Chapter 1 - Jungle Fever

A whirlwind of emotion.
Talons clicking on hard cobblestone.
A bestial cry of joy as she vaults over the walls.
A rush of green and brown. 
A splash of brightest blue, a surge of power.
The stinging talons of vicious birds.
A titan of red, a treelike beast.
The bursts of red blood from her wounds.
The emotion grows greater when it lies defeated. 
So does the power. Two swirling runes.
She bathes in the cold flow of the river. Mud sticks to her fur.
Another cry as she soars through the trees.
Finally: A burst of pink, a fight, a torment…
 

 
Nidalee snapped awake, breathing hard. The bestial huntress had vivid dreams. She tore the sheets from her sweating bosom and heaved herself out of bed, crossing the room and picking up a tall glass of water. Glk, glk, glk. She wiped her mouth and set the glass back down with a bang. The dream had revved her up, given her itchy palms. As much as I'd rather sleep… 
 
Nidalee had no need of clothes. She stepped from her room as naked as the day she was born, her tanned skin glistening with hunter's sweat, her thick cock dangling freely between her legs. Uncut, hung to her knees, with a pair of big, plump, cum-stuffed balls. The thought of dressing didn't even cross her mind. She made her way down the halls of the Institute of Justice, surprising and embarrassing a number of unsuspecting Summoners as she did. Normally she slept outside, making her bed on loam and leaf; but she had to admit the beds were comfortable, and the Institute insisted that she use the Champion's Dormitories on days she was scheduled to compete. She yawned widely, stretching her arms to the roof. To be entirely fair, Nidalee stank. She usually chose not to wash, not because she was a hedonistic slob like Cassiopeia or that she chose to bathe in the blood of her enemies like Katarina, but because that's how she had grown up among her feline family. Like any cats, they were nervous or terrified of water, and even if she didn't have the same convictions, neither was she in love with it, and she certainly couldn't swim. When Janna explained the concept of shampoo, she only raised an eyebrow.
 
But, with culture came a great many things, and one of them was a shower. Nidalee stepped into the changing rooms, finding herself to be the first one there. Obviously she had no need of those facilities, and headed straight for the showers. There were individual stalls, but even if she wasn't the only one there, she would have chosen to use the communal showerheads. She judged it to be something of a pack mentality.
 
Water began to spurt from the showerheads as soon as she stepped inside. She allowed herself a smile as she glided into the steaming-hot spray, and reached up, running her slim fingers through her hair. There was quite a lot of it, tied up in a pony-tail to keep the ass-length locks in some kind of check. She undid the band, and shook her head, sighing as the water surrounded every strand. It was extremely hot, just the way she liked it, and she eased forward, letting the streams of water run down her body and straight over her cock. It twitched gently, sensitive, and her thoughts turned to Akali, the other woman of the League who sported a ponytail. She admired the ninja. Akali's selfless ways for one, but also her solemnness. Nidalee was a woman fully in-touch with what it meant to be a human; that is, an animal, and sometimes she wondered if the Kinkou hadn't damaged some part of Akali to make her so… stoic. Unemotional. Lifeless. The huntress blinked her almond eyes and banished those thoughts, finding her musings to have awakened at least a small part of her arousal, her cock subtly thickening between her legs. She grabbed it around the base and gave herself a few quick tugs, pulling her foreskin back once or twice and then forgetting about it after that. Her ambivalence towards washing her cock was the main reason she carried a musk around her, and the main reason she ended up bedding so many Demacian ladies: Repressed as they often were, they were entranced by the strange, almost otherworldly stench that Nidalee carried. She smirked, and continued to wash her hair, squeezing it from top to bottom and draining the water.
 
She sensed the other person arrive well before the door opened. Vi stepped into the showers, also completely naked, and made her way to the showerhead just beside her. "Good morning," Nidalee said, her voice deep and silky. She felt rather proud of herself for remembering to say that.
 
"What's good about it?" Vi grumped, turning the shower on. She glanced sideways and saw the steam rising, clouding Nidalee's body like a cheesy porn flick, and subtly licked her lips.
 
Vi liked cheesy porn flicks.
 
Nidalee was somewhat taken aback by this answer. "Well, to be alive is good enough," she said shortly. She said most things shortly. She had no problem speaking human language, but still, the words felt heavy on her tongue.
 
"Alive? It's not a good day just because you're alive. It's just… a day." Vi was clearly in a bad mood, although the vixen often was. "It's the good stuff that makes a day good. Like how I'm going to cream you later."
 
Nidalee huffed. She hated Vi. The woman was crass and rude, aggressive. She had bright pink hair, for god's sake. If you put Vi and Akali together in the same room, they wouldn't interact, for all of Vi's bragging. But if Akali was like a noble gas, then Nidalee was water, and Vi was sodium. The huntress had a hard time keeping her mouth shut, had a hard time knowing when it was easier to back down. She snarled derisively, and stood up to her full height, like a cat puffing its fur. Vi was still taller than her. Wider, heavier, but stronger. In the jungles of the Rift, the cat often found herself a punching bag for the pugilist bitch. Suddenly she recalled the splash of pink from her dream earlier, and was emboldened.
 
She hissed. "Those who brag about conquests are the most likely to lose them." 
 
Vi's face flashed with anger. "Fucking cat." She forgot about the shower, discarding the soap onto the ground, and turned to face her. Vi was magnificently-hung, and proudly showed it off. Probably as many people knew Vi's cocksize as Nidalee's, and only one of them chose to wear clothes. A soft, uncut cock hanging to her knees and a pair of balls even bigger than the cat's. However, Nidalee's breasts were undoubtable the larger, and she preened herself.  
 
"No wonder you can only get boring, posh losers like Caitlyn. Nothing special downstairs compared to me, but totally lacking upstairs." She closed her eyes and clucked her tongue, turning her palms to the ceiling. "Everyone knows a dozen whores are easier to get than one princess."
 
