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Lights!

The lights were already on. All that happened from one moment to the next was a series of floodlights and focus lights pointing toward their predetermined spot and contestant, illuminating them fully. The stage was awash with light, showing a broad surface set into tiers - some platforms upraised, some platforms chiselled down, with a flat center area surrounded by little stairs. A perfect platform for a gameshow.

Rows of audience seating were set up in the background, offering a direct, personal view for those that had paid enough for the privilege. Outside of that were soundboards, booths, and recorders aplenty, making sure that every inch of the life-streamed game-show would reach the thousands of viewers who had paid for the privilege of viewership.

Cameras!

The cameras were already on, too. They were already focused on the contestants, each of which was standing at attention in their predetermined spots - each one marked out by number and colour, making for easy visual recognition. At least, that was the idea. Each girl was incredibly unique, though, utterly recognizable, and there wouldn’t be much confusion about who was who this time around.

Cameras flashed across eight girls in all, each one standing upon a little podium. A variety of hair colours, dresses, and skin colours were on display for the audiences beyond - viewers that would soon rapaciously drink in the sights such bodies would offer. The eight of them squirmed, shifting a bit, nervous - but not for reasons about being on camera. For many, camera work meant nothing. The situation meant everything.

Those eight bodies were impressive, yet set in the back, away from the two figures that dominated center-stage. One was short, barely five feet in height, and the other was tall - eye-wateringly so, standing at six-five or six-six depending on whether one accounted for the horns. Huge and tall and broad-shouldered, the cameras needed wide lenses to accommodate her size. The lights needed to be softer, too, to account for the sheen her purple skin would cause.

“...Are you ready?” Asked a small, cute little voice. 

Shyvana, tall and broad, wrenched her head around and down. Very far down. Being at six-five meant that she had to look down to look at most people, and when those people were about five feet, she had to look so far down that it was comical. She was, at first, looking past more of her own purple skin than she was another woman, staring past the swells of her own chest and the cut line of her obliques, before she even caught sight of the big eyes she knew would be below.

And there, reaching to just about her navel, face-first with the utterly cut and chiselled lines of Shyvana’s obliques, was her co-host. Small, perky, slim, unassuming for the most part, yet pretty through it. Though tiny, her puff of bluish-pinkish hair made her head appear larger than it actually was. She almost seemed like a frilled lizard that had puffed out her size with hair-mass - and only her hair mass. Behind her stretched out a tail that was probably the equal to her height, if not more so; long and green and scaled and very distinctly lizardlike.

She wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothes - but, then, neither was Shyvana, either. Both of them were dressed in matching, identical outfits, both arranged and set like race girls. They looked like they were about to walk onto a race track and hold up signs, but would do distinctly nothing of the sort. Halter tops stretched around chests, one broad, one small; shorts wrapped around waists, one strained, the other comfortably snug. 

Shyvana offered a grunt. Her voice was deep and throaty, bellowing out of fire-blackened lungs. “Yeah. I am.”

Neeko, her co-host, beamed. She looked the part: she had on a subtle over-ear headset that stretched from one side of her head to the next, offering a mic for her mouth to speak into. She had a clipboard that hung from a belt upon her waist and no less than three pads - electronic pad, a wide-brimmed phone, and a tablet - similarly set upon her waist. Her phone was strapped into a pocket upon her thigh, too, making for a girl that looked very professional.

By contrast, Shyvana was as close to naked as possible. Nothing was on her. Nothing.

Neeko raised her hand. “Alright! Then - Action!”

Suddenly, a buzz filled the entire studio room. The tell-tale jingle of the show burst into life, signifying the start of the show proper. Dozens of cameras snapped into life, ranging from hand-helds to big, heavy things on stands. Shyvana honestly didn’t know most of it. She wasn’t the videographer or the cinematographers or whatever-the-hell it was called. She was there for one reason, and it wasn’t technology.

She might have been the host of the show, but she was more like a news anchor than anything more involved. That, she left to Neeko - Neeko, who was, even then, bouncing front and center, spinning her little body around with her tail curling, offering a quaint little jig up to the cameras. Shyvana looked upon it with a fond, familiar smile. The eight contestants behind them looked more amused than anything else.

It was like a bright and cheery Broadway musical production. Flashing lights, glimmering streamers, and a suddenly-dancing Vastayan girl in a skimpy showgirl outfit twisting around for the benefits of an audience that stretched across the land of Runeterra. A happy, quippy beat, a tinkling of musical notes, and then the lights were cast upon the host and co-host duo with full force and intensity.

Shyvana planted her hands on her hips. Her biceps, which were thick and lined with scars, flexed at the most subtle of movements. She raised an eyebrow and directed her gaze at her cohost, who fondly slipped around like a dancer on the stage, twisted herself around to her final stop, and then sent her long green tail curling out around the Shyvana’s waistline. It was an almost intimate moment broken up by the slutty costumes, their partial nudity, and, of course, the entire game show setup stretched out around them.

“Hello, hello! Welcome viewers both new and old to a brand-new, highly exclusive new episode of the world’s most popular game show!”

When Neeko spoke, it was like listening to an excited foreigner spilling out their heart’s secrets. Her accent was very thick and very stilted, with words coming out at the strangest of pitches, with the oddest of intonations - but she spoke the language fluidly, her tongue curling through Common in a manner that could only be described as eager. 

Neeko clapped her hands together, then waved them high above her head. Even with her hands up, she still only just about reached the top of Shyvana’s head. She elongated her slim, lean little body, then stretched out her hands in a manner not unlike a cheerleader, all so that she could ‘present’ the glowing letters at the far back of the room as if they were floating upon her palms.

“...Last Womb Standing!” Neeko said all too cheerfully. Her hands fluttered ‘below’ the distant sign, which, from the point of view of the camera, was almost ‘floating’ upon the host’s hands. Each letter looked like something off of a broadway play, the capitals cursive, the rest blocky; the colours a slick purple, the same shade as Shyvana’s skin, but festooned with bright lights and a luminously blue backdrop. 

The only non-letter was the O in the Womb, and it was, instead, shaped exactly like a heart - and wrapped around it was something like a white tail, very similar to Neeko’s own, which had wrapped and coiled around it twice over. The tail was plunging itself into the open center of the heart, speared through it, and jutted out the back end. It was unequivocally the representation of a sperm shooting through an egg, represented by a heart, set upon a broadway letter-stand.

The audience cheered as dictated by the producers. The cameras were surely lapping it all up. The contestants in the back, instead, offered a variety of looks, many of which were amusement; the name seemed to inspire nothing but comedy, rather than the seriousness it needed.

Neeko abruptly clapped her hands together and leaned forward for the camera. She took the lead, as always. Shyvana was more like a handsome door stopper than a real host in those moments. She stood there, ramrod straight, whilst Neeko paraded herself about - though her tail remained slunked around a chiselled, draconic waistline.

“For all of those who don’t know - welcome!” Neeko beamed. “This is a game show where a slew of lovely contestants perform some of the sultriest, lewdest little games Neeko can imagine, all for a shot at a big, hefty prize!”

Neeko flourished her hands in front of her. The next moment was a carefully curated event that she’d practiced for the last week: Neeko triggered a glimmer of her magical potential, and with a poof, a second Neeko appeared: a mere clone, a facsimile, barely useful for anything other than a stage-show like this.  

The second Neeko strutted out like a showgirl, wearing a ridiculously elaborate little outfit. She held in her hands a briefcase which had been set just off-screen, now collected and pulled up for the viewer’s benefit. It was a smooth, silver case, featuring the logo of the show on it - heart-and-sperm and all. 

The Real Neeko grinned. “Awwww, thank you, Neeko! Gosh, Neeko wonders what the prize is this month?”

She leaned over, rapped on the case a few times, pressed her ear against it as if listening to it - and Shyvana, with exaggeration, rolled her eyes. She followed the script as she reached out and slapped Neeko’s cute little bubble butt, making it clap loudly. The girl gasped, then giggled; the audience laughed, as required. 

“Hurry up, Neeko,” Shyvana pretended to sigh.

Neeko brought her head up and grinned. She raised one of her palms up to about shoulder height and extended it, as if holding prize money in her palm. “Thiiiiis time, it’s a grand prize of two-hundred-thousand Demacian Coin! Wow! And - oh, what’s that, Neeko?” 

The clone pretended to whisper something. The real Neeko nodded very seriously.

“It’s two-hundred-thousand, plus a luxury car - courtesy of the Lighthammer corporation - and a week-long, all-expenses paid trip for two to a Freljordian mountaintop resort? That’s incredible!” Neeko raised the other palm and repeated the motion, as if holding the new prize on her other hand. “And who’s competing for the big prize? Why, our eight new lovely contestants, of course!”

She brought her hands down together like a perfect showman and cupped them ahead of her, as if holding in her hands a single nugget of cold. At the same time, eight spotlights appeared on eight girls behind the hosts. Some squirmed in the light. A few naturally adjusted and put on faces designed for television - smiles and waves and grins and all. Neeko looked at then, as did Shyvana - and then back again, easy and fluid and practiced.

“But how, Neeko bets you’re wondering, do they get that prize?” Neeko pressed her hand on her chin and pondered on it. Her clone matched the gesture.  “Well, it’s simple!”

Shyvana cleared her throat to interject, as was her job now. “All of our girls are going to compete in a bracket system and face off in seven consecutive rounds to decide who’s the winner. But -” she held up a single finger “-only one can win.”

“Exactly, Shyvana!” Neeko reached out to pat her arm. Her Clone slipped behind Neeko and disappeared into a poof of light, taking the prize with her. Or, rather, dropping it into a little alcove below-stage. “Only one girl can win! And what, exactly, happens to our losers? Well…”

Neeko smiled and slipped into Shyvana’s side, moulding to her flank like a living doll. She was very good at that: flexible and slinky and suited for this exact thing. 

“They’ve gotta give up their wombs to this big, bad stud right here!” Neeko cooed. She reached out and slapped Shyvana’s flat belly, which was laden with abdominal muscles: a sharp six-pack that stretched from chiselled V to her breastline, all pressed against purple skin lined with little nicks and cuts from hard work and martial arts. “See, Shyvana’s one of the very last of her kind, and it’s all up to us to help her repopulate her species!”

Shyvana offered a sharp-toothed grin. 

Neeko arched out a single finger out to the camera. The others fluttered across sharply defined abs. “Did you guys know that there’s one half-dragon for every three million people in Demacia? That’s all thanks to the Demacia purges, everyone!”

There was a bit of grumbling over that - not everyone liked ancient history.

“So, Neeko is legally supposed to disclaim that, according to bylaw five-nine-two-B, Neeko has special permit to help bring the half-dragon population back up!” Neeko beamed. “So our winner will get a biiiig prize - courtesy of the Lightshield family - aaaaaand the rest will be put to work fulfilling our civic duties!”

Shyvana nodded very, very seriously. Her dick throbbed in her stupid little outfit. “Also, I’m legally obligated to disclose that this is not a civic duty and totally contractual. Which means… uh… everyone signed a contract. Yeah.” 

“Every loss incurs one child!” Neeko proudly proclaimed. “Except, ah,if you get a penalty, and then it’s more. But anyways!  Neeko bets you’re wondering: how do we know if a loser is actually knocked up by our big, bad, strong Dragon-Stud? Well!”

Neeko waved her hands and ‘framed’ the huge flatscreen set below the gameshow’s logo. It brightened up and showed a horned heart framed by another snaking tail of white that had laced through its core - like an arrow through the heart, resembling something far more lewd besides.

“Thanks both to our excellent graphics editor, Zeri, and our life-mage, Soraka, we’ve got a high-definition, personal screenshot into the insides of our lovely contestants!” Neeko said with a cheerful quip. “All of our contestants have taken a neat little pill, and that helps Soraka - who’s great with magic - to detect exactly what’s going on inside their bodies! And Zeri, well, she’s a whizz with graphics, soooo we’ll be putting on a live show about what exactly happens inside those flat bellies!”

Neeko started to sound a bit too enthusiastic about it all - fine under some conditions, not so much under others. She was, unfortunately, a giant slut at the best of times, and so tempering her out was necessary. Doubly so when she got into gushing about Shyvana: she was too into it.

“But don’t fret!” Neeko continued. On the screen high above, a simulated ‘sperm’ was attacking a little heart. “Shyvana is super potent. She’s practically a breeding machine! One gush of her big, fat balls, and she can knock up twins! So any girl here is totally leaving with a baby in -”

Shyvana cleared her throat. “Alright, Neeko, enough talking. Let’s show off the participants, yeah? Show me the hot pieces of ass I’m breeding this time around.”

Neeko giggled as if it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard - and then spun herself around usig her tail, much like a dancer on a ballroom floor. “Ok, ok! Neeko hears you! Let’s show off our gorgeous lineup!”

Neeko skipped on over as if it was the happiest thing in the world for her. Maybe it was, really. Shyvana didn’t know. The Vastayan girl was a bubbly, googly-eyed mess at the best of times, always gushing over Shyv as if nothing else mattered. She’d managed to put her entertainment degree to good use the very second the ‘draconic breeding act’ had been passed, and she’d secured the utterly ludicrous R-rated, XXX-gameshow for the simple purpose of watching Shyvana plow girls senseless - and legally.

Shyv let her do what she wanted, really. Which was, right then, to skip on over to the lineup of eight participants and, as if putting them on a silver platter, wave her hands in front of them.

“Without further ado!” Neeko cheered, “Let’s introduce you guys! Oh, but listen: this month, Neeko has a super stellar lineup, a real secret treat for the one-year anniversary of our show! Sooooo - let’s see the babes!”

The spotlight intensified on the first girl in line. There, dressed in an outfit that could be best described as a kimono, short-cut and eastern in style, glimmering with white and bedecked with almost diamond-like blue shimmer to it, was another Vastayan. A beautiful, blonde-haired fox-girl, ears and tails and all, standing at attention with a five-star smile upon her lips. 

She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Beautiful beyond a heart’s dream, with a body and a figure that made the mouth water. Her tits were big and huge, resting wonderfully against her dress. Every bit of her figure looked sculpted by the gods, and Shyvana couldn’t help but lick her teeth over it. Her dick throbbed in her pants, demanding it bury itself into soft, female flesh.

Soon, she told the wary beast. It was hard to tame it, sometimes. It always wanted to fuck, and given the nature of the show, there was every chance one of these girls would remain unsampled by its ferocious appetites. 

Sometimes, Shyvana marveled at how lucky she was. Yes, she was one in a few million - a paltry little number to the few hundred million that lived in Demacia’s nation. Seeing her was like winning the lottery, all because of ancient purges. Recent acts to stabilize her population were controversial at best, which was probably the only reason why such a ridiculously lewd game show had been greenlit in the first place.

No one wanted to be put on a mandatory breeding program, after all… but everyone loved to watch lewd, R-rated porno-shows with breeding involved. Win-win, truly.

“Wow, you’re beautiful!” Neeko gushed to the first girl, ever the hopeless lesbian that she was. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Ahri,” the woman purred with a seductive, musical voice. Of course, the question and answer was rhetorical. If anyone didn’t know the name of Ahri, lead singer of the most famous girlband in Ionia - and across Runeterra - they were truly living under a rock. “Lead singer of K/DA, the girl-group. Have you heard of it?”

“Of course! Neeko loves your music!” She nodded very seriously. “And your boobs!”

Ahri laughed throatily. “They’re very nice, aren’t they?”

“Mhm!” Neeko agreed.

Chuckling, Shyvana stepped a bit closer - but remained far from the participants, almost like a gatekeeper. “Come on, ask the real questions - what’s your cup size, babe?”

Ahri didn’t skip a beat in the face of such a lewd question. “Triple-D, stud.”

Shyvana grinned. “Fun for the whole family Imma put in you.”

Ahri laughed. She seemed easygoing; some girls were. Those that understood the nature of the show and what they were doing on it all took it easy, like any good party slut would. Others, however, did not. Shyvana was sure there would be a reality check for at least a few.

Neeko leaned in. “Hey, hey - so, why did you join the show, huh? Isn’t K/DA like mega popular?”

Ahri leaned in to the mic that was positioned right beside Neeko’s lips. The proximity made the girl blush hard. “Oh, geez… well, I don’t need the money, you know, super famous band, and all that… but me and my bestie for life, Evelynn, we were both trying to think of the best way to prove who’s best, you know? So we signed up for a bit of fun here!”

Neeko flushed and stammered. “S-s-so, a c-competition inside a competition? G-gosh, sounds spicy!”

Ahri winked. “I think so!”

“Hey, if you girls wanna be humiliated on live camera, I’m your gal.” Shyvana patted her chest, then waved her hand. “But speaking of Evelynn…”

“That’s right!” Neeko twisted herself around, away from Ahri, and slipped to the next girl in line. They did, after all, have a timeslot to attend to, and couldn’t dilly-dally with anything more than the most basic questions. “We’ve got Ahri, the band leader, and right beside her is the lovely Evelynn! The band’s Diva!”

Standing close to Ahri, in the spot marked two, was Evelynn herself - the other namesake girl of K/DA, one of the most popular ladies around. Of apparent Demacian lineage, she looked like a haughty, refined, and utterly mature babe. Gorgeous in every sense, with hot, smokey features lined with utterly perfect makeup. 

Her body was just as fantastic as her fellows; her tits not as big, but her legs longer, her waistline narrower, with wonderful hips. She was tucked into one of her famous stage-outfits, which resulted in a look that was somewhere between fetishwear and slutwear. Stockings, garter belts, too many straps and buckles around her tits and stomach, a miniskirt for show - she looked ready to slut it up.

Shyvana said as much.

“By the twin saints,” Shyvana laughed, “Someone came dressed to get railed!”

Evelynn rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk so big, honey. I intended on coming in first.”

