"Come here you little furball!" Ahri squeals.
Before joining the League, the only purpose in Ahri's life was to attain humanity. It was fairly easy for her; the magic of the fallen mage she encountered not only gave her beauty, but also certain spells that transformed even the most reluctant of men into swooning suitors. However, unlike animals, humans have emotions that go beyond the need to consume. The trail of pain and heartbreak she left behind her as she wandered Runeterra took an emotional toll on her. The League was a chance to redeem herself: to continue her purpose in a respectable manner, through battle.
But the easy life of a champion League made her bored. She no longer had the opportunity to play the mind games that come with seduction; mind games that she loved. After all, it was half the fun in sapping the life essences of others. Now, Ahri spends her days mostly alone, forbidden from stealing the vitality of men. She indulges in simple pleasures now; and one of those was the cute Bandle City yordle, Teemo.
Both hated and adored by summoners and champions alike, Teemo was undeniably one of the most cheerful champions in the League (maybe Lux's personality was brighter). A powerhouse of poison darts and toxic mushrooms packaged into a cute "furball" made him both popular and despised. But of course, under that cute demeanor lies more than just cheerfulness…
Ahri had just fought Teemo on the Rift. Unmotivated about that particular match, she wanted to make things interesting. Approaching Teemo before the match, Ahri made a bet with the yordle. If his team won, Ahri would give him information about other champions. With her keen fox-like senses, she often overheard other champions. Often belonging to important countries like Noxus and Demacia, the conversations were often political in nature. Although the information was of no use to her, she knew Teemo could use it. After all, Bandle City had been gathering intel on enemy champions for years.
On the other hand, if Ahri's team won, she would get two hours of cuddle time with her favorite yordle. And she won. So shortly after the match, Teemo found himself in the fox's private quarters.
"Come here you little furball!" Ahri squeals.
So with a huge smile, Teemo races towards her and leaps into her arms. Holding him to her chest, she falls onto her bed. The yordle found his face mashed between her breasts as she rolled around on the mattress.
"You're so cute! Why does no one like you…" Ahri sighs happily as she squeezes him even tighter.
"Because I kill them!" Teemo giggles. He waddles his short arms and legs around as he laughs; he knows she loves it when he does that.
"Oh, come here you!"
Teemo laughs again; some people find his laugh annoying, but Ahri thinks it's adorable.
"So I know I lost the match…" Teemo begins, "but don't you think you could give me just one tiny piece of information you have? I'll give you an extra hour!"
"Nope!"
Teemo's smile disappears instantly. Although Ahri cannot see his face (as it is buried in her chest), Teemo's cheerfulness evaporates like a puddle in a desert.
"Maybe if you win next time! But for now, you're all mine…" Ahri says dreamily. She falls asleep, trapping Teemo in her arms.
…
When Ahri finally wakes up, Teemo is still with her. Rising from the mattress, Ahri moves to leave her bedroom. A quick glass of water, she thinks, and she'll see Teemo off. I'll make another bet with him next match, whenever it might be. These cuddles are too great to pass up.
With one eye open, Teemo raises his hands and…
"Ow!" Ahri staggers forward, leaning against the wall. She suddenly feels a sharp pain in her neck. As the fox tries to locate the pain, she pulls something from her neck: a dart. She turns around to see Teemo with his blowgun raised. "Hey, what are you…" Ahri suddenly becomes dizzy, and her vision fades. She slumps to floor, feeling weak.
As her vision disappears, she feels Teemo dragging off her body…
"That's gotta sting…" is the last thing she hears.