The flare of neon purple, pink and green shone and danced in the reflection of the welding goggles Jinx wore, the liquids she was working with glowing brightly. Music throbbed through the space, the scrawny girl's head bobbing in time with it. She reached underneath the desk, pulling out a vial of something thick and purple and pouring it into a beaker. She lifted another slender vial of something shimmering and pink, flicking it a couple of times to make steam wisp off of the top.
She carefully fed an eyedropper into the pink vial, sucking up some of the strange substance. She sniffed, blinking several times as a few of the fumes hit her. She sucked in a sharp breath, heat rolling through her body in pulsing waves starting at her core and emanating outwards. She smirked, knowing that if just a whiff was enough to do this to her… then the full vial would leave her target absolutely ker-fucked.
After a moment to steady herself, she reviewed a page of hastily scribbled calculations, squeezing lightly and adding just three drops of the heady mixture to the swirling purple liquid. It sparked on contact, causing Jinx to lean back as a plume of pinkish-purple smoke rose into the air. She took a piece of cardboard and waved it away, then applied the finishing touches by dumping in a certain amount of water to cut the mixture. She poured from the beaker into a new contraption, flicking a switch and watching through the viewing window as the mixture stirred, lights playing across her face as the chemicals reacted with each other.
Jinx spent the next half hour bored out of her skull, alternately scribbling on the wall and taking potshots at targets set up throughout her lair, screaming the lyrics to the song she was listening to. Finally, the machine hissed and a tray slid out, revealing the liquid, poured and packaged into five ready-to-go injectors. She raised her welding goggles, her eyes flashing a mad, pink gleam, as if barely containing a roiling storm of chaos and rage.
She swept up the vials, seating them into a leather holster at her hip and picking up her newest toy, admiring the scary large needle at the tip. She pulled back a switch, watching the needle recede into the barrel. She spun the weapon, sliding it into place on her belt. She stretched, back arching like a cat, and cracked her knuckles. She pulled off her goggles, tossing them casually to land on the dummy shaped like an old, departed friend.
She spun, pirouetting acrobatically, and landed a finger directly on a picture pinned to her wall. The eyes were crossed out in twin copies of an angry red X.
"We'll see how enamored you are with her after what she does to you," she muttered, head tilting as she stared down the hated visage. Her intense expression broke with a giggle that broke out into maniacal laughter, echoing around her workshop.
Vi scowled at a passerby, the scarred man grunting in return at her as he walked by without incident. Vi knocked her knuckles together, her hextech fists making a solid, resounding thunk that echoed down the dim Zaunian street.
"Really wish you would dress down when we come here," she muttered, keeping her head on a swivel. The girl walking beside her, resplendent in her sheriff's outfit, answered with a sideways glance.
"You know we're required to wear badges if we're working inside Zaun." Her voice was soft, her accent crisp and almost melodic at times. Vi snorted.
"Right, because you always follow the rules." Caitlyn rolled her eyes.
"When the rules allow, yes. Relations between Zaun and Piltover are strained enough; we're lucky enough to be let in at all."
Vi started to retort, stopping mid-stride and looking around. She'd been about to say 'maybe you are', but things in her home were… different now. She'd thrown in her lot with the Pilties, even if the specific Piltie she'd chosen was beautiful, badass, and a bit of a maverick herself- but, to many of the people of Zaun, it made no difference. She wasn't exactly welcome down here anymore.
Her bad feels trip was thankfully interrupted by Caitlyn, who pointed to a building up ahead at the edge of town.
"That's the place," she announced confidently, and Vi nodded. She drew up her hood, becoming as inconspicuous as someone wearing enormous metal fists could. They were on Pow- on Jinx's trail, again, and they'd gotten some honestly solid intel through their detective work on where she was holed up. It was an old warehouse, something which Jinx had reportedly been using as a makeshift workshop and firing range.
Vi slunk up to the thin metal sheeting, placing a metal finger against it. It vibrated a little. She pressed her ear to the wall, faintly hearing the pumping throb of bass. She nodded to Caitlyn, and the two carefully crept around to a side alley, finding a spot where they could climb up on some abandoned boxes to peer in through a window. Caitlyn used a sleeve to rub off a bit of the grime, allowing them to see inside.
