Not for long!

With lightning-quick reflexes earned through nearly two decades of training, Anko leapt up and out of the cloud of dark gray smoke, wisps streaming from her feet dramatically. Her sandals stuck to the stone wall six meters up and her hands were suddenly filled with kunai.

For a long second, the alley was still and silent, ninja and smoke cloud waiting for the other to make the next move.

Without lifting her eyes away from her target, Anko used her ears and peripheral vision to assess the situation. There was no screaming or sudden silence from the streets outside, no ringing alarms. No flare of spent chakra from another Shinobi, no subtle inconsistency to tell her this was a genjutsu, an illusion.

Whatever was happening here, whether enemy action or something else, it was remaining local to this alleyway. Anko didn't relax, but nevertheless, her attention drifted slightly too far from the smoke.

The lamp, distantly disgruntled by its failure to quickly and discreetly capture its potential Host, acted first.

Anko dodged the first coiling ribbon of smoke, and the second, and the third. Only to have her wrist caught by the first's return strike when the fourth ribbon split in two and caused the purple-haired kunoichi to slip from the wall. Before she could react, the smoke completely covered her, binding her limbs and blocking her mouth.

Struggling was no use, even her chakra, the combined physical and mental energies that gave skilled ninja and samurai their supernatural abilities, was bound, its normal flow disrupted completely. She was no stronger right now than any other decently athletic civilian.

No match for the lamp's magic.

Anko didn't quite panic as she felt her clothes and equipment dissolve into the smoke. Yes, she stayed cool and collected like the ideal Shinobi while she floated in a storm of smoke that seemed to have replaced the world. Even through the disturbingly familiar sensation of being swallowed by a long, narrow tube brought back nightmares from her time as Orochimaru's student, she kept her calm. For a moment. Then the image of her former teacher's stupid, smug, snakey face appeared in her mind as if he was watching her predicament.

The thought of that traitor reignited Anko's rage and her struggles resumed with a vengeance. It didn't matter how futile it was, her pride as a ninja wouldn't let her give in so easily!

She fought in any small way she could. Whether it was thrashing wildly when the gray smoke turned a glittery amethyst and caressed her skin so pleasantly, better than any lover's touch— she refused to enjoy it. It also meant refusing to be thankful for it healing scars and removing tiny imperfections like that weird mole on her side and the slight imbalance between her boobs. Anko even tore away the violet mesh bodysuit that condensed out of the smoke and clung to her every curve. Something of a peace offering from the lamp, and to replace that ridiculous Suna dancer garb it tried to put her in first. No matter how well it fit her preferred style, no matter how wonderful it felt on her skin, she shredded it over and over and over again until smoky chains bound her hands behind her back and her kicking legs dissolved into more smoke from the hip down.

Wait— what!? Her legs—

The shock of seeing her legs just gone, replaced by a streamer of violet smoke, almost a tail, snapped the ninja out of her frenzy. And opened up an opportunity for the lamp's magic to do its work.

First, it resummoned the flowing violet lace of the Suna outfit. Consisting of a loose top that left her belly bare and hid nothing of her tits, a skirt that merged seamlessly with the smoke tail at her hips, and detached sleeves that connected to gold armbands around her biceps and ended in gold rings around her middle and ring fingers. There was a sense of smugness in the smoke as it finished adjusting every detail of the clothing. Begrudgingly, Anko admitted it could be way worse.

Second, it prepared to strike at the root of the stubborn resistance. Her mind. Trained and hardened for years, it was a fortress compared to many of the lamp's previous hosts. Not that it would matter in the face of its power, merely a somewhat notable occurrence in its eternal existence.

When a fresh cloud of roiling purple smoke engulfed her, Anko sucked in a deep breath of smoky air to scream —in fury or fear she couldn't say. Yet as the smoke somehow passed through her body and descended directly into her mind, all that escaped her lips was, "OoOooh...that ahn~ feels nice..."

