Bad Gal Gal Gals (K/DA Akali + Evelynn TG/RC/MC)

As the warm afternoon breeze brushed against Eric’s arm currently resting on the edge of the empty window pane, he let out a sigh and checked the inbuilt clock dashboard for what surely must have been the hundredth time. Letting out an even heavier one than the last, he poked his head out and yelled; “Adam, what are you doing in there? The train will be here in 10 minutes!”

“I’m coming!” a voice cried out in faint acknowledgement, causing Eric to shake his head and recline back inside. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he wondered just how long his friend would take to get ready for the convention or gathering or whatever it was that he’d been so excited for over the past couple months.

A minute or so later and Eric heard the front door of his house finally slam shut, followed by a flicker of movement in the rear view mirror. It was then that Adam finally entered the car, slipping into the passenger seat next to Eric, causing him to flinch as the odd protrusions on its forearms slapped him in the face.. “Let’s go, let’s go! I finally found the thing I was looking for.”

Adjusting his glasses, Eric narrowed his eyes at Adam’s reflection. “Are you sure that’s everything you need?”

“It is dude, I promise.” Adam said before sticking his hands into his jacket pockets and rummaging around, nodding as he did so. Once he’d stopped, Eric turned the key a couple times before it finally coughed to life and he was able to pull out of his driveway.

After a couple minutes of quiet driving around town, the two of them finally arrived in the station’s parking lot. Glancing at his watch, Eric saw that there was still a little while to go until the train arrived and decided to strike up a conversation “So, uh… where is it you’re going again? Is it to with that game you play?”

“Yeah!” Adam said excitedly. “It’s called League of Legends, remember? I got this hoodie because it’s based on one of my favourite characters.” He pointed at the odd spiky things. “He has this sword that makes tornadoes, so it’s supposed to be the whirlwinds that come out of it.”

“Riiight…”

 “Anyways, last year they made this like, virtual kpop band called K/DA-”

Eric raised an eyebrow. “Like Gorillaz?”

“Yeah, sorta like them! And the song they made for them was so popular they decided to put all those karaoke booths everywhere - remember when I tried to get us to go to the one in our mall?”

“I sure do,” Eric muttered as memories of constantly being asked by his friend to go, even though the two of them were needing to spend every day studying for university. 

“Anyways, I did manage to buy some of the merch they were giving out back then, like Akali’s spray can and her cap,” Adam tilted the one that rested on his head. “And when I go to the concert, I’m gonna spray it everywhere in the crowd!”

Silently doubting that Adam would be allowed to bring in the spray can, let alone be able to actually use a single drop of it, Eric didn’t notice that his friend was taking the thin but long canister out of his pocket. But as Adam held it in front of himself in order to just stare at the K/DA logo stamped on it, the can suddenly slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor top first, causing a hollow crack to cut through the air. A fierce hissing noise immediately came out of it, along with a faint pink dust creeping out of the hole made by the impact.

“Oh crap!”

Hearing his friend’s exclamation, Eric turned his head around to look at Adam, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the mist. “What happen- what the hell did you do?”

“I dropped it!”

“Well quick, cover it with something!”

Immediately, Adam clasped his hands tight around the nozzle, sighing with relief as the hissing became muffled and the mist seemingly disappeared. “That was a close one…” he said, adding a nervous laugh. “For a second there I thought it was going to-”

However, Adam was holding the nozzle so tightly that the pressure actually caused it to break even further as the lid practically caved inwards - and now the sheer amount of paint coming out was seeping out between the cracks of his fingers, thicker and darker than it had been moments ago. Before the two could do anything, the inside of the car was absolutely engulfed in a thick pink cloud. Coughing and hacking wildly, Eric tried to find the button to open the windows whilst Adam blindly tried to find the can and plug it with his palm. 

Eric’s finger eventually hit the right button, and the window next to him slowly slid down. The pink fog immediately billowed out of the vehicle, emptying it in a matter of seconds. As their coughs died down and their vision cleared, Adam waved away at the faint dust swirling around him before grabbing the now empty can resting underneath his seat. “Found it…” he said in a quiet but joking manner… however, the nervous half smile on his face quickly disappeared as he noticed Eric, whose head was bowed slightly down towards his steering wheel. “Are… are you okay, Eric?”

