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A sudden wind whipped through the canopy of trees that Teemo was using for cover, slightly losing his balance before finding a jagged piece of bark to hold onto. He'd been tailing his latest mark for the better part of an hour to see where they were going as their location was of the utmost important to his city; well, the citizens of Bandle City didn't know that yet as he hadn't shared the information with the rest of them, but if he did his job perfectly then they'd have no reason to know about the stranger.

Whoever this person was, they were smart as they kept their identity hidden with a night-black cloak and an expressionless mask, yet that was still enough to keep them identifiable to Teemo. As such, he kept to the treetops to conceal his presence, knowing that the leaves had been rustling due to the breeze all day.

Deftly, Teemo jumped from one branch to another as he kept track of the person. The cream-furred yordle felt a bit of a kinship between himself and the stranger as he also kept his physical features hidden while working. A gasmask kept his face obscured while the attached breathing apparatus warped his voice. He felt prepared to tackle anything with both his dark-coloured utility vest and belt, while his pants offered him supreme flexibility when it came to pursuing a target. A pair of open-fingered gloves protected his hands during work, especially at times like this. His ensemble was completed by a literal cloak and dagger though without any of the melodrama.

His mark seemed to be faster than he anticipated. With haste, he leapt through the bushy treetops with the explicit intention of keeping up with the strange person. It didn't seem like he'd been spotted in his high vantage point, although the figure moved like he had. It left him no choice but to move faster.

Quicker and quicker his feet went as he raced from branch to branch. Time felt like it had slowed down, his perception of the world around him a blur. He moved with such grace that he was in no danger of slipping, not even the loose collection of twigs and leaves in his face could slow him down. His target wasn't about to get away that easily.

A crack was the last thing that Teemo heard before he felt his footing fall out from beneath him, sending him hurtling to the forest floor below.

***

Teemo had no idea of how much time had passed before he came to. His body was wracked with pain from his plummet, and he was only able to vocalize his discomfort with a series of weak groans.

It took him several minutes of trying before he was able to push himself up off of the muddy ground, though he only managed to get as far as propping himself on an elbow before he needed to stop again. Enough energy returned to him that he was able to assess the full nature of his injuries with a thorough examination. Did he break a bone? Miraculously, no. Did he bruise himself? Likely from head to toe.

Teemo groaned loudly as he struggled to get upright. The soreness was immeasurable, but he was happy to still be alive. Well, that was until he nearly crumpled over from the intense vertigo brought upon by the massive disequilibrium in his head. It took him another few moments still before he regained enough of his bearings to stay on his feet.

The first thing that he noticed on the ground was the branch that he distinctly remembered stepping on. It looked sturdy when he held it in his hand, but a comprehensive check revealed that the wood was partially rotted where it was attached to the tree. Anything would have snapped it.

With a defeated sigh, he removed his mask, able to smell the natural forest air for the first time since he got there. It was that coupled with the lack of discernible sounds around him that gave him a sense of peace that he relished. He'd never just relaxed for the sake of it in an environment like this before, always too busy with his work to even-

"Oh shit!" He gasped, his heart nearly skipping a beat. It was at that exact moment that he remembered that he was in the midst of tracking someone when he fell. Suddenly everything began rushing back into his head, the anxiety that his mark got away overtaking him and causing him to clutch his chest. His breathing grew erratic, his eyesight going blurry until a few rapid blinks brought it back. This had never happened to him before!

Teemo was not one to take failure lightly, especially from himself. Yet, he had no choice here; what's done is done. The strange person was long gone by now, though he vowed to get them next time.

The only thing left for him to do now was to head home, unfortunately. He didn't like to leave his scouting when it wasn't completed, but there was no reason to still be out here. Besides, the idea of getting a nice meal in his belly didn't sound too bad, not to mention a shower would be wonderful to get the dirt and grime off of him. His bed certainly beat the leaf-littered ground in terms of comfort. "Home it is."

***

The trek back to Bandle City wasn't a particularly grueling one, but with how sore Teemo felt it seemed a whole lot farther than it actually was. He managed to slough most of the mud off of his clothes that he could see, though he wasn't fortunate enough to remove it all; a good wash will take care of that.

While yordles normally strolled through the magic-filled glade, there didn't seem to be a whole lot around as he made his way through. Perhaps that was for the best as he didn't care to talk with anyone.

