Chapter 414 - A Holly Jolly Green Girl Christmas

I don't DC comics. It was the holiday season again in Gotham City, and it was blanketed in a thin layer of freezing cold snow. So for the first time in a while, that cold feeling running down the spines of the Gotham residents wasn't the ever-lingering fear of The Batman leaping from the shadows and beating them into a hospital, it was the icy chill of cold December weather… so that was a nice change.What was also a nice change was the usual roars of cabbies and drivers accusing each other of being unable to drive and the honking of angry car horns, was replaced by the air being filled with the vague echoes of Christmas songs being played on various speakers or radios. Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too (ring-a-ling-a ding-dong-ding!)Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you (ring-a-ling-a ding-dong-ding!)Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo!" "Yoo Hoo!" Poison Ivy waved from the window at the passersby in their heavy coats. And for a brief moment, their hearts and their loins were warmed at the sight of the green woman with big green breasts jiggling like jingle bells. The beautiful green Superbabe also happened to be wearing a mistletoe necktie… pointing into her big green cleavage. Why yes, it was intentional, and yes, it did increase her tips. Also lip marks… Normally Orders would oppose such additions to her costume. But tis the season, also they weren't going to be opened for much longer. Most of the girls were out for the Holidays and Superbabes itself was manned by basically a skeleton crew of girls trying to work out that last paycheck. Today was the last day before Orders forced herself to close down due to the weather and season. Such skeleton crews were usually as unique as they were rare, for instance, Orders would normally never have BOTH green-skinned red-heads working at the same time. Right up there with both Vixens, or both Green Lanterns… Though both the Green Lanterns were in fact working tonight, along with Red Lantern: to go with the Christmas theme. And considering Poison Ivy was basically a walking Christmas tree she was very popular today… metaphorically speaking, Also the mistletoe tie was encouraging. But it just didn't look like anyone was in the mood to come into Superbabes tonight. So with the Christmas songs still playing over the speakers Poison Ivy stepped away from the windows and took a seat at a table, resting her head in her hands. "Looks like it'll be slow for the rest of the night." She said as Miss Martian finished cleaning the last used table. "So are you spending a quiet night alone for Christmas like last time?" "Oh, no I have some friends I'm going to meet later in the sew-southern Gotham." Miss Martian corrected quickly. "Yep, southern Gotham. That's where I'm going…" Poison Ivy stared at her for a moment then shrugged. "Yeah sure, that sounds right." She said, only mildly interested in it. She sighed and drummed the table, before standing back up. "My guess is not even deliveries are going to pick up." She froze with a slight smile on her face, then it fell as no familiar sound of a phone ringing reached her ears. Just more Christmas songs on the jukebox… "Well, I thought that would work." She replied with a sigh, trying to break the monotony. She might have not gotten a coincidental delivery, but she was called into the lounge regardless. "Poison Ivy. Miss Martian. Come here." Orders' voice echoed out from the back and the green girls blinked curiously at the doorway. The flash of Orders' purple eyes was briefly seen and the girls, while curious, quickly went to obey their boss, slipping through the doorway and standing in front of her at her desk as she continued to talk on the phone. "No. I'll have it covered." Orders said into the phone, "Do you have what I ordered?" after a moment, "Alright." She glanced up at Poison Ivy and Miss Martian. "No, I'll send them right over. It's slow today." She then hung up the phone and looked at the girls. "I have a job for you two." She said simply as Miss Martian seemed surprised. "Me?" "Both of you." Orders repeated with her usual hum-buggy nature. "But Jess was the one who-" Miss Martian began, Orders glowering at her. "…Poison Ivy was the one who fooled around." "This is unrelated." She replied dismissively, "I need you two to do some errands for me." She replied, "First get changed. There are some costumes in there you need to slip into." "…We're already in costume." Poison Ivy replied but Orders glared at her and she rolled her unnatural green eye. "Right, right… I'm