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Can\'t Handle the Bandle	By : Rathian_Heart Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 13954 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Can\'t Handle the Bandle
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“Oh, thank god that’s finally finished,” Tristana, the Yordle Gunner cheered as she gulped down the remainder of her beer. “Now we can rest and wait for the summoners to call us.”

“Very true,” Poppy, the Keeper of the Hammer agreed as she sipped at her ale. “It’s so exhausting trying to outmaneuver Jax and Xin Zhao. And don’t get me started on how unfair that Thunderlord’s Decree is.”

“At least we all ended up in the same place,” Lulu, the Fae Sorceress giggled as she idly played with her fizzing soft drink. “Even better, we managed to earn Gold III.”

The three yordle girls cheered as they clinked their drinks together. A new season within the League of Legends had begun, and although many of the champions within the Institute of War really understood why they were called “seasons,” many of the humans from Piltover had compared it to what they referred to as “fiscal years.” The majority understood the analogy, as after several months the Institute of War would reward its champions according to their performances and then after a few weeks of rest and relaxation, the Institute would announce changes that were being implemented in the way their summoners would conduct combat. The Piltover champions had continued their analogy with comparing the preseason placement bouts as a type of skills evaluation so that the Institute could see if their champions had continued to hone their abilities during their break from the Fields of Justice or if they had gotten soft. For others, the analogy went over their heads or they simply didn’t care, and enjoyed the opportunity to fight simply for the sake of fighting. In Lulu, Tristana and Poppy’s case, their evaluation having placed them at Gold III meant that they could essentially not have to worry about any summons to the Fields of Justice, but still be able to receive the most basic of rewards from the Institute.

To celebrate, the girls had decided to drink the cumulative excess gold from their ten preliminary matches. As it seemed many other champions had a similar idea, Gragas’s bar was easily earning and surpassing its name of The Rabble Rouser. In between rounds, the girls chuckled as the equally named Gragas raced back and forth between tables cursing about how he was starting to have to tap into his personal stock.

“Now that we don’t have to worry about any of that for a while,” Lulu grinned mischievously at Tristana. “What’s going on between you and Rumble? He’s been going on an awful lot about you.”

Tristana’s eyes widened as she choked on her beer. She coughed heavily, her eyes watering as Poppy clapped her on the back. “Excuse me?” She sputtered.

“You and Rumble, what’s been going on between you two? I thought that you hated him,” Lulu continued to grin.

“I do,” Tristana shuddered. “I don’t even want to imagine the things he was saying.”

“Wait a minute,” Poppy interrupted as she took a long gulp of her beer and wiped the foam from her lips. “Isn’t that scrapheap of his called Tristana?”

Tristana nodded and shuddered, the mere thought revolting her.

“Except when he’s Super Galaxy Rumble!” Lulu giggled.

“Ugh, that one’s even worse. The helmet and the scarf are kind of cool, but that spandex costume he wears? It’s super gross.”

“I bet it’s tight enough that you can see his junk,” Poppy joked.

“But someone who rides around in a machine like that has to be compensating for something, right?” Lulu teased.

Both yordle girls were grinning from ear to ear as they looked Tristana up and down.

“I don’t even want to think about that!” Tristana feigned gagging. “It’s already bad enough that he tries giving me all of these weird gifts.”

“What can he possibly afford to buy you?” Poppy asked. “I don’t think any summoner enlisted him at all last season.”

“Watch it be something really creepy!” Lulu chirped. “Like replicas of his penis! Or really slutty underwear!”

Tristana’s face turned bright red. She tried to hide it by taking a heavy swig of her beer, but the other girls had already noticed. Both of them shuddered, though Lulu giggled at the idea.

“Can we please change the subject?” Tristana stammered.

“Alright. What about you and Riggle?” Poppy smirked. “I bet you’re training him to do really naughty things.”

“I am not!” Tristana huffed. “And if we’re going to talk about gross, disgusting things, what about that hammer of yours? I bet you grind that hero hungry pussy against it all the time. And it was your father’s too, how gross is that?”

Poppy’s face turned crimson before contorting into anger. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? And who told you this hammer was my father’s?”

