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Caitlyn was searching throughout the house with a frantic energy that Piltover's greatest detective wasn't really known for. She had cleared almost the entire floor of it once or twice, drawing Vi's attention.
"Something up, Cupcake?" Vi asked from her spot on the couch.
"I can't find Thumpadeiah," Caitlyn answered. "He wasn't his in his cage ... I'm worried he got out."
"Oh," Vi got up from the couch. She knew how much Caitlyn loved that pet rabbit of hers and she would help. "Here, I'll help you look ..."
"Thank you ... oh! Vi!"
Caitlyn pointed at the window, where trails of bunny cage stuffing could be found on the ground.
"He got out!" Caitlyn wailed, burying her head into Vi's shoulder in despair.
"Hey, don't worry," Vi consoled her. "We'll find him, okay? I'll go out and look for him right now. You just sit tight and let me handle it."
Caitlyn sniffled and nodded, offering no resistance as Vi placed her on the couch. Obviously she wanted to go out and look for herself, but it was apparent to both of them she was too emotionally distraught to be of much help for that right now.
Jinx was roaming, sneaking, skulking about the back side of a Piltover museum, lugging a crate of seemingly useless scrap metal that, once she twisted a few wires, would become an impressive firework that would be sure to give that dusty Piltie museum some long-overdue redecoration.
She set the crate down and started making picture frames with her fingers to figure out where best to put it for maximum impact. Preferably somewhere Hat Lady and Fat Hands could see it, but not get to it in time to stop it from going off.
Jinx was giggling and cackling to herself about her glorious plan, when a bunny rabbit hopped into the frame of her hand-camera.
"Hey!" Jinx shouted. "You! Get out of there! You're ruining my shot! Haven't you ever heard of mise en scene!?"
The bunny seemed undisturbed by Jinx's taunts, so Jinx decided to take a more direct approach, in that she approached the bunny directly.
It was used to being around humans, as it didn't flinch nor flee as she got close.
"Oh, you're a brave one," Jinx mused as she reached down to pick the rabbit up.
"You know who you remind me of?" Jinx asked. "Mister Bunny. Do you know Mister Bunny? He was my sister's plush rabbit, before she left me."
Jinx narrowed her eyes at the rabbit.
"Maybe you can be Mister Bunny 2 ... Wait, what's that?"
The bunny had a collar. Jinx knew some people kept rabbits as pets, but she had never heard of them having a collar. That was more of a dog or cat thing.
"Let's see who you belong to ..." Jinx picked up the collar and turned the tag around.
If found return to Caitlyn Kiramman, it read.
"Caitlyn?" Jinx asked, cackling wildly at the wonderful opportunity to inflict pain on her much hated nemesis fate had afforded her. "Oh that's just wonderful!"
Jinx danced and spun the rabbit through the air, holding him up like a human baby.
"I could send you back to Caitlyn, but not before stuffing you ... I could blow you and scatter all your bits all around for her to pick up and find! I could serve her up a nice dinner of rabbit stew, I could ... I could ..."
Jinx wasn't totally averse to inflicting harm on animals. Especially ones who she felt were staring at her. Growing in the vile chems and fumes of the Undercity meant one had to fight off a rabid or mutated beast on occasion. But the rabbit looked at her with its big, bunny eyes and ...
"Hmm."
Caitlyn had just finished dabbing at her crying eyes with her third tissue, feeling like she'd finally dried her tears and gotten a handle on her emotions.
Vi would find Thumpadeiah. Vi had never let her down - Vi was reliable. If anyone could find him, it'd be Vi.
When a knock came on the door, Caitlyn eagerly rushed to answer it, hoping it would be Vi returned with her pet rabbit.
But opening the door revealed the sister she wasn't expecting to see.
"What - Jinx!?" Caitlyn exclaimed, shocked to see Jinx standing so brazenly, right on her front porch.
And she was holding Thumpadeiah, who seemed largely unhurt.
Seeing Jinx was a shock in of itself, but seeing her pet rabbit in her hands, and in one piece, was such a one-two-three punch of surprises that Caitlyn's brain completely blew out for a second, and she stood there slack-jawed and speechless.
Jinx held Thumpadeiah up in front of her.
"Well?" Jinx asked. "Aren'tcha gonna take 'im?"
"I ... yes, of course," Caitlyn answered, taking Thumpadeiah into her waiting arms.
She looked at Jinx, still in disbelief.