"Watch your tongue or I'll rip it out," Vi spat. "Caitlyn's a good girl, you leave her alone."
 
"Maybe I will," Nidalee said, pretending to ignore the pinkette, inspecting the dirt under her nails. "Maybe I won't." She made crushing eye contact, her yellow corneas flashing. "Maybe I'll gangbang bot so hard that she forgets your name. Caitlyn, a slave to animal dick, wh—"
 
That was as far as she got before Vi laid into her jaw with a vicious sidewinder. She felt it break before she even hit the ground, spinning twice before collapsing into a panting pile of flesh. "Fucking cunt!" she roared, dodging away from Vi, laughing, trying to kick her in the ribs.
 
"Go on, kitty-slut. Go find some kibble, I'll finish this fight later on the Rift."
 
Nidalee never turned her back on Vi until she was out of the shower. How she'd enjoy tearing out the whore's throat with her cougar-claws. 
 
* * *
 
"Minions have spawned."

The bestial huntress took a deep breath. She stood a short distance away from an empty clearing in the gorgeous, lush jungle. Frogs hopped by to her left, drawn by the stagnant water they called a river. Butterflies swirled around, and she scanned them with her gaze too long, until she got dizzy. Darius was standing nearby, testing the edge of his axe on an unlucky pond-stone. The rock was slit through almost without effort, and he threw the halves away with a grunt. Just before the magic moment, he hefted his axe, and swung it through the air, striking a blow to the massive blue golem that had just leapt out of the brush. She heard the rock shatter and it stumbled to the side, but only for an instant before it recovered and came at them, bleeding blue magic from where the Noxus-carved axe had bit. Nidalee threw a magically-charged spear with a cry of exultation, and then in a whirlwind of energy, pounced forward as a magnificent, sleek cougar. Rengar could keep his lion's pride, she preferred the feminine stride. She danced around on the golem's back, where it could only struggle to hit her, as her sharp claws curled around rune-witched rock and tore it from its home, quickly revealing the pulsing blue heart that lay within. With a fierce chomp she shattered it, and its energies suffused her, briefly making her glow. She landed neatly on four paws as the golem shuddered to the ground behind her, and she looked up to the axe murderer who'd leashed her.
 
Transforming back into a human, albeit one who showed off her breasts and cock without regard for normalcy, she nodded towards him and said brightly, "Thanks!" She would have to tell Janna about how well she was learning human customs.
 
Darius blinked his hard grey eyes, and only offered up a grunt in response, the lines on his face deepening. The heavy clomp of his boots receded as he trudged top to test his edge against Trundle's teeth. Or perhaps it would be the retarded yordle Poppy's overlarge hammer. Either way, Nidalee didn't want to be in his place in five minutes.
 
Wasting no more time, she readied a second spear and threw it straight into the bulging throat of the monstrous toad that leered in the darkness nearby. Gromp gurgled in anger and spat purple phlegm, splattering Nidalee with filth and gunk. With expert twists of her body, she threw simple stone spears, waiting for the power inside her to well up again so she could enchant one with more devastating force once again. She loosed the bolt, and then snarled, transforming into a cat once more to finish the job. Gromp fell with a sad ribbit. With a puff of purple, the foul energies dissipated from its body, rendering the monster a simple frog once again. "Burrr-gllp?" it asked her, tilting its head to the side and expanding its pouch, its pure-black eyes filming over with warty flesh in a huge blink before bouncing off towards the river, utterly confused. Surely a tale he'd share with friends that evening over a glass of toadstool ale.
 
Nidalee shook her head, smiling at the vividness of that idea. A dozen toads and frogs sitting around a grimy pub, perhaps one hidden inside a fallen log, enjoying each other's company and getting drunk by candle-light… She decided on the spot to ask Ivern about it when she saw him next. He was loony, but good company for a jungle-cat. And a lot less bark than grumpy (And somewhat sinister) Old Maokai.
 
Nidalee felt Gromp's overloaded power surge through her too, increasing her strength once again. She technically had access to all of her powers, even if they were greatly diminished due to Summoner interference. That was precisely the thing that drove her crazy about competing in such matches: The feeling of her abilities shackled, however much, was distressing. Syndra shared her feelings on that, though the women saw eye-to-eye on little else. And then of course there was Draven, who shrugged, reasoning that if his enemies were weaker, that made himself even more glorious by comparison.
 
She blinked, and growled, frustrated. She was losing time daydreaming. A side-effect of her wild intellect was that she had rather poor concentration. She'd be a minute or two behind Vi by now, and realistically she'd never catch up. Vi was too quick, an efficient clearing-machine, while Nidalee needed items to help. But there was that idea. The one that was simultaneously rude, naughty, and classless: To invade Vi's jungle and kill her, of course. She couldn't stop herself from cracking a wolfish grin. One spear, thrown from far enough away that it had achieved maximum velocity (don't think about it), could do serious damage to any champion, especially one like Vi who sacrificed safety for speed. Just another reason Aatrox sucks dick.
 
Her mind was made up. Nidalee shifted into cougar form and ran forward, leaping short distances through the riverwater, irritated by the mud that clung to her fur. Cold. Distracting.
 
The enormous fallen tree that served as the middle of the north jungle came up just before her. There were heavy scrapes and scars in the ground that hadn't healed, and deadfall was everywhere: Evidence of the staggering damage that the Baron had inflicted on the Rift when he arrived. Nidalee crept into the bushes, and instantly felt more at home even in the enemy jungle. Tall grass slid past her fur just as she transformed, becoming less bestial, more huntress. Peeking around the corner, hidden from sight, Vi was standing in a boxer's pose, shifting from foot-to-foot, dodging and weaving around the clumsy attacks of the Red Brambleback. It snorted as it clawed at her, putting far too much into the swipe and leaving itself open. Vi leapt over its arm and struck it squarely in the face, shattering the brittle wood that made it up. Red energy burst from its corpse and soaked Vi utterly, adding a second gem to her collection. Double buffs, Nidalee thought, licking her lips, and thinking about how all that power would soon be hers.
 