The very foundations of her mind trembled, the smoke sought out cracks and openings in her defenses, finding ways to bend her will to its purpose, its Desire. It found many. It could have targeted her weaknesses, her mental scars and traumas, but that wasn't its style. It favored a more...alluring and seductive process~

Anko took another breath and sighed even more heavily, sinking into the bed she only now realized she was on, and let the smoke sink into her in turn. All that panic and stress seemed so distant now, so foolish, why had she fought so hard? It was obvious the smoke was helping her, making her better. A freed hand trailed its way down the silky smooth skin of her side to her hip and squeezed on the new layer of cushion she found there.

The kunoichi had always enjoyed drawing attention of a sexual nature—no one who saw her preference in clothing could deny that! But it had also carried an undertone of spiteful defiance. A declaration that if people were going to whisper about her behind her back, it may as well be for something she actually did!

Now... Anko simply reveled in the knowledge that seeing her beautiful body brought pleasure and excitement to anyone who saw her and was attracted to women.

Anko shuddered, suddenly much more interested in wearing her new clothes! They weren't that different from what she usually wore, now that she really took a look at them...

Then came an adjustment to her stance on actual sex. Anko was an attractive and fit young woman in a dangerous and stressful job, of course she fucked other Shinobi, quite often too. It was a great stress reliever and bonding activity! However, usually she was in a dominant or at least equal position with her partner(s) of the night, something that conflicted far too much with the lamp's new purpose for her.

"Wait!" She gasped, feeling the smoke changing her thoughts and beliefs. "I don't—" Her thoughts stuttered and suddenly, her **** to just let go in bed and let others lead became so strange to her mind. Why has she been like that? Was she that afraid of trusting others?

"D-don't —" Lights flashed in the back of her eyes, scrambling her focus and sending happy tingles through her body at random.

Was she that afraid of letting others see her lose control? Being her truest self, without any restraint?

"Don't..." Don't what? There was something...

Afraid to see how much fun it would be to just fully submit to the pleasure for once? Obey her Master and simply be a creature of lust and desire?

"Don't stop!" Anko screamed as her will to resist the smoke's influence shattered. Letting her mind free to be molded and reshaped to better please others, better to obey a Master's orders and enjoy every second of it.

It was so clear now, like her eyes opened for the first time. Why wouldn't she want to be a toy for others to play with? Let her beautiful body be beloved and admired by all who saw it? Touched it? It was astounding to think she'd ever thought differently. She felt an immense pity for her former self. That poor girl had no idea what she'd been missing!

Anko's hips bucked on a phantom cock and her hands mauled her larger and firmer breasts, imagining it was her Master enjoying her, using her. She lost track of where and when and who she was, fully embracing the fantasy that would become her reality soon enough.

Satisfied with its progress, the smoke turned its focus to her neck and face. It didn't actually need to do very much modification there, and found Anko's Curse Mark at the back of her neck. The final poisoned gift Orochimaru left his favorite student, the nightmarish reminder of his betrayal and abandonment. The mark that left many in the village distrustful of her even after a decade of unflinching loyalty. At the moment the smoke touched the ink staining its host's body, the tattoo lit aflame with a searing, sickly orange-yellow light that seemed to scream in pain.

The violet smoke recoiled in disgust, in outrage! The lamp held few scruples, it cared not for morals and the illusion of free will most mortal beings were afflicted with, but it had standards! This thing, this splinter of a malevolent soul fed on the suffering it caused, reveled in it, grew stronger from it. It was blasphemous, anathema to something so devoted to pleasure and Desire like the lamp. It would not suffer such a thing to exist in its presence.

With the same disdain as one would with finding a buzzing insect in their home, the lamp swatted the repulsive bit of soul to oblivion, and the curse mark along with it. There were, of course, side effects to what the lamp did. But they were so inconsequential to the scale the entity existed on, it disregarded them immediately.

(Far, far away, in an underground laboratory, a madman fell to his knees and hissed in sudden agony. Then, enraged by others seeing the moment of weakness, found himself down a few assistants, but also up several fresh samples.)