“Get out.” Although it was gently muttered under his breath, it still hit Adam like a ton of bricks. “I-I uh… I’m so sorry, dude-”

“Just go, please.” He still didn’t look up. “I hope you enjoy the concert.”

Taking off his seatbelt, Adam opened the door and slunk out - but after he turned around and closed it, he gasped as he saw that not only was the inside of the car was completely coated in a layer of pink glittery dust, but so had the exterior: It seemed to cover every single inch of the usual stormy grey colour, and sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight. His stomach dropping, Adam was about to apologise once again, but hesitated and walked off towards the station, dumping the now empty can into a bin. 

Standing at the platform, he let out a shaky sigh of relief as he noticed that there was no-one else to stare at the young man who was covered from head to toe in pink spray paint, even though the blustery wind was pulling a couple flakes off. As Adam could tell Eric hadn’t driven off yet, he was thankful that the train was starting to pull in, as he wasn’t sure if he could deal being near his friend for any longer right now. As the multiple carriages crawled to a close in front of him, he was also relieved to see that each one was equally as vacant, and hopped inside the closest one. 

Walking over to one of the seats, Adam slumped into it and placed his feet on the one opposite in front of him.  

Knowing that he couldn’t just walk about in public covered head to toe in dye, Adam quickly swiped his hands across his jacket. Initially surprised that the fabric felt silkier and thicker than earlier, he didn’t pay too much attention as he saw some of the dust fall off and gently flutter through the air. Once he saw that some of the paint had dried and settled in to the jacket, he took off his cap and started to pick away at it, scratching off small flakes… and as he did this, he was unaware that the signboard above him was glitching out; the name of the next station the train was heading to switching to an all too familiar logo...

As he heard the train move out of the station, Eric was still sitting in his car, his head unmoved as he just stared blankly at the steering wheel. All he could see was was pink dust everywhere in his car, even on his own hands and arms, and no matter how hard or how many times he blinked, it was still there. Once the clattering echoes of the train had all but faded away, he pressed a button and the windscreen wipers started to swing back and forth, a slight rubbery sounding squeak coming out as they cleaned the window as best as they could. 

Letting out a long and weary sigh, Eric knew he’d get in trouble if he was spotted driving around with hardly any visibility, so he decided the best thing to do was to drive home and… and figure out some way of fixing his car. Turning the car keys, Eric’s stomach dropped as he heard the engine sputter and wheeze over and over again. His patience already worn out thanks to his friend only minutes before, Eric clamped his hand around they key and twisted it as hard as he could, yelling; “Start, you son of a bitch!”

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The car suddenly roared to life, the thundering sound making Eric’s heart skip a beat from how unexpectedly loud it was… but as he sat there and began to feel the vibration of the engine as it purred steadily now, Eric couldn’t help but notice a faint warmth flickering in his chest, almost as if he was enjoying the way his body trembled ever so slightly.. Pulling himself out of his little daze he’d fallen into, Eric drove the car out of the station, seemingly unaware that he was driving in the direction away from his home…

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After many minutes spent trying to pick out the purple spray, Adam had finally given up and placed it back on his head - although the front part had taken a majority of the dye during the accident, the more he stared at it, the more it seemed to sort of 'work'. Not only that, but as he'd been rubbing the fabric with his hand, he'd noticed that there was some sort of hidden emblem underneath on the sides - it was just a golden love heart, but there was something about it that looked really nice with the stripy design that should have been decorating all of the cap.

Anyways, now that he was done with the cap, Adam had placed it onto his head and was surprised at how much comfier it was there - it was as if his hair was thicker somehow, but he didn't really pay too much attention as he lounged in one of the countless empty seats, stretching his legs out across from him as he looked out through the window and watched the scenery blur past.

Trying to distract himself from the terrible incident with the spray (although it was sort of difficult considering he could still see the purple covering his body), he began to play K/DA's song in his head, humming along and trying to mentally sing and rap Ahri's and Akali's parts in particular as he had absolutely no idea how to speak Korean. He knew Eric would probably find it cringy, but Adam had considered learning Korean just so he could actually perform those parts of the song whenever he listened.