Shyv barked out a laugh. Neeko leaned into Eve, who almost leaned away. “Neeko wants to know why you agreed to Ahri’s bet! Are you trying to one-up her too?”

“She’s my biggest rival,” Evelynn said without caution. She flexed her fingers and examined her long, purple nails, silver jeweled talons and all across them. “So I want to see her choke on dragon-dick for bothering me out of bed this morning. Oh, and a weeklong trip in the mountains sounds wonderful too. Better when someone else pays for it…”

“Agreed, agreed!” Neeko winked. “Any ideas who you’re going to take with you?”

Evelynn winked. “I don’t need someone to weigh me down.”

She shot a glare at Ahri.

Ahri blew her a kiss.

Laughing, Neeko moved on. “Looks like they’ve got motivation! But let’s see if it keeps up?”

The girl in spot three had the same sort of outfit on as one and two - another K/DA girl, in fact. Shyvanan’s brows had been raised all the way up when she learned that the entire band had signed up for the show, thinking it to be beyond a dream that gorgeous girl popstars would slum it so low. Yet, it was real, and they were there, etched in gorgeous lines.

In this case, the tall, but lean, form of the band’s dancer and choreographer. Though Shuriman, it only showed in the strong bones of her handsome face, not the colour of skin. Her ponytail was tall and dark and accented with streaks, and her makeup looked nice and smokey. Between her halter top and her high-waisted, skin-tight pants, she looked ready to break into dance - and Shyvana almost wanted her to.

She was sexy. Though her chest wasn't anything super significant, not compared to the last two, her waist to hip ratio made Shyvana’s dick throb. Her legs went on for days, and she wanted to have them wrapped around her. She knew, too, from experience, that this girl had one of the best asses on television. She wanted it in her hands so badly.

“Introduce yourself, pretty lady!” Neeko gushed. 

The girl gulped. The sound was so audible it rang out along the speakers, causing the girl to wince. “A-ah… Kai’Sa…”

“Kai’Sa!” Neeko beamed. “You’re the dancer for K/DA too, right?!”

“Y-yes…” The girl stammered, clearly nervous. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ears. “Yes, I am. I mean. I think I am.”

Shyvana snorted. ‘Don’t be nervous, good-looking. I love a broad with long legs. So sexy.”

Kai’Sa flushed red, not used to handling any of it - or so it seemed. “T-thanks…?”

“What brings you here?” Neeko asked excitedly. She thrust the mic forward, and Kai’Sa leaned back. 

“U-uhm… my friends… that is, uhm, Ahri and Eve, t-they kinda… told us we were going on a show? For publicity?” Kai’Sa flushed awkwardly. “B-but they never told me what it was until, uh, I got here. And saw the stuff f-first hand. So please, uhm -!” She suddenly dropped her head into a very Ionian bow. “T-take care of me!”

She practically screamed out the words. Neeko giggled, and Shyvana laughed. Ahri and Evelynn rolled their eyes. 

“Don’t worry! Shyvana is great at taking care of pretty girls!” Neeko smiled - and then slipped around. “Soooo if you’re Kai’Sa, this hottie has to be…!”

She moved over to girl four. She was of an average, middling height, about five-six or so. She wore slinky, shiny pants that went very low along her hips, showing off a lot of her branded underwear. A simple crop top and a cropped jacket of pearly fabric rested about her shoulders, showing plenty of her firm, flat, fit stomach. Clearly, she worked out a lot, and it showed. 

Her face was lean, narrow, and angular, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. The smile on her face was cocky beyond all belief, and the look in her painted eyes was clever. It annoyed Shyvana, really. Just one look, and she felt like this was the kind of girl she’d go a few rounds in the ring with, then eventually pin down.

“Awww, c’mon, you know who I am already,” the woman said smugly. She cocked her head a bit, causing her wild ponytail of black hair, dyed through with blonde, to ruffle. “I’m Akali, the best rapper this side of Runeterra.”

Somewhere on the other end of the stage, someone else snorted derisively.

“The last, and best, girl in K/DA,” said the world-infamous biker-girl, rapper, and singer, of the most popular girl group around. She exuded a sort of confidence that made some people wary and some people - like Shyvana - antagonized. “I’m only here because the rest of the gals are, and I can’t really be the best one in the band if I don’t participate - you feel me?”

“Neeko would love to feel you!” The host gushed, clearly misunderstanding the words and immediately presing her hand against Akali’s abs. The rapper laughed; the host purred. “Wow, nice!”

“Uh - no probs?”

“Alright, okay,” Shyvana snorted. “Relax. Come on, get away from the cocky bitch.”

Akali looked at her and snorted. “Hey, c’mon. It’s me. A little game show can’t touch this.”

Shyvana stared.

Neeko fidgeted, as if sensing the animosity brewing. She quickly skipped around, cutting one interview short and moving on to the next. “W-well! Neeko wants to know why the next girl came on the show, ok?”

Next happened to be one of the hotter girls that Shyvana had ever seen in her life, and she’d seen plenty. Even the current lineup was insanely gorgeous, but this woman most certainly was topping several charts somewhere out there in the world. She had a drop-dead beautiful face framed by cascading waves of rich, fire-red hair, and pretty, emerald-like eyes. 

Her body was wrapped up in a sinfully tight, red cocktail dress, and it hugged an amazing bombshell body just right - as nice as Ahri, as pretty as Eve, combining both just right. Her chest looked to be positively popping out of those tight seams, with the lace of her bra there just for show alone.

“Why, little ol’ me?” Purred the redheaded woman. “Gosh, me? I just want the prize money, darlings. That’s a lot of money on the line.”

Neeko cooed. “Oh, Neeko knows you!”

We already all do, Shyv thought. We literally approved them, Neeko.

“You’re the famous actress!” Neeko gushed, putting on airs just for the camera - as if she had not vetted everyone already. It was their first time meeting in person, but it was not the first time seeing them. “Right?”

“Miss Sarah Fortune, in the flesh,” the woman cooed. 

Bilgewater Actress, Shyvana’s mind supplied. The cameras, and thus, the television broadcast, would be showing all relevant details. The big, huge screen just below the Last Womb Standing title mirrored it, showing a slew of Fortune’s information including body type, age, and, of course, her profession: an actress trying to make it big.

“I’m hoping to use the money to break into the big scene easier,” Fortune cooed in her pretty voice. “This is a great way to get rich quick.”

“Ohhhh! Neeko respects that!” The girl nodded rapidly. “Ah - but you’re not worried about a baby-bump making your career harder?”

The woman laughed. “Awwww, don’t worry.” She leaned in. “I know that’s just a gimmick.”

Neeko blinked those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

Shyvana sneered. Oh, she’s one of those types.

“W-well! Uhm…” Neeko frowned, as if at a loss. “T-tell us your cup size, at least! We’re all super interested to know!”

Fortune smirked. “F, of course. Not that anyone here will see them…”

Other contestants rolled their eyes. 

Shyvana snorted. “Keep telling yourself that, Red.”

“Red?” Sarah Fortune frowned. “Now, that’s just silly.”

“Should I call ya F instead?” Shyvana pondered it for a moment. “F to pay respects for your confidence, or F for your cup size…?”

Fortune frowned even more. “Gosh. You’re a…” She looked Shyvana up and down. “...Fiesty little dragon, hm?”

“More than you know,” Shyvana said in a draconic rumble.

“Before we get Shyv angry and she pins a girl down,” Neeko chirped, “We’ve got three more girls in line, and Neeko is very interested to get to know our next girl! And - gosh, she’s another redhead! Two for one special! We’re lucky, Shyvana!”

The next girl was a redhead too. She was lean as a whip, tight and athletic, with a body that was clearly built for real sports. She wore a pair of tight shorts and a jersey for the Noxian National Soccer Team, and there were no doubts about it. With the scar set over her green eyes, with her long, red hair, she was another well-known celebrity - if only in the sporting world alone.

“Yeah, yeah,” said the redhead. “I’m Katarina DuCoeutau, I play forward striker for the Noxian soccer league, three-time world’s winner, and yes, I’m on this… show.”

She sounded utterly derisive. In an instant, Shyvana felt her body swell with annoyance and her cock beat with a life of its own. She watched as Katarina tapped her fingernails along one crossed arm, and she saw the way that her foot tapped against the ground. She was impatient. She was annoyed. It was the exact kind of attitude Shyvana loved to break down upon the altar of her cock.

“Ohhhh!” Neeko nodded very seriously. “A professional athlete! What brings you around here?”

Katarina flinched, then scoffed. “Because I’m on the off-season, and this show is basically a free gift basket. I might as well sign up and win it, right?” She flipped her red hair across her shoulder. “I won’t even break a sweat.”

Neeko nodded again. “Admirable! Well -!”

“Orrrrr -” Shyvana interrupted with a sneer, “is it because you’re suspended after getting into a fight last season?”

She dropped the metaphorical tea, causing Katarina to hiss. She flinched, and the scar over her eyes twitched. “What’s that?”

“You know - that infamous fight you got into on the field? We all saw it. Hell, I watched it a few times on stream.” Shyvana shook her head. The cameras would focus on her: they loved the parts where she got antagonistic with the guests. “You’ve got a pretty decent punch - eh, but so does the Crownguard, right? That scar looks pretty itchy.”

Katarina sneered. “Don't talk about what you don’t know shit about.”

Shyvana flashed her teeth. “You’re here because daddy put you on time out and you need the cash -” 

Katarina hissed. “Shut the hell up.”

The two women - redhead and dark-haired respectively - glared at one another. Everyone always claimed Shyvana could be a real asshole when she wanted to be, and for the show, it worked perfectly. 

“Okay!” Neeko clapped her hands. “Next! Who - uhm - who’s the lovely girl here?”

Though the two continued to glare, Neeko had moved right on. This time, she was positioned in front of a dark-skinned beauty with mature features, a kindly glimmer to her eyes, and a bombshell body.  It was wrapped up in an explorer’s blouse tucked and tied below her breasts, offering a clear view of her flat, dark stomach, and a simmering slip of a cleavage deep enough to sink a hand into.

Her thighs were perfectly portioned through her little shorts and her calves were tucked into hiking boots - she looked like a jungle explorer, but was, in fact, a hot babe with chestnut hair and sun-darkened mocha skin. Her hips looked good enough to grab onto and her chest could feed half a brood of Shyvana’s kids, which suited her just fine.

“Nidalee,” the woman purred into the mic. Her words also had an accent, but it was smooth and barely there. “Hello, everyone. I’m a conservationist from the Kumugu jungles. I’m here to win money for my charity.”

“Ohhhh, charity!” Neeko sounded excited. “Ah, and Neeko is from Kumugu, too!”

“Really?” Nidalee cocked her head. “Where from, little one?”

“Ah! The north!”

“Oh - I’m from the south.”

“Oh…” Neeko shook her head. “A-anyway! What kind of, uhm, charity are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone altruistic on the show!”

As the words left Neeko’s lips, Nidalee quickly licked her own. She glanced at Shyvana, then back again. “Like I said, I'm a conservationist. I’m trying to preserve Vastaya heritage in the jungles, and that takes a lot of money. Recently, though, I’ve pivoted a bit…”

She looked at Shyvana again. Her eyes raked up and down her body, visibly eye-fucking her. She stared at her abs, then down at the bulge in her pants, then up again. Then, back to Neeko, as fast as could be. Shyv noticed everything, though, and she knew a woman with ulterior motives when she saw it.

“...I’ve been interested in Draconic recovery,” Nidalee explained. “So a portion of the money would go toward funding some… dragon restoration…”

“Same as us!” Neeko gushed. “That’s wonderful!”

Shyvana smirked. “Definitely like us. Who doesn’t want a footlong of dragon-cock stuffed up their cunts?”

The girls shuddered. Nidalee did too, but for reasons that Shyvana found very suspicious.

“Like, ugh,” said the last girl in line, clearly making a mockery of it. “Relax, lady. You wish you’d be that lucky.”

Shyvana raised a brow and turned to girl eight. “Yeah? Says who?”

“Says me.” Before Neeko could even scramble over,the last girl stepped into the light and pressed her hand against her small - but still ample - chest. “Qiyana, representing True Damage. The actual best rapper this side of the continent.”

Akali snorted.

Shyvana stared down Qiyana. This girl was almost as short as Neeko, a mere five-two or so but an attitude to match Shyv’s lofty height. True Damage, another major band, with another major rapper - a popstar with a confidence streak a mile long plastered on most billboards in Demacia city. She was tiny, though, bite-sized, with a body best described as pear shaped.

Wrapped in a pink halter and yoga pants, stomach bare, she looked like a gorgeous little sex pot. Her hips were so wide she could birth quintuplets with ease, and her thighs thicc enough to salivate over. Where Shyvana suspected Kai’Sa to have one of the best asses in television, Qiyana had the best ass in television. There was no disguising her perfect Ixtalian ass, something that looked artificial in the way that it swelled and wobbled on stage.

“You’re a hot little short stack, I’ll give you that,” Shyvana chuckled. “The perfect size to pin down flat.”

Qiyana burst out laughing. “Yeah, as if. See? See this?” She waved at her body. “This? It’s all off-limits to you, little girl.”

“You’re right,” Shyvana said matter of factly, moving with faux enthusiasm. “With an ass as fat as yours, you need to be pushed face-down, ass-up.”

Qiyana frowned and scoffed. She cocked her head, causing the electric-blue of her hair to wobble. It was a strange style, to be told: thick bangs and a hairbun tucked together, with each strand dyed either a bright bubblegum pink or a sharp electric blue. It conflicted sharply with the buttery brown of her skin, which was perfectly maintained and set.

“I have no chance of losing,” Qiyana told her. “This is one piece of ass you’re not touching.”

“We’ll see about that,” Shyvana chuckled.

Neeko looked between them. “Neeko thinks -”

“I put out for no one,” Qiyana said confidently. She cocked her chin up mockingly and glared at Shyvana. “No one here is worthy of a piece of me, much less you.”

Shyvana narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Neeko jutted up a finger. “So, Neeko thinks -”

“C’mon, you’re a dragon,” Qiyana tittered. “You went extinct for a reason. I’m not going to be held responsible for your mistakes.”

Shyvana hissed. Steam billowed out from her nose. “You bitch. I’m gonna enjoy putting a brood in your belly, yeah?”

“In your dreams,” Qiyana laughed at her.

Everyone rolled their eyes - contestants and hosts included. Qiyana exuded an aura of smugness that matched her infamy well: she was known to be a huge bitch and brat in the industry of music, demanding the best while putting out the baseline. She was great at what she did, but she was a diva on Evelynn’s scale - and unlike Eve, she did not have the social skills to go with it.

“OKAY!” Neeko shouted. “That’s enough introductions! It’s time for us to form the brackets!” 

Neeko skipped away from the vitriolic Qiyana and moved to center-stage again. She clapped her hands, then twisted and pointed up at the big screen just below the studio logo. In an instant, a series of pictures - headshots of the contestants - flashed across the screen one by one, then settled and shot off to the sides. A classic bracket appeared, with eight lines connected to four ‘cells’, in turn connected by four lines to two cells, and then, finally, two to one.

Names collected and gathered, forming a bracket in a flash of pictures. One and Five; Seven and Eight; Three and Two; Four and Six. Four starting rounds, to be then funneled into two, then down to one. Everything was collected and organized by the people behind the show, so that both hosts wouldn’t know enough to make an informed decision. 

“And that’s our bracket, everyone!” Neeko clapped her hands and grinned. “First round - Miss Sarah Fortune against Ahri from K/DA! Wow! Look at that!”

Neeko skipped around. The musical jingle once more began to play and the spotlights changed to an iridescent purple colour not unlike Shyvana’s skin. It shone on the two girls in round one, the beautiful redhead and the gorgeous blonde respectively. 

“Only one gets to move on from here!” Neeko cooed. “One goes on ahead to try and get the grand prize, and the other ends up a dragon-mommy! But, to decide how we do that…”

Neeko again gestured at the screen. A large representation of a roulette wheel appeared, digitally simulated for randomness. 

“...We spin for it!” Neeko grinned. “Zeri, Neeko’s great techie, is going to spin it! And, once Sarah and Ahri yell stop!, that’s the game they’re locked into! So, without further ado…”

Neeko snapped her fingers, and the roulette wheel on the screen began to spin in real time. Ahri and Fortune looked at one another, then at Neeko, and then at one another again, as if not sure how long they should wait for or what they should do. After a moment, the redhead shrugged. The blonde cocked her head in a similar manner.

“Stop?” Fortune called.

“Uhm, stop, please!” Ahri cooed out musically.

The wheel stopped. Or, it began to slow, but now into a direct stop - eventually falling onto one category on a pie-chart of some dozens of potential choices, enough that it would take a dozen game shows to actually get through them all.  

The light blinked rapidly over the selection. The pie-piece of the chart became larger, dominating the screen, wherein the entire graphic changed into fonts and letters and curling heart-shapes.

Round One, it read. Sarah Fortune Vs. Ahri.

Game: Strip Trivia! 

Fortune frowned. “Wait, strip? I’m actually getting naked?”

“Ohhhh, sounds fun!” Ahri giggled. “Me and the girls play this lots! Ah, gosh, I’m horny now…”

While both contestants mused on what the future would bring, Neeko skipped on down until she was once more besides Shyvana. They locked eyes, and both women nodded. 

The half-dragon grunted. “Alright, after a short ten minute commercial break we’ll be back for round one. Stay tuned, everyone. Oh, and remember - each round we run a poll and a fantasy bracket. If you guess the round winner correctly, you get points you can use on our program's merchandise.”

“Yeah - ! And if you guess the whole bracket correctly, you get a cash prize!” Neeko chimed in. “So remember guys, smash that like button, hit that sub-”

Shyvana smacked Neeko by the back of the head. The girl whined, huffed, and pouted. 

