Chapter 2 - Crazy, crazy, crazy

Caitlyn was hunched over the desk, scribbling with a hextech pen. The pen had a small red bulb that glowed with moderate brightness, indicating that the ink was almost depleted. She hardly noticed it as her fingers glowed pink. A few hours ago she had refilled the pen and it was empty already. Her chest barely moved as she scarcely breathed. It was 7:30 PM and she’d been in the office since dawn.
 
Piltover, the City of Progress, was the most technologically-advanced place on earth. It was the leader in the arts, sciences, humanities, and philosophy. It was also the wealthiest city-state of Valoran, due to its ocean-side location and free-trade agreement. Demacia, by comparison, was a backwards and isolated kingdom, petrified of magic. Noxus? A barbaric people, overzealous for war and industry, eager to bleed the land dry. But Piltover had its own ghosts. Being so prosperous, it was the city of thieves. Whether these be burglars or bankers, everyone was trying to make money off of somebody else. Caitlyn cleared her throat, beginning to breathe again as she moved on to the next paragraph. Piltover’s police force was heavily restricted by documentation and scheduling. It was over-regulated to the point of throttling their ability to do their job. It was why Jinx was still on the loose. Why Caitlyn envied the free spirits of Piltover, those justices like Jayce who were unfettered by the law, or even the dangerous radical Viktor of Zaun whose methods were (in Caitlyn’s view) flawed, but still nobly-imagined. 
 
There was nothing of this virtue in Jinx. She was as bad, perhaps worse, than Singed. Singed was insane, but content to inflict agonies on small numbers of people. Jinx liked to demolish buildings. The buildings she destroyed were never populated, and she seemed to avoid actively hurting people, but the terror she caused was everpresent. The personal insults to her and her partner made it sting worse, especially when the media republished them, and Victoria’s curious quasi-blind-spot to Jinx’s mayhem was even more distressing.
 
* * *
 
“You had her! You had her!” Caitlyn yelled, panting, completely out of breath. They were halfway down a Piltovan alley, and Caitlyn managed to keep one eye open long enough to see the azure-blue twintails disappear around the corner, far ahead. She bent double, hands on her knees, blowing air from her lungs, trying to catch her breath. Vi was in even worse shape, with her vision dimmed by blackness. They had been chasing Jinx for over half an hour at a full sprint, and every time it seemed that they would catch her, Jinx would put on an extra burst of speed and disappear just long enough for them to fear they had lost her.
 
“God damn it, this is worse than chasing Singed!” Vi cursed, ignoring the implied question. She unclipped one of her enormous hextech gauntlets which plummeted the two or three feet to the ground and landed with a tremendous slam. With her fingers freed, she massaged her aching throat, her mouth dry. She reached for her hip-flask and downed some foul Zaunite brew that re-energized her.
 
“You had her,” Caitlyn said again slowly, catching her breath more easily than her gauntlet-beleaguered companion. Vi had the build for long-distance running, but her gloves weighed almost three hundred pounds apiece, and while she could periodically use the explosions of steam from the back-end of those gloves to jet herself forwards, there was just no catching Jinx, especially when she decided to suicidally jump on her rocket and shoot herself over one of the deep Piltovan streets or across the top of a building. “Victoria, I saw you within arm’s reach of her.” She licked dry lips. 
 
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Vi glowered, her eyes still closed. Her face was shockingly beautiful even when fatigued. Her lashes were long and black, her cheeks like apples, her jaw sharp and cutting. Caitlyn saw, simultaneously, her partner, her lover, and her friend. Part of her wanted to reprimand Vi, part of her wanted to caress her, and part of her wanted to embrace her and cry. But Caitlyn was raised as a Piltovan Noble, and she pressed her questioning thoughtlessly.
 
“You could have grabbed her arm. I saw it. What happened?” she said. Once, she would have been simply bewildered. Now, after weeks of this, she was genuinely suspicious. “Did you—" 
 
“I said I don’t want to TALK ABOUT IT!” Vi roared, slamming her remaining gauntlet into the concrete wall so hard that cracks spiderwebbed up the masonry, and a burst of concrete dust exploded into the air. Both women ended up coughing and spitting onto the floor.
 
Caitlyn recognized this as a severely distressed emotional response. What was the source of that distress, she wondered? For the first time, she feared her partner. But her mouth continued as before; Caitlyn prided herself on always seeking the truth. “Did you let her go?”
 
