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Steam poured out into the hallway as the door to the bathroom opened, Rumble squeezed himself through the comparatively small frame. He had one of his powerfully built arms in the air, toweling off the furry armpit it normally kept hidden. "Yeah, that felt nice," he sighed contentedly.

"I can see you enjoyed yourself," Ziggs nodded in the direction of the other yordle's erect penis. The tan-furred yordle was on his hands and knees cleaning up the mess they made earlier, the laundry basket beside him was filled with cum-soaked towels.

"Heh," Rumble chortled, "did some poses in the mirror. The thing's too small for me now, not nearly wide enough to contain all this bulk." He grabbed a hold of one of his mighty pectorals and squeezed, his other hand gently stroking the length of his dick. "Had a little fun while I was in there, too," he suddenly looked skittish as he turned his body to face the interior of the washroom. "Uh, maybe a bit too much fun."

Ziggs cocked a brow. "What happened?"

"Don't be angry, but I, uh," Rumble nervously chuckled, "kinda sorta busted the shower frame." He clenched his teeth in anticipation of Ziggs' response.

"What?!" Ziggs bolted upright with a sense of speed that belied the heaviness of his body.

"Yeah. I'm surprised you didn't hear it."

"I stepped outside momentarily, it must've happened then." He held up his hands in front of his body. "Tell me you're alright."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm okay," Rumble reassured his boyfriend, "maybe a little sore, though." He grasped his cannonball-like shoulder and rotated it slowly. "I might've pulled something. I grabbed the thing before it hit the ground, way faster than I thought I would."

"So no shattered glass?"

"Glass is intact, but the frame itself is bent to shit." Rumble shook his head. "It's not gonna fit back in there, however, the metal can be salvaged."

"It's something, I guess..." Ziggs rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Honestly, it's not the worst thing in the world that this happened." Rumble offered, trying to show Ziggs a silver lining to the situation. "Since we're basically renovating everything else, we can do the same with the bathroom as well. We can make it more accommodating for our size, get some nicer looking tiles in there-"

Ziggs snickered. "You've been wanting to retile the washroom for ages now," he crossed his arms over his barrel chest. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you broke it on purpose."

"Listen," Rumble chuckled, "if I genuinely wanted it replaced, I'd have broken it from the start." The fact that he did it by accident was intriguing to him. If he were to put his mind to something, what would he be able to accomplish? "You know, I seriously think we should consider building additions onto the house. That way we can actually have rooms that are... well, roomy, for lack of a better word."

"That's gonna be a lot of work," Ziggs sighed, "but I agree that we should probably think about it. It'd be nice to have an actual workshop for each of us, not to mention a room that we can fool around in that won't result in every fabric we own getting soaked."

"Hey, now you're talking! This can be our project over the next little while."

"Yeah, I think this could actually be fun!" Ziggs beamed. "Say, how'd you even break the shower frame?"

"Oh, lemme show you. So I'm doing my thing, and I go to turn to wash my traps." The way he angled himself showed off his delightfully ample rear. It was truly a sight to behold. "Well, these things," he groped his stuffed pecs, "ended up being pressed against the glass. Next thing I knew, the whole damn thing popped out of the wall."

"Well, demolition should be incredibly easy with wrecking balls like that." Ziggs teased.

"I'd say you might do a better job than me. With how hefty yours are, they'd pack a greater punch than mine!" He padded over to where Ziggs was standing in the bedroom. "So what have you been doing?"

"Eh, just cleaning up our fun from earlier. I'm basically finished and was about to take these to get washed." He motioned to the towels in the laundry basket before noticing the one in the other yordle's hands. "Oh, are you done with yours?"

"Yeah," Rumble wadded the towel into a ball and gently overhand tossed it into the pile. "Ey, three points!"

Ziggs scoffed. "With how close you were standing to the net? That's only two, I'm afraid." He glanced at the towels before chuckling. "You know, one whiff of that basket and anyone could easily guess what we got up to."

A mischievous grin crossed Rumble's face. "I bet we could sell these to the right people for a lot of money."

"And lose our only method of cleaning our spooge up?" Ziggs peered at Rumble. "I don't think so."

