STORY

	Alistar let out a snort, jiggling the nose ring that punctured his nostrils from both sides as he opened the door leading into the warm if hazy locker room. Men and women had separate bathing areas, something a bit strange to the bull man, but he had quickly gotten use to that fact after having joined the league. A lot of things were different for the light purple furred bull from where he was from and that was made more apparent with his cloven black hooves clicking on the tile set of the locker room. The wet air clung to his dark purple mane, spilling from the top of his head to his back as well as around his entire muzzle’s underside. A thick trail from his chest traveled down like an arrow to be hidden underneath a simple leather kilt, his standard battle attire. Running his hand over his hair, the bull let out a held breath as he adjusted to the warmer air.
	His arm lightly brushed one of his horns, a strange set jutting from the side of his head before splitting to curve both forwards and backwards. Alistar’s tail whipped about as he walked further into the building, ear flicking with his earring lightly swaying in the dimmer light. He was truly a beast of a male, wide set and muscular. His eyes traveled the locker room, the thick haze clouding his vision a bit while hearing the showers running. All of his companions, friends and rivals were in the shower or undressed at least from this side. Flicking a thumb over his hardened pink nipple, which had yet to return to normal from the cool air outside, the bovine clacked his way to the right around the lockers to get to his, avoiding the benches along the way.
	Alistar stopped in his tracks, eyes widened a bit as he saw Volibear and Rengar, both naked and erect, kissing hard and grinding against the other’s shaft. While it wasn’t unheard of where the bull was from, gay relationships typically weren’t common or found. He had heard rumors and even seen some of his fellow contenders partake in the pleasure of male flesh and never had a problem with it but lately it had been bothering him more, shifting about and looking away, cheeks flushed. Alistar had always enjoyed the females he’d been with, but now he was looking at males a bit differently. Wanting to watch them, like now, or wishing he could take one of their places. Shaking himself, he stepped pass the intimate scene of the two white furred fellows, opening his locker and lightly realizing he was stirring under his kilt.
	The bovine male was becoming slightly concerned about this new development. He didn’t know why his thoughts were heading in that particular direction, he had never thought of other men before. Having removed his garment and standing bare as the day he was born, the bull man moved on to a shelf of towels, taking one and tying it about his waist. It barely covered what it needed to with his girth. The shower section of the room was a strange mix of communal shower heads and further back a collection of glass walled compartments for privacy. When Alistar had first come to the league, he was proud of his body and didn’t mind the closer and freer spouts but recently he’d go further back to the private ones.
	Alistar’s hooves clacked on the ground, splashing up water with every step from the showers having been used. Passing by some of the others as they left, some bare and some toweled, few remained in the back showers. Stepping into a compartment, the bull man turned the shower on, reveling in the warm soak his fur was put into. Soap was provided for them in the showers and the purple bovine heard a shower behind him turn on. Grabbing his soap, Alistar started to wash himself, enjoying the feel of brushing over his fur. As he neared the end of scrubbing the soap into all his fur, his ears flicked when he heard a low guttural groan. He told himself what it was, instinctively knew what it was, yet he still turned to look at what the noise was. His eyes widened again, jaw dropping at the sight.
	Behind him in the opposite shower area boxed in by glass was another fighter in the league, a massive stone gargoyle by the name of Galio. Galio was quite the sight to behold, imposing and handsome regardless of being made of stone and magic. His body was made of a deep dark green color, accented all over with gold patterns mirrored on both sides of his body. His arms from elbow down were like full encompassing gauntlets, golden with three fingers ending in talon tips and his feet were similar with two toes and a dew claw that stopped a small amount on his calf. Wings sprouted from his back, golden along the top part before becoming feather like in design, changing to the green of his body with crescent moons stamped on the green field. The tail was demonic like, long and sinuous, golden arrowhead spade at the end.
	Between the wings and up Galio’s back, small spikes ran circled in the gold color from tail to his head, where it split and grasped the base of his curved horns. Pointed ears would perk at sounds some would never be able to hear. Eyes of ruby sparkled under light, even as the golden ‘scars’ ran over his lids and face. Pert gold like nipples rested on the gargoyle’s pectorals, something Alistar thought of as a weird design. Typically Galio wore very little, only a white fundoshi that would show his bulge and his tight looking ass. Right now, however, the bovine male got a good look at what the gargoyle almost always hid.