Vi shook her head angrily. “Of course not!” Caitlyn’s head swiveled as there was the sound of an explosion from a block away. “Let’s go,” Vi shouted, stuffing her arm back into the glove and hauling it into the air before beginning to run. She broke into a sprint, with steam gusting from the back of the gauntlets pushing her forwards, eager to escape this dingy alley, and the questions of her partner.
 
* * *
 
Vi walked into Caitlyn’s small office at 7:32. “Hey. Are you…” she trailed off.
 
“I probably won’t be coming home this evening,” Caitlyn said coldly, not making eye contact, continuing to scribble. Never before had Vi come so obviously close to catching her, only to fail at the last minute. Never before had she shouted, or threatened violence towards Caitlyn. Vi, very slowly, turned to leave, her heart sinking. “Wait,” Caitlyn said, sighing and slapping down the pen. Vi looked over her shoulder, nerves evident on her face. Caitlyn sighed, louder, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at the desk.
 
“…yes?” Vi prompted after almost half a minute of silence.
 
“Never mind,” Caitlyn shook her head. “Sorry to take up your time. Sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning, we can get back on this case.”
 
* * *
 
Victoria headed for her usual watering hole after work. They were meant to be let off at around 5, but it was almost 8 now, and she was tired. She felt dry sweat sticking in her armpits and between her legs. She smelled pretty strongly, but amongst the booze-addled crowd at the Last Chance, there was nothing to notice over the stink of alcohol. Victoria sat at the bar, nursing her third beer and staring at the dented wood of the countertop.
 
“Hey,” came a soft voice from beside her. Vi glanced that way, seeing a beautiful young blonde woman with perky tits and a slutty dress. “Want to buy me a drink?”
 
Vi’s cock moved, and her eyes opened wider. Caitlyn hated it when she slept around. But then again, Caitlyn wasn’t coming back to Vi’s apartment that night. Still, she was tired and sweaty… but she couldn’t deny that she was horny. The drink was making her flushed and arrogant. “Sure, let’s go,” Vi said, thumping her fist on the counter.
 
* * *
 
Barely ten minutes later, she found herself with the woman in the bar’s bathroom. The woman’s panties were on the floor, and her legs were wrapped around Vi’s midsection as the shemale roughly gave it to her, pushing her up against the wall. “Oh… oh! Oh god, you’re so fucking big, god you’re so fucking big, give it to me you fucking stud—” she rambled before Vi silenced her with a tongue-filled kiss, attacking her pussy with the fury of a pent-up bull. 
 
It wasn’t long before hot, thick cum came bubbling out of the pitiful girl’s wrecked pussy. Mascara ran down her cheeks amongst tears of bliss. She didn’t yet know that she’d never again be satisfied by any cock, for Vi was the biggest she’d had, and the biggest she’d ever have. Thick cum splattered to the floor, congealing in the bowl of a nearby urinal. The woman let out another involuntary moan as Vi started pissing in her pussy, washing that sticky virile cum out, determined not to make a baby with a random woman, and hot piss poured to the ground, splattering Vi’s boots. She grimaced.
 
* * *
 
Victoria sighed softly as the key turned in the lock. It had been a long day. Caitlyn was either going to sleep in her own apartment, or just pass out in the precinct tonight. But, Vi noticed that, as the key turned, the lock didn’t give back as much push as it should have. She was the careful sort, the one to notice that kind of thing. The door was unlocked. Gently, quietly, she pushed it open. Sometimes a robber wouldn’t have the presence of mind to close the door behind them, but they usually would. Then again, of course, it probably wasn’t an intruder. Probably, it was just Caitlyn.
 
It eased her mind when she saw a pair of frilly purple panties sitting on the back of a chair. Those were undeniably Caitlyn’s! She had seen her girlfriend wearing that pair many times. Her face softened, and she smiled happily. Caitlyn was in a better mood than she’d seen her an hour ago; a much better mood.
 
“In here, lover.”
 
Vi’s smile deepened, and she felt her skin flush just a little. Caitlyn’s voice wafted from the bedroom. 
 
The lights were out, and the room was perfectly dark, except for the dim pink coming through the bay window of the bedroom. “Don’t turn the lights on,” Caitlyn said, but her voice was… different. Huskier. Like she was doing a voice, perhaps.
 
