Chapter 1: No Turning Back

A Star Guardian's duty is to destroy the cosmic enemies that threaten the universe. Not defeat- destroy. Sarah Fortune knew this the hard way, after losing Her to a monster that should have been dead. That was years ago, but the pain of remembering her mistake still hurt the gunslinger as much as it had back then.

Ahri told her not to dwell on the past, that she's too short-tempered.

Sarah agreed. She knew that she was hot headed. Maybe a bit too much, but it was far better than being compliant. Sarah hated compliancy. Everyone in the team knew that, and even Syndra, that pompous purple-haired bitch, knew that it was a bad idea to ever let a void monster go under Sarah's gaze.

And then that happened.

Two weeks ago. Valoran City Park.

Most of the monsters were already disintegrated into nasty piles of green goo. Sarah remembered shooting a bullet into a particularly vicious jumping beast tried to ambush her, blowing off steam from Boki's smoking barrel. The red haired Star Guardian was ready to rejoin the rest of her party- they'd scattered and spread across the park as the monsters thinned out.

Then a scream.

Sarah remembered running as fast as she could, her heart beating out of her chest. Not again. Not again. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.

She couldn't lose a comrade again.

The void monster that caught Soraka was large, dripping in green goop. It was one of the tentacle-y ones, that fired lasers so hot that they'd melt bullets seconds after Sarah fired them. One tentacle wrapped around her waist, two others spreading the healer's thighs. It looked wounded, and Sarah knew that the more injured one of the bastards were, the more violent they became. Still, Soraka's arms were free. The green haired girl had a firm grip on her staff, so... why? Why wasn't she casting some sort of magic against it, or at least fucking stabbing it in its stupid eye?

"P-Please, don't..."

Was the horned girl really pleading with it? A monster? Disgust and anger welled up within Sarah's form. She'd told Soraka, countless times, that these monsters weren't to be trifled with. Just kill them, and be done with it!

No matter how angry the shooter was, she couldn't ignore a comrade's call for help, especially when the monster's one eye began glowing- a tell-tale sign it was about to fire one of its deadly lasers.

With its back turned from Sarah, it was easy to bury a few bullets into its form. The beast dropped Soraka, letting out a horrible mixture between a hiss and a scream, and promptly exploded.

But the goo was... different this time, somehow. Pink clouds wafted from its remains, settling over the two girls. Had Ahri charmed it a while ago? It was possible that this was the remnants of their captain's charm magic. Sarah waved the smoke away irritatedly, walking over to the green haired girl. She was prepared to give a stern lecture, maybe even yell at Soraka in annoyance for not murdering the disgusting bastard when she had the chance. That was when Sarah became fully aware of the state of the healer's clothes.

Green hair cascaded over Soraka's pale form, somehow still perfectly wavy and soft despite the fact that she was basically in an extra-terrestrial war zone. Her top had been almost completely torn off her body, the cloth eroded. Was it the green slime the monster had been emitting earlier before? Her skirt was ripped, and the way Soraka sat on her ass, legs slightly spread, gave Sarah a more than generous view of her dripping wet panties.

They'd been living together for quite some time already, so the healer didn't seem too embarrassed when she realized she was exposing quite a bit of chest. Soraka stood shakily, covering up her breasts in the process. She thanked Sarah, and scampered off to hug Ahri, who had just arrived as well.

It felt like all the wind had been knocked out of the gunslinger, and for the first time, Sarah couldn't bring herself to tell the cleric off. Not after what she'd seen.

It had to be the effects of Ahri's magic on that damned beast when it exploded.

Sarah had always found her teammates attractive. When she was younger, she had the largest crush on Ahri. Ezreal was, she supposed, conventionally hot. As annoying and suspicious as Syndra was, the third year couldn't help but admire the mage's elegance. And Soraka... Sarah's midnight fantasies over what she'd do to the cleric never failed to make her wet and needy. However, these were thoughts that the woman could always reign in. She never had any trouble prioritizing her teammates over her libido, and yet for the past two weeks after that incident, all she could think of was how soft the healer's thighs were, and the innocent pink flush of her cheeks, and how she could barely see the outline of her lower lips under those panties.

It was driving her mad. Had she seen wrong? Maybe the wetness between Soraka's legs had been imagined, or the slight glossiness her silk panties had taken was a trick of the light. There was no way, no logical explanation, for why the healer would have been fucking turned on when facing the ugliest creature in the universe.

