Caterpie Captor

Delirious breaths exhaust themselves out of your open mouth which bumps your chest up and down the bottom of your vision. Strewn on the floor, aching at the head, weak at the body, you're left on the ground with a surging cock that just ruptured to a fat Caterpie that **** out an unrequested load out of you...and you simply allowed it. Ropes of cum drool from your flat stomach as your member twinges about, soaked in its own mess that left you more-or-less wanting a nap more than anything. It was one thing to have your blood rushing from the stress and struggle you gave before, but now you feel the adrenaline sputtering out with the loose beads of jizz trickling from your knotted length.

You lay sprawled, uncertain on how to resist or deal with the fatigue...but in the end you knew it didn't matter. Failure was already the result of your lack of caution. Overcomplicating the task of averting the fat bug doomed you; the very caterpillar stands nervously at the ready for whatever you had to pull.

"Don't...you dare move! Okay?!" The Caterpie 'Bertie' demands of you. Shamefully, you don't. You just laze and breathe, burning red at your face and sagging at the eyelids. The caterpillar appears to wait for any sign of resistance, but oddly enough, you had none to offer. "U-Uhm...show me your hands...?"

It was clear he had no real idea as to how to arrest someone. You're probably his first, ever. Just another added burn to your cheeks the fact that this fat loser bested you.

But obliged, you follow his command and silently lift your arms up above your chest. Although, you grant him the benefit of just pressing the underside of your wrists together, in a cuffed motion, offering nothing in your hands but the ability for him to easily bind them again. The Caterpie double-blinks at such a gesture, but lacks the caution to even reconsider it. "O-Oh! Wow, thanks. I didn't know you'd be so willing." He exclaims with a surprised joy, relaxing now as he stumbles up closer over you. An ear of yours flicks at such a phrase, but the accusation wasn't without merit. You're being dumb right now, but you can only feel the self-justification of it considering you were dumb enough to be snagged and dropped so easily.

The soft Caterpie hands grip your own pair, and scrunching that green doughy pucker of a mouth, he spits out wet white silk to glob against your wrists. Your fingers wince at the coldness of it, but are left to stare at the chubby bug as he spits glob after glob to dry in stringy ropes that he begins to weave around. "Ptew! Almost done. Can you, uhm, keep your hands still for me?" He asks you with those fully round eyes; a look of pure innocence, despite the consequences of what it means. It can be felt that he doesn't even expect you to do so, not immediately at least. This was just what he assumed was by the book; the proper sequence of containment for any loose prisoner or unwanted trespasser. Your lips wince along the side of your muzzle at his command, hearing it more as a worried request, but you keep your wrists steady. Awkwardly patient, your fingers wince in strained flexes at the foreign feeling of bindings keeping your hands useless to you.

With your cooperation however, the Caterpie lets go of your wrists entirely to really loop the strings around with his own set of hands, snagging your wrists tighter together with a much stronger vice to them this time around now. He even cups his soft grubby hands to yours, yanking them higher up for himself so he can get to the silk bindings better. The white strands of silk were thicker now, woven better, all thanks to your submission. You doomed yourself from ever having that fluke of snapping free of them again...

Bertie wipes his mouth with a short chubby arm, cleaning his talking sphincter to mutter out, "Hoh, thanks...you're kinda nice for a prisoner, dog."

You don't answer him at first. How were you supposed to respond to that? How were you supposed to justify any of this to him? The term of just being referred to as a 'dog' alone should have ignited some fight within you; was all of the fight perhaps gone because of Jackal's fate? Despite only really knowing him at the start of this venture, without his loyal presence at your side, the heavy burden of guilt weighs down upon you, tinged with shame for it all because it was at the cost of allowing yourself to be done in by this...tubby caterpillar.

Without responding with an awkward 'thanks', you instead just intensify the pressure of your teeth that gnash all the more angrily together, unable to find the justification to voice your actions.

