Belly of the Beast
My mission is before me.
The enemy besets me.
The time I wait decides their fate.
My mission is death.
I am Teemo.
Prostrate, Teemo sat. The tides of battle favored them not. Time was of the essence; a slight modicum of hope needed to illuminate upon the hearts of his allies to achieve victory. A single tear welled in his eye. "Hope.." he laughed at myself, mockingly. The laugh turned to nostalgic memories of Bandle City. Memories of fallen comrades, memories of the ones he loved, memories of things destroyed. Hope... Sometimes that's all you have when you have nothing else. If you have hope, you have everything.
A posse of enemy minions scuttled past Teemo as he sat, undaunted. Unstealthed, he quickly downed an eighth of scotch. "I'm gonna have to do something fucking crazy," he muttered arbitirarily to the open stars above. Light footsteps were heard in the distance. His sensory receptors strained to make out the silhouettes that appeared before him. Flames lightly danced from the palm of a figure. Realization donned his thoughts. The guile - ! Teemo's grainy melon head twisted toward his team, sitting like ducks to be poached. As he coiled his cranium toward the hostile silhouette, it happened. His heart skipped a beat.
Shyvana's beautiful eyes flared defiantly, the moon glistening flickers of brilliance into the tinderbox of Teemo's cold heart. As if it were slow motion, Teemo gazed upon her as she strode forward, her flawless skin rapidly turning to scales, the essence of her pure pale blue skin forming into a larger, boisterous, inspirited, leaping dragon. Conflagration trailed behind her like an immense comet. For the moment, time stood. The adulation he felt, cherished. As with all things, however, the flint that fueled his fervor flicked its last flick as he saw what no spirits could ever dare cure.
In between the legs of the dragon, Teemo's eyes ingurgitated a sight that branded abomination and abhorrence into the abysmal recesses of his brain. Two flapping walls of flesh slapped together overhead in her flight. With every opening, the grass and dirt particles below tore from the ground, sucking in at once, followed by a shrill clap! As the flying lizard soared through the air, eventually Teemo sat underneath the clapping vortex of doom that was her vagina until he took flight, entering in to the belly of the beast.
Come get a glimpse into the belly of the beast!
For the first time, in the dark, Teemo felt fear. Vibrations of battle were felt all around. His mind raced for an answer. Panicked, Teemo stabbed his toxic poison wildly into the walls of her vagina. A quivered shaking quaked as he felt gravity shift, Shyvana abruptly stopping in her tracks. A slick, oily, oozing liquid formed around him as he clawed for an escape. Despair. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no danger, for my mind is with me. My pipe and my dart, they comfort me. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil. I am Teemo. Today is not the day I shall perish. Teemo's poisonous dart pierced deeply into his enclosure; a rush of liquid spraying him forth from the prison that was to be his tomb.
Shyvana slowly shrinked into her former self as her chest convulsed to the pleasure she felt, her face blushing lightly. "T-Teemo...?" Shyvana embarassingly gasped. Her eyes cut toward him lustfully. Shyvana stumbled with star-struck eyes to Teemo's side and whispered in his ear, "Meet me after this. My room. Captain Teemo is going to be on duty tonight." She stroked the tips of her finger along his furry chin as her swooned gait traced into the distance. Teemo stood mortified. His tiny heart beat at a million revolutions per minute. His sunken eyes grew dark as he processed the events in his brain. A shadow cast over his tiny body.
Draven high-fived Teemo. "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice."