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Rumble's armoured suit stood proudly in the blue team's well, the electric blue Yordle that commands it polishing the spiked knee joints, giving them a dazzling shine. His first ever battle in the fields of justice was about to begin and he wanted to make an impression on whatever scum he'd facing in the top lane. So many years people had thought the runt had just disappeared, to live life in solitude, away from the people who had scorned him but he was back and he wanted to prove he was stronger than Heimerdinger or Corki or any of those other blood traitors... He laughed maniacally to himself when he saw the enemy line up. Heimerdinger, probably taking the top or middle lane... He'd have his revenge a lot sooner than he thought. He quickly clambered up the leg of his mech and started furiously pressing buttons and pulling levers, urging the machine onwards. Each step left an indent on the floor as the machine strode forwards with purpose, the yordle inside bearing his teeth in a wide and sinister grin... Imagine his disappointment when, upon reaching the top lane a crocodile jumped out of the brush, laughed in his face and then dove back inside.

"Hey! Lizard!" The yordle yells into the brush as loud as he can. A single eye appears amongst the tall, tall grass. "What, Rat?" A dark voices hisses, the eye flicking back and forth. "Where's Heimy Heimerdinger? Send him up now, ya hear me!" The yordle's short fuse was already sparking. A chilling chuckle issues from the brush but nothing more, the eye disappearing from sight as minions start to flood into the lane. Rumble spent the entire time sneering every time the slathering croc rushed into the lane to kill more creeps, the blade stick shaving a few hairs off of Rumble's Mohawk with each spin. He was unsteady, new to the fields he didn't know his own power, so he was surprised when, after landing his electric harpoons into the scaled flesh of the crocodile he was free chase him down the lane, searing the crocodile, burning at the two huge slotted wounds in his back that the harpoons had left. Watching Renekton limp away with barely any HP the yordle tipped his robot suit forwards and fired a single missile straight into Renekton's back wound, the ensuing explosion sending bits of cooked croc all over top lane.

Rumble was waiting for this the entire battle. He immediately left for mid lane, two new harpoons loaded and ready to go. On his way there he met their jungler, a Singed with a strange affinity for jungle creeps. He didn't bother questioning it, how was he meant to know what the gangly man in bandages was meant to be doing? Barely paying the giant mech any mind Singed ran out into middle lane, only to be blown back through the brushes a few seconds later, smoking but mostly unharmed. He lifted himself to his feet silently and gave Rumble a thumbs up before running back into the jungle deeps. Rumble wondered what insidious trap Heimerdinger had cooked up in mid lane for him but his suit was ready. He moved into the lane with a war cry, shooting off a harpoon at the first thing he saw.

His own mid Swain was totally shocked to have an electrostatic harpoon embedded into his chest, the mage collapsing back as the wire between him and the mech cut. But Rumble was too distracted by another yordle sitting in mid lane, farming with such grace and poise. Her skin blue as topaz, hair bright pink, her frame small but carrying... huge armaments. His jaw dropped, his suit's arms dropped heavily as the tiny critter stared at the beauty of middle Lane. She on the other hand was totally bemused and decided to rocket jump up onto the cockpit of the mech, standing on the bronze lip.

"So you're the newbie huh?" Her voice was teasing him, the little smirk the cocksure female wore on her face so cute... "I'm Tristana... Is that a rocket on your back?" Rumble answered with a murmured yes, the Yordle had been out of the other's company so long he'd almost forgotten what Female Yordles look like... he didn't notice it himself but he was drooling slightly. Tristana leaned in, a delicate finger tracing down the Yordle's face between his eyes, making him go cross eyed for a second, and then gently down across his lips. Rumble panted slightly as the girl of his dreams got into kissing distance, his puffy pants suddenly becoming a lot tighter... Her hand is slipping down his front, across his chest... his belly... he squirms as her delicate yet strong hand reaches the top of his shorts but his eyes grow wide as he feels it brush against the bulge and onto the controls of the mech, starting the equaliser missile system launch sequence. She brought him close with the free hand she'd skilfully used to tie his shirt to a missile and whispered into his spiky blue ear "Welcome to the League!"