"Well, look who's back early!" Teemo froze when he heard a voice call from behind him somewhere; it was the absolute last person that he wanted to talk to right now.

Leaning against a stack of crates was Teido, the scout's perennial annoyance. The black-and-tan-furred yordle was practically the antithesis of the other - he wasn't the adventurous type as he preferred to stay in the safety of the yordlelands rather than explore the rest of the world; he didn't even feel like he had anyone to impress, so he was always dressed casually in a t-shirt and a pair of pants; hell, he even had a tail, one that was curled like a cinnamon roll. "I take it your mission didn't go the way you wanted it to." His smarmy expression never wavered.

"No, it didn't." Teemo was unimpressed with the other yordle's antics. He didn't have time for this.

Teido smirked when he got a good look at the scout, noting the mud covering one side of his clothing. "Ooh, did ya have a nice trip?"

As much as Teemo wanted to snap back at the guy, he felt like doing so would be a colossal waste of effort. He took a deep breath to calm himself down instead. "I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response."

"What, you don't wanna stick around and chat?" Teido feigned being hurt; he knew it got under the other yordle's skin.

Teemo rolled his eyes. "I might if I'd be talking to anyone else but you." He had decided that he'd had enough and opted to remove himself from the situation by heading home again.

"You wound me, sir." Teido snickered. "I suppose I'll talk to you later then, hmm?"

Teemo didn't acknowledge the question and kept walking.

***

The evening went far more smoothly for Teemo once he did actually get to eat and shower; the combination of having a full belly and feeling clean did wonders to lighten his mood, though all wasn't well with him.

He still felt awful that his mark got away from him even though he couldn't have predicted the event that led to that moment. Stress surged through him like his blood did whenever his heart raced, and it was coupled with the fact that he was sore from his earlier fall. With how exhausted he felt, sleep would do him a lot of good.

After changing into something more comfortable, Teemo made an immediate beeline for his bed. He didn't even have to pull the sheets over himself in order to feel comfortable, just his body merely contacting the soft mattress was enough to have him sighing in relief. It felt as if he hadn't slept in ages.

The only thing to do now was to try and doze off, which admittedly wasn't difficult to accomplish. The lack of daylight pouring through his windows signaled to his body that it was solidly nighttime. He yawned as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until, finally, he could no longer keep them open.

He'll feel better in the morning; at least, he hoped he would.

***

Morning came faster than Teemo initially expected. He awoke with a refreshed yawn and was ready to start the day, only to stop when he realized that he didn't feel quite right. He slept for a long enough period of time to properly rest his body, yes, but there was a persistent pain that dully throbbed from his core to his extremities. This wasn't a soreness like he felt the day before, oh no. His bones positively ached and for no apparent reason. He felt otherwise healthy, so maybe it had to do with his fall yesterday? He honestly had no clue.

Despite that, he knew that he still had a whole day planned ahead of him and that he couldn't just stay in bed for as long as he wanted to. He rolled the covers off and swung his legs around, feet contacting the alarming cool floor. The sudden shock made him remember that he left his slippers in the washroom.

Taking the hour after waking up to get ready, Teemo was primed to tackle his errands and whatever else the day was willing to throw his way. Nevertheless, his soreness continued, but what could be causing it?

Anytime he felt like this, he always tried to narrow down the cause on his own. The most obvious explanation was the drop that he experienced the day before, but whatever had discomforted him previously had been alleviated for some unknown reason; it was only his joints that ached now. This led him to thinking that he maybe had an illness of sorts, but something like that came with a whole host of symptoms that would make that make sense. This served to stress him further.

"Alright, stop worrying about it." Teemo told himself. "Just walk it off and you'll be fine when you get home." He always prided himself on his positive attitude as it had served him well in the past.

It was only then he stopped when he got a quick glance of his arm. Unbeknownst to him, the limb had grown thicker seemingly overnight. Now, it wasn't anywhere near the degree of size that other yordles had attained before, but it was a hell of a lot bigger than it was yesterday.

That was when Teemo noticed that the rest of his body had followed suit and grown more defined as well. There were several instances where he was naked that morning; had he just not observed these changes at all? He must've really been on autopilot if he was only seeing these differences for the first time now.

