Chapter 6 - Smashed Dreams, New Lives.

The battle for Summoner's Rift was (again) on. Sora stood in the top lane, cautiously slaying minions as the game clock ticked on. His lane partner had fallen back a little while ago and Sora had not seen him since. His summoner flashed a message across the team chat. "MIA TOP" 


It had taken Sora a fair while to unravel the language that the summoners used to communicate. MIA was of course an acronym for Missing in Action, a warning for the other lanes to be more careful while laning. An extra champion arriving unexpectedly into a lane was nothing short of disastrous  As he slashed at the gold farms known as minions he queried his summoner as to the rest of his team's whereabouts. 


"Well Orianna is sitting pretty in mid, Graves and Lulu are just about pushing Bottom tower down, and Shyvana is taking the enemy Red Buff." His summoner replied in a flat, monotone voice. "As for the enemy, Morgana is dueling mid with Ori, Vayne and Sona are in Bot, Darius went mia of course and I have no idea where Ammumu is." 
Sora was pushed up near the enemy Darius' tower and was about to start hitting it, before his summoner piped up. "Mid. Now. Reggie is calling for assist. Morg has pushed up and he thinks we can get a good gank off on him." He said. 
Mentally nodding, Sora pulled back, only to start running down the River. He had just past Baron when Darius made his appearance  Charging out from the blue team jungle he laughed, running hard to catch up to him. Sora laughed. He had three kills and a BloodThirster on Darius, a 1v1 would be trivial. That was of course, before Ammumu made his entrance from Sora's own jungle, via a large rope of bandages that wrapped around Sora's midsection. 


Ammumu himself followed soon after, slamming head first into Sora. Darius had taken the time Sora had been wrapped up to catch up to the two, and started swinging that deadly axe of his. Sora's key-blades flashed in his hands as he cut the bonds around him, turning quickly to block the downswing from Darius. Ammumu took this opportunity to slam into his stomach again, knocking him down.

Sora had the reflexes to land on his back and dodge out of the way of the second down swing from Darius, this one only just missing. Sora managed to gain his feet and dodged a second throw of Ammumu's bandages. Slamming Darius's axe to one side his slashed twice quickly across the bigger man's chest, drawing blood. The enchantment from the BloodThirster in his inventory healing back a small amount of the damage Ammumu had caused. 

Sora was about to turn and flee, a two verses one not being the best of things, before Darius was knocked down by an unexpected projectile, a round metal ball crackling with electricity. Orianna had joined the fray. Sora wasted no time. He drew upon all of his strength, and a flash of white illuminated him. He let his key-blades fall from his hands, where they floated just out of his reach. His clothes turned white and power crackled around him. He dashed towards Ammumu, quicker than the eye could follow. He brought his Keyblades down, again and again, Ammumu's Armour blocking a few blows, but all to many slipped through. As the last blow fell, a choking sob from Ammumu as he fell, only to be caught in a beam of white and disappear. 

Suddenly, a crackling shield of energy wrapped around Sora, and a huge ax clashed upon it. Thrown, Darius staggered back, but he was quick to regain his feet. But by then Sora was ready for him. He caught the ax with one key-blade, without even seeming to break a sweat. 

Darius chose this time to retreat. He was suddenly a few feet away, his summoner flashing him out of Sora's reach. Or so he thought. A huge wave of energy pulsed from the Ball floating just above Sora's head. It grabbed the retreating Noxian and flung him back towards Sora, bringing him in range for a fast flurry of blows from his dual Key-blades  The Noxian general was unable to withstand the furious assault, and the same beam of white that caught Ammumu caught him. 


Sora sighed, the white on his clothes darkening to black and yellow, his Keys floated back into his grasp. He glanced at his savior.


The mechanical being, Orianna looked back at him, a look of curiosity on her face. She glanced at the spots where Ammumu and Darius had been. "I did not need help it turned out. But you did. Good thing my summoner noticed in time for me to assist you." She said, her robotic voice sounding strange as ever. 


As they discussed, Sora could feel both His and Ori's summoners congratulating each other. "Ty for the assist." The mono toned one said. 
"Nice double kill there Dyrus. Now lets push mid and end this shit." Reggie responded. 
Before they could though, an alert flashed across the arena. THE BLUE TEAM HAS AGREED TO SURRENDER: 5 VOTES TO 0. 

Within a few seconds, the champions stood on the summoning platform in the Institute, and were freed from the connection to their summoners. Sora turned to the gold and steel girl standing next to her. "You know, we never have met properly have we. My name's Sora. I'm not from around here." He said, offering his hand. 
She took his hand in hers, surprisingly lithe and easy. Just like a real person would. She gave it a firm shake before replying. "My name is Orianna. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 


"Why have I never seen you around here?" He inquired. Gesturing, he started leading the way past the summoners towards the exit. 
She took a second before responding. "I rarely leave my assigned quarters aside from attending matches. I tend to unnerve a lot of the people around here, as much as I try to mingle." She said. 
"Why's that?" Sora responded. 