"It can be like an exchange program. Someone could bring in a clean towel and, after paying, they'd leave with one caked in our sweat and cum." Rumble snapped his fingers, clearly remembering something he was going to ask. "Say, were you able to wash all your musk off? I thought I did a good job, but I wasn't able to get it all off." He brought one of his arms to flex and sniffed the bicep peak. "It's faint, but noticeable."

"Nah, I couldn't. I thoroughly scrubbed every inch of my body that I could reach, but the scent still lingered." Ziggs shrugged his boulder shoulders. "I think that's just something we'll have to deal with."

"Heh, well it's not that big of a deal for me," Rumble dug his nose into the chest fluff stuck between his gigantic pecs. "I honestly love how I smell."

"I can tell," Ziggs guffawed, "you've gotten off on it a couple times now."

"I bet if we could get reacquainted with polite yordle society, we could get other people getting off on it too." He lifted one of his powerful arms, revealing his furry, blue armpit. "Think how much we could charge people to lick our pits clean after sex."

All Ziggs could do was laugh at the proposition. "You've got some of the strangest ideas I've ever heard."

"I'd call it a mind for business," Rumble wore a self-satisfied look on his face.

Just then, the two of them heard a frantic, rhythmic pounding on the door. Ziggs nearly jumped out of his skin. "Fuck me!" He clutched his chest, his heart beating a mile a minute. "Who the hell could that be?"

"I don't know," Rumble turned his body to where the banging was coming from, "I was thinking you were expecting someone."

"Not me! I thought the same as you."

"Whoever it is, they sound like they're in trouble." Rumble plodded his way to the door, looking through the peephole to see who it was. "It's Teemo, and he looks freaked out."

"Well let him in, then," Ziggs had made his way to the kitchen, standing behind the kitchen table.

Rumble opened the door, the force Teemo applied against it caused him to fall onto the floor. "Hey, are you alright? What's going on?" He bent down to help the cream-furred yordle onto his feet after shutting the door.

"I have a huge problem," Teemo panted, very nearly out of breath. The way his fur was sweat matted it looked like he ran his way over there. "Well, it isn't now, but it will be soon."

"Okay, calm down," Ziggs rounded the table, placing his hand on Teemo's shoulder in reassurance. "Tell us everything that happened."

"I just..." The exhausted yordle could barely form together a coherent description of events. "Just look!" He lifted up his shirt, revealing a set of taut, defined abs.

"You've... been working out?" Rumble asked with an air of uncertainty, leaning against the table on one beefy arm.

"Hey, all that walking has really paid off!" Ziggs beamed.

"Veigar said the same thing..." Teemo sighed in exasperation, letting his shirt drop. "No, they weren't like this until recently!"

"I don't think I follow, then." Rumble tried to put the pieces together but couldn't get what Teemo was getting at. It was only after a sudden, horrified gasp from Ziggs did it finally click for him, bolting upright from the realization. "No way!"

"Yes!" Relief washed over Teemo as his friends finally understood his concern.

Ziggs grabbed the top of his head in panic. "It's contagious?"

"We had no idea..." Rumble caught his face with his hands. "We are so, so sorry, Teemo."

"That's only half the issue." Teemo reluctantly mentioned.

"Wait, there's more?" Ziggs inquired, a worried look on his face.

"I've been..." Teemo grabbed the hat on his head and covered his face with it in embarrassment. "Intimate with other people." A wave of shame washed over him.

"Shit!" Ziggs exclaimed at the revelation. This rapidly got out of hand.

Rumble took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Okay, tell us who exactly you've fucked."

Teemo placed his hat on the table. "Well, there was Veigar..."

Ziggs eyes lit up. "Oh, that's actually not that bad. He tends to keep to himself, so this works out in our favour."

Teemo took a deep breath and clenched his eyes shut. He knew exactly how the other two would react to his addendum. "...And Kled."

***

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The harmonious tranquility of Ionia was a welcome reprieve to the chaotic nature of the rest of Runeterra, the mystical essence of the nation provided a calmness unmatched by any other region in the world. The flora and fauna present are some of the most unique and bizarre that one might ever see, should they get the opportunity to visit.

