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We Are Struggling Together	By : CecilHoshino Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 23747 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Riven adjusted the hairband that held her bunny ears. It was still a festive time in Runeterra, and everyone was dressing up in fancy (or just silly) costumes. Riven decided to get into the spirit of it, and had a costume that was...quite different from her normal speed. In addition to the long white bunny ears, she wore a black one piece suit that cut off just above her breasts, fishnet leggings that went all the way up her thighs, and pink high heels. She also wore a black ribbon collar around her neck, and a white cotton tail attached to her belt.
She reflected on how this costume was delivered to her shortly after that match with LeBlanc as her partner. A note said for her to try it out, and Riven could tell why LeBlanc made such a generous gesture. And as much as she hated to admit it, she kinda liked it. As she turned on her tip toes to look herself over, she had to admit it made her look, and feel, sexy.
Luckily, it didn't look like LeBlanc was lining up to be on her team this match, or appear on the enemy team. She was with a team of Demacians, today. There was the half dragon, Shyvana, dressed in what she called her “Darkflame” armour. Riven didn't get a chance to talk with her much outside of a terse exchange of greetings, but she seemed...nice. Then there were the siblings Lux and Garen, going with a “Commando” theme, Garen with dark sunglasses, Lux with her helmet and visor, and both decked in green forest camo uniforms.
Lux had been the one to approach Riven first, and was very welcoming and friendly to the former Noxian, which at first made her a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't ready for a Demacian soldier to be so friendly towards the former paragon of their greatest enemy.
“To be honest, I thought you'd hate me,” Riven admitted to her.
Lux took off her helmet, still smiling that warm, friendly smile to her white haired teammate. “Nonsense. You're everything that's right about Noxus. If more people were like you, I bet our city states could be allies.”
Riven's chest felt a bit warmer, and she found Lux's smile infectious as one spread on her lips. “Thank you, Lux. It's nice to have an ally around my age.”
Lux laughed, and nodded. “Yeah. It's tough being a child prodigy, especially in Demacia.” Riven tilted her head in confusion. Seeing this, the corners of Lux's mouth started to twitch, and her smile grew sadder, more pasted on. “Maybe it was different for you growing up in Noxus. But...I guess you could say I'm everything that's wrong about Demacia.”
Ah. Riven began to understand. Her ears seemed to emphatically droop. Lux replaced her helmet, and nodded. “Anyway, good luck out there, Riven. I've got your back if you've got mine. And hey, maybe we can get a bite after the match.” She slipped her visor down, and walked off to ready for the match.
Riven stiffened when she felt a hand clasp over her shoulder. Looking up over it, she saw Garen smiling down at her, his sword resting over his other shoulder, sunglasses glinting in the light. “You'll do just fine; I've seen your performance in the top lane in previous matches. You're an absolute diva up there. You, me, and my sister should knock this one out. And with Shyvana and Fiora, it's a shoe in.”
Ah yes, their bottom lane carry, Fiora. Riven looked towards the famous duelist of House Laurent. Her swordplay was said to be a beauty to behold, and her rapier and main gauche were like shining shooting stars on the battlefield.
Of course, it was hard to tell, when Fiora was carrying around a ruler instead, dressed in a scandalously short pinstripe business suit, barely covering her breasts or her crotch. She tossed her scarf over her shoulder, and looked over at Riven, giving her a cool smile and a wink.
Garen left with a thumbs up, as Fiora approached. “Ah, you must be Madame Riven, the Noxian paragon,” she mused with a noticeable accent. Riven had to wonder just where she got it. “I heard your swordplay was remarkable, even with a broken sword.”
Fiora chuckled, as she slapped her ruler into the palm of her hand. “Now I feel silly leaving my sword at home. I would love to engage you in a friendly little duel. Although, I'm sure you must feel silly, yourself, my little bunny.” Riven blushed, looked aside, and nodded with a flustered smile. “Well, it is the season for being silly. Have fun with it.” Fiora took Riven's hand in a quick shake, before moving out.
Riven noticed that as Fiora moved, her hips had a noticeable sway to them. She attributed it to the (very) mini-skirt she was wearing. Still, she felt at ease; the Demacians seemed like a good bunch. What Lux told her was troubling, though. Then again, maybe it was just another way to show that Demacia and Noxus weren't so different. At the very least, she would be honoured to fight alongside them for this next match.
