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The darkness gave way to gray.

The great bear's temples throbbed. His every instinct was to squeeze his eyes shut, but he forced them open, squinting at the world. Everything was a blur, large pockets of color and light without meaning or form. He blinked several times, then tried to bring his hand up to rub at his eyes.

At first, he felt nothing. He could not be sure that his arm was moving at all. Growling, he flexed his fingers, then balled them into a fist to punch forward.

He felt nothing in the first instant, but soon sensation crept into his arm. The Ursine could feel a tightness around his wrist. The veins of his arm bulged as he pushed forward with all of his might.

It remained locked in place.

As adrenaline was pushed into his bloodstream, his thoughts and vision began to clear. He was mostly upright, though leaning against something cold and hard at a slight angle. The room was not silent, for he could sense a gentle electric hum in front of him.

He shook his head, then turned his neck to the right. He ran his dark eyes up the length of his bicep, spotting his wrist bound to the metal platform. His black-furred hand was pinned up at ear level. He turned to look the other way, and was dismally unsurprised to see his left arm in the same precarious situation.

A familiar situation, he found himself thinking bitterly. As a formality, he tried to kick his right leg forward, then his left. Bound. Predictable. He scrunched his toes, and felt them scrape along a smooth metallic floor.

Another of the Pridestalker's ploys, Volibear thought, with more resigned amusement than anger. Stubborn cat. By now he should know better.

As the months and years of their unusual arrangement had gone on, the lion had grown better about gaining the bear's permission before tangling him up in a situation like this.

Getting to this point had taken work on both their parts. Rengar was one to take what he felt was his by rights. Asking permission felt to him a needless chore. "It's not as fun," he would growl, in that mischievous, low voice of his.

On Volibear's end, the very confession of a want was a weakness, and his instincts told him to deny consent at every turn regardless of his true desire. It had taken a great many months of self-reflection and vulnerability to be honest, not just with the lion but with himself.

He didn't expect this arrangement would have worked for many, even a small number, but it was nevertheless the strange and troublesome dynamic they found themselves impossibly weaved within.

But it was working. Against all odds, and in-spite of either of them, it was working.

Mostly.

Mistakes were sometimes made. Case in point, the bear's current predicament. He certainly hadn't given the lion the nod to this specific instance, even if he likely would have agreed to it with some mild persuasion. Even so, the big bear knew how this would go. Rengar would come in, they would banter for a bit, Voli would growl and grumble all while getting hard as a rock, and the Pridestalker would touch him on his...

Volibear snorted, and his brow furrowed. Something wasn't right. He distinctly recalled going to sleep in his room, but now he was in this foreign, unusual place of dim screens and metal floors. His nose could pick up no trace of either his own belongings nor of the Pridestalker himself.

What he did smell, though, was very curious indeed. There was a sanitized scent, yes, but also some sort of aroma that smelled, bizarrely, like halibut. His favorite fish. But the scent was not that of a fresh caught halibut, nor even of the sea or a lake, but something artificial, like an air freshener imitating a fishlike scent.

The Ursine frowned. He was a deep sleeper, but he was also massive, and while he didn't doubt Rengar could carry him some distance, to do so without rousing him seemed impossible.

Where am I? he asked himself, chiding himself for taking so long to ask this basic question. How did I get here? The room was stuffy, and while the temperature was warm, the metal felt cold against Volibear's back and the soles of his paws. There were blinking lights, levers and buttons arranged around. It took him a moment to recall the word 'computer', and he grimaced as he saw several displays. 'Monitors'.

What is this place?

There was a sudden hum, and a partition of wall lifted to reveal blackness. From out of the dark progressed a slender, pointed appendage, crackling with a pinkish-purple energy. The tentacle was hovering some two feet off the ground, thickening toward the base as it crept closer into the room. A second limb progressed behind, giving way to gray-brown spiked armor resembling shoulderpads, growing into the curve of a snakelike helmet.

And in the center of this helm, a sizzling purple eyeball, with the iris drawn to a slit.

Volibear growled.

"The Eye of the Void."

Vel'koz took no notice of the bear, even once addressed. The voidborn hovered to a nearby terminal, slipping one cracking tentacle up. It moved with speed and acuity, tapping three buttons in a sequence before snapping a lever back, and the monitors burst to life around the room.

Volibear turned to each of them in turn. Though the great Ursine was literate, he could not understand the strange alien cryptography adjacent to bars of many colors. Some of these meters remained stable, while others fluctuated. He felt a stab of anxiety in his gut as his heartrate quickened, and it did not escape his notice that two of the bars spiked up and stayed there.

The Ursine growled, no fear in his voice. "What are you doing? Where am I?"

Still, the monster ignored him. His blazing eye remained wide and attentive as both tentacles moved, tugging levers and pressing buttons, inspecting each of the meters with careful attention.

Volibear squirmed, struggling once more against his bindings. He grit his teeth, growling, craning his neck for any sign of weakness in his predicament. He could not see his legs beyond the rise of his black-furred tummy, but he could see enough of his hip to know that he was entirely naked. Pushing his buttocks and the little nub of a tail against the metal sheet only confirmed this.

Eventually, Vel'koz turns, his tentacles whipping around. Finally, he inspected the Ursine, the eye narrowing ever so slightly as he slipped forward. He slid a tentacle under Voli's chin, turning the bear to him. It felt dry to the touch, and the tip buzzed with electric life. Rows of eyes all blinked in unison, though each inspected a different part of the bound champion.

Volibear snarled, glowering at him, pulling his maw back to show rows of teeth. He mustered up an electric charge, aiming to spit the jolt right into the hideous monster's face...

