Brought Down Low

Your eyes affix to one of the balconies of wax and clay along a wall of the lobby. The climbable walls had indents big enough for you to fit your paws into, meaning you could scale it and traverse freely around without even needing to be on the same floor as the Caterpie. The caterpillar never seemed to look up; why would he need to? Even if you are spotted, it would give you a chance to drop right down on him from above for a gravity-assisted takedown. Considering that prospect, you convince yourself that it must be the best route to take.

With a final check on the caterpillar, he stumbles his way past one of the climbable wall sections. That was your cue. You quietly step a hindpaw at a time a distance behind the Caterpie until you reach the wall itself. While you would've preferred to just have a ladder, you've climbed more treacherous things; the Aerodactyl of that canyon briefly revisits your memory. The surface however wasn't soaring a mile up in the sky, nor was it thrashing in place. So ever confidently, you find some grips for your hands and begin to scale the wall. The honeycomb-like wax is a bit slippery against your comfort, but getting your fingers in deep enough seems to to do the trick.

Unlike the guards, you had to rush a bit as to not be seen by the bug during his lap. So in that hurry, you find yourself stabbing your fingers in deep as they can go in a quick jab of the inlets made it easier to guarantee a grip, rather than having to spend time fidgeting and checking your weight.

You do at least glance to see the Caterpie still curving around the room with his back still to you; more than enough time to reach the balcony which thankfully had its own walled section so you could be completely out of sight and out of mind. It'd only take a drop from the other side to be right in front of the hallway you needed to access. All you had to do was grab one more inlet and--

Ccrrrhhckkk!

The wax suddenly breaks from your weight as your fingers dig too deep against an inlet. Like a cat on a curtain, you rake your paws through the waxy wall to halt yourself from completely falling down. Two cratered lines streak from where you had torn through while your legs are partly spread outwards, struggling blindly into any other inlets they can find while your ass hangs down. Wax chunks crumble down onto the floor, as you've wrecked half of the climbable wall for not just the hive guards, but also for yourself.

"What the--" A voice grunts aloud to dart your ears up.

Uh oh.

The Caterpie had twisted around, seeing a Lucario hanging on for dear life onto a wall, despite not being that high up. However, you were quick to pick up the pace, scrambling up the surface with fewer inlets to work with now as you've made the entire attempt vastly more difficult. Your paws find whatever purchase they can to help haul yourself up, but the tubby caterpillar wasn't just going to sit and watch. In a panicked motion, the bug hurries himself over and with a confused state, demands, "Wh-Who are you? Erh, get down from there!"

As if you were going to answer him. You were an arm's reach away from the balcony, which means you can get the high ground and attack from above for a better hit on the caterpillar. You'd squish this Caterpie flat with just-

"Ptew!" You hear a noise from the bug, which is followed by a sudden snag at your ankle. There wasn't any physically possible way that he had caught up to you and grabbed you; a fat oaf like that wasn't capable of making it up half the wall without breaking a sweat or giving up. Yet with a check of your assumptions, you swiftly aren't proven wrong. Your theory was just wrong.

A white rope stretches from the Caterpie's pucker-mouth all the way to your leg; the sticky substance gluing to your ankle and pulling your hindpaw out of an inlet. Your hands tighten to reaffirm a hold, but your leg is pulled down and out as the Caterpie tries to yank you right off the wall. Try as you might, the wax breaks apart in chunks at your hands, lashing you away from the surface and plummeting downwards towards the Caterpie. "Wh---!" You expect a soft fat landing, but the Caterpie yelps and sidesteps out of the way. Instead, you're falling backward blindly to the short garden wall waiting to meet the back of your head. "--ghck?!"

The impact rattles your mind and ceases that momentary stress of freefall from your body. The world goes black, and you're out like a light before your body can completely crumple onto the floor...

The Caterpie huffs after nearly falling on his ass from the close call, feeling the air rush past him of the Lucario's body thudding against the short wall and slumping onto the ground. The strand breaks from the bug's mouth, leaving him to grip his small squishy fists in preparation to go at it against the invader. "H-Hold it right there, you're trespassing on Golden Hive grounds! State your business and-" He pauses, waiting for you to get right back up and make the caterpillar have to work for his job, and yet, you remain silent; motionless even. "...and uh..."

Nervously leaning forward, the chubby grub lifts a leg to nudge a soft kick against your hip. It just rolls you awkwardly onto your side as your head smears off the garden wall. You were out like a light.

