Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Vi

It was a bad idea. It was a really bad idea yet, Caitlyn approached the manor anyway. A mahogany door towered over her. She checked its number made of gilded steel. 51. She squinted to recheck the street's sign. Oceanview Street. She couldn't deny it, she'd arrived where Ahri's note had said to.

Sun gleamed off of the manor's towering, white brick walls. It twinkled in its many windows. Boring down directly above. Midday. She'd arrived when the note had said to. All that remained to do was to follow the final instruction.

Knock three times. Short and sharp.

Cailtyn's hand lingered before the door, her knuckles inches from the rich, dark wood. She looked over her shoulder. The street, a path of orderly, white tiles spanned across the arch of a hillside. Houses populated only one side of the street. The other had been left open, exposing Piltover's bayside sprawl.

Rolling hills topped with lavish, fine houses cascaded towards the ocean, meeting the beach in an orderly line. Ships floated lazily across a vast stretch of endless, sparkling blue. They moved so slow that they seemed not to move at all, as if the ocean's beauty had distracted each and every captain from their work. Even from afar, the wind carried the ocean's salt, fanning Caitlyn's nose with sharp, salty air.

The place Ahri's note had brought her was a beautiful, good place but, everywhere in Piltover was a beautiful, good place. It was the first thing they'd taught her in the academy.

Never allow yourself to feel complacent. You may feel like you're in the good part of town but, in Piltover, everywhere is the good part of town. Criminals know this. Our nation's beauty is their camouflage.

On the surface at least.

Caitlyn shouldn't have come. Not on her own in the very least. She should have told someone where she was going. But she hadn't. She knocked on the door. Three knocks, short and sharp. Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing happened. A relief. She could go home. This wasn't her, hooking up with a stranger. Yesterday had been a one-time lapse in judgment. Yes, a lapse in judgment that's all.

Ahri flung open the door.

Her golden eyes flared. Her pointed black, cat ears perked. Her nine tails swished and swooshed around her.

"You came! Ah, excellent choice! Are you ready to explore your spirit's truest desires?"

She wasn't. "I..." She should say no. "I am, Ma'am."

Ahri giggled. "Good but, drop the Ma'am stuff for now. Unless..." She stroked Caitlyn's cheek. "You plan on getting me out of my clothes again?"

"W-W-Well, I uh- wait... um... have I misunderstood, Ma- I mean Ahri? Isn't that what you invited me here for?"

"Maybe, dear. If you get that far. No, I've prepared something beyond your wildest of fantasies today. Come, it's better you see for yourself than hear it from my lips. It truly must be seen to be believed." Ahri gave Caitlyn a little smirk before turning and heading inside. Her tails flicked and snapped with the sway of her hips.

Caitlyn took one last lingering look over her shoulder at the beauty of Piltover before stepping over the manor's threshold. She followed Ahri down a tall, elegant hallway. Red velvet carpeted the floor. Golden rails lined tall walls of dark, rich mahogany. A crystal chandelier suspended from a high ceiling scattered beams of rainbow light. Several ornate doors lined the hall but Ahri opened none of them. Instead, she escorted Caitlyn to a towering set of double mahogany doors at the end of the hall. She grabbed the handles and looked over her shoulder at her.

"You don't have any heart conditions do you, dear?"

"Wh- what?"

"Do you?"