Chapter 2 - Ezreal meets a Stoneweaver (Taliyah)

Ezreal and Neeko need a guide to lead them to a temple that holds the fabled ‘Tear of the Goddess’. Ezreal has no idea what it does, but knows it should belong in a museum, not a temple. 


Tags: Transformation [M to Futa] [Male to Female (Taliyah)] [Human to Vastayan], [Gloryhole], [Consensual] [Darkness], [Slow Transformation][Lesbian][Threesome][Futa/F/F], [Mild Humiliation] [Comfort] [Safe Anal] [Cum Sharing] [Happy ending] 


***


Ezreal sighed, the coolness of the Shuriman desert rushing over his skin, the pale moon above a crescent shape, the only source of light across the great dunes. They’d been walking for some time, but were only an hour away from the closest town.


He’d need a guide to take them through the Shuriman desert, the supposed ‘Tear or the Goddess’ was somewhere south of where both Neeko and Ezreal currently were. How far south, and were exactly, were two problems he’d hope a guide could solve. Whether or not anyone knew it’s location was up for debate.


Hopefully, someone knew where it was. Any traps/curses would, supposedly, keep most people from trying to get it in, so the ‘Tear’ should still be there, as far as he knew. With the temple being so close to Icathia, that there was a big chance voidlings could be crawling about the place. Maybe he’d just need to ask around if anyone’s seen a voidling infested building off in the distance?


He sighed again, and held a hand to his face. He wasn’t the greatest at planning, which was proven by him eating hair gel when he’d forgotten to bring rations. That was a big whoopsie, but he lived, so there was that. At least his accidents always came with benefits, his eyes strayed over to the chameleon girl to his right, humming a merry tune as she stepped through the sands without a care.


His thoughts took him back to the jungle, the image of Zyra crying and screaming and begging for him to stop flashing through his mind. An icy chill ran through him.


“Hey, Neeko.” Ezreal called out to the chameleon girl, she turned over to him, raising an eyebrow.


“Hm?”


“Am I a bad person?”


“No?” Her eyebrow rose higher at the question, “Why ask?”


“I had my way with Zyra!” Ezreal threw his hands up into the air,  “I remember her telling me to stop and-”


Neeko took one of his hands and bopped him on the nose, “Silly Ezreal, she was very happy that you didn’t. Besides, she didn’t listen when we asked her to stop.”


“I guess,” Ezreal bit his lip and sighed, “I just feel bad.”


Neeko smiled, leaning up to give a kiss on his cheek, “Do not be a sad banana. Ezreal is a good person. Neeko knows.”


“Thanks, Neeko.” He smiled back.


They walked in relative silence afterwards, the warm flames that kept the town nearby lit were close by. The town itself was surrounded by a two metre high wall, and no doubt a gate to enter through. Ezreal wasn’t exactly surprised to see such a high wall, anything from critters to shuriman monsters would try their luck at livestock, or just the inhabitants' lives, for food.


“If it bothers you that much…” Neeko started, her tail slithering around his waist. Ezreal made a confused hum, before Neeko’s deft, green fingers snuck under his shirt and cupped his toned pecs.


“Eep!”


In a shimmer of golden light, Ezreal’s form was changed against his will, her loose clothes became tight fitting as her breasts and ass swelled to the point where the fabric strained.  Ezreal’s lips fattened and puckered like a permanent kiss, and her hair slowly grew until it framed her face and fell halfway down her back. Ezreal focused again, keeping her form from changing any further, not wanting to tower over the Oovi-kat. Neeko gave a small giggle at this, licking her thin lips.


“Oooh! Learning how to keep it in control?” Neeko teased, rolling her hands over Ezreal’s fat breasts, teasing her nipples by rolling her finger tips over them gently. Ezreal gave a slight chuckle, her own hands coming to rest on Neeko’s shoulders. The chameleon let her arms drop down, taking the hem of the blonde’s shirt and lifting it. The hem itself caught under her large, pale breasts, lifting them slowly. Ezreal whined, biting her lips and staring into the amber eyes of her mate.


“Neeko…” Ezreal sucked in a gasp, her shirt’s hem caught on her already hard nipples, lifting them up a tad higher, and flopped down with a light slap. Neeko’s expression was hungry and leering, already reaching out to gently roll one doughy breast, and giving the other a gentle peck against the hard, pink nipple.


“We shouldn’t do this in the open.” Ezreal tried, her eyes closing as a mild warmth spread through her, radiating down to her hardening cock, trapped under her pants and pressed into Neeko’s thigh.


Neeko bit into Ezreal’s sensitive breast, causing the blonde to squeak from the sudden, sharp pain, giving Neeko a hurt look as the chameleon pulled away.


“Make this go away, and turn back into Vastayashai-rei properly.” Neeko huffed, lightly slapping Ezreal’s semi-erect penis from under her pants. Ezreal complied with her own groan, transforming into a proper female, she grew an extra foot, and a golden tail sprouted from her back, waving in the air back and forth. As if it had a mind of its own, Ezreal’s hair moved to accommodate the sprouting horns that curled backward, just above her ears, before pointing up to the sky, like a crown.


“So sexy,” Neeko grinned, taking both of Ezreal’s pale breasts in each hand from underneath, her titflesh had rolled over her hands, swallowing them up. The chameleon began bouncing them in tandem. Ezreal rolled her eyes at the childish display, but winced as Neeko slapped one breast, the other shaking from the impact. Then winced again when the other was slapped. Neeko growled, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh, drawing a pained yelp from the blonde, “hands on the back of your head. Now.”


Ezreal’s heartbeat quickened, the small pink dusting on her cheeks grew a deeper shade. She couldn’t deny Neeko, her lust and emotions were running high at Neeko’s demands and domineering nature. Her hands, slowly developing scale after scale on her wrists, growing toward her fingers, rose to the back of her head, having the unintended (or intended, from Neeko’s perspective) result of her chest pushing out.


“Good girl.” Neeko hummed, releasing her breasts, now sporting red hand prints on either breast. Ezreal stood still, wincing at how the chilly air contrasted the mild pain on her breasts, and the saliva on her nipple became colder, encouraging it to be pointed and harder than the other. 


The town was only a twenty minute walk away, if anyone looked over the walls and squinted, they could probably see her. Ezreal didn’t know why the thought turned her on more. 


Hands trailed down her tail gently, careful not to snag any of her scales. Ezreal bit her lip, closing her eyes as those delicate hands followed the ridges of her golden tail. 


Thick lips pressed against the small of Ezreal’s neck, inciting a small shudder and a confused mutter from the blonde. Neeko wasn’t that tall, nor were the large, pillowy breasts that pressed against her back.


“It felt so good.”


Ezreal’s eyes flew open upon hearing Zyra’s voice. Green, plant-life hands climbed Ezreal’s stomach, rolling over her breasts and resting on them. Ezreal could see Zyra’s face rest on her shoulder, those changed, thick lips pressed into her neck.


“I loved every second of your cock beating my womb.” Zyra husked, one of her hands took Ezreal’s hard, wet nipple, giving it a light pinch. Ezreal groaned, watching the other hand with hooded eyes slide down her stomach, sinking between her pants and the soft fuzz of her crotch.


“I tried to seed your mate, but you stopped me,” Zyra continued, giving a husky chuckle into Ezreal’s draconic ear, “you stopped me real good.”


