Chapter Text
- Ahri -
Ahri settled deeper into the couch.
The Kitsune yawned, her messy ponytail flopping over the shoulder of her unwashed sweater and she flicked a thumb over the screen of her phone, refreshing her timeline for the third time in an hour.
The blonde fox idly scrolled down without focusing on the screen, half absorbing the information displayed. Text posts and silly captioned images flew by with every flick of her thumb.
Quarantine got me like…
2 Days into Quarantine vs 2 Months…
Me when my bf comes over after Quarantine is lifted…
The Kitsune eyes glazed over even further. These posts were barely a half hour old and she'd already seen them more than once. Her canine ears twitched in annoyance, but a moment later they perked to attention when Ahri found a fresh comment thread to lurk in.
When I find the patient zero slut, the caption stated, interposed over a picture of a cartoon character strangling another cartoon character.
Dumb bitches, Ahri thought, a smug smile curling her lips. A common misconception making the rounds on social media was that the virus plaguing Valoran City had been caused by an STD passed from a Void creature.
She knew from thorough experience that it was impossible to contract an STD from fucking a Voidling, the difference in biology was simply too vast to allow for it. Their tentacle appendages were pleasingly similar to male human anatomy, but their manner of actually reproducing was completely different; closer to mitosis or replication than reproduction. For them, sexual activity was simply another way to feed off of magical essence, similar to how Ahri refilled her Kitsune well of magic.
That's a bad comparison. Ahri decided, wrinkling her nose. When THEY feed off sex, it's gross. But when I feed, it's fucking hot.
Scrolling further down her phone displayed the same old shitposts that the last two refreshes gave her, so the Kitsune gave up, sinking deeper into the couch, her bare legs splaying out wide. The motion caused Ahri's messy grey sweater to bunch up around her chest, drawing her attention to a few questionable food morsels that were perched on her titties. The blonde fox briefly distracted herself by nibbling on a chip crumb but quickly spat it out when she realized it was several days old.
Ahri drew in a breath to sigh, but a sudden jolt of pleasure rushed through her, as intense as a sudden gust of winter wind - the kind that made her fingers tense up, her toes curl and her breath hitch in pleasant surprise - and shivers ran down her spine. The feeling coincided with a sloppy wet slurp from between Ahri's thighs and the Kitsune's sigh turned into a quivering moan. A trickle of pleasure flowed through her as she felt a line of simulation drag itself up her cunt, and the glorious feeling cascaded into a surging river as the sensation began toying with her clit. Ahri threw her head back, her stained grey sweater pulled tight against her chest, her breath forced out in a shaky gasp. She sucked in air through her clenched teeth, and felt the unmistakable feeling of orgasm begin swirling like a whirlpool in her core. One hand released its grip on the couch and placed itself on the source of the pleasure between her legs, the Kitsune's fingers running through deep turquoise-green locks of hair.
Soraka lavished Ahri's pussy with another sloppy kiss. The Unicorn's tongue plunged deep into the Kitsune's folds while Soraka's thumbs pulled her lover's tenderness wide open. The Starchild's iridescent emerald eyes glanced up to take in Ahri's reaction, and pleased with what she saw, Soraka's lashes fluttered closed, the Unicorn focusing herself entirely on partaking of the sweetness between her lover's legs.
Ahri's breath hitched and her back arched, Soraka's sensual stimulations eliciting a throaty moan from the Kitsune. The moan pathetically devolved into a staccato rhythm of high pitched mewls when the Starchild's textured tongue expertly dragged across sensitive spots Ahri didn't even know she had. The Kitsune's hand wound itself deep into the Unicorn's luscious green hair as the blonde fox held on for dear life.
Fffuck, fuck fuck, mother FUCKER that's good, Ahri thought. Ohhh, ohh Goddess, I'm already about to cum. Quick Ahri, distract her.
"Ahhh, have you seen this shit? All the uh, hnnnh, the Void hate?" The Kitsune asked as she scrolled through her phone with her free hand, as if the words she spouted would quell the arousal rising inside her. Soraka listened but didn't respond, one of her long ears twitching as she continued her exquisite simulations.
Ahri opened her mouth to speak, but her breath caught in her throat every time the Unicorn's writhing tongue squirmed inside the Kitsune's tender folds.
"Haanh - Lucky no one knows about th - hnnh - the thing in our pantry. Janna would - mmmm - Janna would KILL us if she - nnnh - if she knew."
Soraka's only response was an agreeable Hmmm as she shifted her hand position inside Ahri's naked thighs, the Starchild's thumbs pulling the Kitsune's flower open wider, allowing deeper access into Ahri's sex. Soraka arched her back, exploring this luscious new territory eagerly, her tongue thoroughly slathering the new depths before the Unicorn's mouth latched over the Kitsune's clit.
"Ohh. Fffuck." Ahri huskily whispered, her lungs clenching in her chest as her lover lapped up the wetness dripping from her sex. The Kitsune's phone buzzed with a chat message and Ahri hid behind her device like a shield. It was from Ezreal who had posted a selfie in their group chat of him picking the flower that he'd use to ask Lux out.
