Caterpie Guider

...It was a long walk to your prison cell. Not necessarily in the literal fashion, considering you made it only through one crawlspace's worth of progress before you were captured by this tubby benign caterpillar you may have to refer to as your 'master' from now on. No, it would be a short trip back to the cells, but the amount of eyes that would notice you made it all the worse.

You trudge down a hall with your mouth wrapped up, bound, and your wrists strung together, also bound, led by a silken leash affixed in your grand captor's hand. Bertie. The chubby Caterpie. The happy-go-lucky caterpillar made his way like it was a parade, to showcase his fine work of art, even if the art was a blushing Lucario that was throbbing with a full erection and a tail between his legs. The Caterpie likely took a public route for the very purpose of this, as when you make it into a space undrawn for you by Razz. Large honeycomb walls with hexagonal openings for bug Pokemon to lounge, specifically scouts and guards considering you were near the prison area for the Golden Hive.

The several men and women around would take notice of Bertie towing his catch along, leaving you to avert any eye contact with them all, though it remained difficult to with how many there were. Their eyes bore into you like daggers. Be it disbelief, confusion, revelry, or even jealousy. Whatever feelings they had towards you only bolsters the embarrassment searing within your veins.

Their voices even remark either you or Bertie's newfound position.

"Ah, yet another catch for the Queen- wait, is that...Bertie?"
"Check it out. A Lucario. Haven't seen one of those in a while."
"I ain't ever seen one, are they always that erect?"
"Holy shit, did he get caught...by Bertie?!"
"Hahahah no fucking way, man."
"...Look at his face, oh yeah, he got nabbed by that little fat fuck."
"I always thought Bertie was a total softie, how'd the hell did he get a Lucario?"
"Beats me. Maybe someone else caught him and Bertie's just taking him somewhere."
"I highly doubt that; would you trust Bertie to transport your own catch?"
"Why don't 'cha just ask him yourself, lass?"
"D'aww, look at the poor pup, throbbing and leaking. Think he just loves chubby shortstacks?"
"Maybe he likes Bertie's fatass. But damn, look at the wide load on that Lucario though."
"What I'd give to get a Lucario on a leash like that..."
"Nice boner there pup! You gonna be that hard when the Queen wants dessert?"

Your ears couldn't fold far enough low to completely mute out the bug Pokemon; no amount of strength in your mouth could tear the silk wound around your muzzle to snipe back at them; Bertie actually managed a pretty damn good job with it. Enough time and confidence can do that, even in the less competent individuals.

Unlike you, Bertie didn't appear to be all too fazed by the comment gallery. If anything, it just helped ignite his ego. He gives a pull of the leash to make you stumble awkwardly forward and close behind him, waving to the other bug Pokemon as he does so, "Sorry guys, this is my captive~! He broke out of his cell, but I spotted and caught him, so I'm escorting him back to his proper room. Can't chit-chat about it right now..." He looks to you from over his shoulder, "C'mon boy."

Another tug, and its too much for your pace. You stumble forward and hit the ground on your knees and bound hands. Bertie is **** to halt, turning to look at you, but he doesn't offer to help you up this time. He simply tugs the leash a few more times to urge you to get back up. "No breaks. You need to go back to your cell."

"Rrngh...ngh." You groan in your restraints and fumble yourself back up, meeting his tugs to catch right back up to chubby fella.

"Atta' boy~" He beams happily again, patting your hip before continuing onward.

The voices continue around you:

"Did you see that? He actually obeyed the little tyke."
"Lucarios must be dumb as hell...or just weak as hell."
"That's not what I heard; I hear they can use people's 'aura' against them or something."
"The fuck is 'or-rah'? Doesn't look like it helped him."
"Just be glad Bertie didn't eat him. We'd have to deal with Bertie taking up even more seating space with all those dog pounds."
"I wonder what Lucarios taste like..."
"Nice haul Bertie, gotta say, didn't think you had it in ya."
"Maybe I should do more guard duty with Bertie..."

It's such a polar shift in power for you and this Caterpie. You lacked the discipline to ever listen to an authority if it went against your well-being; you were against injustice, it was your whole motivation to deal with the world's infection in the first place. Yet why does your dick thrum at the idea of pleasuring yourself with this fat soft useless bug? Unknowing of the answer, you can only do the one thing you can. Patrol forward, keep pace with Bertie, even if some Pokemon who pass by shoot you an allured glance or cop a feel of your ass. Their hands reach down, either to palm up the weight of an asscheek, or to deliver a quick walk-by spank that makes it sting and your head rockets up, wanting to bark but the muzzling silk denies you the simple impulse.

