Metagame: A Series of League of Legends Shorts_(0)

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Warning: This story contains futanari on female. In other
words – girls with dicks having sex with females. If the
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Eyes in the sky

Quinn returned to the ladies’ locker room
after suffering a crushing defeat. As she
removed her heavy pieces of armor she
overheard the murmurs of her allies.
“God, why can’t people just summon Vayne
or Caitlyn?” Katarina whispered.
“Even Urgot would be a better choice, at
least that… thing can initiate.” Shyvana
fired back.
Miss Fortune poked her head out from her
locker. “What’s the point of having less
than 550 range in the first place? When
does that ever work out?”
Though her face remained calm and stoic,
her allies’ words pierced Quinn straight
through the heart. She was always eager to
test her skills and put showcase the fruits
of her training, and yet nobody wanted to
see her on their team. If she performed
well and led her team to victory, someone
else would take credit. If she performed
well and lost, she would take the blame.
“Hey can you just stick to top lane or
something and let real marksmen do the
whole “carrying” thing?” Katarina shouted
from across the room.
“Why? So she can feed somewhere else?”
Shyvana added on. The rest of the girls
laughed. The whole room seemed to be
against her. She stared at her crossbow in
her hands and bit her lip. She didn’t want
to be there. She wanted to be out with
Valor, hunting in the cold northern forests
of Demacia, or even exploring in Freljord.
Though she enjoyed being summoned by a
competent summoner, Quinn was more
than happy to be off on her own where she
could enjoy the fresh air with only Valor at
her side.
She removed her ornate golden helmet and
placed it in her locker, scratching her short
purple hair. She looked over her shoulder
to the showers and could see they were
already starting to fill. Quinn preferred to
shower by herself. She sighed and wrapped
a towel around her waist before slipping
out of her brown, armored leggings from
beneath.
Most of the ladies in the League had no
trouble changing out in the open. Their
sizeable breasts, feminine curves and long
beautiful hair gave them the confidence to
prance around in the nude. But Quinn was
different. She was shorter than most of the
women, her breasts were small, her body
was toned and muscular and she didn’t do
anything fancy with her hair. Her most
admirable feature was her perfectly round
ass, the result of a strict workout regiment
and proper diet. Still, she did whatever she
could to remain covered when in the
presence of others.
She wrapped her towel tighter above her
chest and walked over to a small hallway
at the end of the lockers. Five small saunas
were installed at the request of a few of
the more influential female champions,
though they didn’t see much use aside
from the odd occasion. Quinn seemed to be
the only one who used them lately.
She walked to the last sauna in the row
and peered through the window, double-
checking to see if anyone was there, then
entered the room.
She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with
the warm sauna air and her nose with the
scent of cedar. She disrobed of her towel
and placed it on a hook near the door. The
saunas were meant to be used after the
showers as a way to dry off and relax the
muscles. However Quinn used them as a
way to hide until the rest of the girls left
so she could shower in peace.
She sat down on the lower level of the
sauna and stretched out her arms and legs,
revealing the other thing that separated
her from the ladies in the league. A soft,
modest dick wiggled between her thighs,
atop a pair of appropriately sized testicles.
She had sprouted the uncharacteristic
appendage after an unfortunate encounter
with a carnivorous plant while on an
excursion in the Plague Jungles.
She reached over and picked up a wooden
ladle on the bench, dipped it into a bucket
of water, and poured the water over the
rocks in the center of the floor. The room
quickly filled with a steamy haze and Quinn
let out a satisfied sigh.
As she got more comfortable in the room
her mind began to wander. She thought
about what mistakes she had made during
the previous match. She could hear the
voices of her frustrated allies and their
insults. She then began to imagine their
naked bodies as they ridiculed her. Oh no,
don’t think about that. She thought. Not
now, wait until we get home. No matter
how hard she tried to quell her thoughts,
she couldn’t shake the images from her
head, and she felt her cock begin to twitch.
She squeezed it tightly in her palm.