As he started to immerse himself in the tune playing into his mind, Adam's feet began to gently tap in the air... and with each one, his plain trainers changed as the laces undid themselves, thickening and tightening as the fabric on the bottom half became prickly and curved into velcro as the top was covered in sleek black leather. The soles thickened next, or at least became more prominent as the whiteness on the bottom started to grow upwards, melting into the actual fabric and changing it to the same leathery material as a golden strap wrapped itself around the tongue as it stretched up past his foot and rested just at the bottom of his shin.

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"God damnit..." Eric hissed as he pulled up at a red light, his mind only now realising that he'd accidentally gone the wrong way when he'd pulled out of the station to head home. As he waited for the traffic light to go green, his nails absentmindedly drummed against the steering wheel as he tried to think about the best route to head back around would be. But the more he thought about it, the more the idea of heading back home seemed so... boring. What would he even do back there besides watching tv and browse on his phone, waiting for Adam to text to say he needed picking up, as if he were his personal babysitter?

Flexing his fingers before clenching them tight on the wheel, Eric concentrated on the quiet thrumming his car made as it rested - although he didn't remember it making such a noise before, there was something about it that was relaxing like the purring of a cat... as he continued to focus on the noise, Eric found himself forgetting the incident with Adam earlier and decided that the best way to calm down was to just drive around for a bit before heading home...

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A couple minutes had passed, and Adam was already repeating the song in his mind once again, causing him not to notice that the train hadn't reached the next station yet, and neither had the announcer said that were almost approaching it. His shoes felt a little more snug as a brief numbness prickled around his feet, which were still gently tapping to the beat, unaware that they'd shrunk a little, becoming daintier as their nails were coated in a hot pink. His bare legs started to shed dry flakes of the spray paint, exposing his skin to the air once again... but that wasn't all, as each strand of leg hair dropped off with them, leaving his legs softer and sleeker... and perfect for dancing with. Their tone had changed too, looking more like a sandy beige than the usual whitish pink.

The prickling sensation had started to crawl up Adam's calves and thighs, and it was starting to become too much to ignore - it was as if they had been laying there for hours and were aching for him to get up and walk about. However, Adam tried to ignore the feeling by unfurling his crossed arms, sliding his hands down onto his thighs and thumping them against his skin. With each hit, Adam's hands slimmed down, his fingers elongating as the nails grew out and were coated in the same bright hot pink. This wasn't all that changed however, as with each soft strike, the flesh around Adam's thighs began to swell, easily filling the space in his shorts in a matter of seconds and giving them the tiniest bit of a jiggle with each slap that fell against them.

But in truth, it wasn't just that Adam's shorts had filled out with ample flesh that caused them to cling so tightly to his tights, but also because the shorts themselves had tighted from their plain beige denim fabric to a shiny sleek spandex; dark spots dotting and spreading all over it. Once it had finished, the right began to slither all the way down to his ankle, a golden line following it on the inside of his thigh whilst a tear suddenly split open on the outer side, just above it. Whether or not this was the result of wear and tear or a conscious choice, it was undeniable that it gave Adam the slightly punkish look he was going for-

Adam blinked, the song in his head cutting out. Looking down, he stared at the legging/short combo he had on and saw nothing wrong with it - after all, he loved K/DA so much he decided to go to this event cosplaying her. He knew some people may thought this was a bit weird - in fact he honestly thought Eric would, but when he'd initially told him about it a month or so ago, he was surprised at how well he took it... and was even more surprised when he then asked to see the other members, seeming to take a particular liking to Evelynn. Adam was going to ask if he'd at least want him to spray paint his car the same colour as hers, but predictably Eric had said no...

Sighing as he was reminded of the embarrassing accident earlier, Adam yanked the sock on his leg halfway up his shin in an attempt to emulate the style Akali had before closing his eyes to not only hear the beat in his mind, but also see the music video playing in front of him: From the silhouette of Everic sitting on top of her car, Kai'sa walking down the tunnel, Ahri sitting on top of the washing machine in the laundrette...and of course, Akali rapping on the subway train. Leaning his head back against the seat as he resumed listening to the music. He wasn't expecting to feel the almost cushiony sensation of his hair, and reminded himself to style it up at some point before getting to the festival...

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Although Eric had been enjoying the quiet ride around town, he began to feel that the casual jaunt down streets wasn't satisfying him enough - he almost needed to feel and hear the roar of his engine once again... This urge wasn't the only thing that was chipping away at his focus - as he'd been driving around, he'd noticed people stopping on the street to gawk at him, with some pointing or even taking photos... initially he couldn't help but feel somewhat embarrassed about this as he assumed people were wondering why his grey car was covered in such a bright pink paint.