There was nothing. He could feel no spark of voltage within him.

Finally, the voidspawn spoke. His voice was calm, rational, but also distant. Each word was enunciated; the language was clear, almost sanitized, as though spoken by one who was entirely familiar with the concept of communication and knew the language in and out, without having ever held a single conversation.

"The subject's galvanic potencies have been diminished to an affectivity of 2.45%. This voltaic suppression will be lifted upon the subject's release from this room upon conclusion of Experiment 418A, henceforth referred to as 'the test'."

Volibear blinked, but Vel'koz was already turning away. He drifted back to the rightmost monitor, inspecting it. "Prior experimentation on the subject's kind suggests that the proceeding activities are best prefaced with the following advisement: it is recommended that the subject does not struggle and cooperate fully with the study in order to most thoroughly enhance our understanding of his biometrics and subsequent--"

Much of this was flying over the Ursine's head, but he had heard enough to grasp the general meaning. "I will do no such thing!" he roared, spittle flying against his teeth. All four limbs tugged ineffectively against their metallic constraints. "I am no fool, Eye. I have witnessed firsthand the destructive power of your kind. You ask for my docility as you seek to wither me away piece by piece?"

Vel'koz had turned to regard the bear. Though his mannerisms were alien, there seemed to be no hostility or even irritation in his posture at this interruption, nor in his voice as he replied. "The subject's conjecture is not a necessary aspect of the experiment. However, it is our opinion that the subject's cooperation is contingent upon his mental state, best alleviated through divulging of potentially sensitive information."

"Speak plainly, monster. I do not understand you."

The three eyes lining the top of Vel'koz's helmets blinked arhythmically, but the central sphere remained wide and observant. He remained silent for a long moment, before uttering: "We will henceforth address the subject in more colloquial terms, as the subject's mental state is tangential to the focus of this experiment."

His voice changed. It was still the same creature, but there was a lilt of emotion -- forced, but more conversational. "All right. You'd rather I spoke more like this. Is this better, Chosen?"

Volibear growled.

"Very well. Chosen, you've been selected as the next in a series of experiments aimed at further examining your kind. By your kind, I refer to two things. Your species, which is to say, ursus erectus, or 'Ursine'. In a larger sense, I also refer to you as an organic creature of this world, Runeterra."

Volibear snarled. His arms were trembling with rage by now. "What is the point in this, Eye? Your kind dissolve in order to study. This is well-known. I care not to hear your reasons for trying to melt the flesh of my body."

"You misunderstand me," Vel'koz replied calmly. "You will not be killed as a result of this experiment, nor do we expect any harm to come to you mentally or physically."

"Liar!" Volibear roared. Though he knew it was feeble, he growled, thrumming up the static electricity that had made him such a force to be reckoned with on the Summoner's Rift. But there was none to be found. "You expect that I believe you will show mercy?"

"I do," replied the Voidborn. "It does not benefit me or my kind to kill you in this situation." There was a momentary pause, and a sound not entirely unlike a heart beating.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

"Allow me to correct myself. It would be slightly beneficial for me to dissolve you, as this would provide information for unrelated future experiments. However, it would also be shortsighted."

The bound bear growled, but said nothing. He watched as Vel'koz floated around in front of him, pacing the room. He did not know if this was a natural thing the voidkind did, or if this was also an affectation aimed at making him more "human".

"If I were to kill you, one of the greatest Champions the League of Legends has ever seen, thorough investigations would be conducted. I have not yet deduced the exact power of the summoners, but I expect that there is a better-than-even chance that if you went missing, they would be able to determine me as the culprit. However, understand this is not my primary motivation. The more important incentive to not kill you is..."

Here he turned, lifting his body, such as this great and terrible eye bore down upon the Volibear with lustful excitement. "Sustainability."

Voli's ears flickered. Vel'koz continued, turning back to float around the room.

"It is a convenient coincidence that the very magical nature of immortality the Rift provides me with an unlimited source of test material, without scrutiny of humans with moral qualms. If I were to dissolve you now, I would not have the chance to do so again..."

A tentacle came up under Voli's chin.

"And again..."

Another, this one brushing along his nipple.

"And again..."

Vel'koz was close now, his illuminated pink eyeball so close that Volibear could almost headbutt it. The Ursine squirmed, turning his head aware and growling, wincing up at the mortifying sight before him. He could sense the creature pulsating, as though breathing heavily.

"My dear subject, I want to study you for all time, and the Rift allows me nearly unlimited ability to do so. I melt you into paste, and you pop up to live again mere seconds later."

The tentacle began to wrap gently around Volibear's neck, sliding toward his far shoulder, cradling him. The big bear shuddered with revulsion. "If you can get what you want from me on the Rift, and you will soon release me, then why have you chained me here like a beast?"

Vel'koz held to his captive for a moment longer, still looking down upon him. There was no affection in those eyes. Before long, he pulled back slightly, bringing both appendages down to stroke along the Ursine's robust stomach.

"There is one aspect with which our particular chemical composition interacts poorly. Are you familiar with mammalian biology, Chosen?"

Volibear just stared back. Vel'koz didn't seem to mind, and he continued on, placidly.

"Our kind has many different words for these concepts, but I will use the words most commonly found in your spoken language, for clarity. Most mammals follow a structure of having a particular number of chromosomes for almost all cells of the body. However, there is a specific kind of cell that only contains half of the normal chromosome composition. Due to the chemical nature of our decompositional fluids, these cells bind improperly and are fundamentally changed during the process. In other words..."

His tentacles were sliding around Volibear's sides now. They were dry, but the electrical energy at their tips caused the bear's coarse black fur to stand on end. It tickled a bit, and the Ursine snorted, growling through his teeth.