That isn't to say everything is as calm as it might appear. Years of brutal warfare at the hands of Noxus spread turmoil throughout the nation, causing a rift in the leadership which may very well be irreparable. Those like the ultra-nationalist Navori Brotherhood, who splintered from the initial resistance against the invasion of the archipelago, call for a militarization of the land's magic to take vengeance on Noxus, while others, like the Kinkou Order, prefer the traditional pacifism they've practiced for so long.

One such Kinkou member is Kennen, the only yordle affiliated with the Order of ninjas. When not protecting his homelands from threats both material and spiritual, he can be found meditating, as he currently is. Engulfed in pure ataraxia, he sat motionless on a large flat rock, clad in his purple ninja attire, cross-legged with his hands resting on his thighs. He's entirely at ease with the world around him.

A rustling in the bush can be heard nearby, followed by a multitude of swear words as a figure stumbled through the foliage. Kled brushed the leaves of some plant he didn't care to learn the name of off his armour as he pushed on forward, venturing further into the island nation than he ever had before. Normally he'd be miserable from being on his feet for so long, but he felt a vigour course through him that he hadn't experienced since his youth.

Kennen was completely oblivious to the intrusion of his tranquility, his composure unwavering to what should arouse him from his spiritual contemplation.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kled spied the cream-furred yordle apoplectic in the midst of the Ionian jungle, just the person he was looking for. "Hey, Kennen." Kled called out, not getting an answer. He figured the other yordle just didn't hear him. "Hey!" He cupped his hands to his mouth in attempt to project his voice more, but to no avail, he perceived, as Kennen remained resolutely still.

Kled's shouting, for what it's worth, was effective in disrupting Kennen's serenity, as the ninja felt his concentration waver slightly. Nevertheless, he kept his breathing steady and proceeded to block out all distractions again.

Kled pouted somewhat, seeing that his attempt to get the other yordle's attention failed. He quickly searched around for something that could help and came up short, until he noticed a small pebble on the ground. Picking it up and aiming it, he hurled it toward his target, smacking Kennen on one of his temples.

While he didn't move from the spot he was sitting, Kennen wasn't as stoic as he thought as his visibly soured expression was present on his face.

"Ha! I knew ya could hear me," Kled ambled over to the rock the other yordle was sitting on.

"I'm busy," Kennen scowled, not opening his eyes to his uninvited guest.

Kled cocked his head in confusion. "Ya look like yer just sitting there."

"Correct," Kennen scrunched up his face, "I was deep in the midst of meditation, so if you'll excuse me-"

"Nah, that's okay, I'll just wait 'til yer done." Kled leaned against one of the many trees in the area.

Kennen groaned, he knew that if Kled wanted something, he wasn't going to stop until he got it. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was just out inspecting my lands when-"

"These aren't your lands!" Kennen spat out, glaring at the other yordle.

"Semantics, whatever," Kled waved off the ninja yordle's concerns. "Anyway, I was just strolling on by and I happened ta see you here, so I thought I'd say 'hi'."

"You came all this way just to say 'hello'?" Kennen was quizzical, the trip from the Noxian Plains to Ionia is a long one, the other yordle had to be up to something.

"Okay, that ain't the only reason," Kled forced himself to keep up his faux-friendly appearance, he was so close to getting what he wanted. "I was wondering if I could ask a favour of ya."

Kennen immediately knew what this meant. "Absolutely not. You said the last time was _the_last time."

"'Last' makes it seem so...final"

"That's the idea, yes," Kennen forcefully exhaled, he was getting tired of this.

Kled finally dropped the act, this was slowly becoming far too much effort on his part. "Are ya serious right now?"

"Kled, I'm not having sex with you," Kennen clenched his fists in frustration. "You shouldn't even be here."

"Well, we ain't gotta do that, exactly. I won't complain."

Kennen caught his face with his hands, he knew that this conversation could last for hours if he let it. "You aren't going to leave until you've had your fun, are you?"

"Absolutely not!" Kled impishly chuckled, he could feel his chub expanding down his pant leg.