The warehouse was big and dim, but they could make out a series of strung up lights that illuminated what seemed to be a hastily assembled workspace. A dirty mattress in one corner served as a bed, and there was a wide space sporting scorch marks and various debris that indicated explosives testing had taken place. This was definitely the place- further confirmed by the sight of a hunched over girl, currently assembling something at a bench.
The girls worked together, gingerly finding purchase and lifting the window open. Caitlyn had a small can of oil, dripping it onto the hinges to soften the sound as they wedged it open. They shimmied through the gap, Vi going first. She took a moment to survey the room, then hopped from the windowsill to a crossbeam, flipping down to an old conveyor belt. It rattled under her weight and she froze, Caitlyn's rifle unfolding in the window as she covered her. The figure at the table paused, tilting their head, then went back to work. After a moment, Vi dropped to the ground.
Caitlyn, still not quite as nimble as Vi at the delicate art of freerunning, simply dropped from the window, Vi catching her in a princess carry at the bottom. They shared a moment of eye contact, Vi smiling confidently, before the seriousness of their task caught back up with them and Vi set her on her feet.
They swept towards the workshop, Caitlyn flowing through the room with her rifle raised as Vi crept forwards. They approached the workbench, identifying Jinx from behind, busily putting something together with a ratchet. Her pigtails swept the ground behind her as she swayed in time with the music.
They shared a glance, nodding, and Caitlyn trained the rifle on Jinx. The distinctive click of it chambering a round echoed through the space, as good as a shout to let Jinx know they were there. Jinx froze, slowly standing to her full height, head tilting back towards them just a little.
"By my authority as the duly appointed Sheriff of Piltover, you are under ar-"
"Under arrest," came the sharp interruption, Jinx already sounding bored with the whole proceedings. "Yada yada, come quietly, due process, mambo jumbo.."
Vi took a step forwards, feeling something off about the ground beneath their feet. She looked down just as Jinx hit a foot pedal, something audibly connecting. There was a deep, bass-y sound as her gauntlets were jerked to the ground, slamming heavily against the floor. Caitlyn's rifle was similarly ripped from her grasp, drawn to the floor like a ball from a cannon. Jinx turned, giving them a slow clap.
"Congratulations, Piltover's fartiest! You got me!"
"Cait!" Vi yelled, pulling on her gauntlets to no avail. They were stuck fast. "It's a trap! Get off the-"
Jinx's revolver was in her hand faster than a blink, barking as a round fired at the clasp holding the enormous doors beneath them shut. It shattered, dropping the floor out from under them as they plummeted twenty feet down, landing hard on the surprisingly springy ground below. The forces holding their gear were unrelenting, forcing Vi to release her gauntlets or let her shoulders tear from their sockets as the industrial trapdoor parted and pulled the two electromagnets mounted to the bottom of the door in opposite directions.
Vi pushed herself to her feet, swaying unsteadily. The ground and walls down here were covered in mattresses, creating a ten-by-ten room that wouldn't have looked out of place in an asylum.
"Cait!" She called out, drawn by the response of weak coughing to her companion's side a few feet away.
"I'm alright," she called back, rising to one knee and looking up at the square opening above them. "She… predicted us right down to where we were standing? That's… That's not…"
Jinx appeared at the edge of the hole, looking down with a satisfied smirk… until her gaze got to Caitlyn, where it immediately hardened. She held a remote in hand, the kind with a big red button, and hit it. The lights snapped out, replaced by UV lights that bathed the pit in garish purple light. Less stains of a questionable origin were illuminated than Caitlyn had expected, honestly. Music pounded through the pit, brain-distressingly loud- and, to add insult to injury, it was that damn song Jinx herself had recorded.
A second later, Jinx dropped into the pit. She straightened up, cracking her neck. Vi maneuvered herself in front of Caitlyn, raising her arms and tightening her hands into fists. Jinx took a single step forwards and lights flared, firing a strobe directly into Vis brain. She staggered, Jinx's fist coming in fast from the side to smash against her face. She swung in response, connecting with only empty air as Jinx slid past her. Jinx seemed to teleport in the strobe light, each bright flash finding her in a different position.
Vi crossed arms, protecting her face, only for a blow to come to her side. Jinx's laughter echoed off of the walls, her attacks coming chaotically, completely without a pattern. The strobe disoriented Vi, the music pounding in her head. Jinx suddenly reared up in front of Vi, bringing her head down to meet Vi's in a resounding crack that sent Vi slamming back against a mattress.