"If I were to melt you down, I would receive a great deal of information about most cells of your body. However, one aspect would be a biological blind spot. Therefore, this experiment has been designed to extract some samples of these cells from your body without using our normal destructive compounds."

Volibear growled, squirming against those tentacles at his side. He spat at the monster, "So what, then? What 'cells' are these? My heart, my liver? Do you seek to rip my body open and harvest one of my organs?"

Vel'koz's reply was placid. "No, such an action would kill you, or at least potentially render you unable to compete in the League. As mentioned before, this would be counterproductive to our future endeavors. The type of cell we wish to extract is known by several names of which you may be familiar. Gamete, spermatozoon..." When Voli gave no indication of understanding, the Voidborn's voice softened, almost affecting a sort of humanlike humor. "Spunk."

It was clear that he expected this to have an affect on the Ursine, but Volibear's face registered no reaction. If Vel'koz was disappointed, it didn't show, though there was a slight hesitation before he spoke again. His tentacles began to slip down Volibear's side, creeping between the nook between his crotch and his thick, muscular thighs. One slid beneath the heft of his scrotum, barely tickling the bear's perineum, while his second slipped gently around that black-furred sheath.

"Your sperm, Chosen."

This got the reaction the creature was more expecting. Volibear's face registered shock, then horror, then suddenly a flustered, red-faced fury. A new surge of protest ran through the bear's body, and his hips jerked against his captor's tentacles as he bucked against his bindings. The veins in his arms pulsed as he drew them taut, growling up a storm. "You cannot! You will not! That is not yours to take from me!"

Vel'koz's voice remained calm and emotionless, like a robot speaking with a child, despite his words: "This surprises me, bear." He applied just a little pressure to the thrashing bear's ballsack, seeming to consider the way his testicles moved against the tentacle's tip as he moved. "All evidence indicates that the means of procurement of a male creature's seminal fluid is considered a desirable process. We have several documents indication that male Ursine consider masturbation to provide pleasure, and the endorphin release is--"

"You do not understand," Volibear snarled at him, eyes blazing with fury. "I will not enjoy this, and will take no part. I do not wish it!"

"This is both a truth and a falsehood," Vel'koz replied plainly. Even as he stroked Volibear's genitals, he could feel no stirring within the bear's loins; he remained flaccid, without so much as a twitch of his thigh muscles. "The exact magnitude of pleasure for this process varies between species, but it is generally conceded that a male must be, as is casually stated in common Runeterran language, 'in the mood'. However, there are ways of inducing such a state that--"

"Silence!" roared the bear, filling the room with noise. His cheeks were burning beneath his dark fur, and his nose twitched with irritation. "Your kind know nothing of ours. An Ursine's seed is not like his blood. Mine will not spill if I do not wish it."

"A falsehood," Vel'koz repeated, his voice still dry and sanitized. His tentacles slid back along Volibear's crotch, tickling his sheath and the underside of his ballsack as he retreated to the central of the three terminals. He turned three knobs and pushed a two-pronged lever forward.

The three monitors shot to life, and the bear's heart fell into his chest.

What he saw depicted there was familiar. A fierce, crooked grin showed rows of sharp teeth. A wide gray nose had thin whiskers sprouting from a stout muzzle. Two eyes blazed, one deep and blue as a distant star, the other a pool of magma in a bronze vat.

Pridestalker.

The lion was grinning right into the monitor -- grinning at him. The lion's maw moved, though no sound filled the room. Beyond him, the bear could see a flicker of a bright blue sky, and a run of vibrant green grass, and it took him several moments to realize that this was not a video.

It was a memory.

One of his memories.

He could see Rengar from this perspective because he had lived it. His hands had been bound in that memory too. He could remember the fear churning in his stomach, and the excitement too, the thrill and the horror and the deep, as-yet unknown delight that he would come to appreciate in the years to come.

"This is one of many examples," Vel'koz went on, like a bored math teacher explaining a tedious problem. "All visual evidence indicates an innate desire on the behalf of the subject..." He paused, and there was that gentle thumping sound again. Thump... Thump... "A desire on your behalf to have your freedoms restricted. Subsequent incidences indicate an increase sexual pleasure during times in which you are bound or otherwise rendered incapab--"

Volibear found his voice, and he bellowed with so much fury, the small metallic room nearly shook with his rage. "Reprehensible cur! Demonic beast! Rrrrrrrrghh! This is an affront from which there is no forgiveness!"

Vel'koz did not raise his voice, and so it was drowned out by the bear's bellowing. "Rendered incapable. As this aligns with our desire to keep you restrained during the seminal extraction process, we found it to be an acceptable convenience..."

"Monstrous worm! Rrrrrrrggggghhh! I will rend your eyes from their sockets, and will feast upon your blood! Those memories are mine and mine alone, vile insect, and you've no right to them!"

"... and believe it will result in an overall increased ejaculatory volume, upon which the success of the experiment is dependent. These extracted memories have also provided other means of inducing sexual excitement that we found uncommon among males of your species. Allow me to demonstrate."

"Disgusting, monstrous, despicable maggot! Release me at once, and I shall deliver a swift and merciful death beyond what you deserve-- guh!"

As the Voidborn casually pushed a lever, Volibear felt the platform against which he was bound begin to tilt backwards. His whole body tensed up, tugging against his restraints, as he felt the soles of his padded paws lifting off the ground. He squirmed and snarled, thrashing as his body was slowly lowered to a horizontal position.

