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.