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Here is the next chapter i know folks have been waiting for, Jinx finally gets her comeuppance in this league of legends fanfic.

Jinx gets Jinxed

Eyes, glowing red eyes flickered out of the face of a bearded man who wore a helm. He was smiling maniacally as power radiated from him, his large muscles bulging with his blood lusting for battle. In his hand he carried a large sword, so large it required two hands. His chest was bare but protecting his legs was a series of metal leggings and metal plates around his waist. He stood before a slender woman with blue hair and long pigtails. She was laughing maniacally as she fired her mini-gun at him but stopped when she noticed that the bullets seemed to do him no harm. “Hey what’s the deal?” she asked, more annoyed than afraid, “You should be dead!”

“Foolish Jinx.” Tryndamere, the barbarian King said as he threw his head back to laugh. “The rage that courses through my veins grants me immortality. You cannot harm me.” He raised his sword above his head and say, “This is for humiliating my Queen Ashe!”

WHOOSH! Jinx’s hands grabbed the sides of his bottoms and pulled them down, revealing a pink pair of boybriefs with kittens printed on them. “Your pants aren’t immortal!”

Tryndamere’s jaw dropped as he saw his underwear exposed and worst, everyone in the arena could see as well. He let out a high pitched scream as he dropped his sword to cover his underwear. “Hey!” he said as his face turned as red as his eyes.

“Kittens?!” Jinx giggled as she pointed. “ That’s the underwear you chose?”

“It’s my lucky pair!” he said as he tried to bend down and pull them up. Distracted with trying to preserve his dignity, Tryndamere didn’t see a tall woman walk behind him, she had long black hair and wore a leather top and skirt, carrying a large metal disk in her hand. It was Jinx’s teammate Sivir. She looked down at Tryndamere’s ass sticking out, admiring how his briefs squeezed them ever so tight. She raised her hand and brought it down hard on the barbarian’s rump, causing him to stumble forward on his stomach.

“Dat ass.” Sivir joked. “Sexy underwear. And your legs are nice and smooth too. What’s your secret?”

Tryndamere whimpered as the mocking comments from both women continued. He scrambled to his feet, kicking his legs out of his bottoms and tripped again as he stumbled past Jinx. “Leave me alone! Stop making fun of me!” he cried as he got to his feet and used both hands to cover the front and back of his underwear. His ultimate power was meant to give him invincibility, but without his pants that did little to help him. With a tear running from his eye, Tryndamere’s legs ran as fast as he could back to his base, the echoes of Jinx’s team laughing cutting through him like a knife.

The image flickered out and the people in the dark hall of the League headquarters shook their heads. Six figures with hoods over their heads sat at a long table. They were the tribunal council who were entrusted with dealing with troublesome Champions in the League of Legends and they had grim looks on their faces. “That is the tenth champion we’ve lost to that woman.” One of them said. “You see why we are coming to you for your services.”


On the other side of the table was an elderly looking man with a long white beard. His hair was also white and stuck up in a wild manner. He wore black robes and on his back was a large clock. This was Zilean, the chronokeeper. He was a champion in the League known for his control over time. He could reverse time and the effects of what happened, often using his powers to save the lives of fallen allies. But that was not why he was called to this meeting. The reason he was called to the Tribunal made Zilean shake his head. “I’m sorry.” He said, “I cannot reverse so many events in such a large amount of time without grave consequences.”

“Please.” One of the council members said, “Champions keep dropping out. There is talk of shutting down the League due to such small numbers all because of this Jinx embarrassing champions. Do you realize that this could lead to the Rune Wars starting all over again?”

“There is nothing I can do. Too many champions have been humiliated and too much time has gone by.” Zilean explained, “To reverse so many events could do serious damage so I cannot in good conscience carry out this request. You’ll have to find someone else.” And with that he turned his back and walked away, leaving the council members alone to talk with themselves.

“What do we do now”? one of them asked.

“Call the Yordles.” The other said.

****
Yordles were a race of creatures native to Bandle City. Much shorter than humans, most of these creatures were only a meter tall with the male Yordles having fur while the females did not. Instead, the females had blue skin but were no more different from their furry counterparts. Despite having an adorable appearance, not all Yordles were innocent looking creatures that had voices similar to children. Bandle City had an extensive Military operation with specialties in weapons, intelligence and even an air squadron.

Currently walking up the steps to the tribunal council was a Yordle from the weapons brigade. She wore a black suit with gold armor. Goggles sat on top of her pink dyed hair. In her arms was a cannon, so large it was longer than her whole body. This was Tristana. She was a Megling Commando from Bandle city who had made a name for herself in the League. She could take towers down in seconds with her cannon. Other champions knew better than to get too close to her because they knew she could blast herself in the air and land close enough for an attack. Given her solid reputation, she didn’t know why she was being called to the Tribunal, had she done something wrong?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps and turned around. Behind her was a small furry Yordle wearing a green hat with goggles on top. He wore brown trousers, hiking boots and on his back was a small backpack. His body was covered in white fur save for the spots around his ears and eyes which was brown. This was Teemo, a Yordle known for his scouting capabilities. No matter where you were in the jungle of Summoner’s Rift, Teemo could find you and kill you with his poison darts. This was why Tristana enjoyed him on her team and smiled when she recognized him. “So they called you too huh?” she asked in her high pitched voice.

“Yup.” Teemo said. “Any idea what for?”

“Nope.” Tristana said, “I was just told to come quickly and not to tell anyone else. Must be pretty serious. You think we’re in trouble?” she asked.

“Of course not.” A voice was heard above them.

Tristana aimed her cannon up and Teemo readied his blowgun as they looked up to the source of the noise. Standing on top of a stone statue leading to the Tribunal was a small figure with pointed ears. Judging from the fur on the skin between his eyes, it was clear he was a Yordle but the rest of him was covered under a purple ninja suit. “Kennen?” Teemo said as he lowered his blowgun. “They called you too?”

“Of course.” The Ninja said as he hopped to the ground to join the others. “It makes sense to call us when you want someone taken out.” Kennen was a Yordle born in Bandle City but he didn’t stay there long. He found his calling with an ancient order of ninjas in Ionia dedicated to preserving harmony between Chaos, Order, Light and Darkness. It was clear to him who had upset the balance within the League.

“Taken out? Who are we supposed to go after?” Tristana asked, wondering why if it was an assassin job why she was called. Silence was not her forte, not with the way she fought.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kennan asked, “Which champion has been giving the council the biggest headache with their antics?”

