Caterpie Master [END]

"Wake up."

It was a command, one that probably was meant for you, despite your mind acting in its natural way of stasis. But you are snapped out of unconsciousness with a swat to your cheek.

"Wake up, dog." The voice spoke again, now urging for your attention. You groan aloud and find nothing but darkness, though in a quick effort, you bother to fight your eyelids to flick open, blinking now to be brought to light and colors. It takes a moment, but you reawaken into your prison cell. The orange-yellow hues of wax and clay being now something you were getting accustomed to at this point. But two figures now stand before you, one being the short tyke that was Bertie, easy to tell, but the other was surprisingly as tall as you, if not still partly taller despite your raised height from being dangled. A stern Scolipede woman glares at you with vivid golden eyes, and was even cupping your chin to restrain your eye-contact. It was Talia, the warden, and absurd voluptuous tank of strength. Her broad black belly almost pushes against you if her large breasts didn't already do so. Wide magenta thighs on a pair of stallion-like legs to really show she was the culmination of a bug and a horse.

For once, you see her smile, though it was not of a joy in which you could share. "Uhnhn...nnhh..." You can only offer her in recognition; a sign that you were up and listening.

She pats your cheek in a patronizing way, "There's the obedient pup. To think that you would be my ticket to exposing that little wasp of his treachery. I don't know whether I should kiss you or set you free~" The sound of that has your ears perk up, embarking a moment of hope that you didn't think you had left in you. Freedom? Was that truly the reward? You couldn't argue for it due to your silk-strapped muzzle, but your fervent wiggles of life and grunts tell her that you are eager for that outcome. The big Scolipede woman laughs in a bellowing way that was not meant to be joined. It was laughing with you, but merely at you.

"Hahahouah, hahh! Oh what, does that sound good to you? Unfortunately Lucario, you're still not one of us and a blight to my queen. You shall have neither have the glory of my lips nor a day in the sun again." Talia explains, albeit a bit too happy to do so. Your ears flatten down again. It hurt that you actually fell for such a teasing ruse. "Still...you have proven to have uses for my men. Bertie here has even offered a proposition that I'm still considering."

The big woman rests hands to her hips, leering ahead to see your sorry state in full. Continuing, "You are a lucky dog. Bertie tells me that you're quite the obedient idiot. How you managed to defeat the cold beast that had been plaguing our hive, yet you let yourself be captured by this pathetic grub is beyond me."

"H-Hey..." Bertie mutters, though, his reputation still had its place for a reason. Capturing you is about the only thing he's accomplished.

Talia just huffs, "Do not argue with me, Caterpie; had you actually contributed to this hive, you would not be seen as such a soft and useless grub. Though, perhaps the silver lining is that you proved to be the Lucario's weakness. A stupid weakness to have, but one I am eager to ****...~" She smiles to you again, flattening a hand to the wall behind you and leaning in close for another front-to-front press. Talia practically breathes against you, hinting at the dangerous toxins of her mouth. "...I will reward you for this, mutt. Not out of respect, but because you being strolled around on a leash within our home will just be a wonderful reminder that I am the true hand of the Queen. Because of you, I will be leaving this cell to go conduct Razz's execution; and the next time you see that conspiring little wasp, it will be the pounds he adds to my ass. Borrowing you from Bertie to be my stool for it teases a dreadful excitement in me...~"

She licks her lips, sadistic in her victory before leaning away. "Will you be a good boy and obey Bertie? Every command he gives, you obey. Every command I give and Our Majesty supersedes his own though. You are not a citizen within this hive. You're a tool. Used for relief. Used for labor. Used for whatever the Queen demands you of." Talia suddenly grips at the silk around your snout before tugging wildly, ripping it with ease to free your sore mouth to actually open. "Say it. Otherwise, you will join that fool of a marshal."

You gasp a fresh take of air, unhooking your jaw from the roof of your mouth to sputter for the time being. But a slam from the Scolipede's hand to the wall alerts you to blurt your answer, "I-I'll be a good boy! I'm Bertie's, and yours, a-and your Queen's disposal...!"

The urge to live was natural. Anything sounded better in servitude. And it was that delightful urge that the Scolipede earned the Golden Hive its new and proper pet.

"...That's a good boy~"

...Months transpire, though, it felt like much longer than that for Lace in his dayless days. In the times after the Lucario's submission, he was brought before an angry Vespiquen monarch that he audibly devoted his entire being to, even under the condition that she can have the dog sentenced to the hips of herself or any loyal subject of any day. Each day was ingrained into head head as a blessing. And it was. And still is.

Bertie currently sits on a wax bench within the Golden Hive guard station lobby, idly sucking on a honey pop bit of candy with his pucker mouth. He was still in charge of patrolling the lobby room itself, though, it was out of his own choosing. After all, it nailed him a pet of his very own; a rare breed of a Lucario that he could have at his beck and call at any moment. Lace was never referred to by his name, for he didn't have one anymore. He lost it the day he kneeled on his hands and knees for Queen Vexna's mercy. Instead, he was just dog. Plain and simple. It's all that he is now, a mutt with a warm body, a warm mouth, and enough strength to do any daily task his master demanded of him. The promoted Caterpie, 'Vice Marshal Bertie' acted as a secondary interior command of the Golden Hive for his loyal efforts, granting him the free time of idling in his humble position of guards venturing to and fro from their quarters.

He idly smacks on his candy pop until the whines of his leg rest emit out. Bertie looks down where he currently rests his soft soles on the leashed and collared Lucario pet left laying on his back. The dog was lounged out flat, by Bertie's demand of course, with his stomach and the side of his head **** to support the caterpillar's digitless soles. The Caterpie simply twists his right hind in place, squishing the Lucario's blushing cheek about as he giggles, "Ah ah ahh boy, no getting up yet. It's not another two hours until the dinner bell rings, so we gotta stay put. Kay~?" Bertie lifts the cheek-twisting hind up just to let the dog's head turn upright to look at his master. The Caterpie beams happily and just slowly blinds the Lucario, stepping down over Lace's eyes to rest his sole of the mutt's face instead, making the dog huff in embarrassed arousal.

As expected...the Lucario's cock surges in response. A golden ring glistens from around his knot; a reward for his horny nature to ensure he wasn't a cumming weak mess all of the time. It kept him domesticated, teased with relief upon its removal after a day's hard work, but only until then. For now, it keeps him from blowing his load too early and on-edge. Bertie just sets his other sole down on the cock to flatten it up Lace's belly. The meat pulses angrily from under the amazingly soft underside of Bertie's stepper, enticing yet another whine from the canine while being unable to get up. After all, he wasn't told to get up yet.

"Ssshhhhh...don't be a bad dog. Keep quiet and I'll get you to feed me during dinner, boy~" Bertie reminds the Lucario.

The uselessly horny pup, mind-broken to obey the caterpillar's will, simply wags his tail in a sheepish manner. He's a good boy, and simply keeps his trap shut...

No longer a hero worried about the Infection, instead, a tool of the Golden Hive. Brought down low by the fat caterpillar.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World...