Orders, don't question my words." She said teasingly in a grossly poor Orders voice imitation. "I make them, you take them-Ow!" she pouted as a plush toy hit her right between the eyes, bounced off her mistletoe necktie, and landed perfectly on the counter. "Okay! Sheesh. Grinch." For the record, Poison Ivy did indeed say Grinch. Then she and Miss Martian entered the locker room, Orders reached under the desk and retrieved a plain white, but thick, sealed letter envelope. She eyed it angrily as she heard Poison Ivy's voice. "Oh! These are cute." "Uh… Orders?" Miss Martian spoke, "Are you… sure about these?" "If you have to ask then I'm starting to think you're not listening to me." Orders replied, going back to her holiday-themed crosswords and waiting for them to come out, and it wasn't long. Miss Martian came out first in a red and green striped sweater that went all the way to her green mid-thighs which were currently covered with candy cane stockings and green curly shoes, She looked like she was ONLY wearing the sweater but she had short pants beneath it, just long enough to keep her modest. She wore a belt around her waist and had a collection of tiny bells around her so she tingled and jingled with each step. She adjusted the green cap on her red hair and blinked at Orders confused. "…Why are we dressed up as elves?" "SEXY elves." Poison Ivy replied as she stepped out… Miss Martian's outfit was distinctly cute, something you could see a mall elf wearing. Poison Ivy's on the other hand… Well, Poison Ivy looked like the cross between a sexy Elf and a sexy Mrs. Claus… or according to Veronica and Alice just, 'Mrs. Claus'. She had the same hat but her red and Green striped sweater was instead a green and red cleavage revealing cocktail dress, with candy cane stockings and high heels… and she was still wearing the Mistletoe necktie because it still worked with the costume. "Those were all I could get my hands on at such short notice." Orders replied as if THAT answered any sort of question. She then handed Miss Martian the thick envelope and she took it, holding it hesitantly. "Seeing as we don't have much in the way of customers tonight you too can go and do some errands for me." "Dressed as Sexy Elves?" Poison Ivy asked skeptically, with a knowing smile on her face. "They were all I could get." Orders repeated herself, though significantly more annoyed. "No." she eyed them seriously, "Go to Gotham Mall-" "Which one?" they said together, there were a lot of Gotham Malls… it made things very confusing." "The closest one. The one that's still open." Orders replied as they nodded, "Go there and enter from the south entrance…" She stared at them, her purple eyes flickering, "Then after about an hour or so, go to the second floor. There's an unoccupied stall to go to, give the woman there that envelope then come back when you're finished." "…Are we making a drug deal?" Poison Ivy asked with a laugh, but Orders frowned at her. "…In a manner of speaking." She replied sourly, "Regardless, get going or you'll be late, and you need to be on time." She said crisply, going back to her crosswords as the girls took the envelope and walked outside into the cold towards Poison Ivy's very fancy green sports car. "BUUR!" she said with a smile as the biting chill of Gotham winter tickled her green skin briefly. "At least you have a sweater." She said, eying Miss Martian's clothes. The younger (looking) green girl was significantly more resistant to the cold than Poison Ivy was. "…Why do you think Orders wants us to wear these?" "I'm sure it's going to be appropriately kinky. I mean have you looked at me?" she asked, bouncing subtly in her chair, her big green breasts jiggling like bells, the mistletoe tie jumping up and down and slapping lightly upon her chest. "PRETTY sure Mrs. Claus or her elves wouldn't be caught in public with this on." …Although again, that depends on whether you believe Veronica or not. "Well… Orders did say it was all she could get. So maybe that means she wasn't intending us to be sexy?" Miss Martian heard her own words but she didn't believe them herself. Poison Ivy stared at her for a minute before revving up her car and slowly driving out of the snowy parking lot. "I'm not even going to answer that Candy, I'm just going to let the motion of the car jiggle it out for you." She said, 'bouncing' along to Miss Martian's jingling bell belt, then turning the radio on. -sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too- One sports car powered drive later. You got to hand it to Gotham, their Christmas decorations are nothing to