With a cute and happy giggle the female Yordle jumped off of the suit, leaving its owner to get launched miles into the air, squealing and squirming, and then suddenly land again in top lane, stuck to the missile by his shirt. The giant crocodile creature walked forward and picked up the Yordle, licking his lips as he did so, breaking the binds between the rocket and his shirt, and then ate the runt whole with a satisfied gulp and then a maniacal laugh. When he finally respawned, Rumble was still star stricken. He wanted Tristana, he had to have her... He was drooling on the controls of his robot when Swain smacked him upside the head with the tip of his cane. "Watch where you're firing those things!" He shouts with a touch of acid in his voice, the words muffled slightly by the scarf around his mouth. "TOP LANE! NOW!" The General yells, theatrically transforming into a giant raven for a few seconds. Rumble marched off to top lane stiffly, cold sweat dripping from his furry brow. People in this league were weiiiird.

The rest of the game involved more of the same, every time Rumble laid his eyes on the blue beauty he lost focus totally, the Yordle dragging his team down singlehandedly. After one team fight, 4 for 1, Rumble's team lost spectacularly, Rumble climbed out of his downed mech to follow Tristana as she left for the jungle. He quietly stalked her through the brush, keeping out of sight. He heard a hissing sigh over the wall of Red's spawning camp. "She must be doing red!" thought Rumble, who'd read up about buffs before battle. "I'll help her... She'll have to like me then!" He silently slipped from the brush, about to announce his arrival before he saw what was going on. The crazy reptile from earlier... his perfect Yordle girl... He watched with his mouth wide open as the crocodile let out loud moans and hisses with each thrust of his thick girth into the Yordle straddling his lap, her hips rolling and moving in time with his long, powerful thrusts. Her moans were cute and soft, just like he'd thought. Rumble disappearing between brushes again, the blue and white fur of his face turning darker as he blushes.

The corners of Renekton's long muzzle curled up in a smile as his long shaft slides in and out of the yordle's tight cunt, a few inches staying outside of her as the well hung croc bottomed out. His scaled hands rested on her shoulders, his thumbs gently playing with her pert breasts and erect, dark blue nipples. His constant hisses and sighs of pleasure were muffled slightly, the couple not wanting to be caught out of position, and clothing by their own team or the respawning blue team. Tristana was biting her bottom lip to stifle her own passionate moans as the massive crocodile cock rails into her, one delicate hand rubbing and stroking her clit as the crocodiles thrusts get faster and harder, a slight growl forming in his throat as his orgasm builds. Tristana is the first to climax, her pussy squeezing hard around the thick shaft, milking it as Renekton lets out a triumphant growl, his tip pushing into her womb a little, seed pumping straight into her. The yordle's belly distends a little, the already stout blue female gaining a little extra girth before Renekton slides his still cumming shaft out of her and laying it against her back, covering her back in his thick seed. Tristy collapses onto Renekton's belly, head resting on his chest as cum drips from her cunny...

"I love you..." She murmurs softly, gently hugging as much of the croc as she can "They say you're crazy but you just needed someone to love..."

"Oh it definitely helps... relieves a lot of stressss..." The crocodile almost purrs as his hand gently strokes Tristana's back.

Rumble was sitting in the brush still he could smell the sex... all the musks in the air, his nose highly sensitive. His furry hand was already on his own throbbing cock, impressive for a Yordle his size but nothing compared to the massive log Renekton was sporting. He knew he shouldn't be in the enemy jungle but he didn't care, his hand was working his shaft hard, his free hand gently stroking against the sensitive head of his light blue cock. His eyes closed as he imagined Tristana sucking him off, licking her tongue up and down his rod as he moaned about how good it felt, the little furry yordle biting his lip so he didn't accidentally tip them off... Suddenly he felt warm air around his cock as the real Tristana was between his legs, breathing over his shaft, giggling softly at his surprised expression. She licked over his head and the smaller male leaned back, hands resting on the ground behind, as one soft yet strong hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it as her mouth worked over his thick head. He hadn't had company in so long, the feeling was so wonderful... he was already pent up after watching her and the crocodile go at it... he wouldn't last long as the sexy femme starts to bob her head up and down his pre dripping cock.