Vel'koz floated closer, hovering over and around the bear, examining him now from above. Volibear thrashed, trying to butt his head forward and catch any part of the creature within his snapping jaw, but the voidcreature mostly ignored the Ursine's head. His attentions, by the movements of his tentacles and those three attentive eyes, were on the supine Champion's bulky body. One eye focused upon the toned and muscular chest, the second upon that large rounded belly and the sheath tucked just below, and the third regarded the Ursine's bare footpaws.

This last part was what drew the attention of Vel'koz first. He withdrew his tentacles only to slide them forward, stroking them down the big guy's leg and wrapping both of them around his right foot. Volibear grunted in protest, his leg stiffing as he tried to kick.

"Mental probing was able to identify one hundred and seventy-eight instances of podial stimulation being used during sexual encounters."

Though Volibear's ankle was bound to the platform, one of Vel'koz's tentacles even so wrapped around the midpart of the bear's padded foot, keeping him still. The second appendage gently began to weave its way through each of his chubby toes, sliding in and out and stirring up the black fur sprouting between them.

Volibear had quieted somewhat, though he still grumbled and growled his protest. But his sounds picked back up here, grimacing as he lifted his head to look down the run of his body to see what they were doing to his footpaw. His leg tensed, tried to twitch, but he could barely move his foot -- save for his toes, which kneaded and squeezed against the tentacle as it slid between and around them.

Though his weaving tentacles and his perked eyes expressed great interest, Vel'koz continued to speak in that calm, almost detached voice. "It had not escaped our notice that of these encounters, one hundred and seventy-seven instances were with the same individual, leading to a possible theory that certain acts performed by some individuals are more effective than with other individuals. This will potentially assist our understanding of courtship practices in which a mammal does not seek out multiple partners for sexual relationships. This is a tangential aspect we are looking to deduce over the course of this experiment."

As his tentacles stroked over the bear's sole, Vel'koz turned to regard the monitors, which had gone back to revealing statistical details.

Voli tried to keep track of them, to see which were raising and which were falling, but it was a losing proposition. It was too hard to focus. The tentacle felt like soft flesh, neither slimy nor squishy. Under other circumstances, it would almost feel comfortable, ticklish in a very amiable way. The crackle of electricity at the tip of the feeler seemed to soften his sole up, rendering it more sensitive in the places in which it was touched, and he grunted, trying to move.

"We also theorize that in some individuals, the brain makeup is such that the synapses for sensations in the penile region and the podial region are close enough that stimulation to one..."

Vel'koz droned on, but Volibear's growling was getting too loud for him to hear over that calm, quiet voice. The bear had one eye squeezed shut now, the other open but squinted, staring down at his paw as he continued to try to move it out of its bindings. He flexed his toes to try to get away, but the Voidborn took immediate advantage, wrapping his tentacle around the big toe and gently squeezing, like a massage. The tentacle around his midfoot began to pulse as well, a gentle, steady throb, like a snake coiled around a mouse.

Volibear could not deny that it felt good, but it also felt wrong. Wrong in a different way than his first few encounters with the Pridestalker had been.

The Pridestalker.

He wished he was here. He imagined the lion there at his paws instead, not a tentacle wrapped around his toes and foot, but the hunter's padded fingers, his warm but scratchy tongue, his slick gray nose...

"Stop this at once..." Volibear growled feebly, now squeezing both eyes shut. He could feel a slight pang of desire welling in his stomach, and he willed it to stop. He could keep this contained. "You will not succeed in what you hope..."

The tentacle touching his toes slipped past them, reaching for the other foot. It repeated the same process, mirrored, weaving to and fro between each of the thick toes and pulsing pleasurably against the pads. His left foot kicked at the sudden sensation, before it too was bound up and held immobile by the second grappler binding its way around his heel and midfoot.

"Rrrrrphhhhh," the great bear groaned, clenching his teeth and once more struggling against his restraints. His toes flexed and scrunched, flexed and scrunched, struggling in vain. But Vel'koz didn't let up, continuing to massage and pet and entice the bear, all the while watching the way the bars changed.

It felt like a long time before the creature from the void turned back. His voice remained gentle, but the slight hesitation made him seem perplexed. He spoke now to the computer, dipping back into the more regulated tones. "Endorphin levels have increased with heart rate, confirming increased stimulation of non-sexual means. Blood pressure slightly increased. Muscle tension increase is slight and within parameters indicating little or no arousal. Blood flow to the penile region remains unchanged. Visual confirmation: subject has not obtained erection. Moving on to next phase of the study: prostate stimulation."

Volibear squinted one eye open, peering down the rise of his belly at the sinister creature. Vel'koz turned back to him, his central eye wide and, to the bear's knowledge, all-seeing. Volibear shot him a dirty glower, but the voidborn was motionless for a long time.

Finally, he unwrapped one of his flaggellating appendages from the bear's foot, though he kept one secured firmly to Voli's toes. He resumed his steady rhythmic pulsing, massaging the pads, as his second tentacle reached toward him. Voli grit his teeth, growling a warning that proved fruitless. "Stay back," he warned. "Don't come near me with -- nngh -- grrrrphh!!"

As though propelled by a single-minded mission, the creature's feeler had been directed straight toward Voli's exposed tailhole. The bear struggled in vain to bring his thighs together to block the advance, to no avail. It brushed up against his entrance and buried its way inside.

The bear squirmed, then grunted, bucking his hips upward to accommodate for the new length stuck inside his rump. He twisted his hips, having little choice but to grind back in order to find even a small semblance of comfort as he felt the fleshlike limb wriggling through his inner walls, pushing for what he knew must be at the end.

Naturally, Vel'koz's voice remained professional.

"Previous studied have indicated that humor can help a subject relax and increase pleasure. Would you like to hear a joke about aliens and anal probing?"

