Harley Quinn Meets Dracula

Breaking away from Joker had been the most liberating moment in Harley Quinn's criminal career. She was finally free now, able to sleep easy without having to worry about getting used as a punching bag by Joker because he was in a bad mood, or having to finger herself to sleep because she was insanely frustrated and that Joker was too fucking stupid to realize that he had a psychotic hottie right next to him ready to suck his dick at a moment's notice.

No, Harley Quinn was done being Joker's punching bag/scapegoat to get beat up Batman. Now she was her own woman capable of making her own path in life, and that path will lead her to being Gotham's first A-list female supervillain!

There was only one problem...she was dirt broke and was living with her best friend Poison Ivy with little more than her two pet hyenas and her signature spiked bat she brought with her. Getting to the top would be enormously expensive and Harley didn't realize that Joker pretty much had tons of money, goons and disposable vehicles at his command as he repeatedly turned Gotham into a city that Detroit would look at from afar and go "fuck that".

So, after a quick wardrobe change and a little pep talk from Ivy about not getting herself killed or ending up as yet another psychopath's cum dumpster, Harley set off for some million dollar pocket change. Thankfully, she had a lead to go on, from the Penguin himself.

Back when she was with Joker, she overheard the two talking about some secret fortune that belonged to a former associated of Penguin, who accumulated thousands upon thousands of dollars in gold and jewels and had stashed them in the heart of Gotham Cemetery. Penguin was a little drunk when he revealed that tidbit, but no one said anything. Joker always said that he'd get to finding it, but he never did, and it was only recently that Harley remembered about this so-called buried treasure.

"This better be fucking worth it." Harley grumbled as she trudged through the dark cemetery all alone. It was deathly quiet, and the sounds of the city were almost muted as she walked deeper into the admittedly creepy place. "I mean, who the hell hides an entire fortune in a fucking cemetery? Honestly, if I end up as Grundy's cocksleeve by the end of this night, I'm blowin' up a crowded school bus!"

The pale skinned beauty had ditched her old outfit for something a bit more rebellious and sexy. She still had her familiar attire of black and red coloring to match her long, pigtail-styled hair with the tips dual toned, with a tight corset top that showed off her nicely sized tits perfectly and displayed her toned midriff while also rocking tiny booty shorts that hung to her rounded ass and thigh high socks with sneakers. Harley hadn't felt so sexy in ages.

Unfortunately for Harley, walking through a cemetery in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a corset and booty shorts probably wasn't the best idea. It was cold, breezy, and she knew she was going to get sick come morning. Never mind how creepy it was just being here alone. At least she didn't have to worry about Batman.

"Maybe I should've brought Ivy along." Harley muttered, eyes scanning the various crypts and tombs for the sign she was looking for. "She could sniff out that treasure easy. Save me lots of time."

According to Penguin, all she had to look for was a crypt with an upside down cross over the entrance. Easier said than done since half the crosses in the

damn cemetery were old and broken, making her job more difficult. At least she knew what general area to search for the place; a part of the cemetery where Gotham's oldest and wealthiest bury their dead. Maybe if she played her cards right, she might see where she where the Waynes are buried.

"Where the hell do I start first?" Harley mumbled. Even this part of the cemetery was large thanks to the unreasonably large amount of dead rich white people that Gotham shells out every year. "It's gonna take me all night to find the damn pla-oh look, there it is!"

As she was ranting, Harley had, by dumb luck or divine grace, spotted a very old crypt just a few feet from her. The crypt itself looked very old, to the point of crumbling, but that upside down cross was visible to Harley's hungry eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" Harley cheered and ran over to the crypt, ramming her shoulder into the rusty old door that completely crumbled from her weight. She hit the ground and landed hard on her shoulder. "Ow."

Harley got to her feet and ran over to the large stone coffin in the middle of the crypt. She kicked it a few times to see if there was any fancy change inside, but she couldn't hear anything. Which meant that this thing was either really thick or there was nothing inside. The lid was sealed shut and there was no way she was going to be able to get it off by herself.

Harley huffed and put her hands on her waist, trying to think of a solution to this problem. If she couldn't get this dusty old treasure chest open right here, then there was only one thing to do.

