Katarina frowned, crossing her arms as the four continued to ride back to the Demacian castle via carriage. “Could you please repeat that for me? I haven’t been completely myself after removing the collar,” the red-haired assassin continued as the de-facto leader of the new nation LeBlanc cheerily smiled and repeated her words. “Shyvana will be serving out her punishment by your hand… or foot as may be the case.” She continued, putting on a saccharine smile as the massive dragoness seemed two sizes smaller than usual, recoiling in the corner of the carriage.
“I… feel like it was my fault to begin with that things got as bad as they did” countered Kat, as she tried to gesture towards the group. “Can’t we just let bygones be bygones?” She continued, with an unexpected voice rebuking her.
“No. We’ll do as she says.” Replied her lover Luxanna, giving a polite but firm response as she looked towards Katarina. “You were under the spell of the collar’s magic, and while I don’t approve of you throwing yourself at her, I can understand… however…” She paused, casting her gaze over towards the dragoness. “She was well and full in control, and you’d JUST told her about the risks it posed and how it was affecting your mind. She’s the one at fault here… and I’m the one damaged. I had to lose the love of my life for three weeks, with the risk of losing you forever. So she WILL be serving her punishment at your feet.” She demanded, crossing her arms as the edict left the ride in silence.
Sensing the tension, Katarina simply resigned herself to her fate, knowing that she was overridden. “I guess it can’t be helped then. Until Lux feels that things have been made right. However… how small will she be?” She asked, Shyvana’s blue cheeks growing red as it seemed like they weren’t even talking to her, just talking above her. LeBlanc curled her lips into a tight smile, waving a hand towards Shyvana. “In order to give her perfect resilience, she needs to be a quarter of an inch tall. In fact…” She murmured, as Shyvana felt the familiar magic passing through her body… the blue-skinned girl rapidly dwindling down as her armor shot up around her. She could see that gleaming steel growing loose as she could see Katarina and Lux gazing down at her with interest and curiosity, as she went smaller than she’d ever been… eventually down to under the size of a centimeter.
At full size she was barely able to notice the small bit of fur on the bottom of the carriage, however now everything was different. Now those faint tufts came up to her waist, as she was almost in a field of white matted grass. The first thing that struck her was just how massive Lux and Kat loomed above her… before, when she was merely a few inches tall it simply seemed as though she was weak, but simply disadvantaged… this, she felt like the couple loomed above her like goddesses. Not even tall enough to see the tops of their shoes, just the softest of adjustment of Lux’s massive plated boots left a thunderous sound booming around the tiny dragon’s world.
“Wow… I can barely see her…” Murmured the redheaded giantess, as Shyvana slowly let her eyes trail up Katarina’s long, leather boots… drinking in each inch of the giantess’ height as she felt herself growing nervous. She’d been small, but this was easily one tenth the smallest she’d ever been. Still, she knew that she’d fractured not only her own relationship with LeBlanc, but Katarina and Lux as well. No, she had to endure this… yet as she felt her resolve quivering in the presence of the two looming titanesses, the light was disappearing above her. Of course, there weren’t just two goddesses in the carriage. Spinning around to see the golden sole of a high heel looming above her, the callous look in LeBlanc’s eyes made the dragoness’ heart ache for a split second before it crashed down.
The towering tip of her high heel pinned the tiny naked dragoness against the soft, fuzzy floor as Shyvana felt the air pressed from her lungs. Struggling to breathe, she weakly pounded the underside of the towering shoe but only felt the tip increase pressure and slowly rotate back and forth… smothering the blue-skinned girl underfoot like one would an insect. Instead of a sharp pain of bones shattering beneath the giantess’ weight, the tiny girl felt herself smothered in a flat, dull pain… her lungs frantically trying to expand and draw in breath, aching, desperate for air. Yet as she struggled, she heard her girlfriend speaking casually to the other two in the carriage as if the tiny hidden dragoness weren’t even there.
