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Summoner's Rift. I gripped my spear as I waited for the magical fountain to heal all my wounds. I can barely remember the excitement I felt when I'd first entered the most important Field of Justice. Then, I'd thought that everything would change. I could sway the battle arena with my strength, and the political arena with my cause, and protect the Kumungu Jungle from those who would destroy it for nothing more extravagant than lumber.

I truly was naive, but perhaps that was to be expected, being raised by cougars in the jungle. My feline family may have taught me my formidable powers of transformation and combat, but they taught me nothing of politics. When the greatest mages in all of Valoran vowed to replace devastating magical wars with the League of Legends to resolve political conflict, I wonder if they realized how slowly anything would get done. There were limits on the scope of each battle's rulings. Perhaps, if one side could consistently win, progress in some form or another would be made, but the back and forth of success in the Field of Justice meant that the world took two steps backwards for every one step forward, as well as three steps sideways on alternating Thursdays.

Being the sole champion from the Kumungu Jungles, with opposing views to both Demacia and Noxus, meant that I could get nowhere, despite my prowess in battle. To have any impact at all, I needed to ally myself to the others' causes in exchange for a pittance. Still, my efforts had slowed the destruction of the jungle considerably, even if I found myself working with the Demacians far more than I would like. Occasionally I would side with Noxus to keep the Demacians on their toes, but if Noxus were to triumph, there would be nothing I could do to stop them from tearing down and corrupting my homeland.

I took a deep breath, my wounds slowly knitting up. I was relaxed; we would win this engagement for sure; over half the opposing team was currently on the sidelines waiting to be resummoned. Our team had only lost two, a good trade, especially since we still maintained all of our magical turrets. Against us, only Ahri, the Nine-tailed Fox, and Singed, the Mad Chemist remained. I knew little about them, and I didn't care. All I knew is that I had devastated Singed in my lane, which had, perhaps, turned this whole battle in our favor. He was far behind me in Summoner-bestowed rewards. Ahri was a newcomer to the field, though I heard she was a terror, known for sucking the life out of wayward men. Perhaps that was why she had been so useless against her female opponent, Lux.

I could see the two champions we had lost in the last engagement - they would return to the battlefield in fifty seconds, but they were already 'celebrating'. On the sidelines, they could not be seen by Summoner or the general populace watching on magical monitors in each of their cities. I could see them, but they seemed oblivious to me. Jarvan hadn't even taken the time to remove his armor, simply removing his codpiece. His elite lieutenant Shyvana, however, shunned traditional armor in favor of looser-fitting gear that would survive her frequent transformations into a small, but powerful dragon. In truth, she was half-human, half-dragon, shunned by her father's species but having found a...rather welcoming home in the arms of the royal Exemplar of Demacia.

Jarvan had recently led an expedition south of the Great Barrier - no one knew what lay on the other side, but he had come back a changed man. Though he had recruited Shyvana earlier, it was only now that he had begun a secret relationship with the half-dragon. He had lifted the agile woman up, and she was riding him even as he leaned against the wall, grunting and groaning. Sweat dripped off of their bodies, and no wonder - they only had thirty more seconds to finish before they would rejoin the battlefield.

I turned away. I had never given myself to anyone, man or cougar. My plans for the future did not include cubs! I couldn't take months off from the Field of Justice pregnant and risk the end of Kumungu. Jarvan didn't have the same problem, and, to an extent, neither did the egg-laying half-dragon. I wonder if Jarvan knew the result of all of his couplings with Shyvana. Did she tell him about the many clutches she had birthed each month? I could smell it on her. Could the man truly be foolish enough to think he was safe, when Shyvana herself was the result of a human/dragon pairing? What I wouldn't give to see Jarvan's face when he realized exactly how many secret sons and daughters he had sired.

My patron, the Summoner, watching everything from high above the Field of Justice, used his magic to teleport me directly back to the field of battle. My turret still stood, obliterating the mindless hordes that endlessly approached from the opposing base. Summoners spoke to their champions in twinges - like a sense beyond the standard mainstays of hearing and smell. Not every Summoner was as good as today's. Some battles, I was directed into suicidal mistakes, but the most damning Summoner told me nothing of what was going on around the map, content to leave me blind and alone on the west side of the arena, getting stronger and stronger while the rest of my team was devastated. That was a sure path to failure. This was, above all, a team battle arena.