Seeing the boy sparked an unbidden thought into Ahri's foggy mind. The apprehension of how good Ezreal's dick would feel in her right now struck her and the Kitsune nearly drooled at the thought, assisted by a particularly thorough lick from the lover between her legs.
Ahri shook her head, trying vainly to clear the cocklust from her mind, and instead shakily typed Good Luck! in reply. It took her nearly three agonizing tries to spell the simple message correctly as Soraka kept distracting Ahri with the way the Unicorn's sensual tongue never stopped sliding in and out and around inside her.
As perfect as a juicy dick sounded at the moment, Ahri had promised herself not to interfere with the boy's doomed one-way crush the minute Ezreal had confided in her about how he felt about Lux. Luxanna was a smart kid - too smart to start a relationship when she was still figuring out her duties as team captain, whereas Ezreal was the kind of boy who thought pace yourself meant never. The boy was determined to tell her how he felt today to force a yes or no, and was without a doubt going to get shot down. Ezreal was on the fast track to his own heartbreak and despite Ahri urging him to slow his pursuit and wait until Lux was ready, he seemed determined to crash and burn.
Relationships are all so irritating, Ahri thought, exasperated. He has no idea how many sleepless nights I spent dreaming about how I could have fucked his brains out. If not for his stupid feelings, I could be sitting on his nice fat cock RIGHT NOW.
Irritation exploded like a wildfire in her chest, and the Kitsune snarled, pulling Soraka's head deeper into her and she crossed her legs behind the Starchild's neck so the Unicorn was locked in place. Ignoring the muffled Mmph's from between her thighs, Ahri rode Soraka's tongue, rolling her hips into the Starchild's face, drowning the anger burning in her chest with the lust surging from her cunt.
Ahri made a displeased sound, her lips curling into a pout when Soraka withdrew her tongue from deep inside the Kitsune's soaking sex, but the fox then hummed in pleasure as the Starchild's rough pink muscle caressed Ahri's clit. Soraka's fingers disentangled themselves from inside the blond fox's legs and her hands wound themselves around the outside of the Kitsune's thighs, easing Ahri's legs to a slightly higher angle on Soraka's shoulders and allowing the Starchild better access to the sweetness between the blond fox's legs.
With a flourish, Soraka's tongue stroked a wet circle around Ahri's clit, teasing the Kitsune's nub from every direction. Soraka repeated the motion several times, but in between gyrations she would hold for a pause, and only after an aching moment had passed would the Starchild's tongue lave Ahri's bud with another rolling massage.
A bubbling giggle forced its way from the Kitsune's throat as Ahri screwed her eyes shut, and she bit a knuckle, enraptured in the sensation of overflowing pleasance. The blond fox's thighs clenched around Soraka's pointed ears as the Starchild's tongue coaxed more wetness from the Kitsune's pulsing cunt, and Ahri groaned in reflex as she felt the surging orgasm just a breath away.
But Soraka didn't indulge her. The Starchild's tongue nestled delicately around Ahri's clit, teasing the Kitsune's aching sex and maintaining her previously set slow pace. Ahri made a desperate sound and thrusted her hips but the Starchild ignored her, prolonging the slow torment instead of providing the quick satisfaction that Ahri so desperately needed.
Soraka tantalized Ahri with a delicate spiral of her tongue, and the Kitsune could do nothing but moan as her body undulated in reflex to the shivers that raced through her. The Unicorn would then pause for an aching heartbeat, and the blond fox's core would tense up as lances of tension speared through her, a quivering gasp forced from Ahri's mouth as her lungs clenched tightly in her pounding chest - and then sweet release would come rushing in as Soraka undulated her tongue around Ahri's sex. But before the Kitsune could lose herself completely, the Star child would pause for a tender beat and the tension rushed in again, spearing Ahri's body from every angle. The Kitsune squirmed desperately in protest of the aching torture, a fresh whimper escaping from her chest.
Ahri whined even louder when the Unicorn finally gifted her the lavishing she needed. With every fresh flourish of Soraka's tongue, Ahri's bravado evaporated. The Starchild weakened the proud Kitsune with another writhing wet kiss, and then another, and another. The blond fox threw her head back, her lips hanging open, her drooling tongue lolling from side to side. Another throaty moan was forced from the depths of the Kitsune as Soraka snaked her tongue around Ahri's tenderness in a tangle, the Starchild expertly coiling her rough pink muscle this way and that.
The Kitsune's proud facade dropped entirely and she mewled pathetically in submission, wordlessly begging for the Unicorn to grant her release.
Soraka acquiesced with a giggle, her mouth closing over Ahri's clit and the Starchild was rewarded for her efforts with a spurt of clear, viscous liquid. The Kitsune buried her face in her shoulder to hide a wild moan when the Starchild fucking FINALLY began sucking on her tender bud.
Ahri's eyes shot open in surprise as something wet and warm entered her cunt. A quivering scream escaped the Kitsune's throat as the feeling filled her up, and just as quickly was withdrawn.
Ahri glanced down just in time to see Soraka pull two sopping wet fingers from her pussy and then plunge them back in, sucking on the Kitsune's clit at the same moment that her fingers entered. Ahri moaned, cunt reporting an identical sensation to that of getting fucked by a cock, and the Kitsune half closed her eyes, staring at nothing, suddenly adrift in a sea of pleasure.