“Jinx?” Teemo said. She was the only one he could think of. The news covered her story, how the Council criticized her methods for winning battles and how champions left and right refused to fight against her for fear of being exposed in their birthday suits. Still, it seemed a bit extreme to kill her.

“Indeed.” Kennan said, “I suspect they’ll want us to assassinate her before she puts the League out of business.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” Tristana said with a smile. She knew Jinx was a gun nut like her and had been interested in fighting the Loose Cannon. Tristana would have preferred to fight in Summoner’s Rift but this would be fine. “Well let’s not keep the council waiting.”

The three of them walked inside and stood before the hooded figures. One of them stepped forward and said, “Thank you for meeting us so urgently. We have called upon you three to carry on a most important task.”

“Is it regarding Jinx?” Tristana asked, her excitement making her smile with glee.

The hooded figure nodded. “It does. But not with what you think. We want you to do to her what she has done to so many others.”

The three Yordles looked at each other with uncertainty, they knew what the council member was referring to. Stripping, exposure, forced nudity. Every match Jinx ever fought in involved stripping her opponents of their clothes, leaving them helpless to defend themselves. Fans were thrilled to attend a Jinx match because it meant one of their favorite champions might be seen in nude. All over Piltover, videos were being shared of Jinx’s matches. Mighty champions retreated from the public eye once they were seen naked in the arena, too ashamed to lose in such an embarrassing manner to ever show their faces again. There was just one problem with this plan. “Jinx isn’t afraid of showing her skin.” Tristana said, “Have you seen her? She wears barely any clothes herself.”

“We understand that.” The council member said, “This is why we will give you three some gifts to help with this task. We need you to shame Jinx in hopes of putting a stop to her…methods of winning.” As he continued speaking, one of them carrying a box. “The Field of Justice is an arena for skilled warriors and mages. Jinx has turned this into a joke, a cheap peep show for perverts to flock to.”

Tristana could agree. Matches that didn’t have Jinx had lower attendance. Tristana used to enjoy hearing her name get chanted as she walked to the portal but lately those chants were dying down because she didn’t strip her opponents. She liked to blast them away. Cheap humiliation wasn’t her style, but if embarrassing Jinx meant getting her glory back, Tristana was willing to do it. She approached the council member with the box and rose on her tip toes to open it.

Teemo and Kennan also walked forward to take a look. As soon as it opened, the three of them “Oooed” at what was inside. “What is it?” Teemo asked.

“Just a device we obtained from a scientist from Piltover.” The head council member said, “We feel it would be most useful in…wrecking Jinx’s reputation for being a ruthless killer. That is of course, if you three accept.”

Tristana, Teemo and Kennan stared at the gift and then looked at each other. Yordles were known for being social creatures, light hearted and innocent. The prospect of doing something with each other was already pleasing to the minds of the three champions. However it was the promise of carrying out one of the biggest pranks in League history ever that made Tristana say, “We accept.”

The box snapped shut and was handed to Tristana. “Excellent.” The council member said. “The next match will be held in Piltover. We have invited retired champions to the event in hopes that you’ll have visual evidence to show them that Jinx has been taken down.” From his sleeve, he held out a piece of paper. “This is the address to Jinx’s hotel room where she will be staying. Be careful, her lover, Miss Fortune will also be with her.”

Tristana took the slip of paper and tucked it in her pocket. Miss Fortune and Jinx would be a deadly combination. Between the two of them, they were both deadly with their guns. It was a good thing she had Teemo and Kennan with her because she did not have the knowledge for being stealthy. Tristana took the box and said, “We’ll see you all there.” Turning to her partners she said, “C’mon guys. We have some planning to do.”
***
Jinx’s hotel was right across the street from where the arena was. The three Yordles agreed that the best way to get the best of Jinx was to get her into Summoner’s Rift where Teemo could best hide. Teemo could scout through the jungle like the back of his hand and plant traps all over the place to weaken his opponents. They even got the Council to agree to leave the portal active before opening hours so they could use it. The tricky part to this plan was managing to survive long enough to lure Jinx inside without getting shot up.

Tristana waited outside of the hotel for the others. She wasn’t too worried about being seen in her fighting gear since people assumed she was competing in tomorrow’s match. From around the corner she saw Teemo cross the street. In his tiny hands was a camera almost as big as his head. Tristana smiled and waited for him to get closer before saying, “Is that the smallest camera you could find?”

“Smallest camera with the best quality pictures.” Teemo said with a smirk. “Do you know how much naked pictures of champions go for? I’m going to get so much gold for these!”

Tristana shook her head and then said, “Where is Kennan? He’s late.”

“Actually.” A gruff whisper could be heard. “I’ve been waiting in the shadows for five minutes.”

Tristana turned to the dark alley between the Arena and the hotel and saw Kennen emerge from the shadows. “I’ve already peeked through the windows. Jinx and Miss Fortune were in the lobby checking in.”

“Perfect.” Tristana said, “Kennan, you follow them to their room while Teemo and I distract the clerk by checking in.”

“Wait.” Teemo said, “what if she spots me? They’ll both use me for target practice.”

Tristana cocked her cannon. “No they won’t, cuz I’ll blast both of them away. Now let’s go before we lost them.”

Kennan pushed the door open and the three of them peeked inside. From the doorway, they could see Jinx and Miss Fortune at the desk. Miss fortune was wearing her signature pirate hat and black top that only covered her upper torso. Her fair skinned midriff was on display sitting above her curvy hips that barely seemed to stay confined into her tight leather pants. Jinx was showing even more skin, wearing nothing but her purple short shorts and tiny bikini top. On one leg she wore a long purple fishnet stocking and the other leg was bare. The two of them paid the clerk their gold and then walked to the elevators, both of them carrying their weapons. Miss fortune had her pistols tucked in her gunbelt while Jinx had her minigun in both hands with her rocket launcher, Fishbones, strapped to her back.

Tristana and Teemo both entered the hotel as soon as Miss Fortune and Jinx disappeared around a corner. Kennan waited until the clerk focused all of his attention on his two partners before dashing inside and hiding behind the furniture for cover. “Hello.” The clerk said as he leaned over the desk. “It’s nice to see more champions visiting Piltover. I take it you’ll both want to share a room?”

Uh oh. Kennen thought. That was fighting words for Tristana. Since joining the League, people assumed Teemo and Tristana were lovers since they enjoyed fighting on the same team. Teemo and Tristana insisted they were just friends and were getting tired of being “shipped” together just because they were from the same place.

“Excuse me?” Tristana said, “Are you insinuating we’re sleeping together?”

The clerks’ face turned red. “Um no of course not ma’am. I was just.”

