Chapter 1 - Ezreal meets a Flower (Zyra)

Zyra tried to cuck Ezreal, by using tentacles on Neeko. That didn’t work out, so she tried to cuck Neeko by breaking Ezreal. That didn’t work out either.


Somewhere down the line, Zyra gets dominated by Ezreal instead.


Funny how that works.

A/N: We jump into the smut a lot faster this chapter, but theres still the same amount of smut compared to the previous one.

Tags: Transformation [M to Futa][Human to Vastayan], [Tentacles], [Dubcon] to [Consensual][Consentacles], [Rough Femdom][Lesbian][Threesome][Futa/F/F], [Yet more Impreg][Aphrodisiac][Mindbreak][Mind Save], [Happy ending] 


***


Ezreal and Neeko had enjoyed the feast Nidalee and her pack brought back, celebrating their apparent ‘marriage’ with a weeks worth of food and sex. Though just purely lesbian stuff. Neeko didn’t let him use his cock inside her when they had fun, citing that she still really wasn’t into that. 


The blonde dragon was alright with that. What Ezreal wasn’t alright with was Neeko’s constant attempts to have her lay with other women. Neeko had not so subtly brought it up a few times, and Ezreal was convinced it was the chameleon girl’s kink, but sher really wanted Ezreal to fuck and cum inside other women while she watched.


Ezreal would only give maybes, or would ignore it completely. 


But it was getting worse.


Neeko had found a woman, someone named Mariah, and got her talking with Ezreal. The chameleon then blurted out, after they’d talked for a little under thirty minutes, that it would be hot if Neeko and Ezreal made out in front of her.


Needless to say, Mariah had run off very flustered.


It wasn’t all embarrassment though. Ezreal had learned how to revert to her male form, but the first few lessons were a mess of draconic features.


Though she managed to shapeshift without any complications in the end. It was when she could successfully manage it whenever she willed, she had decided the faster she left the encampment, the faster Neeko would stop shoving women in front of her.


“I’m sleepy Ezzy,” Neeko yawned.


That didn’t stop Neeko complaining.


Ezreal sighed, currently in his male form. He needed to get as much practice as he could, and found that he could hold the form in his sleep. 


He was just that good.


“Alright,” Ezreal smiled at Neeko, the girl rubbing her eyes and quietly yawning, “we can set up camp now. I’m getting tired too.”


“Too tired for some fun?” Neeko grinned cheekily, wrapping her arms around Ezreal.


“We probably shouldn’t do that kinda thing tonight,” Ezreal flushed, scratching his cheek, “I mean, it’d be fun. But we don’t need to attract any predators to the camp. I’d like to sleep.”


“Humm,” Neeko pouted. Ezreal gave her an apologetic look, and she rolled her eyes, “Alright.”


“I’ll sleep as a woman tonight, if you want.” Ezreal offered.


Neeko grinned, “Neeko would love that!”


Ezreal rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face.


“Alright, I’ll set up camp. You wanna help?”


“Uh,” Neeko looked away, poking her fingers against one another, “Neeko needs a private minute or two.”


Ezreal gave a knowing hum, “go on then.”


“Neeko will be back!” 


He chuckled, shaking his head and looking up to the crescent moon above the trees. It wasn’t too late into the night, all things considered, but it was late enough for the bedroll to be pulled out. 


It would take time for them to get to Shurima, from where they were. He knew of an outskirts town, between the border of Kumungu Jungles and Shurima, and would make a stop there for supplies.
He’d thought to just teleport there, but long distance teleportation with his new body was something he was hesitant to do. Even with the short jumps, sometimes he’d appear a few feet up in the air, or reappear face fist into the dirt, or on his back.


He dreaded to think about what would happen if he’d teleport long distance, appearing in the upper atmosphere was something he didn’t need in his life.


There was a temple in Shurima, Ezreal wasn’t sure what it was for, but it was just north of the ancient Icathian border. Somewhere all adventurers and explorers were warned never to go, because of the remnants of void entities that still lingered. They told stories of how even looking at one of those things would turn anyone insane.


Ezreal liked the sound of the danger, and wanted to visit the temple for any fun treasures that he could pawn off to the highest bidder.


Which was his little in-joke about selling it off to the museum.


The only big problem was, he had no idea where the temple was. He did know someone in Shurima that had connections, though, and if they knew someone, then Ezreal would find them, ask ‘em how much they wanted so that he could get a guide to the temple.


Then Ezreal would come out with the treasure, the guide would threaten Ezreal’s life for the treasure, then Ezreal would kick their ass and get his money back.


Everyone wins!


Ezreal chuckled and opened up his pack, and got to work, pulling out his tent supplies and bedroll, unaware of the vines slithering toward him.


***


Neeko sighed, her business finished. She made her way back to Ezreal, wondering if she’d turned back into a woman. She was really in the mood to play with those big boobs. 


Though, to be fair to herself, she was always in the mood to play with big boobs. Sometimes, if she was desperate enough, she’d shiftshape into a busty woman just to play around. She felt back, and it was very perverse of her to use other peoples forms for entertainment.


‘But it’s so much fun.’ Neeko argued back to the judgemental part of her brain.


Neeko cried out as she fell over, and rolled onto her back in a panic as her clothes were taken off her methodically. Not torn off, but slipped off her body as if it was a practiced motion. The chameleon girl was lifted to her feet, and she bit her lip as she saw her assailers, which came in the form of emerald green vines. 


Neeko squeaked as five smooth vines shot out from the forest floor, all coated in an oily substance. Two curled around Neeko’s thick thighs, both with small, circular holes leaking a translucent liquid, leaving a cool trail toward her sex. Neeko struggled to get her legs out, and waved her arms around to tear them off. She was stopped by two other vines, wrapped around her arms, circling her arms until they reached her breasts. Neeko gasped as they opened up like wet mouths, and began sucking at her nipples.


Neeko writhed, grunting from the pleasure beginning to course through her body. One of the vines began rubbing its head back and forth at her slit, while the other did the same between her ass cheeks.


Neeko shook her head, “Get off of m— Mmf!’


The last tentacle dove into her mouth, and Neeko was kind of glad she lacked a gag reflex. She was less glad about whatever substance it was pouring into her mouth, and dumping down her oesophagus. 


Neeko choked and winced, trying to force this thing out of her body, with limited success. Her thighs and arms flexed uselessly as her body was used against her will. Though, she didn’t hate it exactly. She was feeling a bit horny, and this showed a great opportunity to let out some stress.


‘Just act if the vines try to kill me. No harm in some pleasure.’ Neeko slowed herself, no longer trying to fight back, and found the tentacles loosened themselves around her limbs, and the one in her mouth pulled back to rest in her mouth, still spurting out liquid in a steady stream. 


Neeko drank it down willingly, hoping that it wasn’t a weird poison, but if it were, it probably didn’t mean anything now, considering half a litre was resting in her stomach. It tasted sweet though, like honey, and it made her feel warm.


