Summary:
“Want to have a little experiment. We did it ourselves before you decided to slip
in and try to rescue them….” Harley said.
Ivy revealed three pairs of athletic underwear. It was obvious they were taken from Batman, Robin, and Nightwing. Harley quickly covered Batgirl’s eyes.
“Your brain can pick up every tiny bit of information of a man’s DNA with one sniff of their crotch.” Ivy said.
“It’s why the ideal male to a woman is a man tall enough for her nose to fit directly into his arm pit. Even though we barely pick up the information that his scent used to give us.” Harley said.
Notes:
Now that the DCAU introduced Jason Todd to the comics, I've really wanted to explore
a world where he was Robin while Batgirl and Batman dealt with their complex/controversial/hot
relationship. But for now this is just a PWP where Batgirl sniffs the underwear of
Batman/Robin/Nightwing while under the spell of Ivy and chooses her mate.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
They weren’t fond of kidnapping. Well. Not as much as they used to be. Nevertheless, Batgirl tried her best to get out of the rope that tied her down to a simple metal chair. She recognized her surroundings : Ivy’s old greenhouse.
“Rise and shine, little bat?” Ivy said. Harley swayed her hips and tilted up Batgirl’s head.
Getting out was going to be an issue. The key was to “try to break the chair”. But it would require patience. And for Harley and Ivy to keep their eyes off of her.
For almost three minutes they had their eyes glued to her. Joker and Harley were scary. And although Ivy and Harley were dangerous. They sometimes came off as rebellious Senior girls getting caught smoking pot under the bleachers by a Freshman. Mysterious more than Menace.
Ivy’s crimes were political. That didn’t make them dangerous. Or consistent. Harley didn’t really understand Ivy’s political intentions. Or morality.
Periodically giggling, their evil faces were blushed. When they looked at each other they held back bursts of laughter. They were planning to do something with her.
“Where’s Batman? Nightwing? And Robin…?” Batgirl interrupted. “Somewhere on those tissues over there. And Ivy’s corset.” Harley said. “You didn’t…” Batgirl said.
She looked for clues but only heard Ivy laugh.
“Not blood. Think of another "precious" bodily fluid.” Ivy said. “All of this to become sexual predators, Ivy?” Batgirl asked. “They had a better time than we did, Batgirl.” Harley said. “Because you drugged them. Just like you drugged yourself.” Batgirl snapped.
Ivy laughed a bit more. Then yawned. She was high off of something but not like laughing gas.
“You look bookish, Batgirl. Care for a lesson?” Ivy said. “It’ll mix sexual psychology and biology.” Harley said.
Ivy got close to Batgirl’s cowl. Barbara closed her eyes. Almost fearful that she was about to be unmasked in front of both of them.
“See your beautiful nose here?” Ivy asked. “It is a cute one, red.” Harley said. “Some humans only have 2 receptors to read pheromones. About 10% of the world’s population can’t even detect them with their working receptors. And 3%... well they have access to all 5 receptors. And they work perfectly. I envy them. Truly.” “Tell her about your project, Red.” Harley said. “There’s a flower in the northern region of Tehran. At it opens up 26 dormant receptors. Ones that our genetics declared no longer important over the last million years or so.” “See eventually, Bats... humans won’t use smell. To give us any important information.” Harley said. “We sanitize the world so much our brains just eliminate the sense if it can't be used properly.”
“So you snorted this flower… and just smelled them?” Batgirl asked. "That was your master plan?" “I perfumed it actually.” Ivy said. “Then we just experimented with it a bit.”
Ivy took out a small perfume sampler vile. She dabbed it onto a cotton cloth and slowly put it around Barbara’s face. Batgirl tried to resist. But she knew that she would have to breathe. And that Ivy wasn’t trying to kill her. Just turn her into a weird experiment.
“It’ll only be in your system for about 30 days. There’s nothing like it. Nothing. Women would kill to have what you’re about to have. Wealthy women would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to access what I’m giving to you for free.” Ivy said.
Barbara felt a rush of blood hit her head. Specifically her sinuses. There was a second of lightheadedness. She fought off fainting but it was strong. Harley rubbing her shoulders didn’t help her at all.