"Well, you've been good, but I gotta take you back to the prison cells. Prisoners aren't supposed to be out of their cells. So...erhm, you know, rules are rules." He explains to you, as if it ever needed explaining. It was like he was unaware of the threat at hand for you, or just didn't understand what a real conflict was, sheltered by the 'Golden Hive' that he lives in. He steps back however, politely giving you space to get back up so he wasn't just standing over you any longer. "Did you need help up? I dunno if I can carry a bigger guy... Er, not that you're fat, but I'm...kind of on the short side, and you uh, you stand a lot taller than me. I'm gonna have to get you to walk so we can get you back in your cell. Okay?"

Again, he was being polite. But his ignorance was something to behold.

"R-Rnhh..." You groan with folded ears and a heat at your face. This was utterly abyssmal. "O...kay..." You dryly mutter out, opening your hands to him as you remain on your back until he gets you up. You could do it on your own, but your acceptance has led you to simply...giving the bug whatever he requested. Perhaps your punishment would be less if you were compliant.

"Gr-Great! Up you go...hrrngh-" The Caterpie straightens up with delight, all before grabbing you by a few of your fingers. He tugs on them, kicking his heels at the ground and straining his curving back to try and haul you to your hindpaws. It was more aching to your knuckles at the gesture, had you simply just rolled onto your front and pushed yourself up normally, but you still do most of the work of getting your legs underneath you and rise up to the taller stand you expectantly were. There you were, nearly twice his height, and he lets go of your fingers to 'smile' like he did a good job. "There you go. Gosh. You look tough. I thought I was done for when I spotted ya, but I guess what they say about looks being deceiving are true, huh? E-Everyone thinks I'm a joke in the Golden Hive ranks. But check me out...I caught a Lucario~! You guys are supposed to be rare fighters!"

He beams happily in his triumph, not even trying to destroy whatever fragile remnants of pride you had for yourself, but simply boasting himself on a much-needed win in his life. It wasn't great to be stood on as the pillar for him though; quite literally in your case, as evident as your wincing cock is. The way he just demolishes you without even trying. It boils your blood...and gets your dick to jump in the embarrassment. What the hell is wrong with your head...

"C-Can we not talk about that." You mutter, wishing yourself to just be in a lonely corner. It was less of a request and more of an expectation. Though, unfortunately for you, Bertie called the shots.

The bug in question blinks his big eyes and squeezes his legs tight up together in a more stiffened stance; like a reflex to authority. You were at least spared a salute. "O-Oh! I didn't mean anything by it! I just uh...wanted to toot my horn a little, heheh, erhm..." He explains, trailing off before perking up at a new thought. "...Right, I probably shouldn't let you talk though. I can't have you spitting any lies when escorting you or calling for help. Sorry, uhm, dog fella, but I'm gonna have to muzzle you for a bit." He rubs the back of his head, feeling guilty about the situation, but not enough to spare you of it.

The idea of a muzzle certainly ignites a hotter red out of your cheeks and an angry flick of your ear. "You can't be serious-"

"D-Don't hurt me!" Bertie exclaims in distress at your light growl, pinching his eyes shut in fear and suddenly spitting a glob of white to strike your cheek.

"Gnh--!" You stumble an awkward step back, partly blind on one side of your field of view thanks to the blurry glob of white liquid silk now stuck adjacent to your head.

The Caterpie blinks his eyes open again to see you wince at his attack, leaving him to try and take better charge. "Y-Yeah watch your tone too! You're my prisoner, so you better be happy I don't wrap you up in a whole cocoon!" He was earning some confidence now, unlike you. You just seethe at the gesture, gritting your fangs and wincing your right eye from the stickiness nearly having struck it. "...So...on your knees, prisoner! Or I'll hit you with another glob!"

You reserve your strength and refusal, in part asking upon him, "...G-Gnnh. F-Fine. I will, I'm coming down. I'll do anything you say, as long as you need, but...can you at least promise me your queen won't execute me if I comply with you?"

"Huh...?" Bertie's thin veil of being the dominant party here is suddenly distracted by the request. "You'll do everything I say? Like, you wanna be my pet?"

That is quite a stretch. Your pupils shrink a bit and your silk-globbed cheek winces up close to your eye at that. Being a 'pet' was not in any wheelhouse you would have expected to find yourself in, but it was currently that right now, or be guaranteed to rumble away in some bee queen's stomach and add to her hips. "I...well if that is what you want to c-call it, that..." You stumble in your words, but try to redirect the grub. "Can you guarantee the queen will grant me a lesser sentence, if I...am a good enough prisoner?"