Orianna glanced at him. "Well I would have thought it was obvious. I am not human. This repulses some, unnerves others. I will never really fit in here. But I am requested by the summoners, and my father is proud that I am a champion. So I stay." She said. 
"Father?" Sora asked. He glanced around. Wow this room is big. 
"My, creator. Builder. I know not the word. He only asks that I call him Father. Now I must apologies, for the Ball is getting impatient  It does not like crowds." She said. Without a word, she turned and strode away and out the door, the aforementioned Ball floating closely around her. 


So began Sora's friendship with the robot dancer. He saw her a few more times on the fields, and she was always a happy sight. At first she was distant. She didn't want to invest any time in someone who would just leave later on. But his reassuring smile and almost child-like enthusiasm for everything won her over. To the point when the Lady of Clockwork would attend Sora and Riku's parties and eat with them when she found them. 


Not that it wasn't without problems. For example she would often arrive unannounced  social tact wasn't exactly a big thing for her. In Sora's case, he was usualy balls deep in some fine piece of ass or another. She just walked in and started talking. Either ignoring or just not realizing that while Sora was fucking, talking about Taric's new moustache wasn't exactly pleasant.



"Oh god yes! Yes!" Ahri cried, her tails wrapping and unwrapping around Sora's limbs as she took him deep inside herself, pressed up hard against the stone wall. 
Sora was behind her, slamming into her for all he was worth. He grasped Ahri's goddess like ass in both hands, kneading and massaging it as he thrust into her dripping snatch. Both semen and Ahri's love juice was splattered upon the floor in large puddles, a testament to the length of their tryst. 


Ahri was loving it, as usual. She felt so full, both with Sora's maniac rod and the amount of cum he had poured into her. "Keep going! I'm so close to finishing!" She gasped. 
Sora wondered about that. She had been saying that or things along those lines for the last hour. It clearly wasn't referring to the wonderful, mind melting state of extacy that was Orgasm  Quite frankly she had had many of those in the last hour. So what did she mean. 
Oh well. Dick wet, no think. She wanted more? She got more. 

Sora stepped up his efforts, humping faster and faster, drawing on every reserve of his strength. His hips nearly blurred with the frantic speed of their lovemaking. Until he felt his orgasm burst over him and he pumped the biggest load of his life into the seductress fox-girl. She felt Sora's seed spray deep into her, joining the already large pool of seed deep within her core. It reached such a volume that it even bloated her stomach out, her tight canal forming a perfect seal. 


Sora collapsed as if all of his energy had been drained away. As he fell backwards his cock pulled free of Ahri's vice-like pussy, and in doing so freed the copious amount of ejaculate stirring around inside her. It burst from her like an over pressure water hose, flowing like a waterfall down her legs and onto the ground. 
Sora's head cracked on the stone ground and stars exploded behind his eyes. 


Ahri rose unsteadily on shaky legs, somehow managing to shuffle over to where Sora was rolling around on the floor clutching his head. She nigh collapsed herself down next to him, hugging him fiercely. "Oh Sora! You have no idea what you just did!"

Sora rubbed his head, residual pain still echoing through his synapses. "Aside from fucking you so hard I'm pretty sure its gonna take a week to recover from that. What is it?" He asked. 

Neither Ahri or Sora heard Orianna enter, but suddenly she was standing above, looking down on the two prone champions. "Hello." She said. 
"For fucks sake Ori. Stop that. Make some damn noise when you enter a room! Not right for a robot to be as quiet as you!" Sora gasped, her sudden appearance had made him jump. 


Orianna looked away from the two on the floor to something behind Sora's head. 
"Your spirit ball is the wrong color Ahri. Is something wrong with it?" Orianna asked. 

This drew Sora's attention enough for him to gather the energy to look at what Ori was doing. 
She was looking at the aforementioned ball, head cocked to the side in curiosity. She was right, instead of its normal white or green it was now a shade of dark purple. She raised an inquisitive hand towards it. 
Ahri at last came down from her many orgasmic highs to realize what Orianna had said. And what she was doing. 
"NO!" She screamed, but it was far too late. Orianna had raised her hand and in one swift movement, poked the off-color ball. 



The moment her clockwork digit touched the ball, the room exploded into light. A shock-wave picked up Sora and Ahri and bodily threw them against the wall of Sora's room, knocking them both out cold. 
After a few seconds all of the light suddenly vanished. A soft thud ran through the room. 


How long they were out Sora did not know. What he did know, was that he woke up to Ahri lying atop him. This was by no means an uncommon occurrence  but Sora wasn't thinking about sex for once. He gently shuffled out from under her, and rose on unsteady legs. Whatever that was, it had hit hard. Every bone in his body ached, and his head was pounding the drums of hell behind his eyes. 



Though what greeted his eyes when he surveyed the rest of the room took his breath away. 
 