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Poppy awoke to thick, choking air clogging her lungs. Nothing but the throngs of the Black Mist filled her vision, blotting out even the bleak night sky.
Or at least, she assumed it was night.
With darkness surrounding her on all sides, her perception of the current time was hazy at best.
“Wh-where…”
The mist seemingly responded to her. Steadily, the path before her opened but what it led to kept Poppy frozen in place.
An obscene blot of darkness coated the sky above the once bright and vibrant capital. Chaos ruptured through the streets as innocents scrambled to evacuate. Malicious swirling blight enclosed from all sides, bringing with it horrors from beyond.
Creatures ran rampant across the streets, laying waste to the remaining military forces left standing. Poppy moved to intervene - to do something to quell the madness - but her body locked in place. As she feebly glanced down, she found her limbs chained to the pavement. Helpless to watch her world crumble to Ruination.
Again.
“So have you gotten tired seeing your shiny, little home razed to the ground yet or…”
The brooding voice in Poppy’s ear chimed, much to her ire. She need only turn to her side to find the culprit behind her long hours – if not days – of torment.
Poppy never did understand other yordles. She found her place among the ordered foundations of Demacian culture. No games nor wanton chaos. Firmly grounded in reality as opposed to Bandle City where mischief and whimsy were as common as air.
Having spent little time with her fellow yordles indulging their disarray, Poppy couldn’t say if the events unfolding weren’t what passed as a harmless “prank”.
She glowered at her unwanted company, for once not needing to aim her head towards someone clearly outsizing her. “I should let you know, I’m not good with jokes.” Poppy growled, weighing out if she was angered more by staring at the destroyed city streets or at her “hostess”.
Poppy’s disciplined presence, developed through centuries of Demacian living, drastically differed from her kinswoman; slouched and aloof, as though her presence in this conceived nightmare of a realm was a minor inconvenience to her at best.
Poppy didn’t see another yordle standing beside her in this field of swirling sickly clouds. She saw a blight, following in the path of a tyrant that would see the end of all life before his long-dead queen.
Vex didn’t appear to care either way.
“Cleary.” The other yordle mumbled drearily, rolling her eyes at Poppy’s defiant glare, carrying her look of disinterest in earnest. “You spent all your time living in one.”
Despite her constant effort to pass down her treasured gift from Orlon, Poppy never longed for it more than she did now. She’d flatten this pompous upstart into a pulp without a second thought.
Instead, she calmed herself. Succumbing to her bickering was beneath her. “Spare me your tricks! I’ve been sitting here watching your little game for…I don’t even know how long. What do you want with me?”
Vex didn’t answer right away, staring off into the sky with a distant look in her eye. She gazed at the plume of Black Mist that blotted whatever sun or moon dared to cast light. It consumed the distant towers that acted as monuments towards the kingdom’s grace. In the distance, destruction overtook the city from the inside out.
She beheld it as if she were witnessing the stars from Targon’s peak.
“To…bring out your best self.”
Poppy hadn’t expected her to make a single expression beyond the dismissive, bored frown she firmly held, making it all the more uncomfortable when Vex glanced at her with a humorless smile. There wasn’t a single shine in her ruby eyes. No child-like joy that was synonymous with yordles as a whole. It gave Poppy chills.
She was hit with a sense of dread as her mind put together the double meaning in the yordle’s words. The fall of Demacia, repeated before her eyes over and over again-
“You want me to be like you…”
Slowly, the other yordle’s head craned, like a teacher gauging a student’s answer. “No…not like me. But better than what you are now.”
“Well whatever it is you’re going to do to me, it’s not going to work. It’s never going to work. Eventually, I’ll break out and find my hammer so that we can have a nice, long chat.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s what the last Demacian said…minus the hammer bit. You really have a thing for that, don’t you?” Poppy’s eyes widened at the thought of another Demacian trapped in the same position she was in. She knew not the true state of the kingdom – where its heroes were and if they were still fighting back the waves of undead. “Take a look at your hair, mallet-for-brains.”
For a moment, Poppy’s resistance wavered. Her eye quickly fell on her golden locks. They were often kept pristine, putting her best look forward whenever she regarded anyone in the kingdom. She couldn’t bear the idea of stumbling across the true keeper of Orlon’s hammer with her appearance a mess.
She gasped sharply upon seeing the whitening streaks that infected her pigtails. More of the sickly green fog pooled around her, seeking to contaminate her further. Poppy could only swipe away the affliction. Her desperation strengthened her resolve, now aimed towards her clawing at her chains.