Her phone buzzed again and the image of Ezreal forced his way into her hazy mind, the boy standing before her, buck naked and erect. She tried to resist, but she couldn't stop the thought of him from straddling her, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance just so.
Every motion that Ahri felt Soraka's fingers make was mirrored in the way the image of Ezreal moved, as if the sensations she felt were actually being caused by the boy in her head and not the girl between her legs. Ahri gasped as she felt Soraka toy with her entrance and the Kitsune's image of Ezreal began to slide his tip into her in the same way Soraka's fingers inched inside. The Starchild abruptly thrusted her fingers, and in Ahri's mind her visage of the boy surged into her.
Lightning struck her chest at the contact, and Ahri threw her head back, heaving with gasping breaths as Ezreal plunged deeper and deeper into her powerless body, every pump of his strong hips accompanied by a shock of electricity that tore through her body. She howled as his member thundered into her again, and again, and again. Ahri's body shuddered as jolts of lightning raced through her neck, her fingers, her chest. The Kitsune screamed and grasped Soraka's head between her legs - first to try and push her lover away but then to hold the girl in place. Ezreal's image overpowered Ahri completely, and she surrendered to it.
Soraka's fingers made a wet noise as they probed even deeper into the Kitsune. Ahri whimpered, her cunt throbbing with nearly painful intensity in response to the sound. With her eyes closed, the wet smack of the Unicorn's hand against the blond fox's entrance fueled Ahri's delusion even further her mental image of Ezreal brought to even greater clarity with the skilled oral massage given by the Starchild between her legs. The Kitsune's body quivered with every fluid caress of Soraka's tongue, and Ahri's mind was driven into overdrive as she gave in to the mental image of the blond haired boy fucking her.
Ezreal's visage pulsed into her, deeper than ever before without her resistance, the image matching perfectly with the thrusting sensation given by the lover between Ahri's legs. With every thrust of his cock, her body bucked, her head whiplashing back. The Kitsune went limp, without the strength even to cry out as the Ezreal in her head used her like a fuckdoll, his hips slapping her own with the satisfying wet retorts made by Soraka's hands. With every wet slap he rammed his cock deep into her, and with every wet slap, Ahri felt her entire body tense further and further like a compressed spring. Ahri desperately tried to hold herself back, and threw her head to the side, burying her nose in the couch.
The faint but unmistakable fresh-leather scent of Ezreal filled her mind, and it was just too much for the Kitsune.
Ahri screamed as white-hot electricity raced inside her, her body spasming as the feeling of lightning arced through her, starting from her sex and curling to her fingertips and toes. The Kitsune quivered as the storm passed through her, leaving a shivering mess in the wake of the thunder that had ravaged her tender body.
Ezreal slid his cock out from inside her, and she could almost see that trademark cocky grin of his and Ahri moaned quietly, blinking her hazy half lidded eyes. Soraka's luscious green hair sprang into focus, the girl inspecting her fingers coated in Ahri's wetness before she sucked them dry one at a time. When the Starchild caught the Kitsune staring, Soraka winked while licking a finger clean and Ahri felt her heart flutter.
The Kitsune released a satisfied sigh, but her shaky lungs made the simple sound stutter in the air as she mentally prepared to reciprocate. Ahri had long ago established a strict order of operations for fucking a guy, and the last thing she always did was suck him off. The Kitsune smacked her lips, absentmindedly preparing herself for her messy blowjob before remembering with disappointment that she hadn't actually been fucked by a cock just now. A pavlovian horniness began to cloud her mind, and Ahri found herself apprehensively salivating at the thought of sucking off a dick that had been slathered in cum; her cunt pulsing with the familiar desire.
The blond fox grumpily sank into the couch, a pout forming on her lips, wallowing in her want for something that wasn't available.
Soraka stood and stretched luxuriously, the motion allowing Ahri a moment to appreciate the way the Starchild's full chest filled out her tank top and then some. The stretch pulled the bottom of Soraka's shirt up, briefly exposing the Unicorn's tight stomach as well as the thong that was perched high around the Starchild's wide hips. The Kitsune couldn't help but lick her lips at the delicious sight. Soraka turned to leave and Ahri snuck in a final glimpse of the girl's juicy barely covered ass before the Starchild's long locks of green hair obscured the lovely view.
The blond fox idly considered casting another Charm spell and going for Round Two until her stomach grumbled and Ahri suddenly remembered she was starving. She recalled that she had been in the process of making some kind of plan to acquire food, but the scheme had immediately slipped her mind when Soraka had walked by in that delicious tank top/thong combo. A moment of convincing combined with a subtle Charm later, and the Starchild had been persuaded to take that sweet, sweet position between Ahri's thighs.
The blonde fox stood on shaky legs and made her way into the kitchen, passing by the pantry door that had been closed for the better part of two months, plastered from top to bottom with discount police tape and 'Do Not Open' stickers. She threw open the fridge door before remembering that the reason she had dispatched Ezreal in the first place was to go on a food run. Last night the fridge had been completely cleaned out by the girls when they'd gotten spectacularly drunk and the munchies had struck in full force.
