You look around. You're in some sort bedroom, but not in your room, everything is huge! You look down and see that you're on some sort of chair, probably not the best place to be if someone comes by, you think. Speaking of which, you hear footsteps. Thank god, you can see if you can get some help. You look towards the door as it opens. You see a girl with black hair, blue eyes, and...fox ears and a tail? It was Ahri! The champion you were playing! She was wearing her signature, red dress, but it was dirty and torn. On top of that, she looked pissed. Something told you that getting help now probably wasn't the best idea.
She was walking around the room, but you didn't pay attention. You were trying to understand what was going on. A girl from a video game you were playing is in front of you! And huge! And you had a feeling that you were the reason she was so upset. It was just a bad game, but she probably doesn't care. You were about to look for a way down, then she threw her dress on top of you.
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Ahri was not having a good day. She began to simmer about all that happened as she changed out of her ruined clothing. The summoner issuing her orders in the previous match clearly had no idea what they were doing. She died repeatedly, most of the time for nothing, she had not obtained a single objective, and worst of all, she was forced to make the game losing play. As the entire enemy team was getting Baron, she was forced to Spirit Rush inside the pit in a vain attempt to steal it.
She slipped off her boots and sweat-drenched socks and kicked them next to her chair. She then pulled out a new dress, throwing it on top of her chair and continued to undress, putting her panties. Once she was naked, she realized how much of a sweat she worked up on the Rift. She felt dirty, but just couldn't muster the energy to go take a shower. When she looked for new underwear, she realized that nothing was clean. As much as she wanted to just rest, she needed to get things done. She sighed, moved the dress to the floor and began to get dressed again, figuring to keep working in the ruined outfit.
She reached around, put her bra in place tying the back tightly. She slipped the panties on and hiked them up, ignoring the coolness from sweat. She put her socks on, leaving the shoes. She then slipped the dress on and began to gather her dirty clothing to wash it.
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When the dress was thrown on top of you, everything went dark. Struggle as you might, you couldn't get it off of you. Forced to wait, you tried to listen to what she was doing. Suddenly the dress was thrown off of you, and the first thing you see is her ass descending towards you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. And you were about to be trapped beneath it if you don't do something!  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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