Akali was fucking pissed.

It had been a good week for Akali up to then. She was training well, her League performance was good and her relationships with the other ladies of the league were going well. Akali was happy with the way she was living as a League participant (She didn't like calling herself a 'Champion') and the peace and quiet of the giant complex she lived in gave her time to relax and shift her mind away from the problems of home.

But still, everyone has their bad days.

Today had been especially awful for the assassin: First she had tripped over one of Ivern's squirrels while heading to training, bruising her knee and forcing her to have to practice for several hours with a hot cinder for a leg. Then once she had finished training she had gone to do her League work only to find that she wasn't needed, every slot for the champ opt-in was filled. But that was alright, even though she loved the ability to be on the field it wasn't the end of the world. No, what REALLY stung her was later in the day when she had found out that Xayah had cancelled their dueling session. That, THAT was the moment when things went to hell for her.

Xayah was an incredible friend to Akali. In the short amount of time they had known each other since Xayah's introduction the pair had quickly become close with their love for Ionia, hate for darkness and passion about Cherry Blossoms pushing them together. Akali loved Xayah as a friend and for good reason: She was confident, sarcastic, tomboyish and wasn't afraid to talk with her about anything good or bad. Akali had never found someone so unbiased before, it was as if she had finally found someone who could see both sides of an argument and relate to it. Granted it was the opinion of a teenage Vastaya but Akali didn't care, she could talk to Xayah about anything. For Xayah it similar reasoning: Akali was bold, tough, balanced and surprisingly quirky. It was someone who could relate with her issues while also being a great dueling partner and a good friend to rely on if they needed to take a night out to kick some ass. So the two became best friends almost immediately, telling each other secrets and desires that they had only told one other man before.

But today, she had ditched Akali. Akali didn't need to be a genius to figure out why: Rakan had probably set up something for them to do and they had gone off to do it. Usually that would be fine and she certainly didn't think bad of Rakan, in fact she couldn't think of a better man for her friend. But there had been something sacred, something that was perfect and should have never been changed. Something that Akali had thought that Rakan and her had established a silent agreement to always follow and respect up to today. But now, now it was ruined. And Akali was mad.

She had spent the past hour storming around in her small apartment, fuming and trying to find her inner peace as she thought about how she was going to confront Xayah. She wasn't going to let her friend live this down, not this. For not the first time in her life Akali felt herself shift as she leaned towards her darker side. She could see all the possibilities and things she could do to Xayah if she wanted to be it direct or indirect, physical or sexual. She could feel his grip on her shoulder, telling her to succumb to her thoughts and finally make her side clear.

Akali breathed a heavy sigh. Not today.

Akali flopped down onto her bed and let herself fall into its soft green colors, feeling her worries slip away as the fabric smoothed over her bare skin. She was wearing her usual combat dress with the mask off and as she rolled her arms around in the silk she felt herself stabilize, shift back to the middle. It was this pleasure that kept her in the center, the pleasure that came from nothing and took nothing.

Someone knocked on the door and Akali stood up, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. It was late at night, she shouldn't be having anyone in. The assassin went over to her front door and opened it, peering around to see if anyone was messing with her.

No one, she thought, Why am I not surprised?

Akali moved to shut her door but stopped as her foot grazed something heavy. She looked down and saw that at the foot of her doorstep was a small black box, rectangular and no larger than the size of her hand. Etched on the surface was a single Ionian symbol, shining dimly in the faint light of the night sky that was seeping in through the windows in the hallway.

Aai, Akali translated in her head, Change.

Akali looked around one more time to ensure no one was watching and took the small box into her apartment, locking the door behind her. Her apartment was a small, traditional place with only two rooms: Her living room and her bathroom. Akali walked over to her bed and sat on it again, placing the box on the smooth green blankets as she looked at it.

The appearance of the box or something like it wasn't new to Akali, as an assassin and a member of the Kinkou Order she was constantly being sent stuff by Shen in a similar style to this. What was odd was the timing, Shen had checked on her earlier that morning and didn't seem to have required anything from her. On top of that it couldn't be from Kennen either, he was on leave in Bandle City. Akali picked the box up and put it on her bedside desk, leaning her body away as she lifted her hands around the edges of the black container. If she was going to open it, she was going to be careful.