“As you can see, the tiny thing that wishes to be forgiven is currently alive and whole beneath my high heel. As she’s likely discovering now, this spell also reduces the need for air as well. There are a few other practical spells in addition such as voice amplification via telepathy, and the ability to summon her if you lose her. I’ll never forgive you if something happens to her, but unless you start dispelling the magic or fail to feed her she should pretty much be immortal.” The giantess explained casually, as Lux couldn’t help but slowly slide her massive plated boot atop the tip of the high heel, gently easing on the pressure to the tiny girl. What was just a soft pressing from the blonde-haired giantess was a world of difference for Shyvana. Her lungs were smothered as her body still rebelled the unfamiliar sensation of not taking breath, her body sinking in deeper to the soft white fur as a girlish giggle sounded above.
“I see! Good to know we won’t have to be worried about her.” Called Lux with just a hint of malice, as the high heel withdrew and exposed the tiny dragoness to sight once more. Her body was already smeared with filth beneath her shoes, as she looked up pathetically towards the giantess above. It was hard to believe that this was the dominant, arrogant dragoness that so frequently tormented the rest of the group underfoot. Nearly a minute being so small had rendered her dazed, as she hoped that the explanation would be over soon. LeBlanc had told her that she would be serving as the couple’s foot toy, to do anything and everything they wished in the bedroom and serve as an aid to help repair their relationship. While she was small, she was to be treated as their lesser and commanded to do anything they wished. LeBlanc imagined that Kat would likely harbor affection for her and protect her, but Lux’s fury was unquantifiable. She rarely expressed herself fully and the amount of her resentment towards Shyvana couldn’t be measured, nor the degree to which she’d exact her revenge.
Finally getting to her feet, she tried to call out to the blonde giantess but her mouth froze. The girl’s thick plated boots and blue leather tights casually bobbed up and down as light magess had one leg crossed, hands neatly folded in her lap as she was casually relaxing and enjoying the tiny girl’s plight. Just the looming threat of her boot sole above her made Shyvana’s blood freeze as she felt herself subjugated to Lux’s will just by the mere presence of being so tiny beneath her. Her mind simply couldn’t reconcile that the looming goddess above her with a shoe twenty times larger than she was the same friend that she’d spent years with, bullying and bending to her will. Forcing herself to swallow, she worked up the nerve to finally speak. “T-Thank you for letting me make this up to you, Lux. I want you to-“ she began to speak, before that massive plated boot landed atop her and made her mind explode in pain. Far more pressure than someone her size should have to endure pinned her completely to the ground as the blonde giantess stood up, completely resting her weight atop the dragoness.
“No. First, that’s Mistress Luxanna to you for the remainder of your punishment.” The giantess boomed, as the filthy plate sole began to rake back and forth beneath the tiny girl. Her body twisted and turned beneath the overwhelming weight, the nude dragoness shrieking in pain as Lux seemed to either not hear or not care. Sliding her beneath the tip of the boot, she could see the girl’s head barely extending as her hands went to her hips, her authority continuing. “LeBlanc likely told you that you would be our toy in the bedroom to help spice things up, and be comfortable otherwise. She was wrong. This is your last chance to back out of this; you’ll remain yourself and we’ll be colleagues and I’ll never forgive you. But if you go through with this, I will torture you. I will make sure you never have a second of rest, that you never forget what you did and almost did to us. That you will serve anyone and everyone. Sona, Akali, Leona, Shauna. Your existence will become one of serving those above you endlessly, relentlessly. You will be given no food, and instead will feast on the sweat from our soles and the grime beneath our toes. You will be our slave, utterly and completely and I guarantee you something in your mind will change. You’ll never be able to work up the nerve to disrespect me again. To talk down to me. You may be so broken that you can’t imagine life full sized again and serve out the rest of your lives as our speck. That’s possible, right?” The blonde asked, gazing over towards LeBlanc who held an amused expression, elbow propped on her lap as her head rested within her palm and her eyes gazed down with interest.
