Fun at the bar with the boys.

“HI BOYS! HARLEY’S IN THE HOUSE!!!!”

Looking up from their seats, everyone in the bar blinked as a chalk white woman in short-shorts and a t-shirt cartwheeled into the bar and wrung her hands together like a kid in a candy store, a chessar cat smile on her ruby lips and her pig-tails dyed red and black. “Ooh, what a shwing dig! I’m gonna ride the mechanical bull, shoot some darts and get toe-ta-lee SHITFACED!” She sang, twirling on the spot and jumping over to lean against the bar tracing her finger around a coaster.

“Hit me up bar keep, this girl’s planning to have some REAL fun tonight.”

“Dat sho?... Asked one of the drunk patrons next to the bar, a heavy-set biker that leered down at the petite blonde. “You lookin fer a bull to ride, cuz I gots some wild beef in ma pants for you to ride.”

“Oooh!” Harley smiled, wringing her hands in excitement. “Let’s test that.” Pulling the man forward for a kiss, the man closed his eyes and puckered his lips… Just when Harley kneed him in the balls. Collapsing to the ground with his hands at his crotch, Harley sulked. “Daw… Was expectin you to be a beef cake and all I got was ground beef.

Seeing one of their own drooling on the floor, the rest of the bar patrons got up to face the ditzy woman who just kneed their gang leader in the nuts. Some pulling out knives while others cocked back guns, aiming at the still giggling woman.

“Geez, you all look tense, wanna hear a joke?” Seeing the bar owner duck under the bar behind her, Harley never batted an eye lash to the angry crowd. “A crazy bitch shows up at a bar in the ass end of Gotham looking for a crew to kill a reporter, and to make her point she cracks some nuts to do it! Ha ha ha… Funny right?” Her response was the man on the floor shuffling towards the others, pulling a gun out of his own. “Wow, tough crowd… Got one better?”

Slammed back against the bar from the gunfire piercing through her, Harley’s body twitched and spasmed from at least half a dozen pistols firing into her, causing the pint glasses at the back wall to explode as bullets pierced straight through her body. When the gunfire stopped, Halrey’s corpse dropped to the floor with her legs spread eagled, her back still against the bar limp and lifeless.

Staggering up to his feet and still rubbing the sore spot between his legs, the gang leader coughed before pointing his empty gun back at the dead woman. “How’s this? A crazy bitch comes to a bar and gets pumped full of lead?” At that the rest of the bar broke out into laughter, empty clips dropping to the ground and being reloaded. Until they heard a woman’s voice join in. “Ha ha ha Ha ha… That’s a GOOD one!” Getting up to her feet and holding her stomach as if trying to hold back even more laughter, the gang of thugs blinded in shock as Harley Quinn got up giggling and chuckling. “No stop, REALLY! You’re killing me here!” Harley wiped a fake tear from her eye and blood from her lips to see everyone in total shock.

“How the HELL are you still alive?!”

“Fuck you, that’s how…”

Confused but still angry, the gang leader aimed his reloaded pistol back at the woman in front of him, only for everyone to be stunned yet again when she moved towards him like a blur and grabbed his wrist, twisting it easily and forcing him to drop his pistol. Glaring back at Harley, the man’s fury turned to surprise when he noticed her eyes went from green to yellow. Spreading up her arm and across her entire body, snow white fur crept up her skin. Her ears grew pointed as did her teeth when she smiled wide for the hulking man that towered over her whimpering from her grip which just seemed to get tighter and tighter. Then his surprise turned to horror when she began to grow, larger and stronger, her limbs flaring with muscle while her shoes burst to free her clawed feet, her ankles growing longer and more lupine. Her bloody t-shirt and shorts could no longer contain her frame as her many swelling breasts burst free at the seams, soon towering over the man by at least a foot, then two, then THREE.

By the time the sounds of bones crunching in her clawed hand could be heard by the others, they swiftly ignored it to the sight of a 9-foot-tall white wolfess glaring down at them all, her eyes a piercing yellow and her smiling jaws lined with diamond glinting teeth. The tiny man in her grip whimpered and she didn’t need her heightened sense of smell to know he had wet himself heavily. Tossing him aside with the same grace as tossing a coat on a chair, Harley threw the gang leader head first into the juke box, the thing sparking as his head went through the metal and wood, leaving him limp and dead.

“Whoo! Now THAT’s the way to get the crowd’s attention…” Harley laughed like a hyena, stopping to sniff the air and smirk at the corpse in the jukebox. “Ooh, better check his shorts, bet they’re brimming over!”

“Wha… What the hell are you?!” Cowered one of the armed men, his pistol shaking in his hands like the others still aiming at the hulking wolfess who now turned her attention back to them. “What do you want?”

Rolling her eyes and blowing a strand of silvery white hair out of her eyes and snout. “Duh… Didn’t I make myself loud and clear? I’m a BITCH looking for a crew to kill a reporter!” With speed to fast for the gang to react to, she was already in front of the man and had his pistol pinched between two of her clawed fingers, crumpling the thing like tin foil. “So, are you in our out?”

“We’re in!” Nodded the frightened man, looking to the others who did the same, their pistols hanging from their hands which were now above their heads in surrender.

“YAHTZEE!” Cheered the wolfess, wringing her hands together and smiling wider, revealing fangs several inches in length. “Now what else was I gonna do?” She asked out loud, tapping her chin with her clawed finger. “Oh yeah!” Grabbing the man in front of her by his arms, Harley bit into his shoulder deep enough to pierce skin and make the man scream in shock. Dropping him like a duffle bag, the giggling wolfess pulled another towards her and bite down on his arm. The other s began to panic after that, firing wildly into the air or trying desperately to get to the exit. None of them made their escape as one by one Harley bit them all. Once everyone in the building was sporting an infected bite, the giant wolfess moved towards the jukebox and pulled it off the wall as if it weighed nothing to her, even with the dead gang member still half-way imbedded in it. “Peeyooo, you stink! I think this place needs a little fresh air.” Throwing the juke box through the ceiling with all her strength, the impact blew out the roof and filled the room with moonlight, the moment it shun on the wounded group of men, they all began spasming as their infection took root.

“NOW for the fun part!”