Shyvana's CYOA APPEND (Barmaid Route/Bad End)

“There's no way I can see Jarvan like this,” Shyvana sighs, adjusting what was once her armor in an attempt to cover her now titanic ass. Looking more like a red string bikini now, the armor only succeeds in sinking deeper into Shy's generous backside. The mere act of playing with her armor causes another wave of pleasure to rocket through Shyvana, causing her to breathe a little more heavily. “Poppy was the one who sent me to Lulu, maybe she can help me out some. Yeah! I'm sure she'll be able to think of something, and it's not like I can go back to the castle while I look like this, anyway.” Nodding to herself, Shyvana decides to head back to the bar where her night began, this time with a little bounce and jiggle in her step.
	It's late when Shyv makes it there, but the bar is just as packed as it was when she left. She locates Poppy, who's in the midst of serving a table of rowdy soldiers, obviously very deep into their cups, and waves timidly. Poppy, noticing, extricates herself from the jovial drinkers, and works her way across the bar floor to where Shyvana is standing. “You look a bit, I dunno, softer, Hun.” Poppy notes, digging a Demacian mark from her cleavage and tucking it into her skirt.
	“That little purple freak gave me a makeover from hell,” Shyvana explains, “I don't think I bear to see Jarvan while I'm like this. Put me up for a bit, till I figure out how to reverse these changes?”
	“Shug, this is a bar, not an inn. You wanna stay here, you're gonna have to work. Listen, I'll talk to the boss, I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to have another pretty little barmaid to draw in the crowds. You go to the kitchen, tell the cook I sent's ya, get some food in ya. You look starved, Shy.” Shyvana can only nod as Poppy turns and begins to work her way through the crowd, towards wherever it is the bar owner keeps himself. Shyvana picks her way through the crowd, attempting an irritated glare at the owners of any wandering hands, and makes it to the bar's kitchen. Poppy's name seems a magic charm, and the cook, a portly Demacian man, happily serves up a plate of steaming potatoes and beef. Sitting herself at a corner table out in the bar proper, Shyvana stares at her food with an appetite she hadn't realized she'd developed.
	“I guess the changes take a lot out of you.” Shyvana remarks, before tasting the first mouthful. To her surprise, the foods tastes better than any she'd ever had before. The texture of the potatoes, the juice of the meat, provides such a powerful stimulus that Shyvana feels herself getting wet again. “Not even my mouth is safe from that potion!” Shyvana manages, in-between mouthfuls of orgasmic foodstuffs. Before she notices, the pile of food vanishes, leaving only flecks of potato skin and a small puddle of au jus. Hardly hesitating, Shyvana runs her tongue over the surface of the plate, licking it clean before realizing how embarrassing she such an action is. Blushing, she shoots a glance at the other patrons, but luckily none are paying her any mind, tucked away as she is.
	“So this is where you were hiding, huh?” Poppy says, approaching the table with a bundle in hand. “Here, try these on for fit. You're way taller than lil' ol' me, but the waist and bust measurements should be serviceable. We're a little understaffed tonight, so we're gonna get you working right away, got that?”
	“What exactly do I have to do?” As she receives the uniform, Shyvana gulps apprehensively.
	“Your job'll be pretty simple; just go around from table to table, refill drinks, make sure everybody's happy and having a good time. Ah, just so ya know, the boss did take a little convincing,” Poppy wipes a globule of something from the corner of her mouth, “and even then he only agreed to pick you up on a trial basis. Do your best out there Shy, and try not to light the place on fire, yeah? You can change in the restroom, there.” Poppy points at a wooden door, with the word “Gals” crudely carved into its face.