Whoopsie.
Ahri checked the freezer. A desolate landscape of liquor bottles and chunks of ice greeted her, but no food. The Kitsune idly inspected the bottles. Freljord vodka, another Freljord vodka, Demacian gin, one more Freljord vodka, half finished Fireball, and a month old Bilgewater whiskey. No leftover wine of course. I don't think a wine bottle ever survived more than one night here.
Well, she sighed, at least we won't go thirsty.
The Kitsune grabbed the whiskey and examined the murky liquid that swirled inside. Ahri didn't recall trying this particular brand before. It was a favorite of Sarah's, and the girl always tried to challenge someone to a shot competition but the rest of the apartment never wanted to touch the stuff. The Kitsune didn't personally know much about shelf lifes or how to properly keep alcohol but the whiskey in her hand was probably fine; the girls usually used Lux's older brother as a consultant for anything regarding hard liquor and Ahri was pretty sure he had said it was okay to freeze.
With the thought of Lux came a surge of anger that made the Kitsune bare her incisors. Ahri popped the stopper off of her bottle with a satisfying splunk and angrily took a quick swig. The drink hit her like a mouthful of paint, and the Kitsune scrunched her nose in distaste, trying not to gag at the foul taste and the smell that was somehow worse. It didn't go down any easier, and almost a minute later Ahri was left smacking her lips in a desperate attempt to get rid of the aftertaste.
"Is everything okay in here?" Soraka inquired, her concerned cute head poking around the doorway.
"Yuuup", Ahri choked out. "Just, akh, just fine."
"Are you drinking Bilgewhiskey?" Soraka asked, glancing at the bottle in her hands. "I thought Sarah said not to do that without-"
"Ehh" Ahri waved the Starchild's concern off and raised the bottle to her lips again. "I'm a big girl." The Kitsune took a heavier shot and immediately began spluttering again, her chest burning in pain with the volcanic aftertaste.
"Ahri!" Soraka exclaimed. "It's barely four o'clock! Take it easy!"
"Why should I?" Ahri complained, her heart suddenly heavy. "The only guy Star Guardian in this hemisphere is slobbering all over our sister team's captain who doesn't even want him right now! It's totally unfair!"
Soraka opened her mouth to say something and she made an odd expression, but after a moment she withdrew into herself instead.
Weird, Ahri thought. This is usually the part where she becomes the Voice of Reason.
The Kitsune lost her train of thought when footsteps tromped from the above floor and down the stairwell. Sarah rounded the corner in the same unwashed sports bra and black sweatpants she'd been wearing for the past week. "Goddess, I'm BORED", the red haired girl complained, throwing herself on the couch.
"Ah, FUCK", she exclaimed, immediately leaping back to her feet. "Ahri!" Sarah shrieked as she wiped a wet spot from her midriff. "At least flip the cushions if you're going to cum on the couch like an animal! Fuck's sake, that's disgusting!"
The Kitsune raised an eyebrow and took another swig of the whiskey and coughed while Soraka flushed a deep red and hurried to fix the problem. "Sorry!" The Unicorn made her usual apologies to no one in particular, her long ears pointing down as the girl tried to make herself as small as possible. "...Sorry…"
Sarah stalked up to Ahri and threw her red hair over her shoulder, the uncombed jungle cascading around her shoulders and down her back in messy red knots. Sarah stared her down, trying to provoke the Kitsune. It probably would have been intimidating, but the way the girl propped her arms underneath her chest drew attention to her sizable bust.
Ahri's head suddenly swam, and the Kitsune decided it was the drink that made her friend suddenly look so fuckable, and that she didn't normally find the way Sarah sassily stuck one juicy hip out so attractive. Ahri's instinct was to make a biting retort, but instead she held the bottle of whiskey out as a makeshift peace offering. Her head suddenly swam, and the Kitsune's mouth moved without her mind's permission.
"I have no idea", Ahri murmured. "How you drink this swill without choking."
A grin curled the corner of Sarah's mouth. She'd clearly been expecting a sour attitude and a bitchy response, and couldn't help but smile at Ahri's unexpected and sloppy attempt to make amends.
"It helps to have good taste", the red haired girl replied as she accepted the gift. "You might try it sometime. Maybe then you won't look like a complete virgin when you down one fucking sip."
"Hey", Ahri pouted. "I've never had this shit before. You've already built a resistance to it. It's not fair."
"Wanna build that resistance", Sarah's eyes sparkled. "With some shots?"
Ahri's canine eyes narrowed.
"Fuck. Yeah." The Kitsune growled.
Soraka poked her head out from behind Sarah. "Are you two drinking already?"
Ahri sashayed over to the enormous cluttered table and called back, "Not you two. Us three."
"And we're not just drinking like alcoholics", Sarah intervened before the Starchild could back out. "We're playing a game, it's like a team building exercise!"
"Exactly", Ahri jumped in. "Don't you want to be a good teammate, darling?"
"Well, I mean, yeah." Soraka frowned. "But I don't see how this -"
"Sush, dear" Sarah silenced her by placing a playful finger on the Starchild's lips. "It's game time now."