Akali's fingers curved around the small box until she found a handle and gently lifted it up, removing the lid from the box. With as much care and caution as she could she observed the box, waiting for anything to happen before she leaned over it and peered inside.

Nothing.

The box's interior was a dark shade of purple, the padding inside seeming to be a soft velvet. Other than that there was nothing inside, the container was completely empty. Despite that Akali couldn't but help be intrigued, especially at the padding. It seemed to beckon to her in the soft moonlight, enticing her to feel its smooth and perfect surface. Akali slowly let her index finger run across the surface, shuddering as she felt small, cold weavings of fabric brush up against her finger. She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling, allowing her finger to have its fun in the box.

Then she started to feel the heat.

Akali opened her eyes and they widened as she reeled back her hand in shock at what she saw, lifting the underside of her finger to her eyes for a better look. Small, blackish-purple veins had entered her skin from the fabric and had started to travel down the length of her hand, curving and curling through her veins and creating an intense feeling of warmness wherever it passed through. The veins stayed purple as they were changed, pushing out slightly and seemingly peering back at her as her mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on.

Poison or sedative through microneedles, she realized, If I don't get it out of my system I'm screwed!

Akali reached down to her waist for her kamas and gripped her left one with her good hand before pulling it up to her other arm, the poison now spreading across its joint and towards her shoulder.

Gotta cut it off, Akali determined grimly, Better alive and in complete pain than dead.

She raised her kama into the air and closed her eyes as she thrust down where her arm was...or rather, where it should have been. When her blade met the blanket with a satisfying poof Akali opened her eyes again only to find her arm had moved to dodge the strike, the poison shifting at an even faster rate. She moved down to strike again but looked on in amazement as her OWN HAND reached out and gripped its twin, stopping her from completing her blow. Akali tried to order the poisoned arm away but it didn't listen, gripping tight as the poison spread between her hands and into her good arm. She looked on in horror as she lost the feeling in her good hand, the kama slipping between her fingers and onto the cold wood floor. She wasn't in control anymore.

Akali's mind swirled with confusion and the overwhelming sensations now coming from both her arms and she staggered, falling off her bed and into the shadows of her living room. The pain across her face hit her hard and she winced as she tried to get up with her legs, failing to find any success without the support of her arms. She was trapped, poisoned and immobile. The gravity of the situation hit her and Akali felt an eerie calm settled into her mind amidst everything else as she realized what was going to happen.

I'm gonna die, she thought and then, Of all the things that could've killed me it was death by rubbing my finger along the surface of a box. I'm a failure.

Akali let her head rest against the floor as she felt tears fall across her cheeks, the parts of her body she still had control of shaking in frustration and sadness as she desperately tried to find anything, anyway to survive. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, this wasn't the honorable way to die. She was a member of the Kinkou Order and more to that the pinnacle of balance. She was light and dark and everything inbetween and she fought to maintain them both, always keeping them alive in some form or another. To be killed by something so simple wasn't honorable at all to who she was, it was humiliating. Akali felt her anger start to take over as she cursed herself for being so stupid, cursed the League for being so careless in their ability to let this happen. Who were they, to help play a part in her death after all she had done for them?

Akali felt a feeling across her shoulders and looked down at her poisoned arms, gazing at the hypnotic purple veins. Much like the inside of the box they called out to her, asking her to let them fully take over and finish the job. She realized somehow that the arms were being prevented from movingby her own willpower, her attempts to gain jurisdiction of her own limbs again.

Fine. She thought. If you want to kill me, GET IT OVER WITH! With that she stopped any attempts she had to free herself, stealing on the floor as she gazed expectantly at her arms.

They didn't let her down. Slowly but surely she watched as her arms lifted up by themselves before turning to face her as if assessing her body. After a few moments of stillness they moved, her left hand placing itself on her legs and her right placing itself on her side, spreading the dark purple liquid around further inside her. Once she started to feel the heat along her the rest of her body Akali shifted her head away from it, choosing not to look at the damage being done before her death.

