The lush forest surrounding Bandle City was but a greenish blur as I sprinted through it. Taking the scenic route wasn't a pleasure I could afford myself. In my hand, soaked in my sweat, was a small golden trinket, a perfect miniature replica of the yordle 'Mothership' worth untold fortunes. Today the item was on public display, and I took the opening, snatching the ship and hightailing it towards the picturesque mountains, beyond which lied safety. The *thrum-thrum* of my heart threatened to burst my eardrums, in tune with the clap of my brown boots on the earth.

Even though my stride was worth three of theirs, I knew my head start wouldn't last long. Once the authorities were at full speed, I had hours at most. Slowly, the cacophony of shouting, enraged fuzzballs began to dim, then stop completely. Perspiration dripped down my forehead, becoming an ugly stain on my collar. For a moment, I halted, checking if I could hear an angry mob. "...agh!," I grunted, feigning pain to draw out any waiting pursuers, and answered only with silence. I quickly stretched, before continuing towards the great pillars marking Yordle territory.

Up above, I heard great birds singing, as if guiding me to safety. A smile on my face, I looked at the peaks above as I strolled bravely forward. Suddenly, I hit a soft patch of earth. In a flash, my memories of the Yordle military flew by, but were too slow for me to do anything but whisper "Mushroom!" The fungus ruptured, spraying me with noxious fumes until I had collapsed. The edges of my vision grew dark, poison creeping to my brain. With a defiant groan, my eyes fluttered shut, and my head hit the ground.

Gradually, my consciousness returned to me, accompanied by a dull ache that made it hard to focus. My eyes widened when I discovered the bindings yanking my hands together. I was sitting on the ground, back against a great tree trunk. The sun shone through the leaves above, the beauty marred by captivity. A soft chuckle broke the quiet, the high-pitched noise distinctively Yordle-like. I raised my eyes to look at my captor. The Yordle sported light tan fur, darkening like a mask on the eye sockets. Up above the red cloth circling his neck sat a sturdy metal helmet, crowned with a brilliant blue feather. Wrapped around the helm was a pair of red, rectangular goggles, one lens caked in mud. In one gloved hand he held my rightfully stolen golden ship. "Looking for this? If you can get out of those ties, it's all yours!" He taunted. I knew I was stuck for the time being, and stayed still, fuming.

I'd done a bit of research before I tried to snatch the artifact, so I knew the Yordle well. "Teemo? I didn't think a small timer like me was worth it. You should just let me go." Teemo dropped the ship into his satchel before grinning back at me.

"This little thing is worth quite a bit, you're not going anywhere. Just have to radio back and wait a bit," he chastised. The scout yawned, then settled down onto the log. "You're lucky. The Bandle prison isn't the worst place to end up. Thieves deserve the Shadow Isles."

Sighing, I cracked my neck. Something was wrong. Teemo said that he hadn't radioed yet, but why? Nervously, I stammered, "L-let's get this over with. Tell your, uh, colleagues to speed it up." The Yordle only bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. For all they know, you're already long gone. Just wanted to keep you for myself." I felt the rope cut into my wrists as he spoke. "You see, I'm OK with most criminals going to the prison. You, however, only hit here because you thought you could outrun us. It's cute, really."

I began to struggle, the Yordle taking his signature blowgun from his pack. "Death s-seems a bit much, don't you think...? You could deport, or--or..."

I was cut off by the whistle of a dart embedding itself in my chest. My pained scream didn't seem to faze Teemo, who only looked on. "Deporting wouldn't stop you. In my humble opinion, the best form of punishment is making sure you don't outrun anyone," he explained, gesturing to the dart. "But yes, death is too far. Middle ground is usually the best option."

Teemo took out a small knife, rose from the log, and approached. Swiftly, he shred the plain clothes from my body, leaving only undergarments. Idly, he mused, "Those shouldn't be on." The yordle crouched next to me, removing his pack and helmet. He ran a paw over his head, scratching his ears. He seemed...bigger...somehow. I gasped as my hands easily slipped out of the previously tight rope. There was no doubt-- I was rapidly dropping down to the height of my captor.