Jinx shuffled her foot.
"Well ... bye!"
Jinx spun around on her heels and went to leave.
Caitlyn looked down at Thumadeiah, delivered into her arms by the most unlikely of saviors, then up at Jinx.
"Jinx, wait."
Jinx chuckled as she turned around. "Sorry, Sheriff. Can't stick around long enough for you to change and arrest me."
"That wasn't what I was going to say," Caitlyn said.
"Yeah? What were you gonna say?" Jinx asked.
"Would you ... come inside for a drink?" Caitlyn asked gently.
Jinx laughed. Then she took in Caitlyn's soft expression.
"You're serious?"
"Yes," Caitlyn said too quietly for Jinx to hear, doubting herself for a moment. "I am."
"You, uh, know who I am, right?" Jinx asked.
"I do," Caitlyn said. "But you rescued my precious Thumpadeiah before I had a chance to post a financial reward for his safe return, and it wouldn't be proper for me to let you go without offering some thanks. A drink is the least I can do."
Jinx pursed her lips, then cast her gaze out to the street. "Is Vi home?"
"No, and she won't be for awhile," Caitlyn answered. "She's out looking for Thumpadeiah now, and I don't have anything to communicate with her and let her know he's been found any faster than her coming back."
"Then fine," Jinx said with a shrug. "As long as I don't have to talk to my dumb sister, let's ... see where this goes."
"You're sure?" Caitlyn asked.
"Hey," Jinx pointed at Caitlyn as she stepped inside. "You were the one who invited me, remember? Don't get cold feet now."
Caitlyn nodded and closed the door. "Let me put him up, and I'll get us cups. Take a seat on the couch, if you would."
Jinx did so, nearly sinking into the living room couch, which almost as plush as four Zaun beds put together. The cushion threatened to almost swallow her.
Caitlyn left the room, and Jinx heard the soft clinking of a cage shutting, and then Caitlyn returned carrying two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of the stuff in the other.
She took a seat on the couch next to Jinx, not having nearly as much trouble with the cushion's excessive plump. It probably didn't even register to her, Jinx thought, how much this couch exceeded the bare minimums to achieve its function.
Caitlyn uncapped the wine and poured an even amount into both glasses, then offered to Jinx.
Jinx took it.
Caitlyn didn't want to ruin the tenuous peace between the two of them by pointing out Jinx was holding the wine glass completely wrong.
"Cheers," Caitlyn said.
She and Jinx toasted, then each took a swig from their cup.
They sat on the couch in awkward silence. Caitlyn was the first to break it.
"Where did you find him?" Caitlyn asked.
"Behind a museum," Jinx said. "Don't ask what I was doing there."
"I can guess," Caitlyn muttered wryly. "And ... when you found him?"
"What do you mean, when I found him?" Jinx asked, taking another sip of her wine.
"Surely bringing him back to me wasn't your first thought," Caitlyn said, taking a nervous sip of her own, worrying that perhaps she was pressing where she shouldn't, and perhaps she should not be looking a gift rabbit in the mouth.
"You hate me," Caitlyn said. "Though I confess, I never fully understood why."
"Because you're a dirty sister-stealer," Jinx said, reaching out for the bottle and pouring her half-empty cup back to full before she even drained her first serving.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes.
"But yeah," Jinx said. "You're right. I thought about doing a lot of things with him ... I imagined what your face would look like ... but ... somehow I couldn't."
Jinx went quiet.
"Vi liked rabbits."
"Ah," Caitlyn said, this vexing, puzzling circumstance suddenly starting to make more sense. She'd admit, she struggled to tease out Jinx's motivations at the best of times, but she understood Jinx's feelings about Vi were complex, and could sometimes cause her to act differently to the psycho-graphic profile Piltover's law enforcement had created on her.
They each took another sip of their cups.
Caitlyn hiccuped, then turned to look at Jinx. She gave Jinx a slight smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinx asked.
"You're pretty," Caitlyn said with another hiccup.
"Wha - really?" Jinx blushed grabbed at one of her braids and began to squeeze it nervously. "You think I'm pretty? No one's ever told me I was pretty before ..."
"No? That's a shame."
"Tell me more about that, though," Jinx said, taking a nervous sip of her drink in the hope of easing her spiking nerves. "About me being pretty."
"You have pretty hair," Caitlyn said. "Sparkling eyes ... and fantastic tits."
Jinx nearly did a spit-take on her drink. "I'm sorry!?"