Zyra’s hand curled further, her fingers slipping between the explorer’s wet lips. Ezreal shuddered, trying her best to watch for any unwanted eyes, as Neeko, the shameless woman, had her way with the blonde.


“Neeko I—”


“Zyra,” Neeko whispered, her finger curling into Ezreal’s soaked entrance, only rubbing the first digit of that naugthy finger along the delicate nerves within, drawing out an elongated moan from the blonde, “It’s Zyra now. Ezreal, and I’m going to seed you.”


Ezreal shivered, coming to understand what Neeko was playing at. The blonde leaned back into Neeko’s, or rather, Zyra’s embrace, her breath heavy with lust as her body burned hotter and hotter.


“I loved every second of it, you know,” Zyra continued, a second finger joining the first in Ezreal’s entrance. She shivered as she was stretched, still quite unused to the feeling. Zyra leaned in, suckling on Ezreal’s neck, sharp teeth dug into her soft flesh, threatening the jugular beneath. Ezreal cried out, her hands falling down to grab Zyra’s red hair, the other falling down to rest on the hand invading her pants, rolling her hips into the invading fingers. Zyra released her neck with a pop, trailing a long tongue up to Ezreal’s ear. The blonde looked to the side, only able to see Zyra’s green shoulder, “When you took my mouth and made my lips bigger? I came so hard.”


Ezreal tried to argue that it was wrong she changed Zyra’s body, even to such a minor extent. All that came out was a strangled moan as those fingers travelled deeper, sinking until the knuckle pressed against her soft, pink flesh. Ezreal panted heavily, slow droplets of sweat riveting down her bare chest, her eye flickered as Zyra’s tongue invaded her draconic ear. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would, and the tip had barely made its way inside, instead all Ezreal felt was this alien pleasure sinking into her brain from that deviant tongue.


“Did you know how many seeds Neeko had planted on her way here?” Zyra giggled, her fingers pumping into Ezreal’s slick entrance at a steady pace, her other hand rising up to insert a finger into the blonde’s open mouth. The blonde mindlessly hummed and shook her head, eyes closing as her thick lips suckled on the intruding finger. 


“Four,” Zyra husked, “She laid four of my children inside the Earth.”


Anger flared through Ezreal for just a moment, before washing away when his lust-addled brain recalled that this was Neeko speaking. The chameleon probably enjoyed laying those things, deriving some strange pleasure from sharing children with another woman, without any male organs involved.


“Did you—” Ezreal paused, considering the roleplay Neeko wanted to partake in, and sighed out a chuckle, “Did Neeko enjoy doing that?” Ezreal murmured around Zyra’s finger, lapping and sucking away at it still, eyes rolling as those naughty fingers inside her were laser focused on her g-spot. The blonde found it difficult to stay standing, shivering and shaking from the pleasure and the chill in the air.


“She didn’t mind,” Zyra said, deepening her strokes, setting her palm into Ezreal’s clit, which was really just a shrunk version of his penis. It had the same effect though, pleasure crashed into the blode like a truck, held up only by Neeko’s brute strength, “In fact, Neeko thought the tentacles were quite cute. She let them sink into the sand.”


Ezreal’s breathing grew laboured, pleasure burning his body hotter and hotter. Picturing what Neeko would have had to have done to get them out of her body. But the curiosity was burning him up, and instead of imagining, he asked.


“How’d they leave her body?”


Zyra laughed, “She had to squat down, the heat and aphrodisiacs inside her swarming her brain with pleasure. The seeds themselves started as small balls, no bigger than her fist, but they soon sprouted within her, and their gentle tentacles messed her insides up.”


The fingers inside her juicy cunt sped up, Zyra returned to Ezreal’s neck, biting and sucking on the already red skin. Ezreal cried out, thinking of what that would have felt like. Having her ass stretched out wasn’t something she was against, even being reamed out by wriggling tentacle creatures sounded fun.


Zyra released the blonde’s neck, and continued, “Mmm, Neeko couldn’t resist fingering herself as my children played with her insides, poking through her walls, trying to find the exit, and they stretched her ass out,” Zyra’s thick lips pressed into Ezreal’s cheek, and whispered, “The first one was the hardest, those delightful tentacles came out first, all three writhing about to grab her ass and fondle her soft flesh.”


Ezreal squirmed in Zyra’s grasp, the plant lady’s hips began lightly clapping against Ezreal’s ass, somehow adding to the pleasure Ezreal was feeling. Maybe it was because Ezreal was so wet, and just wanted something large and pulsing inside either her holes. Or both.


“It fell out onto the floor first, and the second one followed straight out, her ass already stretched and ruined,” Zyra slapped her hips against Ezreal ass some more, trying to time it with her invading fingers, Ezreal moaning aloud, uncaring if a stranger appeared to see them.


“The third and forth were the biggest though,” Zyra continued, sighing into Ezreal’s ear, “they had so many more tentacle’s too, and the third took it’s sweet time to get out. It exited halfway out of Neeko’s ruined anus, but fell back in, making the Oovi-kat fall forward, her face rubbing into the cool sand as her fingers gripped her breast, and the other fucked her juicy cunt.”


Ezreal shivered violently at the thought, and the use of Neeko’s foul language. The chameleon didn’t swear often, but when she did, it always sounded so hot. 


“Both the third and forth fell out at the same time, leaving Neeko open and gaping, ass in the air and waiting to get fucked. If you were near, she would’ve begged for your cock in her ass.” Zyra teased, knowing full well Ezreal was always yearning to sink his cock in someone. The blonde shivered and whined, looking over her shoulder finding Zyra’s eyes cruel and knowing.


“But you weren’t there, so she fucked herself as she watched my children  grow. She watched as they sank further and further. They all showed Neeko a lovely flower, and she came. She came because she knew that I, Zyra, wanted to show my appreciation for Ezreal’s amazing, brain-snapping fucking.” Zyra hissed out the last part, her thrusting fingers were joined by a third, all of which were pistoning in and out faster and faster. Ezreal cried out, quivering in Zyra’s grasp, staring into the moonlit sky and letting her orgasm wash over her like a wave.


“Zyra wants to show Ezreal how good her children feel, when Ezreal comes back.”


Ezreal gave a light laugh as Neeko’s finger left her mouth, and watched as Neeko’s hand, not Zyra’s, exited her slightly wet pants. Her nerves itched as she moved in her clothes, the unwelcome fabric teasing her far more than before.


Ezreal had found that, even after cumming as a girl, her cock needed to orgasm too, and that feeling wouldn’t go away until it was physically handled. Still, Neeko was reluctant to do anything involving her appendage, even when it was small. There was a combination of factors for it, but it mostly boiled down to her only being attracted to girls, and concern for the life growing inside her.


Ezreal felt her cheeks light up at the thought.


“Come, Ezreal, we are nearly there.” Neeko smiled, idly licking both her hands, licking up the remnants of Ezreal’s cum and saliva. 


Ezreal nodded, wishing she could fuck the girl into submission like she had done to Zyra, but resisted the violent urge. Instead, they both continued their trek to the small town.


***


Ezreal sighed, feeling uncomfortable in her female, vastayan form. Neeko didn’t understand it entirely, citing that ‘the real form is easiest to keep’, but she was speaking as a person who wasn’t forcibly transformed. As far as Ezreal was concerned, her ‘real form’ was his male one, not the female, dragon vastaya form.


