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Neeko clung to thick tree branches, watching a blonde human boy zip around. He managed to traverse a sheer cliff that led into this ancient village, once belonging to Vastayans. Neeko doubted he had used the large trees and vines to get down. Neeko had seen the stranger’s Sho'ma, or his soul, make him glow gold before disappearing into sparks, then reappearing halfway across the valley. It was nothing Neeko had ever seen before.

Neeko remembered him. She’d followed him around in a jungle near Ixaocan, which was nearly a year ago. He was mumbling to himself about something called ‘Uloa’ at the time. When she first saw him, she thought the human was a girl. The human's floofy blonde hair and thin appearance, were comparable to Neeko's own thin body. She may have not been blonde, having purples in her hair, but his was almost as wild as hers.

She was proven wrong about his gender, which made her embarrassed about finding him pretty. When Neeko overheard the blonde talking. He very much sounded like a boy. He liked talking, and still did, even if he thought no-one was around to listen. She didn't catch his name, and wasn't sure if she should scare him away. Neeko wasn't a fan of boys, human or not, but this one was kind of pretty. Too pretty.

She had scaled up to a platform, one that overlooked the entirety of the ancient village, when she first found him. She couldn’t fathom why he’d wander around all the old homes, in the middle of the Kumungu forest. But the homes didn't mind him looking through their old belongings. It had been a long time since they had last seen a human, and the old Sho'ma that lingered was happy that someone was so excited to see them. Neeko wished that the homes were happy to see her too.

Neeko found It wasn’t difficult to keep track of him. She wasn’t used to being fooled by humans. Usually she was the one doing the fooling. Especially if their Sho'ma was mean. This human wasn’t mean, but he hadn’t seen her yet. The Sho'ma would change depending on what was presented. Most people's Sho'ma would be sharp, scared and suspicious when they met her.

The blonde's Sho'ma was just loud. Neeko wouldn’t be surprised if Vastaya had found him, but couldn’t keep up with his movement. He’d probably change his place at the first sign of trouble. Humans could be as scary as they could be scared.

He asked questions to the air that had no answers, but he would still have scribbled in his book with a smile. Neeko wondered, could he hear something she couldn't?

The blonde's Sho'ma was disappearing to another spot. Really close to Neeko. She dropped down to the base of the tree, and curled low, letting her Sho'ma cloak her from his eyes. He reappeared in front of her with a flash of golden sparks. Neeko held her breath.

“It should be around here. C’mon Ezreal, you’ve been at this for an hour,” he dropped his hands to hold his hips. This ‘Ezreal’ was very pretty; for a boy. Neeko watched in idle fascination as he walked by her. He was casually kicking up dirt and dust on the old stone floor.

“Yep. Old tracer lines for interactive magic. But what for? Maybe a ritual.” Ezreal murmured, bringing up his fancy, jeweled gauntlet up to scratch his chin. The chameleon Oovi-kat tilted her, still invisible, head.

‘Tracer lines?’ She didn’t know anything about those. Neeko jolted in shock as his Sho'ma flared. Her surprise shifted to awe as his Sho'ma became one with these ‘lines’, filling out around him like a pattern. A bird's wing was drawn out in golden magic, shining and sparkling like clear spring water.

“I’ve been thinking about it wrong. These don’t do anything,” the blonde boy laughed, “they’re just a puzzle- or a key! But the door is-ah.” he trailed off, still looking away from her.

Neeko crept around the tree, letting her invisibility wear off. She held her chest with one hand. Whoever this human was, he had a lot of Sho'ma. Good-natured Sho'ma. Like Neeko’s. But noisy. Not like Neeko’s.

She followed his Sho'ma to the opposite side of the valley, on a platform similar to Neeko’s. His Sho'ma flared up again, like he did on the ‘tracer lines’.

Neeko cocked her head to the side, and noted where his Sho'ma would appear next. She got on all fours, and deftly climbed down the wall. She rushed past all the old homes, one’s she couldn’t call her own. Neeko looked toward the human’s Sho'ma, he found the big statue of the crying lady.

Neeko hid around the corner of an old home. Ezreal was inspecting around the statue, toward the grass covered floor. His gauntlet back on his chin, he started walking in strange patterns, his Sho'ma flickering all the while.

Neeko, now with a few very close encounters with Ezreal’s Sho'ma, couldn’t help but to rest her hand on her chin. Her form shifted in a flutter of pink, green and blue light, until she perfectly mimicked his form.

Urgh. Neeko is a boy now. Do not like it. Still, he’s pretty. Guess it is okay.

She looked around her new, temporary, body. He was very slim, some muscle here and there. Ezreal had a lot of hair. Neeko was also used to having lots of hair, but not all over her eyes. The fake gauntlet on her hand was also very pretty. What captured her the most was how compassionate his Sho'ma really was. On top, it was loud and boisterous, but that was because his Sho'ma shona brighter when people saw him. Completely different to Neeko’s. Still, she could feel his Sho'ma deeper within. It was sad. Lonely.

‘Why be sad Ezreal on the inside? Ezreal does nott look sad on the outside. Neeko could help!”

Neeko broke out of her ‘inspection’ her new focus of curiosity speaking aloud again.

“Urgh. This needs two people to solve,” the sad in his Sho'ma got a little louder, Neeko frowned, “Maybe I could go back and ask around at Piltover?”

Neeko’s frown turned into a scowl, ‘Piltover is a very bad place! Hurt trees and Vastaya!’

She bit her lip, his Sho'ma now radiating bright gold, but couldn’t see where he was going to go next. But she could guess it was the metal city.

He doesn’t need Piltover. Neeko will be the second person!

Neeko’s mind set on what to do. She stepped around the corner, still pretending to be Ezreal. The human in question paused. His jaw dropped and pretty blue eyes widened. Neeko copied him, holding her own gauntlet up in the air like she saw before he teleported. Ezreal shut his mouth, Neeko did too.

“What is this Ezreal scratched his chin and took a step forward.

“What is this?” Neeko mimicked, letting his Sho'ma do the talking. His cerulean eyes widened in a dawning realization.

“I’ve met you before.”

“Met you before.”

“Are you a spirit?”

“Are you a spirit?”

Ezreal sighed, shaking his head, he took a few steps back. Neeko sighed too, but on the inside, she cheered. Neeko moved over to the opposite side of the statue, parallel to him. She saw the confusion in Ezreal’s eyes, until he looked down. There was a small circle he revealed after blowing away the dirt. It was a guess for her, but with the aid of his Sho'ma, she felt that he needed a person for each circle. One that she too stood in. Ezreal’s Sho'ma told her that these were the starting points for whatever he needed two people for.

“You’re here to be my dance partner then?” Ezreal smiled, holding his arm above his head, while his other rested on his heart. Neeko didn’t know what he meant, but copied him anyway, smiling back at him.

“Dance partner then?”

Ezreal chuckled, his Sho'ma radiating like before; with the tracer lines. Neeko watched him take three steps forward, doing a small spin facing away from her. She followed along, pumping her mimicked Sho'ma into the lines. She snuck glances over her shoulder as he crouched down, his knees touching his chest. He traced the floor with his hand, a small triangle made into the floor. Neeko did the same, her eyes widened as the triangle soaked up her Sho'ma like a sponge.

Neeko got up with Ezreal, feeling his Sho'ma sing brighter and brighter as he danced. They twirled, and drew lines into the floor with the points of their feet and fingers. She noticed that they were getting closer together, their dance becoming more synchronised. Neeko wasn’t sure about this, it felt like their Sho'ma was inter-twining. Feeling a little personal with every movement. She pressed on, their bodies moved with barely a metre between them-

Neeko suppressed a gasp as he gently took her hand, still under the impression that she was just a copy of his form. Fingers nestled between one another. His Sho'ma was very bright. He lifted her hand above his head, and ducked under it. She wasn’t sure what to do anymore, but felt compelled to move around him, trying to keep up. Neeko got a chance to see his face, and he was full of glee and excitement.

His Sho'ma wasn’t so sad on the inside. He was excited. Neeko felt infected by his happiness, and her worries were blown away.

Ezreal could be good friend.

“It’s working,” the blonde beamed, looking around them. The floor was lighting up from where they were dancing. Lines full of white light shone where their feet stepped and fingers drew. Neeko didn’t notice, too held up in the light of his golden Sho'ma, but now she could see. The lines made an old image for the Vastayashai-rei. The sigil of the Dragon.

Neeko nearly cried out in excitement. All her travels, and she had never found anywhere that held something of her ancestors so clearly. And here such a place was, hidden in the valleys between some of the most dangerous jungle creatures on Runeterra.

Ezreal’s golden Sho'ma was dimming slightly, his movements slowing down. Neeko didn’t want to stop dancing, it was fun, but knew she had to keep up the act as long as she could. When they stopped, it was with a bow. She could hear creaking in the old stone around her, the crying statue was moving, and it was no longer crying. It had a very big smile on its face now. Stone shifted and dust fell away from being ground together. The statue held its arms to the side, then up to its chest, with stone palms pushed together.

The statue locked in place, and the platform around the statue opened up to reveal a downward, spiral staircase of marble white. Neeko could hardly believe it. Their dance came to a close, the tracer lines full of light and happy Sho'ma. It must have been a long time since the statue could smile. Neeko was elated that she could help.

“Wow. The Vastayan’s had an awesome way of hiding stuff. This is the best trip ever, well, second best trip ever.” Ezreal was talking to himself again. Neeko didn’t mind. His Sho'ma was very happy, and he wasn’t being a sad banana.

“And it was all thanks to my new doppelganger spirit friend. Were you watching me the whole time? Even back then, waiting for me to come back?” He chuckled, raising a hand behind her back. Neeko copied his chuckle.

“All thanks to-” She was cut off with a slight ‘eep’ as his hand slapped her back playfully. Unfortunately, this broke her illusion entirely.

Ezreal stared at Neeko’s true form, doing a very good impression of his first reaction to her ‘fake’ form. Neeko let out an awkward laugh.

“Doppelganger spirit friend?”

“A Vastaya!” He jumped, making her jolt on the spot. Ezreal looked her up and down, “Just like Santangelo’s Field Guide!”

Neeko winced at his loud exclamation, his Sho'ma exuding excitement and wonder- nothing mean spirited. Yet.