Today, however, I was inundated with gentle nudges in the right direction, with instinctual feelings and an awareness that surpassed even my own. I could feel that Singed was desperately fighting back waves of minions in the east of the arena, but Ahri was nowhere to be seen. Either she was hiding in her base, or she was in the dark, hidden jungle - my specialty. I felt a push in that direction, but I had already set off for their side of the trees.

Though the trees were evergreens instead of my homeland's rainforest canopy, I never felt more alive than stalking prey in a jungle. I would find Ahri if she were in here, and she would never see me coming. I kept my human form for now, tossing traps in the undergrowth that would alert me to the nine-tailed fox's presence. Some say the humanoid sorceress was once a simple white fox, warped by magic in her goal to become completely human. Well, I don't think I overstep myself when I say cougar beats fox.

Sure enough, I found the woman fighting the mindless lizards in the middle copse. I crouched in the underbrush, watching her fight, studying her movements, and planning just the right moment to strike. She had already slain two weaker lizards and now dodged left and right, fighting the big one I affectionately called "Red", though he was clearly green-scaled and wearing a blue robe.

Bright blue balls of energy and fire flew from Ahri's hands, wrapping around the ancient lizard, while he swung futilely with his wickedly curved sword. She was skilled, that was certain. She wore a red and white shift with a skirt in a style that I had never seen before, but after classic League of Legends fashion, she revealed far too much of her body. In an arena where men and women are chosen to represent a nation or cause in front of the entire continent, women were sure to dress scantily. The fox maiden covered her middle, her hips, and her arms, but I could smell the sweat dripping from her revealed long, smooth legs, and of course her ample breasts. The only thing that differentiated her from the dozens of other perfectly-toned, curvy combatants were her whiskers, pointed fox ears, and her gigantic, fluffy tails. Each was pure white and half her size, curling around her body as she moved and cast her spells. True to her name, there were nine of the things poking out from beneath her open skirt.

Ahri cast her most powerful spell, a blue ball of energy that flew out only to return to her, scouring anything in its path. Now was the time to act! Just as the spell blasted through the tattered lizard man, I tossed one of my many spears straight into its heart, securing the killing blow just before the boomerang returned to her hands. Ahri knew immediately what had happened, but it was too late for her. All circumstances were in my favor. Her team could not assist her, whereas Lux was just to the east. I was bedecked in powerful magic items that she lacked. She had just expended all of her energy trying to destroy the lizard, and would need time to recharged. Ahri's strength was in her mobility, but once I shifted to my feline form, I would be even faster. And most importantly, that killing blow had sealed the lizard elder's magic into my spears instead of her magic: each hit would slow her movement.

She turned tails and ran, but my second spear tapped her in the shoulder, slowing her down. She would soon join her fallen teammates, waiting to be resummoned! Or so I thought. Ahri disappeared, and reappeared a short distance away, shifting locations. She wouldn't be able to sustain this level of magical effort for long, and I knew where she was going. She darted north and to the right, for the high grass, hoping to lose me in it. Me! I gathered my energy into one, powerful throw, sending my spear whirring through the air, right into the bush. Ahri had to dart to the side, but the wasted movement cost her. I was only a few paces behind her, readying another spear.

Impressively, the lithe sorceress managed one more blink, toward the grass, putting her a leap ahead of me. She obviously didn't know who she was dealing with. Now was the time to show her! I dropped my spear and leapt forward shifting in mid-air. My arms became legs, and body sprouted yellow fur, and my own curved tail shot out through my disappearing hide thong. I would be fully transformed by the time I hit the ground running.

I just hadn't counted on one thing. In desperation, Ahri turned around, outstretching her hand from which a bright pink burst of energy blasted forth directly into my face, in the middle of my transformation. The sudden effort caused the young sorceress to trip backwards into the grass. Her charm spell! For several seconds, I would pursue her to the exclusion of any other goal or purpose. I fought the spell as best I could, but the magic was potent. I surrendered to it, knowing that she could not escape in the few short moments it bought her.

I landed on the ground, a massive cougar strangely drawn to the slender vixen. I jumped and landed heavily on three of her tails, making the woman yelp and pinning her to the ground. She was mine, all mine! Panting from the exertion, I reached forward with my rippling forelegs, pushing down around her waist to ensure her capture. As soon as the charm wore off, I would kill her, and send her to the sidelines.

I felt the magic dissipate a second later. I pushed her legs apart, growling softly, and Ahri gave an inhuman squeal as she faced her painful doom. I opened my jaws, fangs glinting brightly in the light of what little sun made it through the evergreens, and descended upon her, ready for the killing blow.