The town itself was quaint and quiet, given that it was night. The only place that had a hint of activity was the local tavern, a guitar playing from inside, and the voices of men and women from the inside. Ezreal bumped Neeko’s shoulder, knocking the girl while she was yawning.


“We'll stay there for the night.” Ezreal gestured to the building, already making her way over.


Neeko nodded, yawning into her hand, “Okay.”


The wooden doors opened with a tiny creak, none of the other patrons paid them any heed, too busy in their drinks or their own conversations. Most of them seemed like they were from piltover, which explained why the technology in this town was more advanced than the other villages the explorer had visited in the past.


Ezreal quickly made her way to the tavern keeper, waving a hand nervously in the air.


‘Just act natural. First time talking to a human in this form. You’ll be fine!’ 


“Uh, hello.”


“Greetings,” The tavern keeper responded, giving the blonde a look over, then yawned, “What’cha need?


“We, the two of us, need somewhere to stay for the night?” Ezreal tried, surprised that the person in front of him was acting so casual in front of an honest to goodness Vastayan.


“You got money?” The guy gruffly asked, pointing a thumb over his shoulder, straight at a price board.


Ezreal nodded, reading the board in a flash before passing over what he needed.


“Good,” he reached under the counter, pulling out a key, “One bedroom. You leave tomorrow morning. Don’t care when, just make it before lunch.”


Ezreal blinked and nodded stupidly, and Neeko just smiled sleepily, needing to have her handhold as they passed into a hallway finding their door.


Neeko fell asleep nearly immediately on one of the two beds, mumbling in her sleep about cheese bread. Ezreal smiled, running his hands through the Oovi-kat’s hair. She was more tired than she’d care to admit, which was why he didn’t ask. Zyra had really done a number on her, earlier today. He didn’t feel too bad about doing what he’d done to Zyra, especially since it came with more positive results than anything.


Neeko wasn’t bothered by it, which is what confused him more. Had she done something like that in the past? Her abilities in bed spoke of many trysts between women in the past, so it was likely, especially with her sadistic nature.


Was this really going to be his life from now on, going around Valoran laying with people?


She stepped out of the room, not feeling particularly tired himself, and wanted to find someone who travelled this area. The sooner she found a guide to the ‘Tear’ the better.


“Hey, again.” Ezreal tried, smiling at the tavern keeper. She received a grunt in return, the man cleaning out a glass mug with a white cloth.


“Do you know anyone who travels around here? Maybe closer to Icathia?”


The tavern keeper laughed, which was what Ezreal had been expecting. Icathia was a death sentence for anyone who got too close to it. Ezreal didn’t break her smile, waiting for the bald man to finish.


“You serious?” The tavern keeper finished, eying the woman strangely. Ezreal nodded, waiting for anything useful for the man to give, “Wouldn’t wanna know why a pretty Vastaya would want to go down there.”


Ezreal’s cheeks lit up on being called ‘pretty’. Nobody had called her ‘pretty’ as a guy, and it was embarrassing every time someone had called her that.


“Do you know anyone, then?” Ezreal pushed.


“Over there. They’ve been down those parts.”


Ezreal followed the man’s gesture, eyes locking onto a woman who was already staring at her with wide, flustered eyes, which immediately looked away. She looked like she was in her early twenties, with brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin and the biggest, bushiest eyebrows Ezreal had ever seen on a woman. 


‘Definitely Shuriman.’


Ezreal thanked the tavern keeper, who said nothing in return, and made his way over to the woman, who dove back into her drink, pretending like she wasn’t staring at the buxom blonde. Ezreal smiled, somewhat entertained that more women were eying her up, but wasn’t going to ask the shuriman girl back to her room.


“Hey there,” Ezreal greeted, standing on the other side of the woman, who put her drink down quietly, looking up to Ezreal’s horns, then back down to her cerulean eyes.


Then back up to her horns.


“Um?” Ezreal tried, before the girl flushed brightly, opening and closing her mouth rapidly.


“Hi! Hello. Yes?” The woman tried, then dropping her hands onto her lap, followed by her dropping head. Ezreal giggled, shaking her head and taking a seat next to the woman, who’s breath picked up from Ezreal’s closer proximity. 


“I’m Ezreal, you?” 


“Taliyah.”


“Well,” Ezreal leaned forward, letting her large breasts press into the table, the Shuriman woman’s eyes flicked down for a fraction of a second, before locking back on to Ezreal’s. The blonde grinned, already knowing that the Shuriman had a thing for women, “it’s nice to meet you.”


Taliyah nodded, not really able to respond with a coherent sentence, looking back to her drink with a nervous smile. She played with a strand of her short, brown hair, her eyes watched Ezreal from the corner.


‘She probably thinks I’m here to flirt with her.’ Ezreal thought sadly. If that was the case, it was better to get to the point, instead of leading the poor thing on.


“I’ll be straight with you, Taliyah,” Ezreal started, prompting the shuriman to look back with a curious expression, “Do you know anyone that can take us to a temple? One that holds the Tear of the Goddess?”


And like that, the nervous/flustered expression was dropped and replaced with one of suspicion and concern.


“Why?” She responded flatly, dropping her drink and crossing her arms.


“I’m travelling with a friend, but I’m an explorer, and think that an artifact like that should belong in a—”


“You sound Piltovan,” Taliyah scoffed, taking a drink from her non-alcoholic smelling drink, “But you’re a Vastaya. Why’s that?”


Ezreal’s left eye twitched, “You have a problem with Piltovans?”


“Yes,” Taliyah deadpanned, as if that solved everything, “You’re all liars and cheats.”


Ezreal gave a big sigh and shrugged, “Alright. I’ll leave you be.”


Taliyah didn’t bother speaking up, going back to her apple juice.


Ezreal rolled her eyes, ready to find anyone else who wasn’t a racist. It was tough enough being an explorer, but when the rest of the world assumed anyone from Piltover was greedy, self-centred or just a plain old asshole, it was incredibly hard to salvage pieces of the past for legitimate purposes. 


Cultural artifacts shouldn’t waste away in forgotten places of worship, they should be studied and kept in the vaults of museums. 


Her bladder called out to her, breaking her thoughts.


She turned a different hallway, heading down to the male sign on the door. She turned around, waiting for anyone to suddenly come around.


When nobody came, her body shimmered a gold, and reverted back to his male form, not wanting to invade a girls bathroom, but couldn’t enter the male one looking like he had, and didn’t need anyone seeing him transform.


Ezreal heard a soft gasp, and shot around wildly, looking for anyone who had possibly seen him. When nobody was there, he had drawn it up to his imagination, moving past the door.


He failed to see the wide, flustered eyes of Taliyah.


***


Ezreal hummed as he finished relieving himself. Letting the lid shut with a loud bang. He really didn’t want to do anything like that in his female form, more content to do this in his male one. In reality, he’d prefer to stay as a male, but knew Neeko wouldn’t really like that. So he let the illusion drop when he was with her, but remained a guy in his own time.


On the other side of the cubicle, there were two, light knocks. Ezreal looked over to the wall, eyes widening to a small hole, and a dainty, brown hand peaked through, giving a sideways thumb pointing to some graffiti.


‘Tilt thumb up for a good time, tilt thumb down for no.’


