Vi whistled as she walked, moving at a brisk pace. She remembered, vaguely, what it felt like to walk down the street without a care; those days were long since past. Her training and experience dictated she watch everything and everyone around her, her subconscious analyzing body language, looking for danger. It was something the police academy had tried to teach her, but she'd learned it long before. She crushed those long-buried memories, shoving them back in the box they'd come from as she turned into the large driveway, walking right up to the gate.

Technically this was the wrong zoning, but Jayce didn't really care. As a result his long, bizarrely shaped lab was built on the lot his home was, rather than a business or industrial district as it should have been. Vi always felt strange seeing it nestled amongst the old brownstones of Old Piltover.

She hit the buzzer and glowered at the camera she wasn't supposed to know about until it beeped and released with a soft hiss. She pushed the door open with one hand and stepped through, leaving it to shut itself behind her. She didn't bother to knock, just headed straight for the nearest door and practically barged in.

Jayce looked up as she entered, having come into what passed as the main room while waiting for her. He brushed off his spotless coat in an officious manner. "Ah, Miss Vi. What may I do for the sheriff's office today?"

She glanced around before handing over the padded envelope. "We need your help analyzing a blood sample. There's some kind of substance in it that we can't identify."

He took the envelope, opening it and sliding the test tube out, holding it up to the light and inspecting the blood within. "Oh, is that all? Someday I hope to be presented with a real challenge by the constabulary."

Vi frowned as she processed the word salad. "Just do it, please. Will this take long?"

"Not at all. Somewhere to be, perhaps?"

A vision of Jinx on her back flashed through Vi's mind. "Something like that."

Jayce smiled sagely. "I see. Well, we will have to have you back to your sheriff in a jiff. Follow me."

He set off through the lab, winding his way through workshops, at least one armory, and into a spotless, shining white lab. He took the test tube and uncorked it, carefully taking a drop with a dropper and putting it on a glass slide. He re-sealed the sample and put it aside, next taking the slide and slipping it into a slot on a strange, boxy machine that beeped and whirred. He took a seat on a rolling chair, stretching as a monitor began to flash with all sorts of sciency stuff that was way beyond Vi's pay grade.

"What's it doing?" She asked, squinting at the monitor.

"Full-spectrum analysis. Chemical composition, limited DNA structure. It's looking for similar compounds." The machine dinged pleasantly as Lonny's picture came up on screen, as well as an arrangement of hexes and letters signifying the unknown compound. "Curious. My systems don't recognize it either."

Vi tilted her head. This was all incomprehensible to her... but she did have one hunch to go off of.

"Try comparing it to Shimmer." Jayve raised an eyebrow.

"The designer drug?" His fingers flew over the keys, the screens displaying the pattern next to the mystery chemical. He hit a key with his pinky, and the computer began to draw lines between the two designs, finally concluding in the output of a string of text Jayce clicked through way too fast for Vi to read.

"Marvellous! They're very similar. It's almost certain that one is derivative of the other- from the look of it, Shimmer may be the diluted version of this."

Vi frowned, thinking of the implications. She had a bad feeling, something stirring in the back of her mind, but nothing she could place.

"You're telling me this is some kind of… super Shimmer?"

"Looks that way. I'd need some time to find out the exact effects, but it looks a lot like what we normally see from ingested Shimmer or long term exposure, simply condensed. It forces the body to produce much more adrenaline, granting temporary boosts to muscle density and reaction times. I'm guessing it also produces mood swings, probably with some color effect similar to Shimmer's usual application. Nasty stuff to be sure."

Vi rubbed her temples. "Can you get this distilled into a report I can take back to the office? You might have just made my life a whole lot more complicated."

He shrugged. "Don't blame me. Blame science." He hit a key and a printer whirred across the room. Vi snatched up the papers the second the ink was dry, throwing Jayce a one-fingered salute.

"Thanks, J."

The scientist steepled his fingers. "You will let me know if you learn any more. Have you given any more thought to my offer to work on your gauntlets?"

"I have: no." Vi answered briskly. "They're my intellectual property or whatever. Nobody except me has ever touched these gauntlets."

Jayce smiled. "You remind me of myself, Vi. Do let me know if you ever decide you want to share notes." With a wink and raise of his coffee mug, he swivelled his chair back to work, humming a jaunty tune as Vi made her way back out.

Her thoughts were moving towards a particular direction that she didn't like. She had a funny feeling she knew the source of this new drug- but, that, of course, was impossible. She slowed as she saw an accident ahead of her; some asshole had rammed their car into a light post. The traffic cops were already on it, so she simply turned down an alley and went on her way. It wasn't until footsteps sounded behind her that she got suspicious. Not for the first time, she wished she just wore her gauntlets all the time. For now, she kept walking, careful to keep her pace. She rounded a corner and saw an enormous shape in a trench coat, immediately backstepping and whirling around, launching a punch at the other figure following her.

Caitlyn threw up an elbow, deflecting Vi's strike. She swept back her hood. "Bloody hell, Vi!"

"Cait?" Vi exclaimed, coming to a stop. "What are you doing here?"