Hot, actually. Hot near her—


‘Oh. It’s an aphrodisiac,’ Neeko lapped out the tentacle in her mouth eagerly, ‘This’ll be fun.’


She sucked at the tentacle like it was a delicious candy. It was far better than Ezreal’s semen stuff, though she wasn’t into that in the first place, so that was an unfair comparison.


Neeko closed her eyes, letting the tentacles rub back and forth, groaning lowly as the one at her front rubbed at her clit.


“What foolish creature steps in my land today?”


Neeko jumped at the sudden feminine voice, a strange deep reverb behind it. She twisted her head, the vine following her, thankfully not diving down her throat again. Her eyes widened, finding a heartstopping beauty approaching her in the darkness. Her skin was a creamy colour, but most of her body was covered in red and green leaves. Neeko wasn’t sure if her arms and legs were covered in green leaves, with the occasional red peeking out, or if they were made of actual plants.


“Ah, a little Vastaya has lost her way,” the woman mocked, “and she isn’t fighting my lovelies. My, aren’t you lewd one.”


Neeko moaned around the vine, eyes widening as both the vines at her lower holes pushed forward, slowly entering her body simultaneously.


“Let’s reward you, little Vastaya.” The woman crooned, running her hands through Neeko’s hair.


Both vines slowly, and gently pushed back and forth inside her, the liquid being released her lubricating her insides. Making her feel squishy. It was nice, but a bit weird. Her stomach felt really full though, and Neeko let the liquid drip out of her lips.


“Ah, full are we?” 


The tentacle left her mouth, letting Neeko cough out the sweet stuff.


“Who are—”


“You may call me Zyra. But soon,” Zyra smiled, “But soon, you will know me as your breeder.”


And that was the moment Neeko decided to panic.


Just as her muscles locked up, her Sho’ma coalescing to attack, the vines tightened up, leaving red marks against her skin, and the tentacles inside her increased their pace.


“Neeko is already—”


“To this little blonde boy, right?” Zyra interrupted smugly, gesturing in the darkness for vines to bring over a wrapped up Ezreal, mumbling and struggling against far thornier vines.


“How cute! But, I don’t need your front hole. You can keep that one,” Zyra reared her hand back and slapped against Neeko’s ass, making the chameleon lock up as pain pierced her pleasure soaked body. Zyra laughed, “this one though.”


Then Neeko decided it was no longer the moment to panic.


“Oh. Good.”


Zyra did a double take, “What?”


“Well,” Neeko grinned, “Neeko assumes it’ll be a fast breed with her back door, right?”


“Yes?” Zyra answered and asked, “I just need your body to make the seedlings faster, then you deposit them after they’re settled in your body, infused with you mana.”


“Ah! Okay,” Neeko nodded looking over to Ezreal, “Is that okay, Ezzy?”


The blonde, without much room to move, gave the thumbs up shakily, grunting out something that sounded like ‘it’s cool’.


“A little unorthodox,” Zyra mumbled, looking back and forward between the couple, “I was hoping for screams of despair, your mind would break and, maybe later on, you’d renounce your relationship with him?”


Neeko chuckled at the thought. Sure, it was fun getting penetrated by something that wasn't a penis, but if Zyra really wanted to make an effort at ‘breaking’ Neeko, then she’d better bring her crotch over to her lips. That’s what Neeko could do right now.


This vine fucking her holes was more like she was masturbating, and someone else was using long dildos, spearing her at a steady, rhytmic pace. A shame they weren’t even thick ones, Neeko really liked to stretch. 
This was kinda boring. In fact, the aphrodisiac was probably doing more for Neeko, compared to the vines. Neeko hummed, loving that hot feeling spreading through her stomach to the rest of her body, slowing her thoughts down slightly as she relished in the heat.


Neeko gave Zyra a teasing smirk, her tongue running over her lips.


“Oh, these are very good, so much better than Ezzy,” Neeko drawled with sarcasm, trying to encourage the vines to move faster, “Guess I’ll just have to stay here forever.”


“Are you mocking me?” Zyra growled, gesturing to her vines, and Neeko whined as they upped the pace, where one tentacle sunk into her ass, the one in her cunt was pulled out, and vice versa.


Zyra peeled off the leaves on her breasts and crotch, pulling Neeko’s head down to bend over, stuffing her face against Zyra’s perfect, untouched slit.


“No,” Neeko gasped, enjoying how the vines thrusted in and out as deep as they could. She eyed the smooth pussy in front of her with a needy look, her mouth feeling awfully dry “Neeko would never.”


Zyra pulled the chameleon girl forward, shoving her noisy mouth into her cunt. The thorned woman shuddered, a small sigh left her lips as Neeko eagerly got to work.


The vastayashai-rei immediately ran the flat of her tongue back and forth between Zyra’s lips, tasting a sweet flavour, akin to that of the tentacle in her mouth. Zyra ran her fingers through Neeko’s hair.


“I’ve never had the luxury of a willing victim before,” Zyra groaned, running one of her hands down Neeko’s back, then bringing it back up with her nails digging into the skin, leaving red marks on her skin, “Let alone two willing victims.”


Neeko shivered, gasping out a sigh. The vines at her nipples began to pull and suck at her nipples in tandem, and Zyra dug her fingers into Neeko’s purple locks, pulling her back into to tongue her wet petals.


Neeko grinned, diving her lithe tongue into Zyra’s depths, lapping up as much of that sweet juice as she could. If Neeko could, she’d bring her hands up to grip Zyra’s ass, squeezing and rolling that delicious fat between her fingers, and pushing her own head up into Zyra’s pristine cunt.


“Yes. Yes just like that. Yes.” Zyra shivered, whispering out her aroused approvals. Neeko kept her tongue inside the plant lady, shifting her head up to run the flat of her tongue on Zyra’s  exposed clit. Zyra gasped aloud, then held her breath, gripping Neeko’s hair painfully as her thighs shook, pleasure coursing through her in a quiet orgasm.


‘She cums so quietly. How cute!’ Neeko continued writhing her tongue inside the thorned woman, drinking up her cum with gusto. Zyra took heavy breaths, giving Neeko a small pat of the head.


“You’re a lost cause,” Zyra sighed happily, stepping away from Neeko, and let her vines have their way with the chameleon girl. Zyra looked over to Ezreal, smirking at the small bulge in his pants, “Well, there is something I could do with him though.”


Ezreal gasped as the tentacle between his teeth was released, shaking his head and licking his dry lips. Zyra took slow, sultry steps toward the blonde, rolling her hips and exaggerating the jiggle of her thick thighs. She placed both of her hands on her inner thighs, slowly trailing them up to her breasts, giving Ezreal a shaky sigh of pleasure as she took her nipples in each hand, using them to lift her breasts into the air.