“Please do not yell so loud around Neeko.” She mumbled, crossing her arms.

“Sorry,” He looked away, “that’s not how you greet people, c’mon” He coughed into his hand, “Uh, well, I’m Ezreal-”

“Neeko knows. You were talking a lot.”

“Oh, uh, really?”

“It was not that hard. You are very loud.”

Ezreal scratched the back of his head, “Should I leave, uh, Neeko?”

Neeko tilted her head, “Why should you leave? Will you come back with others?”

“It’s just- this is your home, yeah?”

“No. Neeko was just stopping by,” Neeko clenched her teeth. If she left, and he brought others, they might not be as nice as him. Or maybe, Ezreal wasn’t nice in the first place. She swallowed, “Neeko found you and wanted to make sure you weren’t being mean.”

Ezreal looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked to the happy statue. He smiled back at her. She eyed him carefully. His Sho'ma was bright and honest, but when human’s smiled it meant they were thinking. Thinking of how to hurt Neeko while pretending to be nice. She’d seen it many times. He took a long breath through his nose, his smile persisting. She let her Sho'ma rest at her tail, her scales glowing an ambient green light like tribal markings, coalescing like a sticky binding at her fingers.

He reached behind his back, fiddling with something at his waist, he kept looking at her, “I guess I wasn’t mean?”

“Not yet.” Neeko let her Sho'ma coalesce, the bindings ready.

“Well, I better stay nice then. How about-” He held his other hand up, and slowly let the other come in front of him, “a peace treaty?”

There was a container in his hands. Neeko wasn’t sure what to make of it, but kept her eyes glued to it.

“What is?”

“Packed lunch,” he started to unclasp the lid, a sweet aroma coming from within, “The container is designed to stay cold for extended trips. I’ve got some fruit, cheese bread and- whoa!”

Neeko rushed forward, putting her hands around the container, “Cheese bread. Very good. Neeko likes cheese bread.” Neeko held the container on either side, still letting Ezreal hold it. She didn’t snatch, she did however, peer over the top to find her prize. She heard Ezreal stifle a laugh, coming out like a snort. Neeko pouted at him, realizing her own childishness.

Neeko should have felt bad about letting herself be bribed so easily. The taste of the cheese bread melting on her tongue was so good though! She let it sit there before chomping her way through.

“Do Vastayans usually like this kinda food?” Ezreal asked, taking a seat on the dusty floor.

Neeko’s eyebrow twitched, his question was innocent in nature, but implied that Vastaya just ate food they could find or grow.

“People like different food. Humans and Vastaya are people,” She grouched, taking a large bite from the cheese bread. Ezreal shook a hand from side to side, a panic in his Sho’ma and worry in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I could’ve made that sound a little less racist,” he sheepishly laughed, “I guess it just surprised me. Sorry, lot’s of Vastayans I’ve come across have tried to kill me just for being human.”

“Lots of humans try to kill Vastaya just for being Vastaya,” Neeko countered.

Ezreal nodded glumly, “I wish it wasn’t like that. There’s so much to learn from your people, the Vastayans have such a long and beautiful culture. If humans and vastaya could just sit down and share a meal like us, I think we’d be better for it.”

‘What a good heart. A shame it doesn’t work that way.’ Neeko thought, her brows crossing at being called a Vastaya again. He wasn’t wrong, in a way, but he wasn’t right either.

“Neeko not Vastaya. Neeko is Oovi-kat,” she pointed at her heart, then took another bite of her treat. Ezreal tilted his head to the side, obviously confused at what she meant.

“‘Oovi-kat’? Hang on, hang on,” he tapped the side of his head, mumbling to himself, “Santangelo wrote about the Vastayans, what was it? Vastayashai-something and humans make a Vastaya. There are thirteen known Vastayan types, and uh...” Ezreal trailed off, giving her an unblinking stare. Neeko would admit that those cerulean orbs were pretty, but her instincts were telling her that she was about to be attacked, an instinct she pushd down. His Sho’ma was just a static noise now, his thoughts jumbled.

“Um,” Neeko swallowed her food. She had found some entertainment when he was talking to himself. But he held that stare for almost a minute, making her want to tackle him and run away, “Ezreal is okay?”

Ezreal straightened up and coughed into his hand again, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”

Her mind cooled down, but was still on edge after that stare, “Neeko knows some things. You can ask Neeko?”

“Well,” Ezreal pulled out the notebook he was writing in earlier, “I assume an Oovi-kat is just a tribe of Vastaya that hasn’t been documented?”

Neeko blanked on what ‘documented’ meant, but assumed it was something like ‘found’. She took the last bite of her bread, settling down and noticed how her shoulders dropped to relax. She watched as he scribbled down some hard-to-read letters.

“Neeko is not a Vastaya. She said so earlier,” She grumbled.

“But you’re not human either?” He asked politely, the end of his pencil tapping his chin.

“Oovi-kat are not Vastaya, Oovi-kat are Vastayashai-rei. Vastaya have human blood with the Vastayashai-rei. But a lot of Vastaya do not like hearing that their blood is ‘corrumpeded’."

“Corrupted," Ezreal quickly corrected, "But that’s what Santangelo was missing,” he excitedly wrote more unintelligible words, “he knew the existence of the Vastayashai-rei was real, but they were thought to be an extinct species. Instead, there are some surviving members, which could change what we know about the Vastayan’s and our history with them.”

Neeko tilted her head, “What does that mean for Humans then?”

“Finding out the history of where we came from is an archaeologist, slash, historians dream! Are there others like you?” he pressed on, “I mean, I know people don’t go adventuring through the jungles all that often, but there’d have to be-” Ezreal looked up from his notebook, his smile vanished. Neeko was holding her arms across her chest, hot palms gripped her shoulders.

“Are you okay? Should I stop asking stuff?” His Sho'ma was kind. Neeko sighed deeply.

“Neeko is the last one. Other Oovi-kat are gone now.”

“Oh.” Ezreal looked away, closing his notebook.

They sat there in silence. Neeko appreciated that. If he tried to say he was sorry, or tried to comfort her, then she’d start bawling. She didn’t want to, it happened, and there was no reason to cry about it. Neeko let her arms slide down, her palms resting in her lap. She looked over to the happy statue. She wondered if the Oovi-kat had made this place their home once, or if it was another tribe of Vastayashai-rei. Either way, it didn’t matter now. She’d make her new tribe.

Somehow.

“I’ve got more cheese bread,” Ezreal offered slowly, holding the container up, “if you’re interested?” He gave an awkward smile, extending the container over to her.

Neeko took another treat in silence, and gave him a small smile.

“Neeko has decided you are a nice Ezreal. Not a mean Ezreal.” Neeko nibbled on the bread, wanting to savour it this time. His Sho'ma was bright again, eating up her compliment like a hungry caterpillar. Ezreal didn’t ask anymore questions, and that left them both silent as they munched on his packed lunch. Her attention jumped from the variety of small berries he’d pick through, to the staircase they just opened.

“Curious about it?” Ezreal asked, a smirk on his face and a berry between his thumb and finger.

Neeko hummed, “Where does it go?”

“No idea.”

“‘No idea’?” she parroted, her head tilted toward the staircase, “then why find?”

“Because I’m curious too,” he leaned in, “I mean, it has to be here for a reason. It’s the responsibility of the new generations to understand the history of older ones. We gotta know the mistakes of the past, to make sure we don’t repeat ‘em.”

Neeko nibbled on the bread some more, watching as he put away his empty box.

He stood up, walking toward the staircase, "Wanna come with?"

She nodded, following him, “Will it be dangerous?”

“Eh, probably. Or Probably not," he held his gauntlet up, his golden Sho'ma lighting the dark staircase, "That dance would be enough to keep out most people, so why go to all the trouble to set up traps? This feels more like a cultural thing.”

She kept quiet behind him. They only had to step down three rotations before entering a large hall. There were overgrown vines and plants that covered the walls, so much so that the foliage may as well have been the walls.

She heard Ezreal cheer, which echoed throughout the hall. Neeko didn’t pay attention to him running off. Instead, her curiosity led her to the wall closest to her. All ancient Vastayan homes she'd found had made everything with an express purpose. She doubted the plants had any purpose, and the floor was cracked through. Everything was so dusty she was going to sneeze.

Neeko pulled at the looser plants and vines. Tearing them away, to find old drawings of scales and wings. Her curiosity now piqued, she tore away more foliage, until she saw the hieroglyphs. Her eyes widened.

“More tracer lines huh?”

Neeko whipped around. The blondes hands on the centreline ascension pedestal.

“Ezreal, wait!”

He pumped his Sho'ma into it. It spread into the tracer lines like wildfire. His light expanded throughout the room, dematerialising the foliage. The ancient Shuriman Hieroglyphs revealed on the ancient walls, his Sho'ma followed the tracer lines, changing from his gold to a pure white.

Neeko stumbled back, shielding her eyes from the intrusive, golden beams. She could feel the air rush past her. Howling wind overtook her hearing. Ezreal's Sho'ma was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of magic that encompassed his whole body. Neeko didn't know if he was there anymore. But that magic had no effect on her. She was too far from the source. The same could not be said for Ezreal, who was in the centre of that light and wind.

Seconds passed. The light dimmed and the air settled. Neeko rubbed her eyes, she stumbled toward the pedestal, her eyes stung from the sudden flash. She felt out across the floor, squinting as golden light persisted within the immaculate tracer lines.

Her hand landed on soft, stretched fabric. Which held malleable flesh. Neeko blinked rapidly, the light dimming down enough to get clear vision. Her green hand held a rather large breast-

Neeko blinked rapidly again. Then curled her hand around experimentally. Ezreal groaned lightly, soft blue eyes opening slowly to meet Neeko's. He (no wait- she?) massaged her jaw, which was more curved than before. Her lips had grown fuller to a pout, and her cheekbones were slightly more pronounced than when she was a boy.

"My chest hurts," Ezreal winced. The explorer sat up. Neeko's hand stilled frozen on his- her big breasts. Ezreal looked down at her hand. The once male stared blankly at her rather voluptuous chest. A few seconds went by in silence. No shift in expression, nor any unbalance in the blonde's Sho'ma. Just sheer confusion between them.

"What," she slowly looked up to Neeko, "the fuck?"

