HUNTED: Drafts 1-11 and Versions 1-17

Here is the finished version of my work. It was fun... it was hard... but it was worth it :)

Story: The Wrath of Zaun... It was a fairy tale in the ears of many Zaunites. A howl here, a can falling over there. It seemed like a demonic nightmare to everyone... but no one cared that much. In Zaun, people literally die all the time. Their bodies fall from the higher places in some cases; be it suicide or to hide the evidence of the Chembarons latest crime. Truthfully, there were always crimes... many crimes. You weren't a Zaunite unless you had to steal from someone at some point just to live to see the next day. The hypocritical upper class repeatedly choked the lower city of resources, and brought them to perpetual riots. Yet, the Uncaged Wrath of Zaun was not of their creations.

It was the work of a mad scientist mixing machine, magic and man together; a failure deemed dead when it was so close to succeeding. If only its creator knew the animal was playing dead to escape his clutches. As twisted as the mad doctor was to create such a beast, if he had kept it chained, he would have saved at least some lives from his biggest mistake. The beast was never dead. Only the man it rose from was.

The dead body transformed and twisted in ways even a Zaunite would puke at seeing, as a powerful monstrosity larger than any human in the undercity appeared. Metal lined is claws, and strange contraptions all around its body spelled doom for any who even made eye contact with it, as the howling beast began killing everyone. It didn't matter to the monster. Everything was meat, but if he had a preference, it was certainly for any and EVERY servant of the Chembarons, who had been partially responsible for his creation! Everyone must pay!

Paying... for being foolish enough to create him, was the only thing on his mind, as he killed Chembaron after Chembaron, and littered the street with dying bodies! Nobody realized what was going on for a very long while... because a Magic-powered, Werewolf Chimera that can smell blood from the other side of the city, and knows every way through Zaun to reach its target without being seen, is very hard to even believe real! No one ever saw him coming... but eventually, somewhere between 75 dead people and 700, the werewolf began to regain his mind. The beast smelled interesting powers and creatures in the nether regions of the city, and slowly made his way lower and lower, killing everyone on his way to their source; The Sump!

It was the one thing his mind clearly remembered... the place where all garbage goes, and few ever leave alive! It was the perfect place to carve out his den, from the carcasses of dead machines, failed inventions and debris from the previous wars Zaun waged against Piltover! The Werewolf naturally felt it a perfect place for himself.. the filth masked his scent, and no one would ever be able to fight him on his own turf!

Eventually, the chimera slid into an empty sewer pipe, and begin clawing his way down to the Sump, where none would look for him. At this point, there were bodies lost from all chembarons teams... but if word of an eldritch monster broke out, it could destabilize the city or challenge their authority. So, instead of etting rumors spread, the Chembarons ignored their fallen rivals bodies, or claimed responsibility for the death themselves, and hushed anyone who said otherwise. The rapidly spreading myth became a fairy tale, as the true monster lurked where no man would dare venture.

The Sump was already a massive danger to any who ventured in. The magic chemicals and pollutants had made even touching anything a danger to ones health, but the darkness and poorly lit corridors were were a far greater concern. Before the beast had begun making his home, the Sump was already a living graveyard for any who entered in. The rats that chewed people up alive were NOT the greatest threat. The darkness itself was. It was alive, and only the weak lighting drove it back! Anyone who entered the dark was gone in just a moment, never to be seen again! Those who survived the brief encounter, remember hearing whispers from RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Something was instantly right beside them, whispering in their ear as the darkness formed webs around them and threatened to swallow them whole!

No one had seen what it was... but as the Werewolf clawed his way down the empty chute, he would find out. Everything was clean inside the long pipe... too clean. It was oddly clean. The beast' ears perked up, as he smelled piltoveran metal lacing the pipe; a trap had been set here. But by the time he realized this, it was too late! His foot had tripped a wire, and something instantly latched around him! The beast snarled and roared, as he was yanked into the air, and then began to fall down the steep incline of the pipe!

Back when Piltover was first beginning to oppress Zaun, information of the Sump was more widespread. Fearing for their so-called fair city, the Piltoverans put several traps in the sewer pipes, that would trip if something, NOT someone, were to come through the pipes. It well camouflaged traps weren't to keep people from entering the massive sewer. It was to keep whatever monster lurked in its shadows out of the city. For years, nothing was heavy enough to activate the rusty trap. But the werewolf's weight was far above any normal human; especially due to his metal components! He tripped it with ease, and rusty golden ropes latched around him faster than he could react!