	Shyvana gathers up her new uniform and heads into the “Gals” room, making sure the door locks behind her. Keeping her bikini-like armor on, she works the Poppy-sized uniform over it, turning here and there in front of the bathroom's mirror to see how it looks on her. The bottoms, which would already be short on Poppy, have turned into nothing more than hotpants, digging slightly into Shyvana's flesh where they meet her thighs and waist, accentuating the surrounding flesh. In fact, Shyvana finds that the skimpy bottoms are so tight that she can't even fasten them properly, and is forced to leave the top portion of the zipper unzipped and the button undone, allowing a 'v' of light purple skin to show. Shyvana decides to forego the kneesocks offered by Poppy, reasoning that their small size, coupled with the texture of her scales, would only cause them to tear and rip; she applies the same reasoning in regards to Poppy's spare set of shoes, instead opting to work in bare feet. The top, while as Poppy had said sized for her bust, has trouble wrapping around Shyvana's larger torso, riding up her stomach so that a large portion of lightly-muscled midriff is exposed. The blouse itself barely manages to cover Shy's nipples, clinging to them while exposing a great deal of cleavage to any interested in looking. No bra was included, nor perhaps even intended with the tight cloth tube top, so the bright red 'straps' of Shyvana's shrunken armor cut a sharp contrast to the thin white fabric. Her shoulders and arms are left bare, and the whole ensemble seemingly serves only to highlight Shy's new proportions, in a rather lewd way. Adjusting the hotpants and top, Shy can't help but notice how the tight clothing rubs against her heightened erogenous zones, pushing her into a state of mild, but constant, arousal.  Taking one last glance at the mirror, Shyvana has trouble reconciling herself with the slutty image presented to her, but without any recourse, she heads out of the restroom and into the bar proper.
	“You look great, hon! They're just gonna love ya!” Poppy wastes no time in moving to the embarrassed Shy, patting her on the back and pushing a tray into her hands.
“That's what worries me.” Shyvana mumbles, readjusting her top once again. Poppy clicks her tongue before responding:
“You hush. The job's not too hard. Around this time of night, customers don't care much 'bout what they're drinking, so long as it's got alcohol in it. Just walk around, make sure everyone's topped off. Come back to the bar when you run out of drinks and I'll see to getting you s'more. Oh, and don't worry about payment, these guys're all regulars, they all got tabs set up. Just make sure they stay happy and drinking and you'll do fine!” With those words and another clap on the back, Poppy pushes Shyvana into the fray, before procuring a tray of her own and doing the same.
	To Shyvana's surprise, the first few rounds go without incident. The men, while drunk and obviously sneaking glances at her tits, are amiable and easygoing, laughing and thanking her as she dutifully makes her rounds and replaces their empty drinks with full ones. As her initial hesitation begins to wear off, Shyvana finds herself smiling back at the red faces, sharing in their laughter and sheer drunken energy. 'I can see why Poppy works here,' Shyvana muses as she works her way back to the bar, 'this must be the happiest bundle of drunks in the whole capital!'
	The night continues in the same manner: fill, chat, smile, refill, repeat. Eventually, even some of the hardened regulars begin to stumble out into the street, heading back to wherever it was they called 'home' during the day, but the patrons still occupying the bar redoubled their efforts in order to drink for their retired comrades. It was at about this time that Shyvana began to notice the hands.
	Subtle at first, Shyvana dismissed them as chance happenings, a gesturing arm coinciding with her course of travel, just happening to brush against her ass or legs as she walked past. But as the contacts grew more and more frequent, lingered more and more, Shyvana's earlier apprehension wormed it's way back to the forefront of her mind. The laughter of the drunks no longer seems wholesome and happy, but rather lecherous and crude. The idle, inquisitory glances from early in the night were morphing into full-fledged appraisals, as though judging the make of Shy's figure and grading it, like a cut of meat. But 'Poppy is still working', Shyvana figures, and so she continues to make her rounds, fill the mugs, and attempt to dodge or dance out of the seeking hands that now greet her at every table.
	As she draws away from one table, glad that her tray is empty and that she has to go to the bar to refill, a hand catches her arm. The hand, Shyvana notices, belongs to one of the more polite drunks still in the bar, a burly man obviously of military make, whose attention is now totally focused on Shyvana's face, a gesture she much appreciates. Allowing herself to be gently guided back to stand next to the table, Shy stands confused: “Is there something I could do for-oh!” Shyvana takes an unsure step towards the man as his hand has quickly shifted positions from her arm to the small of her back. He stands up as she comes to a stop, her chest slightly pressing against his, Shyvana acutely aware of the contact and the mild pleasure it sends tingling through her system.