Her aim was true. Vi barely had time to turn before the swirling-green energies of her magic spear pierced the bruiser's breastplate, and she fell to one knee, gasping. Like all damage on the rift, it wasn't permanent, but it hurt, and with a growl she ripped the weapon from her bosom and snapped it between two gauntleted hands. "Bitch!" she crowed, staggering to her feet and glaring in the direction the spear came from. Her predator was still hidden.
 
The grass parted, and a spear flew straight towards her head. Vi balled her fists and raised them, covering herself, the spear clattering harmlessly off the metal plates. "Come on out, bitch. Fight me woman-to-woman. Unless you're afraid?"
 
Nidalee bit her lip after a frustrated "Tch." Vi's huge gauntlets covered her target: Vi's vitals. Deciding that bravado was the better part of valor, she stepped forward from the bushes and stood tall with a spear planted in the ground. "You want to fight? After taking that much damage?" She laughed with mirth she didn't have. "Come on then, fight me."
 
Vi didn't wait. She took a step towards her foe, with her right hand hidden by her wide frame. There was an electric hum in the air, and Nidalee recognized it just in time to shapeshift and jump out of the way. A vault-breaking punch carried Vi forward and right into the spot Nidalee just was, skidding to a halt on mailed feet. "I thought you wanted to fight!" she spat, and rushed straight at her, covering herself with her fists once again. In her fury, she forgot the intelligence of the huntress, and blinded herself.
 
Nidalee easily sidestepped the charging warrior, and stabbed her in the back with another energy-laden spear. Vi cried out and fell, critically wounded, but a competent and well-trained scrapper. She turned her momentum around and caught Nidalee with a fierce hook, catching her off-guard and bruising her shoulder. Vi roared, and clapped her hands together, summoning power within them and raising her hands above her head, ready to smash the ground and release it, causing an earthquake that would knock Nidalee to the ground…
 
Except that never happened. As she raised her hands, Nidalee shapeshifted once more and dove forward, catching Vi in the ribs with her claws and teeth. The fighter fell with a simple "Ooof!" as all the air rushed from her lungs, and icy pain slid through her skin. She collapsed on her back, spread-eagled and panting hard. She was beaten, her energy so low that, a moment later, the gauntlets simply popped off her arms with a pneumatic hiss. Sion would be disappointed: She couldn't even raise her weapon.
 
"Arrrrgh," she groaned, rolling onto her side and clutching her hands over her damaged internals. In seconds, the magic of the summoners healed her physically, but left the pain behind as a reminder that she was now supposed to sulk her way back to her healing fountain to recover. And she would have, if Nidalee wasn't still sitting on top of her.
 
"Get off me, you fat cow," she huffed, knowing Nidalee couldn't hurt her anymore and a few insults might make her tilt.
 
"No," she replied simply, and in fact, bounced up and down on Vi's platemailed body. "You got your licks, now I get mine." She eased herself forward, planting her hands on Vi's chest and groping her roughly, wrapping her lips around her vulnerable throat and grinding her teeth over it. She licked warmly, tasting Vi's sweat, and grunted. "I'll tell everyone you let me beat you in the jungle unless you go along with this."
 
"Oh god," Vi said, her face screwing up in disgust. "I'm going to get raped by Nidalee of all people. I'll never be able to live it down." She was, in part, insulting her; but moreover it was the truth. Getting buff-ganked by a weaker jungler was incredibly embarrassing, especially if they took a little extra afterwards.
 
"Shut up and take your top off," Nidalee hissed, pressing her sharp teeth harder into her neck. It was true, she couldn't hurt her, not in this place, but the human body is very particular about sharp things sliding over bare skin. Vi shivered and exhaled, unbuttoning her shirt as Nidalee took off the ridiculous, oversized belt around the woman's waist. She pulled it off, letting it slide out under Vi's body. She raised it in the air, pretended to inspect it for a moment, and then flung it away over her shoulder. She had to laugh at what she saw then: "Oh, holy shit. You're wearing a frilly pink bra!? Did Caaaaitlyn make you wear that?" she teased, humping Vi's body a little harder. The sight of tits was getting her dick excited, and she rubbed her unwashed nuts over the fighter's bare belly.
 
"Yes. Caitlyn buys me things." she said sharply, speaking through gritted teeth. "You'd know if you had a girlfriend instead of… I dunno, a fucking knothole you like to jam your dick in?"
 
Nidalee slapped her soundly, turning Vi's face to the side. "Aaaooooooww, you bitch!" she shrieked, and was rewarded with another, harder slap. She bit her lip, literally. Her cheek was red and stinging, while the rest of her milky skin contrasted nicely against Nidalee's caramel tones. 
 
But Nidalee didn't move again, simply squatting on top of Vi, holding her down and gently kneading her breasts through the fabric. A lewd smile crossed her face. "Knothole? Is that what you call your ass?" Vi groaned, and her toes curled. 
 
"Fucking christ, get it over with then," she said, feeling as weak as before. Her strength wouldn't return at all until she healed at the fountain. She put her hands above her head and turned her head to the side, laying there like a dead fish, waiting for Nidalee to have her way with her.
 
"No, that's not how this works," Nidalee said sibilantly, and caressed Vi's red cheek. "You push me, I push you… you push back." She said it harder. "Pushback. Get your ass in the air."
 
