For most people in Boko’s current situation, they would almost certainly have… expectations. After all, being saved by the Goddess Hylia herself, they might assume she had a thing for them, some affection that they could capitalize on.
 
They also might assume that based on what Hylia had said, she would send them back to where they came from, in this case Boko’s homeworld of Hyrule, so that he could continue to spread joy, happiness, and pleasure just like Hylia had instructed him to.
 
Boko the Bokoblin was not most people. In fact, some might say he barely constituted as ‘people’ at all. Regardless, that wasn’t what happened anyways. Hylia couldn’t very well risk Boko by sending him back to Hyrule where Ganondorf would just try to kill him again, and Ganondorf’s enemies would view Boko as little more than a bestial threat to be put down like the rest of his kind.
 
Instead, the red bokoblin needed to be sent somewhere else. Somewhere he wouldn’t necessarily be all that out of place, but also might be able to grow stronger as well, through the camaraderie of his peers.
 
… Suffice to say, the Goddess Hylia wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, nor was she omnipotent. So yes, she could make mistakes.
 
Coming out of a tear in space and landing on his ass Boko the Bokoblin finds himself in quite the strange place. He’s surrounded by a lot of greenery, with comfy grass under his ass and trees and bushes all around him. However, past those trees and bushes are big hulking square monoliths, full of glass, metal, and other crafting materials.
 
Some of them are taller even then Ganondorf’s palace, though none are quite as wide so long as they aren’t taken as one huge structure...
 
“Bweh?”
 
Of course, just as Boko is staring around himself in wonder, a fight breaks out right before his eyes. The red bokoblin blinks as he finds himself watching a blonde with colored pigtails fighting off a bunch of enemies dressed like birds. Actually, from the look of things, the fight isn’t just breaking out in front of him, it’s been going on for a while now.
 
One of the few things Boko knows pretty well is fighting! He likes fighting! However, Boko doesn’t like bullies! Seeing the woman get her chosen weapon, a big honking hammer, knocked from her grasp, Boko starts to frown. He feels something well up inside of him at the sight. Even though she continues to struggle against her opponents, it’s obvious that the loss of her weapon signals a slow inevitable slide towards her defeat.
 
Something wells up inside of Boko. He rises to his feet on the soft grass, looking at the forgotten hammer mere feet away. His eyes narrow, even as he feels a strange sense of certainty rise up inside of him. And then… that Goddess’ voice speaks to him again from deep within himself.
 
“Boko… you must always stand in defense of beautiful women wherever you find them. Be their sword and shield against the darkness, be their companion through the terrors of the night!”
 
Even though it’s actually just a Blessing that Hylia imparted on him, Boko still tilts his head to the side, a little confused by that many words. Fortunately, the Blessing is intuitive enough to adjust for his… needs.
 
“Be a bro, Boko the Bokoblin. Always be a bro.”
 
“Bwah!”
 
Understanding fills his acorn-sized mind and Boko doesn’t hesitate. Grabbing up the discarded hammer and making it his own, the red bokoblin lets out a battle cry as he races forward into the fray. It’s funny, until he decided to move, nobody had paid him any mind. Only as he’s suddenly amongst them and rag dolling bird people with ease do they finally seem to realize that he’s there, shouting and crying out in alarm as they turn to meet his charge.
 
-x-X-x-
 
Harley Quinn had been having a pretty craptastic day, and getting attacked by the fucking Court of Owls for some goddamn reason was basically the cherry on top of the shit sundae she’d been forced to swallow all day long. Unfortunately, it hadn’t seemed like she was going to get away on this one.
 
Being transformed by her asshole ex-boyfriend the Joker had given Harley a pretty big powerup on top of driving her insane. She was tougher, stronger, and faster, and she had a lot more stamina than most people. But even she had to admit she was reaching the end of her rope as the Court of Owls fuckfaces chased her into the park, separating her from her weapon and continually harassing her until she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to fight them all off this time.
 