"You," Caitlyn said, waving her glass around like it was an instructional tool and she was a kindergarten teacher, "have nice tits."
"No," Jinx shook her head, bewildered Caitlyn could even think such a thing. "I don't! I mean, look at me. They're nothing compared to yours. Hat Lady ... might as well call you Boob Lady ..."
"Jinx, haven't you heard the expression 'anything more than a handful is a waste'?" Caitlyn asked. She set her wine glass down and turned to Jinx with her whole body.
"Here. I'll show you. Grab my boob."
"What!?" Jinx asked, her face turning a shade of pink that would be fascinating for scientists to put under a microscope.
"Grab my tit!" Caitlyn said, gesturing to her chest.
Jinx looked at her wine glass like the wine inside might explain what was happening right now.
It did not, so Jinx gave a quick chug as punishment for its uselessness, set it down, then did as Caitlyn asked.
"That's it," Caitlyn said Jinx's hand hovered fearfully just above her boob. "Go on. It won't hurt you."
Jinx finally laid her fingers on Caitlyn's tit, her lanky fingers curling around the front of it.
"Wow ..." Jinx said. "It's like ... firmer and softer than I'd thought be."
"Mh-hmm!" Caitlyn nodded. "But see you how you can't get your fingers around it? But if I did this ..."
Jinx yelped as Caitlyn reached forward and laid her hand across one of her tits, such as they were.
"There, see?" Caitlyn said as she massaged Jinx's chest with her palm. "Whole boob in the hand. Isn't that better?"
"Hm-hmm," Jinx said with a nod and a blush.
Caitlyn looked down at her hands and smiled. Then she frowned and quickly recoiled from Jinx onto the other end of the couch like Jinx had launched needles from her skin.
"Oh, heavens ... Jinx, I'm sorry, that wasn't appropriate," Caitlyn said. She raised up an eyebrow and picked up the wine bottle, turning it over to inspect it.
"Oh dear."
"What?" Jinx asked.
"I think," Caitlyn said, "I may have grabbed the wrong wine bottle. This is stronger stuff than I originally meant to give you."
"It's fine," Jinx said.
"And we're already half through it ..." Caitlyn said. "How fast have we been drinking?"
"Not fast enough, I'd say!" Jinx said, sipping her cup. "Hey ... would you ... do that again?"
"Do what again?" Caitlyn asked.
"Touch my ... touch my boobies," Jinx gestured to her chest.
"Jinx, I couldn't possibly -"
"Please?" Jinx asked. "It felt ... good when you did that. I felt ... good. I haven't felt good about myself in a long time." She turned to Caitlyn with a grin, the alcohol finally hitting her as well and buoying her courage.
"Besides," Jinx said as she went to take her shirt off. "We got a saying back home - go big or go home!"
"Well ..." Caitlyn stammered, blushing at the sight of a topless Jinx on her couch.
"You're not wearing a bra?"
"Caitlyn, look at me," Jinx pointed to herself. "Do you think I even can? They just slide right off me."
"That's fair, I suppose ..." Caitlyn said. "Still ... should we? No ... this - this is wrong, you're Jinx!"
"A little late for that to be your problem," Jinx rolled her eyes.
"Still ..." Caitlyn licked her lips, her eyes drawn towards Jinx's naked chest. "I have always wondered what would be like ... to be able to fit a whole tit in my mouth. Vi's are too big ..."
Jinx tensed up and hissed like a cat that'd just been startled. "Can we - can we not talk about her right now?"
"Right, I'm sorry," Caitlyn said. "I realize it's still a difficult subject. Do you think you might - tell me what happened between you? She's told me, but I've ... wondered what it was like from your perspective."
"How about we go back to getting drunk and groping each other?"
"You're right," Caitlyn said. "Sorry."
"UGH, stop apologizing for everything."
"Sor -" Caitlyn began, before catching herself.
"Come on," Jinx said, laying her hands across Caitlyn's chest. "Let me at them big momma boobs."
Caitlyn giggled, even though she would be mortified at that description if she were sober. She set to work taking off her shirt, and Jinx eagerly slipped her hand to try and undo the clasps of her pink bra, but she couldn't quite manage.
"It takes finesse," Caitlyn told her, reaching behind her and easily unclasping her top and sliding it off.
Jinx threw her head into Caitlyn's cleavage and motorboated, earning more laughter from Caitlyn as Jinx's lips tickled her.