“Awwwwww - “

Shyvana grunted at the cameras. “See you in a few.”

With that, the lights came down, the cameras briefly went off, and everyone was left to ponder just what would come next while stage-hands prepared the first game. Neeko would get things ready, and Shyvana would be waiting around for her role - which was, to put it mildly, to breed seven girls and add them to Demacia’s attempt to restore the annihilated Dragon population.

That was the only goal there, the only purpose of the game show. An attempt by the Demacians to put right to wrong and restore the population of a race they’d almost annihilated worldwide. Dragon conservation was a big topic nowadays, but no one had solved the issue of ‘breeding’ them back. Neeko was just clever enough to think of the most ridiculous money-making way to do it, at least seven of the gorgeous bombshells behind Shyv would be bred by the end of the night.

She loved it.

“Say,” Sarah Fortune called out, then, very much like the regal actress she was. “This whole breeding thing is just a stunt on the show, right? I mean, we can’t actually get pregnant off this - right?”

Shyvana’s only response, as well as that of the well-worn audience, was to laugh.

It would be a good day for Dragonkind - and for Shyvana in particular.

Round One

Ahri vs Sarah Fortune

Strip Trivia

The set-up was simple. There was a table of sturdy metal, designed as and coloured in shades of purple, blue, and white, with a flat top and a curving flank. It looked like a table fit for a casino, with indentations for the players. There were, however, no seats, because everyone was meant to remain standing. The tabletop was high, but not too high, so that there remained an obstructed view of the participants. At the head of the table was Neeko, positioned like some game master that both girls had to face off against.

The game was ultimately a very simple one, because none of the games were particularly complex. Though it was ostensibly a game show, it was nothing like a Noxian Warrior gameshow of water and races, nor an ultimate Kumugu survivor type thing - and it wasn’t a skill-challenging thing, either. Ultimately, it was designed to range from mild lewdness to major depravity and the actual challenge came from not getting bred.

That was what people clamoured to see, it was what kept their dumb sex show on the air for an entire year, and it was why Sarah Fortune, an actress, and Ahri, a singer, were face to face, their plump tits resting over the tabletop, as they prepared to face off on a dumb quiz show. One of them would move on, and the other would be carrying a dragon. Within a few minutes time, no more than ten, Shyvana would be twelve inches deep in bombshell pussy and she’d have another kid on the way.

As much as she wanted to pretend she didn’t love this part, she loved this part. She was a fit, trained dragon. She’d been a soldier once, and now mostly did gym work as a day job. Being put on a gameshow because she was one of the last of her kind, where the Demacians were trying to throw women at her to rebuild her population, was hilariously amusing. Having a genuine green light to nail some of the hottest ass across Runeterra was a dream to her, and she was getting paid to do it.

Shyvana shuffled as they waited for the show to start. She remained standing near to Neeko, and the other contestants were seated on chairs in the far back to serve as an audience. They would be watching their fates while gloating at their competition. Shyvana found it poignantly amusing. She couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin on her lips.

“Allllllright, and we’re back! Neeko’s back!” Neko shot off some finger guns at the camera. She had a series of queue cards in her hands and her tail had been outfitted with a camcorder setup so that she could wave it around and get closeups of everything. Though the show was live, plenty of footage would be streamed, or put up for purchase, so people could get every angle they would ever dream of. “Say hi!!!!!”

“Hi!” Ahri cooed, fingers fluttering at the camera.

Fortune offered an award-winning smile, but otherwise appeared disinterested. Shyvana instantly knew her exact type, and how she would respond moving forward. 

“Let Neeko explain the basics,” the lizard-girl said as she looked from left to right. “Neeko will ask a question one at a time! If you guess right, we pass to the next pretty lady. If you guess wrong, oops! Shyvana strips off an article of clothing!”

Shyvana chuckled and wiggled her fingers at the girls. 

“Stripped by a hot dragon?” Ahri fluttered her lashes. “Don’t mind if I do!”

Fortune rolled her eyes. “I’ve done worse.”

“Both girls start with the same, uhm, amount - five! Dress, bra, underwear, and one free pass to start with. If you’re naked and answer a question wrong, then you lose, and Shyvana gets to knock ya up!” Neeko grinned rakishly. “Also, once you lose your free strike, Shyvana will totally feel you up. If you can’t concentrate, that’s on you. Ok? Simple? Clear?”

“Wait a moment,” Fortune hummed. “This breeding thing doesn’t happen here, does it?”

Ahri frowned at her. “You have seen the show before, right?”

Fortune cocked her head. “No, why?”

Ahri laughed. “Oh, sweetie…”

Neeko just nodded. “Contractually, yes! You take a dragon baby in the belly!”

“Right, but I mean actually, like, seriously,” Fortune deadpanned, as if very serious. More laughter came her way. The redhead frowned and huffed, then crossed her arms over her bust. “I’m serious.”

“Okay!” Neeko bounced on her heels. “Now, we start! Question one! Ahri!”

She turned to Ahri and thumbed her queue card. Shyvana stood there like a bouncer with her arms crossed. 

“We’re starting easy - what’s Neeko’s favourite colour? Your options are: Red, purple, or green.”

Fortune frowned. “That’s not a serious game question, is it?”

“Shush,” Shyvana chided. “No speaking.”

Fortune huffed and otherwise obeyed.

“That’s easy,” Ahri cooed. “It’s purple.”

“Correct!” Neeko flung a card aside and moved to the next. “Next! Sarah! Okay: At what age did Neeko and Shyvana meet? Was it: twenty, twenty-two, or twenty five?”

“Are you serious?” Fortune shrugged and sighed. “Let’s say… well, the dragon was part soldier, right? So let’s say twenty five.”

“Yes!” Neeko cheered. “You’re so smart! Okay! Next!”

Fortune rolled her eyes, and Ahri, instead, laughed. Shyvana waited for the metaphorical shoe to drop. 

“Next! How long has the show been going on for! Your options: one year, two years, or three years!” 

Ahri cocked her head. “One year? You said anniversary earlier.”

“Yes again! Wow! Neeko thinks Ahri doesn’t want to get naked!”

Ahri laughed. She offered Shyvana a smouldering look. “I wouldn't say that…’

Shyvana winked back. 

“Sarah! Next! Okay, here’s this: on the show, how many people have won double or nothing? Your choices: One girl, three girls, and five girls.”

“Well - two, I suppose,” Fortune guessed blindly.

“Bzzzzzzzz! Incorrect!” Neeko shook her head. “It’s one girl! Five girls total have gone for double or nothing over twelve months, and only one girl has ever actually won it. Sorry, Sarah, but that’s your free strike gone! Next is clothes!”

Fortune huffed and crossed her arms over her massive bustline. “Well, that was just a bad question…”

“Don’t be salty, hot stuff,” Ahri cooed musically. Fortune smiled very, very thinly at her.

“Ahri! Try this on for size!” Neeko quipped. “How many movies has Sarah Fortune been in? Your choices: four, eight, or twelve.”

Fortune grinned victoriously.

Ahri faltered. Her blonde kitsune ears twitched. “Ah… I’m going to say… twelve…?”

“Bzzzzzzzzzz! Nope!” Neeko shook her head. “That’s your free strike! The answer is eight!”

“Nine, not counting the one not released yet,” Fortune hummed. She leaned against the table, now more smug. “Gosh, maybe the fox wants to get bred, hm?”

Ahri pouted at Fortune.

“Now that the strikes are out, let’s do some fun stuff,” Neeko cooed. “Sarah first! Hmmmm - okay! How many sex partners has Ahri had in her life? Choices: Fifteen, thirty, or, I forgot to count.”

Fortune barked out a laugh. She stared right at Ahri and pointed. “I know a slut when I see one, and I can confidently say Ahri’s never counted her fucks.”

Ahri shrugged apologetically.

“That’s right!” Neeko said with a laugh. “Okay, next-next -”

Shyvana always found the questions amusing. They were all answers lifted from the private questionnaires they had been handed during the vetting process, and made for good humiliation fodder. Now, the contestants would be learning that nothing was sacred and everything was ammunition against them - everything.

“Ahri! Fortune’s turn: how many sexual partners has she had? Five, eighteen, or, twenty-nine.”

“That’s oddly specific,” Ahri chortled. She eyed Fortune right up. “I’d say twenty-nine. Girls with tits like that fuck a lot.”

“BZZZZZZZZ! Incorrect!” Neeko pointed at her. “It’s -”

“Eighteen, darling,” Fortune cooed. She leaned forward seductively, flashing her sinfully deep cleavage. “I only fuck good lays, and I keep my toys around a lot. Eighteen partners doesn’t mean fucks, kiddo.”

Ahri pouted again. “Well - shit. Shoulda figured…”

“And that’s where I come in,” Shyvana said proudly. She stepped behind Ahri and moved to cup her body, to grab at her dress - and then found that she had actually no idea how to remove something like it. There was too much cloth, too many folds, and she didn’t see a zipper. “Er….”

“Here,” Ahri cooed coquettishly, not in the least dismayed about her impromptu stripping, “Let me help.”

“Wow,” Shyv rumbled. She watched Ahri pull at a few hidden zippers and flicked her lips into a toothy grin. “Someone’s eager to get naked for me.”

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” Ahri giggled readily. She started to shrug off her clothes, but Shyvana took the lead from there: grabbing the fancy K/DA dress and pulling it around the woman’s body. She was, thankfully, very damned good at stripping girls down, and so it took nothing at all to get it down and over her shapely body.

A few forceful tugs, a few hard pulls, and the cloth was drawn down her body. It was a gorgeous body right out the bat, the exact kind of thing an idol needed to make it big in such a competitive world. Perfect waist, gorgeous hips, a nice, fat ass, and an even fatter pair of tits, all wrapped up in undergarments of the same shimmery blue fabric as her dress, she looked hot as fuck.

“Damn,” Shyvana whistled. She swung her hand out in a second and slapped Ahri’s ass, causing the girl to giggle and flinch. “What a fucking body. Hey, can you do me a favour and lose, like, right now? I gotta fuck ya.”

Her blunt, crude words made someone like Sarah across the table to sneer - and yet, Ahri only giggled. “Sorry, handsome! I’ve gotta try my best to win first.”

Shyvana smirked. She ran her hands along Ahri’s delightful waistline and felt all the dance-trained muscle there. A pleased rumble rolled out of the back of her throat, and there it curled. “Mhm. I guess I’m legally supposed to tell you to try your best… but don’t, actually.”

Ahri held no shame. In fact, she was entirely content to arch her spine and shove her ass back, sliding herself against Shyvana almost as if to twerk against her. The enthusiasm on display got the half-dragon’s blood boiling. Blood rushed down, and her dick was happy to receive every bit of it.

“Someone’s getting into it!” Neeko fluttered her big lashes. “But let’s see who wins and who loses? Next! Sarah! Okay: How many kids does Shyvana have?”

Fortune blinked. “Hmmm? Wait - she actually has kids?”

Shyvana barked out a laugh. 

“Choices: forty-one, seventy-two, or one-hundred and sixty eight?”

“Uhm - what?” Fortune barked out a laugh. “W-well, I’d guess Forty-one? Seems reasonable enough.”

“Nope!” Neeko cheerfully said. “It’s three - one-hundred and sixty-eight! At least, to date. We kinda lost track.”

“What?” Fortune offered a bemused, confused laugh. “No, that’s not real.”

“Babe,” Ahri cooed from across the table, “At least seven girls a month, times twelve, that’s seventy-two - and add a few from double or nothing, so the answer had to be the third one.”

Fortune stared directly at Ahri. “This is a game show, darling. Just a game.”

Ahri giggled behind her hand.

Shyvana shook her horned head around and moved for the redhead. “Think what you want, but it’s time to get that little red dress off, yeah?”

Fortune offered a glimmering smile. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, since apparently you’re here to breed me…”

She seemed entirely smug as she lifted her arms above her head, making it easy for Shyvana to work at her dress. She would have happily torn it off - both off - but, until they lost or broke any rules, she technically had to not cause bodily harm or damage their clothes. Still, she was very good at pulling them down, at drawing straps off of arms and then rolling the entire silky red thing up and over the actress’s body.

And what a body it was. Ahri was astounding, but Fortune seemed just a bit more so. She definitely had more plushness and lushness to her figure, less toned than the dancer - less fit, but clearly more luscious. Her ass was a big heavier, her tits a cup size larger, both of them straining at the black silk of her lingerie. Loose, lacy stuff, designed for sex-appeal that Sarah had in droves.

“Shiiiit,” Shyvana purred. “I wonder if our kids will have red hair? That’d be sexy.”

Fortune rolled her eyes, then shot a grin over her shoulder. “This is one belly you won’t be touching today, girl.”

Shyvana barked in laughter. “Mhm…”

“Neeko bets the audience is going cray-cray right now!” Neeko cooed. She shifted from foot to foot and looked at both lingerie-wrapped contestants. “An actress and an idol, both naked! Wow! But okay - let’s see who we can get more naked, ok? Ahri!”

She pointed the next card at Ahri, who waved her hand welcomingly. Shyvana had a clear shot down her cleavage, all so fat and plump and creamy-white and it made her blood boil.

“How many girls has Shyvana banged over her life?” Neeko asked. She grinned with all her teeth. “Two-hundred and fifty, three-seventy-four, or, eight-hundred and nine?”

“I’d say there’s no way you can accurately track that,” Ahri hummed. She leaned against the table, causing her tits to weigh down against her bra. She was clearly confident, and knew what she was doing. “So the answer is the last one - eight-hundred and whatever.”

“Right!” Neeko grinned. “Correct!”

Ahri fluttered her lashes at Shyvana. “But I bet that’s not accurate, is it?”

Shyvana flashed her sharp incisors. “I had to come up with some answer….”

Fortune shook her red head of hair. “Now I’m starting to feel like this is show and tell for Shyvana here.”

“Mhm…” Shyvana planted her hands on Fortune’s broad hips and squeezed hard. “Definitely showing something.”

“Sarah!” Neeko pointed. “How many times has Shyvana knocked Neeko up? Answers-”

Fortune looked around. “You two fuck? What, can the big, bad dragon not keep her dick in her pants?”

“Never could,” Shyvana chuckled. “Also, legally obligated not to.”

“Five kids, thirteen kids, or twenty-three kids?”

Fortune blinked. She frowned. She screwed her brows and looked directly at Neeko in thought, then hummed. “Considering the last answer, twenty-three.”

“Correct!” Neeko beamed as if it was the happiest answer of her life. A second later, she winked at the cameras and patted her very, very flat stomach. “But hopefully, by the time this is done, Neeko will have twenty-four!”

“How do you even get that many?” Fortune murmured.

Shyvana brought her hand down and clapped Fortune’s plump asscheeks, causing her to gasp hotly. “Lots of sex over ten years and, uh, a shit ton of twins. And triplets. Whatever, biology shit I guess.”

“She’s very, very potent,” Neeko said matter-of-factly. “Anyways! It’s time for Ahri to answer: What’s Shyvana’s sperm count per million?”

Both Ahri and Fortune started to laugh with palpable confusion.

“Two-hundred million per milliliter; five hundred million per milliliter; over one billion per milliliter!”

Ahri just shook her head. “I don’t know anything about this sort of  - uhm - five hundred? I don’t even know what the normal thing is. Is that high?”

Neeko cocked her head. “Is that your final answer?”

“Uhm - yeah?”

Neeko began to shake her head. “Incorrect! It’s one billion!” Lips beamed. “She’s mega potent! So much sperm she can flood all your eggs at the same time!”

Ahri blushed a bit. “O-oops!”

Fortune chuckled. “Looks like someone’s on a direct course for a dragon in her belly…”

Ahri shrugged and giggled. She didn’t say anything as Shyvana moved around her, got up behind her, and unhooked her bra with a single expert click. The entire lingerie popped and puffed out of place, releasing the luscious hold of her breasts. They bounced around as the bra was torn off and thrown aside, forgotten in a heap. Two gorgeous, heavy mounds of triple-D flesh wobbled out into view, jiggling there with just that right amount of heft to them.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous,” Shyvana purred. She grabbed the heavy breasts by the undersides and hefted them up, sending them wobbling in her grip. She jiggled the gorgeous foxy titties one by one, and as the soft skin squished into her palm, she sighed throatily. “Great tits, shit.”

Ahri cooed. She did not seem perturbed that she was now down or just her underwear at all with a dragon’s hands on her tits. “You like ‘em?”

“I love them,” Shyvana sighed. She squeezed down, just enjoying herself. 

Fortune seemed to shake her head with amusement and made direct eye-contact with the various cameras. “Nowhere near as good as mine.”

“It isn't a contest,” Ahri huffed.

Fortune grinned. “But it is?”

“Okay! Ahri is down to her underwear alone, so two more guesses and she’s bred!” Neeko flashed out her queue cards. “But next, Sarah! And let’s see what she’s got for us with… this! Okay! What was the name of Neeko’s first baby?”

Fortune frowned. “....Ok…”

“Neeko Jr, Shyvana Jr, or Mary?”

“What the fuck kinda - “ Fortune started, then snorted and shook her head. “Given how you act, I’m going to say Shyvana Jr.”

“Corrrrect!” Neeko beamed. “Next question for Ahri! Ahem - what’s the name of Shyvana’s first girlfriend? Is it Neeko, Luxanna, or Quinn?”

“Uhm…” Ahri scrunched up her nose. It seemed rather hard for her to think while Shyvana fondled her tits and squeezed them in her hands, playing with the generous mounds of white flesh however she so wanted. The cameras - and Neeko - certainly drank it up. “I’m going to say Neeko? You guys are close, right?”

Neeko shook her head. “We are, but no! Neeko didn’t know Shyvana that long ago. The answer was Quinn! And - there goes your underwear!”