	Alistar watched as the gargoyle moved his three clawed hand slowly up his green shaft, the skin being bunched up around the head of the dick. As Galio pulled his hand back with the skin, the mushroom head, gold like his nipples, became visible. The bull couldn’t tell if the gargoyle was leaking pre or not due to the shower running. His entire attention was focused on the motion of those golden fingers that were going faster already. The bovine’s ears flicked with every moan that Galio uttered, hearing the gargoyle’s heavy breathing even as the hand squeezed on the thick and long looking rod. Galio started to hump his hand, looking like he was near his end already and Alistar wasn’t even aware of his own hard as diamond erection from keeping his eyes glued to the scene. The gargoyle’s breath hitched, the hand pulling the foreskin back over the head and squeezing tight as Galio hit his peak. Rope after rope of the gargoyle seed arced through the air, some splattering the other glass wall as Galio relieved his tension. Alistar was entranced by the display of sheer volume and power of the gargoyle’s orgasm.
	The bull continued to stare even after Galio had finished with his play. It wasn’t until the gargoyle shifted that Alistar shook himself from his hynosis, turning quickly back around, looking down in shame and seeing his arousal from such a display. The bovine male couldn’t understand why the guys around here were starting to make him horny and needy. The soft clicking of the gargoyles talons faded as Galio left the shower and the bull was left to his own devices. And to his own devices did Alistar sink. His hand trailed over his thick treasure trail, moving down to grab the base of his dick. The purple skin of the bull’s shaft was sensitive to touch, making him grabbing the thick length let out a gasp of excitement as he throbbed in his own hand. He bit his lower lip as he pulled the foreskin back over the bulbous pink head. It had been too long and his recent confusion didn’t help his needs.
	The bovine male’s eyes closed as he breathed in hard and let it out shakily. The hand shifted up and down the wet shaft, pleasure surging through his body while his mind made up his own fantasies. It wasn’t his own hand that stroked his bull meat, rather it was a Galio in his mind who was pleasing Alistar. Hands cupped the bovine’s balls, rolling them and tugging, working Alistar closer and closer to his finish. The hand sped up, pre leaking over the head and rim of skin as the bull bit back moans and grunts, humping the phantom claws as the other imagined talons stroked his side and grabbed his hip. Solid, rock hard flesh pressed between the bovine’s cheeks, lightly poking his tail base, small thrusts working the length further between the tense buttocks.
	It was when the imagined Galio pulled back his hips and started to press against the bull’s virgin ring that Alistar’s eyes snapped open. With a cry to rival any beasts, he spasmed and jerked as his cock splattered the wall with his essence, slowing following the flow of the shower. All the while, the bovine kept a death-like grip on his pulsing dick, tugging the skin ever so lightly to continue his orgasm. Slowly, the bull wound down, realizing faintly that his own fingers were about to stab his tailhole. Turning the shower off, Alistar just leaned against the glass wall, sighing as his mind tried to make sense of his sudden desire to be like a female in heat, bred by a male as masculine as Galio.
	Deciding that standing in a shower dripping wet wasn’t going to do any good, the large bull reached to the hook for his towel only for his hand to find nothing but air. Whirling about as water dripped from his now heavy pelt, the bovine saw there was no towel for his hook. He did notice, however, that Galio’s was still in place. Much to his dismay, as Alistar picked up the object, he noticed it was slightly too small for his waistline. He’d have to cover himself up with the towel with his hand instead. Sighing, the bovine placed his hands on the towel, holding it over his mostly deflated dick. The walk back to the lockers was a bit strange, having trouble moving forward past the only shower in use now with Tahm Kench in it. Eyes glanced at the bare fighter and he thought how good the smaller creature’s ass would feel. His face heated as he started to get somewhat hard again before he hurried back into the changing part of the lockers.