But the most distracting part for Eric was the fact that he could see these people... without needing to use his glasses, which he'd pushed slightly further down his nose due to the fact that he actually saw better without them anyways thanks to the dye that was on them, but now he could easily read street names and road signs from distances he knew he couldn't before... but of course he wasn't going to question this! The happiness from this unexpected change caused a confidence to build within him that made his already normal posture straighten just that little bit more as a dull, barely perceptible pop going through the air as it shifted so his chest and rear were emphasized - although this was hardly noticeable, with the only sign that it happened being Eric wiggling in his seat slightly.

Whilst a part of him was starting to enjoy the attention, Eric wished that he had some more alone time... and as that need to feel the car's engine trembling throughout him kept nagging at the back of his mind, he decided the past way to satiate this need was to head to the closest motorway and truly relax... Flicking a stray strand of purple dyed hair that was bobbing at the edge of his vision, Eric reminded himself that he needed to get a haircut as he drove off once again.

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Even though his eyes were closed, Adam could still feel that extra layer of pitch black swirl over his vision; he immediately snapped them open and gasped as he found himself utterly shrouded in darkness... but that wasn't the only thing that shocked him, as his eyes instantly picked up on the two pink shapes floating a couple feet in front of him. Moving to try and reach out for them, the shapes moved down onto the floor directly ontop of... it was then that he realised they were his shoes, and he immediately held a hand up to slap onto his forehead, but Adam paused as he saw that his hands were completely caked in a glowing light blue substance, no doubt due to the fact that they'd taken a majority of the paint when the canister had erupted.

"씨발..." Adam cursed under his breath, unaware that he'd not only just spoken in Korean, but that the pitch of his voice sounded softer and higher than before. What Adam did become aware of was that the rest of his skin had been coated in a light layer of paint, judging from the purple hue that was emanating from him. Grabbing one of the sleeves of his jacket, Adam saw that the paint had gone all the way up his arm, the purplish sheen making his skin look smoother than usual. It was then that a flash of blue flickered at the edge of Adam's vision, so he looked up at the window to see his reflection - and what he saw made his eyes widen as a soft gasp slipped out of him: Not only was his face also covered in the same purplish hue as the rest of him, but his hair was now illuminated in a vibrant dark pink, from the roots of his scalp to the ends resting just below his shoulders.

Taking a strand and twirling it around a finger, Adam's focus moved onto his face, as his eyes were now decorated with the same pink, bringing attention to his sunshiney yellow eyes - this last part made Adam worry as he wondered if the spray paint was going to affect his eyesight, but as he bent forwards to have a closer look he began to calm down and think nothing of it - after all, he always loved how it made his eyes similar to Everic's. His view were then pulled down a little bit, as he saw that his lips had also been coated in paint... but instead of finding it weird or trying to wipe it off, Adam instead rose a finger up and gently prodded it against them, surprised at how full and soft they felt... it was almost a shame that they would be covered up most of the time.

Adam's eyes then trailed from his lips and past his hands before finally stopping on the sleeve of his jacket, and he stood up straight in order to inspect it properly. He already thought it looked cool just on its own, but thanks to the neon spray paint it managed to look even more stylish! The way the teal waves washed up the sleeves and formed into dragons was amazing, even if it did go over the yasuo themed spikes. That wasn't all though, because as Adam adjusted his jacket, he noticed that the wavy spikes were now present on the chest in paint form, and just added to the overall style.

However, Adam's view then shifted onto his shirt - or rather what lay underneath it, as he noticed a pink aura radiating through the plain white fabric. Raising it up with one hand, Adam was surprised to see that his torso had also had some spraypaint applied onto them as the skin there had a faint purple hue just like his arms and face... but most strikingly, it seemed to have gained some sort of marking on it: One line that trailed over his stomach along with two shorter lines on each side of his abdomen.

Using his other hand to try and wipe it off, Adam couldn't help but gasp as he felt the firm, toned muscle resting against his touch. As his rough rubs switched to curious, gentle strokes, he felt the grooves and indents of a six pack there... but why wouldn't they be there when he'd spent so many years dancing and exercising to keep himself fit enough? Especially when it was Kai'sa or Evelynn managing the choreography - even now his hips ached simply from the memories of those first few months practicing for the song...