Tristna had her cannon aimed, “You just assume that because we’re Yordles that we automatically date? You don’t believe in cross species relationships?”

Now’s my cue. Kennen thought as he ran past the desk and towards the elevators, hearing the clerk say, “Please I’m sorry, Yordles can date who they want!” in the distance. He could see Jinx and Miss Fortune standing in the elevator and saw the doors closing.

“Hold the elevator please!” he called out.

Jinx and Miss Fortune turned their heads, not bothering to help Kennen by holding the door. Instead he leapt forward, barely getting crushed. He landed on his stomach and looked up to see Jinx’s manic grin staring down at him. “Wow you’re fast!” she said. “Wonder how long it would take to catch you.”

“Excuse me?” he asked as he rose to his feet.

“I’ve always wanted a pet Yordle. But I’m not too wild about your costume. That will have to go.”

“Pet?!” Kennen said, “We are not PETS who can be owned!”

Jinx smirked and raised her minigun slightly, not directly at Kennen but aimed high enough to make him regret losing his composure. “That can change.” She said as she lowered her tone.

DING! The elevator bell rung. “Come on Jinx.” Miss Fortune said, looking down at Kennen with a bored smile and then pulling Jinx by the arm. “If we’re lucky he’ll be our opponent tomorrow and then you can catch him.”

“YYEAHH!!” Jinx said as she skipped along with Miss Fortune. “And I can shave him too!”

Kennen was so offended by being referred to as a pet that he almost let the doors close on him. At the last moment, he hopped out just in the nick of time and hid behind a trashcan. He watched as Jinx and Miss Fortune walked to their hotel room at the far end of the hall, Miss Fortune’s hips pivoting left and right with her sexy strut. Once they disappeared into the room, Kennan dashed down the halls, ducking behind each doorway and making sure the coast was clear. Once he made it to their door he hugged the wall and checked his watch to see when Tristana and Teemo would get there. He knew they would scan each floor once they checked in and didn’t expect them to take too long since he was on the third floor. The entire time he waited he could hear Jinx and Miss fortune on the other side. Whatever they were saying to each other was inaudible but he could always hear one of them giggling hysterically. What was it that they found so funny?

It was about a half hour before Kennan finally saw Tristana and Teemo walking down the halls, jumping up and waving their hands in the air once they saw him. The two of them ran towards Kennen, careful not to walk too loudly and draw their attention. Once they arrived Tristana asked, “Are they still in there?”

Kennen nodded. “You wouldn’t believe what Jinx said about me.”

“What?” Tristana asked.

“She wanted to keep me as a pet and then talked about shaving me!” he said.

If anyone hated being made fun of for being a Yordle and being called a pet, it was Tristana. Ever since joining the League she was mocked by the taller champions, being told to go back to her little burrow. She couldn’t wait to make sure Jinx got her comeuppance. “All right, Kennan, you pick the lock and then Teemo will go inside to draw them out.” She saw Teemo get his blowgun and she shook her head, “No, don’t attack them. We don’t want to draw too much attention. Just get them to chase you.”

“How am I going to do that?” Teemo asked as he put away his blowgun.

“Use the camera to get their attention.” Tristana said, “They’ll most likely get pissed for you trying to peep on them.”

Teemo nodded and readied his camera as Keenan began to pick the lock. Once she was satisfied with the two of them in position, Tristana turned towards the elevators. “I’ll be waiting outside, just give me some sort of signal that they’re following you and I’ll be waiting in Summoner’s Rift. As she left, Tristana realized she was leaving her friends to deal with two gun toting women, one of which was insane. It wasn’t that she doubted Teemo and Kennen’s abilities, but she didn’t doubt Jinx or Miss Fortune’s either. “Good luck.’ She said before heading down the halls.

With Tristana gone, Teemo watched Kennen work on the door, his furry hands getting sweaty with anticipation. Before he could think about it any further, he heard a click. “Open sesame.” Kennen said as he stood aside. “I’ll be waiting here for you to come out. If Miss Fortune chases after you I’ll do my best to distract her.

“Thanks.” Teemo said as he rose on his tip toes to grab the door. Taking a big sigh, he turned the knob and pulled the door gently so as not to make any noise. Once the door was open Teemo slid inside and into a narrow opening sandwiched between the walkway to the bathroom and a closet. Teemo immediately turned to the bathroom and relaxed when he saw that no one was there. His senses were on edge again when he heard a faint noise coming from further inside the room. It was a sharp noise, a din that repeated in a slow rhythm…PAT PAT PAT PAT. Teemo couldn’t understand what the source of the noise was and then it was interrupted by a loud “YEAH!!! YEAH!! YEAH!!”

Teemo almost jumped back but breathed in deeply to relax again. That was obviously Jinx or Miss Fortune’s voice and it meant that it was now or nothing. With his camera raised, Teemo leapt out from behind the wall and pressed the camera button, making the shutter click and a bright flash go off. What he captured was nothing he’d ever seen before, especially since he hadn’t really seen any human being behind closed doors. This was a new discover for him and Teemo stood there like a deer in headlights, forgetting all about the mission and who his targets were. All he could do was blurt out “Whoa….”

From outside the door, Kennen could hear the camera flash go off and he felt his fur rise in anticipation for the reaction. He heard a scream and then voices.

“MOTHER***ER!!!”

“Jinx? What the…?”

“Oh crap…”

Next thing he knew, Kennen was pushed against the wall by the force of the door he had his ear up against, stunning him for a moment. He shook his head to stop it from spinning and saw Teemo running as fast as his little legs could carry him. “RUN AWAY!!!’ he shouted.

“Teemo, what happened?” he asked but there was no answer. Instead he saw Jinx rush out of the room, buttoning up the top of her pants and then cocking her minigun.

“COME BACK HERE YOU FURRY LITTLE PERVERT!!” she screamed as she started firing her gun in Teemo’s direction.

Kennen hid behind the door so as not to be seen and also to wait for Miss fortune. Sure enough, Kennen saw two slender legs with no shoes rush out of the room. Miss Fortune wore nothing but a pink robe and wasn’t armed because her hands were occupied with tying the robe together.

“Jinx wait for me!” she said.

It’s now or never, Kennen thought. Leaping into the air, Kennen grabbed the back of Miss Fortune’s robe and pulled as hard as he could, causing her to scream as she fell back. Like a dancer, Kennen managed to rip the robe off of Miss Fortune’s body and dive into the hotel room, shutting it as he landed on the ground. Snickering, Kennen looked at the robe and then locked the deadbolt to the room just as he heard the knob turning on the other side.

