Groudon and Kyogre were the combative bunch, but their fighting didn’t come without consequences. They had certainly had their fair share of punishments from their sky lord for their endless quarreling: Being flattened into hieroglyphs next to each other, cramped into an url barley the size of one of their fingers, shrunk to the size of little ants… Rayquaza’s always seemed to have some humiliating fate for one of them to live for a few months on the ready, nearly coy with how ridiculous these “punishments” were getting. It felt like Rayquaza was playing with his little legendary beast dolls under the excuse that he was teaching them to finally play nice after all these centuries: a thought as hilariously hand slapping of what Groudon was suffering this time for instigating another fight. Every time, “it can’t be worse than last time” always rings through Groudon’s being, the humiliation suffered from last time surely being the most a regal being like himself could endure.

Of course, just like every other time this happened, he couldn’t have been proven more wrong. This time Rayquaza casually stuffed the red lump of scales into the wooden trophy board, moving him and hanging him somewhere before flying off to mutter he’d let Groudon go in 6 months. His arms, his body, his legs, his tail, all pressed into a jumbled mess that felt so compacted it was like every scrap of his skin was being shoved into every other patch of scales, every single claw, every finger, all smashed together into an amazingly flattened, immobile lump. Whatever, it was going to be as boring as being smashed into that stupid little urn… That was until Groudon’s eyes blinked, his head turned, and his toes twitched. His muddled muddy mind needed a second to catch on that not all of him was pressed away into obscurity! His head swiveled and turned like normal, and with it, his cheeks brushed up to another part of his body. His whole foot clutched in shock as the spike on the side of his head gave his footsole a deeply shocking poke, leading Groudon to another shocking revelation forcing his eyes to dart over, just to double check. There was no mistake: his luxurious tootsies were sitting at the sides of his face, sitting free in full 3d just like his head! The whole foot trophied Groudon hung up on a cliffside in a cove! “Gahahaha, dumb Rayquaza missed some spots! I’ll be out of his stupid time out in no time!”

With the rest of his body cramped between the thin confines of the trophy board, Groudon had nothing but his head and his massive monster feet to rely on for freedom. His first thought was to use his muscular stompers to claw himself out of the board with ease, though as his oafish toes clawed around, and his ankle bent down with all the energy it had, there was a glaring problem with his idea: there was nothing for his feet to grab on to, and absolutely no way his ankles had the flexibility to push into the board or the cavern cliff he was hanging from. There was nothing for his maw to bite into either to pull away, leaving Groudon the only option of trying to worm his way free from this board with his raw strength. Surely, it should have been easier than usual with half of his body parts already poking out of the container he was a prisoner in, but this hunk of wood felt VERY different. Almost like it wasn’t just holding him, but pressing him, like it was pushing him back in as he tried to wriggle himself free, flapping his feet and causing his trophy to swing on the spot. Groudon tried twitching different parts of his body haphazardly, trying to jerk his free bits with all the mighty kaiju strength he had to pull even a single wrinkle of his skin free from that board. Likewise, he put his mind to trying to even budge any bit of his being that was squished shut inside of that trophy board, trying to force it to slip even a bit, hoping there would be some kind of crack or fault in the board he could burst out of.

Alas, after a couple of hours of trying it was finally, painfully clear to the dangerously grumpy beast: he was completely, utterly trapped like this. His body was helplessly locked away in an innocent, weak looking slab of wood, and despite Groudon’s bottomless well of strength he had been squished and contained in just the right way that there was no way he could get even a crumb of leverage to work off of; he would be stuck as a paw trophy, hanging in a cove, until somebody let the poor beastie free. Groudon slurred out a deep, grovely growly noise formed from primal irritation, reverberating through the beachwood shell which currently encased most of his body… It hadn’t even been a day, but he was already sick of sitting there in the same spot with nothing to do but wriggle his sumptuous footsies, suspended like a stupid art piece over the splashing waves. Just as Groudon was about to resign himself to this annoying, awful fate for the day, of course, it somehow got worse…

Groudon grunted as bubbles started to float up from the water nearby. Flying up, and popping into a little packet of… What sounded like giggles? The stream got louder, and close to the surface, until a splash of water burst out with Kyogre cracking himself up at the sight in front of himself! Groudon squinted, both him and his feet, a steady growly stream coming out from how soaked that splash got im! “Grrr! Watch it you fat orca, you got water all over my regal crest and my kingly feet!
“Ahahaauhauauahaaaa!! Heheheeahahaa, sorry, you just, ahahauaa, just look so STUPID! This has gotta be the best punishment Raquaza’s given out yet!”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Easy for you to say, your not CRUSHED INSIDE OF A STUPID WOODEN BOARD WITH NO WAY TO GET YERSELF FREE! RAAARGH,” giant red feet flapping around in a total tantrum, steaming with all the pure agitation Groudon’s gotten from his body being so cramped up! The tantrum was comedy gold for the orca, who once again had quite the laughing fit at all that anger, thinking of all the ways he could have even more fun…

One of those methods came soon enough as Groudon’s teeth clenched up and shuttered in shock, more water splashing on his footsole. As if being stuck in the stupidest, tooniest way wasn’t bad enough, he definitely got a big shock every time something touched his usually hidden cherry-earthy soles, exposed and completely kicked out, almost like he was ASKING for things to touch and rub into them! “Gruh, didn’t I tell you! Stop splashin your water everywhere like a man… iac.” Groudon trailed off as he looked down to his watery foe floating in the water. A drip of water slid out from Kyogre’s mouth, the ends of which were curled up into a devilish smirk… The toony terror on Groudons face painted the relization of that water being no mistake this time!

Indeed, Kyogre shot out a thin stream of water like a decorative fountain at one of Groudon’s poor, completely exposed feet. “C’mon, why the long face you grumpy land dino? I thought I’d come give you something to do besides watch your own toes wiggle for months!” Groudon was shooting back at his rival a deathy, dangerously grumpy look through his burning yellow eyes, but if anything he was more frustrated and ashamed with himself over the situation! It was bad enough Kyogre saw him like this, nevermind the fact that all he was doing was shooting out a little harmless stream of water. It was just a cute little spray, and there was no way for him to move his gigantic, mighty feet out of the way of the blast. There was nothing his poor paws could do to defend from it besides clench themselves as tight as they possibly could, Groudon’s sole clutched up in wrinkles from how hard he was bending his foot inwards. Even with his best effort, he accomplished nearly nothing, the tingly feeling of the impact and the maddening feeling of that sloppy, wet, aggravating water trickling down his sole completely unavoidable, bugging him to no end, unable to even distract himself from it.

This was how he was going to be for the next six months, anybody able to tease and torture his feet. Anybody able to say what they want, do what they want with him. And there’s nothing, Groudon, the useless trapped toon, could do about it.

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It's been a while, eh? This is a comm I got from  unknownboy pretty recently, and for all the pictures I've gotten as of late I wanted to write a little story for all of them to get myself back into the writing groove. Some personal stuff in my life is getting a bit better which helped the mood along for writing some, so expect some more quickwritin in the future from me!