Summoner's Project Pt2: Ahri's Conversion

Conquering the Kitsune
	With Sona my obedient fuck-slave, I needed to begin work on my second target. Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, was just as famous as Sona, for a variety of reasons. Firstly, and like Sona, Ahri possessed an incredible body. Obscene breasts and a full ass gave her a wondrous figure. Secondly, Ahri was a succubus of sorts. Her reason for existence was to trick men and rob them of their “essence”, a task that her human form aided her in greatly. Such a strong willed and attractive champion of course ranked high of my list of potential targets, and I wasted no time in making a plan to capture and corrupt the beautiful she-fox.
	Sona, my dear stupid Sona, would play a large role in this plan. Before falling under my influence, Sona was close acquaintances with my target. For some reason, unknown to many at the Institute of War, the two struck up a friendship of mutual respect and spent a great deal of time together. This bond would serve my aims admirably, and so I set my trap.
	Sona was to invite Ahri to spend time together, coax her into letting her guard down, and deliver her to me. I had my doubts as to whether Sona was capable of pulling off such a deception, given her current state. Making her into a giggling slut was great fun, but it definitely was a poor decision on my part. I would make sure not to make the same mistake with Ahri. Nevertheless, Sona devotedly did her duty, and I found the Kitsune to be within my sphere of influence. She believed herself to be on a dinner date with Sona, eating high class cuisine at a new, mostly-unknown restaurant. This “restaurant” was actually a building adjoined to my rooms, which I had purchased and refurbished specifically for this occasion. After eating a delicious and drug-saturated meal, Ahri fell asleep at the table. Sona, giggling as always, brought the unconscious fox through my apartment, and down to my “workplace”.
	I had a plan for what I'd do to Ahri. Having gotten my compulsion for destructive change out of the way at the sacrifice of poor Sona's higher brain functions, I began to make a more structured plan for conquering the female champions. Ahri, and her charm magic, played a large role in this plan. As such, I needed her more in the capacity of a willing accomplice than a mindless love slave. Granted, I still wanted her to be subservient to me, and only me, but I wanted her personality to remain mostly unmolested. I needed to “convince” her to follow along with my plan, even if that convincing was chemical or magical in nature. In short, I needed a busty, charming partner to help me lure in and capture my future targets. Not every champion is as mindlessly trusting as Sona, after all.
	Ahri awoke in restraints a bit different than those used to tame Sona. Instead of the wooden horse, I had arranged there to be a nice, soft bed. Of course, the room was blank, save that bed. She saw only white walls, no doors nor windows marring the smooth surface of the room. Or, at least, that's how it appeared. The reality of that white room was that it was under the effect of a powerful illusion. One of the walls was no wall at all, intangible and only visible from the inside of the room. I asked Sona to remain on the other side of this invisible barrier, to be called upon when I needed her. An insipid “[Sure thing, Sum'ner!]” was offered in response as I passed through the barrier.
	“Not the nicest place I've woken up in, Summoner, but not the worst.” Ahri, unbound, was confident. She wasn't like Sona, after all. She was a powerful sorceress in her own right, far more powerful than a mere summoner. Blowing me a kiss, she discovered another secret of this room that I had created so carefully.
	“Hmph. You should be my thrall right now, Summoner. What's the idea?”, Ahri dropped herself back onto the bed and pouted. Ignoring her question, I moved over to the bed, and sat down next to her. Taking one hand, I moved it through her jet black hair, petting her. Ahri was taken aback at first, jolting upright. I continued to pet her, this time scratching her behind her fox ears. Ahri began to relax, settling back down and leaning against me.
	“Summoner, you can't honestly expect that toOOoh...” Ahri's teasing manner was cut short as I gave her a particularly aggressive scratch. It seems odd that an individual with such a sexually charged past would be weak against simple petting, but her body pressing against mine made a convincing argument. Ahri was now completely slumped against my body, and I continued my display of affection, except now I began to work my hands downwards. From her head, I moved to massage her neck. Ahri was really leaning on me now, pressing her back into my chest as she let out a delicate sigh.
	“This isn't all that bad, Summoner. I can't say I've been given too much time to relax since joining the league. Always fighting on some field of justice, or having my parameters adjusted for make for fair contest. Sitting here, having some tension worked out by you, it's something I think I could get used to.”