Neeko couldn't control the heat rising within her. She moved her hands onto her lap. Her neck and face had heated up. She lamented that her tail had become restless, waving about in the air behind her head.

"Neeko tried to say to wait." She said, finding it difficult to look Ezreal in the eye. Not because of the shame. There were two reasons. And both were on Ezreal's chest.

"But how could this have even-" She paused. Her dainty hand trailed down her smooth neck, "is this what I sound like now? All girly and -ngh- weird?"

"Is Ezreal okay?" Neeko asked, confused by all the emotions running through her human. Their emotions were a storm of scared, confused and (most surprisingly) aroused.

"I think so? Ugh, but my chest really hurts." Ezreal started pulling at the buttons on her shirt. Neeko's eyes bugged out of their sockets. Watching in awe as her mind warped at seeing another woman undress. Neeko bit her lip as the top of Ezreal's chest was revealed, covered in freckles. The creamy expanse of skin had a slight layer of sweat, causing the golden glow of the room to make her breasts shiny. Now entirely revealed, the blonde sighed happily as her newly formed breasts dropped down with a slight jiggle. Her nipples were a faded pink. Neeko’s mouth ran dry.

"Oxygen, my dear friend," Ezreal sighed happily. Neeko kept her eyes laser-focused on the large ‘fun-bags’ (as Nidalee liked to call her own).

The explorer winced, pushing his chest out, "Damn I can actually feel the weight on my back. To think Caitlyn had to deal with this sorta thing all the time. I think these might be bigger." She looked back up to Neeko, whose face was entirely red, her amber eyes wide and staring. Ezreal was seemingly unbothered by the transformation, standing up to inspect her body. Maybe he was trying to keep cool for Neeko's sake-

Neeko nearly fainted.

Ezreal turned around, and if Neeko had thought that Ezreal's chest was huge, she was not at all ready for the blonde's butt. The object of her fascination came in the form of two, round globes that pushed the limits of Ezreal's pants. She could hear the fabric strain from those thick thighs. Needless to say, Neeko's own perversion was at full peak. The only thing that kept her from drooling was the panicked Sho'ma that resurfaced in her human.

"No be scared, Ezreal, sit-sit!" Neeko encouraged, slapping the floor where Ezreal was. The blonde looked over her shoulder. Slowly, she sat cross legged, trying to pull her shirt over her chest. With little success. Ezreal whined, shaking her head in annoyance and threw it away. Neeko did her damndest to keep eye-contact.

"What did that thing do to me?" She gestured to the pedestal. It, and the tracer lines, were still glowing, but it's brightness had dulled considerably. Neeko found herself staring at Ezreal's exposed boobs again. She looked away innocently.

"Turned you into a woman."

Ezreal held the sides of her head.

"I noticed," she miserably mumbled.

"Sorry," Neeko winced at Ezreal's soft sigh.

They sat in silence. Ezreal would shift occasionally, making faces of displeasure or confusion in tandem, rubbing her temples. Neeko tried to keep her eyes from wandering. With minimal success.

"I don't suppose there's anyway to go back to being a guy," Ezreal laughed dryly, "what the hell am I gonna tell everyone back at Piltover?"

"Maybe, just stay with Neeko. We find a way to turn you back?" The chameleon leaned forward, tentatively taking one of the explorer's hands. Ezreal eyes locked onto Neeko's green hands suspiciously. Neeko knew that most humans didn't like being touched, but she could feel Ezreal's sadness and fear, pressing her to be comforting. She let their Sho'ma be as close as possible, to be transparent with another.

Ezreal bit her lip. Neeko wasn't paying much attention to them before, but now on closer inspection, they were plump and pouty. Everything about the blonde's current body was making Neeko all sorts of flustered. This new Ezreal was like a pale, blonde and blue eyed Nidalee. The chameleon winced at the memory of her ‘lovestruck’ phase. Leaving the pack had been a bit of a wake-up call of how enamoured she was with the cougar, and the stunning realization of how straight Nidalee was. She recalled what the Pridestalker had said once.

‘Don’t feel bad about wanting Nidalee. Everyone wants Nidalee.’
She broke out of her melancholy, recalling the loud, sad Sho’ma that was affecting her own so badly. Ezreal sighed dejectedly, looking into her amber eyes with suspicion.

"You didn't plan this, right?" Ezreal asked in a small voice, an equally small smile on her face. Her Sho'ma was shaky. Scared.

"No. Neeko did not know about this place." Neeko gently squeezed Ezreal's hand. She could see the doubt in his big blue eyes.

"What if it's not my body that just changes, like, w-what if something's in my head?" Her breath hastened, Neeko leaned forward more, maintaining eye contact. The chameleon made quiet shushes. She held her other hand on the side of Ezreal's cheek. The explorer froze, both their eyes locked.

"Neeko will help." Neeko tried to keep a serious expression, but with the gap closed, she couldn't help steal a glance at Ezreal's developing chest.

"Now I know what it’s like to be perved on." Ezreal smirked. Neeko flushed and looked away.

"Neeko sorry."

"I think I like it," Ezreal smiled coyly, "and I didn't think you thought of girls that way."

Neeko's heart jumped to her throat, "N-Neeko already thought Ezreal was a pretty boy before. Now that Ezreal is a girl, it is making Neeko head swirl."

"A pretty boy, huh,” Ezreal looked away for a moment, a shy smile spreading on her thick lips, “Am I pretty enough to make you forget where your hands are?"

Neeko, now overloaded by the situation she'd put herself, was completely red in the face. Her hand rushed away from his cheek, but when she tried to pull back the other, it was stuck in Ezreal's grasp. Her lips thinned to a line, concern bubbling with her embarrassment. Ezreal held back a laugh, her gauntlet covering her mouth.

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," she lowered her hand onto her own thigh,"I liked having your hands on me."

Neeko flushed a deep red, not missing the subtle flirt, “This is happening a bit fast. Is Ezreal sure she is okay?”

Ezreal blinked, her brows furrowed in thought. The blonde shut her eyes tight, like she was thinking really hard. Neeko wasn't sure what to do. She was flustered by Ezreal's flirt, sure, but the humans she'd met were never so honest or trusting. Especially Noxians. She did not like them.

Neeko's fixated on Ezreal's lips again. Even when stretched into a line, they were very full. She leaned forward, noting how impossibly smooth they were. Neeko knew she had a small mouth, but that was common with Oovi-kat. Humans lips, and even some Vastaya, were so big. She couldn't imagine why they were like that. Well, that wasn't true. Every race on Runeterra had something different about each of them. Scales, fur, claws, tails- the list went on. Neeko had experienced nearly every form of every race. Humans were weird, even if there were a lot of them. Compared to how other races looked, they weren't special. But they could do so much with what little they had.

Neeko leaned in further. She wondered what Ezreal was thinking about. And also how her skin was so soft and silky smooth. When Neeko held the blonde's cheek, it was so warm. She could have sworn the human had nudged back into it earlier.

"I think something's wrong." Ezreal murmured.

Neeko flicked her gaze up. Ezreal's cerulean, hooded eyes bore into Neeko's. There was a feeling in the blonde's Sho'ma that Neeko had rarely sensed. Neeko gulped, drawn in by the golden glow in Ezreal's eyes. Neeko was reminded of how close she was to the explorer. She could feel Ezreal's light breathe on her skin like a feather. Neeko involuntarily shivered under Ezreal's gaze, the explorer's height seemingly the only thing she had kept.

"I'm really hot inside," Ezreal licked her lips, "like I need something very badly. And my head is, ah?"

Neeko's heart skipped a beat, and she wasn't sure if she was scared or aroused. Possibly both.

"What does Ezreal need?" Neeko gulped at Ezreal’s sultry smile.

"You know what it is. I can feel this presence inside of you that I’ve never noticed in anyone else,” Ezreal licked her lips, “I know you want me.”

Neeko squeaked, wanting to argue the point, no matter how much of a lie it would be, but the finger on her lips stopped her.

“It's something you have to start,” The blonde continued huskily, “My body is on fire, I won't blame you if you leave." Ezreal placed his hand on Neeko's thigh, a tiny whimper left the chameleon, "But I can see how you're looking at this body. Which is why-" the stacked blonde leaned further forward, with both women touching noses, "- I need you to take the first step."

Neeko was panting already, the hand on her thigh was caressing her in small circles, steadily moving toward her sex. She knew something was going on with Ezreal. But in that moment, it wasn't at the forefront of her mind. Her anxiety over Ezreal's sudden shift in personality didn't matter.

Neeko took Ezreal's shoulders in her warm palms and pushed her back. Ezreal yelped, but was quickly silenced by Neeko's hungry lips. Ezreal moaned approvingly, her hands trailing down the curve of Neeko's back.

Neeko let go of Ezreal, stealing the offending hands from her back and planted them above Ezreal's head. The blonde squeaked, breaking the kiss away.

"What are-"

Neeko growled, shoving her tongue between Ezreal's cushiony lips. Neeko may have been much smaller than most people, but she didn't let that play a factor in the bedroom. In her few encounters in the bedroom, she was always on top.

She wrapped her tongue around Ezreal's like a snake. The explorer, clearly never experienced such a thing, flexed her spine and moaned into the lewd kiss.

Neeko grinned, loving the noises coming from the stacked woman under her. Those big breasts that squished into Neeko's were soft and supple. She kept one hand wrapped around Ezreal's wrists, the other took a handful of breast. That earned another sharp gasp.

Ezreal tried to twist away, with little success. The kiss separated, with Neeko stealing the blonde's tongue into the world with her own. Neeko took a nipple between her fingers and pinched. Ezreal gave a strangled whine, struggling on the spot, but not hard enough to escape.

That was good enough for Neeko.

She released the explorer's wrists, pleased to find that they remained still. She trailed her green fingers delicately down on the pale skin of the human’s arm. Down along the curve of Ezreal's neck. Her other hand was no longer twisting her faded pink nipple, setting it against Ezreal's collarbone. Neeko broke the kiss, her lover's lips trying to follow. Ezreal opened her eyes, taking in Neeko's smug gaze.

"Needy human, you can't help but want Neeko." She licked her lips. Ezreal blinked in shock. It was the usual response. Her partners often thought that Little Neeko could never hurt or say something like that. How wrong they were.