sneeze at. It just hits you differently than it would in Metropolis or Star City. It's the whole 'most corrupt city in america' thing: some Gothamites want to be cheery when they can. And the Gotham Mall was such a place… well one of them anyway, there were a lot of 'Gotham Malls' usually because some were repaired after others were blown up. Anyway, the two green girls skidded skillfully into a parking spot of a surprisingly crowded mall lot. "Didn't Orders tell us to go into the south entrance?" asked Miss Martian and Poison Ivy frowned thoughtfully. "…Yes?" She then sighed, put the car back into drive, and sped through the parking lot to the southern side, there were not a lot of vehicles back there. So at least they could park as close to the main doors as possible. "So... do we go in?" Poison Ivy checked her car radio for the time. "…Well Orders said in about an hour." As she said it Miss Martian noticed a large white van, it was recently painted to look like the side of a Santa sleigh. "So I guess we got time…" she leaned back in her chair, letting her big breasts swell up and down. Miss Martian continued watching the van curiously, "So what are you going to do in Southern Gotham? Because my brother wants me to go with him to a polar dip with the family-" she stopped then turned to Miss Martian who was looking out the window "…Candy?" "Hmmn?" she seemed to jump back to reality. "What was that?" "My brother wants to get me in a bikini and make me jump into a freezing cold Newfoundland lake." Poison Ivy replied as Miss Martian's eyes narrowed suspiciously." "…Why does he want you in a bikini?" Miss Martian asked hesitantly as Poison Ivy rolled her eyes. "Well, right now I don't really have other swimsuits that aren't bikinis. But that's not the point, what are you looking at?" she glanced out her passenger window to see the sleigh van. "Huh, festive." "Yeah…" Miss Martian replied before adding uncertainty. "…You don't think…?" she let the question linger, like Poison Ivy's breasts on her arm as the skimpy-dressed green lady stared at the van studiously. It wobbled slightly, someone was moving around inside. "I mean… leave it to Orders, we might as well go see what it's about right?" Poison Ivy asked, also a little unsure about it herself, but she soon flopped back into her driver's seat and popped open the door. The brisk cold winter Gotham air rushed in, oddly encouraging Miss Martian to get out. Even if it was to just move around to keep her blood flowing… Miss Martian's boots, and Poison Ivy's heels, stepped through the slightly snowy parking lot to the sliding door of the sleigh-painted van. Both raise their hands to loudly knock on the door… Time: 6:35 PM. Place: Gotham Mall Parking Lot (Sleigh Van) "Helloooo anyone in there?" Poison Ivy cheered, waiting with Miss Martian, the chill brushing on their green skin, though to be fair Poison Ivy could handle the cold thanks to her Canadian roots, and Miss Martian could alter her physiology at will. "…Maybe nobody's home?" "They just pulled up." Miss Martian replied and naturally, the van door chose that moment to slide open, jolting them back. "Are you from HenchCO?" the question was surprising but not nearly as surprising as the man dressed as Santa asking them that question. For one thing, what the heck was HenchCO? "Because they told me they'd see what they could do but not to expect anyone! But you look the part so-" There was a crazed look in his eyes under the fluffy white beard. And he didn't seem to have the standard Santa body under that traditional suit… his shoulders were too broad and he didn't really have a bowl full of jelly, there were definitely muscles under there. "HenchCO?" Miss Martian replied as he seemed to take that as confirmation rather than a question. "Ah? AH!?" she and Poison Ivy gasped as the Santa man yanked them both into the van and slid the door shut behind them. "Great!" he said, "I can't wait any longer! I will have my revenge on the mall that hired the Santa that killed my parents!" So that was a lot to unpack… along with a large red trash bag that was obviously his Santa bag, stuffed with presents set at the back of the van along with a mattress that he clearly used to live in said van. Poison Ivy and Miss Martian sat on their knees on the mattress before Poison Ivy blinked and raised her hand, "I'm sorry, what?" "Oh. I suppose you need some backstory." He said crisply "Not particularly-" Miss Martian began. "Well Naughty, I'm Ricky! The Sinister Santa! Raised in an orphanage after a drunken mall Santa killed my parents!