He prodded one of his biceps, a curious chuckle escaping his mouth when he felt how firm it was. "Huh, I guess I wasn't lying to people when I said that scouting does a body good."

Whatever the cause may be, Teemo could handle this. He was a scout, after all, which meant that he could deal with any challenge that was thrown his way! He may not have been the swolest scout around, but he was more than okay with letting someone else have that title.

But who had time to compare? Certainly not him, he had groceries to buy.

***

"What a day." Teemo huffed as he schlepped the several paper bags of goods inside his house. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but his increased strength definitely helped him haul this load from the general store all the way home. It wasn't often that he let his supplies dwindle that much, but maybe it won't be such an issue in the future.

He kicked the door closed behind him as he placed the bags of groceries down on the nearby table, allowing him the opportunity to ruffle the collar of his shirt with a hand in order to let some air flow down his torso. It was a scorcher outside if the sweat stains on his t-shirt were any indication.

Despite normally showering once a day, Teemo felt it to be necessary to have another one for the sake of feeling clean again. His smell was likely stronger than he was.

Undressing in the washroom did give him the opportunity to have a look over himself, which was perfect as the water had to warm up anyway. Yeah, it was abundantly obvious now that he'd gained muscle mass, though where did it all come from? The answer still eluded him.

Whatever the case may be, he always felt good after a wash. It felt especially pleasant as he worked soap all through his bodily fur, taking extra care to massage his sore muscles from all the heavy lifting they did that day. It was an absolutely sensual experience, if not a tad strange from the addition of the bulk he'd never previously had. He surprisingly didn't hate the feeling and kept going until he was satisfied with his hygiene.

One thing that did strike Teemo as peculiar was that he didn't feel particularly hungry. He chalked it up to having eaten a large breakfast, but his body felt pretty tired, and it made him think that the sleepiness overrode his need to be fed. He wasn't about to argue with that.

Stifling a yawn, he made his way over to his bed and slipped into his pajamas, groaning in relief when let himself flop onto his soft bed. "What a weird day." He mumbled to himself as he got comfortable. The soreness in his joints was still present, but it got him wondering if a good night's sleep would take care of it like it did with his previous pains. There was only one way to find out.

With one last yawn, Teemo passed out.

***

The following day was less kind to him. He awoke to a pounding headache that pulsed through his skull not unlike a drill boring through wood. It startled him, his heart rate escalating at the realization that he was feeling significantly worse than the day before. He wasn't sure what was causing this, but he knew that he had pain medication in his washroom's vanity cabinet.

Teemo knew that it was crucial that he hurry to his bathroom as quickly as his short legs would take him, but it wouldn't have mattered how long he needed as one glance in the mirror was enough to make him forget all about why he entered the room in the first place.

The yordle in the reflective glass staring back at him was massive. He was in disbelief upon seeing this, but a look down revealed that his mirror was working as intended.

There, in front of Teemo's own nose, were his pectorals, which were now protruding out significantly farther than ever before. A simple grasp of his chest indicated that, yes, this really was him and that he wasn't dreaming right now.

That wasn't even the end of it, either. His arms, too, suffered the same fate, having ballooned up with sinewy bulk. The way his tricep flared out when he flexed one of his cream-furred limbs was shocking to him, as not even the biggest of yordles could claim to have measurements this large.

It was only then that he noticed the reason why these muscles were so visible to him all of a sudden - his body was now too big for his clothes and had started growing out of them.

Indeed, Teemo's traps had stretched the collar out to allow his thickened neck room to spread out, much like how a tear down the front of the shirt caused by his burgeoning lats provided a delicious view of his cobblestone abs. It would've been the first time that his abdominals had ever been this strikingly discernable.

His pants fared no better, as his expanding legs needed more space than what the fabric could provide. The seams running down the pant leg had ripped overnight, showing off his now-godly quads. It felt unreal that limbs that potentially might be thicker than another yordle's waist belonged to him. They tapered down to his calves, and while they might not be nearly as impressive as the top half of his legs, they were no slouches in their own right and looked just as chiseled as the rest of his musculature.

Then there was his ass, which had bloated up along with the rest of him. He never really had a need for a rear end so bulgy before, but he now possessed one whether he wanted to or not. Cupping his hands over them displayed just how powerful they were, likely able to crush a small fruit with a single flex should he somehow find himself in a situation like that.

