The Queen's Sentence

...In a slow process, your ears twitch at the muffled mixture of voice all around you. A natural impulse to rub them is met with resistance; much of it in fact. All too familiar now, you groan awake to discover that you cannot move again. Your limbs and body are sealed in a softer texture this time, but the wet moisture of it completely soaks your fur and leaves even less room to push at it. Even your mouth this time was tied up, denying you speech. Not only that, but the silk cocoon was candied up in a dense layer of hardened honey again to make you into the sweet treat you were meant to be from the start. "M-Mrf...nnh?"

Blinking awake, you discover you're being held to face up at the ceiling, and a much taller one at that this time. You attempt to jerk your head around, finding only temporary glances of whatever knew space you're being kept in. The vast ceiling was like that of a cathedral, with a honeycomb shaped dome of hexagonal openings at the top to allow sunlight into the space. Long drapery of curtains and flags mark some of the tall beeswax columns supporting such a space, granting you an idea that this was...the throne room. A look to your left catches the partial sight of a Scolipede woman's head, Warden Talia. Her serious golden eyes flick over to notice you, forcing your ears to fold back. She scowls, as if annoyed by your very presence, or that she was already annoyed and you just soured the mood even more. Your suspicions of her carrying you are confirmed with a look down at your honeyed cocoon to see her large magenta arm hooked around you, carrying you like that of a log.

She clears her throat, "Queen Vexna, forgive my interruption, but the prisoner is finally awake." The Scolipede used a softer tone when addressing this supposed queen than she did for Razz when you first encountered her.

And with a delighted clapping, you hear this queen speak. "Present the nuisance." The sound of an object strongly taps at the ground, and with a good enough guess, was a scepter. In a transitioning swing, you are hauled off of Talia's shoulder and instead hugged against her hip. At least partly upright, but now you had to deal with the buff and voluptuous Scolipede's broad black belly to be hugged against, side-to-side with no reprieve to move. Her soft stomach would've been more enjoyable had the circumstances not been so dire, especially now that you were given a full-fledged look at the one who was to doom you.

Sure enough, you are presented with a mutual look with the 'royalty' herself, Queen Vexna, a Vespiquen woman currently resting on a throne of gold and wax. The bee woman glares at you with leering red eyes while gold mandibles idly pinch together at her jagged-looking mouth between them. Her body started from the top with a vivid yellow that went down to her sizable bust; a pair of round, soft-looking yellow tits resting freely with golden orange nipples. Whatever light was beaming overhead was certainly meant to highlight the queen, as a hexagonal spotlight shone directly over the throne she resided on to glisten her colored body. But in a transition downwards, her figure moved to a natural yellow dress-like hide with a black striped edge to it, partly hiding her slender black legs that were hooked one over the other to end with stiletto-like hindclaws.

In a lift of a ruby-topped gold scepter, she demands out of you in a hissing voice, "...This is the dog that refused its leash? It hardly seems capable enough to have dealt with that cold tyrant plaguing our lands, let alone to have caused such a ruckus downstairs." As much as you would love to protest, you were completely muzzled with silk, leaving you to just furl your brows in anger. The Vespiquen scoffs, resting a cheek to her knuckles, unamused, "...Pure insolence, even in its eyes. Dear Razz, what mangy creature is this?"

With his name mentioned, you glance past the horizon of Talia's belly blocking half of your vision off to the side to see the Beedrill himself. He was standing casually with his arms tucked behind his back. He doesn't even look at you. "A Lucario, your Majesty. Despite their rarity, they were known as capable fighters. Its actions were troublesome at first, but suffice to say, it has been properly subdued and is prepared for your sentencing." They kept referring to you as just an 'it'. Even Razz now. Perhaps it was just him meeting the queen's standards to disassociate himself from you, or that these people truly have succumbed to the idea that they're the only sane people in the world anymore. The queen herself had to be nuts...

Talia remarks however, "If it is of a rare breed and interests you my Queen, the dog may earn his last words as a testament for at least doing away with the ice tyrant, as you said." She seemed keen on having you ungagged.

"My Queen, I must object," Razz states with a step forward. "It has tarnished your hospitality of our Hive and exclaims falsehoods to drop one's guard. I suffered that mistake once, I will not have you be endangered." His eyes finally leer to you, "If it truly wishes to offer its graces for dealing with the ice tyrant, then our Queen should want to claim that power for herself. It is a miraculous gift to earn a rare breed such as this. It matters as fuel, not as another mouth of heresy in the throne room."

The Scolipede strengthens her gaze to the Beedrill, prepared with a rebuttal of her own, as were you if you could doom the Beedrill at least to the same fate. But the queen delights in the idea and muses, "...Ever my guardian, dear Razz. Very well, it will stay gagged and face its sentence."

Talia mutters, "**** for it then, if that is to be the way. How would my Queen like to enjoy her dessert?"

The Vespiquen murrs, using a free hand to tap at her chest, "Mmhhh...I believe the appetizer and entree have stewed away already enough...~" Her clawed finger roams around at her breast, tracing its malleability with circles, as if to test the new meat to them. Your eyes widen, realizing she was likely talking of Gold and Jackal. The pair had trusted themselves at your side, only to now be...gleaming on the bee queen's bosom. "Then again, my ever faithful Razz was the one to apprehend this creature, not once, but twice. Perhaps he should enjoy such a 'rare breed' that he seems to know so much about~"

Even Razz was a bit surprised. The Beedrill twitches an antenna but quickly tries to overcome his reaction, "I-If you deem me worthy, your Highness, I will happily silence this dog and ensure its strength goes into your protection."

You roll your eyes. All of the ass-kissing was almost as bad as being sentenced to be eaten of all things. Talia shared in some of the feelings at least, grunting out, "Despite that, his failure for letting the catch slip away in the first place should not be rewarded my Queen. If it had been placed under my watch, it would have never escaped its confines. I understand you for not seeking punishment to your marshal, but to reward him would be just as unjust. I find it more fitting that he watches you enjoy this rare creature, as a mark that if he comes across another, he does not repeat his first mistake in hopes to have one of his own."

Razz doesn't grant her a look. It wasn't his first time being questioned by Talia, and he was this close to getting by without being caught in his mutiny. He just nods and gives a formal bow, "Warden Talia...speaks true. The rewarded is up to you, my Queen. I only wish you fulfilled and fit to rule this hive."

With no hope of a third option of freedom being presented, you jerk and flex in your cocoon with no wiggle room. Your fate was in this tyrannical queen's hands...

The queen taps her clawed fingers on the armrests of her throne, debating in her mind who gets to add you to their waistline. She smiles eventually, announcing, "A valid dilemma, but my kindness is fair and my wrath is just. The dog will be fed to..."

1. "...Your Highness, me~"

2. "...My Marshal, Razz~"