Eventually, you do arrive in an area familiar to you; the area where you came to in your honey cocoon, specifically by Razz when he parted ways from Jackal and Gold's captors. You were going the right way sure enough. You just dreaded what it meant for you now. It was easier to accept the defeat when you were dazed, on your back, and being pumped off by the fat Caterpie.

Proceeding to where you were originally dropped off, your ashamed figure catches the attention of the two guards who were originally at ease; the tall Leavanny and the short Wurmple women. They partly blink their eyes in recognition, seeing a Lucario being led through by Bertie, bound in silk, pulsating a long erection, and seemingly obedient to follow such a tubby captor without resistance. Bertie welcomes the two in order, "Hey Marigold, hi Poppy! Got a captive for ya."

Marigold, the Leavanny, blinks her red eyes yet again and mutters, "Erhm...there must be a lot of Lucarios out and about today. Is that also from Marshal Razz, or...?"

"Actually this boy here is an escaped prisoner." Bertie answers when looking back at you giving a prompting tug of the leash to jerk you a step closer. "I found him, caught him, and now I'm delivering him back to his cell. Is it the one you're both stationed at right now?"

Poppy, the Wurmple, shakes her head. "No possible chance! We've been here the entire time, and not once has this door opened!" It came from a place of pride out of the fellow caterpillar woman, refusing to believe that she could have allowed such a slip-up for such an easy task. But there came a moment of silence between the trio. Poppy's yellow eyes glance to the prison cell door of beeswax and clay, and just to ensure she wasn't insane, she opens it up. Both Marigold and Poppy's heads peek inside to see a lack of a Lucario prisoner and the cracked shell remains of his honey-cocoon. Their eyes widen when they look to one another before bringing their wild attention to Bertie.

"H-How did he get out?" Marigold asks aloud, demanding the answers out of your captor and not yourself. It was hard for you to even be acknowledged in the conversation, even with silk wraps binding your trap shut.

Poppy, however, was more angry, "It is not as if he can just saunter through walls or the ceiling. What I want to know is how you even caught him, Bertie!"

The Caterpie huffs, a bit nervous in his nature still, finding his words, "Umh...well, I-" He struggles at first but eventually he details the situation that unfolded earlier. Bertie left out the fact that knocking you out was simply a fortuitous event that he didn't plan, along with how he extracted information out of you with a cum-pumping set of soles; the latter you were happy to have go unspoken. But he details the facts of Marshal Razz's potential betrayal and the need to get you bound up so he can report to Warden Talia. Poppy even goes inside to check if the tunnel you escaped through was true, and sure enough, finding the loose panel for it.

"I don't believe it...why would Marshal Razz aid a prisoner escape? He serves the Queen!" Poppy huffs in disbelief.

Yet Marigold remarks the evidence to support it, "Warden Talia doubts him...and he did ensure to us that we specifically never enter this cell without his permission. It would have given this dog time to crawl out after he went in and went back out. Do you think he broke the mutt out of his confines?"

The Wurmple growls, "...I...looked up to that Beedrill. How dare he..." She looks to Bertie after seething of the treacherous bee to announce, "Bertie, you have done an incredible service in capturing the Lucario. Allow us to help you bind him up in his cell and report to Warden Talia ourselves. Seeing as you managed to defeat him, we leave him in your watch until she arrives."

Bertie nods, delighted in the praise, "S-Sure thing! He won't move a muscle, ain't that right boy?" He pulls at the leash again, leaving you to grumble in place. You can only wonder how long this will go on, but your mind can only spiral with the hopes that Bertie was a Caterpie of his word. If the pair of guards was doing all of the talking to Talia, you can only fret as to how she'll take your attempts to work with her rival...

Still, you're led into a new cell in which Marigold and Poppy aid in restraining you up properly. Your silk leash is instead glued up against the ceiling, leaving your arms strained up above your head together with your hindpaws leaving the floor, just inches from being able to rest your pads on the surface. You dangle uselessly, still muzzled...still partly erect. The pair of bug women are sated with their work before dismissing themselves from Bertie. Marigold sighs and announces to the green tubster, "Stay put and make sure he doesn't budge, Bertie. If he even begins to wiggle, lay the hammer down on him again. No second chances for this pooch. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am!" Bertie salutes like a good soldier. It wasn't often he was given orders, let alone be respected by his peers. This change of pace was really turning out for him. With that though, Marigold and Poppy quickly leave to fetch for Warden Talia, damning both Razz, and potentially you. But at this point you knew it was too late to do anything.

