A Queen's Dessert [BAD END]

"The mutt's flavor should suffice though. Any catch can work as a toy, but a Lucario...?" Queen Vexna murrs aloud as her fingers roll a series of taps along her soft yellow stomach. "...that I must at least give one try. Warden Talia, please indulge in the feeding. Marshal Razz, be a dear and watch the full process~"

And in a mere snap of her fingers, the Vespiquen seals your fate to be her dinner, the same apparent end as both Jackal and Gold. To think Jackal's size especially could be consumed by here and taken care of so easily, it dares your eyes to glance to the stomach you'd soon be meeting. The bee-woman softly rakes the fingers of a hand over her middle; the yellow midsection of her figure showing a fresh padding layer of Typhlosion and Golduck to it. Its soft hide gives way from the sharp ends of the clawed fingers and creases the doughy meat at their ends. Your ears fold back and your shoulders kick into high gear. "Mmphk! Nghrk-bhhf!" You wordlessly growl in your muzzle's restraints as the Scolipede woman just hauls you up and over to the hungry queen, dreading that soon you'd be that yellow paunch for her to idly grope at in her boredom.

"By your command, My Queen" Both Talia and Razz state in unison, the Beedrill in question even cupping his chest gently in a bow before stationing himself with crossed arms to see you fall for your own consequence. He had no hesitation about your demise at all, no concern on his face. He played his part well. You, however, did not at all.

Brought closer to Queen Vexna, all you can do is watch the excitement on her face transition into one of readied hunger; the bee tyrant's maw opens its mandible-like mouth to reveal the cavernous space that's enjoyed countless of captured meals, all nameless to her, and all meat like you. The best that you could hope for is that you'd leave an impression on the queen's tongue palate to at least be enjoyed to any degree; your life amounting to one meal of one day to someone who wasn't even infected. The worst you could hope for is to be a disappointing flavor that she wouldn't want to indulge again, hopefully sparing some other poor dumb Lucario the same fate.

That very palate glistens with a tongue of a vibrant hot-golden color, something that'd normally be rather eye-catching for how it nearly glows, but now it was taking up all of your vision. In a clenching bite, the queen's maw clamps down together around your head, squeezing your face inside. Your muzzle rides along that slippery bed as your nose hits the gullet, already swallowing to bump the snout against its backwall. Her throat is quick to pin your muzzle in place which grants her tongue the chance to truly appreciate the face of her victim; in the form of curling licks and squeezes of her cheek-walls of course. Your face is compressed in together tightly which pinches her mandibles all the more around at your head. Their biting grip tightly gnaws in place which is more than enough to elicit a grunting whine out of you, but it muffles all the same by the candied honey encasing your mouth. "Nnh-Nnnwmhfh..."

For her though, it just sweetens the deal. The honey of your gag begins to melt from the heat of her maw and the saliva coating around it from the strokes of that vivid tongue. It creates a golden glaze to marinate your entire wincing face, suffering its sweet aroma to inhale in your nose and to leak its oddly delightful taste into your own lips. The honey adds a dessert-like touch to your rare-species taste. "Schhlk...clck, mmllhgmh~" Queen's Vexna's voice reverberates all around you, within the mess of wet clicks of her tongue and the slickened suckles of her mouth tightening on you.

A fearful tingle makes its way down your spine in that moment. The immobilization of your body, the darkness blinding your world with only that horrid glowing golden tongue to guide you to the pit of that glistening gullet, the fear that you never came close to helping the world by simply denying the trust of a stranger; It all made your heart pound louder in your ears than the bee queen's own wet moans. The slick clicks and slimy slurps flood your eardrums, but nothing could mute the drum of your blood pumping as fast as it could in your body. Your ears grow hot and your awkwardly squished face blushes. Fear, shame, anger. It all boils in your blood. So much so, that an extra pressure was added. You can feel it at your groin. Of all things to happen right now, your shaft was getting hard. Be it a fear-boner or the weird lust you feel for getting churned and absorbed, you uncomfortably whine as the tight space of the cocoon just pins your rising cock against your own belly, squeezing powerfully and sandwiched by the candied rock of the interior.

The Scolipede warden currently keeping you held in place sees through the translucent and warped 'glass' of the honey cocoon, seeing your arousal wince in place as the Vespiquen snacks at your head. Talia grunts a callous remark, "Even in punishment, the escapee is in love with your presence, my Queen."

"M-Mmnghrk...stahh, nmhph..." It was hard for you to get any kind of word in. While most of the honey was melted down off your mouth to free it, the narrow jaws clamping down on you made it impossible to properly snipe back any complaints.

The Queen, although, had plenty of control of her mouth and was happy to show it. In a sudden pressure mashing your cheeks tight to your lips, your nose is tugged even harder to begin your descent. The gullet swallows your head completely inside with a loud 'gllrk' and Talia tilts your encased figure more at a ramped angle, feeding you downwards into the queen. Gulp and gulp, the bee demands for a proper filling. The candied chest and stomach of her Lucario meal slides with ease, recieving the same kind of tongue-bath as your face did. Her vocal delight sounds out around you constantly, but as the meal continues, the more muffled it becomes. Your pinned ears are distanced from her mouth and only ever get closer to something much louder now; the rumble of the Vespiquen's stomach beckons.