“Is that some kind of kink play? We do it in the dark?” Vi said, a bit of a smile creeping over her lips. Caitlyn had something planned, it seemed. Things were different. Okay, she’d play along. Victoria slowly climbed onto the bed, one hand at a time, her weight sinking into the sheets and then the mattress. Her knees made a soft noise over the bedspread, and then she laid her weight into Caitlyn, who squeaked a little bit. She still sounded off, but Vi didn’t care. Finally her lover had returned to her, and she was more than happy to simply accept things as they were. It wasn’t just this one evening that Caitlyn had been cold, but for weeks the sex had been terrible. Vi leaned in to kiss between Caitlyn’s breasts, but Caitlyn’s hands touched her neck and pulled her up to kiss her mouth instead, pulling Vi away from her tits she loved so much. Vi climbed on top of her, noticing Caitlyn to be maybe a little skinnier than she remembered. She pushed their lips together, and found Caitlyn’s lips to be a little dry. Caitlyn liked to use plenty of beauty products, including lip softener. Caitlyn’s hands found Vi’s huge cock and guided it between her legs. Vi grunted and thrust, pushing her pussy open around her cockhead. Holy shit, Caitlyn was way fucking tighter than usual. “You’re wet as a river,” Vi purred, slipping her tongue into Caitlyn’s mouth, finding an unusual taste there. “I missed you. Missed this,” she murmured, and was replied by a girlish laugh.
 
It was then that everything finally clicked into place. Vi jumped off of whoever it was, and flicked the lights on. “Don’t!”
 
There, dressed in Caitlyn’s lingerie, was Jinx, lying on her back on the bed, propped up on her elbows. Her hand was out to stop Vi, her mouth open, her expression changing from fear to sadness. “Oh no. Oh no, I thought if I”
 
“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Vi roared, spreading her arms wide. “Are you serious? What if Caitlyn found you?”
 
“I know Caitlyn stayed at the office tonight,” Jinx said, a little pink on her cheeks, flushing slightly with pride. “I… stole her panties from her apartment and raced over here. I thought you’d like it,” she said, gazing down at the empty cups of Caitlyn’s bra on her chest. No wonder she didn’t want Vi fondling her. 
 
“You really thought that would work? Your body types are different. I noticed as soon as I got on top of you…” Vi shook her head. “We haven’t spoken to each other in two years and this is how you show up out of nowhere? Naked and wearing stolen panties?”
 
“I thought… you would like it…” Jinx said, her pride draining again. “I’m…” the fear was on her face again, and instantly, she was in tears. “I’m sorry sis, I just miss you. I miss you so much. I can’t do it anymore, I can’t…” she choked. “When Caitlyn took you out of Zaun I thought you would come back for me.”


“I did come back,” Vi said, hurt. “You weren’t there anymore. I searched for you. I looked and looked, until Caitlyn got suspicious of how much time I was spending in the lower city… she said ‘your life there is over now, and you’re missing out on the life up here.’ She wasn’t wrong.”
 
Jinx froze up. “I… when you left, I couldn’t protect myself from all the gangs. I’m not strong like you are. I had to leave, join a gang, just to stay safe.”
 
Vi ran her tongue over dry lips. “So that’s why you were gone. Did you seek me out?”
 
“I tried!” Jinx said passionately. “But they won’t let people like us into Piltover, you know that! I still don’t know why Hat Lady took you.”
 
“I don’t… know either,” Victoria finished lamely, rubbing her neck. “Zaun is… huge… and covered in smog. I just… couldn’t find you. And the next time I saw you… you were blowing something up…”
 
“It got your attention, didn’t it?” Jinx said, smiling softly. “And I kept trying to get your attention. It worked.”
 
“I thought I raised you better than to attack innocent people.”
 
“They aren’t innocent, big sis,” Jinx smiled. “Look what Piltover does to Zaun and tell me they’re innocent.”
 
“The people are, Jinx. It’s the bureaucrats and lawmakers who leave Zaun for last.”
 
Jinx pondered. “I guess I don’t see it that way. The people are complicit…”
 
“I know them better than you do, little sister. Piltover is full of good people.”
 
Jinx was silent. “I never hurt anybody.”
 
“You hurt some people,” Victoria corrected. “But people did notice that you tried not to.”
 
“They think I’m a criminal,” Jinx murmured.
 
“You are a criminal,” Vi said firmly. “I don’t know what you were thinking. How is Piltover going to accept you now?”
 