Ezreal gulped. His cock did feel needy, Neeko’s earlier playfulness satisfied the female part of him, but not the male part. His cock hardened, and he nodded to himself. Uncaring of which gender was on the other side. He was easy like that.


Ezreal dropped his male form, letting the huge cock size of the female form be the one she’d enjoy. She took the thumb between her fingers, and pointed it up. The hand retreated, and was replaced by smiling, peanut brown lips. Ezreal grinned, stepping over to those lips and pressing his semi-erect cock against those warm lips, the tip smeared a slight amount of precum. The person on the other side made a pleased hum, curling their lips to a kiss. Ezreal sighed, trying to downplay her feminine voice by growling slightly.


Her cock hardened further and further, trying to push through those denying lips, which insisted on remaining closed. Ezreal growled again, pushing her cock so hard that it pushed the person’s lips back, his cock sinking through until her entire length started to slip through..


The person happily sighed after half of her throbbing organ steadily passed through the gloryhole. Ezreal grinned, wandering how they’d react after her hips were pressed against the cool stone. The person giggled as eight inches were through, wrapping their dainty fingers around the throbbing length, starting to jerk it slowly. The giggle stopped as ten inches were fully through, the wrist thick throbbing cock had pressed into their lips. Ezreal closed her eyes relishing in the warmth spread onto the tip of her cock. 


The last two inches fell through, slapping lightly on top of the stranger’s tongue, a shocked gasp had Ezreal shuddering, the person’s tongue already getting to work around her cock. Those dainty hands got to work, pumping her throbbing cock, rolling that devilish tongue between Ezreal’s foreskin, leaving the blonde in a shuddering mess.


Ezreal brought her hands up to bite a finger, her moans stifled as the stranger pleasured her cock far better than Neeko or Zyra had. Neeko was apprehensive to do it, only giving it gentle strokes and the occasional kiss, and Zyra was forced to suck her cock like her mouth was just another pussy. Ezreal hadn’t received a proper blowjob willingly, until now.


The stranger’s tongue began lapping up Ezreal’s dripping slit, their hands pumped faster and faster. Ezreal’s hand sunk into her breast, rolling the sensitive flesh as her moans started to break through her finger. She pressed her forehead into the wall, her horns, scales and tail starting to reveal themselves as the pleasure became harder to stifle.


The stranger’s mouth deepened their strokes, only falling down for about four inches before gagging and pulling away. They let saliva drip down, catching in their hands for adde lubricant. Ezreal shuddered, and started to lightly thrust her hips back and forth. The person’s efforts paused, letting the blonde thrust into their mouth and hands. 


Ezreal grinned stupidly, content with even this much. It was nice not having to force a woman down on his cock, or choke them out in a lust and anger filled haze, and just be allowed to relish in the feeling of mutual desire. She wanted her cock sucked, the person on the other side wanted a cock to suck, what other factors need she consider?


The person on the other side gasped a moan around that thick cock, and Ezreal guessed the person on the other side was actually a guy, based on how over-the-top feminine it sounded. Ezreal was familiar with the sounds, considering she’d done something like this in the past, before the transformation. Taking to random Piltovan clubs, dressed in feminine clothes and waiting for that first, meaty cock to swing through the gloryhole.


Slurping sounds filled the bathroom, and Ezreal’s couldn’t hold back her shuddering sighs, probably freaking out the guy on the other side with how feminine someone could sound with a thick, foot long cock.


Ezreal’s hands dropped down to her tail, rolling around it to grip her fat ass, rolling it around as she increased her thrusts, still only to get four inches into their mouth. But where he lacked in throating skills, he made up for it by pumping his hands faster and faster, sucking harder until it felt like her cockhead was trapped behind those lips.


“You’re doing a really good job over there,” Ezreal said, knowing she liked it when people used to talk to her, “You certainly know what you’re doing. How many have you taken into your cute mouth before this one?”


The guy on the other side groaned audibly, picking up his pace and trying to go in deeper. The effort was appreciated, but Ezreal didn’t like the retching gags that followed, “Don’t hurt yourself, just enjoy it.”


They obeyed, slathering their tongue on her bulbous head, their hands still working her pumping shaft dutifully. Ezreal grinned, her claws dug into her ass, and the scales on her arms grew to her shoulders, wings propping out from under her shirt, lifting it up. Her long, forked tongue peeked out from her lips, slithering out past her chin as pleasure started overcoming her thoughts. 


“Good cocksucker,” Ezreal grinned, pressing her body against the wall and leaving the stranger to go to town on it himself. They kept jerking her cock at high speeds, her tongue pushing into her cumslit. Ezreal shivered, feeling her impending orgasm on it’s way, and relished in the begging whispers from the other side, the distinctly male voice tried too hard to sound like a girl, and it was really working for the blonde.


Ezreal’s hands trailed up her taut stomach, shivering as her sharp claws left white trails up to her breasts. She took each of her nipples into her fingers and rolled them around, biting her lip and closing her eyes, imagining what the person on the other side looked like. She was hoping for a shy, Shuriman tomgirl, someone who was nervous about admitting who they were to others.


Ezreal wanted to take such a person into her arms, and comfort them. To let them suck her cock like it was an oral fixation. The cocksucker pulled away from the oversized cock with heavy pants, trailing their tongue back and forth along the veins of her cock. Ezreal shivered, more loving the smooth, dainty lips that travelled back and forth along, hugging her cock as her tongue tried its best.


The blonde dragon’s tail slithered around, plated ridges grew along it like sharp daggers of gold. Being given such dutiful worship was nothing short of blissful, finding it so much better to be in control than being controlled. Scales began to grow on her cheeks, flowing down like golden tears that followed past her jaw and neck. The Shuriman’s worshipping mouth wrapped around her needy, cold cockhead in a needy gulp, doing his best draw out the dragon’s cum.


And Ezreal was all too happy to comply, picturing the tomgirl on the other side.


“Take it!” Ezreal groaned, her cock pulsed powerfully as the first, viscous rope of cum landed on his  tongue first, before several other ropes blasted out, where Ezreal assumed would be all over his face. 


Soon her cock was released from his hands, low groans and huffs were all Ezreal could hear. She pulled away from the wall, satisfied with the saliva that coated her cock. She looked back down to the hole, the person behind hadn't moved as of yet. A sly idea came to Ezreal’s mind, one she hadn’t done since a year ago.


She got to her knees, cooing as her cock softened against her thick thighs, and slowly put a hand through the glory hole, eliciting a gasp from the other side. Ezreal grinned, and pointed his thumb to the side.


There was a shared silence for a moment, and Ezreal was sure they were thinking about it, perhaps even nervous about pushing their, assuredly, smaller cock, which was a bit of a proud assumption on Ezreal’s part, but not even she had encountered anything past eight inches.


Ezreal supressed a giggle as her thumb was shyly pushed upwards, and Ezreal hummed, her thick, pink lips hung between the hole. A cock pressed against her lips, no thicker than the size of her two of her fingers pressed together. She opened her mouth with a hot breath, and took in the small, cute thing with ease. Ezreal didn’t judge sizes in any negative light, but had actually found it more fun the smaller a cock was when blowing it. 