“Hey, um,” Ezreal struggled to keep his eyes on the plant lady’s own, flicking between her leaking pussy, her large breasts, and occasionally staring into her eyes with flustered cheeks. He continued, “please don’t tell me you’re gonna do that whole breeding thing to me, yeah?” he laughed nervously.


Zyra smirked, twisting her hand in the air, making the vines around his legs pull off his shoes and clothes. Ezreal made a small squeaking noise, as his semi-erect cock flopped out. He gasped out as Zyra took his cock between her fingers, jerking it back and forth roughly.


“Nothing all that special. About five inches,” Zyra inspected, pumping it faster and faster, “How would any woman be impressed by it? Especially the pervert over there, taking at least eight inches in both holes.”


“Urgh, c’mon it’s five and a half.” Ezreal grunted, jerking his hips as much as he could to get as much stimulation as he could.


“Wow, very impressive,” Zyra deadpanned, “I am in awe.”



Neeko laughed in the background, which was quickly silenced by a vine going down her throat, fucking it with the same intensity as the others in her lower holes.


“Hey, no need to be rude,” Ezreal bit back, wincing as Zyra’s hand tightened. She flexed her wrist, enjoying the pumping of his valuable blood underneath her fingers, watching as precum began to ooze from the head. Ezreal grunted, “Why are you doing this?”


“I need more seedlings.” Was Zyra’s simple answer, bringing her hand up and urging a vine to grow from it. Ezreal shook his head, another nervous chuckle from his lips, followed by a groan of pleasure, his hips flexing forward a bit more.


“Yeah, Neeko’s over there,” Ezreal bit his lip, his orgasm steadily approaching, “I meant why are you doing this to me?”


“Ah, to break your mind.” Zyra flashed her teeth in a wide smile, upping her jerking speed, letting his foreskin fold over his head over and over, rubbing a thumb against his glans with every pump of his small cock. Ezreal gulped, gasping out, his body shaking, with an equally shaky smile.


“Well, that’s ominous.” He joked, biting his lip harder, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Zyra shook her head, letting go of it before he had a chance of dripping out his human seed onto her hand.


“With this.” Zyra laughed, a plant growing from her arm and snapping off. It was an extremely thin vine, and it writhed about in her hand like a worm.


“Um?”


Zyra grinned bringing her hand down to Ezreal’s erect shaft.


“Wait, I think I’m starting to get the jist of— AH!” Ezreal cried out, his body curling forward as the vine slithered into her urethra.


“Oh, don’t worry. It won’t hurt for long.”


Ezreal struggled, watching with wide, fearful eyes as the vine wriggled further into his already sensitive member. He expected pain at the least, but his fearful eyes struggled to stay open as pleasure overtook his body. Zyra was right, it didn’t hurt him at all. In fact, it felt really good. The tentacle writhed inside him, coaxing out pleasure that overtook his body. Ezreal bucked forward, clenching his teeth as an orgasm washed over him. But nothing came out.


“Wha— hnn!” Ezreal locked his body up again, his eyes flickering and a grimace on his face, “Cumming! But it’s not—!”


“I call it the Denier,” Zyra whispered into his ear, giving it a small lick, earning a shiver from the blonde explorer. Ezreal’s body shuddered, another orgasm washing over him, with no success. Zyra chuckled, teasing his ear a little more, running her hand down to wrap her fingers around his cock, sending him into overdrive. His eyes rolled up, thrusting his hips uselessly into her tight fingers, moaning and gasping as orgasm after orgasm washed over him.


“I’ve tested it on many human and vastaya men in the past,” Zyra husked, giving his ear another long lick, “All have died from the pleasure overloading their system.”


She bit into his ear. Ezreal cried out, his body shaking violently as another orgasm washed through his body, with no result.


“Nnnot again!”


Zyra giggled, kissing and licking his cheek, watching his cute reactions with glee. She enjoyed it when her victims lost themselves, and it seemed Ezreal was far easier than Neeko. Which was strange, because Zyra usually started off with the woman to watch the men fall apart without doing a thing.


‘Seems I have to work a bit harder with these two,’ Zyra licked her lips, an excited, predatory smile on her lips, ‘not that I’m complaining.’


She released the blonde boy, making her way back to the vastaya. It was her turn to lose her mind to Zyra’s plants.


“Neeko!” Ezreal bit out, cumming his mind out as saliva fell out his hung lips.


“Oh she’s very preoccupied at the moment.” Zyra grinned, ignoring the gasps and groans from the blonde explorer. Neeko had all of her holes stuffed with tentacles, the one in her back door slowly slithering out, and a large stream of lubricant came streaming out.


“You’re all ready, my little breeding bitch.” Zyra whispered, licking Neeko’s ear, and rolling her hands down the chameleon’s stomach. Neeko moaned, her eyes slightly vacant, the aphrodisiac sending her mind into a haze of pleasure.


A larger, thicker tentacle came from the ground, snaking upward. Zyra cooed, taking both of Neeko’s ass cheeks and exposing that fleshy ring.


“Give me some strong seedlings.” 


Neeko moaned around the tentacle in her mouth, pumping more aphrodisiac into her full stomach, bubbling out of her nose. Her amber eyes rolled into the back of her head as her ass was filled out by a wrist thick tentacle, pumping in and out of her anus. 


“Can’t… cum!” Ezreal groaned out behind her, sounding a little higher pitched. Zyra laughed, not paying the boy any attention. He must’ve been more feminine than she thought.


The vine in Neeko’s ass pumped in and out, Zyra trailed around the chameleon girl, and pressed her hand against her stomach, and closed her eyes.


There was a presence of a soul in there, no doubt the child that Neeko and the boy had made. Technically it was a collection of two people’s mana, forming together to create its own, individual self. Like a blank slate, but it wouldn’t turn into an individual soul until very, very late in the gestation process, usually when it’s ready to be born. Technically, it wasn’t even alive.


Zyra wouldn’t hurt it. It would be hypocritical to hurt another child, when she couldn’t stand when someone would harm hers.


Zyra pushed past that small presence, and found her little lovelies being deposited, and pushed further into the chameleon girl. She’d done this to a number of women in the past, and when they returned home, they’d spread her seedlings back toward their homes, spreading her territory further and further.


The thorned woman felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, she gasped as strong arms curled under her shoulders and lifted. Her feet swung uselessly off the floor. She tried to command her plants, but her hands were quickly stolen by Ezreal’s claws, and pulled her up further. 


‘Claws?’ Zyra blinked, staring at the golden scales on the human’s(?) hand.


“Need to cum,” he growled in her ear, his voice strangely far more feminine than before.


Zyra turned her head, gesturing for her vines to take the blonde once more, but froze upon feeling large, cushiony breasts press into her back. She stared at Ezreal’s female, draconic form, eyes wide with fear. She felt a presence between her thighs, pushing between them to reveal her penis.


