after a moment… the door to the exam room clicked open, and a sheepish-looking, lab coat-wearing, Star Lab employee stood there, the phone to his ear. "…Ah." Poison Ivy walked out, he didn't meet her eyes, but she then turned and looked into the other room… "…Hello boys." She said, suddenly looking VERY smug. "…So. Who's going to pay for the free show?"
Turns out. ALL OF THEM. Because Orders is a master of blackmail.
"Thank you." She said, smiling with her hand out as bill after bill of cash was slapped into her hand. "Thank you. Thank you too. Mwah!" blowing another kiss as they rushed by. "By Steve. I'll see you next week!" she joked as Steve rushed away. "Though I wouldn't be SURPRISED if I saw any of you…" she said as the last one, the one Orders had called, gave her all the money in his wallet and shamefully rushed away… just in time for Dr. Kleo Watara to dramatically jiggle towards her, her massive breasts almost knocking her out.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Dr. Watara, who was clearly not used to running, doubled over, hands on her knees and massive breasts swinging under her… Poison Ivy was ALMOST concerned that she might not be able to stand back up. But she did. "I'm sorry! I completely forgot you were… in there?" She blinked as Poison Ivy slipped the stack of Cash into the string of her sling bikini and tightened her coat.
"It's fine." She said, hands on her hips. "Oh, I think Morty's fine now… pretty sure I got ALL the spores or whatever out of him."
"O-oh okay-Wait, how?" she asked as Poison Ivy blinked at her.
"Oh… this and that." She said as Dr. Watara thoughtfully pouted, rubbing her chin in thought.
"W-Well… you will be compensated for your help." She said as Poison Ivy patted the wad in her coat.
"Yep." She said sweetly as she and Dr. Watara walked away from the room that now smelled like sexy green girl.
"So… now that I have you here, might I examine you?" Dr. Watara asked excitedly as Poison Ivy raised an eyebrow at that, but, checking a nearby digital clock, she smiled.
"Sorry. I need to go pick up my baby and get back to relaxing!" she stretched, "Mmn… but call me up sometime, I'm sure we can make arrangements." She waved to Dr. Watara and walked out of Star Labs, avoiding several shameful gazes of Lab techs and scientists who were only interested in the earlier display for science…
Sexy Science.
Time: 12:12 PM. Place: Gotham (Orders' House)
Knock-Knock
Darcy approached the front door and opened it, finding Poison Ivy outside. "Hey, Darcy." She waved, letting herself in.
"Hello Jessica," Darcy replied politely as Jessica reached into her coat and extracted the cash.
"Hector Honey…" she cooed, only to quickly find Hector… on Orders. In her chair… curled up like a lapdog. He panted happily as Jessica, who cooed at him and his adorably loving affection.
Orders however, was less than thrilled.
"Get. Him. OFF." She ordered sourly, Jessica puckered her lips at him and made a chirrupy sound as he got off of Orders. The purple-eyed boss glowered irately, but said nothing as Jessica handed her the cash, receiving her cut. "Why did you even bring him here? You were only going to be gone an hour?"
"Why did you let him sit on you?" Jessica replied as Orders continued to glower. "You know he listens to you more than he does to ME."
"She is correct Mother." Darcy said as Orders sourpuss mood seemingly didn't improve even when Hector went to say goodbye, and she stroked his head almost as an afterthought, he moaned happily as Jessica stroked his back.
"Shut up, Darcy." Orders replied as Jessica turned.
"Come on Hector, let's go home." She said as he happily and devotedly followed her.
"Woof!"
And he didn't even need spores to do it.
End
I'm thinking next I'm going to do a 2 for 1. I'm not sure who yet, but I have a lot to catch up on so I'll have plenty of time to think about it. I know NORMALLY I put it up for a vote and I still might do that but for now I'm just getting my head back on straight.