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Necronomicon World Tour	By : drowsteel Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Call of Cthulhu Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft. I don't own Call of Cthulhu or DC Comics and make no money from this story.

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“Mail,” the guard unceremoniously dropped the opened manilla envelope through the door slot to Ivy’s cell. The guards always opened the mail and searched it for contraband before dropping it off.
“Watcha got, Red?” Harley peered over from her cell across the hall. The plexiglass walls made it easy. “More stuff from leafy whatsername?”
“Yeah,” Ivy looked at the name on the envelope. “Leafy Linda sending me more fan mail.”
“She really likes you,” Harley said. “Must be cuz her parents named her after a plant, huh?”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “I think it might be a fake name, Harley. Like “Harley Quinn” or “Poison Ivy”. You see what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Harley said. “Actually, no...”
“Well, at least you tried,” Ivy said. She looked at the pages Leafy had sent. Usually they were pages of badly-written praise about defending the environment and fighting corporations. This time, it was a little different.
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Ivy I told you I studied Japanese in my last letter and someone sent me this book online which ever since I started reading there have been roots growing in my mind that twist and it hurts but ten times nicer than before the book tells you things Ivy that make you see where the world really comes from and I know you think about things like that because we always should have been together now I can see it but I wish I saw it before because now I’m about to kill myself so I can stop seeing the things that I see but you’ll be able to tell what it is you’re stronger than me I love you
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“She’s more drunk than usual,” Ivy blinked at the letter. After the first page, there was what appeared to be a handwritten translation of the book Leafy had mentioned. Parts of it, at least.
“Yeah,” Harley called out. “I write better when I had a few. She’s probly
like that.”
Ivy stared at her.

It only took a paragraph worth of reading for Ivy to put the letter away. It was gibberish. She figured Leafy must have finally lost it.
In the night, Ivy started reading again. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt compelled to. It was like she’d missed something. After reading a few unintelligible pages, she put it away again.

“So how come you keep readin’ that?” Harley asked. “Every week you say it’s junk, but you keep readin’.”
“I really don’t know,” Ivy answered. “Every so often, I think some of it makes sense. I can picture plants like I’ve never seen before when I read it.”
“Like fruit salad trees?” Harley asked
Ivy looked at her. “Right, Harley. Like fruit salad trees.”
“Wow,” Harley said.

Harley didn’t get how Ivy could read the same letter every day for months. She figured it had to be some kind of coded escape plan, but she wondered why Ivy wasn’t cutting her in on it. When one of them escaped, they were supposed to take the other one along. It was their unofficial agreement.
Lights were out, but Ivy was still sitting up trying to read by moonlight. Harley looked down the hallway, checking for guards.
“Red,” she whispered, but louder than her normal speaking voice. “Red, cut me in.”
Ivy looked at her. “Cut you in on what?”
“The thing in the letter,” Harley pressed.
“You want in?” Ivy asked. “It doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?” Harley looked both ways in the hallway to make sure it was still clear. “I sprung you last time! You owe me one!”
“Nothing in here will get you out,” Ivy replied. “But there’s something in here I want to give you.”
“I’ll take it,” Harley said. “Long as it’s not salad.”
Ivy shut her eyes and concentrated.
Harley blinked. “You asleep?” she peered at Ivy’s face. “You asleep?” She tried to get a better angle to see her friend. “You asleep?”
After watching Ivy stay still for a few minutes, Harley decided to try a new approach.
“Wake up!”
Ivy’s eyes opened. “Look on your cot.”
Harley turned to look at her bed, then jumped when she noticed a palm-sized green plant resting on the blanket. “Whoa! What is it?!” She peered at the plant.
“It’s a friend,” Ivy replied. “You sit on it.”
“Seriously?” Harley looked at it. “Is it a whoopee cushion?”
Ivy chuckled. “No, Harley.”
“But I sit on it?”
“Yes, try it out.”
Harley gave Ivy a funny look, then eyeballed the little plant. She moved to rest her butt on it.
“Pull your pants down first.”
“Ewww,” Harley’s face scrunched up. “Won’t it stick to my butt?”
Ivy licked her lips. “No. It won’t.”
Harley watched Ivy for a second, looking for signs of deception. Nervously, she pulled her pants down to mid-thigh, then eased herself onto the little plant.
“Oooh!” Harley’s eyes widened. She felt dozens of soft, rippling bumps probing her backside, stimulating her pussy lips.
Ivy smiled, running her hands over herself. “You like it?”
“It...it feels...” Harley was starting to react, feeling little tendrils caress her moistening pussy. A little vine snaked up and wrapped around her hardening clitoris, squeezing and rippling. “AAH!! Oh, it feels...!”
Harley started trembling, rocking on her bed. Ivy smiled, sliding a hand into her jumpsuit to pinch her own nipples.
“Do you feel me?” Ivy moaned. “Do you feel me fucking you, Harley?”
Little vines slid up under Harley’s shirt, circling her pert bosoms and tracing over her nipples. Unable to handle it, Harley came. She bucked on her bed and screamed. “WOOO! RED! OH YEAH!!”
Ivy tore her jumpsuit open, putting both her hands between her legs and pumping furiously. The plant, reacting to its master, started thrusting deeper into Harley Quinn, sending a dozen tentacles into the blonde’s horny snatch. Harley grabbed it, holding it to herself as she got on all fours to allow it deeper penetration. The plant poked a tiny bump into Harley’s butt, gently rippling.
“FUCK!” Harley bit her pillow as her body undulated. Ivy looked on, wishing she could be in the same cell. Her fingers sped up, rubbing her clit with one hand while pumping her pussy with the other. “OOOOooooooooOOOOOHHHH FUCK ME RED!”
Ivy closed her eyes and started thrusting her hips, acting like she was wearing a strap-on to fuck her girlfriend. Harley came again, collapsing on her cot. The little plant kept fucking her, reacting to Ivy’s frustration.
“I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Harley squealed. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME, RED!!!!! I’M GONNA FUCKING DIEEEEEEE!!!!”
Ivy hammered herself faster, pumping herself into orgasm. The plant expanded, sending Harley into one final, screaming climax before both women fell, gasping, to their cots. Ivy licked her fingers as the plant shrank, regaining its small size and shape.
A guard walked through five minutes later, and he spent a long time looking into each cell.
“Come on in,” Ivy beckoned. The guard hurried away, remembering the fate of the last man to enter Ivy’s cell. “Damn.”
Harley let out a long, satisfied sigh. “G’night, Red.”
“Night, Harley.”

The moral of the story is: Gardening is fun and recreational.
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