Ahri swept debris off the giant table to make room for three places, the clutter noisily landing on the floor as she immediately stole the closest chair. Soraka shook her head at the mess, but Sarah punched the air. "Chyessss", the red haired girl crowed, claiming the farthest seat. The Starchild begrudgingly followed, seating herself between both girls. "Will Syndra be joining us?" Soraka asked, glancing over her shoulder towards the purple haired girl's room.
"Nah," Sarah replied, slapping a can of ginger ale on the table next to the whiskey bottle. "She left for her boyfriend's earlier, said she's spending the night."
"Well, we shouldn't get too wrecked then," Soraka said. "Ez… I mean, the food will be back soon."
Ahri noticed that the Starchild's odd expression returned and the Unicorn's long ears flicked when she mentioned the boy's name.
Sarah didn't seem to notice. "It'll be dark before he gets back and I'm bored," the red haired girl said. She leaned under the table, ruffling through her bag and audibly clinking glass together. "In the meantime, what's the worst that could happen?" Soraka raised her eyebrows and rapped her knuckles on the table. "Knock on wood", the Starchild muttered.
"Alright!" Sarah exclaimed, placing a row of various shaped and colored shot glasses on the table. "Pick your glass!"
"Ooh, ooh!" Soraka immediately snatched her favorite cutesy pastel colored cup, trimmed with a delicate pattern of white flowery lace-like carving. "The Pink Drink for me!"
Ahri pretended to consider the options as if she also wasn't going to pick the same one she always did, and palmed a transparent glass that had a permanent sexy red lipstick kiss inked onto the rim.
Sarah grabbed a simple white glass that had the words Cheers, Bitches scrawled in playful scarlet cursive on one side.
The Kitsune cleared her throat, returning everyone's attention to the game at hand. "Let's start with something simple: Never Have I Ever. If you're the only person who has done what someone else just said, that's a shot!" Ahri lined up the glasses and began pouring. Sarah cringed when the Kitsune overfilled the first shot and liquid spilled onto the tabletop. The red haired girl snatched the bottle from Ahri's hands and finished the job, expertly leaving the other two shot glasses with a picture perfect amount of whiskey.
"I'll start then since you stole my bottle," Ahri pouted, sticking her tongue out at Sarah. "Never have I ever gotten into a fistfight."
"That's a cheap hit, you know I'm the only one here who's done that" Sarah complained, downing her drink in one gulp. Ahri grinned smugly, waiting for the red haired girl to choke or embarrass herself like Ahri had done earlier, but Sarah smoothly refilled her glass, giving the Kitsune no satisfying reaction; as if to her the harsh drink was on the same level as a cool glass of water.
"Your turn Soraka", the red haired girl purred. The Kitsune narrowed her eyes, an ear twitching in irritation.
"Hmmm," Soraka thought out loud, oblivious as always to Ahri's machinations. "Never have I ever… cried while listening to music in public."
Ahri and Sarah glanced at each other and then back at the Starchild, neither girl reaching for her drink. Soraka blushed a deep crimson. "Really?" She mumbled. "Just me?"
"I never cry in public, dear," Sarah cooed. "Bottoms up."
Soraka's brows knit in determination and she took a deep breath, throwing back the whiskey shot. Barely a moment passed before the Starchild began sputtering, followed by Ahri's giggles of amusement. Sarah slid the girl the ginger ale that she had prepared for this moment, and Soraka nodded her thanks through teary eyes as she sipped at the chaser between coughs. Both girls patiently waited for the Starchild to compose herself. The Unicorn glanced expectantly at Sarah who shook her head.
"A self-shot means you go again, dear." Sarah explained. "House rule." It took Soraka a moment to think of a new, riskier question, and the Unicorn paused shyly before she spoke, still coughing.
"Never, akh, have I ever kissed two boys…" Soraka paused. Both Sarah and Ahri raised an eyebrow as if to say Oh, is that it? while Soraka flushed a deep red and mumbled the last half of the thought in embarrassment. "...at the same time..."
It was a surprisingly risque question from the Starchild, and the Kitsune leapt at the opportunity to look like the bad bitch that she was. Ahri tossed her blonde ponytail over a shoulder and confidently emptied her shot without a second thought as if to say Two boys at once? Those were teenage years, baby.
It still tasted terrible and even though the shot hit her chest like a punch to the gut, Ahri was able to shrug it off. The aftertaste burned and she desperately wanted to beg her red haired teammate for her own chaser, but the Kitsune's pride demanded she act like this hard liquor was utterly beneath her.
Across the table, Sarah raised the drink to her lips, but paused. After a moment of thought, she set the full shot glass down on the table and shook her head. Ahri narrowed her eyes in suspicion and leaned forward, bracing herself on an elbow.
"Iss that sso." The Kitsune sneered, slurring her S's ever so lightly. "Rrreally. You haven't fucked two guys at once? Then what about those Targon twins you're so fond of bragging about -"
"Tegan and Matthias?" Sarah smirked, fondly recalling one of her most proud evenings. "Oh, Tegan and I made out plenty. But Matthias never actually kissed me. His tongue was busy," the red haired girl daintily crossed her legs, "elsewhere."
