Futanari League of Legends Story: A Frustrated Quinn's Secret Desires

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Warning: This story contains futanari on female. In other
words - girls with dicks having sex with females. If the
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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.
Most of the ladies in the League had no
trouble changing out in the open. Their
sizeable breasts, feminine curves and long
beautiful hair gave them the confidence to
prance around in the nude. But Quinn was
different. She was shorter than most of the
women, her breasts were small, her body
was toned and muscular and she didn't do
anything fancy with her hair. Her most
admirable feature was her perfectly round
ass, the result of a strict workout regiment
and proper diet. Still, she did whatever she
could to remain covered when in the
presence of others.
She wrapped her towel tighter above her
chest and walked over to a small hallway
at

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