Christmas Eve could suck, especially if you were a Jew on a business trip. Sure she had had plenty of pleasant Christmas Eves, ones with Iliana and Peter for example. Tonight, was not one of them. She had been sent out here to Chicago to recruit a young mutant, well it turns out the kid’s parents are perfectly being a mutant, but the parents were fundamentalist Christian neo-Nazis who thought God had blessed their boy so he would an Aryan Super Soldier. So here she was at a 24 hour all you can eat Chinese buffet restaurant wondering why her life sucked as she at ate.
“Kitty Pryde,” she muttered, “Loser of the year.”
*
Harley was about to cry into her dumpling soup. Joker was “Dead” again for the third time this year, and had been so for two months. Red had dumped her as soon as she broke out of Arkham leaving Harley in the exercise yard with the entire security team on her. She had ended up in Chicago following a series falling outs with every station keeper in the rogue’s underground railroad. And now she was eating dinner at a 24 hour all you can eat Chinese buffet restaurant wondering why her life sucked as she ate.
“Harley Quinn” she muttered, “Loser of the year.”
*
The succubus smiled as she went over which set of choker and collars to put on the pair. She hadn’t even tried to sucker these two together, they both showed up at the same place on their own.
“Fortune cookie say,” the succubus mocked the Chinese accent, “Lesbians lick away unhappiness as couple.”
*
Kitty got up and made her way to the register, as she did she noticed a blonde woman in a hoodie doing the same. Kitty didn’t think much of it as she dug in her purse for the spending card the school had given her. She felt an itch on her neck. It went all the way around neck like a coarse wool choker that was too tight. Kitty rubbed her hand around her neck but it didn’t stop the feeling, while there was nothing there, it just made the itching worse. Kitty handed the lady her card and ticket. The lady ran the card and handed Kitty the slip. Kitty signed, took her card back and then went to leave. As she turned she looked at the blonde’s face. Kitty went pale.
*
Harley noticed the woman in the suit in front of her rubbing her neck and arched an eye brow. Suddenly she felt something on her neck as well. The woman payed by credit card then turned. She stopped and froze when she looked Harley in the face. Harley instantly knew that the woman had recognized her.
*
The succubus smiled as she held her riding crop like a detonator and thumbed the end like so many movie villains. She smiled as the power of her cursed neckwear shot into the two women and warped them from the inside out. The succubus clapped as Kitty Pryde’s suit seemed to melt and tighten around her turning into a skin tight shiny gold tan and brown spotted catsuit, her glasses melted and reformed as round ears on a hair band. Kitty looked at her hands as they were enveloped by brown leather gloves with paw pads on the palms. The succubus laughed as Kitty’s shoes turned into platformed high heeled knee boots except that they had no heels and the platforms were molded to resemble paws. Harley’s transformation was no less interesting, her hoodie and jeans merged and shrank, reforming themselves into a latex catsuit in her red and black harlequin motif, but her outfit took on a twisted Christmas vibe with white fur trim around her wrist gloves, knee boots and on the inside of her hood. Around her waist formed a black leather utility belt with red leather pouches of ammo and other toys.
*
“Whoo baby!” Harley shouted, “I haven’t felt a rush like that since Mr. J fucked me on the electric chair! Hello cutie, what’s your name?”
Kitty went to her knees, the most sexy woman in the world was right in front of her and by the gods did she want to be her slut pet hyena.
“Let me see that tag,” Harley leaned over, “The tag says snuggles, property of Mistress Harley Quinn. I think I got a new hyena! I wonder if you are bed trained yet? Grab the purse you dropped, Mistress has to take care of her tab.”
“On the house!” the lady screamed, “On the house!”
She bolted from the register leaving it open.
“Uhm, ok,” Harley held a twenty dollar bill between two fingers.
Harley shrugged and left the twenty dollar bill in the register and pulled the drawer closed and grabbed a hand full of mint. Harley was going to enjoy her new pet hyena after the Gotham PD put her two down years ago. This one had the added bonus of being a rubber slave girl!