Only, just as despair was creeping in… HE showed up. She had no clue what or who he was. To be fair, Gotham was a pretty shitty place, with a whole lot of monsters. From the look of things, he was just another experiment gone wrong, another poor fucker turned into a monster by either a supervillain or even just a shady corporation. It was honestly a toss up between the two at this point.
 
However… he really knew how to use that hammer.
 
“Boko!”
 
With a vicious roar, the big red monster slams her hammer into the center of another Court of Owls and sends the poor fucker flying through the air, over the park’s treeline. Just from the crunch alone, Harley doesn’t think that guy will be getting up any time soon, and that’s not even taking into account what sort of damage coming down for a landing will probably do to him.
 
Finally…
 
“RETREAT! The clown bitch has a new sidekick! FALL BACK!”
 
The Court of Owls runs away and Harley grins viciously despite the taste of blood on her tongue. Tch. She wishes she could have chased after them all, given them a taste of their own medicine after they’d been hunting her through the city for the past couple hours. But unfortunately she was in no state for that sort of thing. Besides, she just wasn’t in the mood.
 
She WAS in the mood for greeting her unexpected savior, however. Sauntering up to the big-eared red fucker who just smashed a bunch of Court of Owls asshats like they were nothing, Harley gives him a wide grin.
 
“Boko, huh? That your name?”
 
“Gwah!”
 
Nonverbal, she could work with that. She WAS a psychiatrist once upon a time, after all. Still, ‘Boko’ certainly seemed pretty happy with what she’d said, even doing something like a nod as he offers her back her hammer. Right then and there, Harley makes a decision… this Boko guy is clearly good people, and she owes him one.
 
Letting out a laugh, she takes a step closer, uncaring of how dangerous he might be even as she waves off the hammer.
 
“You keep ahold of it for now, buddy. Mm, you really helped me out, you know?”
 
She reaches out to pat him at the same time that he reaches out curiously, his eyes having been drawn to her dyed pigtails. Now that she’s closer, Harley realizes he’s not as big as she initially thought. Still a red monster, but she kind of towers over him a little bit.
 
At the same time though, as she leans in close… Harley’s eyes widen as her nostrils flare and she gets a nice big whiff of Bokoblin Pheromones. A gasp leaves her lips and she suddenly starts to squirm in arousal, despite being exhausted and in a considerable amount of pain mere moments before.
 
Fortunately for Harley, the Goddess Hylia had seen fit to give Boko more than one blessing. The first blessing made him tougher and stronger when fighting in the defense of women. The second blessing on the other hand, gave his Bokoblin Musk, which was said to be one of the strongest aphrodisiacs on all of Hyrule, healing properties on top of the fact that it would put damn near any woman who caught a whiff of it into a heat.
 
Even as Harley is rearing back and straightening up, her back going ramrod straight as she shudders in sudden excitement, her body also takes in the healing properties of Boko’s musk and quickly regenerates, rapidly bringing her back to peak condition.
 
“Ooooh baby… that’s… f-fuck, that’s the good stuff, ain’t it Boko? You, my friend, are getting a reward!”
 
“Bweh?”
 
Bending down to grab one of the red monster’s hands, Harley hurries over to the nearest park bench, pulling him along with her as she goes. Then, once they’re in front of it, Harley climbs up onto the park bench on her hands and knees, planting herself there and hurriedly pulling down her pants and panties so she can expose her already sopping snatch to Boko’s gaze.
 
“Climb up, Boko! I want you to fuck me, big boy! I want you to give it to me good and hard!”
 
“Gweh!”
 
Harley giggles as Boko doesn’t need to be told twice. Of course, she still hasn’t seen his cock yet, despite knowing she wants him to fuck her more than anything in the whole wide world right now. Which is why, as he climbs up onto the bench as well and removes his loincloth, Harley’s eyes widen in shock when she looks back over her shoulder to see what she’s in for.
 
“Holy shit, that thing is huge!”
 
Boko’s bonk stick is thick, throbbing, and veiny… and all for her! Harley moans happily, reaching under herself and between her legs to finger her cunt for a moment in anticipation before using her digits to spread her pussy lips apart nice and wide.
 