Ahri squeaked as Shyvana reached down to roughly palm her ass, then grab her clothes by the waist. She drew them right down over the curve of her butt in just a few scant seconds, bearing gorgeous white cheeks up to the eyes - and Shyv didn’t hesitate to dig in there, either, pushing and kneading into soft, fleshy swells with vigour.

“Oh!” Ahri squeaked again.

“Close…” Shyvana rumbled against the fox’s fuzzy blonde ear.

“One more strike, and Ahri gets bred!” Neeko cheered. Sarah, still in her lingerie, smirked proudly for the camera.

“Mhm - let’s see if the little fox can last,” Fortune teased, quickly following along with Neeko’s smugness. She was hyped up on her apparent lead, much to Shyvana’s amusement. “What’s my question, darlings?”

“Okay - uhm -” Neeko looked over her questions, then flashed another smile. “Right: What age did Shyvana pump out her first bun in the oven? Was it - eighteen, nineteen, or twenty?”

“These questions are honestly a bit ridiculous,” Fortune tutted. She shook her head and looked over at Shyvana with glimmering green eyes, staring at her intently. She twitched her nose, watching the virile dragon squeeze and fondle Ahri’s big, fluffy tits, and then shifted. “I’m going to say eighteen. Seems like she’d start early swinging that dick around.”

“Actually, no!” Neeko grinned and waggled her brows. “It was nineteen, with her headmistress, Fiora, actually. Shyvana’s first condom didn’t break until then!”

Fortune groaned. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, tried keeping it safe until I thought: fuck it, pulling out sucks anyway,” Shyvana laughed. She slipped around the table, leaving a pouting Ahri behind and instead moving to Fortune. “Anyway - gimme a taste of those F-cups, babe.”

Fortune rolled her eyes and sighed. “Ugh. Nothing for it, I suppose.”

Of course, she couldn’t stop Shyvana from unhooking her bra, nor from twisting and pulling it aside. Her bigger, fatter tits wobbled forward in a heap, then jiggled down to a gorgeous, fleshy heap. They stood in defiance of gravity for their size, but still had just a bit of a sway and a splay to them. Her cleavage was utterly immaculate, and it made the dragon groan.

“Damn, I could feed an entire litter of kids with these fucking things,” Shyvana groaned happily. She hefted those big, fluffy tits up into her hands, and found that the amount of flesh overspilled even her big hands. “Can’t wait to see these things filled with milk.”

Fortune laughed indignantly. “Hardly! That’s not going to happen, little dragon.”

“Little, eh?” Shyvana smirked. “Wait ‘till you see what’s in my pants.”

Fortune raised a brow as if she didn’t believe her. There was little she could do, though, as the half-dragon fondled her tits and squished them in her hands, bending and kneading all the way up to the next question.

“Ahri! If you don’t answer this right, you’re getting dragon-dong in you!” Neeko sounded far and away too cheerful for such a thing, but Shyvana loved it. “So here it is: Where was Shyvana born? Is it: Demacia, Targon, or Noxus?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Fortune protested, and crossed her arms under the breasts that Shyvana fondled like putty. When draconic fingers flicked her nipples, she let out a tiny little mewl. “H-hey, I know you like the merchandise, darling, but don’t get too eager.”

Shyvana simply smirked.

Ahri, for her part, beamed. “That is easy. Demacia, obviously!”

“Correct!” Neeko turned to Fortune. “Your turn! Ahri got away by the skin of her teeth, but Neeko wonders if Fortune is gonna be fortunate - eh? Eh?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “How witty.”

“She comes and goes,” Shyvana agreed.

“So! Here it is: what hair colour does Shyvana like best? Is it: Brown, blonde, or black?”

“What?” Fortune frowned. She looked at Neeko, then at Shyvana, then at the other contestants, then back again. “Most… girls have brown hair, so brown?”

“Seriously?” Shyvana chuckled against her ear. “Nope.”

“Wait -”

“Nope!” Neeko said cheerfully. “It’s blonde!” She pointed with her tail. “Get those undies off, Shyv!”

“H-hey!” Fortune squeaked in protest, but there was no stopping Shyvana from stripping her down utterly naked - as naked as Ahri, two girls now standing in their utter nudity. Two gorgeous, busty, famous babes, naked for the cameras, all for one purpose. To even consider such a lewd game show in the past would have been impossible, but now it was simple reality; this was just how it was.

“You’re one hell of a hot piece of ass,” Shyvana chuckled. She wrenched Fortune up against her, grinding her bulge against her fat ass. “I love it.”

“W-what?” Fortune stammered, her face a bit red. “I-is that - is that actually your cock?”

Shyvana loved to see a beauty that was coming to grips with reality: which was, namely, a fat dick lodged against her ass. At the same time, Neeko turned to Ahri, with both sensing blood on the water - they were almost done with the charade, and would get into the proper event.

“Ahri! It’s your womb on the line now! If you get this wrong, bam, you’re a mommy! If not - it’s passed to Sarah! So, without further adooooo -” She looked at the question, then up again. “During the gameshow’s inauguration, Shyvana was able to breed a special guest. Who was that guest? Choices: Luxanna of the Crownguards, Tianna of the Crownguards, or, Vayne of the hunter’s association?” 

Ahri grinned victoriously. “This is easy! It was Vayne, who did so on behalf of the dragon hunter’s guild as a way of recompense for their past actions.”

“Correct! Wow! You really did watch the shows!” Neeko jumped from foot to foot. By contrast, Fortune looked appalled at another chance slipping away. “It’s right, though! Our first show had a special breeding guest - available through an extra payment per view! - who was willing to take a dragon-baby to help restore Shyv’s population!”

Shyvana chuckled. “Yeah, she was a nice piece of ass. Great cockrider, too. Loved it.”

“This is so high stakes! Two naked girls, duking it out to be the last womb standing in this round… gosh, it’s so hot!” Neeko looked at Fortune. “So now it’s on Sarah to see if she makes it out to the next question, or if she makes it out with a bun in the oven!”

Fortune shuffled. She rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, breeding, sure. What’s the question?”

Neeko grinned. “What’s the most amount of kids Shyvana bred at one single time?” 

Fortune raised her brows.

“Choices: Two, three, or seven?”

Fortune snorted. “Well, a girl can’t have seven kids at one time! So I’ll say three.”

Neeko grinned. Shyvana grinned, too.

“Nope!” They both said at the same time.

Fortune’s face fell.

“It was seven!” Neeko gushed. “I said breed at one time, not give birth to! Once, Shyvana fucked an entire cheerleading team - seven girls in all - and knocked them all up in one single hour!”

“W-wait, wait, that doesn’t count as - as one time?” Fortune snorted. “That’s a trick question! That doesn’t count!”

“Totally counts,” Shyvana told her. “You have three choices, you picked wrong.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaand that’s a wrap for the round!” Neeko said as she shouted at the audience. Behind her, the big screen boomed with light and sound proudly displaying Ahri’s name and picture in the victory line of the first bracket. Streamers blew from above, painting Ahri’s naked body in colourful confetti. “Round one: Ahri wins!”

Ahri whooped and bounced on her feet. Fortune, by contrast, looked annoyed and pissy. ‘Awwww! Shucks, thanks! Gosh, that was such close going there for a moment -”

“I lost?” Fortune gasped. “How is that - that’s not possible! I demand another question! That one was clearly botched!”

“You want another question?” Shyvana laughed at her. She spun Fortune around in her arms and pressed her back against the table, causing the redhead to help. She was tall, no doubt - but not as tall as a six and a half foot half dragon. “Here’s one: how many kids am I legally obligated to put in your belly right now?”

“W-wait,” Fortune stammered, her face growing red. “What do you mean?”

“Answer!” Ahri called out. She leaned over the table teasingly, apparently undeterred by her shameless nudity. “It’s one!”

“L-look, the round’s over, I lost, fine,” Fortune spat out, face red with fluster, shocked by Shyvana’s proximity. “But we can turn off the cameras and forgo the pretenses, right? We dont’ need to pretend anymore.”

“I love your type of girl so much,” Shyvana sighed.

Fortune flinched. “P-pardon? What are you saying? How does that even relate -”

“Every session, there’s that one dumb broad that comes in, gets vetted, signs a contract she doesn't read, and thinks it’s all a joke because she’s never actually watched the show,” Shyvana laughed. “Did you seriously think you’d lose and walk out of here without my dick in you?”

“I - I know we’re going to have sex,” Fortune scoffed, “but you’re not seriously about to impregnate me, right? I’m an actress, I am far too important for that -”

Shyvana grabbed Fortune by the arms. The redhead yelped; she shivered, then, as Shyvana wrenched them upright, lifting them above her head. “Lady, this whole show? It’s designed for me to breed as many women as I can. The moment you stepped on this stage, your fate was sealed. You’re either walking home with the prize, or you’re walking home with my kid in you.”

Fortune’s face began to dawn with the horror of what she’d signed up for. “I thought that was just a gimmick! A gimmick!”

Ahri giggled. “All you had to do was watch the show once and you’d know it’s totally real. Just once!”

“But - that’s - “ Fortune sputtered, face as red as her hair. “I can’t possibly be a mother!”

“Don’t worry!” Neeko leaned right in to slide against Fortune. With her tail, she reached up and pulled something down - something like a handhold, a latch, or a lever. “After every impregnation, we send each mommy home with a gift card, a box of diapers, and a whole information set for raising a dragon!”

Fortune burned red. “Wait, wait, I want to quit, I am not getting pregnant here -!”

Shyvana yanked upon Fortune’s wrists at the same time that Neeko yanked down a set of fuzzy handcuffs. They were a swinging set that came down from the ceiling to help with unruly contestants, and right then, they served well to clamp down around Sarah Fortune’s wrists and yank her upright. The woman gasped as the chains tightened, then pulled her about half a meter from the floor and left her buxom body dangling.

“W-what’s this!?” she squealed.

“This? This is what happens when a girl doesn’t play along,” Shyvana laughed. “We break out the fuzzy cuffs.”

“And now it’s time for Neeko’s favourite part: sex!” Neeko beamed - and looked at the cameras. “Sooooo disclaimer: this program is eighteen plus and is rated as R material by the Demacian -”

“Hey, hot stuff,” Shyvana drawled in Ahri’s direct. The naked fox squirmed and perked up in equal measure. “Help me out with my dick, yeah? Let’s get this show on the road.”

“S-sure!” Ahri scrambled over, naked as the day she was born, and moved to Shyvana’s side. “I love cock as much as the next gal!”

Shyvana grinned. Fortune scowled, her face red.

“You can’t get away with this,” Fortune whined. “I am an actress-”

Ahri pulled down Shyvana’s pants, easily getting them around her legs. Of course, they weren’t meant to be tight in the first place. They were basically just broad sleeping shorts, little more than pieces of cloth designed to be stripped off as easily as possible. Having Ahri do it was a power-move: it let Shyvana reach out and clamp her hands down on wide, childbearing hips, then slide around to fondle pale skin.

“-I am way too important to get pregnant for my career ok this is -”

Her rambling words transitioned into the next best part of the show, one that was instantly matched by letters fluttering across the big screen in the back: big, blocky, vibrant purple letters forming the words: COCK SHOCK! 

Shyvana’s dick flopped out. It sprung forward like a spear, like a weapon being unsheathed in a more primitive age, swinging forward with the strength of a mousetrap. A giant slab of a cock that most people, at first, would think was a toy - such was its obscenity - before resolving and figuring that it was, indeed, a dick. That it was a thing the size of a forearm, the thickness of a wrist, rubbery and thick and flanged and utterly draconic.

A giant pillar of purple cockmeat lashed out and slapped against Fortune’s belly, with the fat, rubbery, almost walnut-sized tip grinding against the redhead’s navel. It smooshed there with intent, the entire thing visibly pulsating with glee - with a desire to shove itself into a hot cunt and breed. It was a colossal slab of a thing, so big that Ahri winced and Fortune’s eyes went wide as sin.

“What,” Fortune breathed, “The fuck is that?”

“It’s even bigger in person?” Ahri squeaked. With a red face, she grabbed the dick. Her pale face was coloured with pink and her eyes were wide with awe as she grabbed the dragon’s dick unprompted, unasked, and hefted it up. “I can’t even get my hand all the way around it…”

“That’s a real dragon’s dick, baby girl,” Shyvana chuckled. She reached around and squeezed Fortune's ass, making her yelp. “Twelve inches of proper stud-dick. And you know what? My balls are stuffed, my cock is hard, and I’m overdue for a redheaded kid.”

“W-w-waitwaitwait!” Fortune sputtered, her eyes wide. “You can’t put that in me! It wouldn't even fit!”

Shyvana grinned. “Nah, I’d fit.”

Fortune sputtered even more. She began to fidget in her bindings, but Shyvana casually wrenched her forward. She aligned her with the shaft, but it remained in Ahri’s hand; the dragon looked over and winked.

“Get me in her,” Shyvana told the fox, who was far too easy to comply.

Ahri fluttered her lashes as she dragged the fat cock down, across a pale pelvis, against the folds of a pretty pink pussy. “You don’t want me to get you ready first?”

“I’m here to breed, but…” Shyvana shrugged. “Knock yourself out, I guess.”

Ahri grinned. She dipped her head down like a perfect slut and, as Fortune squirmed uproariously, clamped her slutty cocksuckers down against the shaft itself. The fact that she was slutty enough to even do it was insane, but the girl plopped the dick into her mouth and suckled it up inside with a single hot, gushing slurp. It was an instantly wet touch, a depraved touch, like only a true cockwhore could provide - and Shyvana grunted for it.

“It’s that time of the show!” Neeko shouted to the crowd and the cameras. She pointed at them, and then at the screen. “Say it with me! Breed! That! Womb!”

The audience followed along. Fortune squirmed, face as red as her hair. Her fate was there, but she tried to protest it - protest even as Ahri gave the tip of Shyvana’s dick a few quick slobbers, suckling upon it to shower it in wetness. It was brief, though, because as hot as it was to have a slut on her dick, sex was more important.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she grunted. “If I want mouth, I’ll get it backstage. This is about pussy, yeah?”

Ahri popped off the rubbery, purply head, and nodded. “Of course! Let me help line this big, fat thing up…”

“W-wait!” Fortune squirmed again. “You can’t! I’m an actress! This is supposed to be a gimmick, a gimmick!”

Ahri set the dick right up against Fortune’s pussy, grinding the fat, rubbery head in place. Shyv grinned and thanked her, then almost ushered her aside; she clamped her hands down on a fat ass and prepared herself to move. She stared into Fortune’s eyes, watching her annoyance, her sheer cockiness, and loved how it was all about to fall apart.

“Hey, hey,” she said. “Look at me.”

Fortune glared at her. “W-what?”

“Take a deep breath,” she told her. “This is the last second you’ve got before you become a single mother.”

“Oh screw y - !” Fortune squealed out, and that was all she got as Shyvana chose to move at that exact moment and second. The thickness of her dick simply plowed up into the silken heat of her snatch all at once, all fast and hard, showing no care in the world beyond the fact that it was about to get laid, that it now had a legally-binding body to breed and enjoy.

For Shyvana, that was all that mattered right then. There was lots to be said about the gameshow that she had created-  though really, most of it was all Neeko. She was just there to be the stud, the eye-candy, and to get her dick wet. She was there for this exact moment, where she got her claws on another gorgeous woman who was too cocky for her own good, someone she could slam her shaft up into.

And slam, she did. Her powerful, taut waistline bucked with mechanical intent, forcing her cock up into the gorgeous snugness of yet another woman who had never taken any dick worth a damn in her life, much less dragon-cock. None of them, no matter how slutty they were, had ever been in a position where they took a dick of her size, of her girth, so quickly. 

Sarah Fortune most certainly hadn’t and her voice came out in a loud, ringing squeal. She cried out and shuddered with intoxication as the biggest dick of her entire life burrowed itself into her hot, tight hole, stuffing out her folds in ways too ludicrous to count. She shuddered as she was utterly jam-packed by draconic cockmeat at a speed that far and away put any notion of romanticism aside and distinctly put reality forward for the cameras: Fortune had lost, and as per the rules, her only use was as a dragon’s baby-momma.

“How is she?” Neeko cooed with wide-eyed glee. “Does she feel as good as she looks? Neeko – er, Neeko means, the crowd! The audience! Want to know!”

Shyvana grinned rakishly. She was sure cameras were focusing on her now, but she didn't think much of it. She squeezed those wide hips in her hands and pulled, dropping Sarah the rest of the way onto her shaft – bottoming out in one hard, blinding rush of motion. The beautiful redhead flung her head back and gasped throatily, asif she couldn’t believe just how full she was.

“The broad feels amazing,” Shyvana said with a grin. “You can tell she’s a slut, but never fucked worth a damn in her life.”

“F-fuck you!” Fortune gasped out in a hot, breathless wheeze. She brought her head back around, but looked to be struggling not to pass out from how intense it all was. “You – you can’t just – fuck, you can’t just slam it all in!”

Neeko frowned and looked down curiously. “Neeko thinks she can? Also, Shyvana technically owns you for the next ten minutes, sooo –“

“I just did,” Shyvana said, speaking right over her little tease of a fuckbuddy. Girlfriend. Whatever it was. She didn’t know. “And she’s right – you’re mine, you teasing little broad.”

She rolled her hips around, grinding her shaft along the length of those tight, fluttering walls. Fortune might not have liked it, but she also could not do anything about it. She could only gasp throatily as cockmeat pressed against her insides, working at her tight walls in a way that would leave anyone in tatters. Something that big, that draconic, moving against their folds was immense.