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Sitting and waiting for another pair of traffic lights to go green, Eric once again drummed his nails against the steering wheel, although this time he couldn't help but notice that it sounded oddly metallic - looking at his hands, he studied the shiny golden polish that decorated his nails and couldn't really think of a reason as to why they would make that sound. As he stared at them though, he involuntarily wiggled his fingers in a fluid, wave-like motion and allowed a slight smirk to curl the corners of his lips - he always enjoyed the way they sparkled in the late afternoon sun.

However, that wasn't all that Eric was indulging in - as his car was settled, the vibrations of the engine were once again pulsating through the vehicle... and seemed to be strongest in the driver seat, as Eric's thighs and calves were effectively being massaged by the shaking sensation, but what really surprised Eric was that it was no longer relaxing him... if anything, it was exciting him, as his legs were started to slowly but surely bring themselves closer together and gently rub against each other, something that felt surprisingly sensual despite the fact that he was wearing a pair of trousers. Relaxing against the leather seat, Eric let a sigh slip out of him, oblivious to the fact that his hair felt a lot more cushiony as his head laid against the head-rest. Flexing and clenching his fingers, Eric gasped as he heard his knuckles pop and release multiple hot, pleasurable sparks that flowed through his body - as his fingers remained outstretched, they started to slim out into dainty digits that only increased the oddly feminine look they'd been given thanks to the golden nail polish.

"Hey!"

Eric was pulled out of his daydream by someone shouting at him from the right. Turning to look, he saw a group of young men in a blue convertible, two of them still rocking their heads back and forth to the almost obnoxiously loud music that was blasting out of their radio. However, one of them was staring directly at Eric with an impressed but cocky look on his face. Usually Eric's reaction would be to just roll his eyes and not bother to engage in a conversation with such annoying looking people, but instead he lowered his window seat, adjusted his glasses even further down and said "What?" in a curious but clearly sneering tone.

"Nice ride, man!"

Eric couldn't help but laugh and look away - whoever this guy was, he had absolutely terrible taste in cars, because Eric's car was actually bought from a second hand car shop by his parents a couple years back. Perhaps it was due to the purple dye that covered it or the way the engine sounded, but for some reason this guy thought Eric had some sort of expensive car. He was planning to just ignore this punk and wait for the traffic lights to go green, but then he heard him rev his car... there was something just so pitiable about the tiny grumble that Eric couldn't help but turn back to look at him.

"What do you want?"

"Race me!" the young man shouted over the sound of his engine. "Down the motorway!"

Again, usually Eric wouldn't even think to do  such a thing as it was incredibly dangerous and obviously illegal... but for some reason, there was something about the proposition that just seemed to pique his interest - in fact, the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like the best way to let loose and have some real fun! In order to answer the youth's challenge, Eric revved his engine, savouring the astonished and almost anxious look that appeared on his face.

"Lead the way," he said in a teasing manner, the din of the engines masking the higher, softer and sultry timbre his voice had taken... but of course, no sound could possibly prevent what Eric did next - he winked at the group of men before looking away and sliding the dark tinted window up. However, the second it clinked back up, Eric's heart skipped a beat whilst his stomach plummeted - what the hell did he just do?! Never in his life had he even entertained the thought of flirting with another guy like that, even in the joking way he was sure he'd intended that to come across as... of course, that wasn't to say there wasn't anything wrong with people doing that, but-

"C'mon!"

Eric's crystal clear vision focused on the youth's car as it drove away into the distance, the driver's two friends beckoning him with their arms. As he sat there, Eric gulped nervously as a part of him still wondered if this was still a good idea... but he answered his own doubts as his hand keyed the ignition and the car released another prideful, powerful roar - Eric bit down on his bottom lip in order to stifle the moan that almost slipped out of his mouth as an equally mind-numbing quake coursed through his entire body. Letting out a deep and heavy breath, Eric opened his eyes to reveal his now gold coloured eyes that glittered with an excitement and an arrogance that would soon become so very justified and placed his hand on the sleek, microphone themed lever before shoving it into drive whilst he slammed a leathery high heeled boot onto the accelerator - it was time to have some real fun.

