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Lady Arceus is something of a phantom fighter in the Pits. It's known she is the leader of a very powerful group of legendary warriors, but seeing her fight is exceedingly rare, and as a result, no one is sure of her abilities.
Phoenix had been making a name for herself, but she was still a solo fighter and other groups were eager to scoop her up, but none of them promised the usage of her full abilities.
Until one night, she was invited to a private ring by Lady Arceus herself. She had a couple of bouncers around her, but they were not nearly as intimidating as her. Phoenix was interested, the tale of Lady Arceus enough to intrigue anyone, but here before Phoenix was her chance to see if she was the real deal.
A private fight to gauge the myth.
While Phoenix held nothing back, Lady Arceus seemed to flow like the tide and hit harder than a crashing wave. The techniques this living myth used were different, so unique and mysterious that withstanding them was near impossible, much less reversing them. Phoenix wasn't one to quit, however, and pressured on.
She managed to get her opponent into the air, a place Phoenix thought she would have an advantage, but before she knew what happened, a new technique was placed on her that wrenched her entire body at once, instantly rendering her completely unable to fight on.
Hours later, she awoke in the ring all alone, a single card with a phone number on it. Moreso, Phoenix realized that the technique that was used on her wasn't even the full move, yet the fighter that performed it was nowhere to be seen.
Truly a myth to behold.
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Phoenix called the number on the card, but all she was greeted with was an automated message that listed an address.
She decided to visit the address, unaware of what was awaiting her.
It was a small decrepit warehouse. She still went in, the place dusty and dark, save for light shining under a single door. Upon opening it, she was greeted with the sight of Lady Arceus wearing a cloak over her form.
For Phoenix showing her unbeatable courage of facing her superior in combat and not every retreating, Lady Arceus had a reward for her.
Throwing her cape aside, the mythical lady stood before her and invited Phoenix to worship her body.
The two alone, Phoenix took her up on the offer, approaching her and slowly feeling every muscle in her body, groping her arms, her back, then sliding down to her legs and supple ass, feeling how her perfect skin would give like the softest cushion, but only a twitch would render them as thick and hard as steel.
Time was soon lost on both of them as Phoenix continued to appreciate this perfected body, her own drive to remove her own imperfections stoked as she worshiped the exquisite form before her and within her grasp.
Surely she would return home to work on rebuilding her body, but not until she was done worshiping the perfection before her.