I lowered my muzzle between her legs, but I stopped, sniffing. Was I still somehow under her spell? She smelled different...exotic. What was I doing? She needed to die, but I couldn't do it. Gazing down, I saw her glistening, canine mound, puffy and swollen. She was in heat.

Why would that matter? I'd been around my mother and sisters during their time, and suffered no ill effects. But this time the odor was different. It filled my nostrils, coating them with the sweet, yet acrid scent. I couldn't bring myself to bite down.

Ahri was surprised as I was when, instead, I lowered my lips between her legs and gave her a long, steady lick. She tossed back her head, gasping and moaning as my scratchy tongue engulfed her oversensitive vulva. She pushed weakly at my head, but I was three times her size and weight - I was going nowhere. I licked her again, for the moment oblivious to the fact that the grass was hardly a blind spot. Everyone across the entire continent could see what we were doing, but for the moment, all I cared about was Ahri.

"Nidalee, stop!" she whimpered, struggling to back away from me without success.

I felt another strange twinge, but I knew this wasn't from my Summoner - it originated between my legs. Surprised, I lifted my heavy muzzle from Ahri's heat-swollen spade, and glance down between my legs. Ahri's eyes followed mine, and together, we gasped in surprise.

There, stirring from my sheath, was my growing cock.

Thinking back, I realized that the charm spell has struck during my transformation. I didn't even know I could change genders, but the proof was jutting out and shiny red for the whole world to see. No wonder Ahri's scent was affecting me differently than normal!

When I glance up at Ahri, she had a sad smile on her face. The sorceress said, "Sorry," and held out her hand, glowing a strange, dark red I had never seen from her before. The magic had a scent that smelled of rot and evil, and before I could back away, she had placed her hand on my forehead. I could feel the evil tendrils whipping at my mind, tapping at my energy. She really could magically devour males!

The magic faded as suddenly as it had begun, unable to wrap around my brain. Ahri gasped, stunned, but I knew what had happened, even if I was unsure why. I wasn't male, not truly. The Zaun would say something incomprehensive about how my genes remained unchanged, while the Demacians would speak of the light, and my female soul. Regardless, I may have a cock, but I was still too female for Ahri's dark magic to take hold.

I gave the startled sorceress a toothy grin, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I did the only thing I could will myself to do: I licked her again.

The smell was good, but the taste was amazing. I would take a lick, spreading her swollen lips apart to drink her juices dry, and by the next lick she would once again be as wet as ever. She squirmed beneath me, nudging my huge head this way and that, but she could not escape. I began to feel unending twinges, no doubt from my Summoner, but I was in no mind to pay attention to him or her. I had found my prey, and now I would claim her.

"Stop, please!" she whined. "Everyone is watching!"

I licked again, hearing her, but ignoring it as my dick swelled out against the grass beneath me.

"Unhhh," she moaned. "I've never done this before!"

Never!? She was renowned for stealing men's hearts, and then their souls! Had she truly teased them into her arms, only to give them nothing in return but a swift, painful death? Perhaps she needed this as much or more than I did. Animalistic lust filled my body, but not for the first time. Now, however, I would indulge it - for once, giving in to my body's needs offered no risk of pregnancy! And even if I were male, no vixen had ever born a man's or a cougar's cubs.

Ahri seemed to be coming to the same realization, spreading her legs wider for me as she squealed. My tongue plunged deep into her, slurping every last drop of her heat-fueled arousal. Her bushy white tails twitched beneath her, and she began to rock her hips, moaning, "Don't...don't stop!"

My cold, wet nose was grinding up against the pointed tip of her straining mound when I felt her tails wrapping around me. She caressed my feline form with the nine, soft appendages everywhere but my very back. The three touching my belly drew my attention the most, particularly the middle one. Soft fur fondled my growing cock, making me grunt and groan in an especially unladylike way, which seemed appropriate as my intentions for Ahri were equally masculine.

Ahri gripped my short mane in both hands until her already pale fingers turned white, gasping and moaning beneath my licks. Now, she was rolling her hips up against my probing muzzle, letting out a strange, inhuman shriek with each thrust. My tongue itself was trapped in a tight, wet cavern that convulsed tighter and tighter, as if trying to pull me deeper. I'd have obliged if I could, mesmerized by the scent and flavor of Ahri's heat-riddled cunt.

"Oh, yes! Nidalee!" she cried, her entire body dissolving into twitching shudders. She all but squealed beneath me, gasping for breath as my tongue gulped up a fresh gush of delicious juices. I swallowed faster, trying to keep up as she came straight into my open muzzle.