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For perhaps the first time in his life, Eric truly felt alive: The way the cool afternoon wind blasted through his open window to caress his face and send his long magenta coloured hair fluttering like a flag was amazing; every so often he would try to paw it down with one of his dainty, gold clawed hands even though it often resulted in him just stroking it or twirling a long strand in his fingers. Usually he wouldn't even think of driving with one hand, but considering that the motorway was completely empty meant he felt free to whatever he wanted.

But the breeze wasn't the only tantalizing thing he was experiencing - now that he was rocketing down the long stretch of road, his car was literally in overdrive; meaning that the engine was constantly buzzing and sending thousands of hot pleasurable sparks into his thick thighs and creamy calves that flowed throughout his body... and one part in particular was certainly showing its appreciation as it rested between the two cushiony legs... legs that were crossed together as his left kept rubbing somewhat up and down his right - the flawlessly silky feeling was almost overwhelming, and Eric delicately chewed his bottom lip in order to distract himself from forgetting about the race, pulling over and... indulging.

The distraction was definitely working however, mainly due to how surprised Eric was at how fleshy his lip felt along with the light taste of cherry that was starting to coat his tongue, but he eventually realised it was due to the pink glossy lipstick he was wearing. He didn't think much of it however - or rather he couldn't think much of it, because he also had to be paying attention on winning this race... which currently, he wasn't. Placing his right hand back onto the steering wheel, he growled as he shot the convertible a deathly glare; his nails almost piercing into the framework as he seethed: Despite enjoying what pleasure that was being given to him thanks to the speed he was going at, the fact that he was losing to a bunch of kids was starting infuriate him.

He knew people like Ahri wouldn't really understand - in fact right now he could almost hear her airy, girlish voice telling him how he was getting worked up over nothing, but Evic believed that a superstars like them were worthy of being above such dull and pointless people such as these... and as such, it wasn't wrong to remind both themselves and those who didn't appreciate their work in whatever way they desired. It was then that he remembered something he once told Ad- Akali: Stop trying to be the best, and just be it.

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Adali flinched as a flash of whiteblinded his vision - the train had left the tunnel and light had filled the carriage once more. Feeling a little embarrassed that he had basically spent the past couple of minutes ogling his reflection, he moved his hands off of his tube top and abs in order to adjust the tight white belt that was now hugging around his leggings. As he did this, he pouted as he saw that he'd somehow forgotten to pull the tight on his left leg all the way up, so he tugged it all the way up past his knee, shivering as the velvety fabric brushed against his soft skin. A blush formed on Adali's face as he felt pleasurable tingles shoot up his spine - first gawking at himself in the mirror, now getting turned by his clothing? Who was he, Ahri?

It was then that Adali began to notice an underlying sensation that had been building within his legs ever since he'd stopped tapping to the music - ever since he'd stopped imagining the music. It was an ache of sorts, as if he'd been laying in bed all day. He felt like he needed to run a mile, to jump endlessly on the spot... he needed to dance. For the briefest of moments, a pang of anxiety appeared in Adali's stomach and made him hesitate - it was then that an old proverb she'd heard many years ago, before he'd joined K/DA... before he'd left the dojo to follow his dreams: Hesitation is the seed of defeat.

Closing his eyes, Adali took a long and deep breath as he took off his cap. Diving his other hand into a pocket, he pulled out a blue hair ribbon and started to style his long, rear length hair into a wild, bushy ponytail. Placing the cap back on his head and tilting it forward, two long thin strands dangled down to his flat chest, covered by a simple tight, white tank top that seemed to droop ever so slightly. As he continued to take those meditative breaths, Adali slowly turned around as he felt a calmness wash over him, one that seemed to instill a confidence that was different to Ahri's vanity, Kai'sa's passion or Evelynn's sensuality.

You know who it is...

The emotion that was filling Adali now was the one that had filled him when she'd decided to leave the dojo, when he'd engaged in the rap battle that made her internet famous...

Coming 'round again...

And it was the same emotion that filled him when she and her bandmates stood on that stage for the first time, the wild cheers and roars of the crowd rumbling through her feet much like how the floor of the carriage trembled now as the train took her to the concert she and the others would be performing at to celebrate a year since they'd exploded onto the music scene...

You want a dose of this right now?