	“S'matter of fact, Missy, I think there IS something you can do for me, as well's my men here,” the soldier gestures to the other five men, still sitting down around the table. “Y'see, with the sudden kaputtance of the Institute, we lowly soldiers been having to face the reality of a renewed war with Noxus, and that puts a real damper on the morale of us lowly fightin' folk.” His hand moves again, sliding from Shyvana's waist down, slipping under her negligible hot pants to give her ass a squeeze. “And, while you been doing a great job of keeping the boys n' me entertained tonight, a gracious service for which they're all plenty grateful,” wordless affirmations come from the men still seated, “I think I and they would be even MORE grateful if our beautiful hostess offered us a service of a more intimate nature, if you're following.” As the man continues to speak, his hand makes itself busy, slipping a finger between Shyvana's legs and beginning to work at her pussy. Her body, having been in a state of near-constant arousal since her transformation, unconsciously begins to grind her ass against the big man's hand, even as Shyvana colors at the proposal. She manages to fight down her arousal and embarrassment before managing a response:
	“I'm, r-really sorry, sir. I appreciate all the work that you and you men do for the city, but I'm not here for that kind of-” Shy swallows a moan trying, ineffectually, to hide her growing arousal. “That kind of work! I'm glad to serve you drinks, even to serve as eye-candy, but what you're suggesting is just-” Again, Shy isn't allowed to finish her sentence as the man pulls her even closer, so that his knee is digging into her crotch and so that Shyvana is forced onto her toes to keep standing. His hand redoubles its efforts, slipping more fingers down to tease at Shyvana's now-soaking sex.
	“Come on, lovely lady, give this a shot. Your friend's never had qualms about 'services' of this nature. We'll even sweeten the deal for you,” he produces a pouch and shakes it, so that the metal inside makes a pleasant jingling noise as the coins collide, “and after all, aren't you working here because you ain't got no other option, Lady Shyvana?” Shyvana snaps out of her lust-fueled haze at the mention of her name, stiffening visibly. “Aw, come on, how many purple-hued half-dragons we got in this city? I can only think of one, although last I saw her she was padding after the Prince dressed in a much less slutty outfit.” Her arousal still growing, Shyvana considers her options as she begins to slightly grind against the lieutenant's leg.
	'They know who I am, they can get me fired, and this body isn't making it any easier to think. I'm not being given much of a choice here, right?' Shyvana's mouth opens, and at first only a sultry moan comes out. Eventually Shyvana regains enough composure, even as she bounces on the soldier's knee, to offer: “Alright, I'll do it. But you aren't going to pay me, got that? I'm n-ah!” the lieutenant flicks at her clit, “I'm not a whore.” The man laughs, before pulling back his leg and pushing Shyvana down onto her scaly knees.
	“Then you're just a slut. Now, slutty dragon, start servicing.” With one hand firmly on her head, his other quickly undoes the fastener of his trousers, releasing his eager dick. “I'm not much of a braggart, but I can't say I'd lose to our Prince when it comes to dick size.” The man jests, forcing Shyvana's face against his erect rod. With the man's dick pressed against her face and nose, Shyvana can't help but take notice of how potent his smell has become.
	'Even my fucking nose is adapted for sex now? What the fuck does Lulu spend her days doing?' Shyvana wonders, even as her tongue, seemingly of its own volition, snakes out and begins to taste the soldier's dick. 'That food before, it was good, but how can this dick taste even better?' Shyvana, overcome with the sudden sensory overload, starts to lick up and down the soldier's shaft, even slurping as her greed to taste more becomes overwhelming.
	“Look, I think she's getting into it! What a slut!” The lieutenant laughs, and so do his men, although they seem transfixed by the show being presented to them. “If you like how it tastes, why not go the distance, slut?” He jeers, forcibly pulling Shyvana off of his dick, her tongue extended, attempting to make even the slightest contact between itself and the object of its fixation. “Do you want my dick?” He taunts.
“Yes!” Shyvana almost shouts in her desperation, struggling against the hand holding her back.
