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[Draft] [Bodyswap (Soraka TG Comm)
🕑 Added 2021-06-30 22:00:03 +0000 UTC“Are you fucking kidding me!” Larry cried as the champion he was playing on League died again.
The young man ripped his headset off of his head and slammed it onto the desk in anger. He pinched the brow of his nose as he waited for the champion he had chosen to play as returned. The rage bubbled in his gut to the surface and he wanted nothing more than to bang his head against the wall in pure frustration and anger.
The young man couldn’t believe that he was losing to a player using Corki of all the champions. Corki of all people! Who was usually somewhere on the worst possible champions list, or even at the bottom depending on who you asked. It was humiliating and only served to further fuel the anger that he had within him. It made him want to slam his head repeatedly on the desk that he was using until his skill started to bleed. If he had lost to one of the other far superior champions, then he wouldn’t have been anywhere near as pissed as he would have been. It had to be a trolling tactic or something, it was the only thing that he could think of that made sense. Corki was a champion that took a lot of time and effort to make playable and good so it was the only answer that he could think of that made sense.
He looked down at the chat to see some of the other players mocking him and his nostrils flared in anger. The young man had long since muted the chat he had been in since he had been the source of much mockery from not only the other team but even insults from his own. All centered around the fact that he was getting slaughtered because he was using a champion that he was still learning and to one of the worst champions in the game.
All this mockery told him that all the efforts and research that he had done meant absolutely nothing. All the time that he had put into trying to make a decision that wouldn’t bite him ended up biting him in the end. He had spent so much time learning all that he could about the next champion that he would get so that he would have a plan the next time he played. The cheat sheet that he had set up for quick and ease of use for quick combos didn’t help him at all in this fight, making him question the validity of the information that he had found.
Supposedly she was a good champion from what he had seen online, but so far he had yet to do a damn thing with her. Before he had gotten into the match he had pulled up a small list and had it printed on the side. He had made sure to read the list and had it open next to him in case he needed a quick refresher during the match, even highlighting certain sections of important information. His eyes first went to it, while he could, but be fore he could put one of those combos into effect he would already be destroyed.
He had tried to go through all the lists and notes to make her work, but no matter what he tried it was a futile effort. After getting his ass creamed enough times he had decided to just shelve it and forget the whole idea of using her and just wing it. Thinking that maybe he might be able to do something with her. He really didn’t get why everyone kept saying she was good.
None of his friends played League of Legends sadly so none of them would be able to offer tips on what he should do, or could do even. None of them wanted to get into the game when they would need to make such an investment, which he could understand. It wasn’t something that one should get into unless they really liked the game that he felt. They did know about it, and admire the art, mainly the lewds of the girls, but that was beside the point. It was a shame since it would give them something else to do.
The young man breathed out and focused again as he stared at the screen. He recalled all of the instincts and what he should do again, trying to make it work. The words and stuff that he had burned into his head. He knew what he had to do, but it just wasn’t clicking in his head. It was like when you got a new car or something, the stuff all looks the same, but it all handled differently from what he was used to. It was like he had been given a new car that he wasn’t used to driving.
His mind went back to how this had all started with the match, trying to think of how it all had gone so wrong. At first, things were going decent enough and the rest of his team were doing well. They had managed to make some ground in the match and keep the pressure on them. Then things started to go to shit. He had been ganged up on and the other team suddenly started turning things around. No matter what they had tried, the other team would just dominate them. Now they were losing and dying out. If things didn’t change soon, then there was no doubt in his mind that their team was going to lose the match.
Despite all of that, the biggest issue that he had right now was with one player on the other side. This player had been using Corki ever since the match started, and at first, they hadn’t done much. At first, he had been little trouble, like a guy who didn’t know what they were doing and playing the game for the first time. Then all of a sudden they had seemingly become a force of nature and destroyed any resistance that they had met with their teams. Then the player seemed to be targeting him specifically and kept coming after him. He could have been on the other side of the battlefield and he would still come after him.