Though, calling it a penis was a disservice. It was a foot long beast of a cock, and was easily thicker than her fist. It had turned to an angry red, the Denier plant struggled to hold back his, her, continuous orgasm. Zyra was in a state of shock, unable to comprehend how the little boy was now holding her up like she weighed nothing.


“Cum inside.” Ezreal mindlessly growled, and maneuvered the thorned woman like a toy, shifting her scaly arms under Zyra’s knees, and lifted her up until leaf-covered thighs were pressed against her chest. Her feet dangled in the air, her arms curled behind Ezreal’s head for support, unable to think or tear her eyes away from that huge cock sawing back and forth her wet pussy, drawing whimpers and groans from the plant woman.


Then, that menacing member lined up with her sopping cunt, and that’s when shock turned to panic. She tried to gesture for her plants to restrain the blonde behind her. 


But it was too late.


Zyra’s scream came out as a choked cry, her eyes rolling up as the full length of that huge, veiny cock speared her juicy cunt in less than a second. Her stomach visibly bulged outward, her plant body distending to accommodate his breeding tool.


“Breed.” Was the only warning Zyra got before her body was used as the blondes personal pleasure sleeve. She was thrusted into with wild abandon, no rhyme or reason for that bitch breaker. She felt her sanity slip with every body breaking thrust. She couldn’t command her vines anymore, the Vastaya managed to fall to the floor as the vines receded.


Zyra growled as her seedlings plopped to the floor uselessly from Neeko’s gaping hole. She didn’t even manage to properly seed the perverted chameleon, much less keep a connection to any of the larger plants. 


There was one plant she could keep ordering, though.


Zyra connected with the Denier plant, encouraging it to writhe and cause as much pain as it could. If she could make Ezreal pass out, then she’d be fine.


“Rargh!” Ezreal shook, upping her pace. Zyra bit her lip hard, failing to hold back her deep groans, her eyes wide and flickering, and ass already felt raw and abused from the audible claps when she met Ezreal’s hips. For a moment, Zyra lost her thoughts, an orgasm wrecked her body and mind from the untamed beast rutting inside her. 


‘Just outlast him— her. Just outlast her. Just outlast her.’ Zyra repeated over and over, keeping her link with the Denier. But with every writhing motion she made it perform, the harder she was thrown up and down that monstrous cock, her pussy squelching as her juices gushed to her forest floor.


“Cum! Can’t cum, need to cum!” Ezreal kept growling into her elfen ear. Zyra looked down at her ruined stomach, a huge bulge rutting into her body over and over again. Her legs shook violently, Ezreal’s arms locking them in, keeping Zyra secure, as another orgasm tore through her body.


Zyra made the vine bulge, twist around, do anything to overwhelm the blonde’s body with pain. With no chance of success in sight. There was just this golden energy coalescing around the vine getting in the way and-


Zyra’s eyes widened comically. The Denier was being disintegrated by Ezreal's arcane energy, like white blood cells ate away at bacteria. 


In any other circumstance, that would have been fine. There was only one, huge problem though, and it wasn’t Ezreal’s cock gouging her insides out. Her mental connection with the vine meant that, when it dissolved, her brain would fry out.


She tried to snap the connection, but every body-shaking thrust disrupted what should’ve been a simple disconnection spell. 


“Shtop! Shtop! Pleash shtop!” Zyra begged, thrashing her body, doing her best to wrench her mind away from the failing Denier.


Her thrashing yielded results, her legs dropped down, uselessly dangling as it didn’t stop Ezreal’s ferocious rutting. Only making their mating even louder, as her thighs were slapped by Ezreal’s own. She soon lost her ability to move them, and could only watch with horror as her body became unresponsive to her command. She couldn’t move, she could only grit her teeth, fear filling her mind, which was then steadily being emptied of thought.


“Pleash, no more.” Zyra whimpered, the last thing she managed to get out before a golden, scaled hand wrapped around her throat, the other wrapping around her waist, her pussy squirted, an orgasm fizzling her brain, but she couldn’t even shiver or gasp to express her intense ejaculation. Unable to breathe, or move or even think. His cock still ramming inside her.


Zyra tried to keep her eyes open, but the lack of oxygen meant her barely-functioning brain began to shut down. Her Denier vine was halfway to disintegration, unable to move anymore as more energy coalesced. Zyra’s eyes flickered, her mind almost lost to her, and darkness swooping in. Her last thoughts of the pleasure dominating her body.


***


Zyra opened her eyes. The darkness surrounding her entirely, and yet she could see her own arms and body, as though there were light on her, without a source. She was floating about in her own mind, it seemed. 


Zyra felt a chill run through her incorporeal self. Despair rushing through her mind as it was slowly destroyed from the inside.


‘Is this it?’ She curled into a ball. It was her fault she was here in the first place. Taking too much interest in the human reproductive system, wanting to know if she could use it to her advantage.


“Hello.”


Zyra unlocked her body and spun herself around, finding the timid blonde boy. The form Ezreal took before becoming a draconic she-beast.


“What, have you come here to gloat? Take the last vestiges of my dignity away before you literally fuck the life out of me?” Zyra snarled, her body shaking as tears formed in her dreamlike state.


The boy shook his head, floating over to her, his body glowed a golden energy. He held out his arms, kind cerulean eyes and a smile on his face.


“I’m here to save you,” He gently floated closer, his hands nearly passing Zyra’s shoulders, “My conscious self doesn’t know she's killing you. I’m here to make sure you’ll live.”


Zyra growled, taking a step back.


“More like you’ll change me by inserting your soul into mine!” She barked, “I won’t accept your help.”


He shook his head gently again, lowering his arms.


“It’s your choice. But I promise, I’ll never change your soul without asking. Never.”


Zyra eyed him suspiciously, but could feel her own consciousness wavering. If she did nothing, she was going to be transformed into nothing more than a potted plant. If she trusted him, then she may be turned into his breeding bitch.


‘It’d be better than dying.’ She reasoned, her features softened, looking into the golden boy’s honest and soft eyes.


“Save me,” Zyra opened her arms out, embracing the boy as he hugged her, “Please—”


***


“—Pleash fhuck me!” Zyra slurred, her eyes opened with a flash, then rolled up as an orgasm hit her like a felled tree. Her face was smothered into the forest floor, Ezreal’s cock pulsing inside her from behind. Her body was fully laid down, Ezreal’s arms on either side of her chest, hands curling up to continue choking her out as he delved his cock into her welcoming pussy.


Zyra could feel those claws around her neck, occasionally tightening until she couldn’t breath, which was strangely intensifying the pleasure coursing through her body. The Denier had all but been destroyed, but she could still think. She was still her, the subconscious of Ezreal’s soul was true to his word.


But she felt something within her. Like her soul was covered with a layer of his, binding it together like rope, instead of filling it up and replacing it. Zyra moaned under Ezreal’s physical warmth, and the warmth of her golden soul. It was a support line, there to keep her soul and mind from falling apart. She was literally being held together by the person she tried to mentally break. 