"S-silence!" the bear snarled, his face tight with effort. The tentacle felt so different than Rengar's shaft; it was thinner, but it bent and twisted more, and it plunged forward with a sort of reckless, unceasing abandon that was a lot to take in at once. He let out another grunt of frustration as he felt the appendage smush up as far as it would go, and almost coughed with surprise as the tip crackled with energy and began to wriggle incessantly against his prostate. "Nggh -- gpphhh -- grrrrrppphhhh!"

His stomach churned, and he felt his hips rocking, trying to dig his heels into the platform to push his hips further up in order to adjust for the length deep inside him. His chest moved as he flexed against his wrist's bindings, rising and falling with the effort. He reduced himself to a single-minded focus.

Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.

It was a losing proposition. He could already feel himself stirring, an involuntary reaction, and he felt his cheeks grow hot as he knew his captor was staring, with all four eyes, at his pink flesh swelling from its black-furred prison. He tried to pull his thighs back in an effort to conceal the growing length between them, but of course, he could not. He could only lie there, limbs splayed, tentacle up his rear, left foot bound and squeezed, as he grew like an iceberg rising from the water.

"Subject has achieved an erect state," Vel'koz confirmed for the computer, and though the bear was distracted, he thought he could hear the faintest trace of deeper interest in his words. "Moving to next phase: penile stimulation."

"Don't," Volibear warned, but the protest fell on deaf ears. He could feel the Voidspawn released his grip on his foot, and he tried to turn his neck to see the approach of the oncoming tentacle beyond the curve of his stomach. He felt it before he saw it, though, and the smooth length began to wrap itself around his growing length. It pulsated, just as it had around his toes, and Volibear was helpless but to grow harder and harder against it.

It felt good, but it still felt wrong. His stomach was churning, and though it was with a small part excitement, it mostly revulsion. If this horrid alien creature was hitting all the right notes, it was in a voice that Voli didn't like. He felt uncomfortable, exposed, embarrassed.

Not into it.

He longed once again to have his partner here. He had been in a similar scenario with the Pridestalker, some years before, but there was a difference -- a mutual respect, a veiled willingness, a deep desire. The thought of Rengar caused him to throb in the tentacle's grasp, and he knew that he had just reached full erection.

Vel'koz coaxed him further, and his tentacle began to slide up and down the bear's length, continuing to pulse. His other limb still crackled inside the Ursine, pushing him onward, forcing him into a slow, upward bucking rhythm.

"Rrrrgh -- rrrrrnnpphhh -- stop this!"

Both tentacles pulsed in time, throbbing inside and around the helpless bear. Voli could feel spittle collecting at his teeth, frothing as he continued to move, to fight back, to get away--

Time passed. The great bear could not tell if it had been only a minute or several. He found himself breathing hard as the grip upon and within him relaxed. Vel'koz was pulling back his tentacles, already turning from the supine Champion before they had even retracted all the way.

Sweat was in Voli's eyes, but even so he craned his neck to watch the voidborn turn away dismissively. The alien returned to the rightmost of the three terminals, inspecting the information before floating over to the middle.

"Respiration and pulse rates are at acceptable levels. Blood pressure is high, but endorphin levels remain substantially below expectations. Overall pleasure centers fall outside of attenable parameters. Expected ejaculatory outflow estimated at 3.42 Runeterran millileters."

Then the creature spoke a single word.

"Disappointing."

There was a flurry of motion as the alien whirled around the room, hitting levers and checking statistics. Volibear grunted in his bound position, moving his shoulders and legs and looking to his left and right to find anything that could get him out of this position. His penis had mostly retracted by now, but he could still feel and hear his heart pounding in his chest from the effort.

Vel'koz turned, and though the creature was expressionless and his voice remained placid, the Ursine thought he could detect the faintest hint of distress in the creature's manner.

"Concerning. All evidence gathered indicates that actions taken thus far should result in maximum pleasure for the subject. Subject is part of a control group expressly forbidding chemical or hypnotic induction. Ejaculation is inevitable, but seminal collection estimates fall significantly below prior expectations."

The creature rushed Voli, all at once, its blazing wide pink eye mere inches from the Ursine's nose. Volibear snorted at him, his lip curling in a snarl.

"What am I missing, Chosen?"

Volibear growled, but said nothing. Vel'koz, in turn, brought his tentacles up, each one tapping at the side of the bear's temples.

"The restrictions of our scientific method are proving a hurdle. It would be a simple matter to infiltrate your brain synapses and rewire your mental state to induce maximal pleasure and thereby invoke a considerable outflow of seminal fluid."

Volibear said nothing, and he willed himself to not swallow the lump that had grown in his throat. The tips of the voidbeast's tentacles crackled against the side of his head.

"We have several subjects who have underwent similar brainwashing exercises to marked success. Hypnosis is the most reliable method of gamete extraction. In this instance, however, our hypothesis sets you as a control group and do not allow the implementation of such an effective tool."

Volibear still did not reply. Vel'koz began to stroke his tentacles along the side of the bear's head, causing an involuntary shudder of revulsion.

"I cannot allow this experiment to fail. Podial and prostate stimulation were expected to be all that was necessary. We even concocted an artificial smell to replicate your favorite food, understanding that this is often consumed post-coitally and as such is expected to elicit strong sexual connections for you. Yet our projections even so are sorely lacking. How can we increase your seminal output?"

"Repugnant beast," the Ursine spat back. Both handpaws curled into fists. "You disgust me. The idea of surrendering my seed to you is nauseating."

There was that faint pulse again as Vel'koz contemplated the bear's words. None of his eyes blinked as he continued to watch him closely, considering.