Jinx then moved her head slightly to the left and latched her mouth around Caitlyn's nipple, happily sucking and nursing on it with a contentment and stillness Caitlyn didn't think Jinx was capable of.
Caitlyn gave a contented moan, then a hiccup, then she frowned.
"Jinx, wait ..." Caitlyn said, reaching up to cup the underside of her boob. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah, you're only just figuring that out?" Jinx asked as she detached. "Nothing about this situation is right."
"No, I mean, my boob ... something feels weird," Caitlyn said. "There's pressure in it. That's not supposed to be there."
"Pressure, huh?" Jinx asked, poking at Caitlyn's boob.
Both of them were surprised when Jinx's light touch caused Caitlyn's nipple to eject a minuscule amount of clear fluid. They looked at each other, unsure what to do next.
Jinx, ever bold, poked Caitlyn's boob again, and Caitlyn's nipple dripped further, the liquid taking on a more solid white color.
"Am I ... lactating?" Caitlyn asked.
"Looks that way!" Jinx said.
"That's so strange," Caitlyn said. "This never happens with Vi."
"So what you're saying is," Jinx smirked, "I'm better at sex than Vi?"
"I, well," Caitlyn stammered, her emotional reaction being to defend Vi, but she was inebriated to come up with a logical and fact-based argument, so she defaulted to calling Jinx out. "I thought you said you didn't want to talk about Vi?"
"I'm willing to make an exception if it's about how much better I am than Vi at everything," Jinx said arrogantly. "Now let me get a taste of you."
Jinx resumed sucking on Caitlyn's nipple, moaning and sighing at the sweet taste of Caitlyn's breast milk. Made all the sweeter by the knowledge that she had got to sample it before Vi did.
Vi would be so jealous! ... if they told her about this. Which, once they sobered up, they would probably agree to not tell her, as it might make things between the three of them even more awkward than they already were.
"This is delicious," Jinx said. "You should save some of this stuff in a bottle!"
"It is good, isn't it?" Caitlyn asked rhetorically, happy in her drunken state to take Jinx's compliment at face-value. "But you know what would taste even better?"
Caitlyn lightly pushed Jinx off and grabbed the wine bottle off the table. She lifted it up to her lips and took a deep chug straight from the source.
"Hey, don't hog all of it!" Jinx protested.
Caitlyn set the bottle down with a thud, and it toppled over onto its side, spilling onto the floor. Although it was empty enough now that most of its remaining contents settled into the new bottom that previously been its side.
Caitlyn then ran a thumb over Jinx's chin, before forcing her fingers into Jinx's mouth and prying it open. Then she pulled her hand away and kissed Jinx, tilting their heads together so the alcohol from her mouth would flow into Jinx's.
Jinx gagged, but had little choice but to try and choke the unexpected shot down. After a moment of struggling with the sudden influx, she was able to swallow.
Caitlyn lost her balance and fell back against the couch, leaving Jinx to sit there star-struck.
"I think I just fell in love with you," Jinx said, not looking forward to how and if this feeling would persist past this one night of drunken debauchery.
"Makes sense," Caitlyn said. "I am hot."
"Don't flatter yourself," Jinx grumbled, some of her resentment of Caitlyn's ... well, entire existence bubbling back up to the surface despite her drunken state.
"You're right." Caitlyn pounced, inverting their positions as she pressed Jinx down into the couch and straddled on top of her. "I should be complimenting you right now. Tiny girl."
Caitlyn ran her hand through Jinx's braid and brought it up to her nose, taking a sniff of Jinx's hair.
"Tiny, pretty girl," Caitlyn said. "Tiny, pretty baby girl for Mommy Caitlyn. Do you braid yourself? You'll have to show me sometime."
"Maybe," Jinx said.
Caitlyn threw Jinx's braid off onto the back of the couch like it was the ribbon she ripped off from a gift box she'd just tore open.
"We've dragged this out long enough, don't you think, Jinx?"
"What do you mean?" Jinx asked nervously.
"I mean, I think its time we go for the main attraction! You understand that, right, Jinx? You're all about putting on a show!"
Caitlyn grabbed Jinx's pants and pulled, stripping Jinx's pussy bare with a single well-placed yank.
Jinx gasped, looking down at her naked loins, then up at Caitlyn, who seemed radiant, menacing, evil and comforting all at once.
Caitlyn pressed her fingers straight into Jinx's cunt and started working.