Kennen groaned as he hid his face in his legs, using his hands to force himself into as much of a ball as possible. He had contemplated going somewhere else to meditate at the start of the day but decided against it at the last minute to go to the rock he always went to. It's a shame, the brook was babbling nice today. "Alright, fine," he sighed defeatedly, "let's get this over with."

"Hell yeah! You ain't gonna regret this," Kled pumped his fist in the air before quickly stripping out of his clothes, discarding them in a messy pile around him. "I even started bathing once a week, just like ya told me to!"

Kennen rolled his eyes as he gingerly removed his outfit. "I said you should bathe daily."

"Ah well, baby steps, right?" Kled stood there, naked as the day he born, all horned up and looking for action. "So ya gonna hurry up or what?"

"These are very delicate threads that are of the utmost importance. They require care when handling," Kennen retorted. "What did you even have in mind, anyway?"

Kled tapped his chin as if he were in thought. "I was thinking we try something where we both simultaneously give and receive. I know you folks out here ain't the most sexually active, so lemme just-"

"I know what a sixty-nine is, Kled." Kennen brusquely retorted.

"Heh," Kled chuckled deviously, rubbing his hands over his tight, washboard abs, "you ain't as straitlaced as I thought you was." Spying Kennen's flaccid member, he made his way over to the other yordle. "Any reason yer not ready yet?"

"I am! It's just-"

"Hang on, I got it." Kled grabbed the cream-furred yordle's dick and fondled it. He used both hands to rub all over the Kennen's rod, feeling the now rigid length, the sensitive glans, even making sure to give attention to the pent up furry ballsac. Kennen was at the mercy of the other yordle, whimpering as a shiver raced up his spine. He had to give it to Kled, he was a master at handling another person's body. "Now yer ready!"

"Uh, thanks..." Kennen mumbled, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks. "So, um, are we just going to do it here, or..."

"Hmm," Kled scanned the area before settling on an ideal location. "Why don't we use that rock of yers? I'm thinking it'd be a tad nicer than the ground."

"No, we can't! It's, uh, really sacred and stuff!" Kennen tried to brainstorm as many excuses as possible as to why they can't do anything on his meditation stone, when in reality it was just because he didn't want it smelling like yordle funk. Unfortunately, it was to no avail as the other yordle was already clambering onto it.

Kled shook his head slightly as he got comfortably nestled into position on his back, his ponytail barely whipping the sides of his face. With his legs splayed out and dick standing straight up, he was raring to go, but wasn't feeling the other yordle on top of him yet. He tilted his head up to see what the big deal was and noticed Kennen just standing there with his arm curled around his torso. "Are ya gonna come over here on yer own, or do I hafta drag ya?"

"I'm coming..." Kennen nervously sighed. This wasn't high on his list of things to do today, or ever if he's being honest.

"Heh, I sure hope not," Kled snickered as he rested his head back on the rock. He was already reminiscing about the last time he got to suck off the other yordle and the salty taste of his sperm. Kled had best be careful not to shoot his load early, if the rivulets of pre running down his shaft were any indication of his level of arousal.

Kennen carefully arranged himself over Kled, nimbly finding purchase on the rock with his hands and feet. His face was precariously close to the white-furred yordle's prick, the heady scent it gave off imprinted into his nose. He hated to admit it, but Kled's musk was making him harder than he has been in a long while, though that may also be because he tends not to do anything sexual with anyone unless they're also a yordle. The last few months have been a dry season for him. "A-Are you okay back there?" He gulped, uncertain of what he got himself into.

"More than okay!" Kled hooted, grabbing a hold of Kennen's rear end. Copping a feel of Kennen's pert cheeks made it clear to Kled that the man knew how to take care of his body, it took a lot of discipline to remain that lean. He hastily pulled the yordle's pelvis towards his face, engulfing the entire dick in his mouth in one fell swoop. The sudden gasp he heard from the person above him made him know that he was doing more than a good job.

"Shiiiit," Kennen convulsed so much from the abrupt stimulation that his arms nearly buckled. He licked his lips after his mouth contacted Kled's drooling dick, the slimy texture off-putting, but alluring. He huffed, as anxious as he was, he knew it was now or never at this point. He slowly, but surely, took Kled's dick into his maw, taking it all the way down to the base on his first try. A satisfied, if gregarious, moan escaped past the lips of the other yordle, meaning Kennen was doing everything he needed to do to make Kled happy.