	Turning the corner, the bull was taken aback from seeing Galio’s backside. Instantly, his eyes went down, locking on the gargoyle’s tail and ass. It wasn’t his habit but after the shower incident, he couldn’t help himself. The sculptor of the stone behemoth was one who knew what he was doing, making the cheeks firm and tight looking. Alistar wondered if Galio had ever taken a dick in his ass and imagining how tight it would be if he hadn’t, his shaft stirring and sticking up once again. His eyes went further down to his returned erection, somewhat astonished of his ability to get hard so soon afterwards. Hearing foot steps behind him, the bovine instantly scrabbled with the towel and placed it over his groin, not hiding his arousal at all. Talons clicked as Galio took a step back before looking over at Alistar, who avoided the other’s eyes as he felt a tremendous blush on his face.
	“Didn’t relieve your needs, did you?”
	The deep voice brought the purple bull’s attention back to the gargoyle, who was unabashedly taking a long cloth and wrapping it about his genitals for a fundoshi. His ear flicked when he heard soft sniggers before footsteps. The embarrassed bovine could only nod a bit.
	“Something like that.”
	“You should empty your balls now and then. It will keep your arousal from showing as much.”
	“Thanks Galio, I’ll keep that in mind.” Taking a deep breath, the bull pulled the towel up a bit, holding it over his still mostly stiff length to open his locker. A close near him indicated the gargoyle’s finish before clicking was heard. Galio was leaving as Alistar was taking out a kilt before stopping at the edge.
	“You should not be ashamed of your body and it’s functions.”
	With that, the gargoyle left and allowed the bull to dress as he needed to, but not before attempting to lower his arousal levels to sit comfortably inside the stiff leather of his kilt.

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	Alistar trudged his way to the locker room, scrubbing at his eyes. The past two weeks had been difficult on him and not all of it was attributed to the battling. Ever since the day he had caught Galio jacking off, his mind had plagued him constantly with dreams that left him wanting. His fantasizes consisted of men these days, as he would suckle upon a couple of fingers, thinking of it as a dick instead. Sometimes it was Warwick, or Nasus, or one of the other buff males. More often than not it was Galio though. The purple bull would lightly tease over the rim of his cherry pucker, thoughts of the thick gargoyle dick rubbing over his hole before puncturing the entrance, leaving Alistar writhing and breathless as his semen sprayed.
	Even with avoiding the showers like a disease was running rampart, he couldn’t always get away. He’d wait until nearly all had left and hurry into his shower so as to not see the other men’s asses. The bovine was just glad that he still did think about plowing another instead of being plowed himself. That didn’t mean he had any doubt that he wanted to be plowed. It frightened him but excited him all the more. It didn’t help that the few times he’d been into the locker rooms with others, Galio was always there, either dressing to leave or being one of the last in. Once, the gargoyle had dropped his soap and bent over to retrieve it, his tail raised high while Alistar stared at that gorgeous ass. Needless to say, that night had been a rough grunting thrusting into his tight hand.
	Today, the showers were sparse as the bull pushed opened the door and scanned the room. The bovine let out a deep sigh. Relief flooded him as he moved about the room, getting his clothing off and grabbing a towel to head into the showers. It was, surprisingly, entirely empty in both locker and shower areas. It eased his mind all the more as the purple bull scrubbed himself under the heavy spray, thoughts drifting lazily. Alistar had to have stayed under the shower head for a good five minutes just resting his weary muscles and eyes, clearing his mind in the silence besides the hissing of the raining liquid.
	Alistar sighed, turning the shower off and dripping into the drain as he slowly prepared himself for the rush of memory and emotions he’d have the rest of the night. Toweling himself a bit, the bovine started for the lockers, bare to the world as no one was around. Or so he thought.
	“It’s good you are taking my advice.”
	The sudden voice startled the bull so much he stumbled, towel fluttering off somewhere as Alistar prepared to catch himself. Instead, arms found their way about their back and his muzzle was smushed against a rock solid green-and-gold chest. Oh gods, it couldn’t be, not now! But it was. Galio had caught Alistar in his arms, purple muzzle pressed into his chest. Breathing through his nose, ring jiggling again, the purple bull inhaled the gargoyles scent. It was earthy and masculine, something he was craving. He felt himself stirring between the legs, a flush covering his face. Fuck, not now!