“Of course. I’d be furious if you deliberately and irrevocably injured her, but… if she’s so weak that she can’t handle a bit of punishment she wasn’t fit to be my lover in the first place.” Feeling the tears welling up, Shyvana looked up with a sense of betrayal as she could see the girl’s expressions looking down at her… one of bemused interest, one of utter dominance and one of overwhelming lust. Locking eyes with Katarina, the redhead’s gaze averted as Shyvana’s eyes trailed down her body to her hand, tucked between her pants as she could see the girl was pleasuring herself. Biting her lip, she didn’t stop once the tiny girl could see that she was fingering her slit to the raw dominance Lux was imposing on her. Yet as she felt the sense of betrayal brewing, the booming voice above her continued. “This is your last chance to escape. If you submit, you’re mine as long as I wish it. Now… if you’re prepared to become my toy and slave, lick. My. Boot.” The giantess uttered each word with force, smothering her with pressure as the three massive pairs of eyes looked down at her decision… as Shyvana felt that she had no choice. She had to lick. Tongue extending, she began to willingly clean Lux’s filthy plated boots, her mouth full of dirt and grime as the tears were starting to flow from the tiny girl. This was going to be her life from now on, and she could only pray she endured it.
Yet as she reveled in the satisfaction of seeing the object of her anger giving in, she couldn’t help but spot her lover starting to play with herself. Not even responding to Shyvana’s submission, Lux’s gaze turned down to the girl pleasing herself needily, her voice softening but still firm and dominant. “This arouses you, doesn’t it pet?” She called, as Katarina sucked in sharply to her lover’s words. It’d been difficult for the two to engage in any sexual activities after the collar had been removed, and they tried to work through their problems. Yet using her favorite word immediately made Katarina’s eyes slip half-closed, eyes glossy as she murmured back almost possessed. “Yes, Mistress.” Giving a knowing smirk, she pinned her full weight on the tiny and lifted a foot to Katarina’s hand, stepping down firmly. “Good. Now get on the floor. My boots are rather filthy and are in need of a good cleaning. I tried someone else but their efforts were, in a word, pathetic. I want you to show her how a real boot licker does it.” She commanded with a dominant air as LeBlanc kicked up her legs on the carriage bench, getting comfortable as she began to tease herself at the sight. Katarina couldn’t even find the words to reply, giving a slow nod as she got on her knees before her dominant lover, hand still teasing her aching slit.
Lowering her face to the plated boot, her tongue immediately began to lick and worship the boots to a nice polished shine, the trickles of her juices trailing down her thighs as she heard a few thumps beside her. Taking a quick glance, she could see LeBlanc’s high heels and panties discarded and shortly after a soft pressure on her back. She knew that she’d become the leader’s footrest, helping her spread her legs as she openly reveled in the scene before her. The scent of the woman’s sex filled the air, as Katarina’s own drive began to grow… needy, hungry to be used like this. The same urges that compelled her to slip on the collar for the last time, to submit. She couldn’t stop her urges, licking and kissing her lover’s boot as the wet, sweaty sole occasionally stepped down atop her head and forced her to worship her lover.
Taking a seat, Lux smirked and slowly slid her boot to the right, flipping over the dragoness on her stomach and pinning her to the floor. Pointing a finger down, the blue-skinned girl felt herself drawn up by Lux’s magic, as she was bound to her sole… and slowly lifted towards Katarina’s massive face. Shocked at the sudden sight of her tiny ex-tormentor, Katarina’s lust was temporarily paralyzed by sympathy and confusion, her brain still not understanding that this tiny, blue speck beneath her lover’s boot was Shyvana. Yet as she remained dazed, she heard a voice looming above. “I’ve applied a bit of magic to help her stick to my boot, but I’m not sure if I made it too strong, pet. Your task is to clean my bootsole, and if you do I’ll let you cum.” She commanded, receiving a small eager nod from the girl as her tongue immediately went to work. The blonde giantess laughed, and continued. “No, I can tell you don’t understand. You need to clean everything from my sole before you get to cum.” She clarified, as the lust-addled girl took a sharp breath in as she realized it. “B-B-But Mistress, you… d-don’t allow me to spit up anything I clean… I-I have to swallow it all…” she murmured, her heart racing as she slowly cast her gaze up to the girl’s wicked smirk. Slowly lifting her sole with the tiny dragoness trapped beneath, she gently lowered it a few inches above her lover’s mouth as she continued with a single word. “Lick.”