Vi groaned again, whining like a spoiled child. She spun onto her stomach, and Nidalee inched herself back, aligning her sweating dick with her conquest's pert, purple-clad cheeks. She hotdogged forward merrily for a few seconds, then clawed her garments apart. Vi's ass was fat, her hips wide, but her asshole tight and hidden beneath jiggling tush. Nidalee shoved her thumbs into her crack and pried it apart, eagerly pushing her now-throbbing cock deep into the other shemale, unlubed. Vi cried out in genuine pain, her cock practically shriveling in her panties as her toes curled. "Bitch," she spat, and Nidalee put both hands on the back of her head, thrusting forward hard while shoving her face into the dirt.
 
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Your mouth is full of leaves," she teased, before throwing back her head and moaning happily as she thrust deeper. "Goddamn your ass feels fantastic. You should let me back here more often. Next time I promise I'll bring some butter." Her voice, deep and sugary, was particularly irritating to the Piltover enforcer. She growled in pain, tears springing from her eyes as her fingers curled and she kneaded the loose dirt. It did hurt. It hurt hellishly. She'd only allowed Caitlyn into her asshole a few times, and that was after serious foreplay and plenty of lube. This? This was so much deeper. Nidalee's cock was undeniably thick, and painfully long, almost as long as her own. She wasn't self-aware enough to think about how she gave Caitlyn the same sort of pain every time they had anal, she only wanted it to end. 
 
But, in time, it did. Nidalee humped her faster and faster, clapping her caramel nuts against Vi's own wobbling sack, her breathing becoming more and more shallow as she peaked. It got easier as she spilled more and more pre-cum into her ass, smearing it on her own cock and then sliding back, applying it to Vi's clenching asshole. Her pre-cum production was more than high enough to make things almost comfortable for herself in the tightness of her rear, while Vi merely bit her lip and twitched, grunting gently as she took inch after inch of hot dick. Her own erection was standing proudly now, dripping jizz as the huntress assaulted her prostate, and with a loud gasp, suddenly came properly, spilling thick ropes of creamy seed directly onto the ground. "Arrrrgh…" She grit her teeth in anger. To be forced to cum like some common submissive was a huge insult to her ego. And yet it felt good, painful but good, and she wrapped her fingers around her cock and jerked herself to the finish, moaning happily at the tingling sensations surging through her body.
 
Nidalee took longer. She wanted to enjoy it. Every time she came close to cumming, she eased off, wanting to make it last. And by edging herself, make it even better when she did. Almost fifteen minutes of erotic moans, gasps of pleasure, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin passed before Nidalee finally reared back and let out a bestial cry, "C-cumming!" a few seconds before she did. Pleasure exploded in her body, and she threw her head back with a "Hunnnnhh!" as she finished inside, spurting her seed straight up Vi's ass and planting it deep in her body. Vi could feel the warmth, and she shivered, almost pushing her ass back into the thrusts, wanting to cum again, but…
 
Nidalee pulled away, her cock sloppy and dripping with cum. Vi's asshole was a gaping, twitching mess, and a stream of seed had leaked down and soaked her balls too. It closed up before Nidalee's eyes, her pucker red and irritated, and Vi groaned, falling onto her side and panting hard. She'd have to crawl back to base on her hands and knees to heal.
 
* * *
 

Draven laughed as the axe sank deep, the sawtooth edge biting into Caitlyn’s vulnerable form. She screamed in pain and twisted towards him, gritting her teeth in concentration. 
 
Only a master sniper could have made the shot before Draven finished her off. Barely managing to lift the ornate hextech rifle in a single hand, she sighted-in brilliantly quick on his quivering mustache, and squeezed the secondary trigger. 
 
With a huge report and a cloud of smoke, a massive net shot out and knocked her back with the sheer momentum. The net hit Draven squarely, wrapping him up from head to toe. “Spin those axes now, you jerk!” she called, watching him from a safe distance as he struggled against the bindings and roared his anger. She blew a lock of dark hair from her face, her hat lying some thirty feet away. Blitzcrank had picked it up, and was slowly turning it over in his hands, inspecting the ‘hat’ with great interest, like it was some kind of insect. She scowled and slid her fingers through her silky hair, pulling it into a loose bunch behind her before letting it hang down around her shoulders. She knew that she was almost unaccountably gorgeous, especially with her hair down, especially wearing… this! Her slutty police uniform was almost as bad as Riven’s stripperiffic bunny suit. With a heavy heart, she turned away from the pair and started making the long journey back to the summoning platform. 
 
“Heyyy, baby! C’mon back, I’ll show you a good time!” Draven laughed, the net in a pile at his feet, a fresh axe spinning in his hand. He stuck two fingers in his lips and whistled loudly at the fleeing officer.
 
Caitlyn put her nose up in the air, and laughed haughtily. “Blitzcrank and Draven. You’re perfect for each other, really: He runs on steam, and you’re filled with hot air,” she sniffed. 
 
“Holy shit, roasted,” the enemy Riven said from distantly in toplane, and Caitlyn allowed herself a smile. Sometimes the only fights you could win were in all chat. And yet… she bit down on her lip, almost daring herself to break the skin. Such a wound would be healed by the time she returned to the fountain, but for now… it would give her something to focus on other than the gashes Draven’s axes had left. Like all damage on the Rift, they healed quite quickly, but left behind the ‘echo’ of the pain to remind them to get their ass in gear and head back to the fountain.
 
From the bushes, Nidalee closed her eyes, and drew in her breath with a gentle hiss. She straightened, ears twitching, every sense honed to a knife-edge. 
 
Even with her eyes shut, she could see her prey.
 
A rush of energy left her, and the tip of her spear lit up with green fire. She threw it with unnerving accuracy, and the weakened ADC was completely caught off guard. Caitlyn caught the spear right in the chest, and the sheer force of the impact spun her in place, barely staying on her feat. A sense of desperation welled up inside her. “Help me!” she cried, but there was nobody around: Thresh had given up supporting this trash marksman and was ganking top.
 