That's when he noticed he couldn't move his arms. The yordle girl let out a more maniacal laugh, slipping her mouth off the needy Yordle's cock as Renekton finally showed himself, laughing deeply as the edged Yordle tries to hide his shame, bringing his legs together, whimpering softly as both of them laugh at him. Tristana moves in and gently kisses a whincing Rumble on the nose.

"You're so cute!" She says, Rumble not able to tell if she was mocking him more or being serious... He watched as the couple moved away into the distance, Renekton carrying Tristana in his arms, kissing her lovingly and tittering about Rumble.

Rumble was found sometime after the match had ended by Swain who'd noticed the Yordle missing some time ago. He found him asleep, tied to a tree and still naked below the belt. The General sent his cane between the Yordle's legs and straight into his exposed sac, not enough to do any serious harm but enough to sting and wake him up. "Wh-what's the big idea?!" Rumble yells out, a tear forming as he side to side, whimpering and whining at the growing pain in his stomach. Beatrice flew down, and pecked the ropes away before flying up to her Master's shoulder perch, cawing pleasantly.

"I don't know, what was your big idea when you allowed you're self to be captured by the enemy?" Swain growled back, the Yordle whincing and squirming away from the robed Noxian as if he was suddenly made of fire or a wall of snakes.

"I... I fell for a girl... and she got the better of me..."

Swain nodded and looked contemplative for a second before sitting down next to the still half naked and tearful Yordle, one gnarled and war scarred hand gently patting him on the shoulder. "When I was a Recruit in the Noxian army I was faced with a hard choice, the love of my life or a continued career in military service... I think the choice I made was obvious, I left her behind until one day I returned as a Sergeant , invading the Demacian village where she lived... I found her though, as my troops raided the village, and brought her with me to safety and then..."

"So... you're saying if I can't get what I want now I should wait a while and take it forcefully...?"

"Ye- No! What? Let me finish the story fir-" Swain was cut off as the blue Yordle pranced off down the jungle path and toward the arena exit.

"Thanks creepy old man!" He laughs, suddenly in high spirits, a plan already formulating in his hot but clever little head of his.

Swain simply remained seated as he watched the half naked Yordle disappear, shaking his head before feeding his raven a small strip of meat drawn from within his robes, head shaking slowly....

Tristana and Renekton were given a couples suite at the institute at war, their own respective homes too far away to keep their relationship going. The suite was large with a huge, double bed with surrounding curtains for privacy. The walls glowed with the magical fire that floated, anchored to neither torch nor candle, creating a radiant warmth but not burning on contact with skin or setting anything on fire, just in case the floating flames crash into the shag carpeting or various curtains. She sat astirde his back, gently massaging his scales where there were still a few bruises with his fight from Rumble in top lane.

"That little rat STINGS," The crocodile hisses, his tail whipping about to emphasise the last word, the movement batting away a passing flame.

Tristy leans forwards and kisses him gently on the back of his scaly head and says, "Don't get worked up over it, we got him back remember. I bet he's still sitting at red, pent up and squirming..." They both laughed warmly before Renekton suddenly whipped around so that the female Yordle was sitting on his belly, the crocodile already fully hard, his tip poking her in the back. She merely blushed and nodded softly pulling down the thin white panties she had on before getting ready to mount that thick shaft, the tip pressed snugly against the velvet lips of her pussy. "You want this, hm?" She teased, lowering herself slightly so just the tip slips in, Renekton squirming slightly at the feeling, hissing out a soft and needy yes.