-" Poison Ivy however turned to Miss Martian and pointed to herself, mouthing the word 'Naughty?', and Miss Martian could only shrug. "-As vengeance for this. I, RICKY! The Sinister Santa! Will blow up the mall!" he declared and abruptly got the girl's attention. "With my hench-elves Naughty and Nice, we will make them pay for my parents' death through greed and nasty-not-niceness, by dressing as the thing I most fear!" "…The thing you most fear, is Santa?" Poison Ivy, or in this case 'Naughty' asked. As Ricky the Sinister Santa pointed at her. "The face of fear!" he said, then pointing dramatically to his fluffy white beard. "Wait, so we're in a van filled with BOMBS?" Miss Martian, or 'Nice' fearfully asked. "Fear not Nice, they are inactive, and they need the remote to activate." He then pointed to a remote shaped like a candy cane hanging on the cord of the bag of presents. The girls stared at him, looked at the bag, and then at each other… They'd never had much of a connection before, but they quickly and wordlessly made one at that moment. They needed to do something, Orders sent them specifically to DO SOMETHING, and they could only do the thing that Superbabes do best… So Poison Ivy led them off. "Okay, so 'Boss'." She began sultrily, throwing herself forward onto her hands and knees, facing him. Her big green breasts hanging beneath her and wobbling distractingly under the Mistletoe tie, her back arched as she crawled towards him. "Sounds like a very solid plan!" she purred as Ricky the Sinister Santa gazed into her green breasts as she crawled towards him, her long red hair shimmering silkily under her cap from the Christmas lights of the mall. "So… as thanks for letting us be your hench elves why don't we give you a Christmas present?" she crawled up to him, pressing her face to his stomach and raising one hand to his belt. "…Isn't this naughty behavior?" he declared seriously, but Poison Ivy fiddled with the belt as Miss Martian put on a pretty smile and shuffled forward on her knees towards them. "Well, I AM naughty…" Poison Ivy purred. "And I'm very nice…" Miss Martian added before sliding her warm hands into his pants and grabbing a hold of his candy cane… at least it wasn't the size of one. But Ricky, the Sinister Santa, quickly warmed to the idea of doing something Naughty and Nice… especially after 'Naughty' slid her hand into his pants to join with 'Nice' rubbing at his rapidly hardening Candy Cane, before sliding her big green breasts up his body… Both of them cooed encouraging, furiously rubbing his Santa sack as his hands reached around and cupped their shapely rears, squeezing firmly before shaking Miss Martian, her jingle bell belt tingling as he squeezed Poison Ivy. "Ooh…" Poison Ivy's big green tits bulged against his chest as she grabbed his bearded head and pulled his face into her cleavage. "They're under the mistletoe! You have to kiss them!" she teased, feeling his lips and tongue through the beard on her cool skin. "Oh. Does Santa like these cookies?" "Feels like he does." Miss Martian cooed, "He's already got plenty of warm milk in these jingle bells." Poison Ivy laughed, partially because the beard was tickling her, and mostly because Miss Martian gave a good line. She must have gotten lessons from Lori… or Arwa either or. "Well, you can't have cookies without Milk! Let's milk him…" she purred, feeling his hand squeezing her ass, Miss Martian getting the same treatment only she didn't have Ricky, the Sinister Santa's face in her tits. Poison Ivy removed her hand from his pants to press her increasingly wet green breasts against his face as Miss Martian helped him with his pants. At least he didn't smell like a guy who lived in his van, on the contrary, it smelled like he bathed in anything Christmas-themed. So gingerbread and candy canes. Miss Martian pulled away and lay on the mattress and then wrapped her soft warm lips on the side of his throbby candy cane… "Mmn… mmn-slurp…" sliding her lips up and down, gazing up at him as Poison Ivy pulled his face from her cleavage and mistletoe before laying down as well. "I want some milk too… mmgh." Wrapping her lips on the other side and joining Miss Martian in smearing their red lipstick on his white dick. Their tongues slid and slurped along his shaft, licking it liberally until saliva dribbled off it. Their green backsides wiggled behind them, occasionally bouncing off each other to the jingling of Miss Martian's bell belt. Ricky, the Sinister Santa moaned loudly, resting his hands on their bobbing and gliding heads. Slurps echoed around the van as Miss Martian pulled her lips away from his shaft and focused on