‘What is this feeling inside me?’ Zyra’s heart ached, and she turned her head as much as she could, moaning wantonly as that cock continued to destroy her, meeting the feral gaze of those cerulean eyes. 


There was still a kindness in them, signs of a gentle lover. Zyra licked her lips, then opened them to a lewd circle, her tongue sticking out and wagging in the air. Zyra placed her hands on the back of Ezreal’s head, and tried to lean in closer, offering her mouth to her breeder.


Zyra swore she nearly passed out again as Ezreal aggressively stole her lips in a dominating kiss. The blondes tongue cleaning out Zyra’s open mouth, running over her cheeks and coiling around Zyra’s smaller tongue. Zyra could barely keep an eye open, her airways effectively blocked on two different fronts. Overloading her, still sane, brain with a lack of oxygen and pleasure.


Ezreal pulled out of her tight cunt, leaving it gaping slightly. Zyra shivered from the sudden exit, her body shaking as the last vestiges of pleasure fucked her brain. She took in gasping breaths of air as she was shoved away from the kiss, her neck sporting a purple bruise from one side to the other.


That wasn’t to say she was spared of the blonde's savagery as Ezreal placed her on the ground, letting her feet stabilize. She was quickly, and forcefully, spun around, her dazed eyes struggled to keep up with the turning world around her. She yelped, as she fell, but didn’t land on the floor, instead, she was gently placed on the ground. 


Zyra met her breeder’s eyes, still consumed with lust and desire, and yet, Ezreal still had the mental capacity to not treat Zyra cruelly. Zyra smiled cutely, a curled hand brought up to cover her mouth.


She shivered as her legs were taken by those scaly hands, pulling them upward, then split apart by the ankles, revealing her ruined, puffy pussy in all it’s pleasurable devastation. Ezreal released her ankles and creeped between her open legs, and sawed his shaft over her sensitive lips, until the angry, purple cockhead proudly flexed over her sternum. 


Zrya shivered, her eyes trailing up and down that mammoth cock that wrecked her once pristine pussy. Ezreal grunted, and a golden liquid spurted from his cock slit. Zyra swore she came, groaning and biting her finger, seeing the remnants of her Denier vine spill onto her stomach.


Ezreal was glaring into her eyes, a deep, angry frown on her thick lips. Zyra understood the message, it was a warning to her that Zyra won’t win. Not against that cock.


‘That was going to be my brain,’ Zyra bit her finger harder as she stared into that beast of a woman with depraved eyes. She shivered under the gaze of those hard, unforgiving eyes of the blonde dragon, ‘She could’ve turned my brain into mulch.’


But she didn’t. She made an effort not to. To spare Zyra from that fate.


Zyra’s feet slowly came up to lock around Ezreal’s waist, moaning as she sawed her dick back and forth to press that fat cock against her sopping slit.


“Breed me.” Zyra whined. 


Ezreal grinned madly, and thrust forward, a foot long cock filled Zyra back up. Completing her. Zyra’s eyes struggled to stay open, her mouth transformed into a happy, silent scream The golden dragon didn’t move, only her cock was pulsing inside her body.


That’s when Zyra felt it. Ropes of semen blasted into her womb, and Zyra lost her mind. Screaming out obscenities as the dragon impregnated her. Each rope of cum came out in thick, viscous spurts, and every flex and pulse of that cock sent, what felt like, litres of baby batter into her.


Zyra looked between two sets of breasts, her own looking small compared to Ezreal’s and her eyes widened upon finding her belly had swelled to fit each drop of semen. Ezreal growled, pulling his hips back.


“Breed you!” Ezreal snarled, grabbing either side of Zyra’s head with rough hands, and shoved his tongue down her throat, Ezreal’s mouth completely taking in Zyra’s lips.


And then really started to fuck her.


“Ymm!” Zyra's muffled scream echoed into her chest, her fingers and heels dug into the blonde’s back, feeling that huge cock drill into her. More cum spurted out of Ezreal’s cock, her belly stretched out to accommodate all of that spunk.


Ezreal sucked Zyra’s lips until they felt numb, her tongue diving down her throat like it was its own cock. Zyra shuddered and writhed under her breeder's body, her ass getting crushed into the floor, her head and mouth utterly dominated by the blonde’s hands and tongue. 


Soon enough, Zyra’s body was at capacity, cum spurting out in viscious squelches from her thoroughly abused cunt, soaking both of their thighs and stomachs with that chunky baby batter, and coating the floor with seed.


Zyra’s mouth felt different though. Her lips felt fatter, more juicy between Ezreal’s lips. It wasn’t a kiss at all, no matter how much Zyra relished in her throat being cleaned out, instead there was a presence in her lips she couldn’t ignore.


With a gurgle from Zyra, Ezreal extracted herself from Zyra’s mouth, grinning wildly as she pumped more and more cum inside Zyra, going on for nearly two minutes. 


Zyra, on the other hand, was far more aware of the changes on her face. Her lips had become fatter, more so than Ezreal’s own thick lips, and more than that, they felt like they were in a permanent pouty state, like she was going in for a kiss.


Before Zyra could really comprehend this change, she was pulled up by her crimson hair, turning her head to meet the face of an obnoxiously smug chameleon girl.


“Hoisted by your own vine, huh, Zyra?” Neeko mockingly laughed, “Is interesting to see Ezreal change someone else. Maybe Neeko should investigate later?”


“What did he-” Zyra froze up, every time her new lips moved, it felt like pure pleasure was surging into her brain, which made matters worse because Ezreal was still fucking more of that thick cum into her overstuffed womb. 


“Oh? Can’t plant lady talk without cumming her stupid brains out?” Neeko grinned, slapping Ezreal’s claws away to steal Zyra’s head with her own green fingers.


Zyra moaned, and thrashed her body wildly as each moan vibrated her lips, only making more moans spill out. A tortuous cycle that she absolutely loved.


“Let Neeko give your new features a taste.” 


Neeko stole Zyra’s fat lips, slowly sliding her thin, dextrous tongue over her cock-suckers. Zyra blinked, finding it strange to use that term. But it felt right. She quickly moaned and reciprocated the kiss, enjoying the fact that Neeko’s tongue needed to travel an inch past her fat cock-suckers before meeting her own, thin tongue.


Zyra found it harder to think with every body-shaking thrust in her stuffed cunt, and every lip curl from Neeko. The chameleon's tiny lips barely covered her beestung lips, but each time Neeko pushed and prodded sent electricity through her spine.


Her head was dropped to the forest floor with a groan, and she whined as Ezreal hilted inside her, clearly too tired to keep moving, and rested her blonde head between Zyra’s sweaty boobs.


Neeko lifted her head up again, only meeting Neeko's own wet slit on display, instead of the chameleon's eyes. Zyra leaned forward, kissing and lapping away at Neeko’s pussy, delighting in the electricity that coursed through her new lips.