“That's not a proper answer; a slut would say 'Yes I want to suck your big fat cock'. And you're a good slut aren't you?” He eases up his grip, keeping Shyvana just out of reach of his member, and moves his hips slightly, to cause it to sway back and forth in front of her face. Her eyes, transfixed, follow the dick as it travels back and forth, and Shyvana has to swallow a mouth full of drool before proclaiming:
“Yes, I want to suck your big fat cock! Please, sir, I can't take this!” Reaching out, she grabs onto both of his thighs, in an attempt to pull herself to the dick, but in her current state her strength doesn't amount to much. The man laughs once more at the half-breed, relishing both her proclamation and her sudden surrender to her own libido, before fully releasing his grip on Shyvana's head. The half-dragon leaps forward, taking the cock in her mouth as quickly as she can, and begins suck on it greedily.
'It tastes even better than when I was licking it! Do all dicks taste like this, or is it just his?' Shyvana decides not to pursue that line of questioning, to instead focus on pleasuring the divine instrument of her pleasure. Bobbing back and forth, one of Shy's hands finds itself pleasuring her dripping snatch, before the soldier leans down and pulls her hand away.
“You focus on pleasuring me right now; do a good job and it'll be your turn soon enough.” He says, clicking his tongue in chastisement. Shyvana manages to pull herself away from her task for a moment to utter a hurried “Yes, sir”, before redoubling her efforts. She begins to speed up, working the long cock further and further down her throat, until she can manage the entire length of it, down to its base. Still running her tongue along the length of the dick as she goes, Shy begins to tease at the glans when she pulls back, before stuffing length down her throat again. Noticing a sudden change in the object of her pleasure, Shyvana speeds up even further, working her head like a piston, until the lieutenant groans and unloads his seed into her eager mouth. He pulls his spent erection from Shyvana's mouth, resting it again on her face, as he gives another command:
“Now, don't swallow it just yet. Appreciate the taste n' the texture. We'll make a sperm connoisseur outta you, just you wait n' see.” Obediently, Shyvana allows the spooge to coat the inside of her mouth, until the flavor of the soldier's semen is all she can taste and smell. 'I'm going to get hooked on this taste; it's raw and manly, better than anything I've ever had!' Shyvana uses her tongue to swish the sperm around and around, trying to get as much flavor out of it as she can, before receiving the “OK” from the lieutenant to swallow his load.
	As the aftertaste of his sperm lingers, Shyvana notices for the first time what Poppy has been doing all this while. At another table, a much larger group of men is surrounding Poppy as she sucks them off, offering her hands and feet to the men waiting, all while bouncing up and down on the cock of one lucky patron beneath her. A copious amount of both coins and bills litter the table around her, and she seems happy, even overjoyed to be pleasuring the patrons.
“Told ya Poppy was in on it all,” the lieutenant grins, taking his seat even as his men almost fall out of theirs in their eagerness to be standing. “Now, an old man like me, I gotta take a break between shots, but my boys'll do a good job of keeping you occupied while I get ready for round two.” He takes a long drink of his flagon. “Why not try emulatin' your senior over there, see how many o' the boys you can pleasure at once?” Shyvana, still in a semen stupor, nods dumbly as the “boys” surround her, cocks out. While none seem as large as that of their commanding officer's, Shy notes that one of the dicks is still of a generous size, and immediately starts to suck off the soldier to which the second-place dick belongs. The other four men crowd in, and Shyvana, following Poppy's experienced example, offers her hands and feet to them. Sucking on one dick, pumping two others with her hands, and rubbing the last two with the soles of her feet, Shyvana reaches a type of epiphany:
	'There was something that felt this good and I never even knew! I never thought that making others, no, making MEN happy would make me feel like this. If I can feel like this all the time, I don't need the League. I don't need Jarvan, either! I NEVER felt this good with him, NEVER felt this fulfilled. It's like I've found what I was always meant to do. A calling just for me. And to think, I never would have known how good I could feel if it wasn't for that wonderful little midget of a witch.'
	Lost in thought as she was, Shyvana doesn't even notice as she brings the five men to orgasm. She's brought back to the present by the pleasant warmth of the cum that covers her hands, legs, and face, however, and by the intense sense of pleasure she begins to derive from pleasuring others. “Looks like you all had some fun,” the lieutenant observes, finishing his drink before tossing down his flagon and standing once again. “Now, I figure, you're well and ready for the main event.” Helping Shy stand, he presses her ass against his again-erect dick, and walks her over to the bar, grinding her ass into his dick while he pulls and squeezes her chest. “Stand on the bar rail and bend over the bar, slut, and I'll show you what all this REALLY is about.”