After a minute Akali had lost all feeling in her body except her head and felt the veins in her neck start to bulge as they were slowly filled with poison. She felt the purple tendrils curl up her throat and she did everything she could to not call out in pain at the heat soaring up and around her as it made its way to her chin, her nose, her eyes and finally her brain. The heat grazed her mind like a sharp stake and she saw stars in her eyes as her vision blurred and died, leaving her in the blackness of her own thoughts.

Akali woke up to find herself alive and, unfortunately, in immense pain.

Her vision had returned and she groaned as she stood up, lifting a hand to her head. Everything hurt along her body and shook with excitement as if her blood flow had been replaced with pure adrenaline. Akali let her hand rub her head for a moment until she noticed the purple veins covering it and remembered everything.

I'm still alive, she realized, her eyes widening. And I have control of myself!

Without a moment to lose Akali turned to her door and attempted to run out of it only to realize she couldn't move. Rather, she couldn't move TOWARDS it. No matter what the assassin tried she couldn't do anything but walk around her room, far away from anywhere she could escape to. After trying she realized she couldn't shout either, only talk to herself in a voice that was quiet enough for her to register but not loud enough for anyone to hear through the thick walls of her apartment. It didn't take her long to figure out that she was still trapped, only now she was being tormented with the possibility that she could escape.

After several minutes of trying to find a loophole in the poison's restrictions over her body she gave up, laying down on her bed and trying to figure out what this type of punishment was meant to do to her. Was it meant to kill her slowly and allow her to witness its dominance over her? No, the heat she had felt earlier hadn't grown in its intensity since it had reached her head. If anything it had gotten more tolerable, her mind starting to get used to the constant buzz of warmth curling along her body. It was starting to get...she couldn't believe her own thoughts, pleasant.

Akali put her head in her hands and tried to figure out what to do. She couldn't escape, she couldn't call for help. She couldn't kill herself and she certainly couldn't get whatever was controlling her out of her system. An idea dawned upon her and try as she could it stuck in her head, not because it was good but because it was the only path she felt like she had.

When she had submitted to the poison the first time it had quickly given her relief in a sense by spreading quicker along her body. Now she gave into it again, releasing her control over her body to the fluids flowing within her so they could tell her what to do. To her surprise they responded quickly as she got up and not on her own will walked into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her and turning inside to face the interior.

Akali's bathroom was unlike expectations incredibly fancy, a beautiful room that could've been taken out of a Roman architectural magazine. Smooth white pillars held up the corners of the large room and directly ahead of her rested her shower and bath, a cylindrical tube in the center of the bathroom. Akali watched as she walked to a place on the other side of the shower, to where her full size mirror and sink stood.

It wants me to see myself. She realized and per her expectations her body guided itself to her mirror, standing down in front of it and giving Akali a perfect view of her form.

Akali's figure was never anything incredibly special to her, she had always seen her body as a machine not something to be gawked at no matter what others thought of her clothing choice. Her head was perfectly sized and her brown eyes stared back at her as she combed a hand through her thick black hair, following one strand down to her shoulder blades. Below her neck her body shape was rectangular, toned with muscle and definition as she moved her eyes down her body. Even though she couldn't see it her stomach was flat and defined, a thin set of abs present. Her legs were long and muscular, not much in terms of their curve but were once again focused on strength and flexibility over appearance. She overall had the physique of an athlete, never caring more for her body except for it to serve her well in fighting.

Her hands went behind her back and Akali gasped internally as they released the strap of the top part of her dress and peeled it off, leaving her chest and upper body open for her to see. One of her hands guided itself to her left breast and Akali winced at the heat that soared up from there, focusing her attention to the mound. Her breasts weren't huge, a firm B cup on her small muscular form. After she had acknowledged this fact her hands made their way down to her hips and her waistband, fiddling with the emerald sash as it became loose and untied from her body. Within moments, her lower half became bare as well. Akali felt a stab of pain again as her hands directed her gaze to her womanhood, a cleanly shaven vagina with not a hair visible. Her female parts weren't huge and her butt wasn't that impressive either, two firm cheeks of muscle that she had never cared for before.

Except, Akali thought, Now they're important for some reason...

Akali felt her hands return to her breasts and she looked up, watching them caress her gently and rub around her. She squinted and watched their pattern of movement carefully, a memory flickering at the back of her mind as she watched her hands move along the undersides of her mounds and rise upward along their sides before circling down and repeating the process. It was a pattern, something that she had seen before...because it had been done to her before.

