Filling him with balls

Syndra was in a no-nonsense mood today, as she traversed the forest. An infuriated look locked onto her face perpetually, as she clenched and unclenched her fists. Lashing out suddenly she grabbed a nearby tree and flung it across the way, smashing it into the path, and then straight into another set of trees. It was like this every month, and it wasn't likely to change until she started getting some. Having an entire area to yourself was the worst for meeting new people, but such was life in the outskirts of Ionia.
Feeling her temper spark, she was ready to grab a whole bunch of trees, stopping only when she had heard the one thing that could throw her over the edge. "Who needs a map?" came Ezreal's voice, shattering the silence of the forest and bringing Syndra's self control to an end. Quickly gliding into the clearing where Ezreal was messing around, Syndra found she had already generated a dark sphere in her hand, and with a look of glee she flung it at the boy, managing to hit him straight in the face and into the ground. Ezreal lay paralyzed for a quick minute, his mind reeling from the shock, and that was all Syndra needed. Raising him roughly, she ensured he was snared tightly in place, before materializing an entire line of dark spheres, slowly compressing them until they were roguhly the size of a fist. Knowing he must have been wondering what was in store, she quickly rocketed one through the air, straight into his unprepared asshole. "YOWZA!" he yelped, his body seizing as he grabbed hold of his ass with his hands. Unfortunately, that would not stop the dark sovereign, who relished in her control of the boy, before sending in two at once, and then three. Unconsciously, she had managed to continue production of spheres, all the perfect size to shove into his ass. Realizing this a few minutes in, Syndra did the math real quick. She had already stuffed 20 spheres into him. A pang of guilt and curiosity hit her at the same time.
Disregarding the consequences, she added two more, the extra pressure finally bypassing Ezreal's pain threshold, as a particularly strong arcane shift hit, whisking him away.

Dumbfounded, Syndra smiled. This turned out to be a really nice way to relieve stress. She'd have to try it again next month.

Awakening at Piltover General Hospital, Ezreal found that only Jayce was there with him this time, lowering his Ionian fantasy book, and winking at him the moment he realized the boy had came to.