The guy on the other side was clearly overwhelmed by her sudden devouring of his cock. He gave shocked, sharp intake of breath, his hips ‘thunking’ against the wall cutely, and Ezreal hummed as all five inches entered her mouth easily. She smirked around the small size, sucking lightly and pushing her head back and forth in slow, minor movements. Her hands rested against the wall, and she pushed herself further forward. The guy gasped, and his cock pulsed in her mouth, already close to cumming.


Ezreal released the tiny cock, pulling away and putting a finger and thumb around the small dick. 


“Not yet, let me have my fun,” Ezreal husked, giving the cute dick a small peck, eliciting another cute moan, one that was far more masculine than before. Ezreal’s smirk deepened, approving that they no longer tried to hide their gender. It would’ve been unnecessary regardless, what with his cock on display, “If you last long enough, maybe I’ll take you to bed.”


A sharp gasp was her answer. Ezreal wasn’t sure if the guy wanted to fuck her, or get fucked by her. Either way, Ezreal was going to let him come back to her room, and probably wake up Neeko with this guy moaning and crying out as his tiny cock came in little dribbles.


Ezreal’s eyes turned to slits at the thought, and if she could see herself, she’d notice the sclera changing too. A jet black colour replaced the white in her eyes, making his shiny blue irises look brighter. Her hands grew bigger, actual talons forming, and the scales at her shoulder began to grow at her chest, but left her breasts remained bare skinned. 


Ezreal swallowed that cock up in one fell swoop, sucking down hard enough to draw in the man’s hips. A surprised squeak was let from his lips, shuddering as Ezreal’s forked tongue wrapped around the small shaft. Ezreal hummed happily, shaking her head back and forth, squeezing the pulsating cock in her mouth as all five, thin inches were stolen up by her thick tongue.


The man on the other side shuddered and groaned aloud, uncaring if there were other people in the room. Ezreal was much the same, slurping up that cock lewdly, enjoying the light tang of the small, fun sized, cock. She could tell her latest victim was doing their best to hold in their orgasm.


Ezreal didn’t really care about their ability to hold back, only wanting to humiliate them by bringing them to orgasm as quickly as possible. Ezreal’s lips puffed out, then widened to swallow his equally tiny balls, lathering them with saliva and sucked them into her hungry maw. The man cried out, his balls clenched and a single, tiny spurt splashed into Ezreal’s mouth.


Ezreal let the cum rest in her mouth, visible disappointment on her face as she let the cock slip from her mouth, the guy on the other side falling down to sit. Ezreal rolled her eyes, keeping the pathetic squirt in her mouth, she pulled her pants up and opened the door, turning the corner and opening the other stall.


‘Wasn’t even locked.’ Ezreal hummed humorously, which then turned to absolute shock. 


Taliyah was on the floor, her— his? No, their face soaked with cum and panting heavily, their tiny cock shrivelling down further, and hairless balls sunken in. Taliyah’s own expression faded to shock, and both of them looked at one of each other in mild shock.


Then Ezreal tasted the cum in her mouth, and made her decision. 


Taliyah gasped as Ezreal closed the distance, taking their hair into her clawed hands and stealing their lips, letting the pitiful amount of cum slide back into Taliyah’s mouth. Taliyah didn’t even struggle against the dominant kiss, simply letting it happen, resting their hands on Ezreal’s still clothed breasts. She rolled her short tongue back and forth along Ezreal’s invading, forked muscle, which lathered her mouth in the pitiful traces of cum that had basically been diluted by saliva. The hands at her breasts rubbed and squeezed, feeling up the blonde like she was a fun toy to be enjoyed.


Ezreal growled and took those hands into her own, separating the kiss and pulling the racist Shuriman up to their feet.


“Boy or girl?” Ezreal growled, her black and blue eyes staring deep into Taliyah’s fearful brown.


“What?” Taliyah nervously asked, trying to take their wrists back.


 “Gender. You. Tell me.” Ezreal growled again, pushing Taliyah to the wall and grinding her pants-covered throbbing cock against the bare brown skin of their thigh.


“G-girl!” Taliyah flushed, moaning as Ezreal lifted those dainty feet from the floor, taking her tan neck between her teeth, sucking and biting. Taliyah cried out, thrusting her tiny, flaccid cock into Ezreal’s stomach, digging her fingers into Ezreal’s scaly shoulders.


Ezreal gave her neck one last bite, pulling away with a satisfied grin at the large, purple mark she’d left.


“That was for implying I was a greedy asshole,” Ezreal snarled, thrusting into the tan girl again, earning a shivering moan, which was quickly muffled by a gentle, chaste kiss, the Shuriman girl was gently placed onto the floor, Ezreal’s hands rising up to gently cusp the girls cheeks, still wet thick cum. She released Taliyah with a satisfied sigh, looking down at the shuriman with a hungry look, “and that was for being a good cocksucker.”


Taliyah's eyes widened, her freckled face alight in embarrassment. 


“I… Your eyes and face are so—” She tried to find the words but gave up, her eyes glued to the outline of Ezreal’s bulging dick.


“Hm?” Ezreal turned, looking to the mirror parallel to the stalls. Her breath faltered for a moment, taking in her newer features. She looked down to her hands, more claw-like than before, with her talons extending out farther than before. She found her eyes in the mirror again, disbelief and wonder seeping through her voice, “The transformation wasn’t complete?”


“What do you mean?”


Ezreal turned back to the girl, unable to take her confused face seriously when it was plastered with cum. Her cock throbbed, reminding the blonde of her needs. Ezreal grinned, holding out a hand and gesturing her head toward the exit.


“Didn’t I offer to take you to bed?”


Ezreal let out an aroused chuckle, watching Taliyah’s face brighten further, her eyes were still on the twitching bulge in Ezreal’s pants, biting her lip in thought. She looked back up, shame riding on those cheeks, “I didn’t last very long.” 


“You didn’t, did you?” Ezreal hummed thoughtfully, and pressed a hand on the wall, her forearm resting an inch away from Taliyah’s face. Ezreal leaned down her other hand gently dropping the waistband, letting her cock spring out and slap against Taliyah’s, flaccid tiny penis. The Shuriman gasped out a moan, seeing the cock she worshipped just a few minutes ago slide between her tan thighs, pushing her useless penis and balls to the side. Ezreal’s hand rested on her backside, earning her a quiet moan and shiver, her head resting against Ezreal’s scaled arm, as her tight ass was felt up.


“Which is why all of this,” For emphasis, Ezreal thrust forward, smothering Taliyah’s flat chest with her clothed breasts, her cock rising up between her thighs and rested between her ass as their crotches and thighs met with a wet slap. Taliyah was breathing heavily, gasps coming out as pleasured sighs and moans, all falling into Ezreal’s neck. Her dainty, tan hands pressed against Ezreal’s taut stomach, unsure of where to move. Ezreal grinned, looking down at her latest victim, “Will be going in that nice. Tight. Hole.”


Taliyah nodded drunkenly, her eyes hooded and her mouth slightly agape. 



***


They’d washed the cum from Taliyah’s face, and Ezreal had forced his transformation to recede, but found it difficult whenever Taliyah would give her a side eyed glance, her lip taken by her teeth, and her hands playing the hem of her shirt.


Ezreal opened the door to her room, gesturing Taliyah to enter. The Shuriman girl stepped inside, and froze, staring at the chameleon girl resting on her own bed. She jumped as Ezreal closed the door, the room covered in total darkness, and whimpered as she heard clothes be discarded to the floor.