The thrum from the pit awaiting to claim you is very vocal, feeling its vibrations up the entire esophagus around your figure. Despite this, any looseness you feel when enough honey melts off from a part of your body is denied any proper freedom. Your arms pin to your sides all the same, and are collected into her throat with a heart swallow. "Mmglhp~!"

Things are only made worse when enough progress is made that you feel your nervous cock being granted some freedom to throb. Waist-deep in her now, the queen savors your shame when twisting her tongue around your honeyed cock. The spire spasms in the intensely thick honey, but its sweet nectar lubricates it in sugars for the queen to hungrily lap at. The gleaming tongue of hers flatly strokes up the underside of your dick, riding it up against your own belly to entice some shudders. You gasp in her, groaning to jump your dick in place which just splats the honey-lube all the more in her mouth. The tonguetip traces around to tease at your inches while the cheeks squeeze together to ensure you feel your own hips get bitten in by the mandibles.

"A-Auuhh...uahhh..." You heave timidly, wincing your cock and jerking in place which just jabs the meat at her tongue. The wet and fat tendril just courses to your heavy blue balls after leaving your dick in a hellish slippery mess. Each nad is cupped at to be lathered all the same, polished in her saliva, soaking in the natural sugars of the honey to get you to leak your own kind of nectar. Pre spurts in at her gullet, adding to her meal. Yet the queen just chuckles. She was used to it, from how it sounded, delighting in meals to offer their own marination as they all succumb to her stomach.

However, the Scolipede watching it all wasn't keen on this being a reward for you, and instead wished for your demise. In a sudden hoist, Talia ramps the remainder of your cocoon up, with only your legs left at this point to ingest. The unprompted gesture catches the queen off-guard, but certainly doesn't resist it. "Ghlk-! Mlghp, mh~" Her gullet works its magic and downs your hips in a wide bite, swallowing you further in and denying your goods any more attention. The Vesipuen clenches her armrests as her throat does most of the work. The cocoon's upward tilt and the descent of gravity make it all too easy to submerge your legs in, with the clamping her mouth after your encased hindpaws sink through. A final, ambient 'Ggglhp' sounds out to lock you permanently in. The honey itself melts along the trip within her throat, potentially gifting you the feeling of freedom, but that was all done for as you push through the stomach valve.

The queen relaxes back against her throne while clawing into her armrests. Her stomach swells out forward while your body is **** to hunker in the tight, hot chamber; the walls themselves balling you up uncomfortably. Your aching figure compresses together, in a mess of your own limbs with your erection pre'ing somewhere near your face, and the whole time, dense honey is slathered over your whole body. It was already difficult enough to move, but even harder with the thick nectar to shift any sore arm or leg around with.

Queen Vexna settles her hands onto her yellow belly from the outside to gently palm at it, shifting her meal in place as she exhales a wildly satisfied muse, "Oouuaaaahh, that was...incredible. Any Lucario the scouts find in the wild must be brought to me. Let not a single one of these dogs make it far, mmn-nnhh...~" She massages herself, drooling onto her own belly.

Talia gives a courteous bow to her majesty. "By your decree then. We will ensure they're hunted on-sight."

"Indeed..." Razz remarks, still standing where he was stationed, but unbeknownst to you was the onyx prick throbbing in place from him. The black member pulsates in having watched the whole display, perhaps aroused by the sight of his queen eating another morsel, or it could very well be one of envy, having wished to dine on your body instead after the stunt you pulled earlier today. Still, the bee's cock winces in the open hive chamber air as he wordlessly stares ahead, arms still crossed...but occasionally buzzing at his wings. He looked more solemn than annoyed. Perhaps, he saw something in you-

Not that you'd ever get to figure out. You were currently rumbling in a Vespiquen gut as the monarch herself demands in the haze of her pleasure, "Marshal...mnnh, tend to me...~"

The Beedrill obliges the order, sighing as he strides to approach her throne before taking a knee. "Yes, your Majesty." With both hands, he cups her widened yellow middle to gently stroke the smooth hide over, feeling you from within. The clawed fingers pinch in soft grabs to help nourish his queen and to settle you in better, much to your fatigue. The queen just moans all the more happily to roll her head up and flex her tautened gut to her marshal. The yellow tank molds in place gently, molding you along with it in your gooey mess.

"G-Gguh...ouughhh..." You groan from within as the sweltering heat was only getting worse for you. Your figure couldn't take much more ****. From the duel with Razz to the cocooning to the ingestion. Your body had taken a toll of pressure it wasn't meant for. At least, you didn't think you were meant to be food, but the moans of the queen around you seem to hint otherwise.