“This is – fucking – insane,” Fortune wheezed, her body shuddering beautifully. Her huge tits wobbled in a way that Shyvana loved, and she couldn’t resist it. “You can’t just –“

“I can,” Shyvana laughed. She winked at the woman while pulling sharply with her waist, tugging her shaft some few inches backward. “I’ve got, uh,…. What’s it called?”

“Draconic breeding permit form three-oh-five!” Neeko chirped happily, ever the perfect wingman.

“Yeah, that.” Shyvana leaned forward. “So let’s get a nice bun in your oven, slut.”

Fortune whined with shocked dismay. She quivered, too, as Shyvana drew her hips back and pulled on her body, tugging and twisting her around as if it meant nothing, though the redhead was ostensibly hanging there by the arms, Shyvana did not need the help of binding chains: she held the slut in her grip as if it was nothing and pumped her hips as if this was a workout more than a breeding session.

“Remember, ladies, gents, and, and participants!” Neeko cooed theatrically. She flashed her hands for the cameras, then ‘presented’ Fortune and Shyvana in a neat picture-frame of fingers. “Always read the fine print! Or literally just the bold text! It’s right there! Neeko honestly doesn’t know how the pretty lady missed it…”

Fortune hissed. “This is – crazy! You’re all – oh, fuck!”

The woman gasped as Shyvana rutted her hips around in a hard, swinging arc, pounding the meat of her cock deep into those hot, tight folds. Her shaft sawed through her wet, gasping chasm,and ground down through it the entire way forward. Every single inch of her dick found a home in her snatch, and every single bit of it was reamed out around her length. She was too big, and Sarah too narrow for anything else.

“How many fucks have you had that fill you up like this?” Syhvanna drawled out. She swung her hips forward with force while hauling on Sarah’s ass, yanking her down all the way onto her shat. Her taut, chiselled hips met pale flesh with a dizzying thud, spurring a sudden jiggling of flesh that was obscene to the eyes. “Come on, tell me, you gorgeous little slut.”

“Shut up,” Fortune whined. “A big dick means – nothing – 

Shyvana laughed. “Come on, for a woman that’s on her knees for her career, you’re way too… uh, what’s the word?”

“Salty!” Neeko supplied.

“Yeah, that.” The half-dragon nodded. “You’re way too salty for this.”

Fortune hissed in protest. “You’re crazy! You’re – oh, fuck, that’s so fucking deep!”

The gorgeous redhead gasped as Shyvana’s cock thundered forward, hammering into the very depths of her silken cunt. The head bounced and smushed against something particularly spongey, and that sensation made Sarah screech. She whined and threw her head back, causing red hair to cascade in a way the cameras were sure to love. It was almost movie-worthy, but the only place this footage would go was to a pornography studio.

“Fuck,” Shyvana growled. “Actress pussy ain’t half bad, to be honest.”

Neeko nodded excitedly. “Oh, oh, do you think the baby will be a movie star too?”

Shyvana barked out a laugh, “Fuck if I know.”

She pulled on Fortune’s body, using her ass as a comfortable handle. She pulled her off her dick and rolled herself away, drawing her up and around in the throes of powerful and muscular intensity. Her abs flexed as she whipped herself backward, drawing out so fast that it was blinding – pure power laid bare, all for the purposes of fucking girls into submissison.

Shyvana worked out hard. She practiced even harder. She did it all to be as fit and potent as possible for this, to make fucking women as fun, and as easy, as possible. For the sake of the show, and her own pride, she was the very image of a stud, faced with unique, yet utterly breedable, women. For her, this was the perfect little life to be in.

Fortune clearly did not agree, given how she squealed as dragon-dick hammered up into her tightness. Her eyes winced and watered and her beautifully red lips contorted into a rictus of strain as the shaft speared through her. She moaned out with annoyance as skin slapped against skin, with pelvises meeting in a thud of pure passion.

“Whoa!” Neeko cooed. She had her little microphone close to her mouth, as if it was somehow necessary. “Look at her boobs jiggle! They look amazing!”

“They do, don’t they?” Shyvana growled with lust. “Gods, you could feed an entire village of kids off these things. What are they, again?”

“E-cups!” Neeko chirped. “Perfect, natural E!”

In the background, a few of the girls rolled their eyes and huffed. Ahri, being the closet, puffed out her cheek and crossed her arms over her own massive, yet not as massive, bustline. 

“Beautiful,” Shyvana growled and dipped her head down. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Fortune whined. “Don’t even think – oh, goddamnit  - !”

Shyvana clamped her mouth down around a hot, turgid nipple, and pulled it up into her mouth in a series of hot suckles. She did not care about what she was doing beyond her own sexual gratification: she suckled on the rubbery nub, teasing it with the sharp edge of her teeth to make Sarah hiss, and then rolled her tongue out against it to make her moan. 

She sent those fat tits jiggling all the while, with each pump of her waist turning them into wobbling putty. They were big and heavy, yes, but they still responded well to her thrusts. They wobbled in the ways the cameras loved and the crowds went crazy for, and she could practically see her viewer count increasing with each stroke of her waist.

She pounded up into silky actress pussy and sent vibrations shuddering through that perfect body. Tits wobbled and bounced in the throes of pure sexual action, shaking around with each stroke – but Shyv’s mouth remained clamped down, suckling on that rubbery nub. She pulled with hot, wet ministrations, and Fortune groaned over it all.

“You’re insane, you’re crazy” Fortune moaned hoarsely, “You and this big fucking dick, d-damnit!”

Neeko stared from up close, a breathless sigh upon her lips. “That looks really good… ah, Neeko is going to use her executive privilege and tell you the inside scoop!”

The producer-and-host reached out, clamped one of her small, dainty little hands on the temporally free left breast, and squeezed hard. Fortune gasped vitriolically, then moaned seductively as lips began to pepper her tit. Neeko shamelessly nuzzled down like the starved, girl-loving Vastaya she was, and she began to plant sloppy kisses along the jiggling mound of creamy whiteness.

“You’re both insane,” Fortune wheezed. “Why did I sign up for this shit!?”

Ahri, still the closest and still technically on stage, offered up a hand. “Because you’re a dumb slut who didn’t read the actual contract she signed?”

“S-screw you!” Fortune whined. She moaned harder when Neeko lapped at her nipple, then pulled it into her mouth to match Shyvana’s actions: both of them suckling on big, doughy titties, while railing the redhead for dear life and then some besides.

“I’ll give you my number after this if you actually wanna fuck,” Ahri cooed seductively. “I don’t mind!”

Fortune whined in  protest. She moaned with shame. Her entire body shuddered and recoiled as she was taken by Shvanna, who did not stop for a single moment. The dragon swung her hips around with hard, ferocious impacts, burying her shaft inside for pleasure. This was about breeding, yes, but the sheer unadulterated bliss she felt from being so deep into pussy was incredible: she loved it. 

It just felt amazing. Sex was her favourite thing, soothing her aching prick in ways that most things couldn’t. She loved tasting and testing every single babe that came her way, and she adored them all equally. Fortune felt amazing, and she knew it. She savoured it. She groaned and pumped her waist, leaving the beautiful woman quivering in her bindings, shaking with stress and foreign pleasure both.

“Oh, fuck, you fucking beast,” Fortune wheezed, her eyes watering and breath shuddering. “You’re insane, your cock’s insane, gods-fucking-damnit - !”

Shyvana grunted and swung herself forward just a bit more, just a bit more ferociously, her shaft now starting to honestly, seriously throb. The big, pulsating bulk of it pounded like a firehose, moving with a life of its own. Her huge balls twitched and rose up, preparing itself for immediate insemination. Shyvana’s body was like a machine for breeding, and in this moment, it all came to fruition.

Neeko popped away from Fortune’s titty. Saliva strung down from her mouth in heaps. She looked up at Sarah, then over at Shyvana, and grinned. “Ah, are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum for us?”

“W-wait - wait!” Fortune gasped. “I don’t wanna be a single mom, I’ll fucking - pay you to pull out, damnit - !”

“You signed a legally obligating contract,” Neeko pointed out. She grinned rakishly and panted her hands on her slim hips. “Also, trust Neeko: most girls start out like this, but they all come back for seconds. Did you know that eighty-one percent of girls that take dragon-dick once in their life become a dragon-addict for life? You’ll be seeing us a lot more!”

“F-fuck, fuck you, fuck off, damnit -!”

Shyvana growled. She pumped her hips harder. Her shaft speared into hot, tight insides, working them out around her with vigour and with ferocity. She nailed the woman relentlessly, hammering away while her dick throbbed. She was about to cum. Her seed was about to lash out and paint a pussy in white - but she waited for Neeko.

Neeko clapped her hands together. “Soooo, audience, new and old - here’s the special part of our show!”

She pointed up at the big screen behind her. This time, it resolved itself into a giant ‘heart’ shape - and then, more clearly, a representation in graphical design of what could have been a womb. A circle, very hentai in style and appearance, almost done for show rather than realism. It was all there: womb and eggs and all, but in an almost overwrought, pornographic fashion.

“This is Neeko’s representation of what’s going on inside Fortune’s flat little tummy!” Neeko cooed. “Thanks to the pills everyone took, Soraka is using her super duper cool life magic to scry into their bodies and see what’s going on, and Zeri is helping to animate it! We’re gonna know exactly what’s gonna happen in just a few seconds, so let’s watch the show!”

“Fuck, no!” Fortune squealed out. “Don’t breed me!”

And then Shyvana slammed up, and that was that.  Her dick throbbed. It swelled monstrously. As she crashed all the way inside, as she brought the entirety of her dick to bear, the twitching tip smashed against a tight cervix - and the action was repeated on the screen high above. The representation of her purple dick was smashing against an almost hentai-esque cervix, showing just how far she was.

“FUCK!” Fortune whined with pure, eye-watering overstimulation.

Then, heat. Shyvana groaned as she came, as her dick burst in triumph. Her shaft throbbed and spat out hot, rich strings of warmth, a sudden flood of paste-thick baby-batter that had been designed by nature to be as strong, as potent, as utterly virile was physically possible. The stuff sloshed out and crashed into a hot, tight pink pussy, ramming it full of every single sperm cell that Shyv had in her balls.

They clenched and twitched along with her cock, powering it, filling it with progressive strings of semen - stuff so thick, so intoxicating, that even Fortune, in her reluctance, could only squeal orgasmically. Her entire body rocked, her breasts wobbling violently, but Shyvana clenched upon her and tightened her grip, holding her steady, as if any threat to her breeding-fugue was to be met with violence.

For Shyvana, it was about pleasure, about heat, about breeding; internal things that no one should ever be able to see. That, however, had been solved by Neeko, in all her dragon-addicted, obsessive glee. As scried by Soraka, who had an intimate knowledge of the female body and a mastery over health magics, could peer into a belly and see it perfectly; and with Zeri’s help, they animated it, described it, and showed it.

Pornographic as it was, the screen above now highlighted it in perfect description, a perfect view of what was now happening within that hot, wet cunt above. As baby-batter sloshed out and rammed into a womb, the screen displayed it perfectly: showed jets of semen lashing out into Fortune’s babymaker at full force and with high intensity, hitting the back wall like a jetstream, and then billowing out around it like a volcanic eruption.

Seed was drowning Fortune’s cunt. Molten ropes of spunk were flooding her baby-maker. The entire channel, the whole barrier, was sent sloshing full on the animated screen, with Fortune’s fluttering body spasming in full view. They watched her outwardly quivering as she was bred, and saw internally what happened - how the seed stuffed her up with delirious, drooling intent.

“She stuffed her right up!” Neeko cooed at the screen. “But now it’s time to see her seed in action! Let’s see - how many kiddies does Fortune have in her future?”

Thanks to scrying magic and animation, everyone could watch that flood of semen lashing out at the entire baby-maker, watch the streams of cum absolutely flooding tubes that led to life-granting eggs. They could watch the drowning waves of spunk flood every single facet beyond a shadow of a doubt, and stare as what was said to be a billion potent swimmers rushed for impregnation.

They watched it all in clear relief, animated though it was - staring as Shyvana rolled her hips and methodically pumped out every last string from her balls. As the Dragon got off, everyone else could see that Fortune was being bred, could watch the millions reduce down, and down, and down, until hundreds flooded her eggs, until one little life-giving orb of roundness was swarmed and attacked by draconic seed.

They watched as one single sperm lashed out fast and hard, flying straight and true like an arrow. It lashed out and struck home, slamming headlong into one of Fortune’s eggs dead-on. It slammed into it, pierced it, cored it out, swirled through it, and stuffed it up nice and warm. Thanks to Soraka’s magic and Zeri’s over-enthusiastic real-time animating, they could see it happen in pornographic reality.

The egg turned pink. A little heart formed inside. One single heart, one single glow, but it was clear what it was: Fortune had just been impregnated in less than a single minute by the torrent of semen stuffed into her. She was bred, she was going to be a mother to a dragon, and she was currently wheezing while hanging from her fuzzy chain bindings.

F E R T I L I Z E D, the screen flashed in bright, neon light. 

“WOW!” Neeko shouted gleefully. She began to bounce up and down. “Look! She’s got a baby cooking away in the oven! Isn’t that so hot? So cool? Everyone, give Fortune a round of applause! She’s helping dragon conservation in real life!”

“Whoa…” Ahri stared up at the screen with glee. It now showed a sloppier statement than ever, plastered across a perfectly fertilized egg:

Sarah Fortune, Actress, dragon baby-mother: FERTILIZED & BRED. 

“That’s crazy cool…”

“Fuuuuck,” Shyvana growled. She stared at Fortune’s now-dizzy, now-dazed face, and grinned. “Yeah -that’s the kind of expression I love.”

She pulled back, then, drawing out of the entire sloppy cunt with a wet squelch. Her dick was not soft. It remained hard and thick, still teetering, with strings of seed drizzling from the very tip. Even then, cum was drooling down from Fortune’s core; the thick, gooey creampie even then dribbling down.

Fortune panted hard.

Shyvana smirked. She leaned in, patted the woman’s cheek, then made eye-contact with the cameras.

“I heard pregnant models are in this year… or something like that,” she drawled out confidently. “Maybe Sarah’s career is gonna be more fortunate after this, huh?”

Some of the audience laughed. Fortune instead whined.

Neeko clapped her hands and waved. “One bred woman down! Ah - remember, fans, based on your pick for each round, you can earn points for merch!” 

Shyvana rolled her shoulders. Twelve inches of dragon fuck-meat twitched palpably like a firehose. 

“So vote for each coming round, and update your brackets!” Neeko clapped her hands. “Because up next, it’s gonna be round two!”

Shyvana played it up for the camera. “Good, because one breeding isn’t enough for this dick.” She gestured and laughed crudely. “Speaking of - who’s next, Neeko? 

Neeko beamed. “Next? Why, that’s -”

ROUND TWO: NIDALEE VS QIYANA, the screen now flashed, the colours bright and dominant.

“And the game?” Neeko cooed. She leaned in - and then winked at the cameras. “You’ll see after a word from Neeko’s advertisers!”

The screens would now cut to commercial, giving them time to bring down the bred, panting actress, and get things ready for the next stage. 

All in all, Shyvana considered things to be going very well. She looked over, stared at a well-fucked Sarah who was struggling to come to terms with what had just happened, then stared at Ahri - who stared at the dripping creampie and the fertilized on-screen egg with awe - and then, finally, to Neeko.

“We’re off to a great start, huh?” Shyvana asked.

Neeko grinned and nodded. “It might be our best show yet!”

Shyvana barked out a laugh. “Let’s see what the next sluts have in store for me.”

The remaining seven contestants all squirmed anxiously - a sneer from one, awe from another, shy glances from a third, boredom from a fourth, excitement from a fifth, a sigh from  a sixth, and annoyance from the seventh.

Seven more rounds.

Six more pregnancies.

Shyvana licked her lips.

Time to get to work.

ROUND TWO

QIYANA VS NIDALEE

GAME: HOT SEAT BLACK JACK

“Next!” Neeko cheered as she shuffled a deck of cards in her hands, “Is blackjack! But with a twist!”

The stage had been set-up anew,  with a similar, but somewhat more gameshow-like table, in the center. The surface of the table looked like it was straight out of a casino, matching the new theme of the game. There were two chairs of soft, purple velvet, ready and welcoming for someone to sit down upon - but they wouldn’t remain comfortable for long.

Shyvana knew the next game. Of course, she knew every game, but she had not played them all. She did, however, fondly remember brainstorming up the silliest, dumb little games they could force onto their show to make it qualify as a gameshow, and this was one of them. It really had amounted to a single, drunken slur of a line: what if we played cards, but with my cock involved?

“Neeko is going to be your dealer,” the co-host cheerfully exclaimed. She shuffled a set of cards in her hands, shifting them one between the other. “And just like normal blackjack, she’s going to be dealing out cards until everyone folds - and then, whoever is closer to twenty-one wins!”

The rules were simple in that regard. If people didn’t know how blackjack could be played, the rules would be on their television screens right now. It was simple. It was not meant to be complicated in the least, and no one would find the game difficult. That came right after, and would more or less suit the laughable quality of the entire gameshow so far.

“But here comes the twist!” Neeko said cheerfully. She fluttered the cards in her hand. Even as she spoke, she was doing magic tricks, randomly making cards appear and disappear, pulling them out of nowhere and then showing them off again. She was a real showgirl, and hopefully the ratings would reflect it. “Each contestant has three strikes! Once you lose the first time, you’ve gotta pull off your pants and sit in the hot seat!”

“Hey, that’s me,” Shyvana said in her low rumble. She waved her hand and grinned. “I’m the hot seat.”

Neeko nodded enthusiastically. “One strike, and you’ve gotta pull down your pants. Lose twice, and you’ve gotta sit on Shyvana’s cock while she fondles you! If you lose again while sitting in her lap, oops!”

Shyvana grinned rakishly. “Means I ain’t pulling out of that cunt until we’ve got another baby on the way.”