The rapid descent into the lower pipe was filled with darkness... living darkness that shone beyond the dim light of Zaun's entry point to the Sump. Whatever was lurking inside of it, was now given a fresh, tightly bound meal!

The werewolf yelled and roared, violently thrashing to break free of the rusty contraption around his legs and arms, but it was laced with powerful magic that made it far stronger than any normal metal. An average human could not even touch it without dying, once the trap was deployed; it was tamper proof, lest the Zaunites use it against the Piltoverans. As such, a Monstrosity from Zaun was also powerless, as the werewolf came to a point where the pipe evened back out.

The beast grit his teeth, before fidgeting and looking about! For him, such a fall only caused a few bruises... but it was the darkness itself that made his fur stand up! For the first time, the beast felt fear, as the darkness began to create webs around him, and pull him into it! It lurched forward, from all around, as the surprised beast let out a muffled growl. For the first time, the hunter was hunted, and there was no escape for him, as the nightmare came forth!

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There was no way to measure time, or figure out what happened to him. The werewolf had been on his way to the Sump, to carve out a secret den, when a trap from long ago latched onto him, and caused him to tumble into the darkness. Now, he was at the mercy of the darkness itself, as he was violently dragged and tossed inside of it! The wolf growled and snarled as he was flipped and tossed repeatedly. Something powerful was hurling him about; biting him, dragging him, throwing him... He was being sent every which way, as the darkness tried to tear him apart and consume him like it had so many before him! Whatever force was manhandling him, was no man! In a great anger, the provoked werewolf charge up magic energy, and let forth a loud howl that shook the darkened realm! The brief moment of powerful magic, was enough to light the dim and dark area...

The angry Beast was expecting some kind of machines, or golems that had started rusting to be the culprit. No... no... this couldn't be any more wrong. The brief moment of the beast channeling his magic, revealed something that made no sense to him! Even with al the monsters he had hunted above, this was on a different level! The bruised beast blinked, wondering if he was dizzy or not, as the entire floor shifted around him! Several Glowing objects began to flicker and shine across the floor, moving like ants toward him! He recognized the strange objects. They were Power Cores... highly charged units of gold used as batteries to power the many Golems of Zaun! Whenever a golem was destroyed, the things were so valuable that none would dare throw the machine away, unless they had taken the core first. With one core, a golem could live longer than a human lifetime! Some even could live 200 years, like the legendary Blitzcrank, who could bestow 200 years of game design to all enemies who challenged him!

Yet, there was one exception! The only time power cores were left in the machine, is if they were too unstable or explosive to extract! There were some things even Zaunites would consider too dangerous to mess with, and this was one of them! A singular core had enough power to wipe out an entire undercity block in seconds, due to its magic. Yet even before then, once the core begins to destabilize, it has a weird effect on all surrounding metals! It's as though they are brought to life!

The trapped werewolf now realized that the entire sump was alive... horrifyingly alive, reanimated by unstable power cores littered around it! If it seemed like the garbage was attacking him, it's because it was! The mysterious whispers that accompanied vanishing people, were the sound of the  magic incantation used to turn gold into power cores! The monstrosity was aware that people created it, and tried to claim as many humans as necessary to build itself up! Just like everything else in Zaun, it was trying to survive!

Yet to the werewolf, this strange creature was a writhing amalgamation garbage, seeking to consume him... and it indeed was! He had more powerful magic in him than any machine or human the nightmare had encountered before... and it wanted it badly! He was just an egg it needed to crack open to get to its food!

As the magic light faded away, the fearful monstrosity regained its composure, and began to close back in on its target! The battered and bruised werewolf may not have remembered his former life... but he could smell the powerful magic now surrounding him! The Golden orbs began to glow with strange magic, as the metal binding him was forcibly lifted up again! The bound chimera now realized that it was using electromagnetic fields to pull him across the junkyard, but it was too late to do anything! This orbs bobbed and pulsed around him, levitating the reluctant beast into the air, before they began to float him off to another area of the Sump!

The Wrath of Zaun struggled, and tried to break free of the bindings in every way possible, but he was more helpless than a caged rat, as the magnetic field moved him over a large pool of polluted water! Several entry pipes convened here, from everywhere in Zaun! It was the perfect place for a monster to live!