Then at once, he turned away, returning to the console. He spoke quickly, as though on the verge of an idea.

"Subject has indicated an unwillingness to engage in sexual activity due to lack of affection toward the tester. Preliminary observations suggest there is one factor that was present in previous encounters that can be replicated here." Thump... thump... "Experimental parameters do not exempt the participation of alternate testers."

Vel'koz turned, and Voli could swear he saw a twinkle of mischief in one of the voidborn's eyes.

"I'll be right back."

He flicked a switch, and a partition of the wall zipped upward into the ceiling with a gentle whirr. He disappeared into the darkness, leaving the bear behind.

Volibear exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut and then growling his frustration. "Curse me for a cub," he muttered to himself. It matters not how I got into this situation. What is important is how I get out.

He closed his eyes, sensing deep, but could feel only the smallest trickle of magical energy within him. He could muster not even the smallest spark of electricity, nor could he expand his musculature.

He focused on each of his limbs, trying a variety of different moves, one at a time. He carefully rotated each wrist, feeling for any remote sense of weakness, or of any ability to twist and slip a paw through the metallic arch. Nothing. He tried to slide his arms forward, hoping to push more of his forearm beneath the strip and leverage the use of more of his bicep. Nothing. He even spat on his palm at one point, hoping in a vain effort that the saliva could help to lubricate the metal and allow him to slide his hand through.

Nothing.

"Damn it all," the Ursine growled, squeezing his eyes shut. I wish he was here t--

"Well, bear. Seems you've found yourself in another mess."

Volibear's heart leapt into his chest before beating like a hellishly fast wardrum. His ears flickered as he lifted his neck, his whole body alight with a ripple of pure excitement as powerful as any thunderstorm. His voice was a roar of relief.

"Pridestalker!"

The white lion strode into the room, back straight, the braids between his ears and falling from his chin swaying with the move. He was mostly naked, and in the dim twinkling light of the computer buttons, his powerful broad shoulders and chest loomed in half-veiled darkness. His long feline ears flickered, two golden rings pierced through the right one. His scarred leonine body ran to bare abdominals sprouting cream white fur, drawing the eye to the buttonlike sheath and the drooping scrotum teetering between the toned thighs of a warrior, a killer, a hunter.

Volibear's chest surged with joy, for he had never seen so glorious a sight. It a feeling that was rapturous, grateful, and--

Fleeting.

Something was wrong with Rengar's good eye. It did not burn with the cold blue fire of his usual passion; instead, it sparked with an eerie and, now, familiar pink light. As Rengar stepped further into the light, Volibear could see a thin tentacle wrapped around the lion's neck. A moment later, Vel'koz emerged from the darkness, hovering mere inches behind the vastayan.

"Pridestalker," Volibear spoke, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What has... happened? What is going on?"

"What's going on?" Rengar asked. It was his own voice, through and through, that near lazy growl that exuded arrogance. He smirked, coming to a stop a mere inch from the bear's helpless footpaws, and brought a hand up to inspect his claws.

"It's the same old song and dance. You desperately want to give something up, but you're stubborn and stupid and you cling to it like a bear with a beehive. So then I need to come and take it from you."

The Ursine swallowed. His trepidation caused Rengar's smirk to widen, but the white lion said nothing until Voli found his voice.

"Pridestalker, this is -- this is not the same. You are not the same!" He tugged hard at his bindings, struggling with all his mind to point at the voidborn hovering just over Rengar's shoulder. Vel'koz remained silent, his tentacle still coiled around the hunter's neck like a leash. "This foul demon has done something to you! The Pridestalker I know would shred his captor in a fit of jealous rage, knowing that it had tried to take that which was his! I--"

The Pridestalker laughed, his blazing pink eye disappearing behind his lid as he tipped his head up and spat the mirth out.

"Oh, the prey claims to know the predator, does he? For a creature of the north, bear, you've always been so full of hot air."

"Pridestalker," Volibear entreated. His voice was gruff and deep, but he could not fully mask that it was, too, a plea. "He controls you. Have I not..." He swallowed. His limbs were trembling with rage and despair and other emotions he had no words for. "Have we not fought each other, and ourselves, all these years that I may give myself to you willingly? Of my own accord?"

Even in the quietest and most intimate moments of the night, it would have been a difficult thing for the reserved bear to say. Now, strapped to a metal board, with a monstrous alien beast holding his mate captive as a puppet, it was only a necessary truth.

Rengar smirked.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that? A hunter grows bored without a chase." Here, each of the lion's paws began to reach out. Volibear grimaced, seeing them going for his footpaws, and he scrunched his toes as he tried to pull them back. "There is no honor in finding willing prey. Wetten my blade, bear, if you can."

His slender fingers suddenly shot forward, closing the distance between them and Volibear's clenched paws. He forced the claws through the cracks in his padded toes and pressed forward, forcing them open, as his palms rubbed against the balls of the bear's foot.

The Ursine snarled, kicking as best he could, even as Rengar pulled the soles of his paws taut. Even in his distress, his confusion, and his concern, he knew he had to fight the sensation. The Pridestalker had done this a hundred times before, and Voli knew.

He had to ignore the soft, kneading push of the lion's padded palms.

He had to resist the gentle stroking tickle of his fingers between the bear's toes.

He had to fight the urge to open his footpaw up, to surrender to the plush, comfortable, irresistible sensation that--

"No -- rrrgh, s-stop!" Voli cried out, his face contorting as though in pain as his hips moved. His one open eye was a squint, mirroring Rengar's own single eye as both turned toward the black-furred bear's midsection. A pink beast was rousing from slumber, peeking out from its dark cave before rising into the light.