Just as she started to take in more of the shaft there was a knock at the door, Tristana sighing softly and kissing the crocodile on the end of his long snout before un-mounting his shaft to open the door. She shuffled across room but she could smell something.... Burning? It smelt like Heimerdinger's workshop when she went to get her cannon fixed... She slipped on a robe before answering the door.

She opened the Yordle sized door that every room had for accessibility reasons and Rumble was standing there in his usual attire, leaning on the door frame.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in almost a whisper, sharp with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh nothing, I just thought that if you think I'm cute then we could maybe hang out together and... you know... snuggle?" Rumble rambled, totally oblivious to her tone of voice.

"You already know I have someone to "snuggle"," She rolls her eyes as she says that word. "You watched us by red and you got what was coming to you. If you want those ants back you'll have to come back TOMORROW." The door shut with a loud, at Yordle scale, slam before Tristana went back to what she was doing, already back on top of the Crocodile before her robe had hit the floor.

Rumble let out a small sigh, "Women!" He said loudly to himself, and to a bound and gagged Teemo a few feet away who was squirming and struggling for his life. Rumble whipped out a small sword he used to defend himself if he was ever outside of his suit and quickly sliced the ropes holding the other Yordle in place. Before he could even run, Rumble grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him back, years of working with heavy machinery making quite strong. "Not a word of this to ANYONE... Thank you for finding her for me though, very kind..." The other Yordle just nodded happily and sprinted down the corridor as he was let free, happy to get out of there alive, having Rumble in his suit break through your door with promises of severe beatings unless things went his way was enough to motivate anyone really... being dangled above Kog'maw's pen for the better half of the afternoon was overkill , he'd already agreed but apparently Rumble just HAD to do it after he spent so much time setting it up.

His suit sat on the opposite side, currently quiet but smoking slightly as it sat with the engine just barely ticking over. He climbed into the cock pit and got ready to start his plan... As the light of the torches in the institute played over the mech many things could be seen that were different. Where there was once a large spiked ball there was now a long rounded pole of some sort, with a strange design that made it look somewhat more phallic than the mace it used to have fitted. The dual harpoons had been replaced with lower voltage, blunt clamps and the missiles had been replaced with a compendium of sex toys, long, thick, thin, vibrating and electrifying. The biggest change was the flamethrower tanks were no longer gas and oxygen tanks but a type of adhesive that expanded and could only be removed with the solvent he carried in the other tank.

He wound up and sent the robot shoulder first through the door, causing the couple inside to roll off the bed in surprise, the crocodile already deep inside Tristana. Renekton quickly slipped his cock out of Tristana and grabbed his sword stick that was laying against the wall.

"What are you doing here, RAT?" He spat the last word like a fly had flown into his mouth. He didn't get a reply, a blast of white liquid plastered him to the wall behind him. He struggled and growled as he tried to rip the sticky white shit off of him. He started barking swear words at Rumble who silenced him with another blast of adhesive, locking the Crocodile's mouth closed.

"Tristy... Where are you...?" The furry blue Yordle sings to the surrounding room, his voice distant and chilling. He starts stalking about the room in his suit, sniffing the air. He slipped down from the cockpit and stood with his arms spread in the open. "I'm not in my suit look! Surely a strong member of the Meglings could take down a little runt like me..." He'd barely get to finish that sentence before a panicked Tristana jumped down on him from the top of one of the bed posts, rocket jumping as best she can while her cannon is being serviced elsewhere, landing so her legs straddle the male's belly, winding him slightly. She wraps her strong little hands around Rumble's throat, wanting to knock him out before he could cause any more damage. But he was ready, giving a few little flicks of his eyes the mechanical suit burst into life and rammed it's new pneumatic dildo arm into her rear, causing her to squeal, hands coming away from Rumble's throat as he quickly scrambles back onto his feet, giggling happily. "Eye control! Isn't it brilliant? I invented it myself!" Tristana was in too much pain from having her tight anus suddenly stretched by the cold metal. The suit lifted her away as she whimpered in pain, tears already filling her eyes. Rumble removed all his clothing in one movement, his sleek blue coat shining in the magical fire.