The cougar’s eyes lit up, and with a mighty leap she soared from the bush, over the wall and onto Caitlyn, knocking her to the ground with a heavy “Ooof!” Her claws scraped the officer’s bare chest, hard enough to give her six angry red lines, barely soft enough to avoid clawing her heart out. Nidalee snarled, and went for the kill, opening her jaws wide and clamping down that dripping maw around Caitlyn’s throat.
 
But she didn’t bite down, at least not very hard. Juuuust enough to show Caitlyn that she could kill her and take her gold if she wanted to. Technically her bounty was still up for grabs. Caitlyn was panting heavily, gun forgotten by her side, black-tinted glasses hanging loosely on the tip of her nose. Sweat was dripping from her face down onto her full, exposed chest, heaving deliciously with her exhausted breathing, and Nidalee eyed her with an appraising glance. Her body was wrapped in a swirl of energy, she transformed back into her human form, completely naked, with her unwashed, uncut cock resting perfectly on Caitlyn’s bare stomach. The air filled with Nidalee’s heady dickstink… She purred, clenching and unclenching her fingers cattishly, wondering what to grope first. “Get off of me,” Caitlyn huffed, her energy drained from the impact of the spear. She fought back the urge to weep bitter, salty tears over her predicament… Abused in lane, and now? On the receiving end of jungle rape.
 
“I don’t think I will,” Nidalee said silkily, finally pressing her hands against that glistening chest. “I think I’ll take my prize instead.” She started to purr, a vibration deep in her throat, but unlike most erotic sounds, she didn’t stop doing it after one or two moans; it just became part of her normal breathing. And yet, the sound wormed its way into Caitlyn’s ears, making her pant even harder as she felt a tightness in her skirt. “I’ll give you a choice. Let me claim your bounty, and sink your team even deeper into the loss. Or…” She curled her fingers around the plastic cup that served as Caitlyn’s bra, and licked her lips.
 
“Mmm… fff. Get it over with then,” Caitlyn said, throwing her head to the side and closing her eyes, as if she was trying to avoid looking at the rape. Ever so elegant, so posh. Nidalee grabbed her chin and wrenched her head back to face her, wetting her lips with a pink tongue before pushing a deep kiss into her mouth, moaning softly at her taste. Caitlyn pulled back, but Nidalee followed her forward, and they fell to the ground in a very compromising position. Nidalee groped and squeezed, running her dark fingers through the officer’s sweaty cleavage, the tip of her cock just barely an inch from Caitlyn’s underboob.
 
“Oh, that’s no fun,” Nidalee whispered. “I don’t want to Get it over with. I want to play…” she cooed, grinding her thick cock over her navel, wiping strings of slobbering precum all around. Caitlyn answered with a horny moan, and the huntress grinned. “That’s what I thought… holy shit, your tits are amazing.” 
 
“Thank you?” she replied weakly, squirming under the cat’s groping. “I know people like them… or else I wouldn’t get forced to wear this stupid outfit…” she grumbled, arching her back and exhaling softly, pressing her sensitive chest into Nidalee’s hands.
 
“You’re damn right. You know everyone likes your titties, Cait.” She felt herself throb, and with clumsy fingers quickly unbuttoned the uniform, slicing through the bra with a sharp claw and leaving her chest completely exposed. The cat leaned in and pressed her face between her cleavage, taking a deep breath, snorting the sweat straight from her skin. Caitlyn couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Nidalee grabbed her dick and started rubbing it all over the curve of her breasts, not penetrating anything, not yet, but quivering with pleasure as she rubbed that ultra-sensitive head over Caitlyn’s soft, smooth boobs.
 
It was just like Vi had warned her about. Her dick was filthy, and the smell was incredibly strong, a potent stink of pure sexuality that instantly got her blood pumping. She gasped for air, only sucking down more of Nidalee’s musk, stinging her nostrils and driving her dick crazy. She was so hard it hurt. Caitlyn shoved her thumbs into her skirt and bent her legs, pushing her skirt and panties down around her ankles, letting her erection wiggle around cutely from the effort. Her foreskin was cut, showing off a girlish, bright pink tip. She made a glum expression, knowing she wasn’t one of the bigger ladies out there… and that Nidalee knew it. Tentatively, Caitlyn wrapped her fingers around her cock and closed her eyes, immediately losing all of her composure, masturbating herself silly to the reek coming off of Nidalee’s unwashed dick~
 
The huntress let a sneer creep across her face. “Now that’s better. Good Caity.” Her cock bobbed pleasantly as she watched Caitlyn’s arm pump up and down, and then finally she eased herself forward, rubbing her plump balls over the woman’s stomach and shoving her filthy dick into her perfect cleavage. Nidalee shuddered, feeling thick streaks of cockgrease sliding off of her shaft, and the sheer tightness peeling back her foreskin. Her cockhead poked out of Caitlyn’s breasts right in front of her mouth, glistening with sweat and precum that she never bothered to wipe away. Caitlyn’s eyes crossed and she let out an animalistic moan, and Nidalee just let her sneer spread wider. She clapped her hands against her prey’s breasts and squeezed them nice and tight around her dick, fucking her cleavage, cock easily sliding over the greased-up, sweaty skin. “Fuck you’re soft, you must moisturize? I heard Janna talking about that,” she said idly, rather losing herself in the pleasure. Oh, Janna was going to get a fucking pounding after she finished this match, Nidalee had so much sexlust today, and fucking was nothing but joy!
 