"Silence, dog." Razz orders directly to you when gripping the queen's stomach in together, vicely packing you still as you sputter for air. "Your punishment will come to its end soon enough." The Beedrill was going to express his annoyances with you in some manner, and with whatever little time he could.

The heavy steps of the voluptuous Scolipede sound out behind the kneeling Beedrill however, as Talia mutters, "I agree..." In a sudden lift of her big leg, the bug-stallion plants a hoof to the back of Razz's head to shove him face-first into Queen Vexna's middle. "Your punishment Razz will last as long as the Lucario's."

"M-Mnghphk?!" The Beedrill grunts in surprise as his face and mouth fully sink into his majesty's middle, doming it outwards even further which excites the Vespiquen. The queen claws into her armrests again and buzzes with utter pleasure, spreading her legs more to make room for Razz's press. The Beedrill grunts in annoyance as Talia just keeps him pressed in; his hatred of Talia was nearly outweighed by his desire to help deal with the tyranny of his queen, but he knew the Scolipede needed to feel some kind of victory over him if he was still elude any of the queen's concerns of his loyalty. Begrudgingly, he lets the Scolipede enjoy herself, and simply obliges to the warden's own demands. He stays in place, kneading his palms deep into her gut to fatten out the yellow meat outwardly wherever he pushed in; even his parted mouth joins in to gnaw softly at the belly. The squeezes lightly chomp at you, squishing your prison to just tighten or roll about.

Razz's erection winces in delivering such a justice to you, twitching with every muffled whine you give or any noise he can coax out of his own queen. His weighted yellow balls do their work under him, making him leak with such a rare excitement. Perhaps in his mind, he was hoping to have a round with you to pound or eat, maybe both in that same order with hips like yours.

Talia grunts a smirk to Razz's submission and keeps her hands to her hips, lightly twisting the hoof-end of her leg to the Beedrill's head as a gesture of her power here. It was hardly much of a punishment when compared to you however. Locked in place, honeyed over, and slowly churning in the sweet juices of the queen bee. You had hoped to deal with her yourself, but the error of your ways were clear that Razz's aid would've been more than just helpful, but necessary...

The darkness clouds over you in the pathetic situation, lulled into unconsciousness by the queen's idle moaning and Razz's worship to knead you off for good...

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...The rumbles of digestion echo in the throne room of the hive structure, added with the idle ambience of bee buzzes and pleasured coos. Queen Vexna was currently asleep upon her royal seat, soundly letting time pass as her middle deals with all the meat of the last prisoner. The fiery badger and aquatic duck were on thing, but this aura-fueled dog was invigorating; the amount of pounds it would all add to her figure were certainly going to keep her going for the month. She felt stronger after ingesting such a mutt.

Both her marshal and warden stood at either side of the throne, biding the time it took until their majesty finished her dinner-nap. Razz stood in silence the entire time, having his arms cupped behind his back to meditate on where he may have gone wrong with trusting you. He debated on if that Lucario actually had any proper intelligence, or maybe too much that it caused a paranoia within the dog's mind. Maybe he should have gone for one of the other dumber men that were tagging along with Lace instead. They may have been more gullible to entrust the bee if it meant they got something they wanted.

Talia, however, breaks his concentration. "...This is not over, Razz."

The Beedrill blinks his eyes open to see the large Scolipede woman leering right back at him, arms crossed and hugged under her chest. "...Whatever do you mean, Warden Talia?"

"Don't play dumb." She grunts callously, talking ever plainly as the queen was sound asleep, aloof to their infighting. "You may have the queen's antenna, but I know better. That Lucario shouldn't have gotten out. Either he wasn't going to play your game, he knew something that you didn't want me to know, or you're just that incompetent at your job that he managed to nearly escape. I don't know which one is worse, but today was a failure on your part."

Razz wasn't going to confirm or deny her suspicions, because he's done so for months now. Still, she had a point, the route he took didn't work, and it likely wasn't going to work at all now that she had a lock on his intentions. Calmly, Razz states, "...Investigate me how you will. Ban me from the prisoner cells. Do what you must." The Beedrill states as he just stares forward across the far chamber of the throne room. "...My intentions are for whatever if best for Queen Vexna. If I cross the line, then I am confident you will play your part."

"Damn right I will." The Scolipede huffs in a retort...all before grinning widely. "Cause when you slip up, I'll ensure that you meet the Lucario's fate. And it won't be the queen you'll serve as fat to." In a pleased smack, the Scolipede strikes an open palm against her own black bare belly to have the tank wobble in the impact; a gesture to all the other traitors or prisoners she's added to her large figure over time.

The Beedrill winces at the sound...he had no doubt she meant every word of it. Any excuse to eat him, she would take it. She was dangerous, and unfortunately, Razz would have to bend to her will if it meant living himself. "...I-I'm sure." He mutters, trying to keep himself at ease, but worried on the future as Talia just sneers happily. The two listen to the Lucario digest...but Razz can only worry about him hearing the same from his rival the entire time...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World