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“I've got you an opening in the jungle. Lux, go get that enchantment from the golem. Riven, help her out.”
That was the terse report that Shyvana left for them before just as suddenly moving out. Riven would just have to get used to Shyvana's briefness. She had a job to do. Throwing down a ward to keep vision of her lane, she rushed out to the jungle, meeting Lux ready to take on the massive golem.
Riven stretched her limbs, before rushing in first, crashing in with a burst of ki. Lux followed up with a ball of swirling, prismatic light, that soon burst, further rocking the golem and its lizard minions.
The fight continued like this for a while, until the golem was on its last, shaky legs. Riven smirked, and spun on her high heel, leaping into the air for one last cleave. With this blow, just a single strike from Lux should take the golem out.
What Riven wasn't intending was for the sword to hit just the right groove to carve in deep into the golem and hit the centre, causing the golem to fall back, and its blessing to encircle her. Her eyes shrunk in alarm. “Oh...” She turned towards Lux. “That...wasn't supposed to kill it. I'm so sorry.”
Lux lifted her visor, before closing her eyes and giving a friendly smile and a curt wave of her hand. Considering what Riven saw of Lux's smiles before, it was hard to judge. “It's alright, it's alright,” Lux insisted. “I'm just Fiora's support. Plus, I my runes are already geared to cool down reduction. And with you skills running off cool down alone, this might work out best, right?”
“Yeah...still, though, I promise, you got the next one,” Riven offered with a smile of her own. Lux nodded, and rushed off to return to bottom lane. After watching her leave, Riven turned her attention back towards top. “How's the situation look, summoner?”
“Jayce is coming in for a push. I figure we can pop off his minions and make him eat a turret shot or two, right?”
Riven smirked, and spun her broken sword in her hand. “Should be easy enough.”
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It was several more minutes into the match; the laning phase had broken down, and now Riven was joining Shyvana in clearing out the jungles, making sure they had a lock on the blessings of the elder monsters. At the moment, Riven was on her way to try and find the elder lizard. Unfortunately, the ward nearby had been broken, so she couldn't check clear to see if it was still there or not.
Still, she pressed on, and soon rounded the corner of the grove. The monsters were all gone; she had been beaten to it. She chewed her lip, wondering if it was possible Shyvana already got it...or Jayce, or their carry.
“Looking for this?” came a familiar French accent. Riven turned, and saw Fiora sashaying towards her, red runes hovering around her in a circle. The sight of her ruler wielding associate caused Riven to relax, until that same ruler went up underneath her chin, making the smaller, white haired girl look Fiora right in the glasses.
“Um...F...Fiora?”
Fiora's lips curled into a cruel smirk, before her leg swept out, taking out both of Riven's, throwing the bunny girl to the ground. Before she could ask what was even the hell, Riven was kicked in the stomach, forcing her to roll out of the way. Fiora continued kicking her until she was face down in the ground. “Now get up on your hands and knees.”
As Riven assumed the position, she turned to look up at Fiora. “What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.
“A while ago, my support came back without her blue buff,” Fiora explained. As Riven tried to push herself to her feet, Fiora lifted her foot and pressed it down on Riven's back, keeping the girl all four on the ground. “I was, of course, very disappointed in her, and she had to be punished for coming back so under equipped. Naturally, after her punishment was over, I decided I should punish the thief who stole from her as well.”
Riven gritted her teeth and let out a grunt of pain as Fiora started digging her high heel into her back. “Nn! So, what, with a spanking? Did you do the same with Lux?”
“Oh ho, of course not, dear,” Fiora assured, removing her foot. She then lifted her arm up, ruler held high. “I didn't have red buff with her.” She swung.
The wood made a resounding crack against Riven's bottom, only clad in the leotard (and, if one were being generous, the cottontail). But in addition to the tremendous sting of a ruler spanking, Riven could also feel a burning sensation, very hot, almost singeing her costume. It was a similar pain to when she faced those Ignite spells, only concentrated on her butt.
“Eeyah!” Riven screamed in sudden pain. Fiora swiped again, eliciting another scream, before Riven turned to look at her over her shoulder again. “Are you crazy!? What if somebody sees us!?”