“Your girlfriend is—” Taliyah gasped aloud, Ezreal had dropped her pants and panties in one swift motion. Her nervous response was interrupted as two clawed hands took her shoulders. Her shock transitioned quickly to quiet groans as Ezreal’s hard, throbbing cock rested between her tan thighs, idly swinging back and forth against her flaccid member and small balls.


“She’ll love seeing you face down, ass up,” Ezreal prooned, her hands rolling down Taliyah’s shoulders, resting on the girls hips and used them as leverage, practically fucking herself against Taliyah’s thighs. The Shuriman stifled a moan with her hands, but couldn’t stop the obnoxious clapping of Ezreal thrusting against her ass. Taliyah could feel the Vastaya woman lean down, humming her pleasure against her ear, “I know you will.”


Taliyah groaned out again, dropping her hands to let her muffled whimpers sound out against her tight lips. She took Ezreal’s thrusting member in her hands, adding more friction to the large member.


Ezreal huffed against her ear, groaning and shuddering against Taliyah, pressing her breasts further into her soft back. 


“I have— in my pants there's—” Taliyah moaned aloud, the thrusting cock bashing and throbbing against her own. She couldn't get hard again, she was a one and down sort of girl, and for that she was slightly thankful. Proving her own femininity by the uselessness of her more masculine features.


“There’s what?” Ezreal husked lightly, teasing the girl in her hands more. 


“Condoms,” Taliyah whispered, closing her eyes. Her face burned in the darkness, but she knew the Vastaya could see it well enough. She bit her lip, as that thrusting cock stopped, and she began grinding herself along it, hands following along. She relished in the pleased hum next to her. She looked over her shoulder, whispering, “it’s bad if it gets dirty.”


“I could fall for a girl like you,” Ezreal groaned, giving her marked neck a gentle kiss. Taliyah felt herself burn at the thought, her heart pounding faster and faster by the second. Less by the thought of being fallen for, and more by the thought that Ezreal kept referring to the Shuriman as a ‘girl’ aside from the physical evidence to the contrary.


Ezreal chuckled, her hands taking Taliyah’s purple shirt and lifted, Taliyah lifted her own arms, but still grinded along that thick length of fuckmeat. As soon as the shirt was tossed and forgotten, her hands were back on that shaft.


Taliyah felt the Vastaya’s tail tap at her feet, trying to pick up her dropped pants. Taliyah stepped out from them, giving Ezreal the chance to shove her onto the bed. The Shuriman girl squeaked, still unable to see in the dark, but could hear the rustling of plastic.


Then nothing.


“How naughty you are,” Ezreal teased from the darkness, “carrying extra large sleeves like these. Do you actively search for the biggest cocks you can find?”


Taliyah swallowed nervously, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as she sat up, trying to find where the Vastaya was hiding in the darkness. 


“No need to be afraid,” Her voice sounded like it had come from all sides of the room, “I’m right here.”


Taliyah could see a clawed hand reach out, palm open face up. Taliyah leaned forward, reaching her own hand out. Her tan wrist was swiftly snatched in the scaled hand, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Taliyah. The scaled hand had pinned hers to the bed, the other doing the same. From the shadows followed by the glowing blue irises of Ezreal’s eyes, meeting Taliyah face to face and forcing her against the bed. 


Ezreal gave a deep, rumbling laugh, nuzzling her nose into Taliyah’s cheek. Taliyah’s breath steadied, her face lighting back up to show her arousal, as Ezreal’s finger’s loosened and travelled from her wrists up to her fingers. Taliyah shivered as those fingers interlocked with hers. She couldn’t see it, but Taliyah looked across the room where the chameleon girl was resting.


“I want you to admit something.”


Taliyah looked up, only able to see the shadow of the Piltovan’s face, and those shining blue eyes.


“What?” Taliyah whispered, still concerned about what the Vastaya chameleon would do if she caught them.


“Admit that Piltovan cock is superior.”


A chill ran through Taliyah’s back, her eyes widening a slight margin. She felt denial on her tongue and anger in her heart. But she wasn’t angry about the Vastayan Piltovan’s demand, no.


She was angry at how her cock hardened upon hearing those words. Her own body betrayed her, and she felt hotter and more aroused as Ezreal leaned in, her hands tightening between Taliyah’s fingers. 


“I—”


Taliyah tried, but was silenced as her lips were stolen in a flash. Ezreal’s thick, plump lips eating her smaller ones in a hungry, domineering kiss. Taliyah moaned into it, eyes closing as she lost herself in that dominant passion. Her hips flicked up, the tip of her thin dick poked into Ezreal’s belly for just a moment. Ezreal gave a deep, throaty chuckle, and Taliyah felt shame pool within her. The Shuriman couldn’t tell if it was a laugh meant to mock her, or to encourage her. Either way, Taliyah found herself even more ashamed to want it to be the former.


Tanned hands tightened against the blondes golden, groaning against Ezreal’s invading tongue, relishing in how it completely overshadowed her own. Ezreal lowered her hips down, the underside her cock pressed down against Taliyah’s, flattening her smaller member against her crotch, completely hidden by the giant, throbbing member of the dragon’s.


Taliyah's eyes flew open, more of Ezreal’s tongue flowed into her mouth, curling around her shorter tongue, like a python took its prey. Taliyah ground her hips upward, her eyes rolling back as Ezreal rested more and more of her body against the Shuriman, showing her how much bigger the dragon girl was compared to her small, lithe body.


She wished she could be like her, with a similar body.


Ezreal pulled away with a throaty groan, her hands released Taliyah’s, and her sharp talons left faint lines along her arm, dragging down to her shoulders. Taliyah mewled against the sensation, still rubbing her cock against Ezreal’s instinctively.


“Why’d you offer to blow me, after being such a bitch about where I come from?” Ezreal snarled, raking her nails down, drawing out a cry from Taliyah, before her palms settled on the Shuriman’s chest, covering her darker nipples. She shivered, only able to really find Ezreal’s glaring, blue eyes.


“I had a bad experience with Piltover men, they… when they found out I wasn’t what I wanted to be…” Taliyah trailed off, closing her eyes.


Ezreal’s eyes softened, but she didn’t make a move. The cock atop her own was softening, no longer grinding into hers.


“When you transformed to a boy, I— I got curious… and maybe a little jealous,” Taliyah admitted softly, looking away from those judging eyes. Ezreal tilted her head a slight margin, her fingers falling off her chest, and her softening cock was starting to leave Taliyah’s body. The Shuriman shot her hands out to grab the dragon’s hips, drawing her back in with a small gasp, feeling that thick slab of fuckmeat land atop her, and Taliyah didn’t want the dragon to go, panic rose in her voice, “I wanted to freak you out a bit, I didn’t expect you to point upward, but—”


Taliyah sighed out, grinding against that domineering cock, Ezreal’s eyes lowered, kinder than before, “I’m glad you didn’t.”


Taliyah pecked Ezreal’s lips, gasping as the dragon returned it with her earlier fervor. Soft kisses filled the room, tiny gasps occasionally flitting out whenever Ezreal ground the entire length of her cock along Taliyah’s. Golden claws carefully lowered, gently taking her thin hips in hand. Ezreal departed her lips with a pop, sliding her forked tongue across the smooth, freckled cheek.