The Caterpie blinks repeatedly and straightens back up. "Uuhh...and stay down...!" He announces, glancing about, but no other fellow guards appear to be coming out to witness the event. "Houh gosh, you've really done it this time Bertie..." The Caterpie calls upon himself as he scratches at his head, now having a mysterious Lucario stranger laying in the midst of the guard lobby. It wasn't his intent to knock you out, but if he was just that strong enough to do so...

'Bertie', as he's called, considers calling upon some extra help to restrain you down and where to take you, but he ultimately shakes the idea out of his head. "No way. The others wouldn't believe me that I caught someone in here; they'd just take the intruder and claim the credit! I gotta deal with this puppy myself." He assures himself, and in that moment of confidence, the Caterpie just strides right up to roll your figure onto your stomach. The grub pauses when seeing the blue wide rump of your hips show themselves, making his pucker purse a bit. "Whoa...you're a...curvy guy." At first he reached a hand to find a grip of your tail, but the temptation of your width just coerces his palm to drift right over onto an asscheek. The soft, squishy palm just pushes in at the warm hill to see it mold at the press. The fur tickles his palm and his mouth mutters aloud again, "...Toasty. Been awhile since I've felt a mammal..."

As much as he wanted to just palm your backside, he had a job to do. Gripping your wrists, he brings your hands together to spit a shot of silky string out. He couldn't do much as a Caterpie, but he was easily capable to produce plenty of silk; the milky substance drying insanely quick to form stick strands for him to use as rope. Your wrists are bound behind your back before he goes ahead and struggles to roll you all the way over onto your back. Then, it was one by one of grabbing your legs and pinning them up together to bind the ankles together. Your hindpaws are squeezed in his hands as he finishes to ensure they wouldn't break out, but there he was again, tempted to touch at this strange captive. His thumbs circle at the doughy pink paw pads of your hinds, wiping off any flakes of wax off for you while his mind wanders...

The big eyes of the grub trace your legs and see your goods just resting on your lap, eased as can be. The furry sheath and nuts get Bertie's mouth-pucker to wince again. It was an alluring temptation. The fact that you're just wordless against anything he could touch, anything he could simply want a taste of. The tubby fella was a little hungry; maybe the queen wouldn't mind it if he just...had a little taste, right? He was nervous enough from finding an intruder, but the caterpillar peers left and right again to ensure he was indeed privately alone with you, and...

"Houhh man..." The now-blushing Caterpie mutters when kneeling down over on your legs. A curious hand meanders itself over to grip at your sheath, needing to touch and understand it, while Bertie's anxious mouth closes in towards your ballsac...

...Morning wood. That ever-familiar feeling of a sensitive pressure built up pings itself in your brain that you were hard. Nothing too out of the ordinary in your sleepy head, enjoying the black confines of being ****. And yet, there was a persistent noise that kept lulling you out of your daze. What could be interrupting your sleep?

Smch...slp, smmhck...smmch...mlhm...smch, shhlllp...

Your ear flicks. That's odd. But you feel fine. Wait, no...no you actually don't. The back of your head had something pressing against it. Your brows wince and your brain gets a jumpstart. You try to understand the pressure at your skull during your lucid state, but upon focusing on it, you realize that it felt like it was inside your head, not against it. It was a headache. Your skull was pounding at your brain. 'Rghk...ow...' You can only think out before the other sensation really begins to wake you up. You feel...wet. Your arms and legs also feel tight.

In several blinks that are more of a struggle than you'd like, you finally awaken back into the world of consciousness, and presented with quite a predicament.

From all that you can see, you're on your back in an unfamiliar environment, a waxy hive-like room. And not only that, but a fat Caterpie was currently sitting on your legs and currently keeping your erect cock held upright as he kisses his fat, doughy pucker against its side. The sphincter just softly pinches at your meat, keeping it standing at attention from the oddly nice sensation before trading back to your nuts; each ball polished to a wet shine, but the caterpillar just hungrily fits a nad into his hungry ring to gently pull and pop off of.

"Smmch, slckp...smmmnnch~"

The noises were from him. And in a double check, the last thing you remember is this fatty spotting you on a wall that you were falling from. "Wgh...get, nh, get off..." You groan finally, which immediately halts the bug into petrifying up like a statue.