“Oh that's not likely,” Fiora teased, tapping her ruler in her hand. “This camp isn't warded, it's far enough away from the main lane, and the elder is down, so we have the place to ourselves for at least a few minutes.” She slapped her ruler to her side, before making another strike to Riven's bum.
“Aaaagh!” Riven balled her hands in the dirt. “But what if somebody hears us?”
Fiora stopped her strikes again, tapping the ruler in her hand. “Mm, that is true; you have quite the pair of lungs, making for quite loud screams.” She pressed the ruler into Riven's mid-back, keeping her on the ground, and causing a warmness to spread on that spot (the lack of spanking kept it from being intense).
Riven kept her head down, trying to breathe and steady herself, when she felt Fiora leaning over her, and saw her hand in her face holding a balled of piece of fabric. “Open your mouth,” came Fiora's voice.
“Wha—auumph!” Riven was about to ask what that was, when Fiora shoved it in her mouth. She choked and gagged a little; it tasted like scented skin and a salty sourness that brought her mind back to being forced to lick and kiss LeBlanc's nethers.
“And don't you dare spit those out,” Fiora instructed quite firmly and cruelly, “or I won't just be spanking you with this.”
Riven whimpered into the panties. She recalled hearing just how many kills Fiora had racked up over the match, especially against a ranged foe; there was no doubt she could do serious damage with that stick. “Mmhmm,” Riven moaned, letting Fiora know she understood.
Fiora smirked again, bent the ruler twice, and recommenced the spanking. Her blows were coming down faster now, targeting each cheek and focusing on one specific every few swipes. At each strike, Riven let out another involuntary cry into the panties.
It was hot. So very hot. Her butt was on fire, and not just from the red buff Fiora's ruler was enchanted with, although that really, REALLY didn't help. Her jaw was sore from keeping the panties in, and her cheeks were starting to get stream stains from her tears. She lost track of how long they were doing this, or how many strikes had landed.
Her mind started to retreat, though, and found herself looking at the situation from an outside perspective. In the middle of the woods, there she was, dressed in a black singlet and fishnet stockings, and large, white fluffy bunny ears and choker, on all fours with her ass in the air and a pair of panties in her mouth. And there was Fiora, dressed as the sexiest of sexy school marms, adjusting horn-rimmed glasses as she rained blow after blow on Riven's ass with a ruler.
It was hot. So very hot. More and more, Riven's jerks and twitches at each strike stopped being hopeless attempts at escape, and more desperate attempts to absorb each blow. And her “Nnmf!”s of pain started turning into “Mmnn...”s of bewildered delight. They eventually had something of a rhythm going.
Thwack! “Mmph!” Smack! “Mmhmm!” Thwack! “Mmhmhm!” Smack! “Oooh!”
Fiora's smirk turned more into an intrigued smile as this went on. Her blows to Riven's butt slowed, before coming to a stop, as she lifted her foot up against Riven, resting the top of her foot against Riven's crotch. “Oh, are you starting to enjoy it?”
Riven closed her eyes, glazing over with lust, and an affirmative noise vibrated out of her throat and into the panties in her mouth. Feeling something against her crotch, wet and getting wetter, Riven started to unconsciously rub herself against it, as though trying to grind herself into climax.
Fiora laughed, and gently pushed Riven around with her foot, encouraging the bunny girl to roll over. As she put weight on her bottom, likely spanked and heated raw, Riven let out a sharp hiss, and desperately lifted her hips. Fiora then lowered her foot onto Riven's crotch, and started to grind her toes, lifting her heel out of it as much as she could. Underneath this grinding, Riven twitched and jerked about at the delightful pressure, moaning into the panty gag.
“Now, my little bunny,” Fiora cooed, rather sweetly for a dominatrix, “try playing with your breasts. Roll them in your palms, pinch your nipples, that should help you get sweet release.”
Following Fiora's advice, Riven nodded, and pulled down the cups of her leotard, exposing a black, lacy, almost see through bra. This, too, she adjusted out of the way, revealing her stiff nipples atop firm, white breasts. Riven lifted her hands to them, and played with them as Fiora suggested, letting out mouse like squeaks as she pinched and twisted her own nipples.