Larry didn’t know what he had done to earn this guy’s ire, but he was getting real tired of his shit. The only thing he had done was that he had killed the guy once. He wasn’t sure who was who over the speaker, since he was more focused on the match. but he was sure that he was listening in or something.
He groaned as again the Corki player came up to him and he intended this time to make that player pay. Soraka might have been a support player from what he had read, but he was sure that she could bring the pain as long and he made sure that happened this time. The young man scrambled trying to think of how he could turn the tide around in his favor. He looked at his skills, desperately searching for something that would give the edge that he needed, but none of them worked. He looked back at the screen as he heard a death cry. He watched his character die and the whole world seemed to slow.
Larry stared at the screen as if he had just received a death threat on it. His eye twitched and again his breathing flared. He gripped the mouse that he had in his hand tightly as his other hand curled into a fist. It took all that he had to restrain himself from breaking his computer screen in front of him.
“Ok that’s it I have had enough of this stupid horned bitch!” Larry roared. “Can’t believe I wasted all that time and money on a character who is less useful than a pile of manure! This girl can’t even put up a decent fight when it matters the most.”
Larry muttered obscenities as he waited to get back into the fight, hoping that this match would end soon. He wasn’t going to try and waste his time on getting a worthless champion like her working for him when he already had others in his arsenal that worked just fine like Ashe and Ahri. Once it was over then he could pick one of those lovely beauties and join the next match.
“Besides those two are much better to look at than some hooved bitch with a horn out of her head,” Larry muttered spitefully. “At least I won’t have to look at her ever again after this and can get back to having some real fun.”
Suddenly the computer screen went dark as if it had crashed. A blue box appeared and numbers quickly passed by the screen. He jumped as a loud whirring sound suddenly came from his decide. The young man closed his eyes and groaned. Of course, his computer decided that it was time to die when everything was going wrong. He would have to check and make sure that his computer hadn’t taken any major damage or data loss after this.
“Of course,” Larry muttered and smacked the screen of his computer in annoyance. It was little more than light smack, like when you were smacking yourself at your own idiocy. As angry as he was the last thing that he wanted to do was break anything related to his computer. It would take him ages to get a good replacement screen.
The formerly black screen became pure white with nothing showing. The young man blinked at the sudden change and wondered what was going on now. His heart pounded in his chest and for a moment he worried that he might have been hacked by someone or gotten a virus somehow. Suddenly the computer lit up his room as if a flashbang had gone off.
“AHH!” Larry cried and covered his eyes, which burned intently. That had been worse than any flash that he had been through in his life. It made his ears ring as if someone had set off party poppers right by them. His senses were thrown out of whack and he still have a faint outline of his room in his mind’s eye. His eyes burned and he rubbed at them frantically, trying to ease the pain that he felt now
For a moment he couldn't feel anything and wondered if he had just passed out or something. It would explain everything that was happening to him right now. It was as if he was in a black void just floating around if not for the fact he was still conscious enough to know and feel what was going on around him.
After a moment his senses returned, and everything suddenly felt off to the young man. His clothing felt different as if he had put on a new set of clothes. His feet felt like he was wearing rocky hard clogs instead of normal sneakers. The sleeves of his shirt were gone, and his shirt felt like it was suddenly made from a different fabric.
Something was draped against his back and his ears felt off. He felt sick to his stomach and struggled to remain standing. It was like the ground that he walking in was some uneven funhouse floor that moved up and down. It didn't help that he felt weight down on certain parts of his body. He lowered his arm over his eyes and breathed out.
“Oh god, what's wrong with me. Wait what's wrong with my voice,” the young man said. The voice that was coming out of his own wasn't the same young masculine voice. The voice that came out was lighter, airy, and had a feminine tone that certainly wasn’t there mere moment’s ago. “Why do I sound like a girl. Don’t tell me I’m getting sick or something.”
It would be the top of everything that had gone wrong if he suddenly had medical problems on top of all this. First, he wasted money on a champion that he couldn’t play well, dealt with mockery and trolling from another player, his computer decided to fuck with him, and now this? Why was this day turning out so shitty?