With wide eyes, the bug scrambles backwards off of your legs. "Ah! Y-You're awake already?!"

Feeling his heavy weight off your knees, you attempt to get up, only to be reminded that your legs and arms felt tight, and in jerking them about, you're bestowed the issue that your wrists and ankles are bound in their respective pairings. You can't stand up like this. If anything, you were back to being only able to maybe roll like you were in the cocoon; but at least you had the benefit to curl and move some. Still, even when you attempt to sit up, your head felt woozy from the bash you took to the back of it. Your movements end up being strained and your vision is left groggy.

"Ouughh...can't sleep, gotta get to the queen..." You groan to yourself to help motivate you getting up. "Gotta get there before the dinner bell..."

Watching you roll and weakly thrash in your bindings on the floor, like a fish out of water, Bertie stands his scared-self upright to mutter, "Huh? How do you know about the bell?"

"Queen has my friends." You groan aloud, unsure why you were answering your enemy, but deliriousness took over logic here. "...Gotta...get them before it's too late."

The Caterpie awkwardly flicks a finger at his own cheek. "O-Ohh, the recent batch the scouts caught? Er, uh, sorry, the bell rang a good bit ago..."

Your thrashings halt. "...Wh...What?"

"Yeah, the bell rang already to notify the rest of the worker-folk in the Hive to eat. I was uh...a little too distracted to grab some food though..." The Caterpie answers back, feeling an embarrassed guilt blush to his cheeks some as he stares at your throbbing erection again, glistening from his work and having leaked pre on itself. But he shakes his head, realizing you were the enemy. "U-Uhh, n-not that any of that matters! You're a trespasser, you're not a member of the Golden Hive!"

"The bell...rang?" It's all you could focus on and mutter, staring at the ceiling. A dreadful sinking sensation buries itself in your chest as you blankly gaze at nothing. All you can think of is some bug queen enjoying her new swollen stomach as Jackal and Gold weakly plead your name. They were food. All because you let a Caterpie be too much of an issue for you. "They're...done for..."

Bertie just pauses, hearing you begrudge yourself while rubbing the back of his head. "...Y-Yeah, I guess so. But you better not try anything on me!" The Caterpie tries to look as stern as possible, but you couldn't care too much anymore. "Resisting arrest will just make you end up like your buddies, so don't-"

"I won't." You groan, folding your ears back. Your head was pounding, your injured leg was sore even if it weren't for the bindings locking it to your other leg; the bindings themselves were an issue cause even if you get up on your hindpaws, all you can do is awkwardly bunnyhop in this place completely defenseless. Not only that, but this Caterpie proved that...he can just tug you back on the ground. Even if it was accidental in reality, you saw him as a genuine threat now, after he managed to conk you right out.

"Huh?" The fat caterpillar feels like he was dreaming.

That sinking feeling in your chest drops deeper into your stomach, like you lost your heart down there somewhere. The gravity of it was palpable in your mouth, especially when you confess aloud, "I won't...resist. Y-You got me. Just promise I won't...ngh, end up food like my friends."

Bertie's confidence and confusion both perk up higher. While he didn't fully get why, he was just delighted that he finally caught someone. Never in his life thus far has he made an impression for the Golden Hive, and now here he was, with a rare Lucario all wrapped up and giving in. "Houh gosh, well that...that's great~! I can talk to the queen I guess, but it might be up to Warden Talia on what to do with you, but if you're a good prisoner, I'm sure we'll figure out what to do with ya..." He steps right over and goes to step down on your stomach to ensure you're kept on your back. "You gotta explain yourself though!"

Unfortunately, Bertie ends up stepping down right against your erect dick; the cock flattens up against your stomach, pinned against your flat tummy and the...oddly marshmallowy softness of his sole, squeezed tight by the weight. "Ghuk--!" You arch your back in response, but it only stresses your cock tighter to spurt some pre out. "Nh-hah! Gnh...could you...not step on that..." You grunt out, feeling your member flex under his sole.

"Huh? Oh, s-sorry about that." The Caterpie looks down, seeing the digitless hind squishing the meat he teased hard. He lifts the stepper right off which springs your dick to rocket back up, drizzling its drooling string of pre out in the springing flick. Though, Bertie just cocks his head for a moment before swinging his head in frustration for a moment, having to remember that he didn't need manners with a prisoner. "H-Hang on just a second, nuh-uh, you're the prisoner here! You don't give the orders, I...do!" His leg lifts again, causing your eyes to wince and see the sole settle back down, but more properly this time. Your cock lays up underneath it as its sandwiched back down against your stomach once again.