“R-Right here, Boko. Stick that big honking dick right fucking HERE!”
 
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing hold of her hips, he lines up and-!
 
“Boko!”
 
“Nnngh!!!”
 
Harley’s eyes nearly roll back in her head as she finally gets what she’s craving. Bokoblin Cock fills her, even if she still has no clue that’s what Boko even is. What most would consider a ‘disgusting monster’ fills and fills Harley from behind, pumping into her with his entire length of throbbing cockmeat. It’s a glorious sensation and one that has Harley shuddering in orgasmic pleasure.
 
“Ya k-know Boko… today has been a pretty shit day… but I’d say the n-night is just getting started!”
 
Moaning up a storm, Harley thrusts her hips back into Boko’s cock as he begins to pound into her from behind at breakneck speeds.
 
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
 
He knows just what she needs. He knows just what she wants. Harley’s eyes roll around in her head and she gurgles at his vigorous movements. His cock is far bigger than it should be relative to his size, even as he splits her pussy open again and again with his rapid thrusting. She shouldn’t enjoy it as much as she is… ah, who is she kidding?! Why shouldn’t she have the time of her life?!
 
“H-Harder! Give it to me harder, Boko! F-Fuck! Don’t stop you handsome hung bastard!”
 
There was nothing handsome about Boko the Bokoblin… at least on the outside. Beneath the surface, however, was a pure soul. Not that Harley was really looking that deep. No, it was just her current arousal talking, reshaping how she saw Boko into what he truly was… a friend and a hunky stud who could satisfy her like she’d never been satisfied before in her entire life.
 
Of course, there was one area in which Boko didn’t really excel very much. Creativity. Realizing this, Harley gives him some pointers on how to REALLY give it to her.
 
“P-Pull on my hair, Boko! Treat my pigtails like handlebars you big fucking hunk!”
 
Now, Boko the Bokoblin didn’t know what handlebars were. But the rest was pretty easy to follow.
 
“Bwah!”
 
Reaching out, the red bokoblin grabs hold of Harley’s multi-colored pigtails and yanks them back, yanking her head back at the same time. Her spine arches and her eyes roll up in her skull as her moans only grow in volume. Not that she’s worried about being caught. This is the middle of the night in Gotham, after all. People hear strange noises coming from a nearby park? They’re going to turn and walk away, not fucking investigate.
 
Which is good, because Harley didn’t want to have to share her find with anyone. Boko was the best thing that had ever happened to her, bar none! She wasn’t going to give him up for anything! She was… she was… she was cumming!!!
 
Eyes rolling around in her skull some more, tongue sticking straight out of her mouth, Harley Quinn orgasms all over Boko’s cock. And then she keeps orgasming as he forces climax after explosive climax after of her, fucking her silly and positively ruining her.
 
Or rather, he SHOULD have positively ruined her. There shouldn’t have been a world in which Harley, even with her enhanced physiology, should have come out the other side of such a powerful and endless bout of pure, hardcore FUCKING without being completely exhausted, sore, and zonked out. Especially after the day she’s had.
 
But by the time Boko finally cums inside of her, a sensation that almost feels like she’s completed in the moment he pumps her womb full of his jizz, Harley… isn’t tired at all anymore. In fact, as he pulls out of her and drops down onto the bench, sitting on it with his feet spread in either direction, Harley whips around and doesn’t so much as hesitate to take his messy cock in her mouth and begins sucking it clean.
 
Something occurs to her then, amidst her arousal and the feeling of unbridled energy and sexual need coursing through her body. As she basks in the post coital glow of their coupling, Harley realizes that Boko is way more agreeable than any of the normal bozos she has working for her as henchmen. In fact, he’s followed every single order that she’s given him so far, without fail.
 
Eyes lighting up, an idea comes to Harley’s mind, even as she bobs up and down on Boko’s big red cock.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
As she fills the otherwise empty park with the sounds of her gagging and choking on bokoblin dick, Harley Quinn begins to plan and scheme and plot. Gotham won’t know what hit it!