That emotion was courage. Opening his eyes, Akali span around on the spot and forced his posture to stay straight upright, grunting softly as it snapped and sent a jolt through him, his chest and rear pushed out ever so slightly. Pushing his shoulders back to emphasise this, he gasped again as the bones there popped - his body was acting like he hadn't danced ever in his life, let alone yesterday evening. But that didn't matter now - now it was time to practice,

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As his pink sports car continued to blaze down the seemingly endless motorway, Everic's memory of the incident with Akali's spray paint was as distant as the group of young men were in her rear view mirror, the skull shaped decoration wrapped around its neck dangling haphazardly due to the breeze flowing through the open window. Looking up at the reflection, Everic couldn't help but let out out a sultry chuckle as he adjusted her pink circular sunglasses back up to her golden, mascara covered eyes and loved the way he could now feel the wind grazing his naked, narrow shoulders or his tight, toned and exposed midriff, or how his t-shirt was no longer covered in dye - in fact it wasn't even a t-shirt anymore, as a tight leathery tube top now clung tightly to his chest and neck, its velvety and cool material feeling oddly sensual against his skin. The back was adorned with tufts of fluffy blackish pink feathers that framed his shoulders and emphasised his slender, feminine figure along with the similarly coloured fishnets sleeves that ended with a pair of gold bracelets around his wrists.

By now, he was willingly letting his legs brush against one another, partly because he reveling in the added jolts it sent through him... and partly because he knew just how dangerous it was to be unable to brake quickly enough, even if there still wasn't any sign of anyone else on the motorway. Speaking of which, the reason why Everic had decided to look in the mirror before coming enraptured in his appearance was to see just how far away the young men were... after all, whilst he had been eating their dust for the first couple of minutes, all of a sudden his car seemed to gain a massive boost of speed -

A husky moan crept out of Evelyc's pillowy lips and quickly became a sultry, mischievous laugh as a warmth shuddered up his spine from the memory of the amazing orgasm that followed it... the way he'd let out such a shrieking, high pitched scream of passion that quickly devolved into a sexual growl... Mmmmmm, and the way his hips rocked back and forth to grind his butt against the leather seat in time to the waves and waves of ecstasy surging over his body that came out of him in order to remove the most important part of his masculinity, even if it left quite the stain on her inner thighs~

Of course, no-one would notice it thanks to the black leather skirt that hugged at her wide womanly hips and highlighted her curvy hourglass waist whilst being short enough to fully accentuate just how long and slender her legs were... But of course, Evelyc had always relished the way that it showed off her big, round ass~ Although she had to admit that Kai'sa was more well equipped in that department, especially with those wonderfully tight leggings she wore all the time, Evelyc couldn't help but appreciate her own rear looked in the skirt, as well as how it basically felt even more pillowy than the leather seat she was sitting on.

But what Evelyc had truly enjoyed the most out of that thrilling little chase was the reactions of the young men as she suddenly shot past them, loving how she could literally see the confidence of being miles ahead only moments ago along with the hope of regaining any lead shattering, particularly in the one who'd challenged her in the first place... it made her think back to when she used to be a solo artist; when she'd fired a dancer for being unable to perform the choreography after forcing her to do so over and over - the dancer had eventually decided to quit, but not before calling her a "demonic bitch" who enjoyed making people suffer. Whilst it had obviously been intended as an insult, a part of Evelynn had always felt that it fit her somehow, even if she'd supposedly softened by joining K/DA.

As her heart's wild pounding was finally slowing down, Evelynn began to notice the warmth that enveloped her chest was fading away with it - instinctively adjusting her seatbelt, she found herself being shocked out of this automatic movement by the hot jolt that fired out of her nipple and went trickling down to her crotch. Looking down at her chest, she gasped as she saw a pair of big, round breasts that filled out the tube top, its minimal design making it so the sides were just barely covered up... just how she liked it, of course~ But for some reason, her eyes couldn't seem to move their focus away from her bosom - of course she didn't really mind because she knew there wasn't anyone else in front or behind her, but eventually she managed to conjure up enough willpower to look away. After all, she knew there'd be plenty of people looking at them to make up for it~

However, she was eventually (and regrettably) able to pull her attention away from the girls. As buildings started to line the sides of the road once again, Evelynn instead geared her car into going even further and faster than it already was - after all, there was a certain bandmate waiting to be picked up at the station.