"Vi!" Caitlyn yelled, coming to her aid, only for Jinx to drop low, planting a low kick in Caitlyn's belly that sent her flying away. Jinx slunk around Vi's back, wrapping an arm around her neck. Caitlyn had a brief vision of Jinx pressing something to Vi's neck before the strobe went dark again. When it came back on, Vi was writhing on the floor, Jinx riding some sort of rope up and out of the pit, firing a jaunty salute in Caitlyn's direction.
The strobe thankfully stopped, the sudden dimness of the UV light returning suddenly, robbing Caitlyn of her sight. She groped forwards, fighting her breath back into her body, and reached Vi. a hand landing on her core.
"Vi! What did she do to you!?"
Vi was in no condition to answer- Her back arched off of the ground, her muscles straining and popping. Her jaw set, a growl coming from inside, sounding almost like her body had forced it out. She swelled, growing a bit as her muscle density increased. Caitlyn backed off, horrified, thinking it was Shimmer, but she was only seeing bits of the usual symptoms. Vi's biceps and abs bolstered, gaining an extra inch or so of height, but she certainly wasn't turning into the usual monstrous aberration that could usually be expected. Her veins glowed pink as whatever it was pumped through her, mouth forced open to let out- a moan?
Vi was writhing, eyes rolling back in her head as her body spasmed on its own. The ripples seemed to be coming from Vi's lower body, drawing Caitlyn's gaze, naturally, to her groin. Vi's pants bulged alarmingly with something, Caitlyn's jaw dropping in shock.
"She didn't tell you about her little extra?" Came a taunting voice, whispering in her ear, and Caitlyn whirled around to find no one. She felt a hot breath on her shoulder. "No, she wouldn't have. You're not that close."
Caitlyn spun again, lashing out at empty air. Jinx's laughter echoed down into the pit, and Caitlyn's gaze snapped to Vi. Vi was standing, her eyes glowing a bright, swirling pink, her breath coming in great, heaving gasps that actually steamed. Caitlyn took a step back, and Vi took a step forwards. There was something in her gaze that terrified Caitlyn to her core- not quite violence, and not quite… well, not violence. Her breath caught in her chest, her voice uncertain. "V-Vi?"
Vi hit her in a tackle, easily overpowering the weaker girl and tossing her to the ground. Caitlyn struggled, even hitting Vi a few times, but the bigger girl didn't even notice the blows. She forced Caitlyn to the ground and grabbed her shirt, muscles flexing as she simply tore Caitlyn's clothes open, leaving her exposed. Cait jerked, her breasts and belly now exposed to open air. "Vi, please-!"
Vi ripped her pants off in a similar fashion, pulling on her panties until they snapped, leaving her covered in nothing but the shreds of her clothing. Vi treated her own pants the same way, tearing them away and off of her body to finally reveal her bulge. Caitlyn's breath caught again, brain thrown into shock at the sight of that huge, throbbing dick. It was pulsing needily, so swollen it was red, and the pre already oozing from the tip glowed in the UV lights.
Caitlyn snapped back to reality as Vi's length slapped against her face, the meaty weight imprinting itself on her psyche as the scent reached her. She began to panic, trying to get free, but Vi still had her easily pinned. "D-don't-!"
Vi felt nothing but need, her world spinning. Her body was moving on its own, obeying the single impulse left in her shattered mind- fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
Vi's hips slammed forwards, the tip of her length ramming down Caitlyn's throat, forcing it to stretch wide around her length as she plunged in, her heavy, smooth balls impacting against Caitlyn's face. Caitlyn gagged, her jaw burning in pain as it was forced so far open, and her eyes watered almost immediately. She had a brief moment of hope as Vi pulled back, that length drawing back through her throat before it was dashed as Vi just slammed back down again, choking Caitlyn on her cock.
Caitlyn's vision blurred through her tears as Vi pounded her face, shifting positions to reach deeper, letting off animal grunts and moans of pure pleasure. Caitlyn's eyes rolled back in her head, her mascara beginning to run as Vi made an absolute mess of her face. The mattress under them was getting more and more soaked in brightly glowing fluids. She tried to bite, to do anything to defend herself, but the huge thing reshaping her gullet was just too big for that.
Caitlyn couldn't breathe. Every whiff of air she did manage to take, forcing life through her body, was so heavily tainted by Vi's scent that it made her head swim. Her vision blackened on the edges, slowly but surely, and she found it a surprise when Vi slammed down into her throat and exploded.