Every single time Nidalee thrust forward and pressed her balls against her tits, her cock throbbed hard and squirted onto Caitlyn’s face. Thick, sludgy ball-batter slowly began to cover the entire lower part of the sniper’s face, until she couldn’t even open her mouth without swallowing down some of that ultra-thick seed. The more sex a dickgirl had, the thicker her lust would be, since, hey—If she was getting tons of action, it only made sense that her balls work even harder to get the best chance to impregnate what they were shooting into. Caitlyn, panting, accidentally breathed through her mouth and sucked down a thick glob of Nidalee’s juices. “Kaaah! Guh! Ptt! Your cum’s so gross,” she whined, secretly getting off on the abuse and jerking herself even harder. “And you’re getting my tits all greasy…”
 
“Well, at least I’m rubbing myself off on your breasts before I rape your mouth, right?” Nidalee teased, stroking her cocktip with her finger, then taking a deep sniff of her own musk. “Mmm. You should be honored to take my dick~” She eased herself forward again, pulling her cock out of Caitlyn’s bust and letting her balls briefly rest on one of her nipples. “But now, do open up, hmm? If it makes you feel better, you can stick out your pinky finger just like it’s teatime.” 
 
Before Caitlyn could complain, Nidalee shoved her unwashed cock straight down her throat, making her gag and spit, glaring up in rage. She kept pushing, grunting as she felt her long prick bend slightly just to fit down Caitlyn’s warm hole. She bottomed out, pressing her balls against Caitlyn’s cum-soaked jaw, and roughly humping her face once, twice, three times before properly pulling out, about halfway, and slamming back in. She was almost delirious with pleasure, a wide grin slapped on her face that showed off her pure-white teeth. Even Caitlyn was moaning, getting higher and higher in pitch as she reached her orgasm, masturbating pathetically. Nidalee gasped as she felt Caitlyn’s hot cum splatter onto her back… for an instant it really did feel exceptionally warm and gooey before cooling down on her skin. “And you said I was gross,” she purred, grabbing Caitlyn’s head and ramming herself straight down her throat, raping her mouth for all it was worth. She clenched her jaw and hissed in pleasure. “If I feel your teeth, I promise I’ll tattoo you with a tramp stamp that says Cat Toy, got it? Now quit being so tight, it hurts.” She poured dick down Caitlyn’s throat, the officer’s eyes turning up and tears spilling down her cheeks as she choked. She kept cumming, hard, asphyxiating on alpha cock. She couldn’t even hear what Nidalee was saying, her balls completely spent, strings coating her twitching hand.
 
It seemed to last an eternity. Nidalee slowed down multiple times, edging herself, careful not to edge too close in case Caitlyn choked and clamped down hard enough to make her really blow. Almost fifteen minutes of rough mouthsex and Caitlyn’s face was bright red, her mascara totally running from the tears. She’d cum twice since the first time, moaning pathetically and needfully jerking off at the abuse. “No wonder you’re Vi’s pet,” she sneered, spitting on Cait’s face, which just made the woman moan. “You have no stamina, no length, and no skill.” She grabbed Caitlyn’s silken hair and pushed herself to the hilt, almost as if she was trying to cram her balls into her mouth too. “Aaaaaaaah!” she cried, feeling her orgasm hit her at last, and she thrust a few more times to make it even better. Hot goo gushed down Caitlyn’s neck, filling her belly and her throat, making her cough even worse as she had to struggle to even catch a simple breath now. Thick semen clogged her throat and exploded out of her nose as she tried to breathe, completely soaking her face and Nidalee’s dick. And still, the huntress refused to finish, continuing to thrust, to cum, until her stomach was bulging like a balloon and every moan came with an audible slosh. Caitlyn came again without even touching herself, squirting another few weak ropes onto her thighs as the taste and smell of dick overwhelmed her. She broke. It was so good. Too good. She really was Nidalee’s cat toy…
 
“Aaaaah,” she gasped, pulling her stinking cock free of the officer’s throat. She wrapped her fingers around herself and jerked off onto her exposed breasts, painting them up and down with lines of glistening jizz. Marking Caitlyn as her prize. Showing the world that she’d forced Caitlyn to suck the taste of Vi’s ass straight off her dick. There was a bitter taste in her mouth, and it wasn’t just from the humiliating defeat.
 
Caitlyn belched, covering her mouth with her hand, before retching and turning onto her stomach, puking pure cum onto the grass. Thick, messy strings of spit and cum drooled from her well-used mouth, and she retched again, adding to the pile of Nidalee’s fresh cum. She managed to push herself onto her back again, gurgling, laying one hand on her bulging stomach. 
 
“I don’t feel good,” she mumbled, before her eyes crossed and she passed out, almost blue in the face. It would be a loooong while before she got back into the match, and that meant Nidalee had lots more time to have fun…
                
* * *
 
Back into the jungle. Nidalee was having a hard time taking the match seriously. She'd lost a ton of time by taking her sweet revenge on Caitlyn too, but it was totally worth it. Besides, Vi was behind her power curve as well. What's the worst that could happen?
 
Nidalee cried out in triumph as she finished off the red cinderback, the wooden golem collapsing to the ground in a splinter of wood and a gush of magic. Slowly she came around to its broken head, and lapped at the magma glow that ebbed from its wooden cranium. It tasted like water, but flowed like gel and tingled her tongue and her throat. Vaguely, she heard an electric hum from behind her.
 
Vi soared out of the brush and caught Nidalee completely unaware, surprising the cat so much that she jumped nearly five feet in the air. But even the most acrobatic cougar can't fly: As she came down, Vi caught her prey with both hands and slammed her roughly to the ground. Something broke. Nidalee shapeshifted to her human form, naked of course, and summoned up her healing magic, restoring the broken rib in a trice. But Vi continued to pound her, bruise her, throw her around with the force of her punches. Vi had wasted no time exacting revenge: She'd been farming, and now she could toss the huntress around like a toy.
 