XXXXXX

"Harley."

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this?"

The question came from Harley's newly inducted sidekick, Punchline. She, like Harley, was a stunning beauty with pale skin and black hair tied back in a high ponytail. Punchline wore a light purple bodysuit that hugged her curvaceous figure and a tight black leather dress with black thigh high boots. She also wore some clown makeup to match Harley's clown motif.

Punchline was Harley's new partner (sidekick), her second in command to her rise to the big leagues. She started out as a college girl who was a serious fangirl of Joker and Harley, enough so that she was willing to use laughing gas on her own principal to show her dedication to the mad clown's mayhem. When Harley broke away from Joker, she poached Punchline before Joker could sweep her up and now she was rolling with Quinn as her personal assassin, the "worse" cop to Harley's "bad" cop. The scary bitch Harley called in to teach people a lesson.

At the moment, Punchline was glaring down at the massive coffin siting in the middle of their living room that Poison Ivy had graciously loaned to them inside her plant infested apartment building.

"That, Punchy, is our payday." Harley said, grinning at her sidekick over her shoulder.

"What? Grave robbing? I know we're broke, but didn't expect us to be scraping the bottom this fast." Punchline said.

"For your information I was looking for Penguin's secret stash that he hid in the cemetery." Harley said pouting.

"Why did Penguin—"

"Don't know, don't care." Harley interrupted. "What matters is that all of the treasure he's stashed is inside that dusty thing, but I couldn't get it out on the spot."

"So you hauled it all the way back home?" Punchline stared at the coffin. She wasn't one to scare easily, but something about it made the thing feel...wrong. "And you decided to leave it in the middle of the living room."

"Well I couldn't just dump it into the bedroom...it wouldn't fit." Harley said as if it were perfectly normal.

Punchline rubbed the bridge of her nose, honestly too tired to really try to comprehend Harley's thought process. She decided to cut her loses for the night. "I'll try to get this thing open later. But if I see anything else but money in there—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll toss it out back." Harley waved her off, her attention already back on the TV. "Now shush, I'm binge watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy right now."

"The regular versions or the extended cuts?" Punchline asked.

"The regular ones." Harley snorted. "I'm mad, not suicidal."

XXXXXX

Later that night, when Harley was sound asleep, Punchline decided to get to work on opening the coffin. Knowing that her boss most likely wouldn't immediately get to the task, she headed straight to the living room with a crowbar in hand and got to work on trying to open the coffin.

"I swear Harley," Punchline grunted as she pushed against the lid. "I love you, but I better get a huge share of the prize out of this for doing this shit for you!"

The woman used both the crowbar and her hand to make the heavy stone lid budge. She struggled against its immense weight, but after several minutes she managed to start making the lid budge. Punchline pushed harder and harder until she gave one last heave. But on that last push, she overestimated her strength and as the lid finally slid off the coffin, her left hand scraped against a sharp jagged piece of stone, spilling blood over the interior of the coffin.

"Shit!" Punchline hissed, holding her bleeding hand. The one time she goes without gloves and this happens. Huffing, she looked inside to see what her prize was. To her utmost disappointment and horror, it was not what she was expecting.

Inside the coffin was not a pile of money, gold or even expensive and priceless jewels, but a dry, shriveled up corpse sitting in a pile of ash. Harley got the wrong coffin!

"Of fucking course." Punchline snarled. "Harley! Harley, wake the hell up!"

As Punchline took her eyes off the corpse, something miraculous began to happen. The blood she spilled onto its dried-up heart was absorbed into the organ, and soon it began to regenerate, slowly beating as it came to life. The rest of the body slowly regenerated too, muscles and tendons wrapping around the skeleton, organs regrowing and sliding into place. Blood also began to flow through newly created veins. Skin formed along the body's musculature, and finally the head, eyes and brain were formed. As soon as the eyes were formed, they began to move as life returned to the body.

"For fuck's sake, Harley, wake up! You got the wrong coffin!" Punchline yelled. Growling angrily she was about to march into the bedroom to give that pigtailed bimbo a piece of her mind when she heard something shuffling behind her. Her honed killer instincts flaring up, Punchline drew her knife from her thigh and spun around...only to come face to face with the monster.