“LET ME IN!!!” Miss Fortune screamed. “OH NOT AGAIN!” she said as she tried pulling on the door with both hands. The reason for her panic was because without her robe, people could see her exposed back and a red pair of cheeky panties with white anchors printed on it. Every second she stood out in the open hallway in her knickers was another second her face got warm. If she could only get the door open before anyone walked by. It was bad enough she’d been exposed once, the press labeling her leopard print underwear as “tacky.” But if she were seen a second time in yet another silly pair of underwear, her reputation as a ruthless bounty hunter would be forever lost to her. Miss Fortune also failed to wear a brassier that day and so she looked down, shrugging her arms inward to best hide her breasts, squeezing them together. “Why does this always happen to me?” she groaned.

“Miss fortune are you all right?” a man’s voice said.

‘OOH!” she squealed as she turned around, holding her hands over her breasts and raising a leg to shield her panties. “I-I-I was…I’m locked out of my room!” she stammered as she saw the front desk clerk and a bellboy, both of whom were staring at Miss Fortune’s half naked state with open mouths. “DON’T JUST STAND THERE YOU PERVERTS GET ME A TOWEL!!!’ she screamed.

“Y-yes of course miss!” the clerk said, “My apologies. We heard gun shots and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Do I look okay?!?!” she screamed.

From behind the clerk she saw another person step out from his hotel room. He looked in both directions and then stopped when he saw a redheaded woman covering herself. “WOW MISS FORTUNE!!” he said and held up his hextech phone camera to snap a photo. “This is awesome!!”

Miss Fortune screamed and then turned to bang her hands against her door. “LET ME IN !!!” she cried, her pale breasts swinging in unison with her arms. “I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL MAKE YOU PAY!!” a tear was welling up in her eye as she thought about how fast that picture would spread across the internet. The thought made her angry, angry at letting herself get into this situation and angry that every time she was stripped, she let her embarrassment get the best of her, making her feel helpless to do anything until she had proper coverage. When the door wasn’t budging, Miss Fortune fell to her knees and hunched forward to cover as much as possible, holding a hand over the back of her anchor print underwear so no one else could see. “When Jinx comes back you’re going to pay for this you little shit!” she spat at the door.

Kennen just clutched his stomach as he rolled on the floor with laughter. Even though she didn’t make fun of him in the elevator, he was annoyed at the arrogant look she made when they left and hearing her arrogance melt away with the loss of her robe gave Kennen a high similar to killing a champion on the field. The best part was that it wasn’t over, he had one more person to humiliate. After getting to his feet, Kennen ran to the window of the hotel room and opened it, slowly descending down a flight of metal stairs until he was on the ground outside in front of the arena.

Just as he landed, he saw Tristana run past him shouting, “Move it! Meet me at the platform!”

Kennen tried to say something but then he saw Teemo zoom past him as well. “She is pissed!” he cried as he tried to run faster, his large camera bouncing wildly around his neck.

Then, Kennen jumped when he felt a bullet whizz just above his head. He turned and saw Jinx heading his way. Keeping his head low, Kennen ran after his friends, practically leaping into the building after Tristana held the door open. Once they were inside she said, “Teemo, stay here. We need you to lure Jinx into the platform. Come on Kennen!”

The last thing they heard was Teemo saying, “Wait what?!?” before they ran through the lobby and into the hall that led to the platform. The lights were out but the light blue glow of the platform illuminated the room. Tristana and Kennen were relieved that the council had held up their end of the deal. Both Yordles ran up to the platform and as soon as they got to the center, they heard the whistling of the portal come to life before sending them to Summoner’s rift.

Meanwhile, Teemo hid behind a tall statue in the lobby, waiting for Jinx to enter the doors. What he didn’t expect was that she didn’t enter the room, she shot her way in. Shattering the glass doors to pieces before breaking in. “Where are you you little shit!?” she screamed. “Give me that camera!”

Teemo lowered to the ground, counted to three and then dashed out from behind the statue, hearing bullets ricochet off of it as Jinx fired. “Nya nya can’t catch me!” he said as he stuck his tongue out. He reached the hall and pushed the curtains open, running towards the platform.

“You got nowhere to go now rodent!” Jinx said as she followed him inside. Then she realized the portal was open and tried to fire a round at Teemo before he escaped.

Teemo heard the blast and leapt into the air, closing his eyes as he anticipated the pain from being hit. Instead he felt a sense of whiplash and then the hard impact of stone beneath him. “Welcome to Summoner’s rift.” A woman’s voice said.

Teemo opened his eyes and saw that he was standing at the blue base of Summoner’s Rift. It was strange to see the arena after hours, the towers and nexus base were inactive, the glowing light missing from each structure. The shopkeeper was gone from his post and so were Tristana and Kennen. “Hello? Guys?” Teemo called out. “Jinx is on her way and I’d like to keep living if possible.”

FWOOOSH! “Thought you could get away from me?”

Teemo turned around and shrieked when he saw Jinx standing on the platform. Goddammit Tristana, he thought as he kicked it into high gear again, using a turret for cover as Jinx shot at him. All the running from the hotel was taking its toll, Teemo could feel his little legs burning with every step and holding a camera also inhibited his dexterity. He could hear Jinx’s footsteps getting closer. Just as he was about to leave the stone steps of the base, he heard Jinx’s gun cock and her say, “Say goodbye rodent!”

Teemo felt his stomach rise as he knew this would be the end. Then he saw Tristana jump out from behind the walls of the base, her cannon aimed just above his head. “That’s Yordle b*tch!” she said and then fired her gun, the impact sending her several feet backwards.

Jinx tried to raise her gun to shoot Tristana but before she could, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, like a swift kick to the gut. The concussion was so strong that Jinx flew back, crashing against the tower behind her. “OOF!!” she said as she felt the wind get knocked out of her. She looked down and saw black gunpowder marks where she’d been hit. Her stomach burned but she was still angry from her privacy being invaded and so she rose to her feet. “Nice shot! But it’s the last one you’ll get off of me.” Jinx raised her gun, walking towards the two Yordles and then stopped when she felt something slide against her legs. Before she could take another step, something held her feet in place and finally she looked down. At Jinx’s feet were her pink shorts, the front blown completely open by Tristana’s blast, revealing Jinx’s tiny pink and purple striped bikini briefs. Now her slender form was on full display, her narrow hips and chicken legs revealed to her two opponents. Her cloud form tattoo seemed to extend down her entire torso and disappear under her bikini. Jinx’s mouth was open at the surprise and then she could hear two childlike voices laughing .

“Nice bikini” Tristana said in between laughs.