Caitlyn looked away, then back. "Well, I was just in the neighborhood and saw you, so-"

Vi squinted. "Are you following me?"

The Sheriff of Piltover did not often blush. "Well, you're acting weird lately! Running home to some kind of… woman!"

"Are you kidding me? So who's that, around the corner? Garen?"

"Hang on. Who's around the corner?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Caitlyn." Vi grabbed her by the shoulder and steered her around the corner, blinking in surprise- the figure was gone. "What the…"

"Are you alright, Vi?" Caitlyn asked, concerned now. "You seem paranoid."

"It's not paranoid if I'm right," Vi snapped, immediately regretting it. Caitlyn's back straightened, her piercing blue eyes hardening into twin flecks of ice.

"Very well then, Deputy. Is that the report?"

Vi looked down, having forgotten she was carrying it. She wordlessly passed it over. Caitlyn met her eyes for a moment then spun on a heel, leaving out to the street. Vi sighed, rubbing her elbow. All of a sudden, she just felt… tired.

She trudged through the rest of her day, a slowly growing dark cloud fogging her mind. Had she been right to snap at Caitlyn? Caitlyn was following her, but… it's not like she didn't have good reason to. Vi was not only harboring a fugitive, but fucking their archenemy, their first and greatest foe! And…

She reached the top of the stairs, finding herself face to face with Caitlyn's ass. She straightened up, clearing her throat. Caitlyn was studying the graffiti on the stairwell.

"A message from your past, Vi?" Caitlyn asked, her voice soft. She turned around. "Look, I wanted to apologize for earlier. You were right, and I'm being suspicious of something that has only done you good."

Vi sighed, raising an enormous hand to rub the back of her neck. "It's alright. I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just… tired."

"Can I come in? It's been a while since we really talked. I could make some tea?" Caitlyn was composed, as always, but looked hopeful. There was nothing more in the world that Vi wanted, but there was no way in hell she was going to let the sharpest detective in the world into an apartment she was sharing with Jinx.

"Now is… not a great time." She felt heavy just saying the words, and Caitlyn looked a little rebuffed.

"Ah, she's waiting for you, then? Well, I suppose I shouldn't keep you." She gave her a smile that Vi didn't believe for a second and turned to go. Vi turned and opened the door, quickly slamming it shut again as she saw the pale, blue-haired girl with her arms out, overjoyed to see her. Caitlyn glanced back at her quizzically. "Something wrong?"

Vi gave her best sheepish smile. "No, no, everything's fine! Just forgot I need to check the mail."

Caitlyn glanced at the empty mail slot next to her door. "Riiiight. Take care, Vi."

She walked down the stairs, and Vi could almost FEEL any chance she had with Caitlyn stepping away. Torn momentarily, she bit her lower lip, then called out.

"Cait, wait-"

But the sheriff was already out of earshot, that fine ass having carried on right out of the building. Vi sighed, turning back to the door. She checked her mailbox for the hell of it, finding nothing, and opened the door to a now very peeved off Jinx, arms crossed and a sour look on her face.

"Hell of a greeting, fat-" Vi pushed inside, a hand to Jinx's head deftly pushing her out of the way as she kicked the door shut behind her again. "Hey!"

Vi's hand still gripped Jinx's head. She dragged her deeper into the apartment, moving fast enough that Jinx's legs pinwheeled to keep up, then pushed her head against the wall, fumbling her pants open with her free hand. Jinx grunted as her head hit the wall, dazed by the impact, and yelped as she felt Vi's thick length spring out to slap against her cheeks. Jinx wore nothing beneath Vi's hoodie, allowing the enforcer to mercilessly hook a hand under a knee and lift, forcing her legs to spread.

"What-" Jinx's words evaporated into a yelp as Vi slammed into her pussy, stretching her around her in one violent motion, her hips already slamming heavily into hers. A few pelvis bruising slams later, Vi wrapped her arm around Jinx's throat, squeezing as she messily pulled free of her pussy, placing her tip against Jinx's tight pucker. "F-fat hands!"

But it was to no avail. Vi was already pushing inside, evoking a "GUOOOOOOOOH~!" from the fugitive girl as her tight, virgin ass was stretched wide by Vi's fat, throbbing dick. She grunted as she slid deep, bottoming out with a little effort, and started to roughly move. Jinx choked for air, desperately sucking down what little oxygen Vi allowed her as tears formed in her eyes.

Vi might have worried she'd gone too far this time if Jinx hadn't squirted all over her wall, her legs kicking fruitlessly at the air as a choked moan escaped her. She growled, egged on by how much Jinx was enjoying this channeling her frustration and anger into her hips. Rutting her ass sent pleasure exploding through Vi's body- this hole felt like it was going to squeeze her cock off, gripping her insanely tight. Her eyes drifted shut, focused on nothing but that.

It took only a few more thrusts for Vi to explode, her head shooting back as her hips slammed in, pumping balls deep. Her body pulsed in time with the shots erupting from her, filling Jinx's belly in hot ropes. The hellion wheezed, leaking tears, snot and now cum. Vi pulled herself free with a messy sound, releasing Jinx and dropping her unceremoniously on the ground.