Vi's sheer size, pushed thicker by the drugs, ensured that Caitlyn's tight throat felt each and every pulse as Vi dumped cum directly into her stomach, force-fed down her throat. She wrenched free, leaving Caitlyn immediately gagging up a mouthful of Vi's heavy taste, wheezing and coughing as cum and spit drooled from her mouth. She rolled onto her side, desperately choking down breaths, and barely felt Vi's hands roughly pushing her onto her back. She kicked, a foot impacting Vi's diamond-grater abs, trying to push her off of her.
"Let me-! V-vi! D-don't, please!" Vi's hands forcibly spread Cait's legs, her thick, throbbing shaft laid against Caitlyn's belly as Vi secured her legs in a forced mating press, leaving Caitlyn's drooling folds exposed. Caitlyn shuddered and shook, her look going from anguished to slightly bewildered.
Wh-why am I so wet?
There was no time for those thoughts, however, as Vi's length began to grind against her pussy, the wide tip smearing against her folds. Vi's hips raised, her tip parting Caitlyn's pussy slightly as she found the hole and lined up. "Vi, no, I'm a-!"
She howled in pain as Vi slammed home, tearing through ruthlessly and spreading her virgin insides around the massive meat pole. Pain exploded through Caitlyn's body, her screams cut off as Vi roughly pushed their lips together, her tongue taking over Caitlyn's mouth.
Vi shook herself, letting out a groan of absolute bliss as she felt Caitlyn's pussy wrapping around her length. Her hips wasted no time in setting to motion, ramping up quickly. Between the thick coating of Caitlyn's saliva and the sheriff's inexplicably soaked pussy, Vi accelerated fast. The rational part of Caitlyn's mind knew, without a doubt, that Vi's length simply could not, would not fit- and yet, it plunged inside her again and again, ruthlessly bulging her stomach with each earth-shattering thrust. It filled her completely, each rough movement stealing Caitlyn's power to do anything.
Vi came quickly, which could be expected at the pace they were going at. Caitlyn whimpered as she felt that huge thing explode again, rope after rope of thick cum pumping into her womb, erupting around the seal of their hips to ooze down and make a huge mess. Caitlyn's back arched, something more than pain coursing through her body and making her squeal into Vi's mouth. Her mind blanked, flaring pure white as consciousness utterly left her for a moment.
Vi's weight lifted from her, the big girl falling back on her knees and wheezing, her length oozing still at half-mast as the big girl looked up at the roof. She was sucking down air, just as out of breath as Caitlyn was.
Was that-?
But there was no time for Caitlyn to think. She kicked at Vi, landing a blow across the face and pushing off of it, rolling to her belly and desperately scrambling, trying to get away from Vi. Vi's head rolled with the kick, snapping back around and reaching out, closing her grip around Caitlyn's ankles and dragging her back. Caitlyn yelped, her legs still weak and trembling, clawing at the mattresses underneath.
"Vi, please!"
Vi spread her legs and settled her weight on top of Caitlyn again, her hips already humping her freshly-recovered length against Caitlyn's ass. For a moment, Caitlyn thought Vi was too far gone to even find her hole- then that broad tip was pressed against her pussy again, and the now familiar pain of Vi slamming home followed. It was different now, though… Something different, something that felt like brain melting electricity, accompanied each roll of pain through her body. Vi's rough hands wrapped around Caitlyn's chest, squeezing her breasts even as she drove her down into the floor with every pound of her hips.
Caitlyn felt that white flash again, howling as her body shook and spasmed almost painfully. Her howls echoed up, bouncing off of the walls of the pit, music to Jinx's ears… who lay on the edge of the pit, her head tilted back to watch the two upside-down as her fingers furiously rubbed her own pussy, bullying her clit. She panted hard, another orgasm coursing through her body, hips lifting off of the ground. She stifled her yelp with three fingers, shoved in her mouth as a jet of her fluids shot across the room, her thighs flexing and her legs kicking as she squirted.
Down below, Vi had left bruises in Caitlyn's chest and drove her head down into the smelly mattress- which, given, now smelled like sex instead of whatever filth it had been before. Sex was all Caitlyn could see, hear, smell, or think about. It filled her now, even as her body was relentlessly used, her pussy swollen and abused. She jerked, choking as Vi came again, swelling her belly with yet more cum.