“Yess,” Shyvana moans in answer, eagerly complying. With her feet on the rail, she leans over to grab the other side of the bar. Shy's tits sway above the shining surface, her nipples just coming in contact with the cold, smooth wood of the bar, stiffening from the contact. The elevation of her feet causes her ass to stick up provocatively, and she wiggles her hips back and forth, trying desperately to entice the soldier to start. Instead, the lieutenant takes his time, gently pulling Shy's hot pants down to mid-thigh, exposing her asshole and sopping pussy. He runs one of his hands over Shyvana's generous ass, spanks it once, twice, three times; Shyvana moans grow louder with each consecutive hit, and each instance of contact is met with another gush of love juices from her cunt.
	“Don't go and cum before I even put it in, slut. Never seen a bitch come from having her ass slapped before. You're all kinds of special, y'know that?” With one more slap, the soldier finally lines his dick up with Shyvana's dripping opening, and drives his cock home in a single movement. Shyvana's pussy clenches down on the man's dick as she screams in ecstasy, so loudly that even Poppy's group pauses to take notice, before turning back to their own debaucherous affairs. “Pff, way you're moaning, nobody'd think you were a virgin till just now. You're a grade-A slut, girlie.” The man notes, as he reaches forward and places his hand on the back of Shy's neck, sneaking one of his fingers into her mouth. Shyvana quickly responds, sucking on his finger and playing her tongue along it's length. Having suitably muzzled the moaning dragon, the man renews his efforts, pounding into Shy again and again, eliciting muffled moans as her tits drag across the surface of the counter and her cunt is filled again and again. Removing his hand from her mouth, the man instead focuses on mauling Shyvana's dangling udders, and he offers a question: “So, Shyvana, proud defender of Demacia and close friend of the Prince, how's your first dick feel?” At first, his question isn't met with a response, just senseless and wild moans, but eventually Shyvana manages to reply:
“It's.. hah.. it's good, sir!”
“Not sir, Slut; I'm a patron, you're my Slut, you'll refer to me as 'Master'.”
“Yes, Master! Sorry, Master! Your stupid Slut is sorry she forgot your name, she won't make the same mistake again! Just please, please don't stop!”
“Now you're acting like a proper cum-dump, Slut. Now, I think it's time we finished up here, else the sun'll start peeping out.” The lieutenant places both of his hands on Shyvana's wide hips, and begins to thrust furiously, sending Shy's ass jiggling with each contact and Shy's tongue lolling out of her mouth as her last ounce of reason fades away, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
'Slut, I'm Masters Slut, that's who I am and what I was born to do: to please Master and anyone else he asks me to. I can just let myself go, trust Master to tell me what to do, give up on thinking. And not thinking feels soo gooood!'
	With one last triumphant thrust, the soldier pulls out and shoots his seed onto Shy's ass, before giving it another slap for good measure. Shyvana lays there, collapsed on the bar, eyes empty and tongue out, as the soldier moves to whisper into her ear: “Now, you continue working here with your whore of a co-worker, like nothin never happened. You serve drinks, maybe flirt a little bit, even fight in the League. But you never forget who owns you, never forget your Master, never forget the name I've given you. Now, champion, what's your name?”
	Shyvana only manages a whisper, but the whisper is full of reverence and obedience: “I'm Slut, Master.”'
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	“So, Shy, how'd you like your first night?” Poppy offers amiably, as she and Shyvana work to clean up the bar before opening. “I didn't see much of it, too many 'clients', but you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Boy, you musta done something to set those boys off, though; never seen them set to work on a girl during her first night before.”
	Shyvana, picking up the various empty flagons lying on the ground, pauses. “It was a little scary at first, I'll admit. You should've told me that things could've gotten like that. But,” Shy smiles a secret, lustful smile, “because of last night, I was able to learn a whole lot about myself and meet a very important man. I can hardly wait till opening.” She licks her lips, before continuing to tidy up, hardly paying attention to the fluids seeping down her thighs.