Episode ‘Legendary Girls: Fluffy Tails 1 (Loli Ahri)’
 
As a wizard, finding peace in Runeterra can be difficult. You either risk your life by wandering those warring lands in the middle of the continent, or brazenly challenge the cold nature of the North.
 
Since I have already risked too many spars with Demacian troops, I had long decided to settle in the freezing Freljord. The place was barren with the chilling wastelands consuming most of its terrains. But as a wizard of modest potential, creating a shelter for myself was relatively easy. The real hassle was create proper defensive barriers to prevent any issues from the hostile creatures.
 
It took me two hours to get that sorted out, and, even then, I had yet to clean the snow, set down some heat seals to render it a livable space, conjure the material for the house and then set up a planning to see it completed in fashionable timing. Three days later, the entire process was over.
 
I divided it in bits, with the primary first day being to establish the sleeping quarters and living room, then expand to the office and study room, finally the green house to keep all the fresh fruits to cultivate away from potential troublemaker and... soon I had my own home.
 
I was done with my pilgrimage, done with the notion of trying to understand the world when it was so difficult to understand due to many strong individuals unwilling to let strangers upon their land. And... I couldn't expect things to change in the following few decades. I was young, yes, but time was not forgiving for those that dared too much.
 
Thus I made myself a home to firmly remain put, to wait and patiently hope for change.
 
For three months, I enjoyed this home in my solitude. That's not to say I didn't feel disappointed in the lack of companionship, but I was still up to send messages to friends and fellow mages through magical means. I found happiness in that lone abode, welcoming the warmth of a sedentary life after struggling as a nomad.
 
However, even that attempt to be alone in my studies didn't last for long. Fate can be quirky at times and, admittedly, I think that it had overdone itself with this unique development.
 
It was during my usual morning patrol over the boundary fields that I learned that someone had broken through. The hole created was small and quick to patch up, but I was instantly nervous at the thought of an intruder capable of breaking through those barriers. I quickened my pace, looking around for signs and... I did find something. It was impossible for me to not see her.
 
Resting on the warm grass, the young girl's shivering body was slightly bruised and malnourished, tainted with dirt and snow. To make things even more perplexing, the nature of this child had me stunned. She was not originary from Freljord.
 
Oh no, I could recognize the Ionian accent within her petite frame, her long straight hair tinted dark, and the soft red lines around her closed eyes. She had whisker marks, three for each cheek, and nine fluffy white tails. A kitsune- what a baffling discovery.
 
Nonetheless, I quickly conjured some cloth to wrap her with, brought her back home while applying some warming spells and prepared her a tiny bed by one of the unused rooms. She was instantly calming down within her slumber as I set her there, and I vanished for the kitchen to prepare her a meal for breakfast.
 
I took under consideration all sorts of circumstances. Considering her current nudity, it's possible this child was born or brought to Freljord at a young age. She looked quite depleted in terms of physical potential, clearly struggling in nature while perhaps adopting a more feral understanding of life.
 
I couldn't expect her to be civilized, so I had to be ready for potential 'aggressive misunderstanding'. The chances of her behaving like a cornered animal were pretty high. So, I took it upon myself to be mindful of that. I had set some seals to warn me if she stirred and pushed off the blanket she had one. The little kitsune did so ten minutes after I was done retrieving some pears, washing them, and then cutting them in nice slices.
 
I took the plate and walked up to her room as soon as I perceived the seals being disturbed. I didn't knock, knowing that such a noise would only alarm the child and, as expected, she was tense and guarded. Eyeing around and then shifting her slitted amber eyes at my frame.
 
She instantly perceived me as a threat but... paused before the plate with pears. Her nose flared, her gaze lowered to the meal and, quite hungry, she failed to notice I had taken a few steps towards her. She did notice, however, when I sat down by the stool in front of her bed. Her attention was back to my face as she stood on the mattress, using height to assert dominance... only for the girl to realize it wasn't working. Not when I retrieved a small slice of juicy pear and offered it close to her.
 
Lips twitching as she struggled on what to do with this, she begrudgingly lowered her head, leaning down as she caught the piece of fruit in her mouth. Teeth sharp and quick to snatch it off my hand. She munched on it, and while she attempted to keep her belligerent vigilance up, her features softened at how delicious the treat was.
 