Left alone in the cell with Bertie, the Caterpie gives you a lookover and asks, "I hope your wrists don't hurt too bad, hanging like that. But you shouldn't have broken out in the first place. Then again...I wouldn't have been given the chance to capture you if you didn't..." He ponders the fact for a moment when looking down, seeing your hindpaws. He perks up at the sight of them and huffs, "Oh gosh, that's right. I should deal with those too."

Unbeknownst to you, the Caterpie had partly enjoyed them while you were freshly conked out and off like a light. Your limp paws made it easier for him to indulge in the warmth of a mammal; a feeling alien to him, yet a similar trait he found when it came to the big pink pads of your paws. The beans and cushion of them were felt and thumbed in your sorry state that got the bug aroused. That arousal is what led him getting far more personal with you when you finally did get around to waking up. The Caterpie currently cups the hindpaws in his grubby hands, muttering, "Sorry boy. Gotta make sure you can't walk either incase you fall. The ladies don't want you getting out again, so I gotta make sure you don't, okay? Be good and keep them together for me."

"R-Rmgnhf...rrhff..." You groan aloud, wanting to remind him of your deal, but mouthing in your own jaws provided useless noise for the Caterpie. You'd just have to obey. With a tense of your leg muscles, you help to press your hindpaws together, with Bertie beaming happy like usually before spitting his cold wet silk to your ankles. It makes you shiver in place, wobbling the hanging strands of silk keeping you off the ground, as well as the coursing thumbs of the Caterpie. He kneads at your pads, feeling odd relief when massaged, especially after having to march yourself back here on your bad leg. It stirs a dark pleasure in your loins and intensifies new life in your erection.

Bertie finishes binding your ankles together like he had done with your wrists, patting the pair of paws to note, "Good boy! Gosh...I'm excited to finally have y-" A sudden glob of pre strings out of your dick, lining right on Bertie's little antennae crest. He shuts one eye as the warm stuff drools down on the side of his face, "O-Oh!"

You had whined when you fired off that round. Was is because you were just too embarrassed all over again, because you were stupidly horny since you couldn't do literally anything else, or was it from when he called you a good boy...?

Regardless as to the reason, Bertie just wipes his arm to clean his face and giggles, "Heheh...you leak a lot boy. Did you need my help again~? I had no idea mammals were so sensitive or hard all the time."

"N-Nmphgh...mph." You can only reply back, drooping at the eyelids, blushing like hell, and surging from your knotted cock. Relief sounded nice. You didn't want to be stuck alone. You preferred the company of Bertie's kindness rather than the judgement of any other bug Pokemon in this place. While some of Bertie's compliments had a back-hand to them, they weren't as bad as the discriminating egos of the guards or the warden; even Razz had an ego to him that put himself above you. Well if you were going to be beneath bug Pokemon...why not try to enjoy being beneath the only one willing to spare you? "M--mhm..."

You nod your head, grunting a short way to simply agree with the Caterpie. Your needy prick practically nods with you in how it jumps in place over and over.

Bertie humbly giggles again before cupping his hands at your hips, having to lift his heels up to be able to reach his face just to your lap. You feel his chubby green cheek smear up at the side of your length, making it pulse and spit out another glob of pre onto his shoulder. "Hehh...okay boy, I'll take care of you. You're gonna feed me like a proper snack, kay~?" Bertie's pucker mouth winces in together to pop a smooch to the side of your knot, surging your dick with excited anticipation.

"H--Hmphgh, mmph!" You wiggle in place again, but with legs bound like a mermaid tail, you were left unable to offer any room to even swing or kick. Bertie still had you by the hips, and leaning his face to aim himself, that doughy ring finds itself kissing at your wet cocktip, plucking at it.

"Smch...plp~!" The Caterpie's mouth gives an audible pop when he tugs, letting your cock flex wildly and trail a bridge of your hot pre to his sphincter. The oral pucker does this, repeatedly, tugging and popping to your tip in a means of actually edging you somewhat. It felt...intense. Amazing and horrible. You just wanted him to blow you. Badly. You needed him to blow you. You needed to feed your master.

"Hlpmh...mmnh, n--nnhmh..."