"A-Aauah..." The noise escapes your lips, making your knees buckle in response while the cock pulses wildly to squish against the soft caterpillar-hide. Why was it so soft? The cushion of it felt nice, but this wasn't a time to enjoy something like that. You're in danger, and...you couldn't save Jackal or Gold. It still weighed you down, and the aching in your head certainly only added to your delirious state. "Stop, mmnh, stop that..."

"N-No way!" Your pathetic interrogator announces, smearing the sole up to really **** a spurt from your meat. It gets you to gasp as he towers over you; a chubby fucking Caterpie, stepping answers out of you. "You're just gonna answer everything I ask so I know what to tell Warden Talia! So, first off...uhh..." He pauses, unsure of what to fully asks. He mostly just didn't want to be blamed for your snoopings and get in trouble. "Who are you!" He finally decides to ask.

"Lhha..." You groan because he never stopped smearing you. "Lace...I'm Lace."

"Good! Uhmmm..." Bertie ponders again, realizing your name didn't actually matter too much. He ends up twisting the hind now, teasing the literal mess out of your cock to fire on your own stomach. "Wait, no, not good. I mean like, are you an enemy of the queen! Are you an assassin sent to kill her?"

"H-Hhgh, gnhh...n-no, I'm not...We were j-just a traveling but got attacked." You huff, feeling heat burn at your face in humiliation while your wrists tug hard at your bindings. This was the worst. "W-We fended off an infected Aurorus, but some of your men kidnapped us, and--" You were about the think of Jackal and Gold in those cocoons again, being fed into some crazed woman's maw, only to gasp violently when Bertie steps down accidently hard on you.

"Wait, you beat up that cold monster? She's been terrorizing the troops for months!" Bertie announces, looking upon you with some amount of respect, despite his position.

Still, you were throbbing violently, and any pleasure you garner from this loser was making you shiver. "A-Aauhh...hhh...c-can you ask these questions a little faster?"

Bertie furls his brows and cups his hands to his hips; the tubby Caterpie doming out his front like a flexing puff, despite that it only made him look rounder. "Huh? Or what? Don't threaten me, Lace! Er, I mean dog!" His failed attempts to look or sound tough only made it more of a double-edged sword as a captor. He was pathetic. But you were more pathetic for allowing him to stop you at all, especially when you're leaking under him.

Your arousal and stress hit their boiling point; you swear your dick was gonna burn his hind from how hot it surged. "Dhh..." You start to say, wanting to refute the caterpillar's claim, but you needed some kind of relief today. You survived dangerous situations, just to end up here, losing your companions, dashed of getting out of here, and succumbing to the worst 'soldier' in the complex. You wanted some kind of leisure. You needed it. "Dhoon't...stahp..." You huff out, realizing you were...panting from your mouth at this point.

"Huh?" Bertie asks for confirmation, only to feel your pelvis begin to buck. Willingly, you drive your member to rub its aching underbelly to the soft cushion of his sole; the digitless hind just remains in place while you help get off to it. It was embarrassing, but you lost your pride the moment you let this fat idiot get the better of you. "Wh-Whoa, you...you like this?"

You don't answer him with words, and instead just thrust your waist as best you can from the floor. The wet, slick glide of your dick speaks for itself while your balls thap against his heel. Your vision already wasn't great, but it's worsened with the dumb expression on your face. Eyelids droop down asymmetrically over your tired eyes while your mouth huffs and puffs like the canine that you are, bobbing your tongue in place, only for it to limply fall out at the side. Burning with a blush and leaking like a faucet, you just buck away at the Caterpie's sole to earn that relief you desperately wanted. You just didn't care anymore. If this is how you got off, this is how you got off.

The Caterpie couldn't really smile much from his pucker-mouth, but the delight in his eyes is easy to tell. "A-Alright then, if this makes ya talk..." He squats down and sits his fat ass onto your knees, pinning your legs again while he removes his sole from your cock; the wet member unsticks from the sole to just twitch angrily in the air, demanding for the pressure to return. And return it does, in the form of Bertie clasping both soles together against your large rod to now pump it. The cupped interior helps glaze your pre and lather your meat to be just utterly drenched in the stuff. You growl a wild noise at the change, but ultimately, it felt way better. The soft doughiness of the caterpillar was somehow intense.