The explorer looked to make a retort, but couldn't speak past Neeko's lips. Ezreal kept her arms still, but couldn't help but squirm under the weight of the Oovi-kat. Ezreal moaned softly, her eyes closed. Their kiss melded to a softer one, lips gently caressed one another.

Ezreal made the mistake of surrendering to soft pleasure.

Neeko tightened her hand around the woman's neck. The blonde straightened out like a board, shock flashed in her eyes. Neeko held her mouth open with her other hand, and took Ezreal's tongue into her mouth. Ezreal's heartbeat was racing under her green fingers.

It’d been so long since she’d last been able to satisfy herself, longer since she was able to do so with another woman. Ezreal presented an excellent opportunity, and tasted good while she claimed the newly changed woman.

She pulled away, watching the explorers’ wide eyes, “You play good with Neeko, yes? You let Neeko help with your heat?” Neeko’s breathing laboured through her mouth. There was something in the air. Something making her feel crazy. She wanted it to fill her lungs, to let it soak her tongue, like fuel for her desire.

Her tongue grew longer, further pushing into Ezreal's throat. She didn’t gag or choke, surprisingly. Neeko couldn’t attribute this to the change or just one of Ezreal’s quirks, but was too horny to care. Ezreal’s heartbeat was a thrumming drum under her fingers. Neeko peeked through her eyes. Her human’s eyes were rolling back, her fingers twitched sporadically above her head. She could feel her legs twitch beneath her. The fact that Ezreal was getting off from this treatment, filled Neeko with a sharp degree of excitement.

But Ezreal was far paler than before.

‘Time’s up.’ Neeko pulled back slowly, letting her tongue follow out smoothly. Her hands let go of the explorer's neck, red marks imprinted on her delicate skin. Ezreal took in deep gasps of breath like they were going to be her last.

“Be careful, take time. Talking can be hard after that.” Neeko brushed her hands over Ezreal’s cheeks. The explorer nodded slowly and closed her eyes, focusing her breathing.

“What,” Ezreal started, eyes flashing open, “the fuck?”

Neeko frowned, “You do not like?”

“No I like-” she looked away, “You gotta ask before you do something like that.”

“You have done this before?” Neeko grinned, her nails digging into her soft human’s cheeks, “Neeko thinks you as a boy were the same.”

“I’ve never done anything like this!” Ezreal covered her mouth, eyes wide and ashamed. She looked away. Neeko blinked dumbly. Her domineering grin fell to shock.

“Neeko is your first?” Neeko lifted herself up, the mood gone entirely.

Ezreal covered her entire face, a muffled “Yes,” broke through her hands.

“First kiss?”

Ezreal nodded.

“Oh,” Neeko held her hands close to herself, “Did you want to take lead?”

“I don’t know. I kind of liked-”, Ezreal’s hands flew off her face, landing onto her stomach. She yelped out a pained gasp. She twisted violently onto her side, facing away from Neeko. The chameleon was at Ezreal’s side in an instant.

“Ezreal?!” Neeko, unsure what to do, placed her hands on the blonde's shoulder. The scent from earlier dissipated, giving Neeko a chance to think straight properly.

Ezreal curled into the foetal position, growling in pain through her teeth. Tears spilled through closed eyes while choked sobs bit between her growling.

“Something burning. Inside!” Ezreal grunted out, rolling onto her front, her posterior raised up. Neeko watched with a mix of shock, fear and awe. There was a tail sprouting from his tailbone. Covered in golden scales.

Neeko was speechless. Not only was a tail growing, but so was Ezreal. Soon, Ezreal’s pained gasps were replaced with slow groans of relief. The tail grew outward like a golden, slithering snake. It grew wider the further it sprouted outward. The base was as thick as both her thighs, and the length of her friend's new appendage rounded out to nearly a metre.

Ezreal sat up, breathing heavily. She’d grown by a foot, and her hair had reached just past her jawline. Neeko was thankful that her breasts and butt stayed the same. Any larger would have been ridiculous. Ezreal silently took off her magical gauntlet, revealing her inch long nails on both hands

‘What is happening to Ezreal? Not a boy now, not a human? What is?’

Neeko was broken from her thoughts as she was tackled to the ground.

“It’s getting hotter,” Was all the warning Neeko got, her mouth stolen away by the busty woman atop her. Neeko gave a weak, muffled groan, trying to push Ezreal off. Whatever was happening to her friend was clearly changing her mind as well as her body. But compared to Ezreal, Neeko was far weaker.

Sharp nails dug into Neeko’s green shoulders. The chameleon squeaked, which was exactly what Ezreal wanted. Her tongue slithered in, matching in length with Neeko’s. For the dozenth time that day, Neeko’s eyes flew open, a shuddering groan was stolen from her open mouth.

Ezreal lifted herself off the chameleon with a sigh. Her nails scratched her way down Neeko’s arms, latching onto the thin girl’s wrists. They were brought up. Neeko shivered. Was the changed explorer going to dominate her now?

Her hands were instead placed on the explorers chest. Making them awkwardly rotate and push softly.

“C’mooon,” Ezreal whined, “do the thing you were doing before.”

Neeko watched on in confusion as her hands were forced against those ridiculously sized breasts. She figured that Ezreal meant for her to take control, but the radical changes in Ezreal’s Sho'ma gave her pause.

“Are you feeling okay?” Neeko rose up, meeting Ezreal halfway up.

“I don’t know. I’m so hot, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. My head is dizzy, like I need you to hold me down,” in a flash, Ezreal tore off Neeko’s ragged shirt. Neeko recoiled, but was quickly held in the Explorers cushiony embrace. Ezreal whispered into her ear, “I need you to help me with this heat.”

Neeko felt a flush of arousal spill down her spine. Almost giving in to the torrent of lust that demanded she control the transforming woman in front of her. But that impulse was tempered by her concern.

“You will do what Neeko says?” Ezreal nodded, cooing as Neeko’s hands curled around her stomach toward her back, “Tell me how this feels then.”

The blonde hissed and winced, as Neeko’s hands gently curled around the base of her new tail. She hid her face in the crook of Neeko’s neck.

“It is sensitive, maybe more than Neeko’s. All tails are, but yours is new,” Neeko rubbed her hands in small circles on the blonde’s back, “we have to be gentle. No more roughness.”

Ezreal nodded, clutching onto the Chameleon's smaller body. Ezreal gave small pecks on Neeko’s neck. The smaller girl hummed appreciatively, “That’s it, we will be gentle. Show Neeko how gentle Ezreal is. How much do you want Neeko?”

“Lots,” she whispered.

Neeko leaned backwards, pulling Ezreal down with her, “How much do you want to please Neeko?”

Small pecks turned to long, wet kisses.

“Lots,” Ezreal groaned louder, following Neeko down until she was laying atop her. Neeko curled her fingers around one of Ezreal's wrists, slowly pulling it down under her stomach.

“Are you needy for Neeko?”

“Yes,” Ezreal quietly hissed against the reddened skin, opting to suck lightly on Neeko’s neck. Ezreal’s fingers tickled through Neeko’s unkempt hair. Neeko gasped, letting her hand trail back up Ezreal’s arm

“Show Neeko.”

The flat of Ezreal’s fingers pressed into her warm sex. The blonde was at least sensible enough to keep her nails away from her sensitive flesh. A slow exhale and a smile on Neeko’s face told the explorer enough that she was doing it right.

Neeko slid her fingers into Ezreal’s hair, bringing her back down into Neeko’s neck. Littering it with long kisses. Neeko’s tail had slid from under her, finding its way around Ezreals. The blonde hissed, but continued kissing and sliding her fingers up and down Neeko’s lower lips. Her fingers weren’t incredibly creative. But Neeko had time, and she wasn’t expecting Ezreal to be a master at pleasure.

“My tongue feelsh funneh.” Ezreal whimpered. Neeko’s eyes widened as the tongue in question slipped out of the blonde's lips. It was forked like a snake’s one, and was spilling out of her mouth all the way down to her huge tits. It was a thick appendage, wet with saliva.

Neeko bit her lip, watching the tongue wave from side to side in fascination. Ezreal looked startled, his eyes cross eyed trying to look at his tongue. It flexed upward, and Neeko couldn’t help but be drawn in toward the forked tip.

Before Ezreal could say anything more, Neeko rose up and pressed her tongue between the forked part of his. Ezreal shuddered lightly, and resumed his circular motions against Neeko’s sex. The chameleon girl grinned, running the tip of her tongue against the full length of Ezreal. The dominant side of Neeko relished in seeing Ezreal’s eyes roll up from the sensation. Neeko took it as a hint towards Ezreal’s deeper kinks. She ran her tongue back down Ezreal’s, who groaned throatily in return. Then, Neeko slowly let the full length of her tongue creep out between her lips.

Ezreal, not having much control of his tongue, could only whimper and moan as her tongue was coiled around by Neeko’s thinner, more dextrous one. The tip of Ezreal’s forked tongue was taken into Neeko’s lips. Although, being out in the air so long made both their slimy appendages dry out, giving Neeko an idea.

“Whan oo ee omehing coo?” Neeko asked in broken english. Ezreal, confused at her words, had only a second to comprehend what the chameleon had said. In a flash, the entirety of her tongue swallowed down into Neeko’s throat. The feeling of having her tongue so easily taken into Neeko’s throat sent Ezreal to cloud nine. Her hips shook as a warm liquid filled her underwear. Their lips were held firm together, Neeko’s own tongue coiled tightly to the base of Ezreal’s tongue.

Neeko suppressed the urge to laugh at Ezreal’s mindbroken face. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her body fell slack against her, save for her hips which had risen into the air and began shaking wildly. Her fingers were no longer paying Neeko any attention, but the Chameleon didn’t mind, too enamoured with Ezreal’s reaction.

Neeko still retained a degree of control over her tongue, and squeezed and rolled around Ezreal’s tongue and mouth. She brought her hands up to take Ezreal’s large breasts in hand, the flesh spilling out between her green finger tips. Ezreal grunted, the feeling of her new chest only a mild pleasure compared to her new, sensitive tongue being squished by a tight, wet throat.