Ahri's jealousy flared, but she suddenly felt a surge of emotional energy begin to cloud the room and instead of responding to Sarah's boast, the Kitsune turned to the Starchild. At Sarah's comment, Soraka's jaw had dropped, and her cheeks were burning red. Ahri could almost feel the girl's embarrassment rolling off of her like a wave of heat. Ooh, The Kitsune thought. Oh, this could be FUN. Ahri's eyes sparkled playfully.
"Your question Sarah," the Kitsune declared. The mood is getting risque, ask her a sexy question, ask her something DARING, Ahri thought.
"Mmm," replied the red haired girl, either failing to pick up on Ahri's mental message or ignoring it. "Never have I ever... danced to music alone in an elevator."
Ahri almost snorted in derision at the softball question. Sarah was clearly playing a different game than the Kitsune was. Fine, Ahri decided. I'll play along. Just this once.
Soraka raised her glass, expecting the Kitsune to join her, but Ahri adopted a shocked expression instead.
"Ooooh, Soraka the partygirrrl~" Ahri teased.
"Show us some moves, girl!" Sarah encouraged.
Soraka downed her shot, and nursed her ginger ale while bobbing her shoulders from side to side in rhythm. With more cheering from Sarah, Soraka raised her arms above her head, bumping to a beat. Ahri thoroughly appreciated how the motion confirmed that the Starchild wasn't wearing a bra beneath that tank top. Soraka giggled and the cute noise stirred something hot and horny in Ahri's chest, the Kitsune suddenly struck by the sudden urge to leap across the table and bury her face between those perfect tits.
Ahri hiccuped and used a single finger to repress the urge by toying with her lower lip. She needed a surefire question that would hit both girls, an ace in the hole. "Never have I everrr…" She slurred proudly, a smug grin lighting her face. "...had a crush on a teammate!"
That's both of you idiots, take a shot. EVERYONE has got the hots for me.
Soraka blushed so hard that Ahri could almost feel the heat across the table, but to her dismay Sarah actually laughed out loud to her face. "Nice try, hot stuff", the red haired girl drawled. "You know how to move and you've got that rockin' ass, but a crush? Nahhh."
Anger, self pity, lust, and a dozen more emotions flitted through Ahri in under a second. "You're mean", the Kitsune pouted, nursing her wounded pride. The blonde fox threw her arms around Soraka's neck and nestled cheeks with the Starchild. The hug gave her a chance and the Kitsune took it, arching her back and very intentionally smooshing her tits into the Unicorn's.
"At least 'Raka appreciates me." Ahri stuck her tongue out at Sarah.
"Huh?" Soraka asked, distracted. "Oh, a crush on you? Sure, I mean, yeah, I think?"
Ahri withdrew her embrace at the sudden betrayal, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Who else would you have a crush on?" Ahri demanded.
Soraka blushed again, hunching her shoulders and she folded her hands in her lap guiltily. The Starchild bashfully avoided eye contact and didn't make a sound.
Ahri's sluggish mind raced as fast as it could, and she suddenly remembered the odd looks Soraka had been making earlier. The squeaky hamster wheel that was Ahri's brain slowly spun and after a moment, it finally lit the 'idea' lightbulb with an almost audible ding. Her feline ears perked up as the realization struck the Kitsune.
"Ezreal?!" Ahri shouted.
Soraka's eyes went wide and she somehow flushed an even deeper red before the Starchild hid her face in her hands. Sarah snorted in disbelief but did a double take at Soraka's reaction.
"Ohh. My. Goddess", the red haired girl gasped. "Our precious baby has her holy mind in the gutter with the rest of us sluts!" Sarah playfully ruffled Soraka's hair. Mortified, the Starchild downed her shot and laid her face on the table, hiding her muffled coughs behind her arms.
"This sucks though", Sarah complained, struck by a sudden thought. "He's got the hots for Lux the Lightbulb on the other team, so we get stuck with nothing."
"Nahnahnah", Ahri interjected. "Don't you see? This is just what we need. 'Raka is our in!"
Sarah pursed her lips, confused.
Ahri continued. "That idiot is gonna ask Luckshawna out tonight -", Soraka's head whipped up at the slurred statement, her lower lip trembling, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. That thought had clearly been eating at her for some time.
"But itsh okay", Ahri slurred, patting the teary eyed girl on the head. "Becush she's gonna shoot 'em down, and he'll be all sad 'n shit. Now, me or Sharah would make a move and one of us would get him and only have time for a rebound fuck or two but then the other would get all jealous and the team would fall apart from drama."
Sarah nodded in agreement.
"But!" the Kitsune exclaimed. "If 'Raka makes the firsht move, then there's no problem don't you see! We can all take turns and share the toy!"
"We can all be", Ahri held Soraka's hand and then grabbed Sarah's hand from across the table, pulling the three of them together into a makeshift huddle.
"Fuckbuddies."
Sarah nodded, enraptured at the idea. Soraka was less sure.