He noticed my wild eyes, and tried to comfort me, resting one paw on my shoulder. My thoughts were unfocused and confused, attempts at comprehension failing. Another feeling was seeping into my head, a bizzare lust that set out taking over my thought. My cheeks warmed into a rosy red, and a modest tent formed in my underclothes. With an oddly friendly smile, Teemo removed his gloves before slowly kneading my growing bulge, other paw fondling his own equipment. He let loose a familiar laugh. "This is the fun part."

I panted hard. Across my body, my natural hair grew thicker with each passing second, shifting to a soft brown color. I shook my head in disbelief, watching in fascination as the fur spread, coating my head and body. The hair on the top of my skull shortened and grew more coarse to fit the rest of me. Once the hair finished its conquest, I noticed my nose twitching incessantly. Once I noticed, my bones seemed to take a cue to change. The front of my face sprung outward, forming a slight muzzle tipped in a beastial nose.

I was given a brief respite when Teemo finally stopped stroking me through my (now too-big) clothes. I was a full mast, and he took the chance to drop his pants, exposing his own erection to the warm air. As he readied himself, my last changes were taking place. The tips of my ears sharpened, becoming cute points. The ears themselves migrated higher on my head, reaching out of the corner rather than the side. I watched helplessly as my human hands and feet grotesquely cracked and rearranged, creating soft paws tipped in short claws.

Our sizes seemed almost identical, though I lacked distinctive fur markings. Teemo bent over, gently tugging my underclothes from my stubby legs. Clothes bunched in his hand, the scout pulled what was left of the rope from behind me. Despite my apparent freedom, I felt glued to the ground, only lustily panting. My heart beat a million times a minute, threatening to burst from my chest. Just above it was the dart, plume sticking from my fur. I ripped it out, tossing it into the brush. Teemo grabbed my paw, hoisting me to my feet. I, entirely complacent, followed without a word to the log upon which he stood minutes before. A smile still on his lips, the scout wrapped a hand around my member as he said, "That heat is just a side effect...but no one said I can't have any fun!" After looking me over, Teemo pushed me onto my back, and spread my legs.

Producing a small bottle, Teemo upended it over his genitals, a torrent of oil spraying down. He dripped the last onto his fingers, and shoved them around my tight hole, forcing a gasp from the cool liquid. Beads of oil slid down my rear, more and more being added by the scout. Both legs in his grasp, he lifted them into air, stepping into the gap. He took a moment to line up his prick, then pushed his length into me, agonizingly slow. I couldn't help but moan, my ass stretching to accommodate. I barely noticed how much higher my voice had become, focused on Teemo.

My own cock stuck into the sky, just begging to be stroked. Its cries went unheard, the scout choosing to pump faster. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, throwing me into a frenzy of desire. My diminutive paws grasped at the log, pitifully yanking me into him. Every moan I let out encouraged Teemo more. Moving his paws to my waist, he grabbed me hard and pulled me in, hilting his impressive cock. I couldn't do anything but groan in happiness, enjoying my new form.

Teemo dropped his resolve, grunting in lust. At last, he hit my 'button', causing me to fall limp, content to let the scout fuck me as hard as he wanted. I felt the twinge of climax building in my untouched member, and the feverish pulses of Teemo's I could tell he felt the same passion. I looked up at him, grinning, begging him to finish with a single look. Teemo pushed in harder, the goal of orgasm painfully close. I followed suit, both of us nearing the breaking point. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt, and I had to see it through.

Drops of his hot pre flowed into my body, and I felt the point of no return. He reached a fever pitch, looking right at me as his orgasm hit. Overcome, I threw myself up, muzzles locking in a passionate kiss. At that moment, he shoved himself in one last time, enjoying the feeling of his cum flooding me. The seed sent off my own climax, a rope of cum shooting from my tip,landing on my belly. I broke the embrace, lying back in the afterglow. Spent, Teemo gave me one last caress, slid out his cock, and collapsed in the grass. I heard his breathing slow, becoming the soft tones of slumber. I did nothing to fight the same fate, surrendering to sleep.

When my eyes opened, they were greeted by the morning sun. I was in a bed, a fairly expensive one at that. The room around me was empty, the only sign of life being some noises coming from outside. I leapt from the bed, getting a clear reminder of my small stature. I cracked the door open, revealing a spacious den. A brief moment of embarrassment was swept away when I saw that a pair of Yordle-sized pants had been put on me. By the wall of the den a large blue chair sat...occupied by Teemo. He snoozed away, wearing dirty clothes from the previous day.