Caught by a Caterpie [BAD END]

This tubby tyke-sized excuse of a soldier isn't going to catch you. If he was in any way competent at his job, he wouldn't be having to do meandering laps around the guard lobby. Just keep at a distance, go at his pace, and you'll be home free.

It does take a good while for the tubby Caterpie to make it around where you want him though before you finally get to proceed with a slow squat-walk. He was going at a waddling pace when you eyed him from your waist-high cover, but you tuck your head down when moving, as not to risk even the unlikely chance of being spotted. It certainly felt annoying to have to move at a crouched height though, putting unneeded stress on your knees and calves, but you wanted to make sure you could spring up at a moment's notice if need-be. You figure you've crawled enough when you had to go through the small tunnel Razz dug out.

As you slowly creep around to the right side of the room, the Caterpie was already slightly ahead on the left side of the room. You forget about the center path that cuts through the middle of the space since you knew not to take it, and the Caterpie hadn't once trekked through it on his patrol, however...

"...Hm?" The bug silently perks up when catching something at his peripheral, looking to his left along the center path to see a blue canine tail and rear sticking out from the short garden wall, near the floor. He tilts his head, wondering if someone was playing a prank to him and hiding out. But curious enough, the fat caterpillar begins to mozy his way along the shortcut path.

You take a couple more low steps forward, seeing the hallway you needed to get to come into view, you smile, and simply look over your shoulder, seeing no Caterpie behind you. 'Easy'. You think aloud in your head before you turn it to face forward again. Unfortunately, had you just kept looking for an extra couple of seconds, you would have seen the Caterpie step right up from your blind spot to be right behind you.

The Caterpie guard gasps to see a hunched-down dog creeping his way to the main hall. He knew of some recent catches from the wild had been brought in, but how this mutt made it this far was beyond him. Perhaps you were just an outsider looking to steal something. "Wh--! Whuh...In-Intruder!" He huffs aloud.

The voice alone was enough to make your fur spike up. Your eyes shrink and you pivot around to just see the broad belly of the fat bug you thought you just lost take up your vision. A single flick of the head shows the short bug partly towering your crouched height with nervous big eyes aimed at you. He was already beginning to lunge forward with hands out to grab you, igniting your position to immediately rocket up to a stand to better face off against the bug.

However...he was already lunging down at you. The moment you ascend your squat up, your snout suddenly squishes into the doughy green pucker of his mouth.

"M-Mllph?!" You both equally and muffledly grunt as your muzzle squelches into the space of his mouth. Now each pair of your eyes mirror one another in confused surprise. You were barely halfway up in your stand when the Caterpie's mouth just pinches in tight to hug at your muzzle while his chubby arms come together, slapping together to cross around your back in an awkward bear hug. Your shoulders hunch tight towards your head and your legs awkwardly cave inwards from the uncomfortable half-stand to meet his height.

"...Gmhpk?! R-Rrghh." You growl in annoyance and attempt to pop your muzzle back out, feeling it slide from the thick green ring, but before you could pop your nose out, the Caterpie just swallows in response which tugs your face dangerously even deeper. The soft but tight space tugs your snout into what feels like his gullet, worrying you all of a sudden that this tubby grub was now...posing a genuine threat? You try to earn a better grip of the floor and resituate your hindpaws to parse out evenly so they weren't buckling. But as if fate was cruelly humorous, the waxy floor of the Hive's guard lobby made it tough for mammal paws to naturally shift on. You feel the floor slip against your pink pads, forcing your stature to completely fail leading to the fall of your rear. "Wh--mnph!"

Your ass hits the ground which only hunches the Caterpie taller and more over you at this point; the impact of the sudden drop even gets your head completely swallowed into that pucker. You'd gasp if you could, but the pressure of the short bug's gullet denies you even a proper reaction. The Caterpie just double-blinks in his own confused surprise, but if you were just going to make this easier for him, he'd take his once in a lifetime chance of catching someone while on guard duty here.

Another ambient swallow pulls your shoulders and chest inside, with his fat belly now squishing up at your front while he pinches his mouth in together tight. "Gllmph! Nmh...gglhck~!" The gulps stress your figure to fit into the smaller mouth. While the tubby pucker had malleability to it, it was so obviously smaller than a regular set of jaws was. This guy probably feeds off bits of leaves or seeds; berries at the biggest. But here he is dining on a rare canine almost twice his height. That isn't going to stop the tubby glutton though as he flexes those short, squishy arms and tugs you into the tank you would've made fun of him for.

Your abdomen and waist sinks through, leaving your rear, tail, and jerking legs left to deal with. You try to sit up or stand, but blindly having dropped a seat with this fatty over you now felt impossible to ever get back up. He wouldn't even stop swallowing.