“Simple, see!” Neeko giggled. “Now, let’s introduce the contestants! First, we’ve got Nidalee!”

Of course, everyone in the audience would already know that. But, it was a show, and so Nidalee stepped forward from the side and waved her hand. Dressed still in those hiking shorts and a breast-tucked blouse, she looked hot enough to eat. Her dark, mocha skin was comfortable against the khaki of her outfit, her curves were ample and prodigious, and she looked ready to be a mother twice over.

“Nidalee!” Neeko cooed. “Tell us a fact about yourself!”

“Uhm…” Nidalee squinted and pursed her lips in thought. “I’ve been working in nature conservation for fifteen years?”

“Wow!” Neeko gushed. “Very cool!”

“What size are your tits?” Shyvana said far more bluntly, interested only in the dark-skinned cleavage ahead of her.

For some reason - probably nerves - Nidalee blushed. “Uhm. thirty-four double-D?”

A whistle. “Nice.”

“So that’s one lady down, and the next - !” Neeko moved over to the side and made every active attempt to offer a mic to the next contestant, but that achieved little. As she jutted the microphone forward, the loud pop of a piece of gum was the only thing it picked up - and the inherently sloppy, dismissive noise rang out loud and clear. Neeko winced and shuffled, clearly off-put. “Uhm…”

Qiyana removed the gum from her mouth with two fingers and tossed it to the side. Shyvana and Neeko followed the gesture, both equally annoyed in their own ways by it. She shuffled, looking as cocky as ever. She smirked and set her hands upon her broad, broad hips, wide enough for a half dozen kids - or so it seemed. Dressed in a TRUE DAMAGE-banded pink crop top and a set of high-waisted yoga pants, she looked like some yoga-whore.

“I’m Qiyana, but you all already know that,” the famous rap-artist cooed. She had a pair of sunglasses on her eyes, very bright and shiny and reflective, and it made it hard to see what she was thinking. “Facts about me? I’m the best star this side of Runeterra, obviously.”

“A-ah…” Neeko shimmied left to right. “Well - !”

“What size is that fat-fucking-ass of yours?” Shyvana asked directly, her incisors flashing roughly. 

Qiyana cocked her head. She pulled her lipgloss-laden lips into a haughty smirk. “Forty-five centimeters across… not that you’ll ever feel it.”

Shyvana chuckled. “Ah, we’ll see…”

“O-okay!” Neeko clapped her hands, cards and all, together. “Neeko thinks it's time to start! Sit, sit, contestants! Shyvana - please be ready!”

“‘Course,” Shyv drawled out. She waited with her arms crossed just behind the ‘dealer’, Neeko, who shuffled the cards one more time and set them down. Nidalee and Qiyana took their seats. Nidalee did so very ungracefully, more just plopping herself down there. Qiyana did so a bit more oddly: pulling the seat back, preparing herself, crossing one leg over the other, the works. 

Her sunglasses remained on. 

“Alright!” Neeko cleared her throat. “We’re going from left to right, and we’re starting… now!”

The rules of Blackjack were simple to most, and so the game was designed to be simple and fluid. A card was set face-down in front of Neeko, and then two cards set face-up - one in front of each girl. A five for Qiyana, and a Jack for Nidalee. Then, a second set of cards, showing a three and a one respectively. The girls looked at their cards and didn’t do much more; there wasn’t anything to do.

Neeko flipped a card over for herself, too, putting it next to her face-down one: a five. 

“Remember, the person who wins the round is the one closest to twenty-one,” Shyvana reminded both girls. It was for the camera, mostly. “If Neeko wins, the round is forfeit and we move on again.”

Qiyana smiled with those glimmering lips. She stared intently down at the pile of cards, then nodded. “Well, of course, hit me with another.” 

Neeko flipped a card for her, revealing a six for a total of fourteen..

Nidalee cleared her throat. “Hit?”

Neeko flipped. Four, for fifteen.

Qiyana continued to smile. “Hit.”

Six. That put her up to an easy twenty. Anything more would be inherently risky, but the number was solid.

“Hit,” said Nidalee.

Two, to get to seventeen. She would logically lose to Qiyana if she didn’t go for more, unless Neeko had something in her corner.

“Stay,” Qiyana said primly, as if unbothered. Shyvana found that it made logical sense, and so nodded.

“Hit?” Nidalee said tentatively. 

A five showed up. That put her instantly over, throwing her at twenty-two - a good thing that Qiyana hadn’t pulled for it, because it knocked Nidalee right out.

“Ah-ah!” Neeko cooed. “Nidalee might have lost, but it’s time to see if Qiyana beats the dealer or not!”

Qiyana remained entirely confidant. She didn’t do anything more as Neeko flipped over her face-down card, revealing a seven. The dealer floundered; sitting at seventeen meant she had to stay, and with Qiyana being higher to the goal of twenty-one, she won the round.

“Well, okay!” Neeko began to collect the cards again. “Qiyana wins the first hand, and that means Nidalee’s gotta take her pants off!”

Nidalee flushed. “I-if you say so… if I have to…”

Nidalee stood up. She seemed shy, but didn’t actually act all that shy as she unbuttoned her skimpy little shorts and drew them down her legs. Just beneath she had on what amounted to a little tiny underwear, little more than a hip-snug thing of dark fabric. Barely guarding, barely protecting her, and leaving most of her delightful fat ass on display.

“Hey, you’ve got a nice ass, too!” Shyvana chuckled. She reached out and spanked it, bringing her palm around in a hard, hot gesture. Nidalee gasped, but the sound did not sound indignant in the least - maybe, a bit aroused. “You’re a fuckable piece of meat, ain’t ya?”

Her crude, degrading words made Nidalee flush. The angle of her eyes was almost bashful, though. “Gross…”

Qiyana laughed from her seat. “Your underwear is even lewder than it looked! You really are a slut, huh?” 

Neeko’s brow furrowed.

“Time to sit in my lap, gorgeous,” Shyvana interrupted. She pulled the chair back and plopped herself down upon it, then patted her toned thighs. Her dick was hard in its pants, and would remain in the loose shorts until she needed to whip it out. “If you lose again, you’re sittin’ on my cock.”

Nidalee’s face was utterly red, but she nodded obediently. Again, she did not appear entirely shy as the plump swells of her ass dug down into the hard bulge of Shyvana’s dick, almost purposefully kneading into it. It was almost like twerking, but Shyvana did not think too hard about it - she just enjoyed herself.

“Next round!” Neeko finished shuffling the cards, then began to deal smoothly. One card, down; one card up beside it, showing a King. In front of Qiyana, a seven. In front of Nidalee, an eight.

Two more cards came out: a jack for Qiyana, and a queen for Nidalee. 

Qiyana waved her fingers. “Hit.”

She received a three for her efforts, putting her, again, at twenty. Shyvana snorted through her nose, almost impressed; if she started out with a seventeen herself, she might have just stayed out of nerves. Seeing the rest of the cards, including Neeko’s herself, indicated a potential for a loss, but Qiyana remained utterly confident.

“H-hit,” Nidalee said with a stilted voice. She had to exceed Qiyana or tie her to not get a dick twelve inches up her cunt, and it made her nervous. She was at eighteen, which was not a good look at all.

She got a four, once more knocking her out of the game. She flinched, and it made Shyvana chuckle. The half-dragon leaned in, kissed the back of her neck, and sent her hands sliding down to press against the mound of Nidalee’s pussy.

“If Neeko loses,” she told Nidalee, “My dick is going balls-deep in this tight jungle pussy… and if you lose again, I ain’t pulling out until you’re a mother. Got it?”

Nidalee quivered and said nothing.

Neeko smiled and flipped her face-down card, showing a four. At fourteen now, she was obliged to hit - and when she drew out a nine, could only frown in disbelief. 

“Oh,” Neeko said. “Neeko lost again. Okay. So - uhm, Qiyana -”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.” Qiyana smirked and leaned back in her seat, cocky as could be. “I’m just too good at this.”

Shyvana stared at her with a frown, but shrugged. It was, ultimately, a card came, and any card-counting savant could get away with it. More importantly, she had a slut to impale, and she did not hesitate to grab Nidalee’s hips and purr in a low, rumbling voice.

“Take my cock out,” Shyvana told her, “And pull your underwear to the side. I’m gonna see if this pussy is a good fit for me or not.”

“You’re lewd,” Nidalee accused. It was barely a comment, barely worth anything. She wasn’t even resisting, either. She brought her hands down and tugged upon Shyvana’s shorts, drawing out the big, fat bulge of her cock as soon as she could. Her hands were almost shaking as she did so, but she successfully tugged it out.

When twelve inches of rock-hard half-dragon dick plopped out between her athletic thighs, her eyes went wide. Nidalee’s entire dark face coloured and her lips parted in awe. It was not Ahri’s lovestruck expression nor Fortune’s dumb-eyed confusion, but something between. Shyvana found it curious, and it made her laugh.

“Yeah, lots of girls look like that when they see Dragon-dick for the first time,” she laughed. She pulled upon Nidalee’s hips, effortlessly lifting her some twelve inches high. “Now get it right up against that tight little pussy, girl.”

While Qiyana watched smugly and Neeko stared on with curiosity, Nidalee obliged. She did not fight at all, didn’t even act reluctant like Fortune. It was with a note of strange subservience that she pulled her underwear off to the side, baring her dark folds of the light, and then hefted the shaft around to point right at her quim. Some might have taken issue with it - Qiyana certainly would have - yet Nidalee pressed the rubbery tip of the breeding-meat right against her snatch itself.

“D-do it,” Nidalee said with a huff. It was not convincing. “Take me, because that’s why we’re all here.”

“Nah,” Shyvana laughed. “Sit yourself down. You’re used to sitting on rough things in the jungle, right? This should be a walk in the part for you.”

“Don’t objectify my job,” Nidalee whined - and again, obliged. She didn’t hesitate when it came to sliding straight down onto the dick, as if that was the only thing she wanted to do. There was not even a moment of hesitation or preparation for a dick that big. Shyvana herself had been prepared to wrench her down if required, but instead merely had to hold her hips as that nice cunt went down.

Shyvana sighed throatily as her shaft was slowly buried into the hot, tight pussy of yet another woman, the meat of it drawing and dragging across surprisingly soft, surprisingly wet walls. Nidalee was far more wet than Fortune had been, and that shocked her to some degree. She didn’t expect that, and it, more than the actual feeling of the snatch itself, was what made her chuckle and moan.

“Wow, you’re a wet little thing,” she said receptively. “How bad did you want my dick, Nidalee? Be honest.”

“I don’t,” Nidalee insisted in a hot, rushed breath. “These are just the rules, r-right?”

Shvyanna laughed. “Fucking right they are!”

Nidalee dropped down bit by bit, inch by inch, while the cameras watched, while Neeko stared and shuffled her cards, and while Qiyana examined her nails with a total lack of interest. Her sunglasses reflected everything, and not for the first time, Shyvana noted how thick they looked - but that was out of her expertise. 

Instead, she focused on the hot piece of ass that was grinding down into her lap, taking inch after inch of meaty, draconic cockmeat into her pussy. Thick, purple flesh split her open, driving walls apart, stretching out folds and lips and everything to get in deeper. It ground along tight, textured walls, drawing little whines from Nidalee’s lips. Wentess bubbled up with shocking thickness, as if the woman was really aroused by it all.

“You’re the wettest thing I’ve had in my lap all day,’ Shyvana chuckled. She reached around to palm Nidalee’s stomach, then patted it a few times. “Which isn’t saying much, to be honest… but hey, it’s something.”

Nidalee did not reply to that. She dropped all the way down, her insides grinding, rolling, across the big, huge, girthy slab of a thing. She took it remarkably well, without hesitation, without a moment of reluctance. She dropped down over eight inches, then nine, then eleven, before taking the entire damned thing inside of her body as if she was experienced with that size. She hit Shyavnna’s rough pelvis a second later, mashing brown assflesh into toned, taut, scar-lined muscle.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Shyanna purred. She sent her hands sliding around, palming whatever she felt like and squeezing the rest. “That’s some nice pussy, Nidalee. Can’t wait to stuff it up to the brim.”

“OKAY!” Neeko skipped and bounced on the balls of her feet. “Round three! Is it going to be the final round, or will Nidalee make a surprise turnaround and pass on the hot seat? Let’s see!”

Neeko began to deal cards. One face down for herself, and then, to Qiyana, an Ace. Neeko perked her head up and cooed, making for a very showy, flashy dealer.

“An ace!” She quipped. “That’s a one or an eleven! What do you want, Qiyana?”

“Eleven,” Qiyana said off the cuff, on the fly, as if she didn’t even care. Shyvana almost wanted to frown; the woman was clearly way too confident in herself and her talents to immediately go for that right out of the gates. Still, it was hard to think when she had soft pussy around her dick, and the same must have gone for Nidalee, too, who barely blinked as Neeko sent a four her way.

Neeko offered Qiyana another card: a five, making for a nice, neat sixteen. It was such a bemusing number that even Neeko frowned. Qiyana kept on hitting just right, it seemed. Neeko then gave Nidalee another four for a total of eight once more, then finally flipped an eight over for herself.

“Okay!” Neeko looked to Qiyana. “Y-”

“Hit,” Qiyana said off the cuff, barely doing anything more than looking at her nails, positioned ahead of the deck of cards.

“Oookay.” Neeko flipped over a card - a three. “Oh gosh! You’re at nineteen again!”

Qiyana smiled. “Mhmmmm.”

“Nidalee!” Neeko said cheerfully. “What do you want?”

Nidalee whined a bit. She sat and fidgeted upon Shyvana’s lap, stirring up thick, intoxicating girldick within her. The walls of her pussy squirmed against it, shuddering with each unsubtle movement. Sometimes, Shyv would buck her hips just a touch, letting her dick’s head grind against a womb - and the conservationist was taken back by it.

“You gotta answer some time this year,” Shyvana chuckled.

“H-hit!” Nidalee huffed, face red. 

Smiling, Neeko offered a card and said, “Neeko knows, her dick is mesmerizing, right?!”

Flushing red, Nidalee simply stared at her new card: a six, putting her to fourteen. She bit her lip and trembled. Shyvana, instead, planted her hands on Nid’s tits, right through her blouse, and squeezed them hard to elicit a tiny little gasp.

“Qiyana!” Neeko did a little merry jig. “Are you going to risk -”

“Hit,” Qiyana said easily, breezily, without worry.

Neeko blinked. “Gosh! She’s rolling the dice tonight! What’s it gonna be -”

A two. Qiyana hit a two, giving her a twenty one.

Qiyana smirked and yawned. “Blaaaaack jaaaaack.”

“Huh.” Neeko frowned. “Erm… shucks. That means… that means she wins. I mean…”

“We can just end this right now,” Qiyana tittered. “You’re not going to hit a blackjack too, dealer, so there won’t be a tie - and we already know Nidalee’s going to lose.”

Both hosts frowned in Qiyana’s direction.

“Let’s just cut it short and breed the bitch,” Qiyana said smugly. “No point in drawing more cards.”

“T-that’s not how the game goes,” Neeko insisted. She shook her head vehemently. “Nidalee? It’s your turn.”

Shyvana stared at Qiyana, not at all enjoying the way she leaned back in her seat. Even with soft tits in her hands, something felt off.

“I guess she’s right,” Nidalee said in an oddly muted, squeaking voice. “I s-stay. I doubt I’m going to win at this rate…”

She’s just giving in? Shyvana frowned. Huh.

Neeko scrunched up her nose. “Uhm… l-let Neeko see what, uh, she has -”

But Qiyana had already rose from the table and stretched her arms above her head, as if she was above it all. Neeko was left to flip over her next card, showing queen to her eight, and forcing her to stay at eighteen - a losing hand to Qiyana. Neeko looked up, frowned some more, and puffed out her cheek. Shyvana hummed, not sure what was going on.

“Er,” the half-dragon rumbled. “Okay. Well, I guess that means Nidalee lost, soooo it’s time to get the show on the road and breed that womb, yeah?”

The screen above flashed the words LOSER: NIDALEE!, and streamers began to fall from the ceiling over Qiyana’s curvy little body. Shyvana found it unfortunate that she didn't get to tap her ass right away, but she supposed there would be time for later. Nidalee herself was super hot, and -

“WAIT JUST A MOMENT!” Neeko shouted, and sprung to her feet. As Qiyana turned away from the table, putting herself into profile, Neeko lashed out. Her long, green tail, as prehensile as a chameleon, as dexterous as an elephant’s trunk, wrapped around Qiyana’s sunglasses and tore them from her face. The musician gasped indignantly and swung herself around, even reaching forward in shock - but to no avail.

Neeko jumped back and swept the glasses up into the light above her head, then flicked them down over her face. Her eyes went wide, and the quills in her hair flared out and began to rattle around in a Vastayan threat-display. 

“She CHEATED!” Neeko gasped. 

Qiyana also gasped. She crossed her arms under her bust and huffed. “As if! It’s blackjack, I’m simply an excellent card player.”

“LOOK!” Neeko threw the glasses to Shyvana, who caught them with one hand. She frowned, brought them over her face, and saw a strange view - a techie view, clearly what were smart glasses. She scanned around, and she noticed a few things in an instant: she could see through Qiyana’s outer layer of clothes, down to her thong and bra.

“Oh,” she laughed. “You’re a slut too, eh?”

Qiyana sneered. “Look here, you cunts -”

“Look!” Neeko insisted, and held up a playing card - purple on the back, utterly featureless save for the heart-and-sperm logo.  Shyvana looked at it, and found that she could, in fact, see through the card. The smart glasses did something called ink analyzation, and then projected a facsimile of what would be on the other side: an eight of spades.

Neeko flipped the card around, showing an eight of spades.

“Oh,” Shyanna breathed out.