When the stinging in his eyes ceased he slowly opened them and gasped. Instead, of being in his own room, he was in a forest area with many large rocks laying around.
“W-Where am I?” The young man cried, quickly looking around him, wondering what just happened.
The young man flinched when something like a pair had moved on his chest, making him blink. It was as if someone had wrapped a pair of water balloons over his upper body. He looked down and to his horror, he saw that he now had a pair of decently sized round spheres on his chest.
Instead of his normal clothes and attire, he now saw that he was wearing a yellow dress that did little to hide his form. His new thick plush thighs that were filled with far more power than they had any right to be were on full display. The faint darker purple marking further unsettled him and made him want to trace them as if he was trying to sketch them.
His head felt off and knew that it wasn’t just his longer hair that now went down his back or the small cape that was around his ear.
The sides of his head felt like there were two large pieces attached to his ears. He would like to think that was the case, but he was sure that wasn’t the case.
Larry reached and flinched, his ears twitching, but before he did, he noticed that something poking out from the top of his head. He reached up and flinched when he touched something hard and smooth, almost as if it was a rock. Hee traced the strangeness, his lungs feeling lighter as the more it went further up. Soon he had reached the tip of the new piece of hi anatomy and paled as he was forced to accept the reality that he had a horn. The young man quickly pulled his hand away and shivered, his head feeling faint as the tips of his ears warmed.
The young man focused again on his ears, forcing the newest attachment to his body aside to examine his ears. He breathed out, desperately trying to make himself feel more alive than he was feeling moments ago. It did little to help as he finally touched his ears and felt soft fur that belonged to an animal like dog or cat. He trace them and could more or the cat-like nature. Larry forced himself not to leg go as they twitched in his hand. After a moment it became too much and he looked dwon, his hand feeling dirty.
Larry looked down at the ground and his mind on what was out of his sight, but clearly in his mind’s eyes. He hesitantly reached down and felt a new pair of lips between his or rather her legs that made her shudder as if someone had put ice cubes down her shirt. Her shuddering made her grip the part of her new femininity more then she had meant to and press down on her new fold.
Her mind reeled more than it already had from the sudden change. Now that she knew how different everything was, it all came rushing forward. Her mind scrambled, her breath picking up and her heart pounding in her chest. She placed her hand on her chest and could feel her heart pounding as if it was trying to break free.
“Oh my god! I’m a woman!” Larry cried in terror.
The new fantastical woman had no idea what she was, but it did little to extract from the figure that she had now. The dress did little to hide the well-developed figure that she had now. It was certainly eye-catching, especially with her prominent hips. She ran her hands down her body, shuddering as she did. The familiar but forign sensations that came from them made her stomach churn further as if she had bad food. Her throat felt tight as if she was going to vomit. Her eyes were locked with the rising and fall of her new bust. A curious part of her wanted to reach out and grab them, but she was afraid to. It would be almost a acknowledgment of her current situation. Even if a part of it would be to see what it feel like to grope them herself.
An explosion went off that made her yelp. Again her mind went a thousand different places wondering what that was. Slowly her eyes widened as her environment and appearance added up in her mind that made her pale. She was in the game. She was in League of Legends. In the middle of a match! The young woman turned and could barely see the appearance of the enemy forces in the distance.
“Why did I have to become Soraka!” Ted cried sadly as she ran away from the battlefield. Her body sent foreign sensations through her body that only further reminded her of her current predicament. She would have preferred to be in a man’s body if she couldn’t have her own in this hellhole. If it had been one of the girls that she had liked then even then it might not be as bad as it had been.
The new young woman tripped and fell onto the ground, dropping her staff. The metal clanged on the ground and her horn banged against the stone, making her wince. Her horn stung, but she ignored it as best she could. Her head throbbed as a migraine came over, making her want to just lay down somewhere and take a breath.