Jinx lay there, gasping for breath and shaking wildly, creampie oozing from her stretched ass. Vi moved into the kitchen, leaning over the sink and splashing some cold water on her face, breathing hard.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked softly, a moment later, but Jinx was in no condition to respond. She leaned forwards, resting her head against the cool kitchen window and wondering why this was happening. Caitlyn had been right outside, and she'd blown her off to come in and fuck their worst enemy? And so… so roughly, at that. She couldn't even think of doing that to Caitlyn. "...Fucking masochist."

A few minutes later, she sighed, going and scooping up Jinx and delivering her to bed. Jinx wrapped her arms around her shoulders, coughing a little, then gave her a huge, slightly evil grin.

"Man, Vi really does stand for Violence~. Feel better?" Vi rolled her eyes, gently placing Jinx down on the bed.

"Don't even. I just watched you squirt all over my floor."

"My ass hurts," she complained, stretching and arching her back, wincing a little. Vi couldn't argue with that. She sat on the edge of the bed, a hand gently running through Jinx's bright blue hair. Her throat was still ringed by older bruises from their first time fucking, not too terribly different than what had just happened.

"You've really never done something with your ass before?" Vi asked, dubious. Jinx shook her head, snaking a hand down under to massage herself.

"Maybe like, a finger! Not your gorilla cock!" Vi glanced down at herself- limp, now, her rage-lust subsided after a huge load, covered in a mix of pussy juice and cum. She wrinkled her nose at the mess, and Jinx took the opportunity to hold out her arms like a toddler wanting ups. "Take me to the shower, fat dick!"

"I don't know if I like that name less or more," Vi said, pausing for a moment before scooping Jinx up, holding her in a princess carry again. Jinx's hair draped almost to the floor, huge and long and silky smooth. The enforcer blushed a little- the moments like this, in between the antagonism and emotional angst, she remembered that Jinx was very pretty… and that something fluttered in her chest at the sight of her like this.

Stripping Vi's hoodie off of Jinx's slender frame was a welcome distraction from thought, even if it only made the problem worse. She set the shower going, raining down hot water. She stripped off her own clothes, then carried Jinx into the shower, under the hot spray. She groaned softly as the hot water hit her aching body- she was still hurting from her fight with Lonny, the stitches in her forehead pulsing gently.

She pressed her back to the wall after a slow circle to get them both soaked, her knees sliding out from under her until her ass hit the floor. Jinx adjusted herself, draping herself over her shoulders, sitting in her lap, and they just sat there for a while in the hot spray. Vi had almost dozed off when she felt soft lips on her neck. She moaned, the sound quiet, and tilted her neck for better access. Jinx kissed up and down her neck, each more pleasurable than the last, and moved a hand down to lightly grip her length.

Soon they were kissing, Jinx's hard sweeping up and down her engorged length. This was almost whiplash inducing, going from something so violent to something this tender. Vi hadn't let herself think about it, too busy wrapped up in kissing the soft pair of lips and feeling that hand drift along her shaft.

Before long, Vi broke the kiss and leaned back, biting her lower lip as pleasure welled up inside her again. Jinx paused her movements, smearing her palm against Vi's tip. The bigger girl shuddered, using the opportunity to shift Jinx's position to be resting next to her.

Vi's big, rugged hand drifted over a creamy thigh a few times, fingers curled around the inside of her thigh. Jinx shifted, her thighs squeezing together before relaxing, her other, less busy hand tracing a rough scar on the back of Vi's hand. Before long, Vi's fingers curled industriously against Jinx's pussy, returning the favor in kind as the two leaned into each other to continue swapping tongues.

"I always thought your hands would be all shriveled and pale from all that time inside the gauntlets," Jinx breathed, almost too quiet to hear over the rush of water. She'd paused her regular pumping motion to squeeze and fondle Vi's hefty balls.

"I fight without them almost as much as with," she replied, thumb flicking the nub of Jinx's clit, making the pale girl tremble and squeak. Her own eyes fluttered as Jinx kneaded her sack between her fingers. "Plus, in daily life the gauntlets really don't help."

"Don't help you, maybe~" Jinx said slyly, throwing her wink and shaking as Vi plunged two fingers inside her.

The banter was quickly tossed aside as they became engrossed in each other's bodies again, each constantly seeking to one-up the other with fingers and tongues until they were furiously masutrbating each other, lips glued together in a hot and heavy makeout session.

Vi won, barely, as Jinx yelped and clenched, juices gushing out around Vi's fingers a moment before Vi felt her core tighten and her dick explode, rope after rope blasting from her length into the shower, the white seed mixing with the water and slowly spiraling down the drain.

Vi had to suppress a breathless snicker, Jinx lifting an eyebrow at her, too busy panting to speak.

"Nothing," Vi replied, then sighed as Jinx frowned at her. "Just- just thinking of how much cum has washed down that drain over the years. It's stupid."

Jinx stared for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"That is funny, fathands!"