The Arrogance of the Ignorant. - Pages 19 and 20

Twofer, this time! You didn/t think I wasn't gonna post anything this month, right?

Instead of nothing, you get TWO! Happy Halloween!

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She was smashed, crushed, by a combination of two meaty bottoms. A seat of dominance

by Florges as she calmly looked down, satisfied she couldn't see Arceus's face

as the screams she gave suddenly came to a stop. She managed to complete the most

tortuous part of her signature Flower Throne hold, where there was no possible

escape.

The way everything was settled, the mystic titan was folded at her back 

the wrong way: her back was almost bended into an spiral, and her spine

almost formed a circle, close to crack under the pressure of a pair of 

big, muscular asses. It felt as if ligthing bolts using the vertebrae as

a lighting rod to land, ardous sentations pulsing across the entire body.

And Arceus felt every bit of it. Right under those two godly buttocks, damped

by falling sweat, there was not the face of a warrior, but the stressed face

of an animal enduring an unrelenting cascade of pain and misery, salivating

like a rabied animal and starting to let go of tears, not of sadness, but of

suferring and frustration, no more screams or yelps, but growls and groans.

Arceus was as freaked out as she has never been. She felt every muscle fiber

of her body screeching, ripping apart. Her lungs were shut from any air in her

current hold, and started to burn. Her eyes were wide open, but she could not

see, blackness was starting to take over. Her muscles and body were starting 

to give up to the pressure, collapsing and falling apart.

Her fatigue and nausea catched up to her face, grimacing as it was, as her eyelids

slowly went shut. Only able to pitifully growl and groan, any semblance of 

pleasure was gone, the suffering having take it's place. Even the sweat drops

falling above her, raining down her face felt like knives cutting her skin.

She could not take anymore of this meaty hell.

In a sudden, last, desperate train of instinct, not even a thought, her subconcious

took over her body, with what little energy it had. And that instinct did the one

thing Arceus in all her millenia never did once.

She tapped out.