“Who’s the one who told you me and Teemo were hooking up?” Tristana angrily countered.

Both of them glared at each other before the realization dawned on them.

“Wait a minute,” Tristana began.

“It couldn’t have been,” Poppy continued.

“The fly boy!” Both of them exclaimed in unison.

“I don’t know how you could believe anything he says,” Poppy groaned as she rubbed her temples. “No one’s really seem him around for a couple of years, and then he just showed up on the Fields of Justice spouting random jibberish.”

“You mean like how you fuck your hammer? Or Tristana takes it up the butt from Teemo?” Lulu giggled and teased.

“Yes, like that,” Poppy sighed. “The old man was also rambling about how Ahri attained her human form and maintains it by constantly sucking a lot of dick.”

“Um, girls…” Tristana mumbled as she pointed over towards the bathrooms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Poppy mumbled. “And her in academy uniform?”

The girls watched in disbelief as Ahri sauntered out from the bathrooms. Her usually pristine and laundered academy shirt was untucked and her plaid uniform mini skirt looked twisted and uneven. In her academy guise, Ahri’s pink ears twitched nervously atop her disheveled hair and her uniform tie was undone. To top everything off, the fox spirit’s perfect eyeliner looked smudged and runny, and she was slowly tracing her lips with her finger to remove a goopy, milky white looking substance. She looked around as if she was expecting someone was standing ready to catch her and sighed softly as she sensually slurped the substance off her fingers before adjusting her tie and walking off into the crowded bar.

“Maybe everything he says isn’t just ludicrous stories,” Poppy mumbled.

“Then that means Tristana probably does shack up with Teemo,” Lulu giggled and teased. “And is training Riggle to sex her whenever she can’t get it from him.”

“Are you still on that?” Tristana grumbled.

“But what happens when neither of them are around?” Lulu mused happily. “There’s been an increase in demand for girls in the support role. I bet one of them’s more than willing to help you out.”

“I’m straight, thank you Lulu,” Tristana angrily grumbled.

“Well so’s spaghetti, until it gets wet,” Lulu giggled mischievously as she stared at Tristana with a sultry look in her eyes.

“Seriously? Is my sex life that interesting to you?” Tristana angrily grumbled. “I just can’t deal with this right now.” Tristana took a deep breath and chugged down her three-quarters full beer and angrily stumbled off towards the bathroom.

***

Tristana slammed the stall door shut. Thankfully the Rabble Rouser had a bathroom for each gender, and Tristana was too angry to care that they were each single use and Ahri had been in here only moments early doing who knows what perverse acts. Tristana swiftly undid her gunner’s leggings and, with some effort as the toilet wasn’t designed with yordles in mind, hopped up onto the seat. She spread her legs and sighed with relief as she released a warm, heavy stream of golden piss.

“Stupid Lulu,” Tristana grumbled to herself. “She’s so weird. Why does she care who I’m having sex with?”

As she continued to pee, she glanced down between her legs and sighed softly as she stared at the bright pink cloth thong that stood out like a neon sign against her dull green gunner’s leggings.

“She was right about Rumble buying me underwear though,” she grinned wickedly. “I bet that obsessed yordle would love if I peed on him.”

While she laughed softly to herself, she hesitated to notice that among the typical offensive and sexual graffiti, a large circular hole had been cut out in the side of the stall. The edges of the hole had been covered with duct tape and Tristana couldn’t help but groan at the terrible joke written above it.

“Zz’Rot Portal, huh? Have to do something to make that stupid thing seem good I guess.”

Her eyes widened and her face flushed slightly as from the hole, a long, black and pink mottled equine looking tube of flesh slowly slid its way into view. Tristana gasped softly as she hesitantly reached her hand out to touch the fleshy, floppish object. No sooner had her hand touched the spongy thing did she yank it back in surprise. The thing twitched and seemed to harden. It quickly dawned on Tristana that she was staring at a horse’s cock, and even in its flaccid state guessed that it had to be at least ten inches long from what she could see.