Oh god, She thought, finally finding what she was looking for. I know what this is.

Whatever hope and possibility for escape Akali had still harbored vanished as the memory came back to her and she gripped her fists tightly, anger soaring through her. This wasn't fair to her, after EVERYTHING she had done and everything she had helped create THIS was the fate he had chosen for her. He had promised that he would leave her alone, let her see the balance from both sides. It would always be her decision to choose a side, he said. Always. But this wasn't choosing a side and Akali knew it: This was him becoming impatient with her and finally choosing to force a change upon her. She laughed, the name of the box coming back to her. She was an idiot, she should've realized what it was from the moment she saw it.

Akali felt her hands fall to her sides as she took in this information, processing it. She had to make a choice soon, that much was for certain. If she didn't the poison-no, the curse would kill her for her foolishness. This was why she was still alive, not because it had intended to kill her but because it needed her consent to do whatever it did next to her, death or the other option. And the other option was much, much worse than death.

Or is it... she thought, biting her lip.

Putting aside the horrors of it all, if she took the second option she would become the herald of a new age. She would be the first of a new kind of Runeterran, one so powerful and corrupted that it would take over everything it laid its hands on and reshape it under its image. She would never be the same, mentally or physically and would probably succumb to the curse's full effect on her in order to keep her sanity. It made sense now why he had chosen her all those years ago, she was the only one who could take it without going insane.

Akali felt the curse's magic shift along her body as it pulsed readily, waiting for her decision. She sighed and bowed her head, thinking. This would permanently shift things to the darker spectrum and bring about chaos. It would destroy, twist and fuck. It would shatter the light and make it impossible to tell what was right and wrong. The only consolation to any of it was that she knew neither side could be destroyed and that even the curse couldn't shake her will, she would always see reason and no matter how hard it was protect the ones she loved. It was a horrible decision, one that went against everything Shen had taught her about what was good in the world.

And she took it.

Akali let the darkness overwhelm her as she felt the curse twist and turn in glee as it flowed through her body, glowing an excited violet. The glow spread outward from her chest and bloomed across her veins as she felt each and every bit of her skin light up with sensation as deep within her the curse spread out to her entire body, darkening her skin.

Then came the pain.

Akali buckled and fell to the floor in front of her mirror as she felt the curse start to attack her body, pushing against it and forcing its own desires into hers. She groaned as her muscles began to stretch and twist, her bones began to crack and grow and her skin began to cleanse itself of imperfections. Akali put a hand to the mirror and before her eyes watched as it snapped and became larger, her fingernails pushing themselves just over the edge of her lengthening fingers and seemingly winking back at her as she recoiled from a large crack down her stomach, feeling her ribs shift under her skin.

Akali's mind was full of sensations she couldn't understand or feel as she watched the changes spread along her arms and feet, increasing their length and growing out slightly with muscle. When the changes reached her legs she felt a wave of pain hit her as her leg shape was completely modified, her previously toned legs growing larger and more slender as they were filled with fat. In pure instinct Akali kicked her leg into the ground behind her in pain as it changed, not aware that each time it struck the ground it grew in strength, denting the marble floor.

Her shoulders and back were next. With a large SNAP Akali arched her back as she felt her spine break and expand growing several inches longer. Her spine set itself in place and hardened in its current state making it impossible for the now sexy curve of her back to disappear. Her shoulders and along her neck bone followed suit, expanding outward and stretching out the top of her torso slightly. The assassin looked down at the floor in pain and tears streaked from her eyes, each one after the other making a louder sizzling sound as it hit the stone.

By now all of Akali's skeletal structure was reshaping and changing, making itself bigger and more defined towards an 'optimal' form. Out of Akali's sight her hips cracked and widened as her sides caved, giving her an hourglass figure. Her ribs grew and thickened as they hardened into two solid plates, eliminating any chance of a blade being able to pass through while also maintaining the flexibility of before. Her neck snapped and elongated slightly while her face reshaped, her cheekbones becoming more defined and teeth becoming sharper as everything else grew to remain proportional with the rest of her form.

Then, all of a sudden, the pain and changes halted.

