Bertie's Other Pucker [END]

Perhaps it was the sudden realization that there was still more to lose than just your companions, or perhaps you hoped to get **** for them against the dastardly queen. That, or maybe being the pathetic pet of a fat caterpillar just didn't jive right with you. No matter the reason, you make an effort to resist the Caterpie at long last. "Nrhgh, no...I'm not yours to have." You growl in your delirious state. Waking up from head trauma and being stroked off to an orgasm, you weren't at peak performance, but even so, you should still be able to resist and defeat this bumbling idiot.

On your rear and elbows still, you rear your good leg up and deliver a kicking blow right into the Caterpie's fat middle. The soft mound caves in and forces the Caterpie to gasp out, spitting some of his silk loosely out from his oral pucker when stumbling. "Ouph!" He staggers and nearly falls onto his rear, forcing him to windmill his arms and stumble over forward awkwardly. He tumbles over forward, slamming his chubby weight down onto your other leg; the bad one. You dart your head up and yip at the sudden pressure to the bandaged limb. While the Caterpie was short and soft, the weight pushing down uncomfortably did nothing good for it. You try to unplug it out from underneath, kicking your currently free hindpaw against him to push him off. Bertie dumbly slaps at the kicking limb, grunting, "Erhn, nhf, st-stop it! You're supposed to be captured!"

In a sudden motion, the fat caterpillar curls up, almost like that of a ball. Like a big orb, he rolls forward, flattening your back to the floor and smashing your head up against the ground, surprising you as he keeps rolling. The roll got the air out of your lungs, but you were thankful to just have his weight off of him. Bertie however, kept rolling until he bonks against the very same short wall that you had bonked against. It forces the fat caterpillar to unravel up and grip his noggin, grunting, "O-Owh..." Stumbling all over again, he trips against your arm, stepping on it, and swings in an unbalanced pivot, "Wh-Wh-Whoaauh!"

Your eyes shrink as you see the plump fat cheeks of the Caterpie's ass now descend upon you, dropping the full weight of the bug on you yet again but in a more impactful plummet. You go to open your mouth...only to find it immediately lodged shut. "Mrrpgh?!" You blink to try and see what trapped it, but only darkness blankets your vision as you're buried between the Caterpie's big asscheeks. The caterpillar gasps wildly after the drop; his entire body wobbling by the impact until it settles, all except for the reddening expression of his face. With wide eyes, he flutters at his eyelids and shivers out a...moan?

Your muzzle attempts to jerk back, only to find there was no room for it to do so. Left, right, backwards. Your head was met with round bug chub or the hard surface of the waxy floor. Then you feel a clench at your snout. Then it finally hits you. You're muzzle-deep in the Caterpie's asshole. The pucker of Bertie's rear squeezes in delight at the filling and gives a curious tug, which surprising tugs your head up closer into it, swallowing your face in together. "N-Nnmph?! R-Rrmmph!" In an effort to pry yourself free, your legs kick about on the ground while your hands clasp around Bertie's chubby legs, yearning to pop free from his butt before it can claim all of you.

And yet...the bug simply moans, clenching the cheeks of his rear to just tighten that doughy pressure all the more wildly until it pulls your entire head inside. Another nervous yip exits your lips, albeit tightly and muted. Your ears flatten when it happens, folding against your head with your dreads as the Caterpie wiggles his ass down to take you in. There was no space to go down. You flex to halt him, but it earns you distance undone. By the time you have to relax your muscles for another round of tensing up, his plump cheeks claim another portion of your body, squeezing your shoulders on through. "H-Hhouhh...oo-ooaahh...b-bad doggie..." He moans with half-lidded eyes before laying his back onto the ground as well.

From there, he swings his short legs up, cupping the underside of his own thighs to look meekly over the hill of his belly. Your body drags along the floor with your arms naturally pinning in against your sides thanks to the puckers work of your upper figure. And from what the Caterpie can struggle to see, your legs awkwardly smear about with your pawpads finding nothing but the waxy surface of the floor to deny any real grip. This fat shortstack was actually ingesting you, and not even through his mouth or by his intention. You wished Jackal, Gold, or Razz were around to help save you, but perhaps it was a silver lining they were spared the sight and knowledge that you allowed a weak Caterpie guard to catch you like this.

"M-Rrnghg! Mm-MMph!" Muffled strains and barks are all you can give to the stomach now squeezing you inside of it, trapping you within the chamber of soft, doughy hide that compacts you like all the snacks this caterpillar must eat on a daily basis to be this plump. Being larger than him, already you were swelling his middle out to a bulbous extent, and he still had to work your waist and legs in. Your spent cock awkwardly drags up against the walls of the asshole sphincter, enticing an odd shiver to you and an uncomfortable angle of your dick laying down against your inner thigh, all the while of your hips sinking up through Bertie's cheeks. The chubby bug's short legs are kept in a wide v-shape as the small muscles amidst the pudge flex tightly. The bug himself was panting, heaving every now and again when taking breaks between tugging your figure in.