A tall, rail thin figure stood shakily from the coffin. The creature was clearly male, though its body was little more than skin and bones, with its only piece of clothing being shredded pants that hunt on its thin form. Its knees trembled as it stood up, still a bit hunched over, and it raised its clawed hands as if to look at them. Punchline gasped and the sound drew the creature's attention, and she gaped at the burning red glow in its eyes.

Its eyes were like fire, its gaze intense and predatory. The creature's thin lips pulled back to reveal a pair of long sharp fangs. A bestial growl rose from its throat as it smelled a familiar scent that inflamed a long deep hunger in its belly—blood.

"What the hell are you?" Punchline gasped. She raised her knife to attack it, but the creature was faster, rushing forward and slamming into her with strength its body should not have. Punchline grunted as she was pushed to the floor, her knife falling from her grasp and she pushed against the monster's shoulders to keep it away from her. It hissed and snarled, trying to get at her, and when it appeared it wasn't going to get its meal this way, it tried another method.

The monster gripped Punchline's arms and lifted her upper body up before slamming her back down into the ground. The impact was hard enough to cause her head to smack the stone floor, and the impact dazed her momentarily. Her temporary vulnerability was quickly capitalized upon by the monster as it brought its mouth down to Punchline's neck, sinking its fangs into the left side of her neck.

Punchline gasped as pain flared from her throat as she felt the beast bite into her throat and she struggled a bit...only to become overtaken by a strong wave of dizziness that spread across her body. Her limbs felt heavy and her arms sagged against the creature as it began to suck on her neck, drinking down the blood leaking from her wound. Soon all she could do was gasp and moan helplessly as the creature's feasting on her blood increased in intensity.

Punchline's body was completely paralyzed, unable to move as the creature drank her blood. She heard it swallow her blood fervently, and with each suck she felt a pulse of weakness. On the other hand, the more blood the monster drank, the stronger it became. Soon its feeding began having an effect on its body, and visible changes began to show.

The creature's gaunt body began to fill out, growing taller and gaining muscles along the length of its body. Its skinny limbs grew muscles and its torso filled out to become hard and defined. Hair grew from a bare scalp, black as night and fell down its back. Those shredded pants that hung loosely around its hips were suddenly filled out thanks to monster's legs filling out. Now they were full to the point of bursting thanks to the toned muscles in the creature's legs.

What was once a pale, skinny monster had now mutated into a big, strong, muscular and very handsome man who was now grinding against Punchline as he drank his fill of her. After another second of gulping down her blood, the man pulled his fangs free of her blood stained neck with a gasp and rose to his knees, panting from exertion. After calming down, the man looked down at Punchline, who lay beneath him gasping with blood still leaking from her neck.

"Thank you for providing me sustenance, woman." He breathed, blood leaking from his mouth and down the hard planes of his chest. "Now here's your reward for your contribution."

He reached between her legs and swiftly tore apart the clothing covering her wet pussy, and did the same to his ragged pants. Leaning over her body, he pressed the head of his rather long and thick shaft against her folds and, without any warning, forced himself inside her. Punchline gasped once more, her ample breasts jiggling from the force of his thrust. He worked his massive organ deep within her, jerking her body back and forth.

He pumped hard and fast into her, his red eyes watching her tits bounce in time with his thrusts, the thin purple fabric barely restraining them. His gaze rose to her neck, still covered in blood, which inflamed his lust even more. Turning her head to expose the other side of her neck, he hissed and sank his fangs into her soft, inviting flesh. A low moan escaped Punchline's lips and as he drank hungrily, her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm hit her.

He lifted his head from her bleeding neck and continued to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her paralyzed body. His hard chest pressed against her large chest, rubbing her erect and sensitive nipples through her thin costume. His hips pumped harder and moved faster until finally he shoved himself deep into her and released his seed, letting out a loud roar that could be heard for miles. Punchline's body shivered as a deluge of warm seed pumped into her womb, coating her walls in white and the excess jizz spilling from their joined hips.

He ground his pulsating cock into her pussy and held himself deep inside for the entire duration of his orgasm. His muscles visibly tensed and flexed several times before finally relaxing. He let out a relieved sigh and slowly pulled his cock out of the unconscious Punchline, unsheathing all twelve inches of man meat from her cum stuffed depths.

