Top Bee for a Reason

...Free from the confines of that hardened honey, you roll your wrists around some as you stand before the Beedrill. Razz's proposition was coercive, but too vague for your liking. When it came to aiding others or saving your life, you preferred to be the one in control. Pride was one thing, but trust was a fragile and uncommon thing in this world, and Razz was asking for too much of it.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," You finally reply to him as your aura begins to cook in your hands, "...until I get answers from you. You might be taking a risk here, but you're still sided with these people. In fact, you're pretty up there. Who's to say you can't pull some strings if your 'Highness' values you so highly?"

The Beedrill simply keeps a hand at his curved hip while an antenna lifts, like a cocked ear. He didn't look too disappointed, but the leer he gave off seemed more-so of annoyance. A tension builds between you two. "...So that is your answer then?"

"It's a fair exchange, I think. A better answer from you, a better answer from me." You respond. Your blue aura burns at your palms as the two of you now arrive at a stand-off. "But clearly you're not here for a deal. You just want what you want."

"Perhaps." Razz admits with a brief buzz of his wings. He finally removes his hand from his hip and stands at the ready for whatever you were going to pull. He thins his eyes, and the two of you square off silently, hoping the other makes the first move. He was at least right about one thing, Jackal and Gold may not have a lot of time; wasting it on this hornet probably wasn't worth it then. You take your chances and make the first move.

In an uppercutting swing, try to clock the bee directly under his chin in an attempt to daze him, but a mere lean from him arcs your arm up too high and without a target. His hand smacks against your raised arm to catch it before he buzzes up off the ground with you. You snarl, igniting your arm with your blue flaming aura to cook against his palm. His eyes wince at the heat, but his exoskeleton was tough; his grip just retightens before spreading his legs a bit more out to suddenly swing his large bee stinger in between them, trying to sting you. In a reflex, you do the same, swinging your legs a bit out as the two of you hover in the air so his bee abdomen barely misses one of your femurs. In that motion, you bring your legs back together, smashing hard against the bee abdomen with a surge of aura that finally gets Razz to release you from his grip, though the action has you dropping to the ground immediately.

You manage to land on your hindpaws, if not with a staggering wince though from your bad leg. It left you open to Razz buzzing right back down to you, delivering a swift divekick to smash against your cheek to send you onto your back. You gasp out a wheeze before a dense black bug extremity stomps down onto your chest. Razz towers over you, buzzing constantly in a bit of anger as he scolds you, "A waste of my time and of your own life. Is this what you wanted?"

Your arms lift and aim at him, giving a burst of aura energy to get him to step off of you. Razz at least does so, but not before he stinger comes back in to jab right at your lab, digging the sharp end through the gauze wrapping of your injured limb. "G-Ghk--!" An intense and hot sting surges in your leg, leaving you to grip just below the knee as you bark in the distress. Your left leg didn't want to move anymore. It was like glass if you did so.

"You're certainly stronger than I, but I am quicker and wiser." He pats the sides of his own yellow thighs as if comparing his leg-game to your own. Sure enough, the hips weren't just for show, and proved he was better with his bottom half, but that didn't stop him from continuing to patronize you aloud, "Nor can your condition compare to mine. I took you for someone with a good survival instinct, but I see now that you're a dumber mutt I gave you credit for if you thought you could fight with a leg like that. I don't need to be the top bee in the hive to take the likes of you down."

"Sh-Shut it..." You growl out. You didn't need the reminders, and he was going after your pride now. In a pained stagger, you manage to get yourself up onto a paw, keeping your bad leg lightly hooked back and lifted. Any pressure to it would just ignite that pain in you again. He was right about the quickness though. He was only good at close-range, meaning you could **** that if needed.

Putting your hands together, you charge up a signature Aura Sphere in the hopes that he'll have to get in close if he wants to attack you. The wider the orb, the easier it'd be to hit him. It all just mattered on his reaction time, to which he lifts up a knee and fans his wings when standing on only one leg, but not in an injured state like you. It was more of a kickboxing stance in preparation to deliver another swift kick if he can buzz away from your projectile. It was another standoff as the fire builds and burns in your palms. All you needed was a sign, a brief moment...just a gesture of him reconsidering his options, and then you'll-

"What's all this then?!" A female voice exclaims after the sudden swing of a door. Your eyes naturally dart to the source, spotting the Leavanny and Wurmple guards that had been stationed outside of your cell. The two female soldiers witness you out of your cocoon, charging up an attack against their head honcho.

It was all Razz needed to get an opening on you. Having been the one to take your attention away for all but a moment, the Beedrill quickly clocks your jaw in a sudden kick before roundhousing against your cheek. The double-strike disperses your concentrated aura and sends you over onto your side, rolling and hitting a honeycomb wall. You gasp out, feeling that familiar sting in your leg at the impact to leave you gripping at it. "A-Aghk...shhhghk..." You seethe, hating your handicap in this encounter.

Though it all seemed to be coming to a close as Razz buzzes quickly to you. "Stand back, let me handle him!" He announces to the two guards. Dragging his leg, he sweeps it up to go right for your head again since you were so low to the ground. The swift pop sends your head up to get your right on your knees with spittle flinging from your jaws, rattling your mind once more. And in a downward axe-kick, he smashes down on top of your noggin, fully dazing you with a quaking pain.

