Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Sejuani & Ashe & Lissandra - Part 1

  "Soraka, please. Let her go," Ahri said... again... pleading this time.

"Not until she's good and rested." There was ice in Soraka's eyes and barbs on her tongue, but her hands were all warm blankets and soft pillows as she stroked Caitlyn's back.

They had played at this song and dance for close to what must have been half an hour. Ahri began furious as all hell, trying to pry Caitlyn free with steel words and a stone voice. When that failed, she tried to coax Soraka with sweet promises and careful reassurances. When that failed, she tried to bargain, offering her a position at the front of the queue for the next event. That last one only made Soraka hold on tighter. Which brings us here, to pleading.

"She can relax on her own, dear," Ahri said.

"Nothing soothes an ache like a gentle embrace," Soraka said.

"Caitlyn, are you sore?" It was a command, not a question.

"No," she said carefully. "I'm all better now."

Ahri gave Soraka a significant look, but Soraka only held Caitlyn tighter.

"Must she be subject to such loneliness?" The barbs returned to Soraka's tongue. "How long has it been now, a day? You supply her with food and water, yes. But what of companionship? Scraps. That's what you give her. Little fleeting scraps in the dying hours of her rounds. It's not enough. Not nearly enough."

"Do you feel deprived, Caitlyn?" Another command.

Caitlyn put on her best smile. "Not at all. Really, mommy, I'm fine." She stroked Soraka's arm.

Soraka's eyes darted between Caitlyn and Ahri. "But... But..."

"Please, Mommy. Others are waiting to spend time with me. I don't want to keep them waiting."

The ice in Soraka's eyes melted. Her tense grip loosened. "You're anxious?"

Caitlyn glanced at Ahri. Her look was expectant. "Yes, quite so, I'm afraid."

Soraka let out a breathless sigh and let go. As if she were dealing with a wild animal, Caitlyn took her time getting to her feet, afraid a sudden movement might startle her into an attacking embrace.

Ahri lay a protective hand on Caitlyn's shoulder as she offered Soraka her hand. "Come now, dear. Time to go."

Soraka avoided her eyes. "Yes, Mistress Ahri." She rematerialised her golden leotard and made her way to the doors.

Ahri followed at her heel, shut the doors behind her and sighed. "I do apologise, dear."

"Oh no, it's alright. Not your fault."

"If she didn't have such pure intent in doing so, I would never allow her to..." Ahri waved her hand as if wiping dirt off a window. "No, it's not your concern." She smiled. "Well done, dear. Another region completed."

"It's no big deal." Caitlyn shrugged.

Ahri's tails flicked as she raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then, I suppose you won't be requiring a rest."

"I already got one. And a long one too."

"After this round then."

It would be wrong to say that made Caitlyn's confidence shatter. No, more like it froze. Not the way ice freezes, mind you. The way a child freezes at the sound of their parent's shout. Or the way a mouse freezes when it sees a cat.

"But..." A faint ember of hope warmed Caitlyn's voice. "I don't get breaks between rounds. And there are three rounds in this region, at least."

"Three partners." Ahri grinned.