I only let her relax in her warm, moist bliss for as long as it took me to clean her out. Barely a minute had passed before the last drops of her arousal slid down my throat, and I could hold back from the next step no longer. With a growl, I pulled my tongue free of the vixen's pussy and pushed sideways at her smooth hips with one massive paw.

She seemed to get the picture, her eyes widening. Still, she obediently rolled onto all fours, trembling and raising her many tails, giving me and the entire continent of Valoran a perfect view of her sopping, puffy spade, framed perfectly by her yellow-and-white skirt. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a mixture of anticipation and fear on her face. Better that she crouch down and accept it, because I would be even rougher if she attempted to flee.

Her eyes dropped below me to settle on my engorged cock, already bristling with barbs in my excitement. She dropped her jaw, but not from surprise - instead, she let her tongue hang limply from her mouth, panting and spreading her legs as I began to walk over her. "Oh, Nidalee," she said, shivering

Her tails parted way as my massive belly brushed up against her skimpy clothing. I was so much larger than her that by the time my newfound dick was teasing up against her canine slit, I could have rested my head on top of hers. Instead, I took her long, black hair in my teeth, repositioning my hind legs until my hips were flush with hers. She kept her tails neatly splayed out of the way, caressing my flanks.

I felt her mound bouncing, tickled by my bony tip, Ahri knowing that at any moment I would spear her and claim her maidenhood. By now, both our Summoners had given up trying to order us around, forced alongside the rest of the world to hold their breath and wait for me to finish with the vulpine sorceress. My teammates, Jarvan, Shyvana, Lux, and Graves were pushing forward in the middle of the arena, but I was busy. I wrapped my large paws around her middle, making Ahri yelp and gasp, "Do it!"

I shot my hips forward, my fat cock jabbing straight into her virgin cunt, which spread wide around me with a wet squelch! So this was what mating felt like. No wonder my cougar relatives were always flirting with each other (and with me). After this, how could I ever turn them down again? Ahri's tight pussy squeezed down around my cock, sending warm, electric tingles down my spine that overwhelmed my brain. Suddenly, there was only one thing I could do: thrust.

Ahri moaned huskily, digging her fingernails into the dirt beneath her, her many tails convulsing. All she could do beneath such a massive cougar was spread her legs and jerk her hips weakly up and down, and this is what she did. "Oh, Light!" she screamed, clenching down around my massive cock.

Until I pulled back. My fully engorged barbs dug into her tight, virgin passageway, dragging roughly back until just my tip lay buried inside of her. Ahri squealed and squirmed beneath me, but made no effort to escape my clutches. I sunk back into her aching cunt.

"Oh! Ow!" she cried, as if unable to decide what sensation predominated in her small body.

I couldn't have cared less. Every inch that I shoved my dick in and out of her send waves of contented bliss down my muscular body, and I felt something warm growing in my hips that I didn't have the words to explain. I rolled my hips smoothly against her, grunting each time my sensitive barbs dug into her pussy. Faster and faster I went, until Ahri's heady moans continued without pause, like a bitch in heat.

"Nidalee!" she cried again, her whole body tensing up beneath me.

I lifted my tail to give the audience a better view of my pistoning cock stretching apart her y-shaped folds, as well as my unfamiliar, but taut and hefty balls. I couldn't last much longer, that I knew, which was just as well, since the match would soon be over and we would be teleported from the arena.

Ahri humped up and down, panting, "Oh, Nidalee. Make me your bitch!"

Tugging roughly on her hair, I could only manage one, last jabbing thrust, shoving my cock all the way down her wet and squeezing cunt to burrow into her deepest walls. There, I opened my mouth, tossed my head back and roared, but even my loudest yell couldn't cover up the explosive splurt!

"Oh, YES!" Ahri shrieked, as her virgin womb was flooded for the very first time. I could only guess how many eggs were waiting there, only to be disappointed by my incompatible seed. At the moment, I didn't care either way, shooting load after load into her convulsing pussy.

"Don't stop!" she whined, her ears laid flat against her head as she rocked and moaned beneath me. Now, my slimy, bubbling cum had coated her tight flesh, numbing the pain of my barbs. White fluid spilled out of her for everyone to see, dribbling down her thighs. "Fill me up!"

I did what I could, but cougars are known for stamina, not output. All too soon, I was done with her. I pulled free, leaping back, and my seed went splattering out of her. Ahri just lay there on all fours, panting, her nine tails wagging simultaneously.