Teemo fired a camera flash off and said, “That’ll be another good one for the album.”

Jinx’s anger was slow to rise. This was the first time she’d ever been bested and it was from someone outshooting her. The fact that they were laughing at her made the blow to her ego worse but Jinx handled this in her own way. Through gritted teeth, Jinx growled and started to turn red. “GRRR YOU THINK YOU CAN EMBARRASS ME?! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!!!” she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them at Tristana. “SEE NOW YOU”RE GONNA DIE ANYWAY!!!”

“Oh crap.” Teemo said as he saw Jinx raise her gun. He grabbed Tristana by the hand and pulled her away just as Jinx fired at them. “Into the jungle!”

“COME BACK HERE!!!” Jinx screamed, she was still mad about losing her shorts and the only way to earn her pride back was skinning those two Yordles.

Teemo and Tristana turned a sharp left as they entered the jungle. “What do we do now?” he asked.

“We need to get that mini-gun away from her.” Tristana said as she backed against a tree. “Just blind her and I’ll pull it off her.”

“Okay.” Teemo said, reaching for his blowgun. Just as he had grabbed it he saw a large shadow loom over him.

“Drop the blowgun.” Jixn said in a low voice. Even in the dark, her purple eyes shined like two hate filled fireflies aimed at Teemo. Without taking her eyes off Teemo, Jinx said, “Drop your cannon too Trist and hands on your head.”

Teemo and Tristana looked at each other with unease, their hands trembling as they were about to surrender their only weapons against the crazed bandit. Jinx smiled as she envisioned what humiliating torment she was going to put them both through. She watched as Teemo turned his hand downward to drop the blowgun and then she felt something fall onto her shoulder.

“Surprise!” Kennen shouted as he leapt from a tree and landed on Jinx’s shoulders. He held onto her neck as she swung her hands in the air.

“GET OFF ME!!” she shouted. She didn’t know who it was, but she could feel their tiny hands touching her back, grabbing onto what felt like her rocket launcher harness. “That’s my gun!” she said but it wasn’t the gun that Kennen was after.

“YOINK!” he said as he did a forward flip off of Jinx, landing on the ground and holding up her tiny bra. “Nice, this could probably fit you Tristana.

“Shut up Kennen.” Tristana said and then she stopped to look up at Jinx who looked down at her chest in disbelief.

Jinx’s breasts were small and almost prepubescent with the way they barely rose from her chest. In the center were two dark blues nipples on either end, both of them flat and stretching out to be in proportion with her A cup mounds. Jinx looked from left to right and right to left, stunned that more of her light blue skin was exposed, yet another incident in which she’d been bested by Yordles. If her manic grin was unsettling, the opposite was disturbing.

“You mad bro?” Tristana asked, unable to resist taunting Jinx. “Don’t feel bad, big breasts aren’t everything.”

Jinx almost held an arm over her chest but then she resisted. She embarrassed other people not the other way around and wouldn’t give the Yordle the satisfaction in being modest, even if the cold in the room blowing against all of her skin unsettled the for the first time. In her distraction over being half naked, she didn’t expect a flash to go off.

“I’m getting a full set!” Teemo said with a laugh. This was his downfall as he felt Jinx grab him by the collar and lift him up, causing him to drop his blowgun and camera. He looked at her face and gasped at how terrifying she looked now, the heat from her breath blowing against his face.

Jinx reached behind her back again and pulled out a small electric shaver. “See this? I grabbed it before I left. And Now I’m going to show you what it’s like to be naked!” she smiled again as she turned the buzzer on.

Teemo couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably as he heard the buzzing sound of the clippers getting closer to his tummy. He imagined himself in the League, bald and without any clothes and closed his eyes to banish the terrifying image from his mind. Before he could feel the shaver, he felt himself fall again, landing hard on his back. This was because Tristana had grabbed his blowgun and fired a dart into Jinx’s neck, forcing her to let go of Teemo.

“What the ****!? I can’t see!” Jinx said as she grabbed her gun and started firing wildly in the air. The Yordles hugged the ground to avoid being shot while Jinx tried to fire in every direction possible in hopes of hiding open of her targets.

“Someone get that gun from her!” Tristana shouted.

Close to the ground, Teemo reached into his backpack and pulled out a small green mushroom with purple spots on it. It was a poisonous mushroom that he used to slow enemies down with the fumes it emitted from the slightest amount of pressure. He placed it under Jinx’s foot just after she raised it. When she set it down, the mushroom collapsed like a can and then blew up in a cloud of purple smoke.

Jinx let go of her gun as the stinging fumes entered her lungs, burning her face and stinging her eyes. Her blindness was gone but she had to squeeze them shut to hold back the pain. “Cheap..***ing..trick!!!” she said in between coughs. She knew she couldn’t do anything in this state and tried to turn to run. She made one step forward before she felt something grab onto the back of her bikini and pull upward. “AHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as the stretchy fabric rode up her ass and caused her legs to squeeze together as the pain shot to her groin. Jinx’s vision had just returned right before she saw something clamp over her head and make her whole line of pitch black. For some reason, her hips had pivoted back and the angle was so awkward she fell face first into the ground. What she couldn’t see was that currently the back of her bikini had been pulled so far up her ass that they were attached to the top of her head. Already tiny to begin with, Jinx’s bikini had now disappeared behind her pale blue ass cheeks, both of which were tiny in proportion to Jinx’s slender frame. It looked like a thong now, a thong that stretched over her head like a swimmer’s cap. With her ass exposed, the rest of her cloud tattoo could be seen, printed on her right butt cheek.

“Nice atomic wedgie.” Tristana said as she high fived Kennen.

The word Wedgie triggered Jinx’s rage even more. She’d managed to get pranked again, so bad that she was now immobile. Worst, the bikini was too strong to break free from and the pain from her labia traveled throughout her entire body, making it tingle with every pull. “GET THIS OFF OF ME!!” she screamed as she kicked her feet, making the pain worse. “I’M GONNA KILL ALL OF YOU FOR THIS!!!” she could hear the camera shutter go off and now it was settling in for her. She was being humiliated and there was nothing she could do to stop the public from seeing it. She was helpless like so many of her previous victims and it made her hate spread like wildfire. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Jinx thrashed around, jerking her head and kicking her legs, anything she could to get free and make her captors pay. She kicked and screamed so much that her shoes were off her feet, leaving her in her one long purple stocking and exposing a pink sock with a puppy on it.

The three Yordles stood by to watch the once intimidating Zaunian throw a temper tantrum. It was amusing to see this skinny woman with long blue pigtails flailing about, her tiny ass barely jiggling with every kick of her leg. “That’s a cute sock.” Tristana said. “Too bad there isn’t a matching one. Okay Teemo let’s finish this.”