The young woman wondered what she had tripped over and looked down to see what it might be. The ground was flat and even, the perfect place for a perfect to walk down with no sign of any rocks. She blinked wondering how and why she could have fallen. She looked down at her feet and suddenly it hit her like a ton of bricks why she had. She frowned and slammed her hand down on the ground.
“Stupid damn hooves, how the fuck does she get anything done with these damn feet!” Larry cried as he forced herself to stand back up, wobbling like an elk with hurt feet. Every step felt like a challenge to not fall over as she all but stumbled across the field.
The young woman could hear the sound of marching feet and scrambled to get away, she was so screwed if she was caught out here.
How was she even going to use any of her powers? In the game, it was just a click, and then bam they used it. There was no way that he would be able to use any of those skills, especially not with how much he couldn’t think straight. Now that she wasn’t behind a computer screen she had no means at all to use the powers Soraka had. Heck, she didn’t memorize the powers that she had. All she knew was that she had some healing capabilities, but she had no idea how to access them.
The only thing that she could do was keep running and avoid conflict, until the match was over, and hope that she would find herself back in her original body when she did. If not then she had no idea what to do. She got back up and started running as fast as she could, almost uncaring of what she might find so long as distance was put between them.
She gasped a the sight of an enemy champion and turned, only to see more of the enemy armies appear. They attacked her and she gasped in pain. She desperately looked for a way out, hoping that she would find ome path that she would be able to take to get out of this situation, but she was swarmed. It was as if she was getting pinched from all sides. She shielded her body as best she could, but there was nothing
She noticed the champion walk over to her and heer body froze. There was no waythat she would be able to fight bck against them. Not with her power and ability. With all the odds against her are there was no way that she would be able to turn the tide in her favor. Not in this forign body and her lack of ability.
The young woman closed her eyes and braced herself for the blow to come. For a moment, she felt a flash of pain, but then nothing. She could feel ground underneath her, or even the staff that she had held in her hand. The air that brushed against her, all of tiw as gone, as if she had been placed in a sensory deprivation chamber.
She felt cold and opened her eyes. Everything was varying shades, as if all the colors had been dulled. The young woman looked around and reached out. Her hand harmlessly passed through one of the small mobs that had helped kill her. She watched as the champion that just slayed her walk away and wonder what she should do.
“Whoa!” Soraka cried as she suddenly felt like someone had wrapped a belt around her waist. Suddenly it had been pulled aand she went soaring back as if a machine had pulled her back.
She skidded across the ground and suddenly the color returned.
The new woman dropped her staff and stumbled, and fell down. She landed face first as the world spun around her again. Her brain felt like it was pusling as if it would try to break out of heer skull. Her stomach flipped up and down and the young woman needed a moment lest she wind up throwing up everything that in this stomach. For a moment, she thought that she was going to throw up her meal, but since she was now in this body that wasn’t likely.
“Ohh!” Soraka cried as she patted her body as if she was trying to make sure that she was still in one piece. She spasmed from touching her chest and butt from the sudden bolt of pleasure, but she didn’t care. In fact, the sudden burst was welcome. It reminded her that she was alive.
To her relief, everything seemed there and there wasn’t a drop of blood on her body. Her clothes were perfectly intact, and she knew the truth. She had died! She was sure of it. It was the only thing that made sense.
Soraka breathed in and out, gripping the grass as much as she could. Holding it helped bring her back to her senses and gave her something that she desperately needed to focus on. Her mind came down from its terror-induced high and started to process what had just happened and what it could mean. The body-swapped woman slouched forward, using her staff to support herself. So she couldn’t die, she hoped. That was good but was only like a balm for the whole thing. It still hurt and she could suffer, but her life didn’t seem to be immediately on the line.
There was still what would happen when this was all over. The young woman didn’t know what would happen to her, but she needed to be careful. There was nothing that she could do right now. There were far more immediate concerns that she had to worry about now, even if she could die. Just because she couldn’t didn’t mean that she wanted to die again, especially with how painful it could be.
Soraka noticed her staff on the ground and breathed out as she picked it up. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles turning into a brighter shade of purple. The staff helped ease her pounding heart. The young woman clenched her butt cheeks wondering what she would do now.