"Ohh gosh...oh gosh, oh gosh..." Bertie cups his own cheeks. His big gleaming eyes almost sparkle. "I-I dunno if the queen'll listen to me...but I can tell everything to Warden Talia, and she can put in a good word for you to Our Majesty! Warden Talia is basically has the Queen's left antenna. Marshal Razz has the right one. But...if what you say about Marshal Razz is true...oh man, all the more reason to talk to Warden Talia!"

The Caterpie refocuses himself and nods at you, "Alright, you gotta be a good dog and do what I say though. Promise to be my pet, and we can get Warden Talia's blessing~" He can't really smile, but you can tell that this was cropping up to be the greatest day of his life. "Promise, boy!"

You fur prickles like a cold shiver runs through you, and your cock pulsates with an intense heat like a volcano warning of its molten inevitability. "I--" You **** on your next response. How did you go from confidently leaving Gold's cave this morning, to defeating a massive beast of a dinosaur together, only to find yourself friendless and captured by a mere caterpillar by the end of day?

"No backing out, you gotta promise, or I'll...I'll uh..." Bertie demands, and in an attempt to bring you down low, he stamps his soft sole at the floor, "Or I'll step on you 'til you beg me to stop...! I know your weaknesses now, Lucario!"

Like a dart striking your heart as a bullseye, the less stated about that, the better for you, regardless of any fate of royal dinners that occur. To hush him up, you stumble forward and put a finger to your lips, albeit with bound wrists still, "Sh-Sshh, I promise! I promise, just, keep your voice down...!" You swallow your pride, and emit with shame, "Like I said, y-you got me. So. I'm...your pet now. You have a pet Lucario."

You hope that there was enough bolstering there to really appease him, but perhaps it was overkill. His eyes look like they're actually going to well up now. "I-I have a Lucario pet, w-wow...~" The bellied Caterpie just mutters that new truth out to himself a few times, ready to ball his eyes out in joy. But he was a strong warrior. He soldiers himself up and holds back in the tears, as though it was the hardest task he'd have to commit today... "Snnnff...okay, you're okay Bertie, you can do this. Just have to do this right. You're just...a real guardian of the Golden Hive now that you got a pet like Valentina and the top captains~"

The mention of Valentina reminds you that she was a potential threat Razz had warned you about, though, the advice he gave you of her was all for naught; the Beedrill should have put more warning into you about the fat caterpillar that wandered the guard lobby. Still, you should have done better to not succumb to him in the first place. Perhaps you simply agree with this penance as a means to pay your failure forward, like a just punishment. "Y-Yeah, you do. So Warden Talia, remember?" Your best hope now was to betray Razz in hopes that Talia's distrust of him would win you better favor with her.

"O-Oh right! Sorry. Well. As your master, I order you on your knees, Lucario! I still gotta, y'know, muzzle ya..." He demands of you; whatever your name is was still unknown to him, but he didn't seem to be inclined to ask it out of you. To him, you were just a trespasser, trained in his upbringing to see you less than any citizen of the hive. A nonconformed being that needed to be put into line, lest you be a danger to him and his queen.

You blush, you sigh, and you bring yourself to Bertie's level. The thud of your knees hit the beeswax flooring and your ears wobble in their splayed states. This was the worst. But you'd have to make the best of it. The heat of your burning cheeks nearly keep the glue-like silk glob to melt off from the side of your face, but the Caterpie wipes it clean from your fur. "Good boy...~" He tells you. Weird. It felt...nice. In your defeat, you were given proper appreciation. It was fulfilling. How odd... Unbeknownst to you, perhaps in a primal sense within your nature, your fluffy blue tail delights itself in a subconscious waggle at the gratitude.