Neeko couldn’t hold her breath forever though, considering how there was a tongue blocking the way, and slowly pushed the tongue back into Ezreal’s mouth, without separating their lips. It was a slow process, and Ezreal eventually understood what Neeko was doing. Only after she’d come out of her sexual high. Soon, Ezreal’s forked tongue was back where it belonged.

Both stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily from the exchange of tongue. Ezreal swallowed visibly, apparently sharing most of the saliva between the two, a satisfied moan followed.

“Thank you for helping with that.” Ezreal broke the silence first, no longer slurring his words.

“No Ezreal,” Neeko smirked slyly, running her tongue over her lips, enjoying how Ezreal’s eyes flickered to her mouth, “thank you.”

Neeko’s hand slyly fell under Ezreal’s pants. The explorer made a squeak of surprise. Apparently Neeko snuck a hand down while the blonde was lost in pleasure. Her other hand was still rolling a breast, her index and middle finger lightly squeezing a pink nipple.

Green fingers slid under a tight waistband, and slowly brushed past unkempt hair, soaked in glue-like substance, until her tips met a throbbing-

‘Throbbing?’ Neeko paused.

“Do I still have..?” Ezreal froze in bewilderment.

Neeko pushed the blonde back, earning a small whine from Ezreal, as her sensitive tail was pushed into the ground. Neeko pulled off the explorer’s pants with a serious expression, and was met face first with a large, fleshy shaft covered in semen. It didn’t have the testicles accompanying it, and Neeko was partially relieved to find that Ezreal had gained a womanhood in her transformation process. Until the semen-soaked stench hit her, and she reared back in properly processed shock.

“T-That is a penis!” She panicked, pointing at it like it was a dangerous weapon.

Ezreal, who was far more lax, looked at it curiously, “Weird. I can’t feel it there. But I can feel the girly part just fine. In fact if I felt like I came from the other part,” he testingly poked the still erect head and mumbled, “feels numb.”

“Neeko thought you transformed into a girl?”

“Well maybe the change wasn’t complete? Or maybe it was. This thing is huge compared to my initial size,” She paused, then grumbled,” And I'm not sure how to feel about that.”

“Neeko is not sure how to feel with a penis.” She bit her lip and looked away. She admitted, Ezreal as she was now, was very pretty. Neeko felt her chest do all sorts of crazy things whenever she saw her eyes. But then that penis had to get involved and mess everything up.

“Oh, well,” That dumb, beautiful blonde sighed, “I could always find someone else? Piltover is full of weird perverts, so maybe-”

Ezreal continued talking, but Neeko had long since stopped listening. The word ‘Piltover’ sent Neeko into a grouchy mood, her domme persona coming to light. Why would she let someone she’s kissed and touched all over leave and find someone in Piltover of all places?

“You are a girl down there too?” She asked, the edge in her voice masked by its natural innocence. Ezreal stopped talking and furrowed her brow.

“Yeah?”

“Good…” Neeko grinned, “Neeko will make an exception. Neeko will probably tease you more for it. But first,” She trailed off, a toothy smirk and hooded, amber eyes eyeing the blonde mischievously.

She pulled Ezreal forward, simultaneously leaning back and tearing off her own pants. She dragged Ezreal down to her now exposed womanhood, and locked her thighs around the blonde’s head. Neeko shivered as Ezreal’s awestruck eyes stared at her between her legs.

“Neeko will teach you how to pleasure a woman,” Neeko widened her knees outward, no longer locking Ezreal in. She suppressed a giggle at Ezreal’s wide eyes at her bare sex, obvious arousal already present.

“You get my questions right, you can do more to me. That sounds a fair deal?” Neeko taunted, using her tail to sashay her wips slowly from side to side. It wasn’t entirely true, her deal. She’d let Ezreal learn from trial and error, and he could get the question wrong as many times as she needed.

“I’m in.” Ezreal grinned, but the small wince in her eyes betrayed the confidence. She was unsure and nervous, and her Sho'ma proved it.

“What do you do with your hands?” Neeko asked. Ezreal bit her lip in thought, looking back down at Neeko’s warm sex. Ezreal didn’t know it, but that look was filling Neeko with all sorts of butterflies.

‘Being desired is, ancestors, it feels so good to feel like this.’

“I can’t use them inside you because of the nails,” Ezreal started slowly, “but I can use them on your skin, lightly.”

Neeko smiled, nodding her head to continue.

The claw-like nails slowly rested on Neeko’s thighs. Ezreal may not have noticed yet, but Neeko could see more golden scales developing on his hands past his wrists. She would’ve put more thought into it, but had to focus on not moaning. Sharp tips raked against her thighs slowly, dragging down to her knees, then back toward her crotch. He was careful not to get too close to her more sensitive flesh, but insisted on moving his face close enough to feel his hot breath.

“Ezreal’s hands are busy. It is good, but,” Neeko swallowed, trying to hold back another groan, “There’s a reason why I moved your head there, can you guess why?”

Ezreal gave her a hooded smile, and let her tongue slowly slide out between her pressed lips. A foot long tongue flexed powerfully. Neeko was surprised that the blonde had figured out how to control it so fast. That initial surprise turned to anticipation, watching that saliva coated appendage curl, just above her slit.

“Good answer.” Neeko whispered, a languid lick followed soon after from that dangerous tongue. It had her gasp, and she flexed her hips upward in response. At first, Ezreal would use the first few inches to give the full length of her aching sex slow, tormenting licks. Neeko nearly cried out after a particularly hard lick pressed against her clitoral hood, but clenched her lips closed. She didn’t want to relinquish control of the situation.

Retaining control would be particularly hard because, to Neeko’s delight and surprise, Ezreal was a fast learner. After her small, barely contained outburst, Ezreal assaulted her pleasure button with the full length of that accursed tongue, still managing to trail her nails up and down Neeko’s thighs. She leaned in closer to her crotch, a combination of natural lubricant and Ezreal’s saliva making her impossibly wet. Using the forked end of her tongue, she masterfully exposed her clit, and pressed either side of it between those two tips.

‘Is she really a virgin?’ Neeko numbly thought, enjoying the sensation overwhelming her body, but still bewildered at the blondes fast learning ability.

Neeko could barely hold on to her composure, pressing a fist to her mouth, and the other had held her hand in Ezreal’s hair. It was too soon for her to be cumming. She wanted this to last. She peeked open her amber eyes, looking down at the woman giving her attention. Her hips shook as she met Ezreal’s, and couldn’t hold back the moan that followed.

“N-next question!” Neeko quickly followed, not wanting Ezreal to get ahead of themselves, “What could you do with such a thick tongue?”

Ezreal leaned back, a knowing look in her eyes, his tongue resting against her chin. Neeko almost wished she’d let Ezreal keep going, but there was more to do with that tongue.

“Thith.”

Before Neeko could ask, Ezreal’s tongue retreated back into her mouth, then, in the same motion, she dove in and pressed lips against Neeko’s lower ones in a loving, messy kiss. Neeko gasped at the sudden contact, her voice died and came out in long whines. She brought her hands down to Ezreal’s scalp and pushed her in further. She couldn’t look away from those eyes. She didn’t want to. She wanted to be lost in those eyes forever, so long as that mouth kept eating her out.

Ezreal’s tongue shot out, filling her pussy out entirely. Neeko curled inwards, a lust-filled gasp left her small lips. Ezreal’s arms had wrapped around the chameleon's thighs, her hands holding her knees. Neeko, in her moment of weakness, must have wrapped her legs around Ezreal’s head again.

That naughty tongue pumped in and out of her wildly. Her rhythm stayed mostly the same, but there was no consistency for where it would press. There were pros and cons to this, Neeko knew that her rushed thrusting was the result of excitement. And where she lacked skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. Neeko was also glad she wasn’t getting her pleasure spots attacked over and over at this speed, or she’d be brought to orgasm rather dissatisfied.

She wanted this to go for as long as possible. Before Ezreal left her too.

Ezreal, seemingly full of surprise, pulled away from Neeko, revealing more of that foot long tongue, still thrusting away at her.

“What is-”

“Heheh.”

Ezreal pressed the flat of her tongue against the rest of Neeko’s sex, the grinding motion of that bumpy appendage sent her hips shaking. Her clit and insides being assaulted simultaneously was too much. Neeko clenched her teeth, trying her best to hold back the incoming sensations. Her tongue was simply too much, and this virgin was giving her a better time than some of her previous lays.

She nearly lost her mind when Ezreal’s claws raked harshly down her thighs, his hands cupping a handful of the chameleon girl's ass. Bringing her up further, she rested the back of her knees on Ezreal’s shoulders, giving the blonde more access.

There was too much sensory input. Her legs shook as she came, staring into Ezreal’s mischievous eyes. Then, her eyes widened, as her sight travelled upward. Neeko, amidst her orgasm, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Ezreal wasn’t reacting to it, so it all must have been in her head. Some sort of playful illusion from her brain.

Ezreal brought herself up, gently letting Neeko’s legs fall to the ground.

“Hah, how was that?” Ezreal grinned, a full set of pearly whites on display. The proper answer Neeko would’ve given would’ve been positive, and in any other circumstance, the raging hardon that was so close to her crotch would’ve had her worried. But she was still way too focused on his head.

“Horns.” Was the only response Neeko could muster in her breathless state. Confused, Ezreal tried looking up, like the dumb, sexy blonde she was. Realizing his mistake, she bashfully brought her hands up to either side of her head. There were two, ivory white horns on either side of her blonde head. They curled backwards like a sideways ‘J’, with the tips pointing upwards at the back of her head.

Neeko was thankful for that at least, she did not want to be stabbed by horns mid-foreplay.

“That’s cool, I- Oh!” Ezreal leapt up, and now Neeko couldn’t help but follow that bouncing penis. She nearly burst out laughing, but Ezreal turned around, giving her a great view of that huge, perky butt.

‘Neeko like.’

“Is this an ascension pedestal? Or maybe one of the first attempts for ascension?” Ezreal shook her head, unaware of the creeping chameleon sneaking up behind him, “We’re not too far from Shurima, but it seems far fetched to call this ascension. The latent magic in the air is entirely gone. Therefore, there was only one charge for this whole ritual. Was it a ritual then? Or was it- hahn?!”

That cute moan was the only thing Neeko needed to hear. She had taken handfuls of that ass, and began littering Ezreal’s back with tiny pecks.