“Okay I need to think about what I can do,” Soraka said, trying to think of her options. Fighting wasn’t an option. Her lack of experience and zero knowledge on how to use her skills meant she would be creamed in a moment. If she avoided combat then she should be safe. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to find a safe place with how the game worked, but she was more than willing to try and find one. Anything that would keep her out of the fight and safe.
Now staying back here was an option, but that didn’t mean it was going to be safe all the time. If the opposing side got through then she would have nowhere to run. She wasn’t a fool enough to believe that they wouldn’t leave her alone if they did get through, especially if they could win the game. If she was one of the opposing team and saw an enemy champion by the main base she would deal with them to be on the safe side.
The young woman thought frantically about the map and how it looked. If there was a place that she would be able to hide. Could the other players see her? Considering how the game worked and all it was likely that theywould be able to if she was close enough to their character. Effectively she needed to find a place that they wouldn’t go to unless they were being dumbasses or not.
“Dear God, please get me through this in one piece,” Soraka whispered, feeling like she was about to spew chunks. She could hear the combat getting closer and breathed out as she went the opposite direction of where it was coming from.
The young woman wiped her brow, her hand brushing against the large horn on her head with a frown now that the match was over. It had been a miracle that she hadn’t gotten killed more than she had now that she thought about it. Her whole body ached as if she had been hit by a sledge hammer. She could still feel the welts from all of the attacks that she suffered, even though her body didn’t have a hint of damage.
Soraka sat down on the stones and breathed in and out feeling more tired than she had in her life. The young woman wanted nothing more than a nice soft bed and to close her eyes and go to bed. Her body ached, her lungs burned, and her throat felt like she had drunk a barrel of sand.
She could practically hear her teammates curse her out the longer the match went on, even if she couldn’t hear them. It was just a feeling that she got when she heard the other champions passed by. It didn’t matter to her, they weren’t in the same situation that she was in.
The young woman looked around, hoping that there would be a sign that she would return back to her original world and body. The world looked the same and nothing looked different. There was no sign that anything was going to happen like another flash of light, the world greying, or the wind picking up. She waited for some sign that something would happen and she would be able to go back like a golden orb of light.
“Hello,” Soraka started, looking around. “The match is over, can I please leave the game and go back to my body?”
She looked around desperately, hoping that she would find something. A door, a ball of light, anything. She tapped her staff on the ground as if she was sending a signal out to some unforeseen observer. The seconds turned into minutes and still, nothing had appeared or anything happened. She gulped as she waited longer, hoping anything would happen. She slouched and her body felt cold. She gulped and gripped her staff tighter.
“Soraka are you alright?” a male voice asked, making her jump. She turned to the source and saw that it was Yasuo.
The new woman looked him over, somewhat admiring the handsome looks that he had. She knew that the game made the champions looked good when they were human-looking anyway. She might have been jealous of the man if it wasn’t for her situation. Even with the scars that he had, he would have been a catch. She looked at the hard exposed abs that he had and could feel her blush growing further the more he looked her over. She never had been attracted to men before, but her body couldn’t help but take notice of how handsome he was.
“Uhh,” Soraka said, staring at the other champion.
“Are you alright?” the man asked and stepped closer.
The young woman couldn’t bring herself to move away from him. She was too lost in the recent revelations to do anything. She was stuck in the game with no way out. Her body felt light and she felt like she was going to pass out. The only thing that kept her standing was all the stuff that she would need to do in order to not get destroyed in the first 20 seconds that she entered a match.
There might be a way out eventually, but until then she was going to have to make do and do whatever she could to survive. She hoped that she would be able to gain some insight into how to use her abilities soon. There was no way that she would be able to survive if she was pulled into another match. The question was how long did she have before her next one and who would she be fighting. If it was one of the more...terrifying and powerful champions she could only imagine what it would be like staring them down. She prayed to whatever deities would listen and guide her to make sure that she got out of this alive, she was going to need all the help and luck she could get.
