Dream Teemo
by tannim
December 29, 2012

	Teemo sprawled out on the bed.  It'd been a long day with his friends followed by a longer much of the night with Tristana.  He hadn't gotten any sleep with her being pushier than usual during their love making.  She hadn't let him stop until SHE was satisfied.

	"Six times... three hours with her." He stared at the ceiling. "The woman is insatiable.  Cute, but insatiable."

	Exhaustion crept over him, a good kind of exhaustion from too much of good things, and his eyes steadily closed.  He barely noticed the yordle girl slipping into bed with him and just smiled at her blue furred face as his eyes closed.  Those soft hands massaging him moments later were soothing.

	Lips nibbled his ear and Teemo squirmed one last time before falling fully asleep.  There were mushrooms everywhere in his dreams.  Some wide, some tall, some split down the middle.  Tristana lay on one, aiming her gun at him.  He waved and ran to her, but she never got any closer.

	The mushrooms shrank the closer he got until they weren't there at all.  Hands rubbed over his chest and belly.  He couldn't see where they came from, but he could feel them well enough.  Teemo stopped running to just let them touch.

	They moved lower, to his groin.  It'd been well drained while he was awake.  It was standing at attention in his sleep.  The fact that it was his blowpipe didn't bother him.  Nor did the darts that were raining from the sky around him.  Pretty trees were soon sagging from the weight while he stood there unharmed.

	Teemo laughed and put his lips to his pipe to shoot more darts into the air with them.  He could still feel hands rubbing it between his legs, even though it he was using and holding it as normal in front of him.  Everything seemed so fuzzy suddenly.  Each blow made it fuzzier until he was surrounded by blue fur.

	The fur was lovely soft.  He enjoyed nuzzling against it.  Tristana had a bit of fur, but nothing like the stuff surrounding him.  It smelled of oil, odd for fur.  It smelled familiar though.  Pleasantly familiar as his blowgun pushed into his mouth on its own.

	Teemo took a deep breath to shoot another dart only to find it pull away.  A grab at it missed.  The thing slipped back into his mouth after he let out his breath.  He tried again, it stayed in place until he actually tried to shoot, then his blowgun shot from his mouth along with the dart.

	The young yordle's cheeks blazed in humiliation from failing at his weapon so badly.  He ran to pick it up only to find it rubbing its mouth piece against his lips.  It tasted funny, and had landed in a wet spot, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from showing he knew how to use it.

	Teemo held onto it with one hand, but the pipe again invaded his mouth.  Desperate not to lose it again, he just let the weapon go.  It rubbed against his tongue rapidly, but at least it didn't fall out again when he tried to move his lips along it.  Fumbling at his belt for a dart found him standing in front of the team naked.

	He let out a yell of surprise before trying to hide.  He couldn't move.  Everybody could see him, everybody was laughing at his size.  They touched him.  They touched him in all the embarrassing places.  Gentle touches that felt rather pleasant.  Felt VERY pleasant, but still unwanted because of the situation.  If only they'd watch him work the blowgun in his mouth instead and be impressed!

	Teemo felt the blowgun leaking onto his tongue.  He didn't think he'd used it that much.  With the groping hands, he didn't think much at all.  Everything was so fuzzy and blue.  Birds were making emphatic chirps, or something was making that odd grunting noise.  The heavy breathing was loud, too. His whole team was out of breath while they teased him.

	He felt his own needy breathing.  Why was he out of breath?  The blue waves! Teemo thrashed in the water for the surface.  Pressure built inside.  He was going to burst if he couldn't get more air around his pipe.

	Teemo opened his mouth wide for a last hope.  Air rushed in.  So did the liquid.  It shot into his mouth rather than flowed in.  There was surprisingly little of it, too, considering what he had been swimming through just moments ago and he hugged against the big pillow in relief.  No drowning at all, just a slimy texture in his mouth and a sense of peace again.  There was a hint of urgency to his body, but deeper sleep claimed him fully at last.

	"Wow, that was a rush!" Rumble looked back at Teemo still asleep across the room. "I thought for sure he'd wake up."

	Tristana giggled and pat his spent dick. "After what I made him do? He'd sleep through anything." She slipped a hand down to grip the blue furred yordle's balls. "Now, lets got to my room.  I want to shoot something, too."