“It is rude to ignore a needy woman, Ezreal,” Neeko grinned, the smile of hers had an edge that left Ezreal nervous, “Neeko will have to teach a more, direct lesson.”

A glimmer of light flashed, behind the explorer. In a blinka perfect replica of Ezreal took Neeko’s place. Ezreal was suddenly very aware of the size of her own cock, now pressed between her cushiony cheeks.

Neeko grinned. While the chameleon was initially, and still somewhat, turned off when seeing a penis, Ezreal only bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at a reflection of herself. She wasn’t at all panicked, or even hesitant. Which led Neeko to believe that, when she was a boy, he wasn’t straight. Or was incredibly narcissistic.

‘Both.’ Neeko settled on, grinning at how Ezreal gave small grinding motions, tugging her fake dick up and down ever so slightly. Neeko sighed happily.

“Oh, Neeko has had one of these before. She found it gross, but on a body like this? It feels so right.” She purred, giving Ezreal a predatory glint. Both of her hands twisted the blonde around, then pulled, letting her lay on top of the disguised chameleon. Their large busts pressed together, Neeko cooed as their nipples ran over one another deliciously. Ezreal whined, unintentionally jerking off the fake cock, sandwiched between the blondes jiggling ass, while Ezreal's real cock was pressed between their stomachs.

At first, Neeko had thought to be on top, but she was still concerned about that newly formed tail. A woman’s first time shouldn’t be painful.

She lifted Ezreal’s hips up, revealing that cock throbbing like it was in agony, small spurts of precum spilling from the tip down along the shaft. Neeko averted her eyes, and lowered it to the real treasure, that pristine slit. Untouched by anyone, until now.

Ezreal squeaked against the feeling of the replica of her own, thick cockhead pressing against her sopping core. There was concern, maybe a little fear in her eyes. Neeko let go of those wide hips, and placed them on either side of her face, gently caressing her cheeks.

“Take it at your own pace,” She leaned up to give her a light peck on the lips. She stared into those big blue eyes, thinking long and hard, before coming to a decision, “I’ll let you take me afterwards.”

Ezreal’s eyes lit up, newfound confidence welling up in her Sho'ma. Neeko herself wasn’t entirely sure she’d go forward with what she’d said, but comforting her mate was all that mattered. Slowly, she lowered her hips until the head popped inside. Ezreal froze up, like something inside her had snapped and she was about to scream in pain. Neeko rose up, about to console her before-

“Ohhh, fuuuuck!” Ezreal groaned, her head falling into the crook of Neeko’s. Neeko opened her mouth to respond, and instead she gasped out as her entire shaft was swallowed easily by Ezreal’s snug hole. Neeko took a heavy breath, unused to the pleasure surging through a shaft that was neither hers, yet the pleasure was still connected. They both remained motionless, save for their heavy breaths, only pushing their breasts over one another. Time passed, and Neeko desperately wanted to sink her fake cock against those velvet walls.

“...Me.” Ezreal murmured.

“Hah?” Neeko panted, unused to the sensations battering her mind, another orgasm quickly building up from the last. Ezreal lifted herself up, and Neeko gasped. Ezreal’s round blue eyes had turned to vertical slits. With a mad grin, Ezreal lifted her hips up and repeated herself.

“Fuck. Me.”

Her hips came crashing down, and Neeko was reminded of the ‘heat’ Ezreal was whining about earlier. A fleshy clap sounded through the ancient room, followed by two moans of lust. That was the final push needed for Neeko to stop holding back. Both her hands, and the mimicked claws sprang up around Ezreal’s neck, not squeezing, but the threat was there. Ezreal shivered, biting her lips with the same smile on her dumb, beautiful face.

Neeko quickly changed that with a savage thrust that sent Ezreal’s ass clapping into the air, then falling back down on that pillar of cock. As soon it was halfway down, she followed with another thrust, repeating the process until loud, wet smacks filled the room. Ezreal, unused to the sensation, was quickly falling apart. Her mouth was an open circle, her tongue drooling out uselessly. Sometimes, if Neeko aimed for the perfect spot, Ezreal’s eyelids would flicker out of sync, giving her the fucked stupid expression Neeko loved.

She picked up her speed tightening her hands around Ezreal’s neck, doing her best not to scratch. Neeko grunted, this unreasonably sized penis carving out the blonde’s once pristine pussy,

“Did you imagine your virginity being taken by a dick, Ezreal?” Neeko’s new nails soon left Ezreal’s neck, and ventured downward to roughly take Ezreal’s -unreasonably- huge chest into her hands.

“No,” Ezreal a throaty moan spilled from her cushiony lips, “I thought I would-”

“But you are not,” Neeko smiled, “Ezreal is getting fucked like one your Piltover whores.” Neeko licked her copied plush lips and slowed her brutal pace until her cockhead was barely inside. She leaned down next to Ezreal’s ear, “and you love it.”

“N-”

Neeko didn’t give her the chance to speak, cutting her off by sticking her tongue in the explorer’s ear, and her cock rammed fully into Ezreal’s soaked womanhood. Ezreal straightened out like a board, a choked scream left her lips like a whistle. Her eyes crossed and her fingers and toes twitched.

Neeko grinned viciously, thrusting with reckless abandon, the woman under her thrashed under her, and her pussy coiled around her cock, desperate for Neeko’s release.

“Say you love getting fucked like a Piltovan whore.” Neeko bit into the explorers earlobe, getting caught up in the moment, and started to jerk off Ezreal’s disgusting dick. Feeling those juices against her toned stomach was so good- gross, and she relished in the strange excitement that welled up in her. The taboo of pleasuring a cock was something she’d never thought of. She didn’t find men attractive, but that wasn’t because they had penises. It was the smell and hair.

But Ezreal had a good, feminine odour, and the only hair on her was on her head, and the cute little tuft hiding under her engorged dick. It still smelled bad, but the juicy cunt underneath was all she needed to excuse it. Especially when she could use that cock for her own use.

“I-” Ezreal stammered out, another pronounced shiver ran through Ezreal's body. Her eyelids flickered like she was going in and out of consciousness. A stupid, fucked on grin splayed on her face, “I’m getting fucked like a Piltovan whore-” she said between clenched teeth, her sharp claws dug into Neeko’s shoulders, making the chameleon wince, but the explorers exclamation had her smiling in satisfaction. Her fake cock pulsed, her orgasm close.

“And?” Neeko gripped the real cock firmer, dragging her slimy fingers up and down. Ezreal whined and thrusted her hips into Neeko’s, tremors ran through her body and made her fat tits jiggle under her.

“And I love it!” Ezreal screamed out, her eyes flashing open and rolling into the back of her head, her body shaking. Her cock pulsed between Neeko’s pumping fingers, ropes of thick semen blasted out and was squished between their bodies. Splashes of semen soaked their heavy tits, its heavy smell made Neeko’s head light. The smell left her mouth feeling dry.

She shook the invading thought away, transforming back into her normal form.

Ezreal didn’t notice, and still held onto Neeko’s shoulders, weakly thrusting her hips into Neeko. Instead of finding a cock to push back on, her wet, abused pussy pushed into Neeko’s. The chameleon girl sighed happily and pushed back against it, watching Ezreal’s face slowly come down from it’s orgasmic high. A small groan left those pouty lips, followed by Ezreal’s face nestling into Neeko’s neck.

They laid there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. Neeko was unbothered by the sticky liquid cooling on her body, more content with feeling those big boobs on her.

“That was so embarrassing.” Ezreal mumbled.

“Oh?” Neeko smirked

“I’d never thought my first time would be-”

“Like that?”

“Well, yeah, but making me say that stuff. It felt so good, and it felt better when I said it and...”

“And?”

“I thought it would hurt?”

Neeko made a thoughtful noise, reminding herself of the virgin next to her. Or rather, half-virgin, she still had— well. She shook her head, “No, sometimes if a girl is aroused enough it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Ezreal made a small noise. Neeko wasn’t sure what it meant, but her Sho’ma had gotten quiet. Less noisy, and less lusty, but there was still that sadness lingering. Neeko gently pushed the blonde to her side, and wriggled upward. Ezreal looked up, a question on her tongue, quickly smothered by Neeko’s smaller, still sticky breasts.

“It is okay Ezreal. Neeko didn’t mean those things she said.” The chameleon quietly cooed, running her fingers through the explorer's thick hair. Ezreal took a deep breath, and nuzzled into Neeko’s chest, wrapping one arm around the Oovi-kat’s back. The blonde apparently didn’t care for the semen rubbing into her cheeks. They laid there for a few minutes, the warmth of their bodies the only thing fighting the coolness of the room.

Ezreal’s Sho’ma had smoothed out, there was still that sadness there, but everyone was always just a little bit sad. It was good to be sad.

‘Let it all out. Being sad now means you have more time to be happy later!’ She wanted to say, instead, she ran her hands through his hair. Sometimes things didn’t need to be said.

‘Is this what love feels like?’

Neeko froze. The voice that spoke in her head wasn’t hers. She looked down, finding pointed ears covered in scales. Ezreal’s shoulders and forearms, most of her legs, specifically from the knees down, were covered in golcen scales. Some of them glimmered like tribal markings, or the tracer lines she filled with her Sho’ma, that then pumped back into her.

‘What am I turning into? Will it stop?’

Neeko heard the blonde again. Something that hadn’t happened since she’d arrived on mainland Runeterra. Bonding the mind was an ability she’d shared with other Oovi-kat. Never like this though. She had never heard someone this clearly.

‘What’s happening to me?’

Ezreal had transformed from a ritual with only one charge, in an abandoned village, and had gained more of a reptilian appearance. Her Sho’ma was altered and put back into her, then was gifted a really attractive body, and both female and male appendages-

It all clicked.

“Ezreal touched Vastayashai-rei spirits.” Neeko whispered in awe, looking down at the transformed woman.

Ezreal looked up, confusion written on her face, “I did what?”

“Pushed Sho’ma in all the tracer lines in village,” Neeko started, bringing herself eye level with Ezreal, “all the Sho’ma collected, then you added Oovi-kat Sho’ma with yours in dance, then you push more Sho’ma in final pedestal. All the Sho’ma running through village became part of the Vastayashai-rei that lived here, and some of Neeko’s.”