Shyvana could see Katarina’s expressions, as her eyes slowly lowered down to Shyvana and she could see the gears turning in her head. She’d had Kat underfoot enough to know the looks of her lust, of when she was past the tipping point, where her need to get off was too much, that it overrode her sensibilities. She never stopped playing with herself, lightly nibbling on the corner of her mouth as she murmured a single word for the dragoness’ ears only. “Sorry…” She spoke, her eyes closing as her cavernous maw slowly opened, as Shyvana knew what would be her fate. Saliva dripped from the girl’s colossal mouth, her pink wriggling tongue slowly extending as it pressed messily against the girl’s face, giving an exploratory lick as it slid down her body, lapping and pressing against her breasts, her stomach, her slit… and despite herself, the tiny dragoness couldn’t help but moan and squirm at the affections, as the soft pleasure of her tongue made her feel amazing despite her inability to move.
The redhead took long laps of the boot sole, doing her best to clean every inch of filth as her saliva began to coat Shyvana completely, her body slowly succumbing to the torturous pleasure that was Katarina’s massive tongue. Smaller than a bite of food, the huge tongue was easily able to pass over her body with lick after lick. The dragoness felt her own lust mounting, wishing that she could free a hand and pleasure herself. The size of the colossal tongue made it too clumsy to truly get between her legs as she craved, and she could only try to hope that she could force herself over regardless.
Within minutes, her dripping tongue had cleaned all on the sole but Shyvana, as the redhead looked up pleadingly towards her lover. “Mistress, I-I’ve cleaned everything off your boot but Shyvana… d-don’t you think that’s good enough?” She asked hopefully, twistedly. She knew that it wouldn’t be good enough for her lover, she just wanted to be put in her place… to be commanded… to hear her degrade their friend even further. Yet as Lux smiled, she giggled and spoke. “Mmmm, I don’t think you’re cumming at all.” She replied icily, lifting the foot from her face and burying the dripping wet and needy dragoness back against the fur. Paniced, Katarina crawled over and began to beg. “B-But why Mistress? T-The spell you cast was too strong, I couldn’t free her…” She murmured, before the towering girl gave a small giggle. “It’s because you called her something she isn’t. You will no longer refer to her by that name and instead call her ‘Slave’ and ‘Slave’ alone.” She spoke causally, using her free foot to slowly push Katarina on her back in the carriage. LeBlanc’s feet followed Katarina down to her slit, urging her to slide down her pants as the girl began to pleasure the black-clad servant, as Lux lifted the bootsole atop her. “I’ll be kind, and let you cum just as soon as we get back if you like. That’s only a few hours.” She compromised sweetly, a hit of madness in her eyes as she continued. “But if you want to cum now, you’ll beg me to let you to finish the job. To clean your Mistress’ boot completely, and to swallow the filth beneath it. What do you want, pet…?” She murmured teasingly, as she could see Katarina’s lust clouding her mind as she simply extended her mouth, wrapping around the tiny as she was doing everything she could to free her from the sole… licking, sucking, biting… Shyvana had been degraded to merely a ticket for the horny girl to get off. Silently wriggling her fingertips, Lux slowly undid the binding as she loosened Shyvana from her sole, unable to stop herself from slipping a hand down as she basked in her revenge. Her lover was at her feet, and the woman that almost stole her away forever was going to spend the next day in agony. Everything in its right place, she closed her own eyes as she focused on the sounds of Katarina’s mouth.
Shyvana’s relief of finally getting her body back was drowned out by the fear of Katarina’s massive mouth. Gazing down at the needy tongue and throat that threatened to swallow her up, she couldn’t help but whimper and start begging. “P-Please Katarina! P-Please, I don’t want to do this! T-This is too much! Y-You can’t swallow me! P-Please I promise I’ll lick your feet, I’ll worship your slit I’ll make you cum once we get back! J-Just stop this!” She screamed, before finally being sucked in by the submissive girl’s mouth. Immediately, the dragoness felt her breasts pressing against the tip of the tongue, before repositioned flat against its surface. Pressing her to the roof of her mouth, she began to slowly and gently suckle her back and forth, smothering her with the warmth and wet flavor of her saliva. The sounds from the giantess’ mouth boomed around her, her saliva smacking and dripping as the moans began to escape from her prison as she was clearly pleasuring herself to the sensation of sucking on the little small. Tears streaming down, the dragoness began to hate herself as a hand slid between her legs, starting to tease and pleasure her aching slit as she felt the frustration mounting that she was still uncontrollably aroused now. Yet as she pleasured, she heard a voice booming above.