Anko was mostly unaware of what just happened, aside from her curse flaring up worse than ever (interrupting her third orgasm!), and then vanished completely. Once the series of events lines up her mind, she gasped in relief and then in gratitude. The sensation of cold scales around her neck was finally gone, and there could only be one cause. Happy tears prickled at the corners of her, formerly brown, now shimmery gold eyes.

"T-thank you." She whispered to the smoke. Her hand caressed the smooth and unblemished skin of her neck. "The pain's gone, I can't feel him in the back of my head anymore..."

She almost said, I'm free, but... Her fingers ran along the golden collar as it appeared out of smoke and fitted snug on her neck, consulted her emotions, and felt only warmth and contentment to have its weight present.

Anko smiled serenely at the knowledge that, while she might have traded one form of slavery for another, being a beloved sex **** sounded so much more fun!

A part of her still burned sullenly at the very idea of absolute submission and obedience, but the rest reasoned that Anko had spent years following the Shinobi Code and happily obeyed the Hokage's orders. Mostly, anyway. What was a few more rules to obey? A new Master to place herself under? Besides, it sounds so hot to be a living sextoy for others to admire and play with~

At that, the last bit of resistance in Anko's mind bent and accepted her new purpose, that of fulfilling the sexual desires of her Master and whoever else he commanded her to.

It's duty done for now, the heavy cloud of purple smoke faded away, except for Anko's tail and several candles scattered about the room she found herself in.

And what a room it was! A cozy bedchamber, circular with metallic gold walls and dominated by a huge bed in the center. The same cloud-soft bed Anko had been luxuriating on for the whole time her mind and body had been improved. There were scented candles— lavender maybe?— silk drapes and suggestive tapestries hanging from the domed ceiling, and mirrors. So many mirrors.

Without truly knowing how she did so, Anko flew up from the bed to pose in front of the largest mirror. She grinned and nodded at what she saw.

In many ways, the former kunoichi and current genie hadn't really changed that much at all, physically anyway. Her breasts were still large and firm, only slightly more so than when she woke up that morning, filling the lacy top wonderfully. Her waist was proportionally narrow, yet paradoxically squishy and soft while also being tight and fit. Her hips and ass, to her smug satisfaction, hadn't needed much improvement at all. Her legs, when she figured out how to summon them again, looked amazing in the translucent harem pants her skirt turned into.

"Honestly," Anko mused to herself, admiring the way her nipples tented the lace of her top, some magic keeping her tits from escaping their loose confines completely. "I think those prudes in the village would be less pissed if I just walked around naked."

The things that had changed were disproportionately dramatic. Her already pale skin lost what color it had, turning a snowy white with a subtle effect in places that reminded her of snake's scales. Another thing that uncomfortably resembled snakes were her eyes, bright gold and slitted. Compared to that, her lips and nipples, and —yep, also her pussy— all being colored a vivid violet that matched her hair and outfit, was hardly worth mentioning.

Taking in the whole effect together: the violet and gold-accented Suna dancer's outfit, the golden armbands and rings and collar, spiky violet ponytail and snowy skin, all of it worked in a way that left her pleasantly surprised. She was much improved over the human Anko, yet still recognizably Anko. The fact that she no longer mentally referred to herself as human hardly registered.

It's also, she thought to herself with a grin and a smack to her silk-clad ass, hot as fuck! Everyone who sees me in this will wanna use me! If Master wants them to, of course. She reminded herself.

Anko tilted her head up to face the ceiling. "Okay, I give up, weird Lamp-thing. I'll be a conduit for your power and an obedient little slut for whoever finds the lamp next." She let out a throaty chuckle at the images the idea conjured. A long, slightly forked tongue ran along her pouty purple lips as the new sex genie purred hungrily, allowing a touch of her old self to surface. "I just hope Master will let me have some fun with any other slaves he collects~"

The walls of the Lamp trembled in satisfaction at a job well done and golden light flooded the room, bathing its newest Host in its power. Anko managed to stay conscious and aware for one full second, until the transcendent beauty of what she saw overwhelmed her mind.

Her last thought before unconsciousness was— I hope my Master's prepared to handle the new and improved Anko Mitarashi! Konoha's sexiest genie!