Akali groaned as her feet raised herself off the ground without her consent, pain shooting through her legs and lower body as her larger bones moved for the first time. The assassin watched through a blur as her hands went up to her face and rubbed her eyes, bringing her focus back into check and onto her body. Or rather, what had BEEN her body. As Akali stared at herself she unconsciously put a hand on her hips, looking at her figure up to down. What had once been a 5'4 athletic build had been turned into the 6+ foot long figure of a slut. Her legs were long, luscious and slender. Her hands and feet were larger but somehow more dainty than before. Her torso and hips had broadened while her sides had curved to give her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her stomach (which had already been toned before) had only grown even more defined, her abs now fully visible on her stomach.

Good lord, she thought, It's turning me into a succubus like Ahri...

Akali felt her hands move again and she felt a feeling of pleasure as they reached up and touched against her breasts, their size and shape now seeming pathetic on her body. In her disgust she attempted to move them off but felt a stab of pain into her head, recoiling as the message became clear.

It doesn't need me to obey anymore, Akali thought, It's just letting me decide if I want to keep my will or not by proving that I can be what it wants.

Akali could've said no then, she could've resisted with all her might and let the evil take over her mind. Her dignity would've remained preserved, the spirit fighting until it couldn't fight anymore. No one would blame her for what had happened. But now, after coming this far she had one goal in mind.

He wants me to be this, The former pinnacle of balance said, So I'll do it. But I won't just give it to him, I'll do it right just to show him how wrong he was.

Akali started rubbing her hands into her breasts as she imagined her concept of sex: The feeling of her dream man on her shoulders, the gentle caress of his hands on her body, the sharp jolt of ecstasy as he put himself inside of her. As she continued to imagine her thoughts grew darker and her ideas of good sex more extreme as she began to imagine more radical ways to feel more pleasure. She imagined her body in its perfection: Large, perfect breasts. A big, squishy ass. A large, welcoming vagina and womb with wide tubes so she could accept her lover's huge and engorged member. As she thought in more detail and distanced herself from her body purple light started to dance across her, seeping into her bosom and rear.

Puffy, red lips. She thought, her mind racing with sexual energy. Big and wide so I can take him in my mouth. A long, curly tongue so I can wrap all the way around him and squeeze. She reached down with one hand to finger her snatch as she added, And thicker, glossier hair. Black as my fuck loving heart. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Akali moaned in pleasure as her body raced to meet her desires. Her breasts swelled to meet her demands. B cup, C cup, D cup, all the way to an E cup. Her ass pushed out with fat as it swelled and started to jiggle as Akali began to bounce herself on the rhythm of her thrusts into herself. Her lips puffed out and reddened, her tongue elongated and her hair perfected itself. Her pectoral muscles expanded and her breasts grew in their perkiness, bouncing wildly as their master neared climax.

"Not," Akali said, gritting her teeth "Fucking yet. WE'RE NOT DONE!" The violet glow around Akali grew stronger as she shouted her defiance, demanding more. "FINISH ME!" She commanded, "GIVE ME THE DESIRES YOU WANT ME TO HAVE!"

The curse granted her wish. Akali felt immense pleasure as the idea of sex, rape, incest, ANYTHING became crucial to her. Everything about fucking, reproducing, spreading her changes became the most important thing in the world. Her ideas of right and wrong were thrown out the window as she came to the realization that none of it mattered, that it would all be handled when her job was done and everyone-no, every female in the world was like her.

Not the men, she thought, Not the same fuckers who cockblocked me from this. They get to suffer.

And with one final shout at the curse to finish her, Akali came. Hard. Her body jolted and shifted as her juices flowed out of her and onto the mirror in front of her. Her sexual drive increased in its stamina and duration as she continued to release, pounding the wall with her fist and creating a hole in the wall as she felt pure pleasure soar through her.

"Ss-s-soooooo" she stuttered, mouth salivating. "Fu-FUCKING GOOD. MORE!"

For over a minute she came onto the ground, her liquids pooling around her until finally she stopped, lowering her hands to her sides and looking at herself in the mirror.

"Hello sexy," she said, her voice softer and now with a charming touch, "My name is Akali. Nice to meet you."

And from there, the curse began its conquest.