There was a long pause, but finally Aphrodite responded to your plea. The voice in your head was not as powerfully resonant as before, but there was almost something...malicious in the goddess's voice.
Your claim is true; however, this is taking far too long.
Abruptly, you felt a strong gust of wind push from behind you, pushing you in Meg's direction. The flurry hurtled you away from your hiding spot in the bush, and you instinctively reached out. Your hand caught hold of a branch and grasped it. You held onto it as hard as you could. Soreness spread through your muscles as you desperately tried to keep hold, but your will was no match for a goddess's. You let go of the bush and the strong wind carried you to a stone bench.
THUD!
You bounced against the unforgiving stone and then landed on your face unceremoniously. Pain fogged your senses as you slowly turned over. Expecting to see the dark night sky, you were caught off guard to instead see only dark pink. Your blood ran cold when you realized what the cleft in the silk sky above you meant.
That's Meg! She's about to sit on me!
You tried to scramble out of the way, but it was far too late. Meg's butt came crashing on top of you, smushing you between her soft cheek and the hard bench. The oppressive weight stopped you from getting free, or even trying to wiggle out from under her. You groaned into the unaware woman's butt. This was exactly the situation you were trying to avoid.
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Aphrodite laughed to herself. She had not expected you to become a cushion for somebody, but it was not an unwelcome turn of events. In fact, it gave her an idea. Perhaps she could change the conditions on your punishment. She would let this play out a little bit though, as she wanted to see how you would do with Meg, and wasn't in any hurry to save you.
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You were still buried under Meg, who was still lamenting to herself. She was unaware that she wasn't the only person around who was unhappy with their current position. Meg had shifted some during her soliloquy, plastering you even further into the bench.
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