Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Vi II

Caitlyn awoke under the grip of a thick duva. From the neck down, it pinned her, tucked brutally under a king-sized mattress. There was enough room to squirm, even roll over, and yet she still felt trapped. Something soft bound her chest and arms and legs. She tore off the covers.

One-piece pyjamas covered her body. Her rather noticeably not exhausted body.

"Welcome back."

Caitlyn started. Ahri was reading a book in an armchair in the corner of the large, sparse room. Clothes covered her too. Her usual red silks. They felt... nostalgic. She snapped shut a book and tossed it onto a coffee table; the only other piece of furniture.

"How long was I out?"

"Two days."

Caitlyn's heart raced. "Everyone's gone, aren't they?"

"I can't get them to leave."

Relief flooded Caitlyn. She sunk into the spongy mattress and ran her hands over her face.

"Oh, thank goodness you're not stressed." Ahri's voice was ice. "We wouldn't want that."

"Ah. You know."

"Of course I know!" Ahri shot to her feet and marched to the foot of the bed. She loomed like a headmaster. "Don't pretend they roped you along. I can see the guilt in your eyes."

"Swirling pools, right? Kind of murky?"

"Yes."

All in all, Ahri didn't look too angry. Sure, her brow was creased and her lips pursed. But her tails hovered idly behind her, fanned out unevenly. Frustration bubbled in her eyes; more like the gurgles of a swamp than the boil of a pot.

Ahri snapped her fingers. "Stop reading my emotions and say something for yourself."

Caitlyn tugged at her collar. "I made Kayle cum. Did you have to do up the top button? That's just cruel and unusual." She undid it.

"I'm aware. And yes, I heard." Something flickered through the bubbles. "Good job."

Caitlyn got to work on the rest of the buttons. "Good job? I give her her first orgasm in centuries and all I get is a 'good job'?"

Ahri flashed a thin smile. "Excellent job."

"That'll do." Caitlyn shrugged free, but found a bra underneath. And not a sexy one either. "How long until clothes feel normal again?"

"A day or so. This isn't a small deal, Caitlyn. You broke the rules. Again."

"And beat your challenge." The bra clasp refused to comply.

"Yes..."

Ahri raised a finger. A blue glow enveloped it. She curled the finger and the clasp came loose.

The bra fell free, and Caitlyn sighed as her nipples reunited with the open air. "Do I still get my request? Anything remember."

"Your request will be that I don't bar you for life."

Caitlyn met Ahri's eyes. The bubbles were gone. Deadly cold Sencerity cast her eyes.

"That's... very generous of you, Mistress Ahri."

"It is." Ahri reached into a pocket on her skirt, pulled out a spherical flask of purple liquid, and tossed it to Caitlyn. Caitlyn lurched forward and caught it inches above the sheets. Ahri headed for the door. "Welcome to the club. She'll explain what that is."

"Who will-"

Ahri opened the door, revealing Vi. A shit-eating grin plastered her hardy face. The pink hair, the shaved sides, the cheek tattoo, the smell of oil and chemtech fumes – they were home. Even if she was dressed in odd clothes.