Jinx started to cry again. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I wasn’t thinking… My heart just hurt so much that I hadn’t seen you… we used to spend every second of every day together… and every night…”
 
“I know, I know…” Victoria groaned, rubbing her temples. “Listen, you can stay at my apartment for now while I see if I can work something out… I don’t know if you’ll ever be welcome in Piltover. You might have to be disguised to live here.”
 
“Thank you,” Jinx said softly, sliding Caitlyn’s bra and panties off. “These chafe. They’re not for me.” She took a little breath. “I want to be with you tonight.”
 
“Not tonight,” Vi said. “Give me tonight to think. You can sleep on the couch.”
 
And that was it. Each woman laid down, Jinx pulling something over herself in the dark so she didn’t shiver. Each woman had a thousand things running through their minds, things to say, things not to say, arguments performed entirely in their heads.
 
It was an hour past midnight, and Jinx cried. It hurt so much. It hurt even more being this close to her, but unable to go to her. Vi had rejected her advance. Were they still lovers? Still friends? Still—
 
Victoria appeared in the doorway, her third leg hanging between her thighs, her silhouette illuminated by the neon behind her. “Big sister?” Jinx whispered, her slender fingers grabbing onto the cover she wore.
 
Vi laid on top of her on the couch, forcing a deep kiss on her lips. Jinx squeaked in surprise, but soon gave in to the kiss, relaxing her lips and letting her sister’s tongue inside. Vi took full advantage, sliding her tongue around Jinx’s and pinning it to the floor of her mouth. “Mmmmf!” Jinx squeaked again, her tiny little girlcock standing quickly to attention. It didn’t take much to get a herm’s cock hard. “Big sis!”
 
“Shut up,” Vi growled, reaching up and fondling Jinx’s flat chest. Her skin barely even moved, skin that covered barely an ounce of titfat. She forced her tongue down Jinx’s throat as she forced her cock into her pussy again for the second time that night, coming upon her so suddenly that her feminine juices hadn’t had a chance to sink in. Her pussy was dry, but Victoria could feel the lube beginning to flow over her huge, thick cock, and she loved it. She wrapped her arm around Jinx’s neck and pushed herself deeper into her pussy, the bulge in Jinx’s belly very obvious and very cute. Predictably, she squealed, being fed inch after inch of her big sister’s big cock. Her legs went up, wrapping around Victoria’s middle.
 
Jinx touched her stomach, feeling Vi’s cock through her body, through the bulge. “Use me as your condom,” Jinx whispered, trembling all over. It wasn’t physical pleasure, but emotional satisfaction she had searched for these long two years. It was nothing less than the culmination of everything she had ever wanted. Vi silenced her with a kiss.
 
They made love like rabid animals, fucking and rutting, Jinx giving as good as she got, twisting her pelvis and making her sister fuck her. Victoria’s enormous third leg barely fit inside Jinx, and in no time the bluenette was panting and moaning, groaning loudly as she was filled with cock. Her desperately needy moans filled the air as Vi threw her head back and fucked her harshly. “Oooh… oooh… oo! OOOH!” Jinx squealed, pushed past the peak of pleasure while her little girlcock spurted clear cum all over herself. It was barely enough cum to fill a teaspoon, and empty of any sperm at all. “God, yes! Give it to me big sis, I’ve needed this for two years, fuck me!” she whined, hanging onto Vi’s neck with both hands, taking full advantage of her ability as a herm to experience multiple and sustained orgasms. Clear girljuice squirted from her filled-up pussy, splashing onto Vi’s cock and balls.
 
“You’ll lick my nuts clean when we’re finished here,” Vi growled. “And the couch too. I’m not joking.”
 
Jinx just answered with a scream of pleasure as another orgasm washed over her, her legs weakening and toes curling around her sister’s back. With her mouth hanging open, she shot her second, even smaller load on her own face and onto her tongue. “Fuck me! Make me your dirty, filthy little cumrag,” Jinx moaned, rewarded by Vi forcing a deep tongue-lashing kiss onto her. “Yesssssss [font="Segoe]♥[/font]”
 
“I’m cumming,” Vi warned, panting, her huge, pendulous nuts slapping against Jinx’s asshole, which was soaking wet from her female orgasm. Slap slap slap slap slap! Her balls were bigger than her fists and the shape of pears, hanging down with their own weight, filled to the brim with cum. She, herself, had been ruinously pent-up thanks to her unsatisfying relationship with Caitlyn.
 