And then finally was Teemo's package. For some reason this also grew in sync with his body, but of all the changes that he'd seen thus far, this was the one that he was least upset about. His genitals had swollen immensely, to the point where the basket of his pants couldn't contain all the phallic mass anymore and had unzipped itself.

It was as if the comprehension of his enlarged cock and balls brought upon his arousal, only far more intense than he'd ever experienced before. Easing his pain was pushed to the back of his brain as his body was interested in relieving his pent-up sexual tension instead.

Teemo thought it was bizarre at how much he needed - no, craved - this. He'd never felt so horny in his life but wasn't about to let pondering get in the way of taking care of his heightened urges.

The various tears in his attire made it easy for him to rip the fabric right off of his body in one swift motion. It genuinely surprised him how effortless it was to shred his clothing asunder, but he rationalized it with how big he'd gotten.

Teemo's boxers were now the only thing keeping him from being indecent, but the tent that his fat prick made was doing a great job of changing that. The underwear might've had more give than the rest of his garments, but one tug was all it took to turn it into a pile of cloth like everything else. The act gave him a weird sense of pride in that he was able to do something that he wouldn't have before.

His turgid endowment now stood tall and proud, a testament to yordle virility with how its tip oozed translucent preseed in rivulets down the veiny shaft. It throbbed in sync with his heartbeat, begging to be touched. He obliged.

With one hand grasped onto his enlarged cock, Teemo stroked himself for the first time since growing. The sensation was intense, euphoria shooting through him like he'd never felt before. He had no idea that he'd end up this sensitive as his body looked as built as a statue carved from marble by the finest sculptor in all the lands. The overwhelming feeling invited him to explore the rest of himself, to see what this kind of physique was really like.

His free hand slithered up his torso until it found purchase on one of his thick nipples. Just the sensation alone was enough to coax a moan out of his mouth, but he didn't stop there. He gave it a firm squeeze, which caused a larger dribble of pre to drool from his dick. It all felt too good; he needed more.

Teemo quickened the pace of the hand on his cock, feeling it slicken with precum until his entire yordlehood had been covered. His chest heaved as he gasped, not used to the sheer amount of nerves he was activating all at once. It was sublime, and he wanted more. One hand squeezed his fuckmeat tighter to offer more resistance, while the other squeezed his nipple harder to stimulate him further. The double dose of stimulation only strengthened his resolve to cum.

More and more he bobbed his hand along his thickened shaft, feeling the pulsating veins feeding his engorged length with nutritious blood. His own musk had saturated the air around him, allowing him to breathe in nothing but his own masculine essence. It was almost too much for him to handle.

That was the moment when Teemo felt his balls pull up to his groin, and with a loud cry he splattered his man juices all over the vanity. It was as if a firehose had blasted cum all over one side of his washroom, far more than any one yordle was certainly capable of! It was exhilarating, it was vivid, it was-

"The worst possible thing..." Teemo shuddered, quickly coming down from his sexual high. It was only then that he'd taken stock of the situation and became disgusted at how easily he gave into his urges.

This was all wrong; how could this be happening to him? What was the cause? And why him?

He could still see his face in the mirror through the splotches of his spunk that were trailing down the reflective surface. He stared at his reflection, noting how his eyes were bloodshot. Was that because of his miserable sleep or from something else entirely?

Whatever was going on, Teemo knew that he had to clean up his mess, both all over his vanity and himself. It disturbed him just how prolific his output was, as well as how quickly all the towels used to wipe up the wall got soaked with his seed. At least taking care of himself would be way less painless.

The shower felt like heaven after all that, with the cascading water doing wonders to soothe his heated muscles. Even then, his somber expression wouldn't change. This shouldn't have happened at all.

Breakfast was another ordeal in and of itself. Teemo discovered that he needed a lot more food in order to sustain himself now that he possessed more than twice as much mass as he used to. He spent a good chunk of the morning preparing various different dishes with the ingredients that he had on hand, but no matter how good it all tasted or how filling it ended up being, it worried him this was what he had to do now to sate himself. This brought more stress onto him.