“Neeko thought her comments were sus!” Neeko insisted. “Qiyana talked about Nidalee’s underwear, she was confident with the cards, and she was so weird at the end! She was cheating the whole time with these!”

“I - I wasn’t!” Qiyana scoffed. “You can’t prove they were on!”

“Piltover smart glasses,” Shyvana snorted. “That’s a fucking first for us.”

Qiyana scowled, face red. “I didn’t cheat, but so fucking what? Nidalee still lost because she’s a garbage player. So let’s get this over with -”

“Yeah, let's!” Neeko glared fiercely at Qiyana. “By the rules of the contract, if someone cheats, they forfeit the round and no matter what happens, they’re the ones that count as the loser.”

Neeko pointed at Shyvana and Nidalee. “So it doesn’t matter that Nidalee lost. She’s the winner now, and you’re the loser.”

Qiyana glared and laughed haughtily. “Excuse me? The little whore is already twelve inches down on the dragon’s dirty dick, what -”

Shyvana abruptly yanked Nidalee off her cock and plopped her forward on the table. The girl whined and whimpered, but for once, Shyv was remarkably gentlemanly about it - going so far as to rub her head and apologize.

“Sorry, babe,” Shyvana said to her. People thought she was crude and angsty all the time, which was mostly true - but she treated girls properly outside of the show, and Nidalee didn’t deserve this yet. “You’re a victim here, my bad.”

“E-eh?” Nidalee wrenched her head around. “You’re not… going to breed me?”

Though the words came out through a slutty drawl, Shyvana shook her head without recognizing it. “Nah, fair’s fair. Qiyana cheated, so she’s the one getting broken in on my cock.”

“That is so not happening!” Qiyana snorted. She stepped back, though, as if now scared of what was happening. “I didn’t - She lost! Not me! So - !”

Neeko’s tail lashed out again. It grabbed Qiyana by the arm and wrenched her forward, pulling her back toward the table. It then curled with prehensile grace and wrapped around her other arm, too, trapping them behind the small of her back in a few quick seconds. Neeko’s tail was both long enough and flexible enough for it, serving as a pair of makeshift cuffs to them both.

“Unhand me!” Qiyana hissed. “You’ll - you’ll rue this, damnit!”

Neeko smiled and pointed at the screen with one finger. “Let’s see what the screen has to say, huh?”

A jingle played, and then, smoothly, as if nothing wrong had ever happened: ROUND TWO WINNER: NIDALEE!

LOSER: QIYANA!

Streamers fell from the ceiling upon a half-naked, confused, quivering Nidalee. Qiyana snorted and tried to pull away from Neeko, but by that point, Shyvana was right in front of her. Her six foot five frame towered over the popstar’s five-two, rendering her a tiny, quivering little thing. Hands grabbed her shoulders dominantly, to which she could only squirm. 

“U-unhand me!” Qiyana sneered. “Hijo de puta!”

“I don’t speak Ixtal or whatever that is,” Shyvana sneered. She held no sympathy for the woman now that she’d cheated and lost - that wasn’t okay. They played fair and square, and Qiyana had not. That put her subject to the penalties of the contract, and those were unmerciful. “You cheated, and you’re gonna get punished for it you dumb slut.”

Qiyana kept on sneering. “I’d like to see you fucking try, okay, I did nothing wro -HEY!”

She shouted as she was shoved right down to her knees beneath Shyvana’s remorseless grip, forced to prostrate herself before the tall, monstrous figure. And, before she could get a word in edgewise and complain about her fate, she had the thickness of a twelve-inch bitchbreaker lubed up with another woman’s juices come slamming down against her haughty, bitchy face, all at once.

A loud, ringing thwap! Filled the air as skin hit skin. Her head of vibrant hair reeled backward, shivering against it. Her brown features were mashed up by the slab of purple dick, with the weight of using half her cheek as a cockrest. It rolled across her chin, halfway over her lips, along her nose, covering an entire eye, and then bounding up into her hairline.

“It weighs as much as a fucking brick!” Qiyana hissed. She glared at the shaft as if it was an offense. “G-get this dirty thing off me!”

“No can do,” Shyvana chuckled. She gripped her dick with one hand and, with the other, controlled Qiyana’s head, grabbing threads of her pink and blue hair to prevent movement. “You lost and you cheated, so you’re less than a babymaker to me right now.”

She brought her cock up - and then down in another hard, ringing cockslap, smashing the sensitive meat of it against Qiyana’s face. The truth was that she was already pretty hyped up from Nidalee just before, and her stimulation left her throbbing quite early on. Of course, as she smashed her shaft down against a pretty, haughty face, using plump cheeks as a pillow and makeup as a cleaning device, she found that she didn’t care all that much.

“Now, Qiyana, you’re just fuckdoll, right, a dumbass that came here trying to cheat us.” Shyvana shook her head. “The only use you are to me is a way to get off. Got that?”

“Maldito - !”

Again, Shyvana brought her cock down upon Qiyana’s face, slapping her like the whore she was. Cheating was a step too low for anyone, and in this, she had no sympathy. She simply battered the woman’s elegant, makeup-clad features with throbbing, glistening dickmeat, smashing herself down against her fine lips and over her forehead, smothering an eye with cock and a chin with her balls. She used her as a cockrest, nothing more, nothing less.

“I will sue the fuck outta you!” Qiyana snarled beneath the cock. “Animal repugnante - !”

Shyvana sneered. She dragged on the woman from the top of her head and wrenched her down the cock using her face as a pillow. She rubbed glistening dick against soft skin and makeup, smearing both together. Juices from another woman were spread in gentle patters, to Qiyana’s palpable disgust. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” The woman whined. She tried to move, tried to free her hands, but Neeko’s tail was as iron-clad as Shyvana’s hands. There would be no movement, not anymore, not like this. “You’re just a degenerate dragon! There’s a reason you all went extinct, you know!”

“I’m gonna enjoy using your body to make more little baby dragons,” Shyvana chuckled thickly. “It’s the most poetic justice there is.”

“Bastardo!” Qiyana swore. “You’re a filthy animal, unworthy of me! Get off me, damnit - !”

“She’s a dragon racist,” Neeko said matter-of-factly. “What do we do with those, Shyvana?”

“We stuff their throats so full of dragon-dick that they can’t get the taste outta their mouths,” Shyvana chuckled. She pulled on Qiyana’s face, dragging her dick down those soft, womanly features, smearing juice and makeup in equal measure, until her fat, rubbery head - which had just kissed another woman's womb - was pressed against those luscious dicksuckers.

“Fucking pedazo de mierda!” Qiyana snarled - and that was about as far as she got, or would get.

In the next second, Shyvana had wrenched upon her head and simply slammed the meat of her cock down into the gaping, gasping, indignant mouth of the bitchy rap-artist: plowing that fat swell of a thing into the heated confines of a famous popstar mouth. Once put to the use of rapping, always put to the use of bitching, now serving as a sheath for a half-dragon’s dick, there was nothing else that it could do but begin to gurgle as the ‘loss’ took hold in its entirety.

Shyvana had no reason to take it easy. She only needed to ram her dick down into that hot, gurgling mouth, protestful or otherwise, and smash it straight down. She buried herself into that indelicate heat in just a few rough motions, slamming herself along a writhing, angry tongue, and into the back of a bitchy throat that had once spat out gorgeous rap lyrics and had, more recently, spat out annoying remarks toward Shyv.

Qiyana’s eyes went wide. She gurgled insistently and glared up at Shyvana, but it mattered for naught. She couldn't stop the giant dick from hammering down into her mouth, slamming against the very back of it in just a few quick seconds of motion. She crashed down with hot, lurid intent, and as her rubbery cockhead smooshed against the entrance of a tight throat, she sighed; Qiyana, instead, slobbered.

Everything was indignant, but it did not matter to Shyvana. She pulled on the back of Qiyana’s annoying, cocky head, and she drew the woman up and along her shaft like the toy she had turned out to be. The woman could only cough around it, slobbering against it with wet, sloppy intent. There was little she could do when her wrists were bound and her body was captured, and now, with her jaw wrenched out to its widest point, she truly was stuck.

“How is her mouth?” Neeko asked, apparently curious and probably mostly just teasing.

Shyvana grunted. “Ain’t bad. Not the best, but you can tell she’s a serious cocksucker.”

Qiyana gurgled and redoubled her struggling, but there was nothing for her to do as the huge, thick dick ground down against her soft, fluttering tongue. She slurped around the shaft as Shyvana drew back, drawing her fat cock across those plump, cock-sucking lips. She drew away with an experimental push, and then immediately hammered forward once again.

She crashed down into that hot, tight mouth, stuffing it entirely full of dickmeat. There was truly no sort of delay, nothing even close to care or calm put into it. It was a rough push that smashed down Qiyana’s writhing tongue and filled her cheeks to the point of bursting, or so it seemed. Her entire jaw wrenched out wide, forced to accommodate the biggest, heaviest dick she would have ever seen in her entire damned life.

Qiyana coughed and sputtered about the cock, and that was all that she could do. Stuck on her knees, with her thicc thighs pillowed out beneath her, she looked every inch the whore she wanted to pretend not to be. She gurgled and coughed as cockmeat drove down into her mouth, thundering forward to the very depths and producing more sloppy, insane noise.

“Good, hot mouth for a slut,” Shyvana growled. She both pulled on Qiyana’s multicoloured hair and wrenched her hips back, allowing her dick to grind down past that tongue. Her hips swung away, drawing free, tugging with a wet gushing of saliva. Wetness sputtered up in thick strands of drool which helplessly lubricated the cock itself, no matter how insane it was. Drool surged as Shyvana tore herself back past those reluctant lips, moving away as fast as she could, before swinging her crunching abs around again.

Down she went, plunging into that wet mouth. Her dick ground down against a tongue, over plump lips, and along soft, squishy cheeks. She plowed down, causing Qiyana to gurgle pitifully - but insistently. Her noises were indignant, but ultimately useless. She could do nothing as the dick plowed down into her mouth and against her throat, leaving her a pitiful, helpless mess. She could only glare, and that, in turn, only made Shyvana laugh.

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “That’s a good look for you, whore.”

Qiyana sputtered indignantly, and continued to do so as Shyvana wrenched upon her head and rammed her dick down deeper, harder, and faster. She sent that fat swell of flesh plowing against the back of the woman’s throat, causing her to slobber even more. A wet rush of saliva came welling out, now bubbling along those fine, plump lips.

“These lips were made for blowing dick,” Shyvana groaned aloud. She shoved her dick against the very back of Qiyana’s throat, getting a good eight inches down now - more than enough for most girls to start wheezing. “Perfect cocksuckers, I swear!”

She rolled her hips around, drawing and dragging her shaft free. Qiyana continued to glare through watering eyes, but even that grew sloppier. Her eyes winced hard, tears prickling at their corners, as the dick shoved down faster, harder, outright fucking into the woman’s mouth. It plowed down against the back of her throat and moved further than that, straight into a tight, sputtering indignant esophagus. 

Shyvana moved harder and faster with every single moment, grunting with pleasure, groaning with desire, as she hammered down into Qiyana’s indignant mouth. Eyes flinched and recoiled, but there was nothing that Qiyana could do - nothing at all. She sputtered more and more as that thick slab of meat rolled through her mouth and throat, going harder by the second.

“Yeah, much better use for you like this,” Shyvana chuckled. “You’d be a natural at the deepthroat games, you know? Fuck, you’d be great at it. Ah, too bad, eh? Your chance to win slipped right the fuck away from ya.”

Qiyana sputtered. Her eyes watered, tears drizzling down from the corners of her lips. Hot sputters rose up and welled around, gushing and squelching with each rough stroke. By that point, Shyvana was skull fucking the slut, hammering her dick down into her throat itself. Her shaft crashed down deeper and deeper, stretching out tight esophageal walls, jamming out an entire buttery caramel throat like a mere sheath.

Balls slapped against Qiyana’s chin. Saliva gushed around her hot mouth. Lipstick and slime was coming off in large quantities, making for a serious mess. Qiyana could do nothing but gurgle for it all, throatfucked as she was. Her neck expanded and bulged more and more by the moment. Her entire body rocked, left at Shyvana’s total mercy - and there was none of that to be found in the least. Every bit of her was being fucked senseless, with her entire frame shuddering desperately.

Hot pops and wet bubbles echoed up as Qiyana’s throat was fucked. Saliva bubbled up over her chin and ran down her neck now, painting her pink halter top in sloppy lines. Tears ran down her cheeks, causing black mascara to go runny and slick over her face. It was all a true mess, an absolutely sloppy parade that would mark her out as a whore for life.

The big screen behind them recorded it all. Qiyana’s messy face was on full display, saliva, mascara, balls slapping, and all of that. Every gush of her throat, every swell and gurgle, perfectly shown. Shyvana carelessly plunged down again and again, fucking her throat and face for dear life, ramming some twelve inches of cock down to Qiyana’s stomach - or so it seemed.

But not for much longer. Shyvana was already sensitive, and she wanted to cum. It did not take long to come, but she knew where she wanted it - and it wasn't in the woman’s stomach. No, it was elsewhere, and so she roughly, almost brutally tore herself out of that tight throat to leave Qiyana gasping - the suddeness as overwhelming as the skullfucking itself.

Qiyana got one moment to breathe. One moment, where her eyes were blotchy with mascara, her lips stained with slime, her lipstick messy and runny. Strings of saliva connected her plump cocksuckers to the purple shlong itself, which, in turn, was covered by rings of lipgloss. All of that, slimy and slurpy and all, came plopping down upon Qiyana’s stricken face. She smacked it once, twice, then rubbed her dick against her face, sliding saliva all over the place.

“That’s a good look for you, slut,” Shyvana chuckled. “But do you know what your face really needs?”

Qiyana wheezed. “Eres repugnante -” 

“A good makeup coating of cum!” Shyvana barked, and she let go.

There was no other warning between those moments. In an instant, Shyvana’s dick jerked like the breeding-pipe it was, offering sudden gouts of cum up to the air. Surging waves of cum, finally shown in all their glory, lashed out against Qiyana’s bitchy face. White loads of seed gunked up her dark features, painting them over in a thickness that was beyond the pale.

Gooey, paste-like seed lashed across her face: over her chin, along her cheeks, across her nose, and along her eyes, bridging the gaps between long, dark lashes, and now-running mascara. An entire heap plapped against her forehead, and more of the whiteness dribbled down over her pink-and-blue hair to add a new colour to the mix.

Shyvana groaned. “Oh, fuck… that’s good…”

“Y-you - unworthy - piece of mierda,” Qiyana wheezed. “Disgusting - ah, fuck, get it out of my eyes!”

Though she fidgeted widely, she could not stop the cum from splattering across her face, drenching her with the messiest facial of her entire life. Cum was drooling off her face now, dribbling down her cheeks in strings, over her chin in long, thick lines, with the stuff giving her rich hair streaks of white. It was an utter mess bare none, and they all knew it. The cameras saw it all, and the look would probably be plastered all over the internet come tomorrow.

“Ah, a great look for you,” Shyvana chuckled. She slapped her dick down against Qiyana’s face a few more times, and each plop caused cum to squish and splash a bit more. “Nothing better than seeing a bitch’s face covered in my seed.”

Qiyana snarled. It was a comical look when she was half-buried beneath a dick the size of her arm. “Y-you’re a monster. Ugh, I’m too good for you! For this!”

“The only thing you’re good for now,” Shyvana told her darkly, “is to my breeding-bitch for the next few months. Ah - and speaking of which -”

She did not hesitate. She grabbed onto Qiyana’s bun and wrenched the woman to her feet. The girl shrieked indignantly, but couldn’t stop it - even though Neeko also let go of her arms at that moment. Throwing fists against Shyvana’s toned, chiseled abs meant nothing, and fighting back was pointless. Qiyana had signed a contract. She knew it deep within herself. She would not leave without being bred like a whore.

She was simply brought up to her feet and hauled forward, propelled into Shyvana’s powerful body: her face sandwiched into her shirt-covered tits and her belly mashed against her toned, taut abs, skin grinding against skin. With a draconic hand upon dyed hair, Shyv continued that almost brutal eye-contact - even as she sent her hand ramming down in a powerful slap.

She hit that fat, jutting ass, and made it clap monstrously. Skin wobbled titanically for the entire audience, and no matter how tight the yoga pants were, they mattered for nothing.everything shook as Shyvana dug her hand down and kneaded, practically shredding cloth amidst her fingers. Qiyana gasped and squealed shamelessly,unable to stop any of it.

“Hey!” Qiyana whined in protest. “Get your hands off me!”

“Forty-five across, right? That’s your ass?” Shyvana chuckled. “I’m going to enjoy making every last centimeter of it clap for me, you cheating slut.”

“Fuck off!” Qiyana snarled. “I’m not - nngh!”

She was twisted around like a toy, brought forward and tossed forward in the same breath. Her cum-covered face now faced the audience for a few seconds before she was driven down onto the table she’d been playing at, scattering the cards. Nidalee comically danced back, for she had now dressed back up but remained awkwardly fidgeting there with confusion.

“Fuck - !” Qiyana whined. She then gasped as Shyvana smashed her hand against her ass again, then, with powerful fingers, dug down and shredded her yoga pants: tearing them across her backside, ripping the waistband, the seams, the seals, all of it, until half of her ass was laid bare - down to her thighs themselves, leaving her in only a skimpy little thong.

“Hey, you were ready for this,” Shyvana chuckled. “Nice.”

She tore the thong apart too, leaving Qiyana naked. The woman gasped, more indignant than ever. “Those are expensive! I’m - I'm billing you!”

“No you’re not!” Neeko cooed. She skipped over until she was near to Qiyana’s side, smirking all the while. “It’s in the contract! Any clothes ruined on the show as a result of losing - and cheating is a subset of losing - are forfeit. Once you lose, you give up any chance at suing the show for damages relating to personal property.”