Kled moved a hand to Kennen's testicles, a quick squeeze elicited a squeal from the ninja yordle. Kennen retaliated by lightly rubbing his hands along Kled's thighs, inducing a sharp inhale from the electrical impulses that were shot through his body. Kled then rubbed along Kennen's taint, causing him to spasm and nearly choke on the dick in his mouth, while Kennen reciprocated by grazing his teeth along the length of Kled's shaft, making him snort around the cock currently stuffing his face.

The two of them went back and forth for several minutes, fondling and teasing each other until they could both feel themselves slowing down. The both of them were now panting as much as they were able to, both barely able to keep the floodgates shut. It was almost a contest to see who would cum first, until Kennen shuddered and cried out as the dam burst.

The cream-furred yordle felt his legs collapse from the release, his crotch mashing into the face of the yordle below him. Kled didn't mind, of course, in fact, he encouraged it! He loved it when someone would just get right up in his business and let him have it, plus the musky scent of the other yordle's pelvis was always something he was after. It wasn't long before Kennen's shots turned into a trickle, meaning that Kled had the spotlight all to himself.

The warrior yordle bucked his hips to meet the Kennen's mouth, the ninja surprised at the sudden movement. He was even more surprised at the amount of seed currently being unloaded into his throat. It was the most Kled had ever unleashed with him around, that's for sure. It may not have been all that impressive for some other species, but it was intense for a yordle. Kennen couldn't handle all of it and started sputtering while pushing himself off of the rock, wiping the excess jizz off of his face.

"Oh yeah," Kled practically melted to the spot he was laying on. He was more than content to just lay there forever, but he wanted to see what his partner was up to. He lifted his head up slightly and watched as the other yordle was gathering his clothes. "Hey, what're ya doing?"

"Leaving," Kennen tersely stated. "Goodbye."

Kled wasn't about to chase off after the other yordle, he'd much rather lay his head back down, stay put on the rock, and just bask in his afterglow. He could feel the warmth envelop him all over, reminding him of a blanket covering his body. Man, he just keeps feeling better and better every time he cums! Would it always be like this? Maybe he should try it out again. He wondered who else he could find around these parts.

***

Rumble covered his face with his hands. "We're fucked."

Ziggs was aghast. "Teemo, you did not!"

The cream-furred yordle instinctively crouched at the response, shrinking his stature slightly. His body turned away from the others on its own in an attempt to shield himself from their criticism. "I did... I'm sorry! He always wants to whenever he sees me, and he doesn't take no for an answer."

"This is really, really bad." Ziggs rubbed his forehead.

Rumble gripped Ziggs' shoulders, panic in his eyes as their gazes met. "What the hell do we do?"

Ziggs was at a complete loss for words. "I don't know..." He looked at the floor, trying to collect his thoughts. "Our best course of action would be to try and confront him, but I don't know where the hell he is right now."

"He's out 'surveying his land'," Teemo pulled himself up using the table. "I'm told he could be anywhere in Runeterra right now."

"On the mainland, right?" Rumble's expression turned hopeful.

"No," Teemo corrected, "literally anywhere in the world."

Rumble took a seat, throwing his arms in the air in defeat as he leaned back. "So we're screwed then?"

"Not necessarily," Ziggs held his hand up to his chin in thought. "The majority of 'his property' is on the mainland, plus that's where he lives. All we have to do is catch him at a time when he's there. Should be easy enough, I think."

"Oh yes, because he's the thoughtful type of person who would conveniently leave out a schedule so that everyone else can see where he will be that week." Rumble's words oozed with sarcasm. His head rested on his hand, supported by his arm leaning on the table. "Give your head a shake, we gotta get lucky."

"I don't think we need to factor in luck, per se," Teemo rebutted, "Ziggs makes a fair point. I have a general idea of when he'd be back. He doesn't like being away from home for very long."

"Okay," Rumble bolted upright, "okay! That's actually great news. So how long is 'long'?"

Teemo bit his lower lip, Rumble won't like his answer. "Up to a couple days."