The next problem he faced was what he could even possibly wear at this point. Any of his shirts were likely to be as tight as the one he fell asleep in, and any pants he tried on would just burst from not being able to contain his incredible bulk. All hope was lost until he stumbled across his recon gear. He knew that the material had some stretch to it, perhaps it was enough to keep him clothed?

Thankfully, Teemo discovered that the answer to that question was 'yes', though celebrations were put on hold when he saw how strained the fabric was. Both his top and bottoms looked practically painted on overtop his tremendous muscles, but it'd have to do. He just hoped that no one would be around to see the massive bulge that he now sported.

The best part of living outside of the city centre was that he didn't have to run into many people if he didn't want to. The worst part was that there was still a chance to, which was the last thing that he wanted right now.

But Teemo felt like he could put that out of his mind for the time being. As he was dressed for the part, he figured that he could run another mission that day and headed out. He knew that there was a chance to-

A sudden wolf whistle broke him out of his concentration. "Well now, this certainly wasn't something I expected to see!" Teido smirked, leaning against a tree out of the other yordle's vision.

Teemo's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. This was literally the worst possible person for him to run into right now.

"Wow, is that all real?" Teido chuckled, sauntering over to the swole scout. "You gotta tell me your routine." He traced a claw along the curvature of the other yordle's bulging bicep.

"I'm not in the mood, Teido." Teemo swatted the black-and-tan-furred hand away. He could feel his frustration well up inside him at the uninvited attention.

Teido, on the other hand, didn't seem to either notice or care that his words were rubbing the scout the wrong way, opting to continue his ribbing instead. "Perhaps I might even be so lucky as to be shown in private." He whispered lasciviously to the other yordle, completely missing the visceral physical reaction to his teasing.

"I said I'm not in the fucking mood!" Teemo snapped, his breathing intensified as a result of his heightened heart rate. His face contorted into an angry sneer as his body tensed up due to his rising stress levels, bulging muscles straining the fabric constricting them.

Teido was taken aback by the display, not anticipating the backlash in the slightest. "Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." He watched as the scout lumbered in the direction of the forest, fists still clenched. "What's gotten into him?"

***

To say that Teemo's mission was an unmitigated disaster would be an understatement. The poor scout felt defeated as he trudged through the door. He attempted to stick to the treetops like he normally did, and while scaling trees was a breeze now that he had so much upper-body strength, his increased weight kept him from going anywhere as he broke every branch that he tried standing on.

Then there was the issue of him still growing. He'd thought that any expansion that his body might experience would happen solely at night, but he was quickly proven wrong as his recon gear had begun to tear trying to contain his burgeoning bulk. His sleeves, collar, back, and legs now sported rips that had themselves grown over the course of the day. One wrong move and it would all be shredded to bits.

It turned out that that would be a much harder task to accomplish than Teemo initially expected. All it took was him bending over to untie his boots for the room to be suddenly filled with a symphony of splitting fabric.

He froze when he saw strips of material gather on the floor by his feet, notifying him that his most accommodating attire was now rendered useless. Frustration shot through him once more.

Teemo dejectedly sighed, removing the remnants of his clothing before gathering the other scraps and disposing of them. Were his cloak more affixed to his body, then it, too, would also be joining the rest of his garments in the trash.

With a huff, he shuffled back to his bedroom, not even wanting to bother with making dinner. His headache had returned in full force, perhaps even stronger than before, much to his dismay. He palmed his face after taking a seat on his bed. Truth be told, he was fast becoming scared of what was happening to him, unsure of how far this was going to go.

Teemo's mind raced with thoughts, but none of them seemed to make sense to him. Not a single one connected with any other idea to create something coherent. He felt like a complete mess. One doesn't just magically gain enough muscle mass to be able to uproot a tree just out of nowhere, right?

He wished for this to be over and hoped that this would be the end of it, but there was still a part deep down inside him that wondered if that'd be the case.

The panic continued to gnaw at Teemo until he stopped to take a breath, releasing a bit of his pent up stress. He only felt marginally better, but it was a start. It wasn't until he looked over to his bed that he decided that he'd just sleep on the matter. It wasn't like his condition could get worse, right?

Truthfully, he had no clue how much he'd end up being altered by this unknown ailment. This was unlike anything he'd ever had happen to him in the past, never once experiencing something that affected his mind, body, and even soul like this had. Even now he could feel the urge to release his repressed sexual urges and give into his libido, but he had to fight it. He must, but that shouldn't be an issue because he was strong enough to do so, right?