"Mmgglp...glhk...schllp, glmh!"

None of this was a part of the plan. How could you have expected that his hunger would be the strongest thing about him? Sure, he was fat, so he probably ate a lot, but never did you expect him to be able to wolf a fighter like you down!

You feel him stagger a bit when trying to deal with the ingested weight of your upper body in him, and in a struggling haul, you feel your rump finally leave the floor, but not for any good reason. "Hh-hhlmp?!" You grunt tightly when your head mashes in his hot stomach while your legs swing up high in the room's air. From there, your black strong legs are left tightly kicking as they sink into the green pucker devouring them; each tug just slips them closer to doom while the narrow pressure forces them closer together. In the end, all you're left with is the big wincing paws spilling through the sphincter until he swallows your lower half to join the rest of your humiliated self.

"Ghl-kk! H-Hoouhhh...whoa..." The Caterpie sighs out with a woozy tone. His eyes waver up a bit with his eyelids partially hanging down, feeling his cream-colored stomach strain to fit the whole mutt in. The bug's belly domes out tautly, rounding out to a painfully tight chamber for you to be balled up in, bundling you into a near-impossible position.

"A-Aughk, gnh! No...!" You cry out a bark as the intense strain is completely encased around you; the greater size and height end up being your own detriment against this shortstack loser. You attempt to budge any grace of space you can, but are denied even an inch. The belly had hit its limit, and you wouldn't be able to fight back up at all. It was all made worse when you feel your prison teeter over and a harsh impact sloshes you in place. "Mnhphkgh!"

The Caterpie had collapsed on his back. He groans in sickness and pain after his middle water balloon'd out, making it a battle to just even stand. "H-Hhh...hhh...intruder, ough, captured..." He pants out tiredly, reaching his grubby hands to cup his belly and stroke its worries. The easing palms just grope at your packed figure and remind you that this little tyke of a bug managed to actually down you. And all you could do to refute it was swing your entire body weight tightly in place, which of course, just bobs the heavy dome about in his hands.

His short legs smear and heel at the ground, dragging over the pawprints of where you slipped on the hard wax before. "U-Uahh, st-stop moving, oughk. So...full...hhrh..." He just gives a palmed slap of his chubby tank, batting you harder from inside. "Gotta...report this to the Marshal..." He groans, reaching an elbow back to try and lift himself to sit upright, only to fail miserably as the squeeze of his belly just sends him flat out again. "Ghuh! Nnnhhhh, maybe after...hhh...a little rest."

"Nghmhph rsst?! Nmhp!" You endeavor to roar back insults to your unlikely predator, and yet, your mouth is as clamped shut as the caterpillar's stomach is. He wasn't just gonna haul you away like this at all, despite how mortifying that would be to go through that. You were going to digest first.

Any motion to resound your displeasure at such a dooming idea just wobbles the bug's stomach to offer little solace. The Caterpie can't even keep his hands to still the sloshes; his arms and legs just slump out on the floor as he moans in place. "Oouuuahhh...s-settle down, I caught you. That'll teach you to, rghk, steal from us." You weren't even trying to take anything, you just wanted your friends back. "M-Man, I didn't think...I didn't think I could do it. But I got a guy. I-I got someone during a patrol. Mnnh, maybe Marshal Razz will promote me..."

He groggily looks at the hill of his own cream-colored gut, managing to give it a last pat-pat of a bouncy drum to murr aloud, "...After your bug chub though. Ough. I hope I can walk after you're done in there, poochie."

You whine and growl at that, trying to fight the hand off which just lets the palm weakly slap back onto the floor as the grub hears the muffled rumbles of his tum.

RrrRrrrrrGggggglllrrgglll...~

The stomach contracts tightly, and the wet pressure was beginning to boil. It was over. You're caterpillar food. "N-Nmgh...Jhhckhl...Ghhld..." The names of your companions moan out of your sealed lips while the sounds of stewing just slowly encompass you. The lack of air made it at least easier for your eyes to roll up to the back of your head, and the dark lack of consciousness dwindles you to sleep...

GggGGllkkrrggglllrrbblll...~

The Caterpie huffs, in a lucid state of pleasure and pain while his tum works on the dog inside of him, biding his time to just enjoy the fullness he's never gotten to feel until now...

You stew in the grub, and in turn, so too would your companions in the queen bee's stomach. All because you willingly were too slow to stop a slower bug from getting his mouth on you.

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"Bertie..." A name is called in the ambiance of darkness. Someone recognizes the name, but doesn't respond at all other than a wincing squish of his pucker mouth. He is called upon again by name, but this time, a tight and squashing pressure caves down in his middle which suddenly jerks Caterpie awake. "Bertie!"