The werewolf now began to thrash and flail against the levitation, as he dangled above the water! If the strange beast were to drop him here, he would surely drown! The orbs of golden light pulsed in unison, before lowering him onto something that kept him suspended! The beast tried to look up and see what they had latched him too, but it was too dark to make it out. Yet oddly, the monster that previously feared light itself, now pulsed out light from its orbs, lighting the area and revealing the place they were in!

Even though the werewolf had only been in one laboratory, he could tell by the smells and stacks of items, that something had organized the piles of trash around the pool... like it was some sort of factory! Yet now, with him bound, it felt more like a lab! The feeling of being helplessly suspended like this made his blood boil, as the orbs began to poke and push against him. As the orbs touched him, they gave a small shock, that made him remember the cruel things Singed had done to him. The mad doctor had tortured him behind death... and if he could help it, he would never be part of an experiment again! The furious beast grit his teeth, as the orbs began rubbing against him, filling him with electric energy! It was no coincidence that this happened either. The Power Cores were actively feeding on his magic energy, with each touch!

As shock after shock filled the stunned werewolf, the orbs began to grow larger, and larger! They grew from small pebbles to large spheres, as they began to suck the magic out of him! Every touch brought the werewolf closer to anguish and fury, as he remembered the pain of the mad scientist implanting every single object into him that he now was forced to live with! In a blind fury, the beast forgot that touching the energetic orbs could blow them up, and he willingly bit one in an attempt to tear it apart! In truth, he had excepted that he might die here, and much rather would, than be part of another experiment! Biting and detonating an orb was the fastest way to end his misery, or so he thought, until the light stopped!

The surprised werewolf opened his eyes, as the semi-fluid orb converted itself into a liquid and forced itself down his throat! Without realizing it, he had given the orb a path straight to its hunger! The werewolf gagged and huffed, trying to spit the orb back up, as it actively wiggled deeper into him and settled into his belly! The other orbs reactively moved back, in surprise. Clearly, they had some form of sentience, or even possibly a community; the spirits of golems without bodies... because when the one in the Werewolf's gut began flashing light as a beacon, the others did similar! To Warwick's dismay, not only was he still alive, but the orbs had now found a way to get what they wanted! Like children, the orbs began to levitate in front of his mouth, trying to force their way inside of him so that they could drain him like a coconut!

The werewolf wasn't having it, and turned his head every direction to avoid their demanding contact! He was now frightfully aware that they wanted to invade his body, and do unspeakable things to him for their survival! He cursed under his breathe that the restraints were so strong, and that the orbs had drained him of his full strength! Otherwise, he might have been able to break out!

The orbs tried to force their way into him for several minutes, and resisting the impulse to bite them was no easy task, as the werewolf desperately tried to seek a way out of this predicament! To his misfortune, so did the Power Cores! They soon began probing and shocking him even harder, trying to find a way to enter his body, voluntary or not! A loud yelp left the mighty beast' mouth, when one orb shocked his precious cargo! Out of everywhere on his body, that area was definitely the most sensitive... and the yelp resulted in him opening his mouth for just long enough for a second orb to phase through his teeth and join the first! The beast cursed and snarled, as the orbs began convening at his poor sack, and shocking it to open his mouth! The sensation of his nuts being treated like a knocker on a door was far from pleasant, but the magic jolts repeatedly began to send the wolf's mid into a fuzz as he began to lose focus from all the stimulation! He was beaten, bruised, hanging from a literal thread and exhausted! Whether he wanted to or not, he began to slightly open his mouth to huff out air!

The Power Cores capitalized on this as well! The bound werewolf was not aware of it yet, but magic used for the power cores... was sentient! It could learn any spell the golem used while it was active... and the "Ghost" ability was often used by automatons to move faster! With hardly any effort, a power core with enough mana, had phased right through his clenched teeth, making him gag and gasp as it forced its way down his gullet! The nightmare just kept getting worse, as the other magic balls began to follow suit! Not only were they invading his mouth... but now, an orb began to taunt, and shock his rear! The powerful jolt sent undesirable pleasure up his body, as the orb rolled around his anus like a well-placed tease, and stimulated him all the while that it tried to get it! The sensation was the breaking point, and melted the beast' resistance, as his cock reluctantly shot out to full mast! It was a kink he didn't know he had, after how long he had been tortured, but the orb exploited it nevertheless!