I picked another slice, and she was less tense. Soon enough, the girl was sitting back on the mattress, legs kicking softly as she allowed me to feed her. She looked pleased by the time I was done and, almost tempted by such a sight, I reached out with my right hand and... cupped her cheek.
 
Instantly going stiff at the sudden touch, the child's gaze was aimed in a glare at the hand but... even as she growled threateningly, there was no biting or retaliation. Instead... she allowed for some caressing and scratching. She eventually leaned into the touch, purring and even allowed my other hand to do the same with the other side of her face. I wanted to touch those cute foxy ears too, but I could tell that would be a step too far at the moment. Keeping my eyes by her face, I decided to speak.
 
"Do you understand me?"
 
The mere question got a twitch from her vulpine ears, yet she just opened her eyes to show... confusion. As I had deduced earlier in the kitchen, the child was illiterate to the bone due to her feral upbringing. The good news was that she wasn't hostile after being fed and treated to some affection.
 
After that experience, I used the blanked to wrap her up and carry her around. Her eyes were wide, but not distrustful as she let me carry her left and right to see the house. She sponged the rooms' locations and appearances with great intelligence, too raw to formulate words but clearly more than enough to establish thoughts and meanings.
 
In the end, I also let her in the bathroom. She was dirty and in severe need of a bath. Of course, I doubted she had the means to understand how to use it in my home, but that's why I helped her. Pulling her out of the blanket once I had fixed the water to be pleasantly warm, I carefully lowered her into it.
 
Frowning at the pool below her, the tiny kitsune decided to trust me and... she almost dropped her full weight on me, as bliss struck her utterly mellowed. Gone was the tension, but she was instead dropping on me like a puppet which strings have been cut. It took me a while to clean her hair, her tails, and her body.
 
The former required attention due to her animal ears, but she didn't seem discomforted by what I did with that. Same for her tails. Ultimately, her body took a while since I had to handle all of it. I couldn't exactly ask her to wash her private bits herself, so... that was a bit awkward.
 
Still, I persevered. And so did the little girl as I took her to the living room for dinner as it had gotten to that point. The rest of the day slowly geared into my usual one. With the little one, which I decided to name Ahri, sticking to my side as I carried her through where I was going. Despite how inquisitive she looked, she provided little trouble as I paid her some attention while I was studying. Small toys seemed to conquer her full attention, the happy smile on her face confirming this much.
 
Once we were through with dinner, I saw Ahri yawning and brought her back to her bed. She nuzzled against the foxy ragdoll she had favored, soon closing her eyes as I left her there. Walking up to my bed, I was ready to finish the day there and...
 
That proved to not be the case.
 
I was woken up by a wet feeling running down by groin. I was still dull by the slumber when I was then fully 'slammed' awake by the need to cum. Surprise flared as I pulled the covers away, just in time to see the unimaginable. Ahri had my cock deep in her mouth and throat, soft tears running down her cheeks as her eyes were now glowing a burning blue.
 
As soon as I climaxed, I also felt another sign of trouble- I felt my life force being slightly absorbed by the child. And I realized what the issue was: kitsune were a unique species in Ionia. Most of them had specific colors to their hair and fur- but it was the first time I saw one with dark hair and white tails.
 
The different coloring was a sign of a physical/magical disphoria, one that put a new form of hunger into the child- she needed lifeforce to stabilize her own. Yet, she was drawing too much- the method was too draining on the one subjected to such a pull, so I quickly mustered a mana-stabilizer vial from the nearby cabinet, and used my magic to pull her off my dick without having her rip it off.
 
Ahri struggled mid-air, but her posture froze as I uncorked the vial and showed the liquid inside into her mouth and down her throat. There was surprise and then... calm. The glow in her eyes vanished as only a terrified child was left behind. She bawled a little, and, after fixing my pants, I brought her close for a hug. Her tails wrapped around me with some desperation, and she burrowed her face against my shirt.
 
She cried herself to sleep and... I decided to study this matter more while she stayed at my home.
 
It was as I woke up the next morning with the feeling of a mouth around my cock. Differently from the previous night, it wasn't an aggressive and sloppy feeling, but a slow and 'caring' one. I woke up to find Ahri happily bobbing her head up and down and driving me to cum right as I woke up. She pulled away, gulping and then showing her open mouth- pleased about this being an apology or something.
 
This will be a bigger problem than I had expected...
 
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AN
 
Somehow Ahri found a device that teleported her from Northern Ionia into Freljord. This is going to have some interesting repercussions.