"Now that I've got that out of the way," The vampire said. "Where the hell am I?"

XXXXXX

Harley stumbled out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes tiredly. It was still the middle of the night, way later than her usual time, but she heard some noise coming from the living room and went to investigate.

"Punchy? You still awake?" Harley yawned. So tired she was that she didn't even change out of her clothes before plopping down on the bed. "What's with all the noise?"

"Hey, Harley." Came a whisper at her ear.

"Ah!" Harley jumped and spun around to see Punchline standing there. "Punchy, don't do that!"

"Sorry, Harley. I forgot you get jumpy after you wake up." Punchline grinned.

Harley looked at her partner in crime and noted that something was different about her. It was still too dark to see, but Punchline' skin looked a bit pale, though not sickly. In fact, she looked even hotter to her now. "Hey, Punchy? You doin' okay?"

"Of course? I feel wonderful!" Punchline said, her green lips upturned in a smirk.

"What was all that noise I heard? Did ya get the coffin open?" Harley asked.

"I sure did." She nodded. "And let's just say that what's inside was totally better than anything Penguin could've had."

"Really? What is it? Can I see?" Harley tried to look for the coffin, but Punchline suddenly grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. "Whoa! What's that for?"

"I just wanted to celebrate our big break." Punchline whispered sultrily. "You up for a little celebratory fuck?"

Harley opened her mouth to make a quip about that, but Punchline's lips pressed against hers and quickly shoved her tongue into the jester's mouth. Harley gave a startled gasp but relented soon after and closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss. The two women pressed themselves tight against each other, practically shoving their tongues into the other's mouths, rubbing their breasts against one another while their hands roamed everywhere. Punchline's hands gripped Harley's ass through her shorts and grinded against her, moaning into her boss's mouth.

Eventually they broke the kiss, but Punchline moved her kisses to Harley's neck, kissing and licking her throat. Harley moaned and tilted her head to give her easier access, biting her lip and wrapping a leg around Punchline's waist. She had no idea what's gotten into her, but wasn't complaining. All she focused on was the feeling of Punchline's lips against her throat, running her tongue along her pale flesh while pressing her body into Harley's.

Punchline's lips left light smears of purple lipstick on Harley's pale skin, and her tongue left long trails of cold saliva on her neck. She listened to Harley's heartbeat as it increased, making sure to lather her boss's entire throat with her saliva, as if trying to forever imprint the taste of her flesh on her taste buds.

Punchline withdrew from Harley's neck leaving a long string of saliva and took a deep breath. Unseen by Harley, her teeth slowly sharpened, not quite fangs but still sharp enough to pierce flesh slightly. Stricken by her unholy hunger, Punchline bit down into Harley's neck. Her still developing fangs punctured her skin and the carnal nectar she sought flowed into Punchline's waiting mouth, who moaned as the deepest satisfaction she'd ever known washed over her tongue.

Harley yelped as a flare of sharp pain brought her out of her pleasure induced state. The pain was big enough that she reflexively pushed Punchline away from her, holding a hand to her neck.

"What the fuck, Punchy? I'm not stranger to biting, but you didn't have to do it that...hard..." Harley's eyes went down to her fingers, which were coated in red liquid. Her eyes widened as she ran her fingers along her chest and they came away slightly red. Blood. Her blood.

"I'm sorry, Harley," Punchline moaned, running her tongue along her lips and bloodstained teeth. To Harley's shock and horror, her partner's eyes were blood red and her canine teeth had elongated into sharp fangs. "You taste so good!"

"Punchy, what the hell happened to you?" Harley whispered.

"You'll have to forgive your friend, Harley Quinn." A man's voice replied from the shadows. "The change leaves newborns rather...thirsty."

Harley jumped and turned to her couch, where a man was sitting. He looked incredibly handsome, inhumanly so, with pale flawless skin and long black hair that flowed down his back. The black shirt and tight pants he wore highlighted his physique, which was both muscular yet slender. But what caught her attention were the fact that his eyes were completely red with no pupils. The fact that his face looked human yet possessed an inhuman beauty made those eyes stand out even more.