Heya! I'm back writing Fanfiction again. I've revised Island of the Fox, and I'll be finally finishing it this time! Enjoy! :)


A League of Legends Fanfiction

Ahri x Talon

Island of the Fox

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Ahri sat alone at the counter of the bar, her fingertips barely clutching the top of the clear, liquid-filled glass. She took a swig of the amber-colored drink, feeling the fiery scotch make its way down her throat. A stray ice cube slipped itself between her lips and she ran her tongue all along the cool surface before she bit it, enjoying the loud crunch. She could see out of the corner of her eyes the men that watched her do this, with lecherous looks on their face. She simply ignored them, like usual.

Absentmindedly, Ahri played with her ball of essence, bouncing it between her nine soft, white tails, a habit she had picked up after waiting for games to start one too many times. Quickly, she drained her cup of the last remaining drops of content. The ice cubes clinked against her glass when she set the glass onto the counter, before shoving her chair back.

Her blithe feet hit the floor. The ears on the top of her head twitched as she spotted a colorful advertisement poster posted on the wall, adorned by lights. Curiosity sparked, and she made her way to the piece of paper fastened to the wall by a small dagger. Interesting touch. She pursed her lips together and twirled a strand of her jet-black hair between her nimble fingers as she quietly mused over the words printed on the advertisement.

Challenge the contest! It read. Winner is sent on exotic trip to Ionian hot springs! Visit Room 103 for more details. Ahri has always wanted to go to Ionia to visit the new hot springs. It had been a while since she had been able to visit her hometown. Plus, she heard from Leona that good things happened at the host springs. Pleasurable things.

Memorizing the room number, she turned towards the hallway of the Summoner's Lounge. Room 130, she thought to herself as she stepped down the corridor, her feet making no sound on the plush carpet, which sank with every step she took.

Rather quickly, she reached her destination. The door to Room 103 was tall, and grand. It was immediately obvious to her that this room was one of importance. She placed a hand on the gold-colored metal door. It was cold to the touch.

Ahri pushed it lightly and it opened smoothly. She stepped in and exhaled a breath she wasn't aware that she had been holding as she took in her surroundings. Bright lights hung overhead and a foreign smell entered her nose. It was familiar to her, but she couldn't put a name to it. She did remember that it was usually reserved for the higher-ranked summoners. Was it… perfume? Ahri snapped herself out from her thoughts when she remembered that she was in a foreign place.

The room is startlingly gold and empty, save for a small brown desk that sits in the middle of the lavishly large room and a couple comfy looking chairs. A woman sat behind the counter, shuffling and moving papers around. She didn't even look up when Ahri approached the desk.

"Hello," Ahri said in her sultry voice. Still, the woman didn't look up. "Hello?" The fox tried again. A slight irritation crept into her voice. Ahri hated being ignored. The woman continued to refuse to respond. "Excuse me!" Ahri slammed a hand onto the desk.

"Yes? There is no need to be rude, you know." The woman finally spoke, with a clipped tone that only irritated Ahri further.

"No need?" Ahri bit her lip to keep from making a snarky comment. She ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it a little, giving it an I-just-had-sex look to it. Her big, black orbs locked onto the woman's odd baby blues. "Whatever. Anyways," She paused, "I'm here for the contest." She pointed to one of the fliers that sat on the coffee-colored desk. Her face returned to its normal look: one of seduction and fox-like beauty.

The woman nodded and handed over a yellow sheet attached to a clipboard, and a sharp black pen. She gestured for Ahri to sit down, and fill it out. She sat, and scanned the questions. They were mostly simple ones, questions about factual information; she filled those out with ease.

And soon, Ahri reached the last question.

Her lips parted, and the pen unconsciously slipped into her mouth. She chewed on it, a horrible habit that she never bothered to break. Why do you want to enter this contest? Well… She didn't really know. She didn't even know what the contest was about. She just wanted to win. Ahri wrote her answer truthfully, on the dotted line. I don't know. She hoped it'd be enough.

Ahri handed the clipboard to the woman, who accepted it with a quiet thank you. Ahri returned to the old chair, as she began to wait. She realized that she forgot to ask what the contest was about, as the information sheet had given no clues. She wondered what it could be.

A few minutes crept by before the woman spoke. "Ahri?" She called, prompting Ahri to stand up. "Please follow me. By the way, you may call me Summoner. Or Eliana. Whichever you prefer." Eliana continued to walk towards the northern wall of the room. Or so it seemed.

They reached a gold-painted wall, decorated heavily with tapestry and jewels. Eliana pushed aside the cloth, revealing a small, barely noticeable red button. Reaching out, she pressed it with one nicely manicured finger. There is a loud fissing sound before a hidden door reveals itself.

The two stepped inside. This door led to a long, hollow corridor. At the end, Ahri could just barely make out another door. Where was she going? What had she gotten herself into? New questions bombarded her mind. The hallway was making Ahri slightly claustrophobic, but Eliana seemed to have no problems with it. Ahri's hands entwined themselves with each other. Her mouth twisted into an unconscious frown. After what seems like an eternity, they reached the end.

There was no pushing of the button this time as they approached the silver, metallic door. It slid open by itself, and they stepped in. Ahri's jaw dropped.

They were standing in the middle of a fighting arena!

Everywhere, scattered about, were champions. Cloaked figures stood beside them, giving them a check-up of some sorts. It looks like seats are being set up. Ahri turns to Eliana. "Is this a fighting contest?" She asked the question that had been on her mind for a while.

She looked around at all the men she realized that she recognized. Jarvan IV, Xin Zhao, Garen… and more. Eliana nodded, not giving Ahri much comfort at all. She patted Ahri's shoulder and murmured half-hearted words of encouragement into her ear. She gave Ahri a little push towards the center of the arena. Ahri stepped into the wide, painted circle on the floor. She looked around, not sure of what to do. Somebody stumbled up to her.

"Hello," He muttered quietly. The arena was so loud, Ahri could barely hear him. She leaned towards him, taking in his light, clean scent.

"Pardon?"

"You're the newest addition to the contestants right?" She nodded. "I have to give you an exam…" The male summoner gestured to a nearby chair. She followed him, hoping to get more information about this event from him. He seemed friendly enough, and willing to talk. She smiled at him. Smiling always worked for her whenever she needed information.

"My name is Emil," He said, a small hint of a grin growing on his face. He took a red form of sorts from his pocket and he clipped it to a clipboard. Ahri waits patiently as he wrote on the form; Ahri assumed he was writing the necessary medical information. "Now, Ahri, I'm going to give you a full body check-up…" She nodded as Emil placed the board on his chair and stood up, moving behind the girl.

He put his hands on her long legs. "Is this… orthodox?" She asked, slightly hesitant.

"Mmm… Maybe," He answered with a mischievous grin. His shy demeanor from earlier was gone now, replaced by a confident man. Was it just an act? Ahri wondered. His warm hands moved up and down her smooth, hairless legs, checking for "abnormalities".

Emil touched the inside of her thigh, and Ahri shivered. He moved higher as she locked her jaw to keep from moaning out loud. He moved away, and his hands found themselves just lightly crazing past her stomach. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me. You seem to have a bit of a 'sexual' problem… But that's easily fixed. " He took her hand and pulled her into a nearby room.

He shut the door behind him.