Arceus clenched her eyes shut and took deep greedy breaths of air. Her whole body tingled and felt partly numb as she slightly drooled. Florges walked around her prone body, cockily. "Seems the mask finally cracked all the way. Those muscles aren't much good laying on the floor."
Florges stood over Arceus' hips and gripped Arceus' arms. "Come on, show everyone that face." she said as she raised her opponent up, showing to everyone surprise and embarrassment Arceus with her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes partly crossed. The action of lifting her to her feet, even being touched, felt oddly pleasing to her. She slowly set her feet on the mat and, for a moment, forgot she was even in a fight.
"You look tired, how about a lift?" Florges snarked as suddenly, Arceus felt Florges' bust firmly on her back, then her strong hand grabbed Arceus' bust, lifting them up and taking hold of her perked up nipples, squeezing them in another twisting bout of pleasure and pain.