AN: For my friend, who just got into League of Legends.
Jinx one is next. Won't be as fucked up.
Water- check. Money- check. Swimsuit- check. Towels-check. Lotion- check. Magical child with magical bear- check. Miss Fortune looked at her inventory and was satisfied. She had her bottles of water put together in a duffel bag with two rolled up towel. The suntan lotion was between the towel and the water and the swimsuits folded nicely next to it all. The bounty hunter huffed in satisfaction and happiness, but was happier when she saw the little girl next to her.
Red hair, lighter than the tall and voluptuous older woman's, adorned the child's innocent face. It lacked any form of damage from acne, scars, or some other as it smiled happily at the woman in front of it. Dressed in a purple frilly dress and with her hair band on, she beamed happily as she swung her stuffed familiar bashfully. Annie was happy to be going to the water park without having old men constantly tell her not to cast her magic. Sure, she could burn down a whole field, but she wasn't interested in just burning. She wanted to spend time with her parents, but finding out that they were busy with magic and adult problems meant no time for her. It was simply… upsetting.
The portal in front of them waited, shining and showing a blurry reflection of where they would be. Sarah Fortune beamed with the child, happy to spend time as someone other than a gun-slinging pirate lord. When she had heard of the League asking for people to help with Annie, she had immediately jumped on. Much to the surprise of the council, she was adamant. Her normal confidence and cool look was replaced by a desperate need to be with the little girl, but most assumed it had to do with the fact that Miss Fortune lost her own parents. So, the two were here, ready to spend a day in a pool. Oddly enough for a pyromancer and a woman who blew up ships and people.
The water park of Demacia could only be described with the colors of "gold", "white", and "blue". Despite the purpose meant to suit that of children, it was extravagant. The slides were made of golden-tinted metals, the cement painted white, and the blue was on anything that moved. Mascots here and there, moving about and about, people in suits playing a role for children to feel immersed in. Children from not only Demacia, but also Noxus came to this place of wonder and childhood. Ethnic prejudice was thrown aside as those who wished to enjoy this wonder simply enjoyed it.
The two redheads, unique even to the myriad of blonde, black, and red hair, hurried to the ticket exchange. The prompt process was enough for several fathers to let some perversion slip as they stared at the beauty, while the young boys in line stared in awe of the pretty girl. Miss Fortune didn't let the moment sink as she trotted with the skipping girl straight to the dressing room.
"Miss Fortune! Which one should we go to first?" Sarah Fortune felt her heart bounce and loll as the sweet voice called her name. With a kind smile she turned to the little girl.
"Mmm, maybe the Nashor Rush?" The older woman slipped off her suspenders, letting her breasts bounce. She peeled the corset top off as well as her tight leggings, the flesh spilling yet holding a form that upheld beauty. She quickly took out her blue swimsuit and slipped it on. She found her straw hat and placed it on her head with her sunglasses. Through the tinted lens, she watched as the pyromaniac of an angel sat and slowly stripped off the purple dress innocently.
The purple socks went off, sliding on smooth and unblemished skin. The fair skin was displayed for the pirate to see and her eyes feasted. Those little toes with clean pink nails, the little shin of smooth skin, and the tiny thighs lacking any excess of skin to speak of sexual appeal. Yet, as the eyes went up, the heart beat faster. The adorably childish bloomers of white, the naval of the slightest amount of baby fat, the flat stomach of burning energy, and her flat chest with two pink nipples like cherries. Miss Fortune shuddered, feeling her face heat and her hands shake. Her heart was beating like guns on a ship, cannon fire in her head. To top it off, those little arms without muscle, pushing the hair out of the face that warmed her heart of cold water. She's… so cute…. So beautiful… Annie looked up and saw that Miss Fortune was staring and Miss Fortune saw that Annie saw her staring.
"Miss Fortune? What's wrong?" The bounty hunter's mind was in disarray, trying to steer her heart back onto course.