	The gargoyle helped the bovine stand up again, though his eyes drifted down and lingered there. Alistar tried to shyly cover his evident and growing arousal but failed to before Galio had noticed. Eyes of red stared into his own, a hand resting on the his shoulder as he felt his nipple being pinched. A shudder ran down the bull’s frame, his eyes wide as he breathed raggedly. He watched as the gargoyle got closer, face coming close before tilting. Oh, oh gods, this was happening! Galio’s lips pressed against Alistar’s, soft at first before getting a bit rougher and demanding. He felt the gargoyle’s tongue press at his closed lips, shock having rendered him unable to move consciously, but his subconscious was doing all the actions. Lips parting, the bovine felt the tongue shove into his muzzle, feeling around before he started to suckle on it like he did his fingers. A moan rumbled from his chest, his eyes lidding as he felt himself press into the gargoyle’s toned leg with his dick. He was harder than rock right now, loving every second Galio gave to him at the hungry but tender kissing.
	The gargoyle started to press a bit harder against the bovine. Taking a step back, Galio followed after, a small dance happening before Alistar broke the kiss with a gasp. Losing his balance, the bull started to fall back before a strong arm grabbed his and helped lower him to sit on a bench. A blush covered his face, his eyes gazing up at the gargoyle as the other got close, kissing his lips softly before moving down slowly. Kissing to his neck made the bull arch it, letting Galio nuzzle at him before the track went down to his nipple.  Galio’s tongue flicked over his nipple, the bovine shuddering and throwing his head back, eyes closed. His heart was pounding out of his chest, Alistar felt, the warmth of the gargoyle’s mouth on his nipple before it nuzzled down the thick trail of his belly. Tilting his head back down to gaze at Galio, he watched as the gargoyle spread his legs further, his erection jutting out right under the other’s chin. The bovine knew where this was heading and wanted it more than anything at that time.
	The gargoyle’s hands rubbed up and down the bull’s inner thighs, moving his head back to and letting his tongue flick over the pink tip. Alistar let out a gasp, shivering as pre leaked from his pulsing shaft. He felt Galio’s tongue lap at the slick liquid before grinning.
	“Tastes pretty good, but I need a better sample.”
	The bovine felt a hand around the base of his dick before a warm mouth engulfed his cock head. Alistar let out a moo, flushed deeply as he spurted out more pre into the gargoyle’s mouth as Galio slowly started to sink onto his shaft. This couldn’t be happening. Here he was, getting his dick wet by none other than Galio. Alistar’s mind was completely clouded in lust and he was on cloud nine at this point. The gargoyle was already bobbing up and down on his shaft, not even gagging as the bull was taken to the root. Galio must be experienced, or didn’t have a gag reflex in the first place. Either way, the bovine felt the throat swallowing his tip and the tongue flicking over his arousal. Fuck, this was too much for Alistar already. His hand went down to the one of his thigh, grasping Galio’s hand and interlocking his fingers with the gargoyle’s. Alistar felt as the other male squeezed his hand, sliding the free one along his thigh while taking him to his pubes. Hand reaching out to grab the edge of the bench, the bovine knew his end was coming.
	Heavy panting came from Alistar’s muzzle, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the ceiling, though he looked through it. A flush covered his face as he couldn’t contain himself. The bull’s balls drew up close to his body as his shaft throbbed, reaching his orgasm. He shot repeatedly into Galio’s mouth, who was nearly to his base as he let the feelings ride through him. The gargoyle drank down the seed it seemed, though with how productive the bull was, a lot leaked down around Alistar’s shaft. At that moment, Alistar didn’t really care. He was too far gone with his most desired male having just blown him. Though the bull did feel as Galio slipped his flagging shaft free. Gaze lowering, the bovine just started down at the gargoyle, who stared back.
	Galio just grinned before licking over his jawline. Alistar just noticed the mess of his cum leaking from the gargoyle’s mouth before Galio swallowed what he could get.
	“Tastes great.”
	A deep flush coated the bull’s face. “G-Galio…”