Fiora laughed, and pressed the tip of her ruler in Riven's cleavage; the buff must have been wearing off, as what was once a hot sting was now just a warmth, and it was spreading from the point through her breasts. “Yes, that's it, revel in it...” Fiora teased, bringing her free hand down to finger her own pussy, as her foot lifted a bit, before finding the area around Riven's clit, and pressing down on that.
Riven let out another gagged squeal of pleasure at that, picking up the pace at which she played with her breasts, and even doing her best to roll her hips to grind back against Fiora's foot, until she slammed her head back to the dirt, arched off the ground, and let out a muffled, orgasmic howl.
Fiora laughed, and pushed Riven back down to the ground with her foot. As the abused bunny girl continued to twitch and spasm a little, Fiora took care of fingering herself off, before she gave up, and just reached over to Riven with sticky, honeyed fingers.
“Spit them out,” she instructed, and Riven fished into her mouth, pulled out her panties, and gave them over to Fiora.
Wait, her panties? Riven felt up her body, and realized that she was still wearing her underwear; in fact, they were now soaked with her juices, clinging tightly between her crotch and the leotard. Then whose panties were in her...?
Fiora answered that for her by taking those panties, and sliding them back up her legs, trailing spit along her stockings until the slid up past her skirt and back in place.
“...So, why did they taste like cu--” Riven asked.
“Oh, when I was punishing Lux, she made cute, sexy noises, like you did. I guess I must have creamed myself a little,” said Fiora with a giggle. “Oh, my cute little bunny, I hope you don't think less of me. I'll admit, I'm a domme, but know that I did this to punish you for stealing from my support. The orgasm was just a way of keeping things civil between us, yes?”
“Yeah...” Riven breathed out. She figured it was just the haze, but even later that day, when her head was long since cleared, she still wouldn't find anger towards this. Embarrassment, oh, DEFINITELY embarrassment, but she had to admit, it was a damn good distraction from the fight.
“Now come on, we have a match to win. Our friends are putting the finishing touches, but why don't we put this on lock before the enemy gets it in their head to turn it around?” Fiora asked.
Riven nodded, before she noticed three very familiar lizards phasing into existence in the clearing, the big one in the middle surrounded by red runes. Riven grinned up at Fiora as she readjusted her underwear and leotard, a confident, challenging grin. “Wanna see who can claim that blessing first?”
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Riven's face was cherry red as she made her way through the halls; she had returned from the fight, and changed out of her costume, still stained with dirt, grass, and...herself. Starting them up on a thorough cleaning, she changed back into her regular clothes and tried to walk to get her mind off things, so embarrassed she let herself get swept up in the moment and let herself be a sub to a crazy french dominatrix in the middle of a fight! Her younger self would be so ashamed to see that.
Leaving her unable to see herself about to walk into LeBlanc until the witch called out to her. Riven jerked and tried to refocus. “Oh. Hello...”
“I saw your match today, you know,” LeBlanc mentioned with a wry smile. Riven chuckled, and rolled her eyes, rubbing the back of her head; considering the holidays, a lot of summoners thought it would be fun to have some gladiatorial fights just for the heck of things (sometimes, she could see where Vayne or even Nocturne were coming from in their hatred of the League). But with everyone busy being summoned for fights, to suggest having been able to spectate one meant LeBlanc had...plenty of free time today.
“And I'm glad you wore that costume I got you,” LeBlanc continued, causing Riven to blush. “It seemed like Fiora was glad for it, too,” LeBlanc added with a sultry chuckle, causing Riven to blush even harder.
“Oh, god, what did you see?”
“Nothing. It just showed you and Fiora disconnecting from your summoners and almost falling into the shadows. Of course, that might come from the costume; I thought, if you ever want to have fun with me again, I might as well enchant your costume to give us some privacy...”
Riven rested her face in her palms. She didn't know what was worse: LeBlanc dragging her into some costume sex in the middle of a fight thus necessitating a privacy screen, or the idea that Riven would actively engage in (or be dragged into) something so naughty that LeBlanc added that feature as a favour.
“I need a drink...” Riven grumbled. LeBlanc moved to take one of Riven's hands. “Alone. Followed by a cold shower. The coldest.” LeBlanc retracted her hand, shrugged her shoulders, and left, pointing towards a bar where Riven could get at least one of those.
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