"Uh, nothing honey! Uhm, need help with your swimsuit?" Annie nodded, her smile beaming in happiness. She reached into the bag and pulled out her swimsuit. The swimsuit was a bright yellow, sunny and like a flower. The one piece swimsuit was decorated with frills at the leg openings, the undulating fabric went well with the thighs that it wrapped around. Along the chest was a scatter of shining orange, the plastic waterproof material added just a little flair to go with the red hair that amplified the Dark Child's fair face. Those smooth short legs bended and extended as the white bloomers with the cartoon bear face slipped off. The world bloomed. Pink lights, dazed filters, and an ambient sound of a heart beat seemed to activate all at once as Sarah Fortune took in the sight of Annie's tiny hairless mound. Lips tightly pursed and lacking any knowledge of the madness of sex, they called to her as if they themselves had arms outstretched. Miss Fortune felt herself thrum with a perversion unprofound, or overly simple. She felt her own body start to heat up as she took in the sight, more a craving than an actual lust. Or maybe a lust more than a craving. Nonetheless, she wanted it to-
"Miss Fortune, can I have my swimsuit?" Oh! Her voice! My god! She's so sweet! Miss Fortune quickly regained her composure with a cough.
"Sure thing, honey." The skin, so smooth and young, slid into the tight fitting orange casing. Although Annie wasn't overweight, she had wonderful thighs for being so young. And her cute little butt! Mmmph.
Annie skipped to the massive slides, the biggest ones in fact, right with Miss Fortune. The two rode on tubes, floaters, and everything that rode on water. As the two slid across metal and water, Annie was the one who would scream and laugh in pure glee. Miss Fortune would quietly moan as she got to feel the younger thing's body. Her arms were soft and squishy, fulfilling to lightly squeeze. She masked the squeezing with every large bump or speed-up on the rides, relieved that the young girl was unable to sense her predatory nature. As the day went on, Miss Fortune became much more… naughty. She let her hands travel to the younger girl's chest, pulling her close against her own voluptuous form. It wasn't jealousy or envy, rather, it was a simple desire. Using the same technique and excuse, she would hug the girl tightly, rubbing her large and sexy legs against the pure and young ones. As the contact became much more frequent and the warmth of the body became much more constant, Miss Fortune had to hide her panting. She was glad that the water had naturally hid her slight arousal, but it did concern her to a degree. Nonetheless, the day went on.
The sun went down, casting a beautiful mixture of purple and orange. As Miss Fortune sat on the bench near the snack bar, dripping with water, she sighed. Her heart had hardly calmed down and looking at the sunset was barely calming. The sound of the tiny tongue licking away at a Neapolitan ice cream. The creamy vanilla, the bashful strawberry, and the seducing chocolate dotted the young girl's face. Smears of white and red on her cheek, chocolate mixed with white on her lip, and her nose was lightly kissed by a fleck of vanilla. Miss Fortune had opted to get a root beer instead of actual ice cream, much to the confusion of Annie. Sarah almost lost it when Annie tried to say, "You're missing out".
Annie just licked away, lovingly slurping the colors and flavours into her little mouth. She yelped lightly as the cold ice and milk mixture fell onto her hand and her thigh. The vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry colored her little thigh and shimmered. Why not… No one's here… Logic, morals, and right from wrong went out the window as Annie licked her hand and reached down between her thighs to get the spot. Miss Fortune quickly stopped Annie by grabbing the tiny hand.
"M-miss Fortune?" The older woman was panting, hands tingling and heart beating.
"Annie, honey… You know I love you, right?" Annie nodded, slight fear present in her eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Well- hahah, Annie… I want to show you how much I love you." The ice cream was gone by now, only one slurp more and the cone would be left. But neither of them cared. Miss Fortune kept eye contact with the befuddled child, lowering her head until she was face to face with the girl's stomach. Then, she looked down, her hat bumping into the soft stomach. Thighs of light skin were tightly put together, clearly sensing something. The spot though, was still there. With a long tongue, Miss Fortune lapped at the spot. The ice cream was too sweet, though, it matched Annie very well. Sweet like strawberry, innocent like vanilla, yet so very alluring like chocolate.