Teemo gulped.

***

Teido fidgeted in place as he stood in front of the door to his rival's house, wondering if it was even a good idea to be there. He felt weird about what happened the day before and wanted to say something, but he just ended up wasting a lot of time hemming and hawing as to whether or not he should even enter the house at all. The urge to just turn away and forget all this was strong, but he steeled himself and decided that he needed to go through with this.

"Teemo, you home?" Teido called out as he knocked on the door, only for it to open unexpectedly. It struck him as peculiar that someone as fastidious as the scout would be so careless as to leave his door open like this. "Look, I don't know how exactly I made you upset the other day, but I just wanted to stop by and see if you were okay." His breathing increased in pace as he hesitantly stepped foot inside the abode, looking for any signs of the other yordle. "For the record, I apologize." The door then shut behind him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

"Apology accepted." Teemo rumbled before stepping out of the shadows.

Teido was awestruck when he saw the fearsome visage of the scout. The yordle was now a behemoth, swole in the most extreme sense of the word. He possessed a pec shelf that might be able to seat another yordle, which were coupled with lats that flared so wide that walking through a doorway normally was an impossibility for him. His traps rose past the base of his large, fluffy ears, absolutely swallowing up his neck.

Teemo's sumptuous arms came to rest at a forty-five degree angle due to the incalculable amount of heft packed onto his stocky frame. Even without flexing they were still wider than what the average of his kin would be but tensing them up only made their bulging physique all the more impressive. His abdominals had swollen into rock-hard mounds, almost like a miniature version of what his mountain range of a back now looked like, with all those peaks and valleys undulating with every movement that he made.

His legs were now the stuff that legends were built off of, as no other yordle in history could claim to have quads the size that he did. He'd never actually had the chance to check for himself, but he was certain that those titanic muscle groups could outsize some of the tree trunks that he used to hide behind. They were accentuated by calves that protruded out incredibly far, ones that likely had grown larger than what the other yordle's arms were.

Then there was his ass, and while Teido couldn't actually get that good of a view of those globular cheeks, he knew that there was a considerable amount of mass stuffed into them. What he could see crystal clear, however, was the scout's prodigious pecker, which looked to be the size of an actual third leg and writhed with need as the veins that criss-crossed along it pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.

Perhaps the most striking change was that the cream-furred yordle's eyes had turned dark and blood-coloured, signaling that this wasn't quite the same scout that he used to know. He was so entranced by what he saw that he only just realized that he'd been cut off of his only path to escape. He chastised himself for letting himself get caught in the lair of the beast.

Teido couldn't focus his thoughts as those intense red eyes bored a tunnel through his soul. A gasp of panic got caught in the back of his throat and wouldn't come out no matter how much he left his mouth open.

"You wanted to fuck, right?" Teemo was surprisingly calm despite the hormones raging through him, fueling his need to breed.

Teido felt like his mind had malfunctioned, almost like he was dreaming. "W-What?" He wasn't sure if he actually heard the titan say that or if he imagined it.

"Yesterday." Teemo stated, inching closer to the other yordle. "You said that you wanted to fuck."

Even though Teido was already backed up against a wall, his body still tried to move further regardless of how futile the act was. "Oh, t-that was just a-"

Teemo stopped right in front of the other yordle, his pecs scant inches away from his rival's face. He hadn't noticed it on his own, but it appeared evident that he'd grown taller as well. "Answer the question. Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"

Teido dared not move as the behemoth scrutinized him, observing his every move like how a predator studied their prey. He couldn't think of a single thing as that penetrating gaze lasered into his brain. Luckily for him - or unluckily, from a certain perspective - his body, and especially his crotch, answered the question for him. "Yes." His frame went numb as soon as the word quietly left his mouth.

"Good." The word rumbled from the depths of Teemo's chest. He leaned forward until his snout was practically touching the other yordle's - his breathing heavy from arousal - and pushed forth to deliver a passionate kiss onto his rival-turned-lover's lips. It was a tad forceful, yes, but it was also quite sensual, at least as sensual as the brute of a scout could muster.