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Every single inch of Akali's body burned with energy now, his lightly tanned skin glistening in the sunlight thanks to the slight layer of sweat that covered him thanks to not only the constant moves and poses he was throwing and shifting into, his ponytail swinging through the air. Even through the short purple padded jacket he was wearing, the way his body curved and swayed made its feminine physique undeniable. The warmth seemed to be its strongest around his chest, but he simply put it down to his lungs due to all the deep breaths he took. But with each breath, Akali couldn't help but notice a sort of heaviness pressing against his chest - taking a quick look down, he assumed it was just the way his breasts rested against his tube top. Although he knew he was the least curvy of the group, he was honestly kind of glad he wasn't any bustier as it meant it didn't feel awkward as he danced on stage.

As he danced through the chorus in his mind, Akali knew he was moments away from reaching his part of the song. Holding an imaginary mic, he held it up to his lips and shouted "Are you ready for this? Let's go!" before suddenly belting out in a string of korean words, the language flowing effortlessly out of his lips in an almost automatic fashion. A distant corner of Akali's mind nagged at him; not so much because he was speaking these words, because he'd listened to it so many times before... it almost felt as if he knew Korean more comfortably than he knew his own native tongue... but what was he thinking? Of course he knew 한국어 more than 영어- it was only fairly recently that he'd started to learn it thanks to

카 이- Kai'sa. So of course as he expertly and fluently rapped the lyrics he'd made for the song, he grinned as he truly understood them:

See, my form is always magic

I’ll take you down in one shot

My spirit never dies, uh!

Pow-pow, what do you even know

You can’t resist it, even if you want it

I can tell from your face that you want it

I'm trouble and you're wanting it

I'm so cold 

When I move that way, you gon' be so blown

I'm the realest in the game, uhhhh~!

The end of that last sentence ended in an unexpected moan of passion as her body was suddenly overwhelmed with a blazing heat that had been slowly building within her hips, and now that it had reached boiling point had nowhere else to go but up the twitched, rigid length that had grown out and been pressing against the fabric of his tight leggings. Stumbling forward, Akali managed to grab onto a pole just before he slammed into the floor, but thanks to the intensity of what would be final male orgasm rippled through his body, his legs were wobbling as if they were made of jelly.

Thankful that there wasn't anyone else in this carriage with him, a series of shaky moans and coos came out of Akali's mouth as warm waves washed over him with each spurt... and with each spurt, Akali's length started to pull inwards, his empty testicles slipping inside and moving themselves deep into his hips. His length followed them once it had finished releasing every single useless drop out of his body, sending one final spark coursing through him as it buried itself inside, finishing her transformation into womanhood.

Akali stood there limply for a minute or two as both her mind and body gradually calmed down from her orgasmic bliss. Standing back up straight, she adjusted her cap and sighed as the blush on her face faded away. As the blush started to fade away from her cheeks, she cleared her throat and waited for the train to come to a stop; its speed conveniently slowly down since she'd finished... enjoying her choreography. Shaking her head, Akali was glad none of the others were here to see that - the teasing would never end!

Once the train had finally come to a stop, Akali hopped off and walked out of the station. Standing there for a couple moments, she crossed her arms and started to tap her foot against the pavement. Usually Evelynn was on time - but it was then that Akali's ears started to pick up some muffled music and a distant rumbling rapidly drawing closer and closer - a sleek purple sports car suddenly screeched around the corner and raced down the road before drifting into an abrupt stop. Sauntering over, Akali watched as the tinted window slowly lowered to reveal none other than Evelynn - she was also hit with the thumping bass of some eurobeat tune blasting out of the radio.

"So I guess you liked my paintjob?" Akali said in her native tongue, nodding at the car sparkling fresh coat of paint. Evelynn turned her head to look at Akali through her pink sunglasses - Akali was sure there was the tiniest curve of a satisfied smirk on her lips - raising a hand up, she used one of her long golden claws to pull them down and reveal her golden eyes.

"Just hop in already," she said, poking a button to let the passenger door swing upwards. "We have a concert to go to, and I'm not your babysitter." Once Akali and slipped inside, the door immediately dropped like a guillotine - Evelynn floored the gas and the car let out another thunderous roar. As Akali shook her head, she put on the seatbelt just in time for Evelynn to floor the gas and send the car flying down the street and towards their new future together.

 [Source for artwork here]