Her piss concluded, Tristana could feel her pussy beginning to dampen with arousal as she continued to stare at this stranger’s cock. Her breath was shallow and the equine shaft slowly hardened as a result of Tristana’s breath against it. A soft, feminine sounding moan echoed from the other side as the cock finally reached its full length of sixteen visible inches.

“Soraka?” Tristana ventured as she took that cock in her hand.

The Starchild gasped as Tristana grasped her cock. “Tristana?” She moaned. “Shit, I need to go. I’d thought you might be someone else.”

Tristana’s brow furrowed as she tightened her grip on Soraka’s cock and attempted to yank her forward. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you telling me you’re good enough to support me, but I’m not good enough to touch your donkey cock?”

Soraka moaned as she reflexively thrust her hips against the glory hole. “It’s not that,” she moaned. “I’d hoped you might be someone really slutty like Ahri or Evelynn. Or even innocent like Sora or even Lux.”

Tristana smirked as she yanked on Soraka’s cock again. “Lux, innocent? Please, I’ve seen her in the locker rooms with that stick of her so deep up her ass there’s no way it’s a lucent singularity.”

“Please, just suck on it. I can’t take it any more!” She begged and moaned loudly as Tristana handled her cock.

“That’s what I thought,” Tristana smirked as she took a deep breath and attempted to get as much of the massive length into her mouth.

At first she gagged as she swallowed four inches into her mouth. Soraka’s cock had already smelt like she’d skipped a post game shower, but once in her mouth Tristana was able to clearly taste the sweat and piss. Worse was at the head of her cock, she tasted what she was sure was dried cum. While she gagged, she could hear Soraka moaning on the other side of the stall wall and it banged softly as she thrust her hips against it.

Tristana fought to suppress her gagging, though rolled her eyes as the more she gagged the louder Soraka seemed to moan and the harder she tried to jam more of her cock into her mouth. With a loud gasp, she pulled the thick cock from her mouth.

“You know, if you just want to fuck me, you could come out from the men’s stall,” Tristana grumbled.

“No, no, this is fine. I actually like it more this way. It's kinkier,” Soraka moaned as she continued to slowly thrust against the wall.

Tristana rolled her eyes as she took Soraka's cock back into her mouth. Due to her yordle size, she was only able to comfortably fit four inches in her mouth, but her hands deftly stroked the other twelve exposed inches. Though she would much rather Soraka be able to take her small body and really go to town on her ass and pussy, she figured this would suffice.

On the other side of the stall, Soraka had pulled one of the cups of her Order of the Banana bikini down and roughly fondled her hefty, E cup tit. She moaned loudly as she dug her fingers into her smooth, purple skin and roughly pinched and twisted her dark blue nipple.

“I should remember to look for you yordle girls more often,” Soraka moaned as she continued to gently thrust.

Each time Soraka thrusted, Tristana moaned loudly and gagged on her thick cock. Between her legs, Tristana’s hand were a blurred frenzy as she pistoned her fingers into her drenched pussy. Her head bobbed against Soraka’s cock as she tried to match the speed and force of her sucking with her fingers thrusting away at herself.

“I really hope you’re used to swallowing a lot,” Soraka moaned as her hips slammed hard against the stall.

Tristana barely had time to react as she pulled herself off Soraka’s cock. The fleshy beast swelled and pulsed as it fired a thick, gooey salvo of cum that splattered against the opposite wall of the stall. Tristana shuddered as a small orgasm ran through her body as she thought of how that might have felt filling her insides. As Soraka’s orgasm finally ebbed and her cock quickly deflated, Tristana moaned softly and slowly scooped up a small dollop of the celestial’s milky cum as it slowly dripped and oozed down the wall. Slowly, loudly she slurped Soraka’s cum off her hand, she grinned wickedly as she could only have imagined what that cum blast would have felt like inside of her.

Her mind was quickly becoming consumed by a lustful have as she hopped off the stall toilet and hastened to do her pants back up. She moaned loudly as her thong dug almost uncomfortably against her wet pussy and between her large, bubbly ass cheeks. She slurped up another handful of the celestial’s cum and dashed out of the bathroom. Poppy and Lulu, though surprised by Tristana’s sudden return, hardly had a chance to speak with her before Tristana grabbed Lulu by the arm and dragged her from the Rabble Rouser.