The lion snorted, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin. "Predictable bear," he rumbled, and Volibear squirmed. He couldn't help it. The phrase was not uttered robotically as though the hunter were coerced; his cocky baritone held an undercurrent of rich, deep, authentic affection, and it shot through the Ursine's veins as quick as any drug.

Rengar pushed, sliding his palms along Volibear's toes and brushing his pads along the supine Champion's sharp claws as he moved forward. This time, Vel'koz did not come with him; the tentacle collaring the lion's neck began to unwind, though even as contact was broken entirely, the predator's glowing pink eye did not change.

The alien creature stared, keeping his silence, watching with rapt fascination as Rengar stroked both paws up the Ursine's leg, one running along the top, the other curling around to stroke his calf, the crook of his knee, his inner thigh, and lastly, the nook between his ballsack and taint. Voli snarled, his hips moving, jerking, but even he could not tell if he was trying to pull away from Rengar's push, or if his midsection was thrusting from the spike of excitement.

"Pridestalker," Voli whispered, almost a whimper, looking into his partner's blazing eye. "Please..."

But Rengar only chuckled. His hands continued to move up the Ursine's body, pushing into the furred flesh, converging on the bear's robust stomach. The effect was immediate and visceral. Voli let out a loud groan, twisting under Rengar's touch as the lion kneaded his stomach. The Pridestalker made tight concentric circles, rubbing tightly against that big belly as his paws moved toward the center.

It was too much. The fight was lost.

He squeezed his eyes just as they rolled up into his head, letting out a low, primal groan as the sensation along his stomach shook him to his core. His cock throbbed like a lightning rod, and though Rengar paid it no mind, his wrist sometimes bumped against the swelling head, causing it to bounce and bobble.

"Is that all you've got?" the Pridestalker rumbled, his braided tail flickering behind him, though he was grinning. He was applying just the very tips of his claws now, scritching the run of the bear's tum in expanding spirals. "You get a little belly rub and you keel over like a dog. Maybe I should make you roll over, or beg for it."

But Voli had no words. His jaw was open now, breathing hard, scattering specks of spittle against his teeth. He let out a long groan, digging his heels into the metal platform as he pushed his hips up as high as they would go, and that was when Vel'koz engaged.

Voli couldn't see the tentacles coming, but he knew what they were the moment they touched the pucker of his tailhole. He was distantly aware of the way his thighs were parted, exposing that vulnerable part of him, but he could do little more than grow flush in the cheeks before he felt the wriggling feelers digging their way inside him. This elicited a staggered groan from the bear, which was soon suppressed as Rengar in as a blur, closing the distance between their muzzles and bumping nose-to-nose as he kissed the other.

Voli's jaw worked of its own accord, opening wide to accept the Pridestalker's advance. Rengar had tilted his head to lock their muzzles, and he was pushing against his head great force, all but attacking the bear's mouth with his scratchy warm tongue, teeth clacking against teeth. Volibear squirmed, chest heaving as he sucked in the very air from the white lion's lungs, hips pounding upward as Vel'koz dug deeper and deeper into him.

The very instant Vel'koz's appendages were bumping against the bear's prostate, Rengar had reached behind him, wrapped his soft padded fingers around the Ursine's shaft, giving his thickness a squeeze. Voli was helpless but to throb back against him, not just once but several times in rapid succession, feeling the bubble of his precum collect at the tip and dribble onto the lion's palm.

"P-Pri--" he tried to say, but Rengar was still at his mouth, kissing him ferociously, almost angrily, even as he reached his arm further down and cupped the poor bear's scrotum, wriggling his fingers and squeezing the egglike testes within them. His leonine claws scritched faintly along the bear's inner thighs and perineum, which was bulging slightly from the tentacles still slithering around inside him.

Voli was dribbling so heavily by now, he could feel the wetness leaking from his tip, trickling down his firm pink shaft and pooling around his sheath. Some was falling onto his stomach and gathering in his belly button, which he could feel when Rengar -- still locked maw to maw -- began to rub his free hand along the Ursine's stomach again, coaxing him onward.

His arms flexed, pulling his entire body taut as he grinded upward, pushing against the bindings around his wrists and ankles, pushing against the tentacles now fully extended inside his tailhole, pushing against the Pridestalker's hot and huffing maw, pushing against the cat's hand as he stroked his genitals.

Rengar had started to pull his right hand back, only to wrap his lithe fingers around the head of the bear's dick. He smeared the collecting pre down the shaft, once, twice, thrice, coating the pinkness in a shimmering translucence. Voli creaked an eye open, trying to move his neck to see past Rengar's face toward his own penis, but Rengar pushed back, slamming his muzzle against the bear's and pinning his head to the platform even as he kissed him again.

As he did so, he began to jerk the Ursine off, not with a gradual crescendo, but an immediate furious, hungry speed. The feline's fist was a blur, grinding up and down Voli's shaft until the bear's huffing groans became near whines, his jaw locking as he was breathing too hard to close it. The Ursine puffed steady clouds of warm air into Rengar's face as the Pridestalker drove him faster and faster toward an inevitable conclusion.

And still was Vel'koz silent, observing with the interested yet detached nature of a professional scientist, even as his feelers continued to worm and wriggle around within the bear's butt. He had found the prostate with the prongs of both tentacles and was working them now in a steady yet rhythmic pulse, thumping inside him as the very tips of his prongs wriggled and wrought at the sensitive organ.

Like the very lightning that fueled his rise to power, Volibear's orgasm came suddenly, loudly, and forcefully. He dug his heels into the metal and slammed his entire body upward as far as his bindings would let him, the skin of his muscular black-furred body pulling tight as he plowed upward toward the ceiling. He rammed one final skyward time into the Pridestalker's fist, and, in a snarling sputtering rasping roar, he came.

