There are two stories in this chapter. The first part is a somewhat smutty quick shipping attempt at Vayne X Miss Fortune (Yuri Tag). The second part is my gift to humanity.

Infamy Mf Vayne.

The two women's mouths part after a little while, their full lips connected by a thin string of saliva. Miss Fortune smiles coyly at the Demacian vigilante that's seated on her lap much to the Night Hunter's visible chagrin. Shauna Vayne's still defiant crimson irises quietly glaring into Sarah's solemn blue ones with apparent frustration.

"You are getting better at this." The redheaded Mafioso softly drawls at her faintly blushing former rival, the captured vigilante's relatively fair visage sprinkled with rouge and lipstick smudges due to being on the receiving end of her criminal overlord's recent affections.

"…"

"Fine, don't talk to me then," Sarah mutters with obvious irritation under her breath when the other woman stubbornly refuses to reply to her for more than a minute, "I prefer you using that cute little mouth of yours for more enjoyable things anyway." The mob boss smirks at her prey, but the redhead's smile falter when the ex-vigilante simply continues ignoring her.

With a frustrated grunt Sarah pulls Vayne into another deep kiss, the two rivals' gazes meeting along with their tongues. The mild buzzing of the electrifying collar that's carefully secured around the Night Hunter's milky neck the only sound present in the beautiful Mafioso's luxurious office other than the wet smacks of the two women's aggressive ministrations.

Sarah slowly pulls away from the lips of her former rival after about a minute or so of intense kissing, the redhead's arms possessively settling behind Vayne's naked back. The cunning criminal mastermind's fingers busing themselves with playing with a few strands of Shauna's long midnight black trenches. Meanwhile Vayne just keep glaring at Miss Fortune, the two former enemies still gasping and panting, completely out of breath, their nude bodies pressed flat against each other's warm epidermis.

"Y- *Huff* your stamina is also improving." Miss Fortune states absentmindedly when she finally manages to catch her breath and Vayne simply grunts once more in response. Mere seconds later and with a grudging look on her face, Shauna brushes her lips against those of her very irritating mistress.

"You talk too much." The pale huntress says lowly.

Sarah is momentary taken aback by Vayne's actions, the brooding huntress' affection catching the infamous criminal boss off guard. But after a brief second the mob boss closes her eyes and leans in into her rival's unexpected kiss. Both women's hands unwittingly seeking the grasp of the other below the sweaty covers of their shared bedroom.

Shauna's fierce expression somewhat softening when Fortune's delicate hand tenderly slips into her grasp, much like how the redheaded Mafioso faintly smiles genuinely against the ex-vigilante's lips when Vayne gently squeezes her hesitant appendage in the near complete darkness.

Perhaps the infamous Night Hunter might be fonder of the notorious mob boss that defeated her than she lets on in general.

Perhaps there was a reason behind why Miss Fortune had, for the first time in her life, chosen to spare the life of such a dangerous adversary.

Vac note: Day 13, I have now shipped Vayne with 4 champions and I am still bored out of my mind. Perhaps it is time for the long awaited (by only myself of course) Teemo harem project.

Teemo was waiting besides the road, his surfboard held on one defined furry arm, the necklace made of sea shells, marbles and Pirate Aatrox's teeth shining proudly on the naked muscular chest of the handsome male yordle.

"Oh maaan!" Teemo sighs in his cute high-pitched yordle voice that's currently also sounding manly as fuck for the purposes of this fanfiction. "I've wasted all of my money on this awesome shark necklace, sunscreen and a giant box of coconut-scented condoms, but now I have no money or way to get back home… Sigh."

Teemo then sees a four-decker pink bus that's rapidly approaching him and so he puts a friendly, innocent smile on his mug as he raises his thumb sky-high. The bus suddenly comes to a halt beside him with a loud noise of abused tires and the pinkette driver pokes her head out of the vehicle to address the handsome surfer.

"Yo, you looking for a ride, pal?" Vi casually asks with an easy smile and Teemo hastily shakes his head up and down in confirmation. A cacophony of feminine giggles suddenly bursts from inside the vibrant vehicle. "Then hop in, pal!" Vi raps her palm against the frame of her bus and when the vehicle's door screeches open Teemo instantly notices that the pinkette driver is only wearing a pair of blue sunglasses and an leather driving hat on her half-shaved head.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I completely forgot to mention that this is a nudist bus! I'm currently transferring some freakishly hot models to their respective towns after a naughty photoshoot. Job's tough... Anyway, don't worry though, you don't have to follow the damn nudist rule, the girls inside are just super horny is all. Damn' nymphos all of them they are, I swear!"

Another wave of female giggles washes over Teemo like a pleasant refreshing breeze. The Swift Scout flashes a grin at Vi and then quickly enters the bus. Teemo's third, rapidly hardening leg dragging across the floor of the tall pink vehicle...

The nude driver raises a scarred pink eyebrow at that. "You forgot your surfboard outside, buddy." Vi yells from behind the steering wheel, but simply scratches the back of her head and steps on the gas pedal when she only receives throaty moans and feminine giggles for a reply. "Oh, well."

The camera then shows the back of the pink four-decker bus that's violently quaking suspiciously speeding away from the viewer, a standing bright orange surfboard reflecting the blinding sunlight as white cursive letters suddenly appear at the bottom of the static TV screen.

'Teemo's Sexy Adventure' The letters spell out. And then the screen slowly fades and the monitor turns off by itself leaving you staring in awe at the cold black rectangle of your silent TV screen.

The End-

A furry hand erases the last word and deftly replaces it with another one.

The beginning

Teemo smiles, winking knowingly

Before anyone points it out, Vi's bus is a special one and has the steering wheel on the same side as the door so Vi and Teemo can have their conversation without me adding more actions into the scene. The Sexy Bus is also running on Yasuo tears while an M Kennen is trapped inside its engine and Ahri's charms are leaking from its air-conditioner. Riven once also attempted to get a ride on a similar green bus, but it was filled with naked Teemos. Fortunately for her Riven has a yordle fetish. I am so proud of this little gem.