Futanari League of Legends Story: A Frustrated Quinn's Secret Desires Quick note: hey there guys, I am not the creator of this storie so all cradit goes to a This link (Fanfiction.net) is not approved. Submit this link for approval site member Undefined7. If you wish to see more of his work, just go to This link (www.fanfiction.net) is not approved. Submit this link for approval Warning: This story contains futanari on female. In other words - girls with dicks having sex with females. If the continent offends, you are advised to leave Eyes in the sky Quinn returned to the ladies' locker room after suffering a crushing defeat. As she removed her heavy pieces of armor she overheard the murmurs of her allies. "God, why can't people just summon Vayne or Caitlyn?" Katarina whispered. "Even Urgot would be a better choice, at least that… thing can initiate." Shyvana fired back. Miss Fortune poked her head out from her locker. "What's the point of having less than 550 range in the first place? When does that ever work out?" Though her face remained calm and stoic, her allies' words pierced Quinn straight through the heart. She was always eager to test her skills and put showcase the fruits of her training, and yet nobody wanted to see her on their team. If she performed well and led her team to victory, someone else would take credit. If she performed well and lost, she would take the blame. "Hey can you just stick to top lane or something and let real marksmen do the whole "carrying" thing?" Katarina shouted from across the room. "Why? So she can feed somewhere else?" Shyvana added on. The rest of the girls laughed. The whole room seemed to be against her. She stared at her crossbow in her hands and bit her lip. She didn't want to be there. She wanted to be out with Valor, hunting in the cold northern forests of Demacia, or even exploring in Freljord. Though she enjoyed being summoned by a competent summoner, Quinn was more than happy to be off on her own where she could enjoy the fresh air with only Valor at her side. She removed her ornate golden helmet and placed it in her locker, scratching her short purple hair. She looked over her shoulder to the showers and could see they were already starting to fill. Quinn preferred to shower by herself. She sighed and wrapped a towel around her waist before slipping out of her brown, armored leggings from beneath. …and then things took a turn