“So much for celebrating,” Poppy sighed as she sipped her beer.

“Excuse me, madam yordle, but do you mind if I sat with you?” A proud, stoic voice asked behind her.

Poppy sighed and simply waved her hand in allowance.

“Ah, thank you. I’m sorry your celebration was cut short. I just finished my final preliminary bout, but if you’re weren’t opposed, perhaps I could keep you company?”

The sound of armor plates clinking together caught Poppy’s attention. She looked up from her drink and could feel her pussy immediately dampen to where her panties felt like she’d pissed herself.

“Garen, the Might of Demacia!” She exclaimed as she did her best to try and hide her obvious mixture of hero worship and instantaneous arousal. “Of course, of course. Please, whatever you like!”

***

“What's gotten into you?” Lulu mused as Tristana pulled her into her Institute quarters. Any further questions the fae sorceress had were muffled when Tristana pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard.

Lulu grinned mischievously as she returned the kiss, allowing Tristana’s tongue to part her lips and dance with her own. “What happened to being straight?” she teased.

“Shut up,” Tristana panted as she kissed Lulu again and shoved her hand up the other yordle’s dress. She barely noticed that the fae sorceress wore nothing beneath her tights, though she hardly cared at the moment.

Lulu continued to grin as she reached her hand down into Tristana’s leggings. “Oh my, a thong Tristana? Such a dirty girl,” she jokingly gasped. “And you're so wet too.”

“Before you ask, yes, they're from Rumble. And if you really must know, I just ended up giving Soraka a blowjob,” she glared at Lulu as she shuddered slightly under her touch. “So excuse me if I'm really horny right now.”

“That explains why you tasted purple,” Lulu giggled. “Why didn't you just say you needed a little support?”

With some effort, Lulu managed to push Tristana off of her. In an instant, her flipping hat and dress were on the floor and she was slowly beginning to work her tights off. Tristana, however, had other plans as she jumped the fae sorceress once more and simply ripped a hole in Lulu’s crotch wide enough to be able to expose her perfectly smooth slit.

Tristana took a deep breath and dove between Lulu’s legs. Although Lulu moaned loudly at Tristana’s furious licking, her technique was sloppy.

“Don’t just lick,” Lulu moaned. “Think about what you would want done to you.”

Tristana paused for a moment as she looked up at Lulu. After a moment, Tristana’s quick lapping turned into a slow, methodical attention to Lulu’s outer folds. She moaned loudly and shuddered as Tristana dipped her tongue inside her and gently sucked on her clit.

“Just like that Tristana,” Lulu continued to moan and grinned down at Tristana as she began to slowly buck her hips against Tristana’s face.

Her grin turned mischievous. “Transmogulate!” With a wave of her hand, Tristana's eyes widened as her mouth slowly began to fill. She pulled away from Lulu’s crotch and coughed gently as she stared at Lulu’s clit. It slowly bulged and extended as it took a more masculine shape. Tristana’s eyes lit up as Lulu’s magic faded and she eyed her new cock hungrily.

“Can it cum?” Tristana panted as she slowly stroked Lulu’s cock.

“You should find out,” Lulu moaned softly as she took Tristana’s head and slowly lowered her down onto her cock.

Tristana moaned loudly as she engulfed Lulu’s cock. She swiftly bobbed her head up and down the slender length, and as it was nothing compared to Soraka’s equine monstrosity, she was easily able to fit the entire thing in her throat. Lulu continued to moan as she bucked her hips against Tristana’s face and slowly playing with the other yordle’s white hair.

Lulu gasped as Tristana slowly slide two fingers into her wet pussy. She pulled herself off of Lulus’s cock with a wet pop and grinned wickedly at the fae sorceress as her fingers began to slowly piston away at her pussy.

“Didn't think I'd take advantage of the fact you only turned your clit into a cock, huh?” Tristana grinned as she brought her head back down. Her fingers had increased speed and both yordles moaned loudly as Tristana had managed to work a third finger inside of Lulu.