I knew I should kill her, but I couldn't. Besides, my team was already running rampant in the opposing force's base; the game would end in seconds. So I ignored my Summoners once again, curling up on the ground to lick my cock clean.

But, the battle didn't end. Ahri looked around, confused, then rolled over onto her back, still panting noisily for air. She reached down, spreading her legs with her hands and touching her ravished vulva. She put her fingers in front of her face, smiling at the sticky cum stretched out between them.

And still the battle didn't end. And suddenly, I realized why. The fight was a forgone conclusion. At any moment, my allies could take the base and end the match. But all eyes, even those in the battle itself, were on us. Jarvan and the others had pulled back, buying time, while Singed and his allies pushed back the mindless waves of minions. The next twinge from my Summoner pointed me toward Ahri. They wanted to see more.

I glanced over at the vixen, my stamina already returning. She was lying on the ground with her legs spread wide, and she lifted just one, fluffy tail, beckoning me with it. I got up, following my nose. Ahri gasped as my tongue burrowed between her legs, getting a sample of my own cum. But I had other plans. I pulled free and scaled her body, sliding a single claw down the front of her skimpy dress, ripping it cleanly off her body. Her smooth breasts broke free, bouncing beneath me.

"You want me?" Ahri asked, smiling, her middle tail tickling my hardening cock. "Then take me."

I lowered my head to hers with a forceful kiss even as I thrust, penetrating both sets of her lips at the same time. Ahri moaned, wrapping her arm, legs, and tails around my body as I violated her for a second time.

There was a third time. And a fourth. And even a fifth before my opponents became so distracted by our show that the mindless hordes finally broke past the final barrier and took victory, ending the contest to everyone's disgust. Magic enveloped the field, changing me back to my true form, and each of the champions was returned to their initial staging area to bask in victory, or dwell on defeat. After this battle, however, my allies eyes were all on me, and I imagine the same was true for Ahri.

I was not used to so many eyes, nor being the center of attention, and now that the heavy scent of Ahri's heat was gone, a deep, crimson blush came to my face. How could I have done that in the middle of a match, where everyone in the world could see me!? Could I ever live this down? I refused to meet my allies' eyes, until Jarvan spoke.

"Excellent work distracting them, Nidalee; truly your array of skills knows no bounds," he said with a straight face, but I knew he was laughing at me.

I glared at him, and then at Shyvana, stuffed full of his cum. I almost snapped, "At least I know how to help control the pet population!" but I thought better of it. I still needed the Demacians as my allies, and revealing Shyvana's secret could only stir up trouble. Instead I just mumbled and went for the door. I needed out of this city, right now.

I opened the door and stepped out into the glaring sun, on the stone terrace, only to be greeted by thousands of people. Apparently, I'd made a lot of new...fans. Cheers erupted in the square, as well as some laughter. Let them have their fun! I ran by without stopping, choosing for once not to travel as a cougar to make better time. I was going the one place I knew people would understand me: Kumungu jungle. My family would be my refuge until I knew that I could return to face the Demacians again.

* * * * *

Three months passed before I felt ready to brave the arena again. It wasn't bad; I got to reunite with my family, and the cougars more than understood what had happened. I felt more relaxed and better prepared to deal with the truth than I had for over a year; a sabbatical was exactly what I needed.

It was, however, a lot harder to turn down the propositioning of my friends and family. Now, knowing what had happened, the females flirted with me, too! Every time one of them brushed up against me, I couldn't help but think of Ahri, in the arena. The pure, unadulterated ecstasy I had felt with her was intoxicating, and torturous to resist. Sure, I could have lain with one or more of my many sisters without personal risk, but I wasn't ready to help raise their cubs. The League of Legends called!

And so I returned to Demacia. I was instantly recognized, and the buzz began, but I was ready now to ignore it. I slinked up to the massive temple that served as ground zero for all League disputes, not even looking at the crowd that had begun to grow behind me. If one good thing came from my...indiscretions, it was this newfound fame. I would be in very high demand on the Fields of Justice.

Thankfully, I was able to leave the crowd behind as I entered the massive, stone temple. Piloting over to the registration desk, I walked confidently past the stares of the many other contenders in the field. I saw old and new faces, but all eyes were on me. That's when I heard her voice.

"Nidalee...?"

Ahri. I turned around, and there she was, in the same regalia I remembered her in, her nine tails twitching nervously. "Look," I started, but she cut me off.

Ahri put her hands on her sides, and said, "We need to talk."

I froze, speechless. There, between her hands, was her curved...swollen...gravid belly.

"I'm pregnant."