The caterpillar blinks his big eyes open to see the towering, blurry view of a Beedrill standing over him. More than just over him; a leg was mounted right on top of the caterpillar's doughy middle to keep a black hind pinned down on it. "H-houghk, wha--?" The Caterpie named Bertie groans in surprise, rubbing small fists to fix his vision. The Beedrill was none other than Marshal Razz himself, who was looking particularly extra-annoyed for some reason. "O-Oh...g'morning Marshal."

"It is deep into the evening, Bertie." Razz scolds in return, arms crossed to his chest while he stresses the pressure of his hind deeper into Bertie's stomach. "And you were sleeping on the job. Again. Enjoy a nice snack while you were already considering how else you could be lazy today?"

"Gnh, n-no sir! Not at all sir! I--" The Caterpie attempts to explain, but grunts from the twist of the hind to his fat middle.

Razz personally didn't care if the caterpillar did his job or not. He was more concerned that Lace was taking too long to meet with him on the next floor; the Queen had already dined on her two-course dinner and demanded the Lucario for dessert. And yet, his cell was found to be empty. Razz begrudgingly had to order for the local guard of the Golden Hive to search the premises for the mutt, but the Beedrill himself retraced the path he had given to Lace. No one claimed credit for dealing with the dog though. It was like he simply vanished.

He thinks to himself, 'Could that Lucario have managed to simply abandon his friends and find a way out alone? No...he was constantly adamant about saving those two. Why did he procrastinate though and not meet me?' The Beedrill just sighs and shakes his head, looking to where the wall of the tunnel exit would be to see if there was any sign it had been used. The panel was shut closed though, which could go either way in theory-making. Still, just to check if Lace had been through here at all, the marshal asks, "It does not matter. Have you at least seen anything suspicious while in this room?"

Bertie winces from the pressure on his belly, but he looks down at the tank and sees that it's churned probably half of the process off for the dog."Well...actually yeah! There was a trespasser, so I gobbled him down before he could get away."

"A trespasser? You--" Razz twitchs an antenna and widens his red eyes. Immediately he glares down to the Caterpie's belly and pries his hind off of it, seeing the fat middle wobble in place. Had it been a few hours, sure enough, it was probably bigger before. "You...a-ate him?" The Beedrill wouldn't believe it.

Yet Bertie was proud to slowly sit himself up, huffing from the new weight, but grips the short garden wall to pry his body to a wobbly stand. "Hghh...y-yes sir~!" The Caterpie salutes to the Beedrill while standing attention. His thighs clap together and his small hand chops up to his forehead, trying to look more professional, despite his natural stature and the bob of his Lucario-added chub. "D-Didn't mean to catch some Z's sir, but he was a tall dog fella! I uh...may have had to sleep him off before I could report it..."

Razz stands in completely stupefied silence. His eyes just stay on the caterpillar's fat middle to try and picture Lace sinking into such a stout grub. How did a Lucario like that manage to take down a giant, ice-spewing dinosaur...only to end up getting snacked on by this defenseless shrimp? The disbelief was cemented to Razz's face, which left Bertie awkwardly standing in pure silence, making him more nervous.

"Uh...Marshal Razz?" The caterpillar inquires; his salute losing some posture. "Are you...mad?"

The Beedrill simply blinks at first, processing on how anything like this could have gone wrong, but if it meant that the issue was over and done with, all the marshal could do was play his part like always and hope he comes across someone who doesn't let a caterpillar catch them. "...No, erh, no I am not upset at all, Bertie. You...have simply...impressed me."

The Caterpie's eyes light up; the black circular pupils swelling out even wider like full eclipses. "R-Really?! Ya mean it, sir?"

The Beedrill's antenna twitches again. This was just...pathetic. Best to cut his losses here and try another time. Kneeling down, he rests a hand on Bertie's shoulder, "I do not lie to my men, especially the competent ones. Consider yourself a hero today, Bertie. That Lucario was a danger to the queen, and you just helped spare her life from that threat. I would be happy to escort you to the throneroom to make your report."

The Caterpie's pucker winces repeatedly together and his eyes nearly well up. He's never been...congratulated before, let alone gotten to be in the queen's good graces.

Razz sees the wet eyes and mutters awkwardly, "L-Let's not cry. Please. One must show complete resolve and control when in the Majesty's presence."

Bertie sniffs and wipes his arm over his eyes, "Y-Yes sir! You're right sir." He slaps his cheeks and endeavors to look more stern-looking. Failing of course, but the attempt is there.

The Beedrill sighs and rises up to a full stand, ready to leave this...awkward day behind him. Together, he leaves with the wobbly Caterpie as the Lucario becomes nothing but a chubby dressing for the squishy steps of the grub...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World