“This is your life now, slave. Sold out for quick orgasm from the person I’m sure you would give you the most aid. You are in my world now, and you will quickly understand what it means to cross Luxanna Crossguard. Oh. And you’ll learn that releases need to be earned, little slut.” She grinned, snapping her fingertips as Shyvana was about to climax… yet it never came, drawing the tiny quarter-inch speck into a crying frenzy of arousal, hatred and despair. She was completely and utterly powerless and subject to the wills of the giantess, her sobbing drowned out by Katarina’s happy sloshing of moving the tiny girl all around her mouth as she reveled in her flavor. Yet still the voice boomed from outside. “Still, I know how lovely Katarina’s mouth is… you’re probably about to burst, as is she. I’ll make you a deal. You need to submit to me as your goddess, utterly and completely. Understand that every aspect of your life is mine to control and do as I wish, now and forever. You don’t even need to say it, you just need to think it and you’ll get the release you want. Aren’t I so nice~?” She called, growing drunk on the power she had over the tiny girl… Reveling in just how it felt to break her down, utterly and completely she pleasured herself for a few minutes as she enjoyed the show. Finally guiding a hand to Kat’s head, she smirked and patted her head. “Though I think you’ve played with your food enough, pet. I think it’s time to swallow and earn your release.”
Shyvana felt her buried rage finally come roaring out, as she was passing her breaking point. How dare that bitch try to hold her hostage! The dragon blood in her began to flow as she struggled and tried to transform, yet the oppressive pressure of Katarina’s tongue and mouth prevented it… the wet, slimy confines making it impossible to resist and fight back. Within a minute she was exhausted, her body going limp as she felt that fighting was pointless. Yet as she laid back and let the rage fade, she felt her arousal building again… her need growing, as she knew the wicked deal that she’d been offered. Her resistance crumbled, as she began to rationalize it… all she had to do was think it for just a moment, and she’d get to cum. “Goddess Luxanna.” She spoke emptily, frustrated as her hand rubbed and teased her slit. Yet as the command above her boomed, she fell into a panic. Katarina was already starting to move her to the back of the throat, to plop her into her awaiting stomach. Frantically teasing herself, she began to whisper over and over again. “Goddess Luxanna… Goddess Luxanna… Goddess Luxana…” She whimpered quietly, desperate, needing anything to release… yet as she thought, she realized that right now, she truly was completely and utterly powerless to her. To her whims. She was being devoured at her will, that she controlled her orgasms… she’d already promised that she’d be owned by her as long as she wished… She truly was completely and utterly powerless to her and reliant on her. Yet as she felt the revelation flush over body, too came the knowing sensation of begin tucked back by the tongue, forcing her in the throat as she felt that familiar wave of pleasure washing over her body… the orgasm taking her as she trailed down Katarina’s throat as she felt the shame drowned out by bliss… landing in the wet confines of Katarina’s stomach murmuring to herself softly. “Goddess Luxanna…”
Shyvana spent what felt like hours stewing in Katarina’s stomach, the loud growling of the giantess human reminding her of her own hunger. What initially guided Shyvana was panic, as she felt terrified that she’d end up being devoured within the stomach of the giantess, but those thoughts slowly gave way to boredom. Her magic protected her for the slow gnawing of acid, and as long as she didn’t let herself be tugged in by the ebb and flow of the stomach she’d remain exactly where she was. Sitting with her back against the stomach lining, her hands wrapped tightly around her knees as she began to ponder everything that’d happened to her… thinking back to that fateful night she’d succumbed to her urges and collared Katarina for the last time.