Leaning back, Bertie just lets his belly dome on his lap to bob with his short legs. The movement was awkward for him, but the jerking was short and tight, adding to your sexual stress. "Hhouhhh, okay so..." He mutters to interrogate you still while casually pumping you off. "...How'd you escape then, prisoner?"

"T-Tunnel..." You conjure some words to say, just spurting out what first came to your head-rattled mind. "A tunnel...I crawled, aahh..." Rolling your head, you try to just aim your snout in the direction of the lose panel on the wall.

Bertie mirrors the glance, leering to the surface as his pawing-off slows down some, only for it to pick back up the pace once he sees what you're talking about. "Whoa! How'd you dig that so fast...?"

"D-Didn't. Uaah--hhh..." A groan moans out of your mouth. You recall that it was Razz who did such, but whether or not you wanted to throw him under the carriage or not. On one hand, he tried to help you, at the hopes of profitting from it. It would be selfish to do so for your skin. On the other hand, the whole reason you or any of your companions ended up here were because of him. And now Jackal and Gold were gone... "I didn't, mngh, dig it. Razz did. The Beedrill marshal..."

Bertie's soles sandwich in tight at that. "Marshal Razz helped you escape?!" You wheeze at the pressure, lifting your rear off the floor as your knotted cock throbs wildly between the Caterpie's steppers. You can't keep your back arched the entire time, and despite the stress of biting your teeth harshly together, it's not enough to grant any succor of relief. Your rump hits the floor again, and you pant aloud, caught by the bug's soles.

"Hyes...hhh, he doesn't like the queen's demands anymore. He told me to go through, ahh, Valentina's shop and meet him to help him 'take care' of the queen if it meant saving my friends..." You spill all the beans. There was no point in hiding anything anymore. If Razz wasn't the route to go for safety, you'd just have to **** your faith into this grub.

"Th-That's...some serious heresy..." Bertie mumbles, now stressed on what to believe. His soles begin to just cycle now, smearing alternating circles to echo the room with the sounds of his hide dragging to your bare, wet cock; the slick noises of the pre-soaked job mix with your heavy huffs for air. "I don't think you've been lying to me this far...you even mentioned Valentina by name and where to go then... Marshal Razz would have access to the prison cells and this lobby under Warden Talia's nose, which means--!"

You interrupt with a violent surge. "Uagkk--!" Your eyes roll up under your fluttering lids, finally reaching that annoying peak you yearned for. Hot cum ruptures from your rod to spit out in the air from the summit of the Caterpie's hinds, leaving it to arc and rope onto your stomach. Your agape mouth goes mute as the muscles in your entire body seize up, burning hot, and forcing your load out desperately. Rope after rope, you shoot the mammalian cum over your front while pounding hard between Bertie's souls, to which he was just slowly helping to pump up and down at this point.

"Wh-Whoa, y-you...came..." The Caterpie mutters as his round eyes are bestowed the orgasm with a curious amazement. "That's a lot, and super warm...ya liked it that much?" He inquires, slowing his pumping, but the soles just continue to work your surging shaft over and over again, from the knot to the cocktip. It helps squeeze out the looser, lazier spurts of jizz that die down from your member.

"H-Hhaah, aahh, ggh....hoahh...fuck..." You groan out to no one. Your tired back hits the ground as your limbs begged to sprawl out. And funnily enough...they did. A muffled snap rings out as your arms pry free from the silk restraints in a motion to stretch out; the same for your legs. The ankle bindings break apart, revealing to you that the Caterpie's silk wasn't actually all that strong, or he simply made it too weak while in a rush. If you wanted to truly escape and put the effort to do so...you could have done so. At any point. But instead, you succumbed to the ache in your head, the dread you felt for your two partners gone, and this Caterpie's touch helping you off. You couldn't take back the words you confessed to him about Razz, and you're left tired and cum-soaked on the floor.

Bertie's eyes look to you in fear, spilling his soles off your member to scoot up rapidly, "Wh---! Uhh, uhhh...n-no funny stuff, kay? Y-You're still my prisoner! Don't move a muscle!"

The Caterpie anxiously grips his little fists as if to fight, but it was ultimately up to you to attempt yet another escape under worse conditions, or simply surrender to this Caterpie and hope for your captor's good graces to pull through...

1. Give up...

2. Push onward!