"Miss Fortune, I'm not ticklish- so please stop!" Annie asked, but Miss Fortune simply shook her head.
"Annie- I'm not trying to tickle you. Just sit there and let me make you… feel good." Annie looked into those gray eyes, eyes she trusted, and felt immense fear. Within those mature eyes… was something sickening. Like a kraken or a tentacle'd monster, it reached out from the depths, long slimy appendages writhing around Annie's tiny body. The slick, long, things roamed, feeling the skin under the swimsuit and the swimsuit on the skin. As if the monster was in pleasure, the appendages twitched and twisted, crawling underneath the suit and feeling the flesh. The straps fell off, the tight and wet one piece was peeled off and the cold feeling of being bare was present.
Miss Fortune panted and felt herself become wet. Her arousal was at peak, she wanted to feel the girl on her. Annie seemed to have lost sight of what was real, not even resisting as the hands and arms brought her form against the bounty hunter's own. Her breasts cushioned the child's head, but it did nothing to comfort. With little legs spread, tiny little vagina above an older and more experienced one, fingers spread the lips. Annie shuddered, the foreign sensation sending a shiver down her spine. With the middle finger poised, Miss Fortune held the girl's leg with the other hand.
"WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!" Miss Fortune looked up and saw the hulking mass that was a steam golem.
"My name is ChrisHansen- BEEP- Blitzcrank! You're under arrest for pedophilia and sexual assault!" His robotic voice was striking, breaking MF's lustful daze and snapping Annie from her own magic-induced hallucination. The sight of a giant robot with flashing lights was concerning, but more so confusing. "Release the girl and step away." Blitzcrank was in his natural position of hands raised and fists clenched, the metal digits sliding together smoothly. He stepped closer, bouncing up and down slightly with each step. The gray armor atop his chassis was noticeably made for bullets and his helmet would've helped in stopping any stray ricochet. Miss Fortune could only move away, her guns were left back at the League and without any way to damage or disable the robot, she was left no choice.
"Fuck that." She muttered under her breath and quickly lunged for Annie. The young girl was once again in her arms, but Blitz wouldn't have any of it. A large hand, open and ready to grab something caught Miss Fortune and Annie and pulled them to the robot. With a little surge, he electrocuted the older redhead, accidentally electrocuting both the persecutor and the victim. Blitz just stared at the two redheads, one naked and one half clothed. One voluptuous and interesting, the other innocent and tastefully elegant.
"Command, this is Blitzcrank. Caught persecutor. Over." The radio on his vest buzzed and a voice popped out.
"AGH- uh, yeah, this is command. We- AGH- we read you Blitz. Over." Curious.
"Blitz to command, new directives? Over." Static followed by thumping, moaning, and some arguing.
"Command to Blitz, handle it as you see. Over". Blitz let the radio go off, standing in the silence of a sunset and his own curiosity. He knew that his superiors were having hard intercourse at the station, it was common. Yet, he never really felt anything towards the knowledge of it. But now…. Now is a bit different. Here he is, left with a directive to do as he pleases, with a sexy woman and a beautiful little girl. Why not?
Blitz remembered being installed with a pleasure function, something that would fill him with the sensation of being put on a plane beyond the cold metallic logic of his programming. RIght below his armored vest was a plate. It opened up, a square shape, moving to the side as a long, hefty, and massive object came out. He stared at it, the thought of putting this dangerous object into a fleshy organism with organs with orifices molded around circular and round organs, piqued his interest. Maybe it was something born from the sick mind of his creator, Viktor, or something of his own mutation of code, but it filled him with an emotion. The emotion of sick dominance and sadism.