	I moved my hands lower again, now on her back, before I began my preposition. She shifted to accommodate my new area of focus, displaying a great deal of flexibility by bending at the waist, so that both her arms and her legs were facing away from me, while her soft rear  was still flush with my front. “Now, Ahri”, I said, applying just a little more pressure as I massaged her back. She purred in response to my renewed efforts, sinking more and more into the soft bed. “I think it'd be in both of our interests to form a partnership. You're still out to finish your transformation into a human, correct? I think that's rather a shame, but as a summoner, I would be capable of putting a considerable amount of effort into solving your problem, if I had help with my own personal endeavor.”
	No longer purring, Ahri offered: “And would that be turning every female champion into darling Sona, Mister Summoner? I came to the league because I wanted to stop making one-sided use of others. Champions are no exception.” She had stiffened during this proclamation, so I strengthened my effort yet again, this time allowing some magic to slip into my fingers. Nothing noticeable, not to an Ahri currently cut off from her magic, but it was a potent magic nevertheless. Since I was touching her, albeit through her dress, I could influence her emotions in subtle ways, in order to see this argument my way. I needed a sane assistant, yes, but that didn't mean I'd play fair. Smothering her indignation, I pressed on: “What happened to Sona, it was unfortunate. She had an unpleasant reaction the process I decided to use on her, but the changes to her mind and intellect have already seen a remarkable degree of reversal, due to my efforts. With a pro helping me out, I could avoid such undesirable accidents in the future. I want you to not be my lesser, but my equal. I need you, Ahri. I need you like I've never needed anyone in my life”
	Ahri frowned, puzzled. She was aware that she was changing her mind about this whole affair, even if she didn't know why. “I suppose I could work to keep your “work” in check, and I would like to see some concrete progress towards finishing my change into a human. But how can I know you won't try to make this your League of Bimbos?”
	I stopped my massage, and smiled. I had her now, exactly as I wanted her. I picked at her dress, sliding her (rather classy for what it was) tube top down around her waist as I pulled her upper body against mine.
	“Because”, I answered, “that would be incredibly boring. You can't expect me to be happy by making all those female champions other variations of Sona, can you? You, for example, would be infinitely less enjoyable as company if that were the case.” As I spoke, I began to knead Ahri's chest, again infusing my touch with just a touch of sense-boosting magic.
	“A-Alright, Summoner,” Ahri managed in-between her animalistic pants, “you have your deal. I'll-ah, that feels great- I'll work with you to bring more girls under your sway, and you'll help me become a human.” I pinched her nipples between my fingers, and rolled them back and forth, before answering her acceptance: “And if I were to want to have sex with you, or make you feel good, or even experiment on you? I could make you feel so much better than you do now.”
	“Summoner, do you even need to ask my permission? Promise anyone pleasure of this caliber, and I doubt they'd refuse. You can do whatever you'd like to me. I want to feel even better~!” I removed one of my hands from her breasts, and felt down in between her legs, to her now-sopping mound. I began to play with her folds with my fingers, digging them in and thumbing her clit. Ahri wasn't panting anymore, instead she began to release moans as loud as they were sultry. I decided now was the opportune time to make my final proposition: “So, you swear to be my toy and companion, to whom I may do whatever I please, and who will help me capture and conquer other champions? I'll help you become a full human, and in return you'll consent to a life of sex and debauchery? Is this acceptable to you? Favorable to you?”
	“Yes, Summoner, yes! You ask, and I'll do it.” I increased my tempo. “Give me an order, and I'll follow it to the letter.” I mauled her breast with my hand, crushing her nipple between my fingers. “Ask for sex, and I'll be ready.” I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. “I love this feeling, this pleasure! I can't continue going on without this feeling.” Ahri moves to grind herself against me, almost violently. “I love this, I love you for making me feel like this! Summoner, I'll be your anything and your everything, just keep me near you always!” She pulled my hands from her pussy and tits, and re-positioned herself so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me, with her legs locked behind my back. She draped her arms across my shoulders, and pulled me close. As my dick penetrated her, she leaned forward and planted a long, wet kiss upon my lips and smiled.

It was a long night.