Teido's body screamed hundreds of different things at once. Fear was a big one as he felt utterly helpless in the grasp of the other yordle, yet there was also a sense of vindication, like he achieved a personal victory.

Teemo's large hands pulled the smaller yordle's body towards his, mashing the lithe frame against himself with his cock sandwiched in between, getting copious amounts of precum smeared against the two of them. He, too, perceived some kind of relief from the embrace, mainly because he didn't have to endure anymore quips directed at him.

Grunts escaped from Teido's throat as he felt the scout tugging at his clothes, those thick fingers digging beneath the waist of his pants and pulling them downward. Normally he would have protested such an act, but he encouraged it here. He wanted nothing more than to be taken by the yordle stud.

The lack of resistance made removing the last of the clothes easy for Teemo. Once the last of it was piled on the floor by their feet, he then reached around and grabbed a hold of the other yordle's pert rear.

Teido gasped when he felt his cheeks squeezed, not used to being held by someone so much larger than him. He arched his back to pull away as an involuntary reaction, which tore his mouth out of the kiss. He was painfully erect from being firmly gripped.

Teemo licked his lips after the yordles' make out session ended. "I take it, you approve?"

"Y-yes." Teido stammered, still at the mercy of the scout. He was ready to move on to the obvious next step, but a thought ran through his mind. What puzzled him was how nonchalant the larger yordle was about everything. "Um, I hope this isn't rude, but why aren't you concerned with all the changes you've gone through?"

"What makes you think I'm not?" Teemo snorted, releasing the other yordle. "I've woken up the last three days bigger than the day before. Of course I'm freaked out by this!" He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "I'm terrified down to my bones by this transformation, and I'm confused as to what's caused it. But I'm not gonna run around and panic. I'm gonna deal with whatever is thrown my way."

Teido tried but couldn't keep his eyes from flicking to the engorged schlong in front of him. "Even that?" He pointed at the scout's leviathan prick.

"Especially that." Teemo's gaze never moved away from the other yordle's face, even with his own cock throbbed and belched out a dollop of pre. "It took a lot out of me to get used to these new urges, but I'm not afraid of them anymore. Hell, I've already jerked off three times today before you showed up and I'm raring to go again." For the first time that day he felt a smile pull at his lips. He slammed a hand against the wall next to the smaller yordle, closing him in even further. "And I'm sure you'd like to know what this feels like."

"God, yes." Teido blurted without thinking about it. He'd thought that the scout looked impressive before, but now he was on a whole other level of attractiveness.

"Good." Teemo lifted the other yordle and gingerly placed him on the ground, smirking when he saw the curly tail already flagged and out of the way. "We can take this however slowly you want. Let's make this work for the both of us." He took a knee behind his lover before covering his hand in the precum that was drooling from the tip of his dick. Once nice and slicked up, he carefully pushed between the black-and-tan-furred yordle's cheeks and pressed a finger against the winking pucker. It seemed like he wasn't the only one with needs.

Teido shuddered when he felt the stimulation at his rear entrance. "Ooh..." He did his best to relax despite his hormones running wild.

Teemo playfully circled along that delicate ring of muscle a few times to build up some tension before finally plunging his digit into the awaiting hole. He instantaneously got the other yordle to moan out loud, making him wonder how long this would last.

Feeling the finger leave his hole was unlike anything Teido had ever experienced before and made him long to have something else replace it. He'd had his wish granted as he felt something considerably larger poking around back there, instantly knowing that it was the scout's tremendous python at his backdoor. There was a moment of hesitation, but he felt ready to take it.

Now Teemo wasn't dumb, he knew that it'd be a terrible idea to just shove his shaft in as the smaller yordle wouldn't prepared enough to take something as big as that. Instead he eased it in slowly, stretching the tailhole to seemingly its limits, but hearing no complaints from its owner.

Teido's arms buckled beneath him as he felt that thick log of yordle fuckmeat penetrate him thoroughly. His tongue lolled out to the side, his curled tail slightly wagging in approval. He'd remember this for a long time.

A contented sigh left Teemo's mouth, grateful that he was even able to get his crotch rocket inside his lover. Those inner walls clamped down onto his member, eliciting a grunt from him. That spurred him on to keep going as far as he could. He continued to push his pelvis forward as much as he could and was amazed to discover that he could actually bury his dong balls deep into the other yordle!