his heavy jingle bells, sucking them into her mouth with a coiling tongue as Poison Ivy slid her lips to his tip and slid steadily down the shaft. "Uuugh! Naughty!" He hissed through clenched teeth as they slurped loudly, "Uuugh!" "Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgh!" Poison Ivy bobbed faster and faster, her chin rubbing on Miss Martian's cheek as she pulled down her green underwear, Miss Martian peeling away her tight shorts. Poison Ivy pulled up her elf dress to show her wobbling green ass cheeks as she pulled down her top, exposing her big green cookies. "MMwah!" she popped off, licking her lips and grinning. "Santa! This looks cold." She cooed, before abruptly wrapping her cookies around his cane. Sliding them sultrily up and down as she gazed up at him seductively as Miss Martian stopped sucking his chestnuts and slid her face over the curve of Poison Ivy's big green tits and slid her long slippery tongue onto Poison Ivy's bobbing chest, flicking at Ricky, the Sinister Santa's tip pumping between them. Poison Ivy wasn't aware that Miss Martian's tongue was that long, to be fair she wasn't usually working at the same time as her. So she was minorly impressed at its length slithering like a snake between her cookies. Squeezing them together with one hand she grabbed Miss Martian's head and pulled her into a sensual kiss, Miss Martian's tongue invading her mouth as their 'boss' watched on, pumping his hips eagerly into Poison Ivy's breasts as she moaned into Miss Martian's mouth, the younger (looking) girl running her hands all over the sultry Poison Ivy's body, sliding around her, kissing her from behind, and pushing her breasts together. "Mmgh! Mmn…" Ricky, the Sinister Santa, watched them sloppily tongue-kissing as he bucked his hips at her breasts, they bounced and jiggled enticingly as they squeezed around his candy cane, keeping it nice and warm. "Ngh-Na-Naughty!" he declared, grabbing her shoulders and rapidly bucking against her. "Ugh!!" his hips rapidly pumping, pushing Poison Ivy backward. "Ah!" she flopped onto the mattress, landing on top of Miss Martian who crawled out from beneath her. Poison Ivy's head on her lap as Ricky, the Sinister Santa, grabbed her waist. "oh Santa likes the naughtier girls! AH… AH!!" he slid into her silky stocking and rammed as deep as he could get into her, holding her waist tightly as her big green tits bounced wildly on her chest, clapping loudly as Ricky, the Sinister Santa, responded to his deeper instincts and furiously pounded her hips. "Ugh! Ha! Ah!" her insides clinging tightly to him as he fitted his candy cane repeatedly into her warm stocking. Throwing his hips forward into her. "Ugh! Ooh! Hooo!" "Ho Ho Ho…" Miss Martian noted as Poison Ivy, laughed. "Ho ho ho!" laughing and moaning as Miss Martian grabbed at Poison Ivy's big green boobs, trying to stop them from bouncing too wildly and knocking out a tooth. "Oooh!" Miss Martian's hands sank into her big green breasts as she squirmed on the mattress. "NNnggh!" shivering as Miss Martian's hands massaged Poison Ivy's big breasts massaging hands, pinching her green nipples as she climaxed. "Haaah…" Ricky, The Sinister Santa pressed his hands down on her arms, wildly thrusting into her silky stocking as her toes curled in their heels. The sleigh van a rocking as his beard hung over her face and tickled her chin as she squealed in pleasure. "Uuugh!!" Ricky, the Sinister Santa flopped onto her body, pumping his hips against her body as he spilled his milk. "MMngh-hmnn! Santa liked that…" Poison Ivy moaned rolling her hips up against him as he kept bucking against her. "Am I on the nice list now Santa?" she purred, shaking her hips only to feel him thrust into her. "Oh…" "You're still naughty, but you're on my nice list." He said, completely serious he squeezed her cookies firmly before extracting his candy cane from her wet stocking. "Now to get on with the plan." Which jolted Poison Ivy back to reality and lightly swatted Miss Martian's butt. Miss Martian then remembered that 'oh yeah, this guy was an aspiring criminal/terrorist, and they were distracting him for about an hour. "O-Oh! Wait, Santa…" she said sultrily. "Sinister Santa!" he corrected, "Ricky, the Sinister Santa!" he added pushing himself up onto her knees as Miss Martian slowly leaned forward over Poison Ivy, throwing herself towards his candy cane and giving it a lick, swirling her tongue around the tip. "I want to be on the nice list too Santa…" she cooed, shaking her ass as she rested her hands on Poison Ivy's thighs as she gazed up at him, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she swayed slowly like a snake, her currently long tongue slithering out of her mouth to flick around his length as it twitched back to life. She pulled away, crawling over Poison Ivy's head as she played with her big green cookies. Miss Martian leaned forward, pressing her chest to the floor and raising her ass over Poison Ivy's face. She began to bounce her hips, shaking the long red and green sweater until her shapely ass came into full view. Did Miss Martian always have a bubble butt? These are questions Poison Ivy was asking herself as Ricky, the Sinister Santa, stood up and climbed over her, planting his feet on either side he rested his hands on Miss Matian's ass before spreading her, slipping his candy cane right up her chimney. "MMgh-nggh...!" Miss Martian moaned as Poison Ivy watched his cock pumping in and out from below. His chestnuts swung against Miss Martian from behind, her hips swinging back to clap against him. "Looks like Santa wants to go down the chimney!" Poison Ivy cooed, pulling her hands away from her wobbling breasts to reach up and wrap her arms around Miss Martian's waist, the bells jingling with her back and forth motions. "I'll make sure it's nice and warm…" pulling her face to Miss Martian's pussy, slipping her tongue into her. "Ooh! hOoo…Ho Ho!" Miss Martian shook her lower body wildly as Poison Ivy ate her out. Miss Martian howled erotically as Ricky, The Sinister Santa continued thrusting into her ass from behind, jiggling her jingle bells as his hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "Haah! Ah! Ah!!" moaning he rammed into her ass harder, deeper, pounding away at her tight puckered asshole as she encouraged him on. "Haah! Ah! Ah! Yes…" moaning as he roared, pounding her faster, deeper. "Ugh! Ah! Ah!" "MMGh! Mmngh!" Poison Ivy's tongue thrust into her body, her insides clamping down TIGHT around whatever appendage that was lucky enough to thrust into her. Poison Ivy squeezed Miss Martian's jiggling booty before he slammed DEEP into her ass. "Haah! Ahh…" gasping as she trembled in pleasure, feeling him pump his milk into her chimney. "Uugh! Hagh… Naughty!" he moaned slowly pulling out of her ass with a satisfying pop, Poison Ivy slipped her tongue free to wrap her mouth around his quivering chestnuts, his candy cane resting wetly on her face. "MMn… I want MORE Santa." She said with a mouth full of Santa's sack. "Lie down I want a sleigh ride!" she said, easily shoving him over before clambering over him. Stradling his lap she rested her hands on the ceiling. "OOoh!" thrusting herself down, on his cock again. "Mmgh! Ah! Ah!" pushing herself down on it over and over she took him for a real raunchy sleigh ride. "HA! AH! AH!" her big green tits jumping up and down wildly with the motion of the ocean… Ricky, the Sinister Santa groaned as he reached up to squeeze her bouncing tits, the Mistletoe tie dripping between them as she shook her chest in his hands. "Oh! Ho! Ho!" grunting animalistically like a rutting Reindeer. Soon Miss Martian came up behind her again, squeezing at Poison Ivy's tits from behind before they started making out again, "Mmgh! Mn…" moaning into each other's mouths as Ricky, the Sinister Santa grabbed hold and stuffed Poison Ivy's stocking faster and faster. "MMGh! Mmgn!" throwing herself down into his thrusts, slamming him into the mattress, the van rocking and creaking as she howled her pleasure with him as he grabbed on tight and pumped balls deep. Gripping her big Green tits firmly in hand as he roared a huge climax. "Mmn! Mmn-hmmn…" Poison Ivy cooed, rolling her hips on his lap before slipping free and laying on her side, his cum dripping out of her as she rubbed herself. "Now… the plan." Ricky, the Sinister Santa said exhaustedly, but then Miss Martian threw herself between his legs. "Uugh!" he groaned tiredly and excitedly as her lips wrapped around his cock and she wildly threw herself up and down on it. "Mmgh! mmgh! Mgnn!" She hungrily sucked that dick like she was Superbabes' #1 cock sucker… wait that's still debatable… Superbabes favorite cum junkie. "Mmn! Mm...!" slurping on his shaft, sucking the Poison Ivy juice off as her tongue slathered and thrashed around his candy cane. If it was an actual candy cane she would've sucked it to nothing at this point. "Suck that dick…" Poison Ivy purred, more for Ricky, the Sinister Santa, then for Miss Martian, leaning over and wrapping her tits around him again, Miss Martian slamming her face into Poison Ivy to keep his tip trapped between her tits. "Suck all the milk out." Purred Poison ivy, licking Miss