The days were agonizing now. At school, she was painfully aware of how short Soraka's skirt was, or how her cardigan buttons looked like they were just about to pop at any moment. She couldn't spend any moment alone with the green haired girl. Thoughts of asking to speak to her after school, only to casually lock the classroom doors, and then bending her over Professor Ryze's shiny new desk and fucking her until she squirted all over his precious books constantly tantalized Sarah's mind.

On the train rides home, Sarah could just imagine the way Soraka would try to hold back her moans as she was molested. How would her voice sound as she quietly begged for Sarah to stop touching her? How red would her face get when she came, right next to dozens of strangers?

In their dorm rooms, where the female members of the team often paraded around in nothing but a T-shirt and panties, Sarah's mental strengths were pushed to the limit. It would be so easy to slip into the bathroom when Soraka was showering, lock the door, and then have her way with the healer in the shower. She would probably take it, and even if she hated it, the green haired girl wouldn't complain. It was her annoyingly shy and passive personality that made the third year want to completely and utterly destroy her.

Sarah almost wished there was an invasion again, just so she had something to distract herself with. Every passing day was more difficult- she really was going to go crazy, having to fight off all these thoughts. What the hell was happening to her mind? This wasn't like her, to be so fucking... horny all the time.

Night time was easiest. All the Star Guardians had their own bedrooms, and a locked door ensured that nobody would be interrupting her private affairs. All it took was a couple seconds of just thinking about Soraka, and Sarah found her own body heating up automatically, begging to be touched. She laid at the center of her bed, pressing her body into the soft mattress. It was a sick little game that she played with herself nowadays- seeing just how long she could last before the urge to touch herself took over.

Her record was 127 seconds. For the past few weeks, that number had dwindled down to around 20 seconds.

Sarah breathed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. She tried to focus on how shameful this was- what would the others say if they knew what she was going through? Here she was- a woman who preached killing those disgusting monsters over everything else, now a slave to her own lusts. Ezreal would probably turn red and look away. Syndra... Syndra would laugh at her, and the thought helped Sarah resist touching her clit, which she was now painfully aware of. Ahri... Ahri would honestly probably encourage this type of behavior. She was way too into helping her teammates "bond".

They didn't matter. Soraka mattered.

Just thinking about how Soraka would react made Sarah exhale sharply. If that door was to suddenly open, if the horned girl somehow knew about the thoughts that ran through her head... What would she do?

What had that been? 15 seconds? Sarah gave up trying to resist- there was no point, now that thoughts of the shy healer's stumbling voice and pink cheeks had swarmed her head. Her breath hitched, back arching slightly as her hand trailed down her stomach, pushing underneath her panties. Her index finger was so fucking close to her heat, just a bit more...

Knock knock.

Sarah froze, eyes widening. Who the fuck was it?! She quickly pushed her shirt back down, combing her hair quickly as she walked towards her door. Whoever the fuck it was, they better have a good excuse or she swore, she would go crazy. Glaring, her face still considerably red, she roughly pulled the door open, ready to impart her rage upon the one who'd knocked.

"What the hell do you wa-"

Her voice froze. Oh, First Star, why did it have to be her? And why did she have to look so...

Soraka blushed, biting her lower lip. "U-Um..." She shuffled a bit awkwardly at Sarah's doorway, pointed ears tipped downward. "I'm really sorry for bothering you so late. I wanted to talk. M-Maybe... Could I come in?"

If only Soraka could hear the thoughts running through the gunslinger's head. If only she could hear all the depraved fantasies Sarah had. If she'd been any less frustrated, the red haired Star Guardian would have pushed Soraka out and locked the door.

But Sarah was at the end of her rope. She felt her lips curve upward in a smile.

"Of course. It would be my pleasure."

Was this how the wolf felt when Little Red Riding Hood entered her Grandmother's home unsuspectingly? As Soraka walked in, looking around and commenting on the pictures Sarah had hung up on her walls, the shooter closed the door quietly, locking it.

"Let's talk."

I have always felt like the Star Guardians are, like, 95% lesbian, and I guess Ezreal fits in somewhere in that mix, too.

Or maybe it's just my mind wanting to write yuri.

I have a basic idea formed for this, but I think it will mainly be centered around Miss Fortune and Soraka's sexy escapades, because Soraka gets such little love on this site and I haven't seen much of M.F. recently, either. Do you guys want to see more of them? Or maybe y'all want more Ahri/Syndra?

No Ezreal this time, or at least until I stop feeling a gay writer-y mood.

Please tell me what you thought about this chapter! Did you see anything I should improve? Anything you liked in particular? Reviews make me very happy ^^

Until next time!