It only lasts for a moment however, with Bertie now cupping both of his hands to your face-cheeks to ready your muzzle up. "Just gimme a minute. I'll take it off if Warden Talia says I can. So just sit still, kay boy?" And with a muffled churn, the caterpillar readies more milky silk in his mouth before spitting it against your snout. The length of your muzzle winces at the cold liquid, but with enough collecting, it begins to harden in wiry, sticky strands. Your bound hands just wince in front of your lap, with your cock throbbing in the open valley of your arms at the air. Any audible 'spit' he makes, your dick jumps at knowing it was to bind you further. Just what was awakening inside of you...?

"Ptew! Sppt! Thhp!" The Caterpie globs your muzzle up in the stuff before leaning in, wincing that doughy green pucker right in front of the runway of your black snout. "...Whew. Folks outside are nicer than I thought. Or maybe it's just Lucarios that are the obedient ones? Still. I'm glad I caught you. Anyone else might have just eaten ya, but you're safe and sound with big ol' Bertie here, kay~"

How...sweet...huh...

Bertie although was still enamored with the idea of owning you now, and cupping both your cheeks up, he squishes his green pucker-mouth right against your nose and lips, smooching in tight for a kiss. You blink more awake at the sensation, feeling him squish the doughy ring about to prompt you to kiss back, lightly tugging at you. You were in this for the long haul after all, and you'd have to learn to just follow along with whatever your new 'master' wanted. With the droop of your eyelids and a rising surge of your dick, you simply grunt and kiss back at your captor. "M-Mpnhph...nmh, smmch..."

And there you have it, the moment you knew you're downright committed to this chubby bug. Your mouth pushes at his pucker to enjoy the unique sensation of it pursing over the front of your muzzle, almost swallowing your nose and chin in...until it actually does. Bertie's sphincter wallows over your muzzle to swallow it in like a banana, taking the length of it in to where wet silk was glued to it. Your eyelids drift a bit more open, unsure as to where he was going with this...all for him to just start pumping his head. The pucker-mouth squishes in over your whole muzzle, all before stretching in a tug when he pulls back, and from this he creates a rhythm. Plunging in and sucking back, he practically face-fucks you, just in an unorthodox meaning or treatment.

Swallowing and giving, the Caterpie mouth drools the wet silk liquid over your entire muzzle, glazing it in a mess of the stuff, with Bertie just keeping his eyes shut the whole time. "Mlp...shhlp, gllhm, shlp~" He was enjoying this, helping to seal your mouth completely shut when he finally pulls back. His green pucker strains out long, reaching its limit before releasing the extent of your muzzle with a wet and loud 'pop'. The wet sphincter wobbles in place for a moment, but he wipes it with his arm again and chimes in, "There we go, that's plenty to wrap you up and good."

It was true, the face...blowjob(?) had left the silk dripping from your muzzle, all until the Caterpie cups his palms to it and pinches at it. He tugs lengths of silk strings to cool into thin strings, weaving that together and keeping your jaw clamped up to the roof of your mouth. Instinctively, you attempt to grumble a word, but it only thrums incoherently. "Ah ah ah...no talking. Remember?" Bertie asks, now far more content with orders and position.

Your ears wiggle down again. He was certainly correct. You did remember.

With a final tug that yanks your muzzled mouth all the tighter, he lets the silk go and pats your cheek. "There we go, that looks good. C'mon. It's time to go to your cell boy." At eye level with you thanks to your willing position, the big bug boy gives you a hug, pulling you into him as his rotund and stupidly soft belly squashes in at your arms and front. You shiver at the gesture, but when he lets you go, he plugs his thumb into his mouth and stretches a long and thick line of silk out when unplugging it. With that, he disconnects it and glues it to your wrist restraints, allowing it to cool into a lengthy thin rope. You wonder why he needed an extra big strand of the stuff, your wrists were good and tight as your mouth, but the objective becomes clear when he tugs at it to jerk your arms partly up. "Up you go."

It was a leash. And you were yanked at to comply. You struggle awkwardly back up to a stand of your hindpaws, and with a happy nod from him, he pulls at the leash to guide you by your restrained wrists, forcing you to follow behind him now. You stamp your steps at a weird pace, having to adjust to whatever Bertie walks, with the dumpy caterpillar ensuring you're just a tug away as he proudly marches deeper into the Golden Hive complex with his catch in tow. The chubster would be happy with any and all eyes that would now get to see him with his new Lucario pet...