
The crowd roared, cheered, and beckoned for more. The tiny Breloom was bemused as he sat there, hopelessly stuck between a pair of massive legs, with a fairly large belly pressing against his back. Among his struggle to breathe, he couldn't help but wonder. What was going on? Who was arranging these horrendously one-sided fights, and why was HE always selected?
Once again, his opponent was at a type disadvantage as well, as if to add insult to injury, and oh the many injuries he was sure to suffer after this.
The Milotic, refined as usual, casually and calmly sat there, squishing, crushing, and grinding him in this never-ending leg lock, requiring no effort to compress his tiny little body. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he could hear the Milotic softly chuckling at his expense.
"Hmhmhm... fascinating, isn't it?" Sabelle spoke, staring down at her prey. "All these people have paid to come and watch the beautifully fantastic me completely and utterly destroy you, despite the fact that this is hardly even a match..." She put her hand to her ear. "Just listen to them, dear."
Gus listened, and all he could hear was the word "squish" again and again out of the mouths of hundreds of spectators. The Breloom felt overwhelmed and powerless against this environment, if he wasn't already feeling powerless to Sabelle's pillar-like legs.
"Ah yes..." Sabelle sighed. "They want to see more, and more they shall have." She looked down at the squirming Gus once again. "I apologize if you were expecting mercy, little 'loom, but as you know of me by now, I am a crowd pleaser, and don't intend on disappointing my loving fans."
As her legs between to close ever tighter on him, the sides of her mouth curled up with anticipation. "Now then, my darling little opponent, shall we continue?"
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See? I told you the G-Force aren't going anywhere. @D@
So here's a girl I haven't done anything art-wise with since I first drew her–Sabelle. I'm happy to bring her center stage once again.
Enjoy!
Milotic and Breloom © GameFreak
Lady Sabelle and Gus ©
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Once again, his opponent was at a type disadvantage as well, as if to add insult to injury, and oh the many injuries he was sure to suffer after this.
The Milotic, refined as usual, casually and calmly sat there, squishing, crushing, and grinding him in this never-ending leg lock, requiring no effort to compress his tiny little body. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he could hear the Milotic softly chuckling at his expense.
"Hmhmhm... fascinating, isn't it?" Sabelle spoke, staring down at her prey. "All these people have paid to come and watch the beautifully fantastic me completely and utterly destroy you, despite the fact that this is hardly even a match..." She put her hand to her ear. "Just listen to them, dear."
Gus listened, and all he could hear was the word "squish" again and again out of the mouths of hundreds of spectators. The Breloom felt overwhelmed and powerless against this environment, if he wasn't already feeling powerless to Sabelle's pillar-like legs.
"Ah yes..." Sabelle sighed. "They want to see more, and more they shall have." She looked down at the squirming Gus once again. "I apologize if you were expecting mercy, little 'loom, but as you know of me by now, I am a crowd pleaser, and don't intend on disappointing my loving fans."
As her legs between to close ever tighter on him, the sides of her mouth curled up with anticipation. "Now then, my darling little opponent, shall we continue?"
=======
See? I told you the G-Force aren't going anywhere. @D@
So here's a girl I haven't done anything art-wise with since I first drew her–Sabelle. I'm happy to bring her center stage once again.
Enjoy!
Milotic and Breloom © GameFreak
Lady Sabelle and Gus ©

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