"Shhh." He shushes you, patting your wide hip. "Just tasting ya, boy. Now I want the meal~"

With a muffled plunge, he brings the pucker-mouth over the peak of your dick, swallowing its head inside and dragging it through the oddly wet, soft space of his mouth. The caterpillar's mouth feels...absurdly good. A pocket of wet flesh that just hugs the entirety of your meat. No tongue. No teeth. Just slick walls like a throat that cling together and flex around you, pulling your shaft of its worth. Your eyes roll up as you succumb to the feeling, bucking your hips in place that partly sway the Caterpie in place now that you could hump right into his face. The pucker squishes inwards as you cave it in, slamming your tip deeper so the fat bug could swallow more of your inches inside, stretching the ring out whenever you tug against it. The diameter strains, but like quicksand, the more you move and struggle in it, the more you sink in and get stuck.

The heels of the Caterpie go up and down, rocking in place of his stance as you awkwardly jerk forward to get yourself off in his mouth, and feeding him that pre-cum he craved. The bug happily gulps the contents down into his fat belly; the creamy tank itself bobbing its pounds in place from the tight face-fucking. "R-Rmphghhk, gnhhk--!" You groan and whine, feeling your heart pound like crazy in your chest while your wrists ache even more intensely. Constantly tensing your muscles and bucking, the rope strands holding your arms up only got the soreness to swell within you to a frustrating extent. You just wanted to get off. You'd feel better if you simply came. Then you could at least relax. "M-Mngh-!"

"Mlgp...mlhm...slp, glp, gglhk, glbbp..." Bertie casually swallows and feeds off of you. Like a leaking faucet, your cock is nursed at within the pucker from squeeze after squeeze, tug after tug, daring to take the width of your knot in. Already you felt trapped inside the caterpillar's hungry mouth, but with your knot wetly batting at the stretched exterior of the ring, it simply tempts you of the idea of...what if he swallowed that too~?

You try to hump harder, but lack the ability too. Your bindings prove to be difficult. And yet, your master can feel your forward surges and delights you with your needs being satisfied. He grips around at your plush ass and pulls his face in to hilt your lap, swallowing your entire knot with a muffled yet satisfying squelch to really lock you in. The chubby bug that spent too much time eating could really use his hunger to his benefit here, swabbing the entire shaft inside his cheeks with a twist of his head, tilting left and right in the doughy plunges.

That alone is enough to send you over the edge, fuming from your nostrils with a lifted back head, gagging in your own throat to not be able to heave the moans that pound at your clenched teeth. How **** you were to bark. Maybe Bertie would love to hear that sometime.

Yet he'd have to settle for your cum as you rupture into his mouth like a goo, obedient pooch. Hot jizz funnels right into the chubby glutton's gullet, buried into however deep his fat stomach could take it. Bertie's eyes close while hungrily swallowing all the same. "Gglp, mmgglp, gglhk, mlgp, mmnhh, glrk~" He tastes the Lucario spunk you offer up, spurt after spurt, giving your weighted balls a workout to unload without any help of the rest of your body. You drool in your mouth's restraints, fluttering at the eyelids. You feel light for a moment, a sensation you wanted wildly. The ceiling in your straining eyes goes blurry when firing off your last shot...and then came gravity, then came the weight of your own weak yet muscled figured.

You slump in the aftermath of your orgasm and dangle within your restraints, finding your chin thudding close to your chest collar now that your head's just as limp. You see the Caterpie dining away at your cock, cleaning it of your own spunk before tugging it with a loooong and streeeetched pull of that doughy soft ring. The pucker squeezes out before popping from your knot, and ultimately popping off your cock tip in a last tug.

Spplpck~!

The sound of your dick's freedom just lets it flaccidly thawp over your emptied nuts, sagging just as the rest of you was. "N-Nnnnnhh...uuhhnnn..." You groan weakly, heaving air from your nose at an uncomfortable rate while your heart continues to drum throughout your entire ribcage.

"Mmmlh, you're kinda yummy boy. You eat a lot of sweet fruit?" Bertie asks after wiping his mouth and pursing his pucker repeatedly. You just stare downwards, bleary, seeing your dick loosely drool onto your own bound hindpaws in a frame of darkness. The first orgasm certainly did a number on you, and the conk to your head didn't entirely go away either. So with a second wild unloading, your mind had suffered enough to even be considered conscious. Bertie's voice begins to go muffled to mute at your ears, as your eyes flutter shut to earn a break from the constant humiliation. You gave the bug what he wanted. And in turn, you earned yourself a spot in what he wants...