Globules of thick white cream skyrocketed from his tip. Some of it caught along the white-furred lion's pumping fingers, but most of it shot past them and spewed forth, slathering the side of the hunter's body and neck before cascading down to the bear's own stomach and chest. His hips twisted, bucked, and he spurted again, another mighty jet of rich seed, coating his torso in a helpless spray.

He roared as though in pained, a near agonized howl of ecstasy and torment, his body locked as he pulled autonomously against the bindings that held him back. Rengar had pulled back, letting the bear's bellow right into his ear, as his good eye watched the ejaculate in realtime. A jet of cream hit him on the nose, and his whiskers twitched.

Voli's insides were clenching down, locking up around those tentacles deep inside him, and his inner walls were pulsing along with the alien as he did. Even after he had spilled his last, thrusting his head back to expose his neck and panting for his life, the bear's body continued to squirm against those twinging tentacles.

He let out a quiet, feeble moan as Vel'koz, at last, withdrew. Rengar did as well, looking down with a satisfied smirk at the absolute mess made of his paw, not even to mention the seed dribbling from the fur in his braids and along his side.

"That better?" he asked, and in his groggy afterglow, it took Voli a long moment to realize the Pridestalker was addressing Vel'koz.

"Remarkably," replied the alien. He still had that cool and professional tone of voice, but it was unmistakable that there was a humanlike emotion to it -- excitement, perhaps, or even delight. The voidborn's eyes were on the monitors, which showed many of the previously green bars now flashing an orange-red. "Preliminary estimates indicate a seminal outflow of 14.27 Runeterra millileters, resulting in a conservative estimate of over two billion semen cells." The alien turned now, and it was impossible to miss the increased intensity of the glow in the creature's primary eye. "Exceeded expectations. This is even considering that the 13.61% that has made contact with you cannot be utilized."

"That's good," Rengar replied, though he seemed almost disinterested. He was mostly focusing on licking the bear's spunk off of his fingers, though he occasionally gave the gasping, puffing bear a look of wry affection. "We ought to do this again sometime."

But Voli couldn't say anything. His mind was a total blur. Distantly, he recalled Vel'koz saying he would not be harmed, and even more distantly, he could recall not believing it. But that was all like a dream, muddy thoughts from some distant era. All he could do was breathe, vulnerable, spent, his still-hard cock twitching as he lay there in his own mess.

"We must begin the extraction process before the substance congeals. Time to rest, bear."

Vel'koz pushed one of those crackling tentacles toward the bear's head. His eyes lazily followed it as it came up to the side of his head, and then--

Darkness.

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The darkness gave way to gray.

The great bear's temples throbbed. His every instinct was to squeeze his eyes shut, but he forced them open, squinting at the world. Everything was a blur, large pockets of color and light without meaning or form. He blinked several times, then tried to bring his hand up to rub at his eyes.

He did so, and as he blinked, he could see the light trickling into the room through half-drawn shades. His room.

Their room.

Smacking his jaw, the great bear pulled himself up into a sitting position. His head was throbbing, and he grunted, bringing his huge paw up from his eye to the side of his head. The sound evoked a muffled complaint from somebody next to him, and as Voli turned, still rubbing his temple, he could see the outline of a lean bare butt nestled up against some blankets, with a braided white tail draping over the side of a bed.

Rengar groaned again, bringing his arms up to shove a pillow over his head. He buried his muzzle into the bed, and his voice was muffled as a result. "Quiet down, bear," he complained. "Eugh, it feels like two yordles playing Bombs Away in my head. The hell did we drink last night?"

Volibear tried, but he couldn't remember. He had a vague recollection of going to sleep, but his head throbbed when he tried to remember anything after that. Had they even had anything to drink? The Ursine was not much of an alcoholic, but he had developed a taste for Frejordian mead in his day, a fact which his partner had seen fit to exploit every couple months or so.

"I am uncertain," the Chieftain admitted at last, now scratching at his little ears. He sighed, then shifted his great bulk off of the bed, which audibly creaked and groaned with the effort. He walked to the window, pulled back the sheet, and was dismayed but not surprised to see it was well past midday.

"Did either of us have a match today?" he wondered aloud.

"Summoner's holiday," the Pridestalker grumbled, nestling deeper into the sheets. "No matches. Will you come back to bed already? Then if you won't stop making noise, at least it'll be easier to gag you."

The Ursine snorted, feeling a slight smile rise in spite of himself. He took once glance back out at the world, then drew the curtains back. He lumbered back over to the bed and settled down onto it. Though he moved with a gentle, graceful ease, the bed still creaked and whined under his hefty weight as he curled up onto it. His big arms wrapped around the lion, who sighed but acquiesced without protest, turning and tucking his back against the bear's chest.

"We must have overdone it last night," Volibear said, closing his eyes. His chest was thrumming against the lion's warm back with every word.

"Mmm," came the grumbling reply. "You smell weird though."

Volibear made a quiet perplexed sound.

"Like halibut that went through a dishwasher. What did you eat?"

"I don't know."

Rengar groaned, nestling back into the bear's body. "Whatever. No more talking. Go to sleep, bear."

"As you say..."

The bear wrapped his arms around the smaller male, holding him back against him. Rengar brought his arms up, pressing them against the Ursine's wrist, even as he nodded his head forward and tried to go back to sleep.

And Volibear, groggy, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, tired, headachey...

Somehow felt richly, deeply satisfied.

"Hmmmmmmmm," he growled, his final sound of the waking world, before he drifted back off into sleep.

The End