“Got it.” Teemo said as he inserted a tranquilzer dart into his gun.”

The last thing Jinx remembered was darkness and the sounds of buzzing noises before she felt a sting in her butt that knocked her out into her sleep.

*****
The League of Legends match was scheduled to begin at 1pm but the honorary lunch for the retired champions was scheduled early in the morning. Photographers lined up outside the building to the arena to get snap shots of champions who had retreated from the public eye. Carriages and limousines parked in front with hulking security robots standing by to block cameras from snapping pictures. There was word that Janna, the blond sorcerer who controlled the weather got out of the same car of Leona, the Solari Warrior. People remembered how the two women left the arena tied together, their naked bodies sliding against each other sealing the pact to their rumored relationship. All people could see were two figures in business suits wearing sunglasses. They couldn’t tell the faces, but people could see traces of blond and red hair.

People saw a carriage pulled by large warthogs covered in snow. Photographers thought they saw the face of the former queen Ashe driving the carriage, but the driver covered her face before anyone could get a look. Exiting the carriage was Queen Lissandra, scheduled to fight later that day. Also in attendance were Piltover’s finest, Sheriff Caitlyn and Vi, both who refused to answer any questions to the press about their famous loss to Jinx. One by one retired champions game and one by one they held their heads down to avoid being seen. They had all undergone extensive therapy to deal with their public shame and now it was like reliving the nightmare all over again.

All of the sudden, one photographer turned their head and saw two women leaving the hotel. The first was a woman in a black pinstripe suit and matching skirt with black stockings. Atop her head was a black mafia style hat. As she got closer, he recognized the woman and shouted her name, assuming her partner was also with her, “Miss Fortune and Jinx are here!”

“WHERE? WHERE EEZ SHE!? OUT OF MY WAY!” a French accent could be heard shouting as the woman ran into the building with a wide pear shaped bottom following her..

Photographers rushed to the hotel and stopped when they couldn’t recognize Jinx either. Instead of her signature bikini top and short shorts, she wore pink mesh stockings attached to purple garters. She also wore a white flapper style dress. Gone were here long blue pigtails and in their place was blonde hair extending to the end of her cheeks. Also adding to the glamourous look was a pearl necklace and a purple headband with feathers sticking out of the center. Indeed, photographers were stunned at how stylish the two looked today. Even though she had her signature rocket launcher strapped to her back and her minigun in hand, people noticed that what was missing from Jinx was her signature manic smile.

“Jinx! What’s with the new style?” a reporter asked.

“SHUT UP!” she said as she stormed through the crowd.

“Are you ready to win today’s match?” another asked.

“I SAID SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!” she said.

Miss fortune rolled her eyes as she waved to the photographers. “I’m sorry folks, someone is a little cranky today. We decided to dress up a little bit in honor of our fallen opponents.” She smiled at the inside joke and posed for the camera.

“Miss Fortune! Are you wearing your leopard print underwear today or the one with the anchors?” another reporter asked.

Immediately Miss Fortune’s face turned pink and she turned to follow Jinx. “No more questions!” she shouted as she followed Jinx inside. It figured the nosy press would ask that question. It was all the hotel staffs’ fault. They got her towels all right, two tiny hand towels that barely wrapped around her breasts and waist. The waistband of her panties could still be seen. Trying to forget that horrible night, Miss Fortune turned her attention to her crabby girlfriend. She waited until she was next to jinx before whispering, “What is with you today? You usually like to boast about killing to the press.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Jinx said, sticking her lower lip out.

Miss fortune tugged Jinx’s arm to force her to make eye contact. “Jinx knock it off. What is with you? Last night you come home dressed like this with a new hairdo and you haven’t said more than five words to me as to why. What happened to you with the Yordles?”

“NOTHING HAPPENED!” she shouted as she jerked her arm free and started to walk away. “I just want to get this over with and go home!”

Miss Fortune’s nostrils flared as she curled her lip. She liked being with Jinx but this temper was a new discovery for her and it wasn’t something she would tolerate anymore if it was to be permanent. Still, Miss Fortune remembered she was in public and decided to have this conversation later. She followed Jinx into the open hall where all of the former champions were seated in front of a small wooden stage where a large white screen was hanging above. As soon as they were in, a champion wearing a sundress with flowers on it turned her head. It was Zyra, the woman who controlled plants. Ever since losing her leaves, she’d been forced to wear clothes until they could grow back.

Zyra recognized Jinx’s pink eyes and gasped, “She’s here!” she said, causing everyone else to turn around and gasp. Immediately, people clenched tighter onto their shirts or held onto the waistband of their pants, afraid of losing any scrap of clothing.

“That’s right! Don’t piss me off today!” Jinx said before stomping off to the other side of the room.

Once Miss Fortune and Jinx got seated off to the side, a security guard nodded and then the six hooded figures of the tribunal walked onto the platform. Their heads were low so their faces could not be seen. Once the six of them were standing on stage, the head council member stepped forward and raised his hands. “Champions! We thank you for coming today to let us honor you for your accolades on the fields of justice. We understand your reasons for leaving us but the council and I agreed that your exits were abrupt. Today we honor you all with a small presentation to show that we have not forgotten any of you and how we are eternally grateful for the entertainment you’ve given us.” He turned his head. “Teemo would you be so kind?”

“Teemo?” Jinx said and then looked around the room, identifying Teemo sitting by a small projector. Jinx gasped, shot to her feet and ran to the stage. “NOOO!!!!”

CLICK!

The lights went out and the screen lit up. People in the room gasped and Caitlyn shouted, “My goodness Vi how could you?!”

Sure enough, in the photo on the screen was a slender woman bent over the end of a bed. Her shorts and bikini were pulled down to her legs, displaying the side of her naked lower half. Her arms were planted on the bed and her head was tilted back, her blue front bangs hanging over her face. This was because her pigtails were clenched tightly in the large metal hand of a woman standing behind her. The woman had a curvier build, the silhouette of her firm breasts sticking out. She had short pink hair and her other large hand was placed directly over the skinnier womans’ ass. Indeed, it did look like Vi, the Piltover Enforcer dressed in red panties that hugged her toned ass.

What struck everyone as odd was that Vi looked more surprised than Miss Fortune, who bit her lip as her face turned red. This still wasn’t as bad as Jinx, who had her hands over her eyes as her lip quivered. “TURN IT OFF!!!”

“Wait!” Vi shouted as she stepped closer, “That’s not me! That’s…Miss Fortune!”

