Lulu harasses in botlane

It wasn't often that Lulu could go toe to toe with another support, usually they had some method of dealing with her, but this wasn't true with Sona. Sona was the one support Lulu could confidently say she could beat every time. In fact Lulu had made quite the game out of bullying her favorite titty monster, actively working to make the girl miserable, as penance for her well developed chest. Whenever she saw the mute she would send Pix out with specific instructions, pulling on her hair, slapping her breasts. There were times where the girl had been close to tears, with no remorse in Lulu's eyes as she bullied her out of the lane, free to harass the woman's now-unprotected carry. Every now and again she got a glimpse of the tear filled eyes of the mute, and far from dissuade it served to excite the wicked purple Yordle. Cackling, she pressed her advantage, rushing forward and grabbing hold of the mute, tossing Sona to the ground and separating her from her precious instrument. Ezreal was too busy farming to notice his poor support being abused yet again as Lulu shouted "HUGIFY!" her staff raised into the air.
The Yordle quickly grew to four times the girl's size, holding Sona very easily in her hand, ripping her clothes off with the other. Tears streaming down her face, the woman would find no mercy from the determined yordle, who was quickly pressing a finger against her unwilling pussy rubbing it eagerly. It didn't take long for the girl's body to yield to her a miserable look on the girl's face as her cheeks burned bright red. Giggling and reveling in her success, the yordle forced the tip of her finger in, licking Sona's cheek as the distraught mute tried desperately to accommodate her finger. She wore a pained look as Lulu played with her pussy, her eyes shut tightly. They sprung open in surprise when Lulu moved her finger away, raising the naked woman and licking her pussy, pressing the tip of her tongue in forcefully, smiling at the girl who covered her face, ashamed of the situation.

It was short lived as Lulu hiccuped, shrinking back to regular Yordle sizes and zipping away back to the relative safety of the bush on her side of the lane, shaking her fist at the well endowed mute who slowly dressed herself, facing pointedly away from the Yordle as she smiled to herself. Maybe some day Lulu might figure out what exactly Sona thought of her 'harass' and why she always seemed to sit unaware in the warded bush.