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It was a brutal march north on a hot, sticky summer day. Shyvana struggled to keep up the physical training of the small group of girls. Most of them were used to fighting in short bursts, and had neither the time nor the luxury to learn how to properly march over a long period of time. Struggling to keep a balance of forward progress while still properly training their bodies, the towering dragoness would frequently give rewards and punishments to those that did well or poorly in their training.
Earlier, they had a race around several obstacles where Shyvana would cook everyone a warm meal for all the participants, except the one that came in last place. The loser would receive no food, and instead would have to get their fill lapping at the sweaty feet of everyone else, beneath the table as they ate. Shyvana’s preference of having servants worship her feet were well known, as well as the draconian training policies she enacted as the group’s military leader. Akali was the clear winner, finishing up the course in record time and helping out Shyvana with cooking as the rest of the girls raced. Leona, Shauna Vayne and Katarina all cleared the course quickly, their physical prowess allowing them to easily make it to the end.
It was the mages that struggled the most; Sona, Lux and LeBlanc all were used to short exercise and Shyvana insisted that they weren’t allowed to use magical aid when running the course. LeBlanc still had the muscle memory of her time as Jarvan, pushing her body past its limits and still managing to clock in a respectable time. The final two struggled greatly, as they were constantly fatigued from the march and training. Sona simply wasn’t used to using her feet all the time, and Lux simply never exerted herself for longer periods when wearing her armor. Falling behind, the light mage dreaded losing out on another meal and decided that she had to win no matter the cost. One the course passed through the nearby forest, she used her magic to pass over a small hill and get ahead of Sona, leaving the songstress to come in last place and suffer the fate of having to worship the other girls’ soles as they ate.
After the sun had set, most of the girls were exhausted from all the training so Shyvana let them off for the remainder of the evening while she did some solo training on her own. She kept her battle regalia on as she did three laps around the perimeter of the castle to try and push her remaining stamina beyond her limits. As she conducted her own training past nightfall, a note was slipped inside her private training room.
On her return, she had just stepped foot inside the room and noticed a faint crinkling beneath her filthy boot. Plucking it from the ground, she unfold it as her blood began to boil, her teeth clenched as she saw two words written in the note. Lux cheated. The weary dragoness felt her irritation quickly surface as her blood began to boil, fuming out puffs of smoke from her nostrils when she exhaled. “That cheating little.. argh!” She shrieked, slamming the door shut as she headed straight towards the nearest watch post that housed a few of the guards. She ordered one to immediately head directly to Lux and Kat's bedroom to summon Katarina to a mandatory meeting about camp security. She instructed the guard to keep her busy for at least thirty minutes before dismissing her.
After waiting ten minutes for the guard to steal Kat away, she slipped back to her own room as she tucked something inside her pouch. The collar. LeBlanc had decreed that the collar was no longer to be used, and that it contained dark magic that was too unpredictable and dangerous to be used… but the dragoness rationalized the mandate away. She’d used the collar more than anyone, and she knew what it could do first hand. It could turn whomever wore it into an obedient footslave, and after all of her training her massive blue feet wriggled in the swampy confines of her boots. Her slit began to tingle as she took a quick look around to slip a hand down, gently teasing herself. Yes, she’d be using Lux’s mouth for her pleasure tonight as she administered her punishment. Tugging out her hand, she finally headed over to the Lux and Kat’s room. She pounded on the door and waited for the girl to open it. “It’s Shyvana Lux. Open up!”
Lux yawned, slowly stirring from her bed as she heard the noise. Her silken nightgown gently kissed her skin as she slid out from the sheets; she'd felt pretty tired from all of the activity and opted for a bit of rest in lieu of the post-meal independent training. However, as soon as she heard Shyvana's voice, panic flooded her body as she tried to figure out what to do, and how to play off the situation... At first, she frantically threw off the nightgown and tried to hurriedly put on her standard attire. As her legs were through the skintight leggings, as she called out. “C-Coming! Just a second Shyvana!” She continued to furiously put on the garb at a moment's notice, managing to fully dress in her standard attire in just under twenty seconds. Her face flushed, she opened the door and immediately began to fall to her knees, kissing the tips of Shyvana's boots. “I-I skipped out on training! I was tired and laziness overrode me... T-There's no excuse a-and I know I'm to be punished... b-but please understand that this training is incredibly difficult for me... Please, Shyvana...” The girl had endured enough of Shyvana's punishments that she knew that resisting just made it worse... the best plan was complete and utter submission to the dragoness... and worship. Lots, and lots of worship. Lux placed her face flat on the ground, sticking her tongue and attempting to lick beneath the boot sole that rested flat against the ground, not daring to lift her eyes towards the dragoness.