Neeko stared into those blue, slitted eyes in wonder, Ezreal giving a wide-eyed expression of shock.

“My mana, or Sho’ma, or soul, whatever, was transformed, but since it’s mine, it could easily be returned. The pedestal doesn’t take mana, it pushes it back in,” Ezreal sighed, closing her eyes. “But a change of soul reflects the person, like a Darkin.”

Neeko quickly pulled Ezreal in for a soft kiss, only their lips pressed together. She pulled the blonde’s body closer, rubbing their skin together. She tried not to think about the rising shaft poking between her thighs, and focused everything on the full lips on hers.

She separated, pressing a green finger against those plush lips.

“You are Vastayashai-rei. Neeko knows because our Sho'ma is nearly the same. We are the same.” She pulled her finger away, sliding her fingers across Ezreal’s cheek.

“The same?”

“Well,” Neeko chuckled, a small tint of red on her cheeks, “You are not Oovi-kat. I do not know what specific kind of Vastayashai-rei you are, something draconic. But we belong together.”

It was Ezreal’s turn to grow flustered, her cock pulsed against the line between her thighs. Neeko bit her lip, the growing lust inside Ezreal was becoming louder. Her thoughts were filled by Ezreal’s desires, making Neeko have her own desires in tandem. She was sure Ezreal didn’t know how to close the bridge, but Neeko didn’t want to stop feeling their souls touching so close like this.

‘Am I in love?’

‘I want to be in her. I need to be in her.’

‘I want to be with her a bit more. Don’t leave me.’

‘It’s so hot. Hard. Hot. Hard.’

‘She likes girls, she wouldn’t want it in her.’

‘But it burns. More cock. She can fill me up again.’

Ezreal was changing. The transformation was getting into her mind. How long would it be until she loses all of her past self and becomes something different? Neeko felt partially responsible, guilt eating her up on the inside.

Another throb against her thigh made her decision, and Neeko leaned in for another kiss. This time, letting her tongue run over the blonde’s gasping lips. Her hands dropped to the head of that still hard penis, gently rubbing the purple head with her green tips. Ezreal groaned and nudged her hips toward the chameleon again. Earlier, the blonde explorer said she could ‘feel’ what Neeko felt. Because she was turning into a Vastayashai-rei, so Neeko wanted to try and let her partner read her mind too.

Neeko stared into Ezreal’s eyes, and let her soul be seen.

‘Be a good girl and stay still.’

Ezreal gasped and stared with wide eyes.

Oovi-kat spoke in emotions, not thoughts. It was much different to ‘hear’, compared to the Runeterran languages. It could only be understood by those who could speak it, and in turn, could speak without learning it. It was more akin to understanding emotions and speaking with them through the soul. Like Ezreal had been doing the whole time.

‘Hush. Be still. Be good for me.’ Neeko spoke again, feeling up the thick shaft. Any penis being shown to her would’ve been enough to send her into a frightful rage, tearing it off with magic and beating the man that would’ve desecrated her eyes. She found irony in stroking off a foot long cock with thick, pumping veins scattered under the squishy, yet firm, skin.

‘You’re such a good person. Such a brave person. Don’t be afraid. Just feel my hands,’ She didn’t apply much pressure to his penis, afraid that she’d damage one of those bumpy veins. Though, she had to admit, feeling them pump blood so fast under her fingers was kind of nice. It was so warm, bordering on hot, she’d wondered how it would feel inside her, as both disgust and curiosity began to bubble together in a strange emotion. She paused her strokes, sidling down Ezreal’s body, still holding his cock, only letting press between both their bodies.

‘Thrust into my hand now, Ezreal.’ Neeko smirked at the blonde’s strained expression, her lower lip raw from her biting. Tiny thrusts surged her backward, surprising Neeko, but she held fast, enjoying the motions between her fingers.

There was another reason why she’d moved into this position. Their waists were now level with one another, and it was Neeko’s turn to bite her lip as she measured how much of that cock would- could, mess up her insides. It also gave her an estimate on how much taller Ezreal was now in her new form. Neeko herself was around five feet tall, but Ezreal had grown far taller, bordering on seven feet.

‘You’re such a good girl, Ezreal. Keep being my good girl.’

‘It feels so good.’ Ezreal replied, her ‘voice’ more clearer than before.

‘Don’t go any faster. Just enjoy it.’

‘I want more.’

‘You’ll have more with patience.’

Ezreal whined, keeping her pace steady. Neeko, turned her gaze down from that focused expression, and found two squishy breasts to play with. She took a nipple into her mouth, earning a sharp gasp, and looked up. Ezreal’s eyes were wide, apparently oblivious to the height discrepancy between them until now.

She pulled Ezreal atop her, spreading her thighs apart and resting that fat cockhead against her ready slit. Neeko bit her lip, staring past those huge tits into Ezreal’s surprised eyes.

“Are you sure?” She whispered, holding herself up with both hands on either side of Neeko’s head. Neeko nodded, the anxiety inside her simmering down as she looked at Ezreal’s feminine features.

‘She’s a woman. She’s a woman. She’s a woman.’ Neeko repeated those three words in her head like a mantra. She winced as the girthy head slid inside her, and found there was no pain like she was expecting. True, she broke her hymen many years ago, but she’d never taken anything so large before. Plus, this was the first time a cock was entering her. Ezreal gasped in shocking pleasure, as a couple more inches slid inside, making Neeko grit her teeth.

“Are you okay?” Ezreal asked, a slight panic in his voice barely contained. Neeko repeated the question in her head, and held back the urge to laugh. Physically, she was fine, in fact, she was tired of waiting and wanted that whole shaft to plow her into oblivion. But that was just it, she was uncomfortable with that. Her body was under her control, but her mind was confused. She liked women, and yet she was enjoying the feeling of a male appendage. Guilt, shame and confusion swirled together, unsure of her own sexuality.

Her eyes welled with tears, ‘I don’t feel in control anymore.’

“You could order me around. I don’t have to take you like this, but you can still be… use me.”Ezreal quickly said, pulling out of her slightly and looked away, smiling a fake smile. A pitying look.

Neeko’s eyes hardened as those confusing emotions were washed away by a tide of lust-consumed anger. She firmly grabbed Ezreal’s hips.

“Wha-”

“Don’t read my mind without permission!” Neeko growled, and unthinkingly forced that foot of cock inside her waiting pussy. Neeko froze, a snap back to reality as she felt every inch of her body scream in pain and pleasure. It shouldn’t have been possible for the explorers foot long shaft to fit inside, but she chalked it up to something stupid about magic, and her transformation making her the ‘perfect’ breeding partner.

She looked up at Ezreal’s face, which was doing its best impression of a silent gasp. Her eyes had rolled back, and her plump lips were full and open.

Neeko growled again, bringing a hand up to cup Ezreal’s chin and squish those cheeks with her thumb and finger, “Don’t ignore Neeko,” Ezreal’s head was brought down, giving Neeko the opportunity to violate every inch of that open mouth. Her long, thin tongue swabbed over teeth and gum in a messy liplock.

Neeko ground her hips upward, pushing that meaty cock around, relishing in the feeling of those pulsing veins against her flesh. Occasionally, her shaft would pulsate and twitch inside her, forcing her insides to flex around her. Neeko hummed throatily, enjoying the state in which she put Ezreal. She pulled out of Ezreal’s mouth, the blonde’s own tongue shakily following out, adding more to that ‘fucked stupid’ expression.

“Congratulations, Ezreal,” She taunted, “It took you turning into a girl to finally sink your cock in someone.”

“Hurgh- Ah?!” Ezreal collapsed atop of Neeko, who squeaked out a chuckle. He twisted her long legs around the blonde’s waist, careful not to hit her tail, and gave her a small push with her heels. Neeko groaned as that throbbing member spread her open, and flexed against her already pressured cervix. Despite her womb being utterly crushed, and perhaps even a few internal organs being moved about, there was hardly any pain. Every twitch was pleasure inducing.

Neeko shuddered to think of what would happen if she were taken as forcefully as Ezreal could manage. If the blonde could even concentrate on moving.

Her thought was quickly granted, Ezreal pulled out slowly, Neeko’s legs slowly rising as well. Neeko was surprised to find herself yearning to be filled, she’d never imagined feeling like this to a cock. Ezreal slammed back down, alleviating that empty feeling in a flash. They both moaned aloud, giving Ezreal all the reason to begin thrusting in earnest.

Flesh clapped against flesh as that veiny cock filled her over and over again. Their asses slapped together over and over again, and Neeko embraced every moment of it. Neeko still had Ezreal’s chin in her hand, her other hand coming up to hold the side of Ezreal’s face.

“That’s it, keep pleasing Neeko. If you cum too soon, she’ll never let you back in.” Neeko’s breathing grew heavier as those heavy thrusts picked up in the pace. Ezreal was no better, moaning out in bliss every time she bottomed out inside her warm, wet walls.

“Thash no fair,” Ezreal whined, her lisp returning from her still hanging tongue. Neeko giggled out another torrent of moans

“Too bad,” She grinned viciously, “Let Neeko help you with that.”

She pulled Ezreal back in for another lusty kiss, pushing her tongue back in her throat, before lathering it in saliva. Ezreal’s hands reached down to hold Neeko down by the hips, the chameleon squealed in bliss, but made a note to punish the blonde for touching when not given permission.

Neeko separated from the kiss, unable to keep breathing amidst her constant moans. Ezreal was much in the same state, one eye closed as she was focused on not cumming just yet.

‘Maybe I won’t punish her for that.’ If Ezreal heard that, she didn’t make it obvious, too enraptured with her own pleasure with stuffing Neeko full of fuckmeat. The chameleon cried out after a particular strong thrust, hitting a great spot she didn’t even know she had. She shook her head, hiding in Ezreal’s collarbone.

‘Neeko doesn’t understand. She doesn’t like boys, so why does it feel so good?’

“But I’m not a boy Neeko,” Ezreal husked into her ear, her thrusts taking a slower, yet deeper tempo, “I’m a girl. A girl with a huge cock, and you love it.”

Neeko widened her eyes. Had Ezreal only been pretending to be on the verge of orgasm? If that was the case, Neeko was definitely going to beat her jiggly ass red after all this. But what the blonde had said resonated with her.

Ezreal was right.