People gasped again as they got a closer look. Sure enough, the face was of Miss Fortune, clearly hiding her red locks under a pink wig. The gauntlets she wore weren’t metal, but simple imitation gauntlets made to imitate Vi’s actual gloves. What was also clear was that the woman she was spanking was Jinx, an ecstasy filled grin on her face as Miss Fortune spanked her. “Why is she dressed like me?” Vi asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Caitlyn said with folded arms, “They like to roleplay during sex. It would appear that Jinx finds it arousing to be spanked by you…god knows why.”

“Eww!” Vi said as she made a face.

By now, Jinx’s cheeks were as red as an apple. She didn’t like that she got turned on by being submissive, but she couldn’t help it, that was how her body responded. But what she hated was that it was revealed, in front of one of her enemies, that she liked the idea of being held down and spanked by Vi. It was just as bad as if Vi bent her over one knee and spanked Jinx herself. Worst was that all the retired champions saw this and started giggling to themselves. Jinx could feel a lump in her throat and before she let herself cry, she cocked her gun. “Take that off the screen now or everyone dies!!”

“Oookaayy but I don’t think you want to see the next one.” Teemo said as he pressed the button to the projector.

“What do you-ohmygodnonotthat!!” Jinx said, dropping her guns to run to the stage.

Flashing on the screen was a picture of a woman with light blue skin lying on her stomach. Her head was covered by what looked to be a purple and pink striped hat but then people could see that it followed all the way to the back of the womans’ rear, stretching thinly between the crack of her taut ass. In contrast to her powder blue buttocks was the black ink that looked to be tattooed across it. People leaned close to read the words, “YORDLES ROCK!!!” across both powder blue cheeks. People started to laugh when they recognized the signature blue pigtails of Jinx and saw that she was knocked out and atomic wedgied, wearing nothing but her bikini briefs. They had no idea how Jinx ended up in that state but soon the room was filled with an hoots and whistles.

Jinx could feel sweat drip down her face as she looked at all the people she’d humiliated laughing louder. Then she turned to Miss fortune and saw her holding her hand over her mouth to conceal her own laughter. Jinx could feel dizzy, staring up at her half naked body in the most submissive of positions, her ass sticking up as her wedgie pulled it, bending her like a bow. Before she could let herself cry, Jinx ran onstage and shouted, “IT”S A LIE!! IT’S FAKE!! IT’S A PILTOVER PHOTOSHOP JOB!” she stepped in front of the image and held her hands up to cover her naked body. “STOP LOOKING! THAT NEVER HAPPENED!”

With Jinx’s back facing the audience, she couldn’t see Kennen run up to the stage. “Oh really?” he asked. “Let’s find out how much of a lie it is.” He reached out and grabbed the bottom of Jinx’s dress, leaping into the air to lift it over her head and off her body. Jinx screamed as she felt her arms get wrapped up in her own dress and stomped her feet as she fought to keep it on. It was too late, Kennen had most of the dress over her shoulders and gave it once last tug to pull it off of Jinx’s torso.

Jinx’s back was still facing the audience and they could see that she wore no panties, but had her garters on. Sure enough, facing the audience was Jinx’s cute flat ass with her YORDLES ROCK!! Tattoo showing. Jinx could hear the laughter get louder and then the awful sound of cameras clicking behind her. She gasped and immediately used her hands to cover her backside, turning around to shield it from anymore cameras. In her panic, Jinx forgot that she wasn’t wearing bra and was now baring her breasts to the crowd as well.

She could see hands pointing at her and the first of the comments were being said. “Oh my god, she’s flat as a board!” Janna giggled.

“Why does she even wear a bra?” Vayne asked.

Jinx’s mouth dropped as she looked down and saw that her light blue nipples were on display and immediately wrapped her arms around them. “STOP LOOKING!” she cried. As soon as she closed her eyes her other senses increased. All of the sudden she could feel a breeze blow against her groin and then she opened her eyes again, looking down to see her labia, a small triangular patch of blue pubic hair sitting just above it. Jinx’s knees squeezed together as she put one hand over her crotch. “IT NEVER ENDS!!” she whined as she backed against the wall, wondering how she could cover all of her naked bits.

“Hey everyone!” Caitlyn shouted as she rose to her seat. “Look who’s blushing!”

Indeed, jinx’s face was turning red, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. It was a domino effect, she sensed the little bit of embarrassment and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but feel more ashamed. She tried to let her bravado kick in and smile but it was hard to do so when she was standing there in purple stockings and nothing else. Instead, she trembled as she fell to her knees, bending forward to hide skin as possible. “I’m not blushing!” she shouted. “I’m PISSED OFF AND YOU ALL BETTER BE WORRIED BECAUSE I’LL STRIP YOU AGAIN!”

“Oh Jinx I almost forgot.” Kennen said as he reached out for her head which was level with his body now. “Your last scrap of clothing.”

“NO DON’T-” she cried as she uncovered herself but it was too late, she felt something slide against her head and then the cold wind blowing against it. Jinx turned and saw the blonde wig in Kennens’ hand and then felt the mangled patches of shaved hair on her head that had been cut off. Even this was a surprise to the audience. Jinx’s blue hair stuck out like small patches of grass in a beach, a few threads of hair that looked to be no longer than a centimeter. With her hair gone, Jinx’s balding head made her look like an elderly woman who wore wigs. In mere seconds, the once deadly assassin had knocked down to the lowest of low in front of her peers. She’d let herself get knocked out, stripped, wedgied, tattooed and shaved by three of the cutest looking champions in the League. Seeing the laughing faces of everyone in the room cut through Jinx like the bullets of her minigun. She was so frightened and overwhelmed that she felt a lump in her throat return before she let the tears flow from her eyes. “FINE!” she pouted as she got to her feet, buckling her legs as she had her arms in an upside down L to cover herself. “HAVE YOUR STUPID LEAGUE! THIS ISN’T FUN ANYMORE!” she lowered her head as she started to sob. Turning to leave the stage. “I JUST WANNA GO HOME!” she cried as she left, covering her backside. The tattoo was still fresh and still made her ass throb as her hand touched it.

Miss Fortune sighed as she looked at her embarrassed partner. She felt bad for laughing but it was kind of funny to see Jinx in such a vulnerable state. It was as if the image gave out the message that Jinx could still be human and had a soft side after all. This revelation gave Miss Fortune a newfound caring role for her partner that made her stand up to go over to jinx. “Oh baby come here.” She said as she took off her jacket to cover Jinx.