“You tried to breed Neeko, and said that I would call you breeder,” Neeko rolled her hips, curling a leg around Zyra’s head, pushing crimson lips into her crotch further, “My mate broke you in minutes, and now you are going to call her breeder.”


‘She’s right.’ Zyra groaned at the mental admission, eyes rolling up to meet Neeko’s smug face. That thick, veiny cock destroying her body had won. She’d lost to that amazing cock, still embedded within her, but no longer pulsing. Still, that slowly softening cock disintegrated the Denier, and fucked into her litres of cum straight into her beaten womb.


Zyra came again, her eyes flickering in and out of consciousness as she kissed and sucked Neeko’s clit.


Neeko groaned happily, releasing Zyra’s head and taking her time breathing. Zyra dropped her head down, her cheek rubbing into the forest floor as exhaustion covered her like a blanket.


Ezreal was rolled off Zyra’s body, Neeko taking his place, rubbing her own needy slit against Zyra’s aching, ruined hole, cum leaking out from her swollen womb. Zyra weakly groaned, bringing her fingers up to ghost across her fat lips, shivering at the unnatural pleasure she felt.


“Ezreal never fucked a non-Vastayan. Maybe transformation affects others that do not change shape?” Neeko hummed thoughtfully, her fingers gently crawling up Zyra’s sides, taking handfuls of her breasts.


“What are you doing?” Zyra groggily asked, moving her head to meet Neeko’s lewd gaze. She winced as her loose pussy was ground into a bit harder, and her nipples tightly held between Neeko’s fingers.


“Do not ask Neeko questions,” Neeko smiled sweetly, leaning forward to glare into Zyra’s eyes, “Just listen to Neeko.”


Zyra gulped, nodding slowly. 


“Neeko is tempted to kill Zyra for hurting Ezreal.” Neeko’s smile turned feral, her teeth bared and her eyes wide with excitement. Zyra shivered, weakly moaning and gripping the ground beneath her.


“Neeko should. You took Neeko without asking, that is a very bad thing to do,” Neeko growled, taking the flat of her palms against Zyra’s breasts and squished them into her chest. Zyra squealed, as pain radiated from her chest.


Neeko’s exposed teeth snapped onto Zyra’s neck, making the thorned woman freeze, her mouth hung open in fear and shock. Those sharp canines dug into her neck, strong enough that, if Neeko bit down harder, could tear into her throat and bleed her out.


Zyra cried out as Neeko’s tail prodded the wrecked entrance of her sex, slowly occupying her already maxed out cunt. Her tail wasn’t as thick as Ezreal’s cock, but it was enough stimulation to have Zyra moaning and gasping. The strange feeling of fear, pain and pleasure mixing into one building up her already exhausted, and slightly damaged, brain.


Neeko released her neck, giving it a small, chaste kiss, “Neeko won’t though.” 


“Why not?” 


Zyra flinched as Neeko’s other hand came up and slapped her fiercely against the cheek. That green tail thrusting in and out at a slow, comforting pace. 


“Don’t ask questions,” Neeko repeated, a dangerous glint in her eye that contrasted with her kind smile, “Just. Listen.”


She brought her green hands up, caressing Zyra’s cheeks and leaned in further, giving Zyra chaste kisses. Zyra shivered underneath the chameleon girl, bringing her hands up to rest on the small of Neeko’s back, returning Neeko’s kiss with soft moans.


Neeko didn’t suffocate her like Ezreal had though, rising up to give the plant woman ample time to breath, staring into her eyes with far gentler ones than before.


“I’ll keep you alive because you have another of Ezreal’s children,” Neeko whispered, leaning back up to run her hand over Zyra’s bloated stomach, her tail also departing Zyra’s abused body.


Zyra’s eyes widened, her own hand coming down to rest on Neeko’s hand. If she focused, she could feel it too. A presence within her, not unlike the other plants she’d encouraged to grow, only, this one was a joint effort.


‘She must be far more adept than I to sense a soul that weak without trying.’ Zyra weakly thought, still in shock at the thought of carrying another person’s baby.


“But,” Neeko’s eyes hardened, “If Zyra hurts Ezreal’s baby, Neeko will bring all of her friends to kill you.”


Zyra nodded slowly, ‘Perish the thought of this child ever being harmed. It is mine. Mine!’ 


“Good.” Neeko smiled, bringing herself back down to peck Zyra’s lips, earning a shiver and a groan, her eyes crossing briefly as pleasure coursed through her brain.


“Oh? I did not notice earlier, but those are sensitive.” Neeko commented, a devious expression on her face, turning over to Ezreal’s resting form. Neeko rolled off of Zyra, taking her hand and helping her up. Zyra took shaky steps, letting Neeko pull her down on the opposite side of Ezreal’s thighs.


“You’re going to apologize to Ezreal.” Neeko smirked, taking Zyra’s sensitive neck with both hands, green fingers fluttering over the bruised marks, making Zyra shiver as they kissed softly over the unconscious blondes body. They seperated with a thin strand of saliva between them, and Zyra’s eyes trailed down Neeko’s body to Ezreal’s cock.


In its current state, it was incredibly small. It was hard to believe that the monster that ploughed her depths earlier could be reduced to such a size.


“Give it a kiss,” Neeko whispered, “show Neeko how sorry you are.”


Zyra nodded, leaning down slowly and wetting her lips, practically drooling all over them, and wetting the shaft below. She gave the shaft a long, chaste kiss, feeling an electric pleasure course through her body on contact.


“Good girl,” Neeko continued to whisper, running a hand through Zyra’s messy hair, “be a good girl and listen to Neeko. Neeko will guide you through it. Neeko wants you to kiss the underside”


Neeko stole that wonderful, slowly hardening dick from under her lips, flexing it up, and letting it flop onto Zyra’s face. The thorned woman moaned, giving the shaft pecks and sloppy kisses, loving how the warm shaft pulsed on her nose and forehead. 


“That is good.” Neeko whimpered to herself. Zyra looked in the corner of her eye, finding Neeko’s fingers rubbing her pretty pink slit. 


‘She gets off seeing other women touch her mate?’ Zyra thought, sucking and sliding her lewd lips across the veiny shaft, feeling its large size rub against her face.


“Suck it now.”


Zyra quickly obliged, sliding herself up until her thick cocksuckers kissed that sizable head, relishing in how similar it felt when it was pressed against her, now wrecked, pussy. Which still had large clumps of semen leaking out.


She pushed down, keeping her teeth separate, but her lips tight, groaning as the head penetrated her new fuckhole. More and more of that shaft slipping past her mouth, his head spilling out more pre against her tongue. Zyra winced, gagging a little as it touched the back of her throat, pulling away, dragging her lips to stay on that magnificent cock a while longer, like one of those human sluts. 


Neeko had other ideas though.


The hand atop her head, no longer stroking through her hair, tightened and applied pressure, stopping Zyra’s ascent. Zyra looked pleadingly into Neeko’s eyes, finding a sweet smile and hooded eyes.


