The Queendom of Podia p3 Last time we had a look and saw th..

The Queendom of Podia p3 Last time we had a look and saw the life of a Guardsman & Cobbler. Today let's visit a couple more Podians. The Recruit: He wakes up and wonders if he is even still within the borders of the Queendom as the new recruits arrive to the legendary military academy. This handsome, hard bodied and fit man is 20 years of age. Enlisting in The Queens Army as soon as he hit age requirement. TQA are studious, honorable, courageous and efficient. Getting to the Academy and walking through those double doors is a major life accomplishment on its own. Meaning you fit the requirements. Recruits must: Be at LEAST 20 years of age. Pass a physical, mental and emotional health exam. Pass a general knowledge test. Must be able to see The Queens feet for 5 minutes without making a mess. Once he passes through the doors he is met with a group of tough looking men and women. The one in the middle speaks, he is loud and authoritative, but more concerned father than tyrant: “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to The Queens Academy. We do hope you enjoy your time here, but you should be made aware now that not all of you will graduate this academy, and if you do, I will march! Naked! In the COURTYARD! Having said that I believe you men and women deserve to be here. You are expected to be on time, attentive and ready to defend Queen, continent and your fellow Podians! My associates here will take over now, I will see you out there.” After this introduction, the two groups come forward both consisting of one man and one woman. The recruits are split into two groups and moved to the barracks. As soon as the doors shut on the groups and their new teachers. The familiar scent of The Queens feet fills the room and you with all your peers begin a symphony of surrender, bending over, and some falling over. Making messes and moans on repeat. Our friend loses consciousness shortly after the 4th accident. The Academy Instructor: It won’t be long before the newest batch of recruits arrives, she thinks to herself as she’s performing her morning routine. Pressing her uniform, shining those boots nicely. She eats a simple breakfast and goes to finish the most important part of her uniform. She braces herself for opening the packaging, for as soon as the scent hits her nose her knees slam together and she slowly slides to the floor with drool. Once she recovers her brain, she slips the new socks onto her still bare feet. Her least favorite part of the morning is opening her instructor uniform socks. Made specially to be concentrated with the scent of the current Queens feet. Making her boots and feet smell exactly like them. The only downside to this training tactic is that often times the scent of a new pair is overwhelming enough to cause even the instructors to have accidents. As she walks to the welcoming area, she recalls her training here at the Academy. Flashing through images of her instructors making her accident the same way she is about to do to these new recruits. How soaked her and everyone’s uniform pants would be at the end of each training day. The time a fellow recruit messed up so badly both the Male and Female instructors smothered his face with their bare feet until he passed out from exhaustion. Her already sweating toes wiggle, working in the scent from her socks deeply. Ready to make sure the next generation of The Queens Army are tough as nails.