The robot lowered the pain disabled Trist back on top of Rumble, keeping the cold metal dildo buried in between the cheeks of her firm rear, ready to push deeper if she tried to fight him. There was the sound of a spring suddenly unwinding and a ring gag landed in Rumble's outstretched hand, the Yordle quickly applying it to his unwilling lover's mouth. He gently turned her around on the fake metal cock and the robot fired the two spring loaded clamps onto her already erect dark blue nipples, attaching themselves roughly but not breaking the skin although they make her yelp, muffled by the gag slightly.

"Now..." Rumble starts, gently turning her back around to face him. "If you do anything wrong this happens." He clicks his fingers and few jolts fly down the line connecting his suit and her breasts, the Yordle girl squirming and whimpering softly like a wounded animal. As soon as the electric stops he says "So are we going to do anything stupid?" She nods in reply, unable to talk. "Good girl. Now you left me in that jungle alone and wanting... I think you know what I want you to do..." As he says Good girl the dildo in her ass warmed up slightly, becoming a bit more comfortable... She lowered her forcefully opened mouth to Rumble's already half hard cock, giving it a few timid licks before he suddenly clicks his fingers, another jolt hitting her, making her body tense up until it stops, leaving her panting warm air all over the growing shaft.

"You want to suck my cock, slut... I know you do... Show me how much you want to suck my cock," He says his voice cracking slightly, it was obvious that being isolated so long had left the Yordle not quite all there in the head. His fingers raised, pushed together threateningly. Tristana didn't want to risk another shock so she quickly slipped her mouth down on the relatively thick shaft, licking over it, bobbing on it, sucking as best she could with ring gag in, starting to drool over Rumbles shaft because of it. She moaned, trying to make it sound as genuine as possible as her eyes carefully watched the furred fingers rubbing together, constantly threatening another shock. Rumble himself was almost constantly moaning, squirming slightly as she continued but he wanted more... one of his hands goes behind Tristana's head as she bobs on his cock and suddenly slams her down as his hips slam up, pushing his cock down her throat. He starts to throat fuck her, moaning cutely as he rails in and out of her mouth, deep as he can go. Tristana just tries not to gag... not wanting to give him more reasons to shock her, tears rolling down her face as Rumble's furry crotch hit her repeatedly in the nose. This goes on for some time before Rumble suddenly lets out a loud pleasured sigh, looking briefly at Renekton with satisfaction as he fights the adhesive in vain. He pumps thick seed straight down Tristana's throat before slowly pulling out, his last few bursts cover her face and pink hair, the Yordle girl closes her eyes tightly to avoid getting his semen in them. He makes sure Renekton gets a good look at the cum covered face of his lover. "Good girl but you're not horny enough... I want you to beg for me... " The metal dildo warms up more, to about body temeperature, and starts to thrust gently. There's another springing noise as something flies from the missile rack to his hand again, this time what looks like a dildo with a pink liquid core. He slips it into the ring and presses the button on one end, causing the pink goo inside to pour into her mouth. "Drink it!" He barks suddenly, fingers raised. She does so, it tastes sweet and with every gulp she feels her vision blur with lust she'd never felt before. As soon as the penis shaped bottle was empty Rumble removed both it and the gag, letting her talk once again. He let the drugs take effect, all the while the thick metal dildo slowly slipped in and out of her rear passage, going a bit deeper and faster the long Rumble lets it. When he notices her starting to push her rear back against the iron fuck toy he looked at the robot and flicked his eyes, the metal dildo quickly slipping free from the now tamed Tristana, no longer needing the leverage. He puts her on bottom, spreading her legs with his knees and begins rubbing his hard cock against her puffy, needy lips, each little movement making her moan.

