[23:02]   Yndria Felfallen : This was the moment. At Tristana's command, many of the corrupted yordles had gone off to the front lines, and their cocks were now likely buried to the hilt in the cunts and anuses of yordles currently swearing their allegiance to Szarae. At the center of town, a massive gathering was had- a celebration of victory. With the megling commandos and the entirety of the scouts of the mothership turned- as well as the majority of military officials- they were able to fake reports to the leadership that the invading army had been defeated. Though, the celebration's banners and signs were all.. generic. "Victory!" "The time is now!" "The war is over!" - something the Yordles wouldn't think about too much with all the cupcakes at hand. And it was Tristana, now up on stage, with fel-paladins and casters, as well as the many demons swayed to Szarae's new empire charging towards the city, who would delivery the 'victory' speech.

And reveal who had actually won.
[23:12]   Tristana Command let out a soft moan into the mic on the stage. She made sure to keep a small yordle in the podium to slowly eat out the older female while she was talking. The pleasure of having all those boils and sore around her flabby lips cleaned was both a pain and delight that just added to the night's fun. " mhmm my sisters and brother, we are here to welcome a new world to our doors. Too long we have held back from our full potential, and from true happiness" She waited for the slightly confused but happy looks to settle over the crowd. " Goddess Yndria has WON!" She shouted through the silence, her voice ringing with hard and sadistic notes.  She kicked the podium aside to show everyone the little boy who was happily lapping at her moldy cunt, while his own cock was bound to his tail with pink ribbon and two bright silver piercings. A good shota sissy. The hidden cultist started to shovel raw shit from a hundred demonic orgies into fires under the streets. This added a slight but growing cloud of fishy-bitter smoke to the streets, with all the fel pheromones
 that came with it.
[23:17]   Yndria Felfallen : The screaming began, and the cultists transformed- their armored chitin surging through their flesh. Some fought back, and many of those were killed- but the cute ones were raped right in front of their friends~. Caught in the haze and the intoxicating fumes, the panic and the chaos, it was really a wonder that those screams didn't turn to moans much, much sooner. Joined in this massive city-wide rape were the yordles of outlying villages and the soldiers on the frontline- now all proudly showing off their demonic forms, having been turned by the great demonic host now following them into the city as it burned through the countryside.

Yndria herself, towering over the yordles, her hooves clopping on the wooden stage, approached Tristana, kneeling before her... pushing her erect cock straight towards the yordle. She didn't speak, she didn't make any expression or sound- but the cock-sleeve would know she was being ordered to slide herself into place.
[23:27]   Tristana Command purred and kicked the moaning and infected little boy away from her. With a look of love and adoration in her eyes she slowly pressed her loose and crusty anus into place, feeling first that puffy hole start to stretch, followed by her organs being shaped and mostly crushed. She could also feel the demon-spawn thrashing in her glowing and scared tummy thrashing about as the pressure spiked. Still the newly transformed yordle speared herself without any hesitation or fear. This was utter pleasure and she wanted to feel every sickening ounce of it wash over her. " I love you, Goddess Yndria, now and forever" she whispered, softly and only for the two of them to hear. This horror Trist had brought to her city was done for the love of sin and the being that first showed her the bliss of falling to corruption. The yordle's armpits let out a rank fart as the gas was pushed out of her to make room for more pierced demon cock.
[23:32]   Yndria Felfallen pulls her down steadily, sliding her into place- fully holstered on her cock. "Now, Tristana. Armor. You will be killing the resistance that remains, in the name of Syndrathiel, in the name of Yndria. In the name of Szarae. Not as a person, but as an object." She says, her hands wrapping around Tristana's heavily pregnant belly and chest- both to grope her as they walked and murdered and to keep the girl's aim steady. The demon huntress hopped off the stage, the impact of her landing sending a jolt of pleasure and pain into Tristana as she was bounced on that cock. Yndria began to roam the streets, her ears twitching, her eyes behind that blindfold flickering and dancing around as she tracks down what... purely yordle life-signs she could sense. Something living, magical, something that resisted the taint of fel very well- something that didn't need to exist. And it would be a Yordle that pulls the trigger- or, well, whatever the equivalent was with Tristana's new arm-mounted guns.
[23:32]   Yndria Felfallen : "Genocide, Tristana. It is by your hand that your people die or are forever ruined and spoiled. Embrace it. Enjoy it."
[23:38]   Tristana Command nodded slowly, moaning as black blood dripped from her cunt and black armor ripped from her greasy skin. It was a sickening bliss that was sweeping over her now that she was being used for the most basic of violence. It was a time her mind could just slip into a soft blank state and embrace the purest of evil and of bliss. She no longer needed to feel anything she did not want, or that she was not told to feel by this demon who had shown Trist the joy of being an object. The first fighter to try and attack the odd pair was blown to shreds of meat by an arm cannon, to the moaning pleasure of the insectoid yordle cocksleeve .
[23:42]   Yndria Felfallen : "He was a trainee who you signed an autograph for and idolized you. Do you feel anything, killing him?" Even asking that, she knew that the fallen yordle slut likely would reply with 'Oh I loved it!' Or 'It was just business, goddess' or something HEARTLESS and CRUEL like that. She'd broken the bitch in well. Again and again, the remaining yordles ran away or charged to attack, and again and again, Yndria's automatic
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[23:44]   Yndria Felfallen : cocksock would blow them away, splattering the blood of her people upon streets now equally stained with cum, shit and piss. It wasn't long before, beaten and abused, Heimerdinger was brought before the two of them, barely able to speak or move a muscle. The last true Yordle left alive on Runeterra- at least, this Runeterra. "This is the final nail in the coffin, pet. I want you to be the hammer that drives it in. Death to Yordles?"
[23:49]   Tristana Command smiled sweetly and looked down at the last yordle, just as the Goddess had foretold. " Now the bliss of the new yordle will be complete, when I kill you, I'll kill off the last shreds of our weak and pitiful mortal race." She let out a steam of dark yellow piss from her fleshy and infected cunt " We will be demons in a blissful garden of slavery and filth from this point on, I choose that fate for us all" She almost cackled the last part as she blew the head clean off of Heimerdinger while cumming herself at the sight.
[23:56]   Yndria Felfallen allows the silence to settle for a moment... only breaking it by finally fucking her pet properly- holding her tight, pulling out and thrusting in, heavy testicles slapping against wet, slimy ass and cunt as she, for the first time since she corrupted Tristana, properly fucked the girl in the ass. Yordles were no more. Yordles were a newly formed breed of demon. That was the fate the girl, and the cultists who had brought her to the goddesses, had chosen- and as the city fell into a great, demonic orgy, insectoid-shell covered 'Yordles', only their heads and ears similar to what they once were, began to mate with one another and the demons who they had lost their war to, and gained an ultimate victory alongside in the process.

For now, though, Yndria flapped her mighty wings and flew off... to find somewhere private. They'd have all night until it was time to cross the bridge between worlds, and she intended to make the most of it.