“DON’T CALL ME BABY!” Jinx shouted as she pushed Miss Fortune’s hands away. “I JUST WANNA GO HOME! I HATE THIS ****ing LEAGUE!” she cried again.

“Oh Jinx.” Miss Fortune cooed, snickering a little as she saw the butt tattoo again.

People watched Jinx disappear into the darkness and stood up to applaud Kennen. He turned to the side of the stage to hold his hand out, signaling to Teemo and Tristana to share the glory. Whistles and hollars were made once the three of them were all onstage and the council members bowed their heads in respect. Chants of “Thank you TEEMO!” “THANK YOU KENNEN” and “THANK YOU TRIST!” flooded the halls.

While Teemo and Kennen soaked up the admiration, Tristana turned around and saw that in being stripped of her dress, Jinx had left her rocket launcher Fishbones. “Hmmm.” She said as she picked up the cannon. “I wonder if this is better than mine.” She said as she ran her hands along the weapon, inspecting the surface. In running her fingers along the body, Tristana didn’t realize she pressed a button, causing a rocket to fire from the mouth. “OOPS!” she squealed as she fell backward from the recoil.

The rocket shot out, whizzing in a spiral before detonating into a wall off to the right side. People turned to the source of the noise and saw smoke rise from the wall or at least what appeared to be smoke. In reality, it was steam, steam from the hot water that could be heard running. People gathered in front of the hole in the wall and gasped when they realized that Tristana had blown open the wall leading to the women’s’ shower. Standing in the shower were three figures. The first was a tall curvy woman with tanned skin. Her fit legs extended into a curvy plump buttocks that shined under the water, the shadow of two dimples above the crack. Covering her bare back was long jet black hair and around her head was a leather headband. As soon as she turned, people recognized it as Sivir, the warrior with the spinning blade. Her large breasts were dark brown nipples that had two gold rings pierced through each one. She had a stomach that was slightly fuller than average, the area around her naval protruding out and hanging as she turned her body to the side.

Next to Sivir was a slender woman with pale blue skin. Her hair was white and extended down to her ass, tied in a braid. Around her eyes was a white bandage and when she turned, people could see her running a detached shower head over her firm breasts, moving it over each nipple before moving it down her toned stomach and ending on her hairless sex, two blue lips with a lighter pink labia sticking out. “OOohhh so warm.” Lissandra moaned as she rested her back against the wall. Lissandra’s toes curled as she bit her lower lip, the bones of her ribcage showing under her skin as she took a big sigh.

“Eww” a childlike voice could he heard. Next to Lissandra was a short creature with long purple hair covering her whole back. She turned and people could see the cute face of Lulu the Pixie sorcerer, making a disgusted face at her partner who seemed to be masturbating next to her.

“THAT IS AGAINST LEAGUE RULES!” an old man’s voice called out. People turned and saw Zilean, the time sorcerer standing in the back row. He pointed his hand and cast a spell, sending a blast of yellow magic that traveled towards Lulu, manifesting into an hourglass over her head. People watched as over time, Lulu’s height slowly increased, her legs growing like trees and her ass expanding into apple shaped purple bottom. Her hair now flowed to the middle of her back and people could see her ears sticking out. Thanks to Zilean, Lulu looked to be an adult woman, a naked adult woman.

“Who said that?” Sivir asked as she turned to the source of the noise. Once she wiped the water from her eyes, she saw the hole in the wall and the large crowd of League champions outside. Her eyes widened and she let out a scream as her hands flailed in the air. “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD I’M NAKED!!”

“Duh Siv, you’re in a shower.” Lissandra moaned, arching her back as she traced the shower head against her clit. Her pale blue nipples were erect and she gripped them with her free hand as she felt a warm current, the only warmth she allowed, travel through her body.

“NO YOU IDIOT THERE’S A HOLE IN THE WALL!” Siver said as she poked at Lissandra. “PEOPLE CAN SEE US NAKED!”

Lissandra froze and dropped the portable shower head, her mouth open and her pussy aching from being denied its release. “Y-you mean I-I’ve been..touching myself in front of people?” she said in a meek voice, wrapping her arms around her breasts.

“Naked?” Lulu said as she turned around. She looked down and screamed when she saw something she’d never seen in her life. “BREASTS!! I HAVE BREASTS!!” she squealed looking down at the two purple C cup breasts that stuck out in front of her. Lulu realized that she was further from the ground and that her body had matured. “AHHH!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!?!” she cried as she held her hands over her breasts and crotch. As her hands moved over her body, Lulu became more startled by hew newfound maturity, running her hands over her mons pubis. “Why is there hair down there? Why does my butt feel big? Oh!”

If seeing Jinx stripped and shaved was a gift, then seeing her team blushing as they covered their modesty in the shower was the final icing on the cake. Everyone in the room laughed as they watched the three women try to run away, only to slip and fall onto each other from the slick surface of the bathroom floor. Soon Jinx’s team was just a pile of naked bodies, sliding against each other as each woman struggled to get away. Breasts bounced and ass cheeks jiggled as they climbed on top of one another to get free. “STOP MOVING YOU IDIOT!” Sivir shouted as she tried to climb over Lissandra, whose head was placed in between Sivir’s legs.

Lulu had landed hard on her chest and had her breasts squeezed up against her. “OWWW!!” she whined. “These hurt! How do you guys put up with these things?” she scrambled to her feet and ran off to the side, disappearing behind part of the wall that was still intact.

Finally, Lissandra was the next to slide free, crawling on all fours as she exited the shower room, her long body slithering like a cat. Sivir was the next to follow, getting to her feet with her arms hugging her chest. She managed to take two steps before stepping on a bar of soap and falling forward again, landing hard on her face and making her bubble butt dance again. “MY CAREER IS RUINED!” she pouted as she crawled away, her ass sticking in the air.

Lulu’s voice could be heard in the back, “OH NO!!” People from the outside leaned in and saw the tall purple champion running after her team, holding a tiny red dress up to her naked body. The dress was so small it barely covered Lulu’s breasts, her light purple nipples poking just above the top of the dress. “My clothes don’t fit! I have nothing to wear!” tears streamed down her face that started to turn pink as the thought of spending the rest of the day naked was dawning on her.

Once Lulu was gone, everyone in the hall cheered and raised Tristana in the air. Tristana was beaming with joy at the praise she’d received. The hall was filled with chants, some chanting “Yordles!” while others were “TRISTANA!” All of her glory had returned and she knew that it was only going to get better. After all, she had done what no one else in the League could. The council members smiled and hoped that this would bring back dignity to the League, even if it meant sacrificing the dignity of Team Jinx.