Neeko grinned wildly. The realisation that the blonde was right sent her Sho’ma into a frenzy. Ezreal was a girl, but a girl that could breed her. Breed her and give her a new, pureblood Vastayashai-rei. Be the first of many members to rekindle her tribe and the older Vastayashai-rei that lived here. The Dragons.

Neeko roughly dug her fingers into a large breast, twisting the nipple between them. Ezreal hissed, which quickly transformed a shocked gasp of pleasure as Neeko’s other hand slapped that thick rear into action.

“You are right, Neeko loves Ezreal’s huge cock!”

It may have been her admission that sent Ezreal into thrusting with wild abandon, but from how Ezreal’s Sho'ma swelled, it may have just been the ego boost that sent him into that state. Neeko grabbed either side of Ezreal's face and stuffed her tongue inside, sending them both into a downward spiral, where the only thing their minds could comprehend was pleasure, and what to do next to keep that pleasure going.

“More!” Neeko gasped, pulling away from Ezreal’s mouth to nibble on her ear. The blonde cried out, her legs shaking violently as her orgasm approached. Neeko, aware of this, and close to cumming herself, pressed her heels down to keep Ezreal from moving.

“Wha-” Ezreal dumbly opened her eyes, finding Neeko’s mischievous smirk.

“Not yet. Neeko wants Ezreal to give everything in one shot.” She licked her lips, remembering an uncomfortable conversation with Nidalee on the male orgasm. They would shoot out more sticky ropes the more you put their orgasm on hold, increasing the chance of getting bred good and proper.

“We could just keep going,” Ezreal tried, “I mean, we could do this every day too, right?”

Neeko smiled at the implications of Ezreal being her life-mate, but shook her head regardless. She dropped her legs from Ezreal’s hips, letting the blonde drive into her over and over, as she tried to find her rhythm again.

“No, Neeko won’t take it in her all the time. It is a scary thing to take, and Neeko prefers women for a reason. But,” Her line of thought was interrupted from a particularly harsh thrust, having her moan into Ezreal’s neck.

“But?” The explorer pressed, her thrusts increasing in tempo.

“But, maybe, Neeko can watch Ezreal take other women and make a mess of them? Maybe Neeko will join?” She whispered, a little nervous about the prospect of other partners. Ezreal increased his pace, clearly enjoying the idea.

“What would, fu-,” Ezreal hissed, closing an eye and barely keeping the other open, “would we do to them?”

‘She’s too easy.’

Neeko rose up again, trailing shaky kisses up the blonde’s neck, “Neeko could hold them down, giving kissing and fondling their breasts, telling them how pretty they are,” She paused, grinning and trailing her hands down Ezreal’s back, “When they get comfy, I’ll start teasing them, kissing their nipples and rub and finger them.”

She held Ezreal’s hips with both her hands, tightening her grip and slowing Ezreal’s rough pace down. The blonde whined, and her body shook as she was forced to slow down. Her cock was throbbing with need, ready to burst at a moment’s notice. But with this slower pace, her Sho’ma was in sexual agony. She would surely be impregnated with this load of filthy semen.

“When they’re ready, I’ll tell you to come over, and have your way with them. However fast you want,” To accentuate her point, she held Ezreal down until she was fully stuffed with cock. She let a deep, throaty groan rumble in her throat, teasing the blonde and edging him further. Ezreal squirmed and shook, her tongue lapping at Neeko’s neck as pathetic noises spurred out of her mouth.

“But never with Neeko. Neeko will take it as hard as she feels,” She licked Ezreal’s triangular ear, earning louder begs to move, ones she ignored, “Neeko will make them tell us how much they love your cock, how much they love my fingers as Neeko teases their clit and sucks their neck. Mmm,” She trailed off, letting her arms go slack, which was all Ezreal needed to resume thrusting, only a few inches leaving her drenched sex at a time.

“Neek-ohhhhh,” Ezreal couldn’t hold back the wanton moans from her mouth, most of them exclaiming her name. Neeko delighted at every moaning breath of her name, moaning along with the blonde as her pleasure reached a crescendo.

“Th-then, when Ezreal is close,” she stuttered, clenching her eyes closed to fight off the approaching orgasm, “Neeko will turn around and smother them with her butt, and steal Ezreal’s mouth.”

Neeko let go of Ezreal’s hips, her eyes rolling up as the blonde withdrew her length until the head remained, and slammed the entirety of her cock inside. She managed to retain a small part of rationality, remembering her plan.

“L-like th-this!” She squealed, grabbing both sides of Ezreal’s head and stuffed her tongue past those plush lips, coiling around that thick, slimy appendage.

Something like a muffled scream resounded through the room. Ezreal used the last of his energy to wreck her pussy with everything she had. Neeko’s eyes rolled up as Ezreal invaded her mouth in turn, tongues curling around one another.

Then Neeko felt it. Ezreal’s cock pulsed powerfully, and thick ropes of spunk filled her insides, coating those wet, velvet walls white. Stuffing her womb to the brim, until it flooded outside and spilled to the floor.

Neeko’s vision turned white, their Sho’ma coalescing together as they came. She wasn’t sure how long Ezreal had cum inside her, but it felt like her belly had bloated slightly as a result.

Their kiss slowly became less heated, turning to gentle pecks of the lips and lidded, loving stares were shared between them. When they separated, Ezreal pulled out her shaft and groaned in exhaustion and laid on her side, Neeko remained on her back, far too tired to move.

She did have the luxury to look down though, and found the entirety of her thighs were covered in semen, and more was yet spilling from her wrecked slit. She stared in bewilderment. Was this the result of some mild edging? Or was this transformation changing more things than they realized?

Neeko sighed, not bothering to think about it.

“I came inside,” Ezreal dumbly said, “And we’re the same species, would you be-?”

Her trailed off, concern filling his eyes. Neeko smiled, giving her a small nod, “Yes. The ritual that changed you was to keep the Dragon Vastayashai-rei alive. Neeko doesn’t know why, maybe it was to preserve the purity of their people, make sure they weren’t corrupted,” she shrugged, “There’s a reason you have both. And with this much, well—”

Neeko took a sharp breath, a presence made itself known in her belly.

“What is it?” Ezreal leaned forward, concerned.

“Neeko can already feel it inside.” She whispered, parts of her excited, happy and scared. Ezreal’s Sho’ma reflected her feelings too.

“You can already feel it?” Ezreal asked curiously, shuffling closer to the chameleon.

Neeko nodded, “Vastayashai-rei take longer to have babies compared to Vastaya and Humans. Gestation, I think it is called. But it is there.” She ran a hand over her stomach, “I can feel another Sho’ma forming there. I know it is there.”

Ezreal chuckled in disbelief, “I’m a Dad. Or a Mum. Both,” She paused, “What even is today.”

“You’d best stay with Neeko forever!” She playfully poked Ezreal’s chest, an excuse to watch how bouncy those boobs were.

“I promise I’ll stay with you. I won’t pull a ‘my mom and dad’ on you.”

“Well, good. Whatever that means,” Neeko giggled, “I will have to tell Nidalee, I cannot wait for her to meet you!”

Ezreal looked back up, “Who..?”

***

“Neeko, you useless lesbian.” Nidalee stared at her with disappointed eyes. After listening to Ezreal’s and Neeko’s tale, excluding the more saucy details, Nidalee’s silence was broken with that single line.

Neeko gulped, “What?”

“You leave the pack only for a few months, and you’re already pregnant.” She deadpanned.

“I-”

“Ezreal,” She ignored Neeko’s defense, and gestured to the blonde, who was rubbing her butt making small ‘ow’ sounds over and over. Neeko looked away and smirked. She kept her promise of punishment, only done with the sappy lovemaking for the sake of the virgin Ezreal used to be. The blonde in question waved nervously back, “should not have been there. You should have scared her off. Therefore he wouldn’t have to be in this situation.”

“B-but is this not a good thing? The Draconic Vastayashai-rei are back!”

Nidalee held her nose between her thumb and finger, “There are many good and bad things about this whole situation. But let’s start with what isn’t good, which is that you are now pregnant! And a Lesbian! Care to explain?”

“Well…” Neeko tipped back and forth on her heels.

“Wait, is that a big deal?” Ezreal asked, genuine concern on his face.

“The pregnant lesbian part is befuddling to me, but it’s not entirely bad,” Nidalee admitted, “I didn’t expect Neeko to get pregnant any time soon. Let alone to someone who was once a human male. With a mix-match of genitalia to boot. Apparently she has exceptions to her attractions.”

Neeko was flushed red, looking to the side in embarrassment.

Nidalee sighed, her shoulders going slightly slack, and the frustration in her face washed away, “I will say this. Looking after a child is not easy. To make matters worse, she’s having a child at her age. Her body does not have the proportions for an easy birth. We will have to up your diet in the coming months.”

“Wait,” Ezreal’s face paled, “is she underage?”

Nidalee scoffed, “She’s of consenting age. Which is why I haven’t impaled you,” Nidalee eyed him coyly, “and from what I understand, you both were consenting?”

Neeko and Ezreal nodded in tandem.

“Good. Ezreal,” the explorer stood straight, having the unintended effect of pushing out those huge boobs under one of Nidalee’s spare clothes. Neeko noted the brief hunger in Nidalee’s eyes, “Neeko and I will assist you in the ways of Shapeshifting. Perhaps then you will be able to continue your life in Piltover under the guise of your previous self.”

“But what about-” Ezreal started, but quickly shut her mouth as Nidalee held her hand up.

“That is not to say I’m forbidding you from staying with Neeko. You will help her raise this child, and you will visit her regularly over the next few months. Or I will have Rengar hunt you down for sport.”

Ezreal nodded slowly. He wouldn’t know who this Rengar was, and with any luck, he wouldn’t have to deal with him on a hunt.

“However,” Nidalee continued, “You must keep up appearances amongst your own civilisation. It is my understanding that you are gone from your home for some time regardless, so you already have an excuse.”

“Right.” He nodded.

“In the meantime, we must celebrate!” Nidalee exclaimed happily, surprising both Neeko and Ezreal, “It is customary for a ceremony and a feast between two lovers.”

“Like marriage?” Ezreal asked.

“If that is what you would call it.”

Ezreal blinked dumbly.

“I was not expecting any of this today.”