“No, I did, but if you keep doing that, I'll cum too soon,” Lulu stammered as she moaned and panted heavily.

Tristana grinned as she continued to vigorously finger the other yordle. She tried to match her bobbing with her fingers, which only resulted in loud slurping and the occasional violent gag as Tristana felt Lulus's spongy cockhead smash against the back of her throat. Without warning, Tristana’s eyes widened and she moaned blissfully as Lulu’s cum began to flood her mouth. Lulu shuddered and bucked her hips as she fired shot after shot of hot, gooey cum straight into Tristana’s stomach.

“That answers that,” Tristana grinned as she pulled herself from between Lulu’s legs and wiped her drool and the last little bits of Lulu’s cum from her lips. “It's so creamy too. I could actually get used to drinking your cum if it's always like that.”

“What happened to being straight?” Lulu giggled.

“You said spaghetti was straight until it got wet,” Tristana smirked as she shucked her leggings and thong and climbed on top of Lulu. The fae sorceress’s face was directly in front of Tristana sticky, glistening pussy. “Now how wet do you think I am?”

Lulu grinned and instinctively grabbed Tristana’s plump ass and shoved her face into her pussy. Tristana moaned loudly as she felt Lulu’s tongue slowly slurp up the length of her folds. When she pulled away from Tristana, Lulus’s lips were glistening and covered in her juices.

“Yep, that tasted purple,” she grinned as she licked her lips.

Tristana rolled her eyes and climbed off the yordle girl. “Since I'm obviously wet enough,” She turned her back to her and smirked as she shook her ass, the bubbly flesh jiggling and softly clapping together. “How about you go head and shove that hard dick inside me?”

Lulu grinned as she climbed to her feet and pushed Tristana to her knees. She moaned softly as she stroked herself back to her full hardness and positioned the head of her cock against Tristana’s frothy pussy. With a deep breath, she shoved her hips forward and speared the yordle gunner with her entire length.

Tristana’s eyes widened and she screamed in pleasure as she felt Lulu’s cock fill her. She moaned softly as she gently ground her hips against Lulu’s in hopes to scratch the itch Soraka had created. Behind her, Lulu had firmly grasped Tristana’s hips and slowly began to establish a rhythm. To her pleasure, while she pounded away at Tristana’s pussy, each thrust greeted Lulu’s hips with Tristana’s soft, pillowy ass cheeks clapping together against her.

“Oh yeah, fuck me Lulu,” Tristana moaned as she pushed herself back against Lulu’s thrusts. “Fuck me harder.”

Lulu grinned as she got a wicked idea. “You said is was Soraka that got you so horny? They why don't you feel what Soraka would give. Hugeify!”

With a wave of her hand, Lulu’s cock glew and Tristana’s eyes widened as she felt the yordle’s cock expand within her. Her thrusts felt twice as deep and her cock twice as thick, and Tristana slumped forward onto the floor. All she could manage now were loud, guttural moans as she drooled on the floor.

“I guess you like it,” Lulu giggled as she awkwardly thrust her now foot long cock deep inside Tristana. “You should see what it's like when I use it on myself. I always had a feeling Draven had a thing for shortstacks with king sized asses, but who knew his brother would like them with basketball boobies?”

Tristana attempted to roll her eyes, but her attention was quickly brought back to the pleasure Lulu was bringing her pussy. It took all that she could not to crumble to the floor completely, but Lulu seemed content to hold her hips up and continue her harsh pounding.

“My ass Lulu, please,” Tristana struggled to say in between moans. “Something, anything.”

Lulu giggled as she looked down and the jiggling mass beneath her. Through some effort, Lulu was able to spread Tristana ass wide while still keeping a firm grip on her. She whistled slightly as Tristana’s previous arousal had dripped into her crack and her asshole glistened as it winked and pulsed with desire. The fae sorceress put two fingers into her mouth and loudly slurped on them, and then without letting up her thrusting shoved them to the knuckle up Tristana’s tight asshole.

The yordle gunner screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sudden invasion, but it soon turned into gurgled moaning as she adjusted. Her hips had gone into automatic and ground themselves back against Lulu, her ass clapping against Lulu’s hand and made it difficult for the sorceress to finger her as swiftly as she'd wanted.