The bench was warmed by the summer sun, the table made of metal. So he placed the two females on the table. The girl's nude form was left for all to see, her arms at her sides and her flat chest open to the world. The woman's sultry body, lightly twitching from the shock, was glistening. Sweat, pool water, it all added to the wonderful image of the woman with curves many in the League tried to compete with. The sight of the bare flesh, waiting to be explored made him tingle with energy. The pillar between his legs twitched, going up and down with rhythm. Beginning. Blitzcrank's large hands gripped Miss Fortune by the waist, leaving her breasts and legs out. The way she shined in the light made him all the more eager. What interested him more, though, was the fact that she was aroused. Between her legs, her lips glistened, the pinkness open and heavy. The square rod between the steam golem's legs was aimed into the pinkness, the cold yet sensitive metal feeling the wetness drip onto the flat head. Miss Fortune's proud face was now a mask of careless weakness painted with an agape mouth and blushed face. Nonetheless, Blitzcrank pressed the meaty woman onto his rod. The thing was two feet long and was thick. Its irregular and inorganic shape was only amplified by how sharp and precise the corners were. The head was a four by four face with each side of the phallus imitation being twenty four by four. It was cruelty with a smile, lust within a being without.
Miss Fortune opened her eyes as Blitzcrank pressed her wet open mound against his dick. Immediately, she freaked out. The cold, flat, surface made her jump and the fact that this Blitz was staring right at her face made her kick and yell.
"This is your punishment. Accept to maximize pleasure for both parties." His robotic voice was cold and the metal of his grip only seemed to amplify it with its physical touch. The face of his "tip" was now warm, the wet lips and body warming it had done its job. "Proceeding." With a violent pull, the woman budged at least two inches down. A scream was only heard for a split second as Blitzcrank's index finger placed itself over the redhead's face. The darkness covering her eyes made her skin crawl as she felt the straining feeling of her neck about to snap. The threat was clear. She only tensed her legs as the square object digging into her rubbed itself on her exposed insides. The way it rubbed, how cold the rest of it was, and the punishing darkness, it made her wet. The thought of Annie was gone, replaced by fear and lust as Blitzcrank humped and bumped her sex. Not working. Apply more force. Blitzcrank reared his hips back and with a bit of a boost, he swung his hips forward, his dick a battering ram.
Sarah was glad that she was wet, the thing broke her. Her tight circular love canal was stretched, caving in as the rectangular pillar pressed itself into her. She huffed and panted, the strain heavy as her wet labia rolled itself out and let the cold shape in. Soon, her lips were wrapped around four inches of the thing. Her vagina felt odd, having to conform to the inorganic shape with edges. The edges dug in, causing pain and a sense of righteous pleasure, a punishment for her crime. She moaned as the object went deeper, only pulling out a quarter of an inch and going at least two more inches in. It pressed hard against her cervix and her body quaked as she felt herself bleeding. Fuck it hurts! But no matter her thoughts, how she screamed through muffled noise, and how hard she wriggled, it only began. Blitzcrank started to go back and forth, dragging his edged tool in and out of the woman. Her breasts bounced between his index and middle finger, creating a slapping noise to go with the sloshing and slicking of the… process. She shook her legs, hitting Blitzcrank's gray bullet-proof armor, and tightening up whenever he slammed her cervix.
All the while, Blitzcrank stared at the woman in his hand. Her blood dripped off his tool, she wet herself every five or six thrusts, and she made noises of pain and pleasure. Interesting. Masochism confirmed. He decided to increase the pace of pleasure and tightened his grip before shaking the woman on his dick. The pressure-sensors on his tool noted the tightening walls and the warm blood running down. Her walls clamped down and released with every pull and push, her once pink and soft warm walls now raw and bloody. A loud moan disrupted his processing as the woman squirted onto his vest. Red and clear liquid coated him, the feeling of the woman still enjoyable, but the fact that she had lost consciousness disappointed him. He pulled the bounty hunter off with ease, enjoying the feeling of her walls dragging itself to the tip. Examining her, her mound was in the shape of a curvy square with blood rimming the lips and on her thighs. Her eyes were rolled back and her tongue was out. He laid her on the table, next to the child. Child. Nude. Try. He turned to Annie, little Annie in her nude form. Wrong. Incorrect. Chris Fucking Hansen. Directive fulfilled. Returning to base. His metallic body, steaming engine, and clunking step was heard till he was out of the park. The empty park with the bench coated in blood, womanly release, and piss.