“Describe what you’re feeling Bats. This is girl talk after all.” “It’s like… going into a new car. But that sensation just refreshes every few minutes.” “Smell me.” Harley said. “Um. I smell your bubble gum. It’s strong. There’s. Shit.” Batgirl said. “Your brain knows every file of scent. You’ve just never had access to open the doors.” “I can smell cum on your tongue. On your gums. Shit. Both of you have cum down your legs. And you’re wet.” Batgirl said. "Not to mention fertile as hell." Harley smirked. Barbara always enjoyed the smell of cum. But it wasn’t like it caused her to get wet. This was a new experience. She was almost sensing which cum she enjoyed more from the small amount she could trace on Harley’s bubble gum breath. And her body began to respond to it. Almost craving it like her stomach would crave funnel cake at a carnival. “We’re not high. We’re just experiencing something our genetics denied us from.” Ivy said. “Want to have a little experiment? We did it ourselves before you decided to slip in and try to rescue them….” Harley said.
Ivy revealed three pairs of athletic underwear. They obviously belonged to Bruce, Dick, and Jason. Harley quickly covered Batgirl’s eyes with the cloth they used to dose her.
“We’ll let you out if you tell us which one you prefer the best.” Ivy said. “What do you mean?” Batgirl said. Somewhat confused. “Your brain can pick up every tiny bit of information of a man’s DNA with one sniff of their crotch.” Ivy said. “It’s why the ideal male to a woman is a man tall enough for her nose to fit directly into his arm pit. Even though we barely pick up the information that his scent used to give us.” Harley said. “It’s also why we prefer to have our face next to a man’s cock before sleeping with him. The glands that show off what type of offspring he will bring us sweat into the pubic hair.” Ivy said.
“Prepare for pair number 1.” Harley said.
“It’s um. Sweet. There’s some nice… salty… musk…”
Barbara felt herself getting wet through her suit. The giggle from Ivy and Harley suggested they could smell her wetness as well.
“Ok. Time for number 2.” Harley said.
Barbara’s eyes rolled back. She was certain it was Dick’s underwear. There was a grassy scent and an aroma that reminded her of the underside of his shaft. She noticed she was laughing like a dork just as much as Ivy and Harley were. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get wet to the thought of making love with her ex, but Barbara was practically creating a puddle in the metal chair she was tied to.
“Contestant number 3.” Ivy said.
Barbara could only describe the experience as what she imagined heroin must be like.
“She’s feeling it.” Harley said. “Oh our little bitch is fucking feeling it.” Ivy smirked back.
“What. The fuck. Is happening to me.” Batgirl said.
Ivy and Harley leaned down to smell what was slowly becoming a lapping pool in the bottom half of her costume.
“Go ahead Dr. Quinzel. Tell her what I told you. About what happens when your brain detects a dominant male.” Ivy said. “One whiff of that and your Estradiol, that’s the lady hormones, levels spiked five times the normal rate.” Harley said. “Minimum. When a mammal goes into heat it’s only one and a half.” Ivy said. “Continue Harley.” “Then the progestogen increased like it was planning an invasion in your ovaries. Your heart is beating so fast because it needs all of this to happen now. It's on high alert because it's afraid that you'll lose a window with him. Luckily that floaty feeling in your head is a rush of Lutenizing hormones. And let me tell you I’m still drunk off of that rush I got when I smelled what you smelled and it’s been at least an hour.” “Your body has entered a period of sexual receptivity. Normally most women are on a cycle for this. But occasionally the scent of a certain stud can jumpstart a cycle. And that’s exactly what has happened.”
Batgirl found herself smelling the sweat filled boxers. It smelled like musk and spandex. Nothing you’d find at a fancy department store cologne counter. In many ways it wouldn’t be appealing. But she wanted to live in it. More than any of her ex’s hooded sweatshirt she’d keep by her pillow when he couldn’t sleep over.
At this point she was past the idea of Ivy or Harley having their way with her. She needed to cum and if it meant rubbing herself against either of them she was willing. It’s not like Bruce, Dick, and Jason hadn’t blown their loads over the villainesses just minutes ago.
“Please. I need…” Batgirl said. Her heartbeat was racing 5 to 10 times her normal rate. “We know what you need. And you’ve needed it for such a long time.” Harley said.
Harley took out a batarang out of Batgirl’s utility belt and began to cut through the rope. As she got closer to Ivy and Harley she realized that their eyes were not on her. But someone behind her. She felt a nose close to her ear. And then neck. It was breathing deeply. It was breathing her in.
Costume still on she felt his mask as he began to nuzzle her neck. He was aroused by her scent. She felt his hand on her belly and she quickly moved it to her firm breast. He massaged it through the thin costume.
“Batgirl.” he said between breaths.
“Want to guess whose scent caused you to feel every sensation that your body would allow?” Ivy asked.
“B- Batman.” she said approvingly.