The amount of moaning coming from Teido increased tenfold as his asshole was entirely stuffed by the anal intruder. He tensed his lower body, clenching down on the powerful endowment shoved inside of him and feeling just how little he could affect it. This was better than any toy he'd ever used before.

Not happy with just ending it there, Teemo began pulling his hips back. He could feel the way the smaller yordle's innards contorted around his titanic cock and relished the massaging sensation he received in return. It was orgasmic in and of itself, but he wasn't about to stop there. He reeled back as far as he could in his position and then shoved his yordlehood back in, getting another moan from his lover. From there, he picked up the pace and started pistoning into the other yordle's accepting ass, hunkering over him in the process. He hadn't had an opportunity to try this with anyone else since these changes started; it felt intense, even for him!

Teido was beside himself in delight from getting railed by the swoldle enveloping him. He felt enraptured by the way those heavy pecs caressed along his back, the act getting easier the sweatier the scout got.

Teemo wrapped an arm around the other yordle's slender torso and held on tight, though that wouldn't be hard to do since his limb was thicker than his lover's waist. He could smell his own musk wafting off of him, something that he tried to cover up before to little avail. It felt like it'd be something that he'd just have to get used to now, but he didn't mind it. He loved the way that he smelled. It wouldn't be long now before his scent started rubbing off onto the yordle beneath him.

The constant jackhammering was beginning to have an effect on Teido, whose prostate was getting flattened repeatedly and sending euphoric pulses to the pleasure centre of his brain. It also had the impact of pushing his libido closer and closer to the edge, teetering ever so slightly until one final slam solidified his need for release. He cried aloud as his body tensed up and his cock spurted out a few shots of creamy jizz onto the floor below him. As much as he tried, he couldn't think of a time when he had a more extreme orgasm.

Teemo couldn't believe that it was only days ago when he came as much as the smaller yordle did; his spunk production had ramped up exponentially with seemingly no way to slow down. Even now he'd been gushing pre like a leaky faucet, indicating that he was not that far behind his lover. He gritted his teeth as the pressure in his lower half skyrocketed until finally he gave a mighty roar as his balls pulled up, having a climax for the ages.

His cock erupted like a geyser into the accommodating asshole of his lover, painting the inner walls of that anal cavity with loads of hot, pearlescent jizz. He flooded the smaller yordle's bowels with virile yordlebatter to the point where he could feel the gut he was clenching begin to swell with his cum, and yet he wasn't quite finished yet. His pelvis was flush with the other yordle's ass cheeks, plugging the seal and preventing his output from escaping. He'd forgotten what it was like to empty his balls into another person, though any memories couldn't possibly compare to this.

After what felt like a short eternity, Teemo eventually pulled his schlong free from the other yordle's asshole, releasing the built-up reservoir of cum and allowing it to deluge into a waterfall from the gaping hole. For the first time in a couple days he felt completely satisfied.

"Holy shit." Teido sputtered, feeling just how much jism was pouring out of him. "I can't say that I'll have an experience that could top that."

Teemo's blood-red eyes narrowed as he wryly smirked. "That's what fooling around with the best scout in the city can get you."

"Remind me to do that more often then." Teido panted, trying to catch his breath. "Hey, Teemo," he had a thought linger in his mind, "what if I said 'no' earlier?"

"Then I'd have told you to leave." Teemo stated matter-of-factly.

Teido wasn't sure that he was expecting an answer like that. "Oh..." He blinked. "That's... kinda surprising."

"Yeah." Teemo snickered. "I'm not a dick like you are."

That gave Teido pause. "Is that what you actually think of me?"

"I have for quite some time." Teemo admitted, pushing himself to his feet. "I'm off to wash myself as best as I can so as to try and not reek of sex. I'd suggest you do the same unless you plan on smelling like me." He made sure his eyes met the smaller yordle's as he said that, catching the blush that spread across that black-and-tan-furred face. "You know, you're welcome to join me if you want."

A part of Teido delighted in the thought of having another round with the mammothian hunk of a scout. It was as if a craving had awoken deep inside him, much like his rival felt not too long before this. His body tensed with eager anticipation. As much as he knew that he had other things to do that day, he knew that he could never turn down an opportunity like that.