The tentacles, they coil and wrap. Their slimy texture with the cold flesh of their surface was suffocating. The waters of fear drowned out magic and outcry, removing any of her magic. Annie felt cold, her exposed and nude little body left for the monster going for her body. The mass of red tentacles wrapped around her little legs, coiling around her feet, calves, thighs and waist. They pulled her down, running along her little anus and her shaved vagina. The tight lips were fiddled with, sliminess applied to spread the adamant entrance. She gurgled in the depressing ocean as the tentacles forced one in. The thick thing was thinner at the tip, but it got thicker as it went down. It wiggled its way in, undulating and bouncing like a wave to force itself deeper and to stuff the tiny being with its slimy tentacles crawled over her and wrapped around her chest. The sunction on her legs and sensitive parts made her tingle and twitch. Her moans were drowned out by the darkness of the sea and the waters of shame, humiliation, depression, and fear. It choked her as the slimy things crawled up, shoveling one into her tiny little pussy and two twisted and sucked on her little pert nipples. A larger and thicker one rubbed its tip against her lips and cheeks, feeling the functions of eating and corrupting it by entering her mouth. Her tiny lips and her soft cheeks were forced to accept the large tentacle, her cheeks puffing from the filling. As it forced its way down her throat, her mind drifted. Letting go any idea of resisting and submitting to the will of the tentacle. It pumped itself in and out of her throat, the salty taste and the strong texture enough to make her retch. It reached deep down, tingling her stomach acids and going past all that to squeeze into her belly. She screamed, still muffled, as she felt it explore her intestines. Annie, in her short amount of years, never felt this pain and could've never imagined it. The tentacle stopped though, only lightly pumping in her throat and the other in her undeveloped pussy twisting and cork-screwing. A massive one, bigger than the rest, and with a metal hook inserted itself right into her little anus. The metal hook was pushed into the tiny rosebud. It wiggled, twisted, whipped around in anger, and shoved itself deeper and deeper until it touched the other tentacle. The pain of having her intestines torn and her body violated thoroughly did not end. The two tentacles went past each other, wiggling and squirming. A sensation, different yet similar to releasing shit, was felt in her core as the tentacle forced itself out of her tiny anus, rubbing the other tentacle. Annie, with her little knowledge of biology and sex, knew that her anus had torn. The hooked one however, was not done. Even with the one entering her throat left wiggling out her ass, the hooked one went past everything else. It slowly, searingly, went up and up, burning her intestines with pain of overfilling. As it neared her throat, Annie could only cry as it pushed its hook out of her throat forcefully and out of her mouth.
The tentacles pumped and pumped, rubbing their length in the body of the little girl. The little girl, barely old enough to know what sex is, could only cry in pain as every orifice was filled and punched through with a tentacle. The hooked tentacle latched itself around her tongue, seeming to rub and pull her tongue with every thrust. The sensation of having something sentient explore and play with her ass like it's a beaten shoe was disgustingly pleasurable as she could only feel pleasure to forget the pain. She cried, feeling release followed by the pain. Pumping and pumping, pulling her intestines this way and that, the tentacles blew their load, clouding the water white and smothering Annie in their seed.
Annie awoke, to the sight of Miss Fortune panting and barely conscious and a Demacian man putting a blanket on her. His older face was kind, but she barely noticed. She only thought of being plugged and pulled apart by the tentacles.