Nidalee gasped as Vi shoved her up against the fallen log that acted as the forest wall, pressing her elbow into her throat. She dangled just an inch above the ground, her toes stretching out to get the balance she desperately needed. "No," Vi growled, and pushed her up farther, making her choke. She held her there for a good five seconds, crushing her windpipe before releasing her, and Nidalee fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. Vi sneered, "I thought cats always landed on their paws? Come on, pussycat. Get up." She kicked her in the side, her mailed boot opening up a bloody gash which Nidalee barely managed to heal before the next assault came.
 
She felt herself get pushed onto her back, and then Vi straddled her stomach, resting her rear on the thick cock that had ruined her ass just a short time ago. "Aww, not feeling up to it?" she mocked, and gave her another cruel slap that made her recoil. Vi bounced up and down, teasing her dick between those sweet cheeks. "I thought you loved my ass. Now you can't even get it up." She drew back her gauntleted hand, and curled her fingers into a fist. "You're a joke. And here comes the punchline."
 
Wham!
 
* * *
 
Nidalee awoke, not in agony as she expected, but actually feeling quite well. She looked down, and saw two empty glass baubles, the remains of health potion scattered on the ground. She licked her lips, and tasted it, realizing that Vi had healed her… why?
 
Then she noticed something altogether more sinister. She was standing up, tied to a tree, with her arms and legs tightly bound together. Vi was standing a short distance away, twirling a discarded spear, and when she noticed Nidalee was awake, she cracked a grin. "Hey cupcake."
 
"Don't you dare call me that, you bitch," Nidalee growled, arching her back and fighting against her bondage. “Garrr, let me out of here!”
 
Vi just laughed. "Come on now, I'm a police officer, I know how to tie people up so that they can’t get out. Maybe I'll just leave you out here to starve, how does that sound… cupcake?"
 
She bared her teeth and hissed, trying to angle her sharp nails down to cut through the strong twine. Vi tutted, stepping forward. She held the spear near the top, and struck out, hitting Nidalee with the blunt end, right in the ribs. She howled in pain, her body craning to the side to avoid the next blow, which never came.
 
"You know, I used to be a pretty bad person before I found Caity. I could do some horrible stuff to you, and I'd sleep like a baby," Vi said calmly, fondling the spearhead. "But I won't, because you didn't hurt me earlier either. What you did was rape me. Treat me as a warm hole for your dick."
 
She was close to Nidalee now, and spoke right into her ear. "I have another dickhole I'd like to rape." Nidalee shivered.
 
"Don't worry, I won't use the pointy end," Vi sneered, and suddenly cried out, burying the spear a foot deep in the tree. She popped her gauntlets off and threw them to the side with two heavy, satisfying clunks. "I'll start out soft." She bent down to her knees, and mock-gasped. "Oh, I forgot the accoutrement! How could I be so cruel." She picked up the bundle of rope she'd used, and measured out about four feet before snapping it apart with nothing but her strength. She looped one end around Nidalee's ballsack and tied it tightly, before throwing the other end around her neck and securing it there. Every time Nidalee jerked her head backwards, she'd get a vicious tug on her tender plums. She could barely speak, in such a rage she was just spitting curses. Vi laughed, and went down on her knees, grabbing Nidalee's cock in one hand and peering straight down her urethra.
 
A cock that size was bound to have a bit of a gape to its head, simply because of the size. Vi knew this, and, making one last sizzling eye contact with her partner, rammed two fingers straight down her pisshole. Nidalee screamed and jolted backwards, the knot around her balls sliding tighter. She shrieked, throwing herself back forwards, panting and sweating instantly. The pain was unbearable, the loop around her tender nuts as tight as anything. And Vi's battle-worn, scarred fingers merrily thrusting in and out of the fucktool she was so proud of. "Stop," she gasped, shivering, feeling the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, stop!”
 
"You didn't stop for me. It's an eye for an eye out here, darling." Vi licked her lips. She added a third finger, making a triangle that speared Nidalee's hole open, making the huntress shiver in pain. Her fingers were thinner at the top, thicker at the bottom, and every time she shoved deep into her cock, it stretched just a little bit more. Nidalee's tanned body was flushed even darker with exertion, the white war-paint stripes standing out even more strongly from her toned flesh. Vi reached down and tugged on Nidalee's balls, making her jerk backwards and tighten the knot even more.
 
"Nooo," she cried weakly, clenching her thighs together. "God it hurts, stop! Please!"
 
Vi flashed her a dangerous look. "I think kitty needs a gag." She took another length of rope and jammed it between Nidalee's teeth, tying it tightly around her head. She struggled lamely, as Vi wrenched the spear free of the wood and twirled it expertly. She aligned the rough, wooden pole with her gaping dick, turned it slightly to the side to ease its way in, and then… twisted it straight, prying Nidalee's cock open with an inch-thick pole. She screamed, tugging backwards on instinct and only constricting her nuts even worse. Now it was tight enough that it actually slackened slightly when she released the pressure, so she was safe in the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to accidentally cut her balls off, even if she really bent backwards. She was drooling out the sides of the makeshift gag, still whining, although very thankful for the chance to bite down on the mesh, which dulled the pain considerably. 
 
"Deeper," Vi said warmly, and twisted the rod as she pushed, shoving it another six inches down Nidalee's poor cock. She cried out in pain, muffled by the rope, and shook her head from side to side. Not deeper. "Deeper," she said again, more insistently, and pushed it all the way in, the pole touching Nidalee's prostate from the opposite side. She quivered, and lost muscle control- she would have pissed herself if there wasn't such a thick block. Instead it felt like she was pent-up with piss and would explode… she knew it wouldn't happen, but that was little consolation to what her nerves were telling her brain. Vi grinned as she moved the spear in slow circles, bending Nidalee's dick. Her cock and balls were both almost purple. In another minute, they really had gone purple. 
 