“Only down. Neeko will accept an apology when you kiss the base.” The chameleon girl licked her lips, and pushed. 


“Glrhk!” Zyra splashed out saliva, more of that shaft breaking into her throat. Her hands rested against Ezreal’s thighs, her fingernails digging into the blonde's skin.


“Stop scratching!” Neeko hissed, shoving Zyra down harshly, forcing nearly half of that foot long bitch breaker down her gullet. Zyra complied, letting her hands fall lifelessly to her sides. 


“Good girl,” Neeko whispered, lessening her strength. Zyra struggled to breathe, one of her eyes closed and the other flickering in and out. Neeko hummed out a moan, the hand at her slit pumping in three fingers in and out, “go the rest of the way, useless weed, and Neeko will give you a big reward.”


Zyra didn’t exactly care about what this reward was, she needed to reach the base herself out of pride. She dropped herself further down, swallowing and slurping all the way. Neeko repositioned herself, opening Ezreal’s thighs and dropped her head between. Zyra could see Neeko’s hooded eyes looking up to hers, trailing her tongue up the bare skin of Ezreal’s shaft, licking up Zyra’s excess saliva.


Zyra moaned as that naughty tongue slid over her lips, the tip tickling face. Her tongue didn’t stop there, gliding over her red cheeks, and following the frame of her elfen ear, then dipped inside.


Zyra’s eyes widened comically, her body freezing up and her sucking motion paused. Neeko didn’t travel down into the hole itself, only dipping between the folds.


“Take it in some more,” Neeko quietly whispered, like a demon on her shoulder, “Use your mouth for the only thing it is good for, you useless weed.”


Zyra groaned around Ezreal’s shaft, pulling up an inch before taking in another two. Pressing and pulling her lips up and down that wet, thick shaft. Precum coating her throat and filling her stomach. 


Neeko, meanwhile, repeated her earlier action, lapping up more of Zyra’s saliva on that pulsing cock, but then wrapped her whole tongue around Ezreal’s cock, like a line for Zyra to reach. When the thorned woman did, Neeko would uncurl her tongue, rubbing against her protruding mouth, before sucking and kissing Zyra’s neck.


Zyra shivered, the skin of Ezreal’s crotch so close. But her eyes felt weak, and her lungs burned. 


“So close, be a good girl, be a good useless weed. Then I’ll give you your reward.” Neeko gave her other ear a lick, teasingly running both her hands down the thorned woman’s back.


Zyra placed her hands on either side of Ezreal’s hips and pulled herself down with a loud, lewd squelch, salia bubbling between her thick lips.


“Such a good girl,” Neeko crooned, slyly setting both her legs over Zyra’s back, then leaning over the thorned woman, their heads lined up, “Hmm. About your reward.”


Neeko’s hands rushed down Zyra’s body, one circling over Zyra’s exposed clit, while the other curled around and stuck four fingers into her stuffed cunt.


Zyra squealed around the pulsing, mammoth cock stretching out her throat, her eyes rolling up as pleasure and pain fucked her brain.


Neeko began to slip her tongue Zyra’s ear, curling and lapping at her sensitive hole. Zyra tried to pull herself up, but couldn’t with Neeko keeping her pinned. The thorned woman couldn’t keep her consciousness up anymore, slowly falling back into nothingness.


“That cock is not going in your throat, you useless weed,” Neeko whispered, confusing Zyra slightly, “It is in your brain. It is fucking your brain.”


Something snapped in Zyra.


At those words, it felt like there was a huge cock messing up her mind, as impossible as it was. The hand at her clit came up to grip her head roughly, shoving her up and down on that cock, sending Zyra into a quivering, mewling mess.


Zyra’s mouth was pulled away, exaggerating the size of her lips as she tried to keep latched onto that magnificent cock, and her brain had less cock in it. She could think, and breathe, like life was returning into her eyes. She knew what Neeko had said couldn’t be right.


Then she was shoved down to the base again, and that cock filled her brain. Her mind repeated the word over and over again. A mantra of cock overtaking her thoughts.


“That is it, your useless weed brain is filled with cock,” Neeko curled herself around, and gently kissed Zyra’s cheek, “when your brain is empty of cock, it says sorry to Ezreal. When it’s filled, it says thank you to Ezreal.”


Zyra closed her eyes. There was no way that—


‘Thank you Ezreal!”


—Zyra panicked. That thought didn’t feel like—


‘I’m sorry, Ezreal!”


—her own thoughts. What was happening—


‘Thank you Ezreal!’


—To… her… brain...—


‘I’m sorry, Ezreal!’


—Cock...—


‘Thank you Ezreal!’


—More cock. Cock. More of Ezreal’s—


‘I’m sorry, Ezreal!’


‘Thank you Ezreal!’


‘I’m sorry, Ezreal!’


‘Thank you Ezreal!’ ‘I’m sorry Ezreal!’ ‘Thank you Ezreal!’ ‘I’m sorry Ezreal!’ ‘Thank you Ezreal!’ ‘I’m sorry Ezreal!’ ‘Thank you Ezreal!’ ‘I’m—’


Zyra’s eyes rolled back, her useless weed cunt spraying juice onto the floor below her. Neeko laughed cruelly, slapping Zyra’s cheeks lightly with one hand.


“That’s it,” Neeko growled, “I can read you so easy now. Your brain is broken by a cock you tried to deny.”


Zyra couldn’t register what Neeko said. Apologies and gratitudes for that huge cock filling her mind, violating her brain and destroying any semblance of sanity she had in that moment.


She didn’t want to stop until Ezreal came in her brain.


***


Ezreal woke groggily, her body felt extraordinarily sore. But not as sore as her still hard cock. Her eyes blinked open, finding Zyra with her mouth wrapped around the base of her shaft, her nose tickling her blonde pubes. And Neeko, viciously grinning with her hand atop Zyra’s head, making sure the redhead was kissing Ezreal’s crotch.


“What do you think, Ezreal?” Neeko asked, trailing up the dragon’s body, her green fingers still in Zyra’s hair, and gave the blonde a chaste kiss.


“What is Zyra—”


“Oh, her?” Neeko’s eyebrows rose in glee, “She’s going to get her brain filled with your cum,” She turned down to Zyra’s slurping form, “Isn’t that right, you useless weed?”


Zyra hummed thoughtlessly, her eyes blank, as though she was just a drone carrying out a command. 


“She’s going to cum soon too,” Neeko grinned, running her fingers through Zyra’s hair, “Show Ezreal how much you want her cum.”


Zyra’s fingers gripped the blondes hips tighter, letting out lewd gags and chokes, saliva piling up on her pubic hair and dripping down her thighs. Ezreal groaned happily, looking into Neeko’s eyes all the while.