Jinx panted and moaned, overwhelmed and fearful at the new sensation but also excited and curious.
"Ooh," Jinx moaned. "I've - I've never gotten this far before. Not with anyone else."
"Maybe if you quit trying to blow up everyone that you meet, you might have more progress on that by now," Caitlyn quipped, never losing her smile. "Now give it to me, Jinx. Be a good girl for me for once. Why can't you ever be a good girl?"
Jinx bit on her fingernail, nervousness and uncertainty starting to overpower any pleasure or curiosity she had.
"C'mon, Jinx! Don't chicken out on me now!" Caitlyn began fingering more furiously. "Give it. Give it up for me, baby girl. I want it. I want it loud, and wet, and messy, Jinx. Give it to Mommy!"
Jinx yelped, feeling her orgasm close.
"Don't hold back! Give me your all!"
Jinx yelped again, climaxing with Caitlyn's encouragement, squirting all over Caitlyn's fingers that were deeply embedded into her pussy. How could she not make a mess?
Caitlyn pulled her fingers out from the sticky puddle that had oh so mysteriously formed around them, then gave an experimental lick of the substance that was now stuck to them.
"Mm," Caitlyn shot Jinx a flirtatious look. "Tasty. You did so good for Mommy, baby girl."
And that was too much praise for Jinx to handle, and she fainted.
Vi groaned. It was getting dark, and she still hadn't found Thumpadeiah, even after stopping by the Enforcer station and recruiting Mir and Keppel to help.
"Vi ..." Kepple said, in a voice very hard to be both respectful, but also acknowledging the facts. "I know Caitlyn means a lot to you but -"
"Don't bother," Vi said. "I know what you're gonna say, and I agree. It's too dark out. We're not gonna find him tonight."
"We'll keep looking for him," Mir assured Vi. "Once we have daylight again."
"Thanks, guys," Vi said. "Drinks are on me next time, okay?"
"Perish the thought," Mir said. "You and Caitlyn are friends."
"Go home," Kepple said. "Get some rest."
"Yeah, I'll do that," Vi said.
"She must be tired," Mir said after Vi was out of earshot. "The Vi we know would never agree to rest so easily."
"Yup."
"Hey, I'm home!" Vi said, entering the building. "I'm sorry, Cupcake, I couldn't find Thumpadeiah before it was dark out, but I promise tomorrow as soon as the sun rises -"
She was stunned silent at the sight that awaited her on the couch.
Jinx and Caitlyn were in a tangled mess, passed out together on the couch. Jinx had ditched her shirt, but not her bra, while Caitlyn had ditched bra and shirt both. There was an awful smell in the air, and Vi rushed over to the couch, seeing a dark red fluid on both of their faces and fearing they had finally resolved their feud in the form of mutually killing each other. After ... stripping?
Closer observation revealed this to not be the case. They were both still breathing. Labored breath of slumber and of supporting the weight of the other's body on them, but breath nonetheless.
But if they weren't dead and rotting, what was that miserable smell?
Vi leaned in close and took a sniff. She recoiled back, instantly regretting her choice to investigate.
"Is that ... cum?" Vi asked.
She looked behind her and saw the wine bottle lying on its side and the two glasses of wine that showed signs of recent use.
Vi tapped a finger to her head, confounded.
Even an amateur detective would have to reach the conclusion that Caitlyn and Jinx had gotten drunk and had sex with each other, but where Vi was stuck was figuring out what circumstances could lead to the two of them doing that before they had the chance to either shoot or arrest the other.
Lacking any better ideas, Vi grabbed the wine glasses off and took them to the sink.
Then she went to go check on Thumpadeiah's cage.
Because if there was one thing Vi liked to do - aside from flirt with Caitlyn, be sarcastic, and punch people - it was to beat herself up over her own failures.
When she arrived at the cage, her jaw dropped.
Thumpadeiah was safe, nestled in the cage and sleeping as cute and quiet as a bunny could ask for.
"No," Vi said, the last pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Had Caitlyn offered Jinx sex as a reward for rescuing Thumpadeiah? "She wouldn't have ... she couldn't. That's not her style at all."
Still mystified, Vi went back to the living room and pulled up a chair for herself and began her watch.
It didn't seem like there was much else for her to do other than make sure to be there when Caitlyn and Jinx woke up and, if at all possible, stop them from killing each other once they realized whose arms they'd been sleeping in.