“I’m cumming too,” Jinx moaned, her voice high-pitched, and tears of pleasure in her eyes. “Fill me with your big hot sticky load, I want to feel it sperming up my insides,” she wailed. “I swear if you don’t cover every single fucking one of my eggs with your big fat fucking load I’m gonna mmf—” she rambled, until Vi silenced her with her tongue. The women in unison opened their lips and let their tongues dance together in the air, pink and slimy, wrapped around each other and dancing in circles as Vi pounded her little sister into a crater, the couch-springs crying out from the abuse.
 
Vi’s last few thrusts were brutal. Slap! Went those huge balls. Slap! Jinx felt the air rush from her lugs. Slap! Vi felt the tickle in her cock as acutely as she ever had. It felt like her entire cock was going to explode from the sensation of a thousand vibrators taped to it. Slap! Jinx’s legs finally went limp, spread in a perfect 180-degree arc, Victoria’s thrusts finally forcing them flat out.
 
“Nnnnnghghhhfuckinggodyesgiveittome” Jinx moaned into her mouth with the last of her breath. Vi’s cock, true to its sensation, did burst—but in a less dramatic way than she felt. Hot cum exploded from the tip in a long, fucking long rope that lasted three, four, five seconds. It was more like pissing cum than a normal orgasm. Victoria’s throat rippled with a groan that matched it in length. Her huge cock pissed that huge first shot into Jinx’s pussy, filling it halfway almost instantly. The second shot was almost as long, filling it nearly full, and the third lasted for two seconds, until thick glop poured out of Jinx’s cunt.
 
“Yessssssss-ss-ss-ss,” Jinx cried, legs too weak to wrap around Victoria again. Her breath was hitching; she was crying again, sobbing, but this time in joy. Not in two years had she been filled up like this.
 
“Not done yet,” Vi growled, grabbing Jinx’s neck and slamming into her with renewed vigour, beginning to fuck her again before her orgasm had even finished. A normal man’s full production was a tenth of what only Vi’s first cumshot was as her balls gurgled and sloshed with spunk. Jinx would have screamed in pain when Victoria’s cock pushed past her cervix and into her womb if she weren’t being choked at the time. But for Jinx, it was the single most exciting thing she could think of in her entire life. Being so dominated was exactly what she wanted, and as darkness filled the corners of her vision while Vi choked the life out of her, it was almost as if her pupils turned into little hearts.
 
Cum flooded Jinx’s womb, splashing every possible corner and fold of the delicate pink organ. It gushed up her tubes and soaked her eggs, making her eyes roll back with pleasure. Jinx was completely infertile and would never bear children, so her sister was free to fuck her as hard and as often as possible, and Jinx was only too happy to comply. Vi’s orgasm had lasted thirty seconds, and it was still going strong. Vi held her down, fucking her into the couch like a pent-up stallion.
 
It ended only when Jinx was fuller than full, her stomach bulging out like a balloon. Not only that, but Vi hadn’t managed to put even half of her orgasm inside her little sister. The greater half of it had gushed out in thick ropey strings, splattering Vi’s nuts, her inner thighs, the couch, and the carpet. There was more than a gallon of it, and Jinx just didn’t have the space inside her to hold it all. The stink of hot cockslop filled their nostrils as Vi kept cumming, kept pumping the biggest load of her life into her sister, which was at last slowing as her orgasm entered its third minute, semen beginning to merely bubble from Jinx’s well-worked pussy instead of spraying wildly. “I… I… I…” Jinx panted, barely able to breathe let alone construct a cohesive thought. “I… I… I…”
 
“I love you too,” Victoria said, kissing the bruises on Jinx’s neck. Her orgasm was over, and she pulled free with a wet and disgusting schrllrlrlllllllppp. Her cock was filthy, soaked from base to tip in the thickest cocksludge either of them had ever seen. 
 
“I can barely move,” Jinx whispered with what was left of her voice. “So you’re going to have to bring that over here… If you want me to clean it off like you ordered, big sis, hee hee hee…”
 
The apartment was filled with the sounds of wet slurping, licking, giggles and moans from Jinx as she filled her mouth with the steaming fucktar her sister had just pumped mercilessly into her guts, one lick at a time, peeling off the slime with her tongue like wet paint and a paint remover.
 
The women fell asleep in each other’s embrace, Vi’s cock satisfied at last, Jinx’s pussy totally pounded and stuffed, and a few strings of her own weak cum on her forehead and nose while her entire mouth and jaw were soaked beyond belief by her sister’s cream. They snoozed, barely moving a muscle until there was a knock on the door in the morning. 
 