"I don't know", the Starchild said. "I don't really see how that follows at -"
"It's simple, dear", Sarah interrupted. "If Ahri or I claimed him first, then we would never share with the team. But if he's hooking up with you, then who cares if someone borrows him for an evening or two? If he belongs to you, then really that means he belongs to the whole team."
Soraka shifted her shoulders, suddenly self conscious. "But what if I don't want to share -"
"Sh, sh, shush", Ahri interrupted, placing a finger on Soraka's lips. "It'sh all coming together, shee? All we need to do ish get you and Ez to hook up! Then none of that relationship stuff matters!"
"Yeah!", Sarah agreed. "Unless, Soraka, you don't want to hook up with him…"
"No, I do want to", Soraka muttered. "It's just... not that simple."
Ahri cackled. "Of coursh itsh that simple", the Kitsune pushed. "You jusht gotta put some moves on him, girl! He'll be eating out of your hand in no time." Ahri's eyes glazed over and she shifted in her seat. "And after that, he'll be eating my -"
"A-hem", Soraka coughed. "That's the thing. I can't - I, I'm not good at flirting with cute people…or even talking to them, really..."
A silence fell over the room.
"Ah shiet", Sarah swore. "She's right. That is a hurdle."
"Nahnahnah", Ahri interrupted. "She doesn't need to flirt with him. We can skip the whole 'relationship' bullshit. We jusht need them to fffuck. And to do that, we jusht need to get them to go through a crisis. Shomething exciting. Shuspension bridge theory. Or whatever."
"How do we do that, though?" Sarah pondered. "We're in the middle of a quarantine. We can't take on dangerous missions for at least another month."
The door swung open and Ezreal entered, his collared shirt still only mostly buttoned up and messily tucked into his tight jeans. He noticed the girls at the table, tossed his face mask in the overflowing trash can, wiped his eyes and made for the freezer to grab his own drink.
"Ssso", Ahri continued, not changing the volume or tone of her voice. Soraka panicked, making silent and desperate Cut the video feed! gestures, but the Kitsune ignored her. "Why don't we release the beast in the pantry."
"Ooooh", Sarah cooed, her eyes lighting up dangerously. "Now there's an idea."
Soraka blanched at the suggestion. "What?!" the Starchild exclaimed. "How is that gonna solve anything? That's a terrible idea!"
"I love terrible ideas", Ezreal said with a forced smile. Soraka squeaked and nearly leapt to the ceiling in surprise. The boy pulled up a chair next to her and positioned it backwards, leaning the backrest into his chest as he unscrewed the lid from a Freljord Vodka. "What are we talking about?"
Sarah waggled her eyebrows at him. "Stuff", she giggled. The red haired girl shifted her shoulders from side to side coyly. Confused, Ezreal glanced at Ahri but the Kitsune only winked at him in response, unable to hide a predatory grin.
"Rrright", the boy said, taking a swig of vodka. Sarah mouthed the words Don't mention Lux at Soraka, but switched to whistling innocently when Ezreal eyed her suspiciously.
"We were talking!" Soraka interjected desperately. "About ideas to, uh, um, get rid of the Voidbeast in the pantry?"
"Mmm", Ezreal acknowledged, and swallowed his mouthful of vodka which the boy immediately followed with a full body shiver. The movement puffed his chest out for a moment, and Ahri loved the way his shirts were always juuuust unbuttoned enough so she could clearly see his exposed neck as well as a glimpse of his chest muscles. The Kitsune's cunt suddenly throbbed at the thought of running her hands under that shirt, tracing her fingers over the ropy texture of his abs. She bit her lip as she imagined tasting him, her mouth planting kisses on his firm chest, her hand pulling on his belt buckle -
Ahri's attention was abruptly refocused when he took another swig of straight vodka and made a noise. "Bwah. I actually did some digging on that creature earlier. Did you know that when that kind of thing doesn't feed on emotions, it expands until it fills whatever container it's in, and only reduces in size once its gluttony has been satisfied? We are really gonna have to deal with it sooner or later before it causes a scene."
"I wouldn't mind satisfying that thing", Ahri purred, her eyes hazy.
Ezreal screwed up his face at the thought. "But all the tentacles", the boy said. "Yecch."
"Hey", Sarah declared. "Some of us like tentacle stuff." Ahri nodded in firm agreement, fist bumping the red haired girl. "Don't you kink-shame us", the Kitsune pouted.
Unsure of how to respond, Ezreal hid behind the vodka by raising it to his lips, and made a pleading Please save this conversation sideways glance at Soraka. This was not the first time that a strategic discussion about Void creatures had been hijacked by tentacle appreciation. The Starchild cleared her throat.
"Anyways", Soraka asked. "How do you stop it from feeding? Doesn't it form psychic connections and keep draining until you're dead?"
"Yeah, apparently if it touches you physically then it makes contact mentally at the same time and forms a kind of parasitic emotional bond. It then tries to reverse engineer the proper physical stimuli in order to get you in the right emotional state so it can leech off that bond. My source was a little vague on the specifics on how the whole 'breaking the bond' part goes", Ezreal frowned. "The creature charms your mind to make you like it more than you should, just like our Captain does -"
"- It's not even the same thing at all-", Ahri inserted.