The other orbs followed suit, joining it and swirling around like marbles in a draining sink! The vexed beast struggled and flailed against this continuous assault on him! The Uncaged Wrath of Zaun had never expected such a lowly tactic from any enemies... but whether it was due to the attraction of the orbs to each other, or some perverted memory of the cores previous life, it was repeatedly spinning around his rear! It started on his hips, but began to get faster toward his rear, as magic energy drew it closer to its companions inside him! The wolf began to huff, and growl, as the orbs had their way with stimulating his body as though it was a machine they fit inside! The orbs began to exchange magic energy with each other, glowing a strange blue, and semi-liquid light from everywhere they touched him!

The confused werewolf tried to gag up another orb, before realizing that the orbs had activated another spell; Cleanse! The previously nasty tasting and odorous orbs had suddenly lost their scent, as magic energy flowed from the water below and coated them! The strange tentacles were formed from the magic the orbs traded with each other, in their attempt to seize their new prey inside and out!

Warwick yelled in anger, as the strange fluid spread from the orbs to him! Cleanse was an ability that allows allies to pass by enemy units regardless of any slows or obstacles they raise up! Perhaps the orbs were designed to automatically clean themselves originally... or one of them had activated a spell to further violate him! The werewolf could not tell, as the glowing turquoise energy began to swirl around his entry points, and flush out all resistance he had left! The orbs on the outside withdrew, letting the spell take effect all over the beast' violated body! The shaggy werewolf thrashed about in weak defiance, as the spell gave him the first clean bath he's had in his very existence! He glistened against his will, as the spell not only flowed outside, buy inside of him as well! It inflated his belly in moments, before leaving out the way it came... and leaving the orbs with no more obstacles left.

As Warwick tried to fight free from this ridiculous nightmare, the tentacles rose up again, and seized him. The Power Cores were back, and had come up with a new nightmare! After seeing the Cleanse spell's success, they decided to conduct it upon each other, coating themselves in tentacles of cleansing magic that would let them slip straight through his resistances! Warwick dreaded the sight of them all! There were even more now than before! He was utterly surrounded, as the tentacles of cleansing energy approached!

He struggled desperately to break free! Struggling was all he could do now, as the magic tentacles slipped straight into, all the way through, and onto his rear, maw and erect cock! The Power Cores had won!

Warwick growled loudly, almost whimpering as the orbs slid right in with almost no friction, and proceeded to make themselves at home all over his body! Some had phased right into and processed his very cock, as they fed on his virile magic! Others pulsed in his rear, vibrating happily as they stimulated him to a dread full orgasm! He came harder than he thought imaginable, as Power Cores shapelessly invaded his cock, and fed on his magic sperm as well! The feeling of pleasure was inescapable, and with each orb entering his body, their conscious began to jump his power over his own body! They were possessing him! The zonked werewolf had proved intriguing to them! His magic was powerful enough to sustain their form, and even serve as a host for them! No more would they loom over the Sump in search of their destroyed bodies, like lost souls! A mindless werewolf with such powerful magic, was the perfect host for them! He was their refuge from the toxic wasteland, their new body, their new exoskeleton!

Warwick tried to resist as best he could, but the moment tentacles locked onto his ears, it was pointless. The whispers of the incantation to create the power cores echoed in his head, endlessly. It overwhelmed his weakened mind in minutes, as the orbs absorbed into his ears and made their will all he would hear from now on! On their command, the beast' defiance waned, and he climaxed again! This time, his copious release of cum became a power core itself, just like the incantation produced! Then again... and again... and again. The werewolf's mind blanked more and more with each orgasm, as the words "Create us... Sustain us... Obey us... Good Boy" echoed in his ears! The orbs formed within his now enlarged sack, sending a large jolt of leisure across his body every time they were shot out! The feeling tamed him... brainwashed him under their mind control... and when a final tentacle had gently placed itself on his head, it didn't take long after the final power core had phased into his mind to possess him completely.

Defiance stayed in the mighty beast mind, until the final power core fully merged with his mind, and echoed the words in his mind "Yes... my masters. I will serve you forever." A mindless smile spread over Warwick's canine mouth, as slime covered his eyes. The tentacles had fully entered him, and the cores along with them, leaving him suspended and helpless under their slimy influence. His members were sealed off in endless stimulation and pleasure, as he awaited the next time his masters would tell their new slave to feed them. For now, the undying wrath of zaun, had been muzzled, tamed and subdued indefinitely, as their obedient vessel and slave.