"You want this, hm?" Rumble purrs to the lust crazed Tristana, mimicking her from earlier.

"I NEED it... please... fuck me..." She whimpers out pathetically, totally broken as she tries to push against him, to get his cock inside her. Happy to oblige, Rumble pulls back and then slams into her, his entire length pushing inside her with one thrust. He starts hammering into her cunt, a little loose from being used by Renekton but still velvety soft and everything he'd imagined it being. As he pounds into her cunny he can hear the Crocodile still stuck to the wall, growling foul oaths at him as it watched him take her. He sniggered to himself as he suddenly stopped reaming his now very willing victim and quickly repositioned himself, so Renekton had full view of the wet, lust filled fucking, unable to look away as that light blue cock rammed into his girlfriend again and again, using the cunt he'd been deep inside only tens of minutes ago. Tristana and Rumble locked mouths as they continued to screw, Rumble could be like this forever, she felt so good around his cock... He kept himself edged, thrusting slower everytime he felt himself get to close and stopping completely as Tristana started to have orgasm after orgasm, the powerful aphrodisiac doing its work. It was hard work but worth it to see the fury growing in Renekton's eyes every time he broke the kiss to look back at the much larger male.

Another spring sounded and a dildo flew up into the air, which tRumble caught expertly even through the mind numbing pleasure. He put the thin tip up against Tristy's already stretched pucker and started firmly pushing it inside, their juices covering the shaft, making it slip in with ease. It began vibrating and Tristana cried out at the alien feeling, Renekton had never done her up there before, and she'd never stuck a vibe in there... She couldn't hold herself back the feeling was perfect, she'd climaxed so much and she wanted all of her new lover...

Suddenly Tristana wrapped her legs around Rumble's waist, dragging him closer to her, deeper than he'd gone before, his entire shaft buried in her warm confines.

"C-cum in me please... I want you to cum inside me, cutey...." She whispers directly into his ear, she didn't really know what she was saying, it was the drugs talking, but Rumble didn't care... Renekton couldn't knock her up but he could... and she so obviously wanted it... He wanted to have a bit more fun first.

"W-who do you love more?" He barely managed to whisper out loud enough for the croc to hear, trying hard to hold himself back.

"R-Ren... You..." She moans out softly, Rumble about to click his fingers before she changed her mind. He finally let himself go, his thrusts short and shallow as he quickly pushed himself over the edge, letting out a shuddering moaning, going as deep as he could before releasing another torrent of seed, cumming straight up against her cervix, the female having one last powerful orgasm that milked his cock for all it's worth.

They were both exhausted, panting in time with each other, Rumble's more animalistic side making him let out a soft and satisified purr. They fell asleep there with the now furious Renekton still watching, all the magical fires going out except one that let him see Rumble's inexplicably blue cum dripping from his loved one's cunny. *** The next morning Rumble woke with a start, forgetting what had happened last night. He felt something warm around his cock, he was still buried in Tristana's cunt. He quietly slipped free and started to leave the room. He remembered what he had to do before he left, spraying the wall above Renekton with the solvent, the slow running liquid would unstick the croc way after he was gone and safely back at his yard where he'd be turning his suit from the dildo machine it is now back to the killing machine it was.

Tristana groggily woke up sometime later, the aphrodisiac leaving her a little drowsy and forgetful. She looked at Renekton still stuck on the wall, and then felt her cunt... it was dripping wet and full of Rumble seed... She let out a frustrated and whimpering sigh before falling back asleep.

Renekton. Had not Slept. He'd watched all night, even when Rumble sleep fucked Tristana's ass and she begged, even as she slept, for bigger... for more... On and off insanity leaves you with a taste for more than one gender... He would get his revenge for this...

Teemo uncloaked in the corner of the room and shuffled away at high speed out the door, fur matted in places, mostly his right hand and belly. Oh that crazy Yordle, what will he get up to next time?