“My mate,” Neeko lovingly whispered, giving Ezreal a kiss on the cheek, rubbing her fingers along the blonde's jawline. Neeko’s grin turned feral, looking back to the thorned woman, “Zyra loves it when you force it down.”


Ezreal’s thighs flexed up, grabbing the back of Zyra’s head and shoving her down. Zyra muffled scream only served to intensify the dragon’s pleasure, and bucked into her tight mouth with wild abandon.


Zyra’s eyes seemed to swirl in their sockets, like her thoughts were fighting against themselves.


Ezreal grunted, her body locking up as another orgasm tore through her tired body, splashing  rope after rope of semen directly into Zyra’s waiting stomach. 


Neeko let Zyra pull back, with the redhead keeping her thick lips wrapped around Ezreal’s cockhead and gave it a lewd suck with thick, pouty lips, treating her cock like a straw, getting more of that chunky seed down her throat.


Neeko pulled the plant lady off her cock entirely with a small hum. 


“Show her, you useless weed.”


Zyra opened her mouth, letting that thick seed spill onto her breasts and trail down her stomach, “Ish in mah brain.”


Ezreal did a double take, “Wuh?”


“Do not worry, Ezreal,” Neeko cooed, letting go of Zyra’s hair and letting her fall onto Ezreal’s stomach, the blonde let a little grunt out from the surprise weight on her, “Just a weed losing her mind, getting it filled with your cum. All Neeko did was push and prod. Zyra will be back to normal when she wakes up.”


“Oh,” Ezreal numbly nodded, laying back down. He hoped Neeko wasn’t being literal about that brain thing, he shrugged, “okay.”


Neeko grinned, laying on Ezreal’s chest, “It is okay.”


“I don’t know about that.” Ezreal mumbled, her brows furrowed and mouth twisted to a thoughtful frown.


“What?” Neeko lifted herself up, “What is the matter?”


Ezreal groaned, her body locked up and then relaxed. She looked to the corner of her eyes, heat rising up her cheeks and nose.


“I can’t move.” She mumbled.


Neeko grinned, “Good!”


“Wha— Ohf”


Neeko landed on Ezreal’s boobs happily, sinking her face into the dragon's bosom.


“Neeko is tired. You are a good pillow!”


“Wait, Neeko c’mon.”


“Nope. Sleep now.”


“Neeko!”


***


“Zyra, you alright?” Ezreal poked the plant ladies cheek, the woman in question slobbering all over Ezreal’s thigh. She made a snorting noise, groggily opening her eyes to meet Neeko’s sleeping face, completely blocking Ezreal’s head.


“Hrmm.” Zyra groaned, rolling off the blonde’s body, and smacking her dry lips.


She then proceeded to freeze up and shiver as heat coursed through her body. She moaned, her eyes going hooded for a moment.


“Yo, Zyra, please don’t go weird again,” The blonde paused, “But also don’t get mad and start wrapping us up in vines.”


Zyra chuckled, “You don’t have anything to worry about, my breeder.”


“Oh, good, I thought— Wha?”


Zyra’s chuckle turned to full blown guffawing, “Oh, how little you remember. It is endearing.”


“What’d I do?” Ezreal asked genuinely, stirring Neeko from her nap.


“Mm, Ezzy, why do you wake Neeko?” Neeko poked the explorer’s cheek in faux anger.


“She was asking what she’d done, before she’d passed out before filling me up.” Zyra answered casually.


“Oh yes,” Neeko sat up, letting Ezreal follow, “That was so good to watch, watching Ezzy choke out Zyra like she was a bitch,” Neeko groaned, biting her finger and giving Zyra a lewd look, “Very good to watch.”


Zyra flushed, looking away with a scoff, “Good for you maybe.”


“I’m still a bit lost,” Ezreal spoke up, “What happened while I was out?”


“You went into a rage and dominated me,” Zyra answered, smiling as Ezreal’s jaw dropped, “oh yes, and you nearly burned my brain out.”


“What?” Ezreal and Neeko asked at the same time.


“Your mana, soul, Sho’ma, whatever you wish to call it, was destroying the Denier vine, but I still had a connection to it, so my brain was being fizzled out.”


“Then how did—”


“Simultaneously, your kinder soul sensed that it was unintentionally destroying my brain, effectively turning me into a vegetable,” Zyra chuckled drily at her own pun.


“So how come you’re still, well, you?”


“My brain was already decimated, a portion of my soul dissolved. But your kinder soul defended my own soul from your aggressive soul, keeping me together,” Zyra answered, looking thoughtful for a moment, “it seems as though some humans, and vastaya, are innately kind creatures.”


“Well, we’re not all bad,” Ezreal grumbled.


Zyra grinned, “You still changed my body, even if your soul said you wouldn’t.”


“Did I!? I didn’t to—”


“Technically your soul said it wouldn’t change my soul, or my mind. Not my body.”


“I could try and change it back?” Ezreal quietly asked, scratching the back of her head.


“I don’t mind, really, I actually kind of… like them,” Zyra smiled fondly, running a finger over her lips, “go now. I won’t harm you, nor go out of my way to attack others.”


“What changed your mind?” Neeko piped up, a knowing smirk on her face.


Zyra held her stomach, smiling fondly, “It seems as though there is some part of me that is compatible with humans, or vastaya, after all.”


“Oh,” Ezreal hummed, her eyes widening as she flicked up between her stomach and Zyra’s eyes,”Oh!”


“You will return one day?” Zyra asked quietly.


“Absolutely!” 


“You’d best ensure that day is soon then. You wouldn’t want me to attack a village, just so I can wrap these lips you’ve gifted me around your cock?”


“I—”


“Can Neeko come?” Neeko interrupted, a bright smile on her face.


“Yes, Neeko, you may come.” 


“Good,” Neeko took Zyra’s hands into her own, moving to her tiptoes before smothering Zyra’s lips with her own, wetly licking and slathering her own saliva. She pulled away, and gave a sly wink, walking over to her and Ezreal’s clothes, “Neeko liked Zyra’s plants.”


Ezreal sighed, looking apologetically to Zyra, who had a large blush on her cheeks, and a small smile.


“She may definitely return.” Zyra husked, watching her new lovers walk back to the camp.


***


Ezreal laid on her bedroll, her hands running through Neeko’s hair as the chameleon girl snored on Ezreal’s chest. Neeko’s arm’s rested behind Ezreal’s head, and the other just under her large breasts, her legs locked around Ezreal’s.


The dragon vastaya hummed, wondering if Zyra was watching over them as they slept. Ezreal had seen the slithering movement of vines wrap around their encampment, but hadn’t acted in a way that would harm the couple under their tent. 


Ezreal looked down to her lover, a thoughtful hum left her lips.


“Guess you got what you wanted after all,” Ezreal whispered softly, smiling at her lover, “You got to see me impregnate another woman.


A line of drool rolling down Ezreal’s breast was Neeko’s response.


Ezreal sighed. Hoping the next few weeks would be less exciting.