“Admit my cock is superior to yours.” Ezreal whispered, changing her earlier statement. 


It was enough to nearly have Taliyah cum.


“It’s so big, bigger than any I’ve had,” Taliyah closed her eyes, straining to keep herself from being too much of a quickshot, “I could see the veins, they were as thick as rope, and I could feel it pump under my hands,” her hands fell between their bodies and rested on Ezreal’s shaft, covered into the plastic sleeve Taliyah gave. The blonde hissed into her ear, but let her continue, beginning to grind back against Taliyah’s groping hands, “and there’s so much cum, I had to swallow most of it, but if I was naked, I’m sure it could have covered all of me. Marked me as yours.”


Ezreal was panting into her ear, still thrusting against her tiny cock, pulsating strongly into her hands. Taliyah smiled shyly, leaning over to look into those black and blue eyes, “Mark me inside too.”


Taliyah giggled happily as her thighs were swept from under her, her knees pressing against her flat chest, and her ass exposed to the air.


“I’m happy you’re enjoying her.”


Taliyah froze. Another voice entering the fray, and two amber eyes watched in the darkness, moving in a slithering motion, the tapping of feet and arms moving across the floor, until they were hovering next to the .


“Neeko can see why you like her, but her Sho’ma is all confused. Her body doesn’t reflect it properly,” this ‘Neeko’ whispered into Ezreal’s ear, her green fingers trailing down Taliyah’s stomach, who was at a loss for words, “you could change her body, if she likes. Change her to fit her Sho’ma.”


“Change my body?” Taliyah her panic coming out as a whisper. The amber eyes shone brightly at her, and leaned down next to her, the soft face of Neeko barely visible in the dark.


“Your Sho’ma is shaped like a girl,” Neeko murmured, the fingers at her stomach trailing down to wrap around her smaller member, earning a sharp hiss from the stoneweaver, “But your body is shaped like a boy. Ezreal can change that.” 


“Neeko, I shouldn’t. Zyra was—”


“Grateful,” Neeko hissed back, gently nibbling Taliyah’s neck, drawing out more of her moan, giving her bruised mark small pecks, like she was being assessed and approved by Ezreal’s actual mate. Neeko pulled away with a small hum, speeding up her hand around her smaller penis, drawing more, ragged moans from the Shuriman, “Neeko can feel it. She wants to change. She just has to ask.”


“You can tell I’m a, ohh, a— ah, g-girl?” Taliyah shivered as Ezreal’s thick cock probed her tight ass, a warm liquid rolling from his cock against her anus. She knew it felt like saliva, but the amount sliding down was ridiculous.


“Neeko knows because Taliyah’s Sho’ma wants her body to change. Just ask, and you can be a whole new woman!” Neeko encouraged, her pumping hastened, drawing out more groans and shivers, it was becoming harder to focus, “Surrender to Ezreal’s cock, tell her you want to change, and you will. It is Taliyah’s choice.”


Taliyah closed her eyes. This once in a lifetime opportunity taking her by surprise, and she wasn’t sure what to do. One of her hands reached out to take Ezreal’s, while the other reached out toward Neeko’s. She smiled as both of them gently interlocked their fingers between hers.


“It won’t hurt, will it?” 


“It will feel mind blowingly good.” Neeko giggled, giving Taliyah a quick peck on the cheek. Taliyah hadn’t actually had a full conversation with the chameleon girl, and wasn’t sure how to react.


Fortunately for her, the prodding cock at her wet ring finally pushed its way inside. 


Taliyah cried out, quivering as a single spurt of her thin cum blasted out onto her tan stomach. She sighed out, her body relaxing, giving way to the bludgeoning cock. Her eyes widened, her teeth grit as more and more of her insides were violated. Neeko giggled again, soothing the Shuriman by running her fingers through her hair, still holding onto Taliyah’s hand with the other. She gave the girl small, encouraging kisses, soothing remarks that went unheard from the searing pleasure running through Taliyah’s mind.


It didn’t even hurt, more than half of that wrist-thick member was embedded into her, further than any other had before, and it felt amazing.  


“More…” Taliyah groaned, trying to push back against Ezreal’s light and caring thrusts, not having the time for it. She wanted to be ravaged and reamed. 


Ezreal’s hand was free from Taliyah’s, and settled on her hips. For a moment, Taliyah thought she was using her body for leverage, ready to slam the rest of that length inside her. Neeko hummed, taking Taliyah’s other hand, pulling it up to rest beside her head. Taliyah whined, feeling that giant slab of fuckmeat sink into her further and further. Until Ezreal’s hips clapped against her ass.


Taliyah froze, heat collecting in her hips, thighs and ass. Her hips seemed to widen outward, flaring out to accommodate her swelling cheeks. Once, they would barely have been a handful, but now she could feel herself being lifted up from the bed with just her swelling fat. She quivered and cried out, her cock shook and came again, lathering another, thinner spurt of cum onto her stomach, which had become less taut and became a bit more fatter, just to match with her flaring hips and wider ass. 


Her thighs had become bigger too, shaking and wobbling as Ezreal pumped back and forth out of her ass. Taliyah groaned, head rolling back against the bed, staring into kind amber eyes.


“More…” Taliyah groaned out again, feeling her larger assets rolling as she pushed against the slow, pulsating cock within her. Neeko’s eyes turned mirthful, leaning down to give her a gentle, chaste kiss. Taliyah returned it gratefully, humming out her moans into the chameleon girls.


Ezreal’s thrusts sped up, hips clapping louder against her expanding flesh. Taliyah’s waist had slimmed down slightly too, her body turning less rectangular shaped, and more pear-like. Neeko rose up from her chaste kiss, inciting the stoneweaver to give a lustful groan, and came again, dribbling out into her brown pubic hair, unable to form a rope.


Ezreal’s hands shifted from her hips and let her legs down, her new thighs resting atop Ezreal’s hips. Taliyah sighed, feeling more her with every breath she took, sliding her smooth, hairless thighs up and down Ezreal’s hips and thighs. The blonde was kneeling over her, delicately thrusting her entire length back and forth.


Claws landed on her pecs, and more heat pumped into her. Taliyah cried out, pushing her chest into those warm scales, biting her lip and staring into those concerned, blue eyes. More and more magic was pumped into her, and Taliyah’s eyes widened as her pecs slowly turned to small bumps, which continued to balloon out until they could fill out Ezreal’s hands.


Taliyah closed her eyes, letting heat and pleasure wash through her. Her shoulders had slimmed down, no longer looking so blocky, and more curved to fit her body. Her body was changing and she couldn’t even see it, yet, that was making the pleasure rushing through her body all the better. She couldn’t even feel her inferior, dribbling cock anymore, though she could certainly feel her balls practically deflating from the amount of cum she was dripping onto her crotch.


Ezreal released her newly formed chest, allowing Neeko to quickly, and gently, steal one for her lips. Neeko hummed, lathering her tongue over the dark nipple, and Taliyah’s eyes rolled up further as Ezreal hastened his thrusts, more of his length pulling out and reaming it’s way back  in.


Then Ezreal’s hand dropped on her cock, and she could feel it wasting away into her body. Taliyah’s eyes flew open, revealing her mindfucked expression, and her tongue poked out from her mouth in a silent scream. Her organs were practically melting away inside her, shifting to accommodate newer ones. The more Ezreal fucked her ass, the more she could feel those claws touch something else.