“I’m not going to stop fighting! Not now, not ever!”
Vex’s bored frown returned. “You have been doing that. A lot. It’s gotten dull.” She crossed her arms, sulking. “Whatever. It’s not like it’s gonna make a difference. He always gets what he wants in the end.”
Poppy bared her fangs. “Your so-called ‘king’ right? He’s going to have to start learning to get used to-”
“Are you gonna hurry up and change soon?” Vex groaned moodily. She glared, frustrated enough that even staring at her slowly decoloring hair was more interesting than speaking to her. “Maybe we can…speed this up.”
Vex held up a hand vaguely outlined by the oversized sleeves obstructing them. Her fingers snapped.
Both yordles heard the rumbling footsteps that followed. Slow, lumbering thumping that shook the very ground. At first, Poppy felt herself shudder, thinking the colossal Galio finally awoken. A terrifying prospect – that the Black Mist could corrupt the kingdom’s greatest defender. But that was far from the case.
Behind her stood one of the many undead creatures she’d been familiarized with. Its formidable size set it apart from the rest of its kin but it was ultimately just another skeletal abomination. A pale imitation vaguely resembling anything human. Its gaunt skin - if one could call it that - was a swirling mix of gray and glowing green, resembling the Black Mist that spawned it.
From what Poppy witnessed before, the wraiths themselves acted only on ravenous instinct, attacking anything that appeared in their sight. No sense of reason or self, nor a mind that it could call its own. This one remained obedient, approaching at the call from its superior.
Slowly it gazed down at Poppy, an empty yet hungry stare the only thing found in its glowing eyes. It sized her up like its next meal yet it refrained from making it so. Its master did not command it.
Not yet.
Had Orlon’s hammer been in her possession, this ghoul would’ve already been reduced to dust. Its blank stare was not something Poppy needed to see for an extended period of time. Again, Poppy saw fit to yank at her chains, none of them budging. Another one of Vex’s sick games it seemed.
Vex in particular was unfazed by her minion that dwarfed her in size. Instead, she regarded it with an expectant glare before turning to Poppy. The unspoken order was followed immediately after.
“What the-”
Poppy felt the wind knocked out from her. Her brain didn’t register when the ghoul had brought its hand to the back of her head; only that she was now face down onto the stone floor, chains jingling as she fidgeted under its grip.
She managed to turn her face over to Vex, looking down at her with stoic smugness. “What are you...wh-what are you doing?”
With a haughty smirk, Vex leaned over her, relishing every shred of satisfaction in the Demacian yordle’s dread. “Making this fun.”
A voice chimed in the back of Poppy’s head. Some form of will that was not her own, implanting some form of…agreement? Excitement? She quickly silenced it once the wraith hovering above drew closer. Unwanted thoughts tangled her mind in knots. Anticipation for something...big. She was unable to make anything out of it when she felt the waist of her pants tugged - or rather torn - down. Blood rushed to Poppy’s face almost immediately when the nippy air reached her now exposed backside.
“Wow.” Vex droned, not bothering to hide her eye being drawn to Poppy’s rear. If she implied she was impressed in any way, it didn’t show. “Where do you hide all that?”
Poppy’s face burned. One of the perks of being adorned in gear tailored to her diminutive stature was the ability to hide the richer elements of her figure - a sore subject given her troubles in ridding herself of the curves that plagued her hips.
The privilege of concealing it had just been stripped of with a single swipe.
Though before she could process the rude awakening of being stripped half-naked, another pressing matter surfaced. Pressed right between her cheeks, that is.
Poppy was just barely able to focus her attention back to Vex’s lackey, now directly overhead. To her mortification, it too had been drawn to her ass. Sandwiched between her bubbly mounds of flesh sat an erection she knew for certain wasn’t there previously. As jet black as the ethereal fog, it sported a network of glowing green veins. A mockery of the common manhood with a size that set it apart from one.
Significantly.
Poppy’s breath hitched as it made contact with her skin.
It was warm. Unnervingly warm for what might’ve been considered a corpse. Or perhaps an imitation of one? Sentient mist given form in some way? Poppy couldn’t say. She didn’t care.
She felt it throb - vividly similar to a real one - brushing against her slickening folds. Poppy couldn’t wrap her head around how the monster understood how to tease her with such agonizingly slow motions. Callous, skeletal fingers grasped at her cheeks, further indulging in the yordles body, spreading and squeezing her supple flesh. Poppy hissed, biting her lip from the enticing-
“Well look at that. Someone’s enjoying herself.”