Martian's face as Ricky, the Sinister Santa, bucked his hips towards her diving face. "Ah… Ahhh!" Poison Ivy felt him throbbing between her tits, Miss Martian tasted his salty milk on her tongue. Ricky, the Sinister Santa rested his hands on their heads, roaring as he squeezed his fists tightly, yanking their caps and twisting into their red-haired heads. "MMmgh!?" Miss Martian gazed at him, holding his tip tightly between her lips as his cock throbbed and pumped his milk into her mouth, coating her tongue. "Mmn…" she pulled her lips away, Poison Ivy released Ricky, the Sinister Santa's, cock from between her breasts as Miss Martian showed him the thick condensed Milk he pumped into her mouth. "Aahhh…" Miss Martian wiggled her tongue about, his cum wobbling like a bowl full of jelly before it shot back into her mouth. "GULP!" she didn't even flinch swallowing his cum as he groaned, his cock limp against her chin as she and Poison Ivy playfully kissed, cooing softly and stroking his cock. "MMmn… Mmn?" Poison Ivy pulled away and gave his flaccid candy cane a lick, after a moment she gave Miss Martian a thumbs up. "Okay! I think we're good!" she said with a whisper as Miss Martian nodded. "Okay let's go." She said as they quickly adjusted and readjusted their clothes. Grabbing Ricky, the Sinister Santa's pants. Miss Martian however grabbed the candy cane remote. They then opened up the back of the van, avoiding the bombs, and leaping out into the snow. "Now what?" Miss Martian asked, looking at the remote as Poison Ivy blinked at her. "I don't know get rid of it!" SLAM. They jumped and then turned at the sound of SOMETHING heavy landing on the roof of the van, they turned and stared in awe. "…I'll take, that ladies." Nightwing hopped down from the roof and, somehow, didn't look to be freezing his bird-boy balls off in the cold, spinning an escrima stick in his hands as they blinked at him. "Nightwing?!" Poison Ivy gasped as he gave her a rather bemused smile. "Yep… Nightwing." He said sounding rather resigned as he said it, he holstered his stick on his back and held out his hand, Miss Martian quickly gave the remote to him. "Big fan." Poison Ivy smiled at him as he blinked at her, and seemed rather conflicted. "Thanks." He said after a moment, "You two better get somewhere warm. I'll take care of the evil Santa bomber." "Ricky, the Sinister Santa." The girls said together as he rolled his eyes behind the mask. "Well, he's going out with the garbage like the rest of the guys I have on my naughty list tonight." He said, "Just leave it to me." He added and Poison Ivy handled him the Santa pants she stole… she was hoping the prospect of literally freezing his balls off would deter him from leaving the van. "And hey, can you tell your boss to PLEASE not call Kori? I know she did it to annoy me." He added but the girls just giggled and returned to the car. "Oh!" Poison Ivy said, warming up quickly with Miss Martian, "Shit. We almost forgot." She grabbed the envelope. "Come on we got to go drop this off and pick up Orders' drugs." Miss Martian looked concerned, "…You don't think-" "No, obviously Orders isn't a drug dealer." Poison Ivy replied, then hesitated, "…Well unless you count US as the addictive drug. Let's go." They got back out of the car just in time to watch Ricky, the Sinister Santa, try to outrun a very bored-looking Nightwing, who chucked one of his Escrima sticks between his legs and knocked him into the snow… bare assed naked. The two Christmas-y green babes entered the mall and, as instructed, went up to the second floor of it to find the empty store… only it wasn't empty. "…This can't be right." Poison Ivy said, eyeing the homemade sign out front… Good Time Charity Toy Drive. "This is a charity." She said the obvious as Miss Martian watched the volunteers packing and storing away donated toys, some of which looked freshly bought from one of the many toy stores in the mall itself. "…Is it a front for drugs?" Miss Martian added concernedly, but then an attractive blonde woman, finishing up packing a box looked out the window of the empty shop and seeing them quickly made her way out front. "Hi! I'm Candice, you two must be Ca-" she stopped herself then corrected her words quickly, "…Orders' Girls." She said as the girls STARED at the beautiful blonde, maybe ten years ago she'd make a sexy Supergirl… now she was a sexy MILF Supergirl. "She told me to keep an eye out for a pair of Elf girls." The green girls stared at her like she was the most confusing woman on the planet. To be fair they just received something of a small shock. Poison Ivy was the first to recover. "Um… yes?" she held out the envelope. "I guess she wanted us to give you this?" "Oh." Candice took the envelope and opened it, checking the contents. After a second she smiled sadly, "She didn't have to…" she said, before frowning and pulling out a small card-like note. 