There was an alien feeling beneath those golden claws. It was wet, but not as viscous as the pathetic dribbles of cum sliding off her body was. It felt good too, like there was a layer of pleasure being drawn out from where her tiny cock would be.


Neeko released her breast with a pop, slithering down her body further until her clothed crotch hung above Taliyah’s.


Ezreal lifted his hand, and Taliyah shivered as her sensitive flesh was assaulted by the cool air.


“Very nice,” Neeko husked against her sensitive flesh, her hands resting on her thick thighs. Taliyah couldn’t see what was happening down there, and the light of their eyes no longer shone in the dark thanks to Neeko’s body in her way.


Then Neeko rested her tongue against where her cock would be, and understood completely. She didn’t have a cock anymore, but now a fully functioning, and incredibly wet, pussy. Neeko’s tongue lapped against her new labia, taking in her essence with every, long lick.


Taliyah cried out again, more and more pleasure building up inside her by the second. Ezreal’s cock was pounding into her loosened asshole with utter abandon, and for a moment, Taliyah wished she could feel those throbbing, rope-like veins on that huge cock against her fleshy walls.


“More!” Taliyah screamed into the air, her hands now taking the pants off of Neeko, trying to gain access to the Vastaya’s own flower. Neeko happily obliged, removing her pants with her tail and shrugging them off her feet. Neeko squealed happily as Taliyah dove into her own soaking cunt, not really sure of what she was doing, but admired the effort she put into it.


Ezreal’s pace was a jackhammer now, fucking her hole with all twelve inches, railing her ass out good and proper, and slapping her hips against into Taliyah’s ass, wet, fleshy noises filling the room, only overshadowed by the occasional grunt or gasp.


Neeko’s tongue entered Taliyah’s hole, the first thing it had ever taken inside. Taliyah screamed against Neeko’s crotch, unable to think from the new feelings burning her senses. Neeko giggled, unbothered by the stoneweaver’s sensitive trigger, and dove her tongue in deeper and deeper, wriggling and pumping into her at the same pace as Ezreal.


Taliyah gurgled out a groan, the orgasm from her newly formed cunt was stronger than her male ones. She was silenced as Neeko lowered her crotch onto Taliyah, grinding her own wet pussy against Taliyah’s lips. Taliyah idly poked her tongue out, trying her best to reciprocate the pleasure both Vastaya were giving her. 


“I’m gonna cum…” Ezreal grunted, her hands tightened on Taliyah’s inner thighs, talons digging into her soft flesh. Neeko’s lifted from Taliyah’s lower pink lips, and held a hand on Ezreal’s pumping shaft, stopping the blonde from digging into the Shuriman girl’s wrecked anus. Taliyah groaned, unable to stop Neeko from pulling out the throbbing cock which left her ass gaping widely. Neeko made a disgusted noise, then unwrapped the stretched condom and chucking it onto the floor. 


“That’s mine!” Taliyah argued pathetically, gripping Neeko’s ass tightly, rolling it between her tan fingers. Neeko snorted, and took the huge, pulsating cock into her green fingers, and gave the tip a quick kiss, smearing her lips with thick precum.


Then swallowed all of it down her throat.


“Glhk, hrk, hrkhrkhrkhrk!!!”


Neeko shoved her head back and forth Ezreal’s length, taking in all of it down her gullet. Ezreal cried out, taking the chameleon’s head and thrusting back and forth, having the unintentional effect of shoving Neeko’s cunt into Taliyah’s mouth deeper.


Taliyah cried out, slapping Neeko’s ass, leading the chameleon to only smother more of her ass into Taliyah’s face. 


“I’m cumming!”


Neeko groaned deeply, audible spurts could be heard from inside Neeko’s throat. Taliyah whined against the purple fuzz rubbing against her chin, her hands slapping against Neeko’s ass weaker than before, until they simply rested there, breathing in the chameleon girl’s scent.


Neeko pulled back and angled the cock down, and Taliyah's eyes flickered as thick, virile cum splashed against her new hole. Neeko rolled off of Taliyah, but didn’t give her a lot of time to breath, her soft pliant body was pressed into by Neeko’s own, and her mouth was stolen by thin, perky lips. For the second time that night, she had cum forcefully kissed into her mouth. 


Thick clumps sloshed into her mouth, forcefully rubbed into every corner of her mouth by Neeko’s invasive tongue. 


Neeko pulled away with a gasp, grinning widely, “Firstly, all of Ezreal’s cum belongs to Neeko.”


Taliyah’s face was taken by Neeko’s fingers, digging into her cheeks as another, rough kiss was given to her. Taliyah groaned, she wanted to hold the chameleon and nod along, but fatigue was wearing her down. She could see off to the size, Ezreal had laid down next to her, gently running her claws through Taliyah’s hair.


“Secondly,” Neeko whispered, barely an inch away from Taliyah’s kissed-raw lips, “you thank Ezreal for showing you how a superior cock cums.”


“I—”


“And thirdly, you thank Neeko for even giving you a drop of that cum.”


“I’m…” Taliyah groaned, staring into the amber eyes above her, “Thank you. Both of you.”


“Good girl.” Neeko lightly tapped the Shuriman girl’s cheek, and rested on her other side. Both Vastaya shuffled closer to Taliyah, resting their hands on her stomach.


Taliyah smiled as she fell asleep.


***


Taliyah wore a blank expression as she stared at her naked body in the mirror. There was a woman with the same face, same hair and same eyes as her’s in the mirror. But the body had changed entirely.


Breasts a little larger than oranges, slimmer shoulders and thinner waist. But her hips were wide like child-bearing hips, and her ass was full and wobbly, perfectly sized for her new hips and thick thighs.


“This is me?” Taliyah asked, looking to the chameleon girl at her side.


“Yup,” She cheerily smiled, holding one of Taliyah’s hands, “A very sexy woman. And your Sho’ma fits just right!”


“My Sho’ma…” Taliyah mumbled, looking over to Ezreal, in his male form. The blonde shrugged, looking away for a brief second. 


“Basically the Vastaya word for ‘soul’, but not exactly the right term.” Ezreal explained, walking over to the tan girl and taking up her other hand.


“Are you alright?” He asked, brows furring as his concern bled through, “I don’t want you to have regrets, is all.”


“I look…” Taliyah’s eyes rested back on her new form. It didn’t feel new to her though, it felt right. In a way. Taliyah chuckled, “I look like how I’ve always felt I looked,” her chuckle turned to a pitying laugh, tears welling up in her eyes, “Is that normal?”


“Is it normal to feel comfortable in the true form?” Neeko asked, closing the distance and pressing her naked body against Taliyah’s, she got to her tip toes and whispered, “Absolutely normal.”


“Thank you.” Taliyah shook, tears freely spilling from her eyes. Her smile had widened, turning toothy as her eyes closed, letting the Vastaya wrap their arms around her.


They let her go, giving the Shuriman woman a chance to breathe. She turned to Ezreal, taking both his hands and bringing them against her newly developed breasts.


“I’ll do anything, whatever it is, to repay you,” Taliyah nodded her head frantically, as if she needed to repay him back now.


Ezreal scratched his chin, and looked away with a sly smile, “Well, about the Temple, with the Tear of the Goddess…”


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