Her ears jolted up, face contorting further from...whatever it was doing before she heard Vex’s wry voice. “N-no!” She mustered enough energy to retort. “Shut up and get this thing off me!”
Unmoved from Poppy’s barking, the joyless yordle pouted dismissively with her gaze moved towards the wraith moving with little regard for Poppy’s objections. “Mmm. Nah. He’s doing his purpose. So tell me,” Vex’s slow steps were all that Poppy heard between the wraith’s low growls.
“Who do you belong to?”
She struggled, attempting to get to her feet but to no avail. Her captor was right in front of her, potentially able to be subdued, yet she couldn’t muster the strength to overpower the brute using her ass as a plaything.
Her mind felt weak. Her vision became a haze, Demacia blurring into a blot of darkness behind Vex’s condescending glance. From her peripherals, she saw veins of stark white lingering beside her head, only to realize the little color that remained in her pigtails had been blighted away. Her chest burned inexplicably under her ruined armor.
“I don’t...belong to...”
Poppy was silenced before she could finish her feeble response. A loud cry of pleasure instantly took its place. Without warning, she felt the entirety of the ghoul’s shaft penetrate her depths. A show of its eagerness to drive her further into ruin or a possible warning for her choice of words. Who could say? The yordle’s tongue lolled from her mouth while her face maintained a shameful, euphoric grimace.
She was wracked with a stinging pain at her insides as the cock inside of her slowly reeled back only to plunge further in. The wraith was big. Enough to send her ample cheeks wobbling nonstop from the impact. Poppy’s tiny body dragged across the ground with the force of its thrusts.
“What was that?” Vex’s dreary voice only scarcely broke through her mind-numbing daze. “Who did you say you belonged to?”
Poppy’s focus slipped more and more by the second. She felt the mist close around her with every shred of the world around her waning away. Her reason for being here, locked in this meeting of flesh - her backside pounded while she was helpless and chained like an animal on display.
Vex smirked wryly. Another snap of her sleeved fingers. At her whim, Poppy was quickly elevated to a more “dignified” position. “Finish her off so we can head back to the Isles already. I wanna show him his new trophy.”
The creature made no sign that it even understood her but it followed the order plainly. Grasping Poppy’s hips, it hammered her onto its cock without restraint. Wet slapping mixed with a growing cacophony of squeals in an instant. Her fat, supple cheeks clapped noisily against the wraith. Poppy wasn’t given a moment to regain her senses.
The remains of her Demacian garb tore away. More Black Mist poured into the air unabated, not from the surrounding fog but the triangular, black void in Poppy’s chest. One of the signatures of the King.
Vex eyed her in her addled state. “Tits too? Demacia must take any old sow with curves bigger than her head.” Poppy might’ve assumed she detected a hint of jealousy in the remaining yordle’s voice had she been able to think straight.
She hadn’t the capacity to do more than wail feverishly while the wraith’s thrusts became fervent. It held her as though it barely acknowledged that she wasn’t an object - a tool. A withered palm grasped under her chin as another wrapped its fingers around her thigh. It continued to only pump her unto its cock like a common sex toy. It was invigorating.
The movements, the noises, the fucking. It all reached a glorious peak as the wraith let its cock unsheathe entirely for one final thrust. She was filled to the core, surely left with an imprint of the massive erection within her inner walls. Before she could so much as catch her breath, her clenching innards felt the length twitch and pulse wildly.
An explosive climax erupted from the monster seconds after. It seized her tightly, ensuring every white-hot strand was sent through her quivering folds. Poppy squealed, her eyes rolling in an absolute state of bliss. Her stomach was pumped full until seed began to leak from her weakened pussy. A climax of her own mingled with it, her voice hitting pitches she’d not once believed she’d ever had reason to reach.
With its job complete, the wraith slowly released the Ruined King’s newest thrall from its shaft.
Poppy dropped face-first into the puddle of cum at its feet like a sack of meat.
A satisfied Vex shooed away the beast, approaching her fellow dazed, cum stained yordle. “You never answered my question,” she smugly noted. “Who did you say you belonged to?”
Poppy meekly gazed at her with newly corrupted green eyes. Remnants of spunk continued to leak from the former hero’s lower lips. She lied there like a used rag while Demacia faded like a distant, ruined memory, shrouded behind layers of blackened fog.
Her kingdom was no more.
It didn’t matter. A new purpose for her appeared as quickly as the three-pronged crown that materialized around her head.
“My...King.”
Again came Vex’s smile, beaming ear to ear. Content, she grasped Poppy’s now colorless pigtails, dragging her limp body along the white stained ground.
“Thought so.”