'Yes, I did. Give my love to Mama.' Candice smiled again and turned, waving another attractive woman over, this one was a brunette. "CJ, run to the toy store and get the rest on the list would you?" she said, handing her the envelope. The woman, looking surprised, looked into the envelope, smiled, and then ran off to the toy store before it closed. "Thank you ladies." Candice added. "Suuuuuure." Poison Ivy replied… distinctly Unsurely. "…You don't have anything for her?" she replied, glancing around as if expecting a crate of gold to show up, or hell, actual drugs. Candice was now just as confused as Miss Martian and Poison Ivy, "…No? Only my thanks." She replied, "Our donations were looking a little lean this year." She said, "So Orders offered to help me out." The girls continued to gawp at her, and it was Miss Martian who raised the next, obvious question. "…WHY?" this was Orders, it caused her literal, PHYSICAL pain to cancel deliveries for any reason other than an act of gods. Her giving to charity is so anathema to her character, that the green girls were unabashedly flabbergasted. The woman could only chuckle, "…Well let's just say we're like sisters." She said, "And our Mama probably told her to." She added under her breath, "Anyway, it was lovely to meet you two." She said, "But I have to get more boxes, excuse me." Miss Martian and Poison Ivy watched her go, then they too turned and headed back to Poison Ivy's sports car, the beautiful redheads frowned as the Gotham mall lights vanished in the rearview mirror as they made their way back to Superbabes… but not before Poison Ivy said, "…I feel dirty." Time: 7:49 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes) Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,In the lane, snow is glisteningA beautiful sight,We're happy tonight,Walking in a winter wonderland. Orders hummed quietly to herself as the jukebox played, the girls cleaning up and closing down, and just a hint of snow started to fall outside. She finished the last word of her Holiday crosswords, it was the word 'Cheer', before putting her pen down and turning to the back door as it opened. "Nice work girls." She said as Miss Martian and Poison Ivy entered in their elf costumes. "Well… I think we saved Christmas, so you're welcome." Poison Ivy said. "You donated to charity Orders?" Miss Martian immediately blurted out and Orders rolled her eyes. "I do when they're run by family." She said, rather mob-bossy. "Still, thanks for taking it, Jessica and Jane." She added crisply. "We banged a mad bombing Santa, take THAT Veronica!" Jessica declared, heading into the locker rooms to change. "She technically saved Christmas before you did." Orders noted, "The irony is he wasn't even blowing up the right Gotham Mall, he wanted the one in Upper East." "…Is that Ironic?" asked Jane, now going to change. "Probably." Orders replied as the two soon came out, "Before you go-" she gave a soft tweet of a whistle, and two steaming mugs of hot Chocolate skidded across the counter, with marshmallows and whipped cream. "…On me." "…Okay you're being surprisingly cheerful this Christmas. What's wrong?" Jessica asked taking her cup as Orders' purple eyes flashed with a familiar, greedy glint. "Nothing's wrong. But after vacation I want you girls well rested… we're going to have a LOT of deliveries to catch up on." Jane sipped her hot chocolate quietly sighing contentedly as Jessica laughed. "There's the Scrooge we love." She said, before sipping her own chocolate contentedly. "For a second there I thought she was visited by the ghosts of Christmas.""...Not yet." Orders grumbled irately, "They were busy this year."EndHave a HOLLY JOLLY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY! Skidding over the Christmas line with Jess and Jane! Everyone's favorite Green Redheads!Now, before anyone asks, no, I don't know who's going to be first for #7, and I also don't know when I'll get around to doing the first one. I've put off a lot of comms finishing the marathon of stuff I've written this month, so I need to do some of those. And the last time I made the #6 list by asking you all your top 5 favorite babes, and then added the most popular accordingly before filling out the remainder... I don't know if I'll do that again, but it couldn't hurt to try and encourage me.