Like a vampire, he began to suck on her neck. Ivy and Harley moved back. Both ready to watch the show before joining in themselves for round two. One. Two. Thrusts into her backsides, and she encountered him sliding his hand under the bottom half of her costume and into her panties.
Harley released the last bit of rope from Batgirl. And Ivy elegantly pulled down her pants.
“Batman. You have to admire this. Look how red her vulva is…after smelling your boxer briefs.” Ivy said. Breathing hard Batman looked down at her pussy. It was fully saturated and blood was circulating everywhere. A simple rub and she let out a joyous yelp. She was stirring in the sexual tension. What kind of trance was he under? She should snap him out of it. Or just go with Ivy and Harley’s plan. “Ahhhhhghhhh. Mmmph. Oh my god. That’s it.” Batgirl said. As she felt Batman’s ungloved finger enter her. He needed to smell it. And she needed to smell him. He bent down and began to selfishly shove his rather skilled tongue inside of her. Barbara quickly removed her top as well, needing to carrasse her own nipples. Batman quickly raised up and tilted her head. She had long fantasized about this moment. In all of those fantasies never did she vision that their first kiss would be in front of Ivy or Harley. Or with her tasting her wetness on his tongue. "Aaahhmmph," Barbara moaned inside his mouth. Batman removed her sports bra. His mouth feasted in her boob while his tongue swirled over her nipple. “Oh god Batman. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Batgirl said as she pined for him to fulfill her darkest fantasy. Batman began to undress as well. He was in such a trance that she worried he might unmask in front of Harley and Ivy. Luckily he was in enough of a state to keep it on. They positioned themselves on the floor. She desperately wanted to inhale his cock and suck it off for hours. But they both knew that their priorities were somewhere else. Spreading her legs for him, she took one long look at his thick cock as it headed closer to her entrance. Holding it steady, he slowly pushed inside of her. There was a glint in her eye as she nodded for him to continue. “Keep going. That feels good.” Barbara said. “You feel incredible Batgirl.” Batman said. Three slow thrusts later and she had been broken in more than she had in her entire sexual history. Meeting her for a quick kiss, Batgirl’s hips rose and prepared for him to plunge in all the way. Through his cowl Barbara realized she hadn’t seen his eyes like this. Or any man’s eyes like this. They were filled with pure lust. For her. He positioned his arm up and she got a large inhale of his body’s scent. It slowly followed by her smelling the juices between them. Listening to his deep breathing. Almost dreamlike she focused on the fantasies she had in her youthful years. Before she was Batgirl. It was nothing like that at all. This was better. Her heart racing, she felt blood rush to her head again. “Fuck. Batman. I’m going to. I’m about to cum.” She screamed in utter euphoria. The face that nodded to her wasn’t Bruce or Batman. It was some sort of animal that knew it had to finish itself inside of her. The pace picked up quickly. The shaft pistoned in and out of her rapidly as she began to climb higher and higher to her own orgasm. She did her best to wrap her legs around him and dig her fingers into his back shoulders. He did not bother to stay still and continued to pound. Her mind flooding with dopamine and hormones, she took a moment to watch his jaw open and quickly watch as he held his cock still inside of her. Batman howled a grunt that could have broken the glass windows in the establishment. She felt ropes of his cum slowly flooding her pussy. Ivy and Harley hadn’t done much in that moment. Truthfully the best sex of Barbara Gordon’s life was probably less than five minutes. And she had no regrets. But the two women slowly went down to smell the mixture of their cum. Ivy dripped two fingers of it into her hand and placed it under Batgirl’s nose. Barbara couldn’t help but lick it off of her adversary’s finger. Knowing that it created an open door for more between them down the road. “We’ll give you a minute to clean up.” Ivy said. “Maybe a few minutes. I feel like we need to have one last round with the Robins after watching that.” Harley said. Batman finally caught his own breath. Slowly rolling off of his younger partner. The conversations of Dick or Jason finding out and being subsequently heartbroken were for moments down the road. For the moment they simply looked at each other. Partially drunk from the sex they experienced. And admired how amazing they looked lying next to each other. “Sorry Batman. I should have resisted the temptation.” Batgirl said. “I should be the one apologizing, Batgirl. I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you wear that costume.” Batman said. They gave each other a friendly kiss. And debated if they should put on their costumes. Or leave them off until Ivy and Harley returned.
Notes:
I had wanted to tackle an Ivy fic for some time. Mostly to get over my hatred of
them. I might continue this with a Jason/Barbara/Bruce triangle / triad that sort
of plays with the idea of knotting in the BTAS universe that ties into the Man Bat
and Tiger,Tiger episodes.