"Hh-hh...houhh...almost there...almost got ya...g-gosh I wasn't expecting this, but it feels really nice..." He whines from his reddened face and lust-drunk eyes. It was all the more apparent of how much he was enjoying a meal like this by the throb of his fat but small dick. The caterpillar's erection pulses, spitting pre on his own growing belly.

His asscheeks give another series of pulls now that he was past the hard part of your hips. Your legs slip slowly along the ground, wincing in place, shuddering, but inevitably claimed. The large hindpaws that remain are **** up together before the ring seals shut and traps you inside for good. It grants Bertie to sigh in wild relief when rolling onto his rear with his short, chubby legs thudding to the floor. "H-Hoough...g-got ya." He whines as his belly just rounds out immensely on his lap, leading him to pat it in both his hands for easement.

You try to budge around inside, balled in painfully tight, but the Caterpie's shortness worked to his benefit. You couldn't even roll in place to properly be upright, in a mess of your own limbs. Envy ignites within you of how even for a fat bastard, Bertie could at least ball himself up well and uncurl naturally. But here you are, currently mashed in a deep thick tank of bug fat as the enzymes meant for fruit or vegetables get their first chance at Lucario meat. Bertie just catches his breath which gently swells and deflates your prison in place, not that it gives you any space of relief, but it does ambiently thrum around at your tomb. "M--Mmmph...nngh...no..."

Not only could you not save your two friends, who was going to save you now?

Bertie strains himself to a wide and awkward stand, having to grip his stomach in both palms still as he groans, "B-Bad dog. You should've been a good boy and listened to me. R-Rrnh. But wow. I actually...caught an escaped prisoner. I-I did it, hahhh~" He takes a heavy step forward, and then another, urking at the soreness to his ass and stomach. "Ough...gotta find Warden Talia...hhh...and tell her the news."

With that, Bertie trudges one doughy step at a time, hauling you within his middle as it bobs in place by each stomp. The caterpillar's stomach juices were beginning to pool in now, granting you a similar fate like Jackal and Gold. What was worse though. Feeding the ambivalent weight of this chubby Caterpie to disappear on the multitude of pounds he wore every day, not even making a mark? Or feeding the royal hips of a queen that at least delights in her food? Perhaps the Typhlosion and Golduck had it better...

RrRrrgGRrggllggglgllggg...

Bertie's stomach digests the nice Lucario soup from within his cream-colored tank; its noises and texture very familiar to Marshal Razz as his face is ground against the middle. "G-Ghhr...rgh..." The Beedrill angrily buzzes, but his wrists are bound behind his back in golden honey and his stinger clogged over in batch of wet white silk. On his knees, the side of his head is pressed against the Caterpie's belly by the hoof of Warden Talia's leg; the Scolipede woman grinning with crossed arms to her chest. She twists her hoof, grounding him at the prison of his fellow hope.

Talia murrs evilly, "Take this as a lesson, wasp, that you should put faith in your Queen and not in pathetic outsiders. Even the meekest of our Hive are able to subdue them. How blessed it was for Bertie to find your nosy dog out and about of his cell and put an end to him, hm~?"

Bertie hiccups from the sudden extra press, struggling to keep himself upright and standing in the press. "A-Aauh! Is this really...the best way to punish the marshal?"

"He is no longer our marshal." Talia seethes before kicking Razz over onto his side, making the bee cough. "He is a traitor of the queen from everything you told me, and it all adds up with the evidence we found. No, his days of laying down the law are done. Now it's his turn to be on the receiving end of it."

The Scolipede grabs the Beedrill by his antennae to yank him right back up onto his knees, leaving the bee to growl wordlessly in place with pinched shut eyes. As furious as he was, he knew no words would do him any kindness. His plan had failed. The Lucario known as Lace couldn't even get past a simple guard like Bertie. Razz knew the risks of his strategy not working out, and accepted them. But never did he think he chose someone so wrong as Lace. Perhaps the dog's encounter with the infected Aurorus was all but a lucky fluke. Perhaps Razz should have chosen either the Typhlosion or Golduck as his favored champion instead. But those are simply regrets. They were as useful as he was. Doomed things of the past.

Talia looks to Bertie and smiles. "Turn around soldier. I'm going to promote you~"

The Caterpie glistens his eyes in admiration, doing so and pivots around, "R-Really Warden Talia? To what?"

"My Vice Warden. You'll help me deal with pesky traitors and prisoners, seeing as how you've proved useful." The Scolipede warden murmurs, dragging Razz over closer to Bertie's backside. "Queen Vexna has given me permission as deal with Razz's punishment after all. And I think it wouldn't be fair for his co-conspirator to be alone in his fate...~"

The Beedrill's ruby eyes open up in fear, shocked at the sight of Bertie's fat asscheeks now looming towards his face. "...W-Wait, T-Talia---amphk!?" It would be the last words ever heard from Razz, as he's pushed deep into the Caterpie's ass like the dog before him had suffered, immediately getting a surprised gasp out of the new vice warden.

"U-UooAah~!" Bertie's pupils swell wide and his knees tremble, but it's enough to make his dick jump again with excitement. From there, the struggling, shaking Beedrill is fed into the Caterpie's ass by his rival; no amount of leg strength capable of sparing him of the fate he's resigned himself to with Lace the Lucario...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World...