>> #74203 Anonymous Posted on 2022-03-30 20:10:26

2 bad the story isnt there

>> #74280 Antitar Posted on 2022-03-31 02:30:01

They're probably just copying and pasting from e621

>> #185276 antitargetin Posted on 2024-12-23 22:02:33

Found the description:


Kled omorashi to go with the fanfiction I wrote. :D
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“If ya do that again, mark my words, boy, I’ll slice ya up and make me a lizard stew!”

Skaarl rolled his eyes and muttered some sort of Drakalops expletive under his breath. Once again, he’d just saved his rider’s ungrateful ass from certain death, and once again he was thanked with angry threats.

Sometimes Kled could be a real bitch, and needed to be put in his place every once in a while.

Sure, he’d earned the title of High Major Commodore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company, but half of that achievement rightfully belonged to Skaarl!

Everyone remembers the name of the feisty white yordle, but never the name of his trusty steed. Well today, Skaarl was going to play up a little.

Just a little reminder that the plucky yordle was not always the one in control.
The two of them strode past the severed corpses scattered around the desert plains that Kled had claimed as his land, just another daily battle to protect their territory from intruders.

Another successful result for the duo. Admittedly, Skaarl had gotten spooked by the more intense parts of the strife and fled, but he always came back, which was the most important thing.

“Hell, Skaarl, I could down a gallon o’ mushroom juice right ‘bout now. How ‘bouts ya get a move on an’ take me to that bar in Noxus?” Kled grinned, nudging Skaarl’s sides with the pointed spurs on his boots.
The Drakalops grumbled and let out a long snort.

“Alright, alright, I won’t drink any o’ that mushroom juice. I know you ain’t approve o’ it. Sommat a bit weaker, perhaps. Maybe a few whiskeys. You know it takes a lot to get ol’ Kled pissed!”

Skaarl chirped in approval. They soon reached the local tavern, a small joint just on the outskirts of Noxus, regularly visited by Kled.

They didn’t allow creatures deemed as ‘mounts’ inside, so Skaarl had to wait outside whilst his master drank his fill.

They approached the fence that travellers would tether their rides to, occupied by a couple of horses tied by their bridles.

During the trek, Skaarl had already been planning his revenge, a toothy smile spreading across his maw as he imagined a playful, yet humiliating way to get his own back on Kled.

As the yordle hopped off his saddle and said he’d be back in an hour or so, Skaarl giggled to himself; that would be the last time Kled would dismount of his own accord.

Within a few hours, Kled came strolling out of the tavern, reeking of booze. His perceptions had barely been affected, as the Cantankerous Cavalier was a self-confessed heavyweight when it came to drinking.

However, Skaarl could tell he’d consumed enough beverages to ensure that his scheme would go off without a hitch. Kled climbed back into the saddle and let out an almighty belch.

“Whooo-ey, damn did that hit the spot.” Kled exclaimed, guiding his steed away from the tavern and back towards the wastelands. Skaarl obliged, trotting along gleefully at the thought of what was about to happen soon.

It didn’t too long before the effects of the alcohol began to take its toll.

Normally when Kled needed to relieve himself, they’d stop somewhere relatively private (as private as you’d find in a wide open wasteland) like between the rocky crags or by the trees.

Kled would dismount, lift his kilt, unbutton his breeches and do his business there. For such a brazen individual, he really valued his privacy, often telling Skaarl ‘stop watchin’ me go, ya bug-eyed peepin’ bastard!’.

The pressure was starting to well up inside the yordle’s bladder, made even worse by being shaken around in the saddle by Skaarl’s steady trot. Kled grimaced; those drinks went through him extremely fast.

“Right Skaarl, gotta make a pit stop. Slow down, will ya?”

Skaarl smirked, quickening his pace slightly.

By now, the undeniable urge was really creeping up on him, sloshing around inside of him and threatening release.

Kled took a sharp breath, brows furrowed as he attempted to keep control of both his mount and his bladder.

“Is that defiance? Skaarl, I tol’ you to stop!” growled Kled through his gritted teeth, one paw firmly on the scruff of the beast’s neck, the other clamped against his crotch, in an attempt to stifle the urge.

Skaarl simply ignored him, for once he was in control and it felt glorious. He wasn’t stopping until Kled was begging for release.

“Aw fuck, ya fleabitten scumbag lizard! Lemme down or I’ll gutcher like a pig!” Kled screeched in a furious rage, removing his hand from his lower regions to hit the Drakalops round the head.

But as he did so, Skaarl accelerated into a gallop, causing a spurt of urine to escape from the shocked yordle, slightly dampening the front of his undergarments.

“Okay, okay, god damn, you win! Gaaaawd I gotta piss so bad!” Kled spluttered, tears emerging in his eyes; he wasn’t used to feeling so powerless and it was absolutely mortifying.

Skaarl chuckled, relaxing ever so slightly into a brisk canter. He was going to enjoy this just a little while longer; who knew that the courageous cavalier could be teased so easily with a little relief denial?

Another gush of piss was involuntarily released, Kled let out a yelp as he realized the grasp he held upon his own bodily functions were diminishing by the second.

This time, Skaarl felt it; pee was trickling off his saddle and down his smooth scales.

Deciding that Kled had been tortured sufficiently enough (and also didn’t want to be completely soaked in his master’s piss).

The Drakalops began to slow to a halt, just as Kled was begging and pleading, promising to treat his steed with a little more respect if he’d just grant him sweet release.

Gasping, Kled leapt down from the saddle and desperately struggled to unbutton his breeches.

His cock had a mind of its own, and unable to hold on any longer, unleashed a torrent of hot piss, soaking his breeches as Kled cried out, trying his hardest to undo his garments.

Finally he was able to unbutton them, grabbing his dick through the slit of his breeches and aiming as far away from himself as he could, sighing with immense relief as the golden arc flowed from him, splattering against the dusty earth.

“Ahhhhhh f-fuck, it feels so fuckin’ good…” moaned Kled, subconsciously starting to stroke his cock as he aimed it. Skaarl winced; was he actually… enjoying this? Was he finding some sort of erotic pleasure from the relief?

This situation had become a lot more embarrassing to Skaarl, realizing his master was actually getting turned on rather than mortifyingly humiliated!

His stream gradually became a dribble, knocking Kled from his ecstasy and planting him back into the real world, leaving just a puddle of steaming piss at his feet and a dripping pair of undergarments.

Kled swiftly spiralled round to face Skaarl, a deep red blush had dominated his face and his mouth hung open in sheer shock.

“I-I.. err.. aw shit.”