NTRumble

Life had always been hard for Rumble, when he was little Teemo was always faster than him, Poppy was always stronger than him, Veigar more gifted, and Heimerdinger much smarter. It was a hard life, being the loser of the yordle squad, but at least it meant no one paid him any attention and he could admire Tristana in peace. Tristana, the light of his day, the apple of his eye, no doubt the purest maiden amongst the rift. She had the sweetest cheeks and the brightest eyes, the cutest laughter, and the funniest jokes. He even kept a rocket in his pocket, just in case she ever asked him. Rumble affectionately referred to his robot suit as 'Tristy', just so he could always keep her in mind.
Today was the greatest day, even for a loser like him. He had received a letter from Tristana and sealed it, and stored it away, that he might never lose it. It had beckoned him to meet her at her dayroom this afternoon, she had something to talk about. Skipping happily, he finally reached Tristana's door, stretching nervously he double checked all his various odors, and finding everything passable he turned the knob, helping himself into her room- immediately wishing he hadn't. Held up was Tristana, taking Graves and Twisted Fate at the same time, one in her pussy and the other in her ass. Noticing the intrusion of the new Yordle, Graves and TF high fived, bouncing the heavily aroused Tristana even harder onto their cocks. His ears flopping downward, Rumble took a step back and the door closed in front of him. An erection sticking out of his pants, and tears in his eyes he ran off. Tristana is a pure girl, not a slut, this was just some kind of trick.

He'd tell those guys online, too, how dare they talk about his pure dream girl like she was some sort of slut. They didn't know her like he knew her.