It certainly wasn't the greeting she expected from the frantic girl but it was most pleasing. She reveled in the lovely display of seeing the guilt completely consuming the girl to the point of offering herself over to atone for her wrong-doings. The faint candlelight from the hallway illuminated Shyvana's form just enough for Lux to notice that her blue skin was covered in a sheen of sweat that was made not too long ago. The minor smell of the dragoness' musk soon flooded Lux's senses as her eyes glanced over to the flithy metal plate that housed a horrific amount of salty fluids within them. She kept the boot that Lux was worshiping in place while lifting the other and resting the sole of it on the girl's head. “At least you don't have the audacity to try and pretend that your behavior has displeased me today. Not only are you neglecting your duties to improve yourself through my training menu… but I have recently discovered that you are guilty of cheating in that race we had today.” She pressed down her sole, forcing Lux's face against the boot tip. “How do you propose you make up for screwing up so badly huh? I may be tempted to just tell the other girls about how much of a lying cheat you are… Maybe foot bitch duty for a month might teach you what it means to disrespect me.”
“I-I...” She gulped, as Akali had already seen fit to punish Lux quite harshly, and even then she'd felt guilt stirring and actually helped Sona with the rest of her chores to make up for the torture. She paused, trying to figure out how to best handle the situation before continuing. “I-I was already discovered by Akali, Shyvana... She made it very clear that she'd always have eyes on me and made me worship her feet as punishment... S-Sona was there, but the kind thing didn't want me to lick her feet despite the torture I put her through... S-So I spent the next few hours doing her chores for her. I-I know I'm a cheat and I'm lazy and I've been a pampered girl and I've done horrible things... I-I can't help it, but I'm trying...” She whimpered, as she started to cry - her head turning to lick and worship the underside of Shyvana's filthy boot, tongue sliding between the ridges as she worshiped the dragoness. “I-I don't know what else to do, Shyvana... b-but t-to make it up... I-I'd... be willling...” She gulped. “T-To do… anything… you wanted…”
It seemed like to Shyvana that Lux was carefully handpicking her words to try and make the dragoness feel remorseful with punishing the girl. It was the opposite - Shyvana's smiling widening with each passing second as she rotated her ankle to mash the boot sole on top of the girl's head. Already her gorgeous blonde hair was tainted with the dirt and mud that was caked on the dirty sole. “You not only forced Sona to miss a much-needed meal, she had to take her time worshiping as you enjoyed the fruits of her labor. No. Simply licking my feet wouldn’t be good enough. I want you to be small enough to fit inside my boot, as you worship me and learn your place.” The fearful girl trembled slightly, as she tried to process her words. Small enough? From what Lux knew, none of them knew shrinking magic. Eventually the pieces clicked in her mind, as she let out a short gasp.
“Y-You mean the collar…? B-But LeBlanc…” She tried to speak, before the towering dragoness put down more of her weight atop the mage. “Isn’t here. It’s either a month of foot bitch duty, or I will give you the privilege of fixing your mistake by putting on the collar for me.” She continued, as her lips curled into a wicked grin. “I want you to beg me to do it though.” She continued, as the towering girl couldn’t stop herself. Her hands perched on her hips, she slowly slipped one beneath the hem of her panties as she began to pleasure herself to the sight of Lux’s humiliation. “N-No, I couldn’t do that… S-Shyvana… please… T-Take the collar... shrink... a-and... g-go.. i-inside y-your boot...” She whimpered and cried; it was clear just how terrified she was but she knew she hand to make amends. After her pathetic begging, the sounds of her tears and the lapping of her tongue against the filthy sole filling the room.