Lulu continued to thrust against Tristana. She moaned softly each time the yordle gunner’s pussy would tighten around her cock or she would feel herself brush against her fingers deep in Tristana’s ass. Though she knew well enough that her own pussy could handle such large cocks, Tristana’s incredibly tightness was beginning to wear her down. With a final thrust, Lulu moaned something in a language Tristana couldn't even begin to imagine was more than gibberish. The yordle gunner, likewise, moaned and gurgled in pleasure as she felt her pussy slowly begin to flood with Lulu’s cum. She shuddered as it felt even thicker than it had in her mouth, but she figured it had to be the result of Lulu’s wild growth spell. Nonetheless, Tristana continued to grind herself against the erupting yordle and clenched her pussy in an attempt to milk her to the last drop.

Lulu groaned as she pulled her cock from Tristana’s pussy with a wet pop. Her cum slowly began to ooze out of Tristana and she moaned softly as she slapped her deflating cock between Triana’s jiggling ass cheeks. Both girls panted and shudder in post orgasmic bliss as Tristana felt Lulu’s cum flow down between her ass and down her legs.

With some effort, she rolled over and motioned for Lulu. Though initially hesitant, the fae sorceress leaned forward. Tristana grinned from ear to ear as she grabbed a handful of Lulu’s soft, wild mass of purple hair and pulled her closer. Her lips smashed again Lulu’s and she pulled away before the sorceress had known what happened.

“I'm still mad at you for how interested you are in my sex life,” Tristana giggled as Lulu looked dazed and bewildered from her kiss. “But I guess any rumors about us hooking up are definitely a lot more true than any involving Teemo or Rumble.”

“It's too bad Poppy want able to join in,” Lulu sighed wistfully before grinning mischievously. “That sure would have been a lot of fun.”

As if on queue, Tristana’s door slammed open. Poppy angrily shuffled into the foyer and Tristana and Lulu’s eyes both widened as they took the sight before them. Though Poppy’s clothes still looked as travelled in as they always did, her twin tails were disheveled and uneven, and a thick, milky white substance dripped from her face.

“Poppy, don't tell me that’s…” Tristana ventured worrisomely.

“That's it what? Cum? Jizz? Spooge? Baby batter? Spunk?” Poppy grumbled angrily as she stormed into the foyer and dropped onto a sitting pillow nearby the two naked yordles. “Straight from the Might of Demacia’s supposedly picture perfect penis.”

Lulu couldn't help but break out in a hysteric giggling fit and Tristana, though she was better at keeping her laughter contained, couldn't help but crack a smile. Tristana pushed Lulu off of her and crawled towards the Keeper of the Hammer.

“I guess it's true that you should never meet your heroes,” Tristana smirked as she took Poppy’s gooey face in her hands and tilted her head to hers. She extended her tongue and moaned softly as she licked a thick, slimy rope of cum the the yordle’s face before she grinned at Poppy wickedly. “But think about it, how long have your panties been in such a bunch over getting a nice visual update?”

Poppy rolled her eyes as she playfully slapped Tristana. The yordle gunner smirked before returning to licking Garen’s cum from her face. She moaned softly as she felt Poppy’s rough, strong hand squeeze her ass.

“You know Tristana, is this is how you reward your supports for helping you, maybe Lulu and I are going to have to trade places one of these days,” Poppy smirked as she fondled Tristana’s ass. “I'm sure you'd love to know what I can do with my hammer after I shove you against the wall.”

Tristana grinned wickedly as she looked behind her at Lulu. Her clit had already returned to normal, but she shared the same mischievous grin as Tristana.

“Or you could always show me it's like being carried by a well fed jungler and top laner,” Tristana moaned softly as she kissed Poppy, easily forcing her tongue into the surprised yordle’s mouth and snowballing some of the cum she still had in her mouth. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

With great ease, Poppy shoved Tristana off her and the fae sorceress and keeper of the hammer dragged her off into Tristana’s bedroom. All the while Tristana giggled and moaned, “GG!”
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