Cum was oozing freely from her shaft, her urethra having been stretched beyond all reason. She bit the gag so hard that her sharp canines poked straight through to the other side. She was caught somewhere between bending back and forcing herself to stay forward, bolts of pain surging through her spine as the stress of holding herself in such a dreadful position built up. "Mmmmmhhg." She drooled, her eyes rolled back, and yet… there was a certain pleasure to this. A hideous pleasure she never wanted to experience again, but still, a warm feminine thrill of being fucked in her most-tender hole. Something she’d never even considered before now…
 
Vi was jerking herself off to the erotic sight of her enemy squirming. Nidalee’s expression was somewhere between torture and orgasm, and she seemed to not know what to do with her mouth. Vi stood up, and wrapped her fingers around the spear once more, giving it one good push into her prostate again, making her scream into the gag. And then, with surprising gentleness, eased the smooth wood free of the huntress’ cock.
 
Nidalee slumped in her bonds, drooling and twitching, weaker than she’d ever felt. She barely even noticed as Vi touched her dick, angled it up… and pushed their cockheads together. Nidalee raised her head in a slow gasp, eyes flicking between Vi’s face and her dick. “Dnnnt,” she managed to mumble, but she couldn’t hide her arousal: She was as hard as stone and gaping wide. Vi smirked, wrapped her other hand around Nidalee’s cock and pushed inside.
 
It was the strangest sensation either of them had ever felt. Vi’s dick squashed wetly into the huntress’ urethra, her mushroomed head contorting strangely to fit inside the sopping hole. “Oh shit,” she gasped, feeling herself throbbing all the way from her slit to her balls. “That’s… so fucking tight, you have no idea,” she said, already panting in a huff. She wrapped her arm around Nidalee’s shoulders and humped her way deeper, the cat was so hard that she could just push all the way in without a care in the world. “You should really try this. I bet your dick is more than small enough to fit in someone else’s,” she sneered, lightly headbutting her enemy, enough to make a satisfying thunk. Nidalee just groaned, her cock turning purple, her balls aching at the abuse. Vi gritted her teeth and pushed deeper, deeper… deeper. “Self-lubricating, too…” Vi whispered. She was kind of losing her train of thought, balls-deep in Nidalee’s dick. She could feel her throbbing too, and it was wonderful.
 
It was awkward, humping her shaft down Nidalee’s prick. It was far too tight to be purely pleasurable, but with every thrust Nidalee stretched a little more, gaped a little more, until she was convinced that she was about to wet herself. The pressure on her organs was too great, and she’d been pushed so far… And with the gag in her mouth, she was trapped in her own head. “End it,” she thought, “Cum inside me and then just end it, so I can come back on the fountain and forget all of this…”
 
Vi hissed, roughly thrusting deeper, hard enough to finally penetrate past Nidalee’s dick and into her body proper, feeling her mushroomed head suddenly pop out in the gooey flesh inside. “Christ!” she swore, “This feels amazing!” Nidalee just moaned, drooling, her eyes rolling back from the pain. She let out a long, low groan, a vibration that travelled through her entire body and into Vi’s dick, a tiny little vibration that pushed her over the edge.
 
“Aaaaaaaah!” she cried, throwing back her head and shuddering from head to toe. Her orgasm was unlike any she’d experienced in her entire life, her cock rammed down such a tight hole that it practically felt like her dick was gonna explode… and, she thought, if my dick feels like that, just imagine how the kitty-cat here is doing…
 
Cum squirted out of her tip, filling Nidalee from the outside in, Vi’s cum swirling into her tender innards and gushing into places it shouldn’t go. Nidalee felt a gush entering her balls, felt them swell, felt them warm up as Vi’s cum practically fought with her own for possession of her testicles. Her dick was completely broken, not even throbbing at this point, completely soft, a nice tender cocksleeve for Vi’s bigger dick. She struggled against her bindings one last feeble time before passing out, slumping in the cords and going limp. Vi continued to hump, filling her balls with her superior seed, leaving them angry-red and twice the size they should be. With a long, careful pull and lots of wiggling, she managed to get her erection out of Nidalee’s dick, which flopped down against her balls like an old ruined sock. She was absolutely gaping, it almost looked like her dick was begging to be penetrated again…
 
At last, Vi undid the knots, letting Nidalee fall to the ground in a sweaty lump. She groaned, unconscious, and Vi blew her a kiss. “I’ll leave you just like you left Caitlyn,” she said, satisfied in the way she’d taken care of her lover’s rapist. She didn’t bother to untie Nidalee’s arms or legs, and she knew that she’d be too weak to transform into the magical cougar… She smirked as she thought of Nidalee waking up and limping, hopping her way back to the fountain… joyful.
 
It was hours before she actually woke up. The match had long-since been decided, in favor of Vi’s team of course. Nidalee was completely defeated, unlike any champion had ever been before. Her mind was spinning, her body was numb; it felt like her cock was going to be permanently gaping an inch wide. Her partners would laugh at her. Janna would ask what happened. Vi would smirk every time they saw each other from here on out…
 
* * *
 
It'd been one week since the match. Nidalee slept fitfully, flat-out refusing to attend events. After she explained herself to the Summoner's Council, red-faced, her absence was officially announced to be due to bugs.
 
But what she hadn't told them is that she wasn't exactly taking time off to recover. 
 
It was difficult to sleep. The simple fact is, when your dick is a foot long, you end up playing with it a lot as you try to sleep. And having a gaping hole where your piss-slit once was is an invitation for fooling around. Nidalee bit her lip as she slid her fingers in and out of her tender hole, fingerfucking herself like a horny female would. It was so embarrassing, but it felt so, so good. On the table beside her nightstand there was a small picture of Vi, wearing her police outfit, and Nidalee masturbated herself to climax staring at her, fantasizing more about having Vi rape her cock. She still considered herself to be a strong woman, a woman who didn't need anyone, but… it just felt so good ♥
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 