“What the fuck!?” Qiyana gasped. Her hands, now flung out in front of her, gripping the other end of the table for some sort of bracing, or steadiness, or anything. “That’s insane! You people are - “

Shyvana sent her fat dick slamming down against a colossal asscheek, hitting it with the force of a hand. Qiyana whined and tried to look over her shoulder, and then her eyes - one still strung over with cum - went wide. She sputtered as the slimy shaft drew down between her cheeks, sliding toward her cunt with measured intent.

“Keep that away from me!”  Qiyana whined. “Do you know who I am? I’m too important to be pregnant! I’m too good for a dragon to be my first kid!”

Neeko laughed. “Then next time, play to win, not to cheat! Silly girl.”

Shyvana only snorted. “You know, Qiyana, normally I fuck on stage because it’s my job… but for you? Right now? I want to fuck you just to put you in your fucking place, and that’s underneath me, taking my kids.”

“I promise!” Qiyana squealed, “I’ll sue you if – fuuuuuck!”

She roared out as Shyvana plunged her dick into her at that very second, at that exact moment, unceremoniously hammering that broad length of purple cockmeat deep into the unchaste valley of yet another woman’s sticky, slobbering cunt. There was really no delay in her motions. Shyvana was a  sex-machine bar none, an absolutely virile breeding-stud, and she didn’t have to wait for Qiyana to prepare herself or rationalize what was going on.

And, frankly, she didn’t care. She only focused on bringing her dick down and around, on hammering that big, fat length of meat forward as fast as she could. The meat of her shaft crashed through those tight, sticky rap-star folds, plowing headlong into a snatch that clearly didn’t want to be taking dick under any circumstances today.

Shyvana groaned as she plunged head-first into that tight, delicious pussy. Her shaft crammed down deep into the tight, unyielding walls of a gorgeous cunt, stretching everything out in a silky rush. Walls shuddered and quivered around her as if it took nothing, impaling a pussy that was too tight, too reluctant, to easily take her dick – but Shyvana remained determined.

“You fucking bitch!” Qiyana swore aloud, her voice hot and hoarse and utterly strained. In just those few moments, she sounded beyond delirious – and it was hilarious. “I can’t – believe – you’d - ! NNgh!”

Neeko leaned right over Qiyana’s bubblegum-blue hair. With the woman’s wrists bound out in front of her, there was precious little that could be done. “Shyvana has the best comedic timing! She always knows how to thrust at juuuust the right spot to make a girl squeal!”

“Shut up!” Qiyana gasped. “I-I’ll sue!”

Shyvana chuckled and rolled her hips around. The hard meat of her dick ground down into those too-tight walls, pressing out against walls that didn’t want to be taking her dick at all. She ground herself forward so as to stretch them out, to make more room for the bludgeoning purple cockmeat to follow. Each push, each shove, made Qiyana whimper breathlessly.

“I don’t think so,” the proud half-dragon said. She brought her hand down in a sudden, ringing slap, not caring in the least about how Qiyana felt about it. She simply lashed out and smacked one of her fat, brown cheeks with her hand, clapping it so remorselessly that the rapper could only whine. “You cheated.”

“Yup! It’s part of the fine print!” Neeko remained cheerful, even then. She, ever the perky wingman, did not skip a beat. “Once you cheat, you waive all legal action and circumstance and are punishable by gameshow-law, circa ruling thir-“

“Shutthefuckup!” Qiyana practically roared. “I am –I’m a singer! I ain’t your breeding bitc-nnnfgh!”

Shyvana slapped her ass again, hitting it at the right angle to make all that juicy, brown flesh clap. The skin thudded away from the point of impact with gorgeous, doughy ferocity, for the sheer meatiness of that fat ass was beyond doubt. It was a gorgeous, heaving swell, perfectly formed and suited, as if it was just begging to be clapped and pounded. 

She did not know if she’d ever seen a nicer ass in her entire life, and Shyvana loved it.

“Actually, from the moment you cheated, you literally are,’ Shyvana chuckled. “Look, slut; just think about how being a baby-momma will mellow that cockteasing attitude out, eh?”

Qiyana wheezed with indignation. She could do nothing as Shyvana rolled her hips back and pulled free in a hot, grinding tug, dragging the utterly colossal meat of her cock against tight inner walls. She was too big for most bodies, and Qiyana most certainly wasn’t in a mood to take dick at all. Every second was one of stretching and rubbing that left eyes watering, which was exactly how Shyvana loved it.

She pulled back hard and fast, drawing her dick out inches far. Her shaft tugged free of that hot, delicious seal of flesh, pulling away with brutal finesse. She moved up to the very tip, leaving just that lodged inside while the footline of her bitchbreaker was poised outside. And then, again, did she hammer it forward, unceremoniously plowing all that thick flesh deep into the tight, unchaste walls of a woman’s cunt.

“NNNFGH!” Qiyana roared out. “Hooly fuck! “

Neeko leaned in, pressed her elbows on the table, and plopped her chin into her hands. The rest of her was stretched out in a perfect ninety-degree lean, maybe even better than Qiyana’s pose – a true dick-taker’s pose. 

“How’s it feel? Neeko is very curious!”

“Get out of my face!” Qiyana snapped. “This – is – t-take it easy!”

Qiyana couldn’t do much more than squeal as Shyvana rammed her shaft forward, pounding apart walls with delicious ease. It did not matter how tight she was, how reluctant she seemed, her hole was just another hole, her womb an empty, waiting thing for draconic dickmeat. There was no denying the call to nature any more.

“Neeko loves this part,” Neeko cooed to the audience. “When a woman learns the amazingness of dragon-cock!”

“As if!” Qiyana snarled – and then whined again as Shyvana thumped down oh-so-hard and oh-so-fast, wringing that tight pussy out around her girth. She drew herself in and around, cockmeat sliding and pushing every facet of the way. Her cock speared ahead with a tight tug of her hips, which allowed her to move however she wanted, however she damn well felt.

She pulled on ahead. Her dick ground down against tight, fluttering inner walls, bending them like toys. Soft membranes squished around her girth, to her pleasure. The dragon-girl smirked and drew herself along, pulling back with a hard, mechanical stroke of intent – wrenching half of a footlong of cock out of those clinging folds to then buck her waist again.

“Are you sure you’re here to be a breeding-bitch?” Shyvana asked in her gruff voice. It made Neeko swoon. “’Cause you feel like you’re ready for a couple of dragon tykes in your belly!”

“I’ll fucking – ruin you!” Qiyana gasped. Yet, with every passing moment, Shyvana was picking up the pace: her hips swinging around harder, faster, working more of that colossal rod of meat inside. Using all twelve inches of bitchbreaking cock wasn’t easy when a girl was so tight, but if there was one thing she was good at, it was this: fucking cocky teases utterly senseless. “You’ll never financially re-re-f-f-fuck!”

She squealed as Shyvana hammered down hard, ramming the tip of her rod against her womb itself. As she made full, lurid contact with that baby-maker, all Qiyana could do was whine and lower her head halfway to the table – a pure, total slut. Her spine quivered and stretched as taut hips plowed headlong against her fat, jutting ass, finally clapping it as nature intended for.

Purple hips that were toned and chiseled with muscle-mass lashed out and hammered down, hitting with percussive, ringing force. Skin smashed against skin, and did so with utterly delirious force and firmness. Skin bounced against skin in an unbearable wave, causing a magnificent jiggle to pass across the rap-artist’s entire fat ass.

“I think you should focus less on your lawyers,” Shyvana barked, “And more on the money it’ll take to raise three dragons.They’re hungry little bastards, let me tell you.”

Qiyana whined aloud as the cock rolled and rutted through her glistening chasm, now taking full advantage of her snatch. It was proven that she was just another hole for a dragon's dick in just  a few quick moments. No one was coming to save her. her opponent was sneering at her stroke of good luck. The utter ridiculousness of the moment was laid bare, and everyone could see it.

The audience and the cameras would be drinking it up now. This was what they all came for. They loved to see the Dragon in the fit of action, to watch her pummel and break down another cocky, teasing slut on her dick, to watch in high-detail the luridness of proper breeding sex. Out there, in the world, there were many girls like Neeko, waiting to be bred by dragon-dick. These  girls in here were just idiots who didn’t know better, and like Qiyana, suffered for it.

“You can’t – fuck!” Qiyana wheezed. “Get – away – nnngh! With - ! This!”

“What are you talking about, idiot?” Shyvana laughed. “You’re the fat ass slut that came in here and tried to break the rules. You earned this for yourself.”

She swung her hips around hard and fast, now battering away at the fluffy curve of Qiyana’s big ass. She had to admit it felt every bit as good as it looked, with fluffy layers of pure meat plapping against her hard hips. Each impact sent a spark of pleasure through her, but that was nothing compared to the beautiful sight of rippling brown flesh ahead of her. 

“But I gotta say, I’m glad you did,” Shyvana groaned with lust.  “Not enough fat-assed hoes come around these parts, and I love watching some good cheeks clap .”

Qiyana tried to speak, and then only moaned violently as the shaft smashed into her core and impaled her. A footlong of dick was rearranging her insides in short order, leaving her wheezing. The dragon used it all as if it was nothing, as if the buck and thrust of her hips was mere routine instead of something more poignant. Hard, deep thrusts shook her and railed her, turning her insides to putty, her snatch to mush, all for the cameras.

“Fuuuck,” Shyvana groaned readily. “That’s some good damned pussy on top of an amazing ass – shit! How did you ever go without being bred before? Ah –“

“Hey, hey!” Neeko chimed in. She spun herself around, now laying out across the table toward Qiyana’s ass. She was every inch the showman that she professed to be – probably after having watched one too many of LeBlanc’s shows, no doubt. “How’s her pussy ? What do you rate it?”

“Uhhhhh.” Shyvana frowned. She hated being put on the spot like this. “What, like, out of five?”

“Ten!” Neeko beamed. In the background, Qiyana protested and whined like a slut in heat. 

“Let’s say…. Eight? Eight and a third outta ten. Good, but not wet enough. Needs to be stretched out more.” Each word came out of her mouth in a matter of fact drawl, easy and loose. Qiyana wheezed with each one, as if utterly mortified. “Her ass, though – that’s an easy ten. Fuck, maybe an eleven. Feels like a fuckin’ pillow for my hips!”

“It looks great!” Neeko chimed in. She leaned over and directed the cameras with her hand, finger flung out with enthusiasm. “Look at it go! Gosh, it’s like – uhm – water! Like water… when it ripples!”

Neeko was not entirely poignant, but her observation remained correct. Qiyana’s ass was rippling and bouncing like water with a stone skipped off it: a series of ripples and wobbles that left it shivering. Each time Shyvana’s hips came down, the entire brown mass violently cascaded away from her body. Each thrust left it shivering like putty, barely capable of taking those thrusts.

Powerful thumps echoed out into the air, drowning out most other noise. The entire fat swell of meat went concave for seconds at a time, quite literally rippling into a damned cushion as Shyvana laid in and forward. She plowed down with hot, feral intent, and she crashed forward without a care in the world – with deliciously deep, skin-smashing impacts of pure force and power. 

The entire table was rocking now. Built for the gameshow and rated sturdy by the engineers, it nonetheless failed to accommodate the entire force of a half-dragon in lust. With one hand she grabbed hold of Qiyana’s breeding-hips and pulled; with the other, she spanked her fat ass on occasion, adding perverse smacks to the air. She dug her fingers in and squeezed just a second and a half later, enjoying how it all filled out her palm.

“Fuck!” Qiyana squealed. “F-fuck! You – fuck! Nnngh!”

“Neeko doesn’t think she’s walking straight in the morning!” Neeko said happily, almost too enthusiastically.

“She’d better be fuckin’ waddling in a few months, too,” Shyv growled. She hammered down, pulling on the bound woman's hips to ram forward. She hammered forward again, and again, as cameras zoomed in to watch her- to watch her flexing muscle, to see her sharply contorting abs and wobbling breasts. Each thrust was done with a supreme display of exertion, and that, in turn, fucked Qiyana so hard that the table was sent rocking upon its metal legs.

Qiyana hung her head low and wheezed; words escaping her in the rictus of effort she’d been put through. Shyvana, however, did not take that lying down. She reached out with her powerful purple hand and grabbed the bun at the top of Qiyana’s bubblegum-like hair. She wrenched it up as if it was a doorknob, pulling the squealing woman’s head back.

“Fucker!”  Qiyana wheezed. “Cunt!”

“Nah, nah, stare at the cameras while I breed your brains out, you dumb slut,” Shyavanna growled. “You’re the first person to break the rules in years – I want everyone to see your face when you get what you deserve.”

“It’s j-just a g-game”! Qiyana whined as her hair was pulled and her ass was beaten like a drum, endless and ferocious. Every bit of her was quivering, shivering, as she was taken like an utter bitch, railed so hard that the entire table was shaking. She was forced to face the camera while others watched her ass beating like a gong, the skin vibrating with lustful intensity.

“Yeah, and this is also a game: Roulette.” Shyvana dug her fingers down and grunted hard, now feeling her arousal spill over. “We’re gonna see if you get one, two, or three kids right now!”

Qiyana gasped. “N-Nofuckkkkk!!!”

Shyvana rammed down for the final, messy time, and to the sound of Qiyana’s incessant squealing, she came. Just as intense as the last  two times, cum poured out in a sudden, volcanic eruption, drowning her cunt in sudden, intense waves of warmth. Gushing, gooey cream lashed out in slurping rushes, each one moving with the same sort of virile life, the same sort of ferocity, as Shyvana herself.

And, as Qiyana squealed indignantly at the thought of being bred, she was, in fact, bred. Her insides took gushes of cream so potent that a brick wall would have struggled with it. Her pussy was nailed and creamed in ways too intoxicating to understand, with velvety sweeps of potent, virile fluid staining every square inch of her. It was as if Shyvana’s baby-batter itself carried the same vitriol that the half-dragon herself bore, and it all crashed down with a burning need to leave Qiyana waddling in a few months’ time.

The screen reflected that perfectly. Torrents of seed lashing out and running along Qiyana’s pussy, flooding her womb with utter, monstrous virility, before going after her life-giving orbs with reckless ferocity. The stuff moved like seeker missiles in action, trailing along the woman’s womb to get right at her deepest of spots - hammering away at anything like a rolling military bombardment, seeking to breed whatever was in range.

Sometimes, it was hard to tell what was reality or what was fiction when two horny fools like Soraka and Zeri were behind the screen, animating whatever they wanted. It was probably not realistic when Qiyana’s ‘egg’ began to squirm around and try to dodge the incoming bombardment, but it was certainly amusing to watch. Of course, it failed to avoid impregnation: it was an inevitability.

A powerful strand of baby-batter captured it, wrapping around it like a serpent with prey. It moved once, twice, curling around it, smothering it as it tried to squirm free - and then reared up like a cobra for a strike before plunging down mercilessly. It didn't even take ten seconds. Right there on the screen, the cobra-lashing sperm-cell roughly impregnated Qiyana, forming a nice little ball with a gooey heart in the center.

QIYANA: FERTILIZED & BRED, the screen now showed.

Shyvana grunted. “Fuuuuck. That was hot. Shit, that was good…”

Qiyana wheezed through watery eyes, saliva dangling from her lips as thick as the cum off her chin. “I’ll… get my revenge on you for this, d-damnit… just wait and see…”

Shyvana chuckled. She shook her head and locked eyes with Neeko. “Babe, wanna do the honours for me?”

“Sure!” Neeko smiled. She snapped her fingers, and, from the ceiling descended a package - one of the pre-made sets for those just in case moments. Upon a little silver platter was a collar, like a choker, but heavier-set, as if made for a dog. It was a glimmering purple, the same shade as Shyvana’s skin. 

Upon it were the words Shyvana’s Slut, complete with a cute little heart mark on the end and the show’s emblem upon the front. 

Qiyana groaned. “Don’t you dare!”

Neeko snapped it in place around Qiyana’s neck, then stepped back and giggled. “Neeko thinks it looks amazing on you!”

“I’m gonna fucking -!” Qiyana snarled. “J-just wait until you see what happens!”

“Also!” Neeko chimed up. She clapped her hands together. “Because Neeko knows Qiyana didn’t read the fine print, and because Neeko’s audience has never seen this before, Neeko wants to explain!”

“We talked about the third-person thing, babe,” Shyvana sighed. Her hips rolled, stirring up gooey cum in thick heaps. 

Neeko spoke right on. “When someone loses on the show, they owe Shyvana one -” she held up one finger “-Baby. However! When someone cheats, they owe Shyvana three babies!”

Qiyana’s eyes widened in horror as Neeko showed three fingers. She then whined when the three on one hand were set against the one on the other, making it clear what was implied.

“Qiyana just got knocked up! With only one baby,” Neeko said, still grinning as if it was prime-time comedy. “Which means that she contractually owes Shyana two more kids! Sooooo we’re going to be seeing her again in nine months to get started on the other two babies!”

“Pedazo de mierda, este es el final para ti, te voy a arruinar - !”

As Qiyana spat her vitriol, Neeko kept on smiling.

“See, people! It doesn’t pay to cheat!” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, we’re going to need another break before round three, but real quick - up next it's Evelynn and Kai’Sa, so stay tuned!”

“Este es el final para todos ustedes a los que voy a demandar!”

Neeko flashed a peace sign, and the cameras went dead for a commercial break.

This time, they’d certainly need it, what with Qiyana still shouting in her mother tongue about stuff that didn’t matter - nothing that would change her fate of being Shyvana’s on-call baby-momma for the foreseeable few years. 

It would be a good fate for the annoyances she’d caused today - and they were only on round two.