"- and then once it fools your mind, it tries to fool your body. The creature's body fluids are a natural aphrodisiac, so it tries to make as much physical contact as possible -"
Sarah waggled her eyebrows and mimed a blowjob, her cheek bulging as she pushed her tongue into it. "You can say that again."
Ezreal wisely ignored her. "- so if you touch too much slime, you get turned into a physically pleasured but mindless doll that the creature will mentally leech off of until eventually you just go braindead. There were reports of victims being saved after several days, all the way to just under a week of being fed on, who all made a full recovery. I guess it takes a long time for the process to be anywhere near lethal."
Ahri leaned to Soraka and slur-whispered, "Sheveral days of being a fuckdoll with no drawbacksh? Thish whole 'victim' thing is sounding better and better." Soraka tried not to smirk at the lewd comment, she really did.
"Quiet in the peanut gallery", Ezreal declared without looking at either girl. "You can physically separate the victim and the creature, and at some point the mental tether will break, but then the creature will just keep expanding until it fills all of the space it could theoretically occupy, or until it encounters a new target that it can feed off of. The only recorded way to shatter the connection properly so it reverts to its original size is to show, and I quote, an outward sign of an inward bond."
Sarah frowned, perplexed. "What the fuck does that mean? Like a chemistry molecule kind of bond or what?"
Ezreal threw his hands up in defeat. "Ya got me. The source just says that once the creature is shown 'that bond', the parasitic connection is severed and it reverts to its default golf ball-ish size. When that happens, we can recapture it in a smaller container, and then toss it back in the Nether when convenient. Until then, I say we leave it as it is until we're ready to deal with it."
"Sounds like a plan", Soraka agreed.
"Yeah", Sarah sighed. "I guess that makes sense." The red haired girl's stomach audibly grumbled. "Oh, hey Ez, did you bring back any food after you...asked…out...Lux…" She trailed off.
Heavy awkward silence draped over the room and smothered the playful atmosphere like a thick comforter on a candle.
Ahri's chest burned with rage, and a fang crept past her lip as the Kitsune failed to keep a snarl from her face. She turned her head slowly and glared daggers at Sarah, internally screaming don't mention Lux, you dumb motherfucker are you CRAZY. You haven't killed the mood, you've MURDERED it! The red haired girl wilted under the Kitsune's furious gaze.
"Shit. The food." Ezreal brushed his nose with a thumb and turned away. "I forgot. My bad."
Soraka leaned in, sensing the sudden sad mood shift in the boy. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat, hiding his eyes under his bangs. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a fuckup who can't even do a simple food run right." He smiled ruefully. "Excuse me, ladies." The boy suddenly stood and stalked to the balcony, closing the sliding glass door roughly behind him.
Soraka stared wistfully after him.
Ahri punched Sarah in the shoulder, hard. "Nishe going, you dumb bitch! Sho much for easy cock!" the Kitsune slurred angrily.
"Hang on, we can still salvage this", Sarah said, nursing her shoulder. "We just need Soraka to talk to him and get him in the right mood!"
Ahri roughly pulled the Starchild to her feet, and looked her dead in the eyes to convey the seriousness of the situation. "Thish, ish your one chance to seduce him!" The Kitsune declared, shoving her towards the balcony. "Go get ush shome free dick, girl! We're counting on you!"
"Me? Alone with… Seduce?! W - w -what do I say? How do I -" Soraka stammered.
"We don't have time to coach you on how to talk to boysh!" Ahri nearly screamed. "He'sh pulling out his phone! Quick, before he textsh Lux again, kiss him! Or shomething!"
"W-w-wait", the Starchild flushed red from her cheeks all the way to her ears. "Do I talk to him, or d - do I kiss him?"
Ahri slid the balcony door open and pushed Soraka outside before immediately sliding it closed behind her.
"Phew", the Kitsune breathed, dusting her palms. She returned to the table and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, throwing back another mouthful.
Odd. Thought Ahri as she smacked her lips. The more I drink, the better it tastes.
The Kitsune took her seat opposite Sarah and glanced at the balcony where even her delicate canine ears failed to make out the muffled conversation. The red haired girl refilled her shot, then raised her glass in victory to Ahri. The Kitsune clinked her bottle to Sarah's glass and both girls tapped their drinks on the table before downing their shots.
Sarah thumped her fist on her chest twice and burped as Ahri tried and failed to suppress her own hiccup. The Kitsune sighed smugly as her vision swam most pleasantly.
"Crisis, averted."
Author's note:
This was originally the first half of a single chapter, but I've been dragging this out for so long I decided just to chop it up, post what I have done and release the rest later as a two parter when I finally get around to finishing. Hopefully it won't take nearly as long to pump out Chapter 3 as it did for Chapter 2.
The funny thing about overcooking a project like this is how the direction you thought you were going in can change completely. This series was initially just going to be about simple Soraka x Ahri lesbian encounters, but since then I've decided to try branching out in a few other directions to see what sticks. Regardless of what flavor of the month fetish rolls through, my long term goal for this series is to try and keep the tone (mostly) wholesome and (mostly) vanilla. Feedback is very helpful in this regard.
Thanks for reading.