Her voice was weak now, hoarse and cracking. "V-vi… p-please…"
Vi's length messily pulled free again, this time accompanied by a lewd schlorp as Caitlyn whimpered, her folds swollen from the rough use. Her jaw still hurt from the first round, but they were evidently far from done as Vi, or whatever she had become, scooped Caitlyn up and pressed her against the wall, legs pinned up to keep them spread by force. Caitlyn dug her nails into Vi's back, but that only seemed to egg her on as Vi forced her way inside again and set about railing her. Spittle hung from Caitlyn's chin, her entire body bouncing with each powerful thrust, noise and breath forced out of her equally. Her belly was rounded slightly from the already huge loads she'd taken.
Caitlyn yelped and Vi moved a hand to her throat, squeezing to cut off her airway. She choked and spluttered, eyes widening as Vi's shut, her head tilting back in ecstasy, before re-opening to fix Caitlyn with an intense gaze.
Blackness clawed at the edges of Cait's vision, but the diminishing oxygen put other things, other feelings, in sharp relief. Every nerve in her body felt each pound of Vi's dick, sound muting as she was forced to focus on nothing but the feeling of her body being used like a toy. She bit her lower lip, whimpering weakly as she experienced that strange feeling spread through her body again, her mind whiting out.
Vi released her throat and she drew down a deep, painful breath, but it was too late. Her faltering consciousness drifted away, the last sensations she felt being Vi's hot breath and the feeling of intense emptiness as Vi's length pulled free of her ravaged pussy, leaving her belly rounded obscenely.
For the second time in her life, Vi found herself in a prison cell. This stay was different than her previous one, at least; it had been three days and she'd had no beatings, no unguarded interactions with other prisoners. She hadn't been allowed to leave the room, having no human contact aside from the stony-faced guard that brought her meals twice a day.
In a black cloud of shame, sorrow and regret, Vi consoled herself with the thought that this stay, at least, would be short- this would get her executed for sure. The Wardens had found her unconscious body next to Caitlyn's, with no trace of whatever Jinx had injected her with around to tell any other story than the one that seemed obvious- Vi, the known criminal from Zaun, had raped the Kiramman heiress.
A harsh laugh belted out, her hands covering her face as it turned quickly into sobs. She- she'd felt something for Caitlyn, but to have it fulfilled like this was…
She looked up from the corner of the cell as a noise caught her attention, tears streaming down her face. Her choked sobs caught as she recognized, with equal parts excitement and horror, Caitlyn Kiramman.
Caitlyn's face was an unreadable mask, stony and unexpressive. Even her blue eyes were glacial, giving away absolutely nothing. Her throat was still ringed in angry purple bruises, making Vi cringe at the sight of them. She walked with a slight limp, stepping into the cell as the guard opened it.
"Is she the only prisoner on this level?" She rasped, her voice still not fully recovered. The guard nodded, shooting a glower at Vi with a growl.
"Yes ma'am. She's completely isolated, as requested."
"Good." Caitlyn drew out a thick envelope that jingled with money, pressing it into the guard's chest. "Take the rest of the day off. Go home."
"You sure?" He asked, even as he pocketed the bribe. "Me and a few of the boys would be happy to help you-"
"No," Caitlyn interrupted, rolling up her sleeves. "That won't be necessary."
Vi cringed, drawing further into the corner, but she was trapped- just as trapped as Caitlyn had been with her in the pit. She drew into a ball, breathing hard, panicked. Caitlyn nodded to the guard, who walked away, and approached Vi.
"On your feet," she ordered, gruffly, and Vi looked at her like a cornered animal. "On. Your. Feet."
Vi pushed herself to her feet, not daring to raise her fists, even in defense. She'd done enough damage to Caitlyn. Caitlyn's slender arm reached out, a palm pushing her against the wall, and she brought them close, very close together. Vi still couldn't find even a single bit of give in those ice-cold eyes.
"C-cait… I'm so sorry…" Vi's apology was cut off as she gasped, hand flying to her neck. Caitlyn withdrew the injector, the drug quickly flooding Vi's body. Vi reeled, her world rocked off of its hinges. "W-why?"
Caitlyn's pupils expanded a bit, an endless void, and the question echoed in Vi's mind as it shattered once again. Her last impression, looking at Caitlyn, was…
Hunger.