"Gh-hugh...! Hnh, nnh..." You groan out, unable to fully open your eyes as your limbs just sag down at your sides and your vision blurrs repeatedly. All you could see was the Beedrill's lower half standing before you, in that same kickboxing posture until he settles his leg back down. His arms were casually crossed to his chest, and his concerns never seemed to be met. Seeing you drooling out of your maw and blinking awkwardly, the Beedrill knew you were done for at this point. You certainly felt like you had a chance, but without a clear head, it didn't matter what you thought.

Razz simply grunts quietly to you of his immeasurable displeasure, "You cannot have hoped to beat me. And now we both may have to pay the price, but I would be careless if I gave you the chance to oust my plans." In a lift of his leg, he lays it over your shoulder to rest a thigh on top of it, all before scooting you in between his legs so he can clamp them together. The yellow meaty thighs lock in, compressing your head between them at the neck to suddenly block your airflow. The muscles in the oddly soft meat flex tighter, and with a squeeze, he begins to **** you in his thighs with a headlock. Your face awkwardly bunches up together, bloating your cheeks and burning them red in pressure. "H-Hrkk--!" You sputter from your lips, but you couldn't get anything cohesive from them. "Nrrfh! M-Mrkh, rrhzz!"

Your hands weakly grab at his standing legs, grinding your fingers in a sliding grip to the powerful legmeat now denying your lungs anything. Your knees tremble on the floor and your face burns tight. The thighs felt like they were going to break your neck. With eyes rolling up, you whine for any oxygen to hit your throat, but anything of your neck was clamped up tighter than his own hold. Your chest pains for life, but you had nothing to give it.

Razz in the meantime just sighs, still with crossed arms, letting his legs do all the work as they did in the fight. "Please, do not make this a mere exercise. Just let the darkness take you, and the pain will cease. You will make a better meal than a fighter, Lucario."

You didn't want to obey him, but your brain was slurred in thoughts and shutting your body down. The ache was too stressful for your head and the vision in your eyes was going completely out. The last sight you earn is the blurry image of the underside of his stinger abdomen, rimmed above the other end of the room of the Leavanny and Wurmple guards watching their prisoner dwindle into unconsciousness. In a squishing clench of Razz's big thighs, a muffled 'pop' sounds out, working out an air pocket in your neck to relax it in more, like he had popped your knuckles. The notion gets your eyes to go white and your head to sag down. "...lghh..." You succumb as expected, and fall ****...

In an unimpressed huff, Razz gives a few more clamping squeezes of his thighs against the sides of your head to ensure you were down for the count, all before relaxing his own stance. He releases your throat, using a mere knee under your chin to slump you backwards. Your back thumps against the wall that he had kicked you to, leaving you silent and slumped on your rear. Your ears flop over some and your arms spill uselessly down at your sides; your legs widespread. The Beedrill keeps a step against your chest to keep your body upright as he gestures his stinger for the two women. "...He has been subdued, it is safe to approach for now."

Giving a glance to one another, the two bug women do so, approaching with caution as they admire Razz's work in apprehending the prisoner. The Leavanny herself cocks her head and gives Razz a look, "Ya mind tellin' me what the hell happened? How'd he get out of his restraints?"

Razz glares down at your silent figure for a moment before noting out, "His body was able to produce a flame-like energy. I've not seen a Lucario before, but I do know they possess such an ability. My theory is he reheated the honey from within to weaken it. He bursted his arms out during my interrogation and caught me by surprise during his winded words; he likely thought he could distract me and earn a quick killing blow."

"Hot damn, he was crafty!" The Wurmple exclaims before beaming up at the bee, "Y-You're incredible Marshal Razz!"

The Beedrill scoffs, pleased that the two guards seemed content with his story, but how Talia or his queen would handle it, he would have to play carefully. Looking to the Wurmple, Razz orders, "Go ahead and bind him in your silk. The coolness and wet texture should help subdue that hot aura of his, and do make sure you seal those jaws of his shut. I don't want him to get another chance to talk his way to an opportunity again." He thinks on it, and to help tide things over even more, he adds, "I'll get him secured for another honey coating so he'll stay put this time, but I will also alert Warden Talia of this mess. It's not often we have a prisoner this feisty; it's best if she hears it from me so neither of you are troubled by my lack of carefulness.

The Leavanny bumps her hip with him and muses with a smile, "Awh, how considerate. Don't worry Marshal, we'll get this mutt gagged and bagged in no time~" The Wurmple even salutes Razz before spitting out a white stringy fluid onto your unresisting face. The sticky substance thinly ropes out to form strings of silk as the bug works her magic and begins lathering your mouth with the stuff. The Leavanny assists, coiling the wet string around and around to keep that muzzle shut and tying it at the end. And from there, the two guards restrain you once more. The silk is wrapped around your arms and body; your legs given the same treatment. The limp figure made it all the easy to wrap you up to being just another dessert for the queen, with Razz overseeing the whole venture to ensure you succumb to your mistake without being able to rat him out. The Leavanny even remarks to the bee as they work, "...Not often that I get to see you fight, Razz. You haven't lost your touch. Do all your meals drop down into that ass, or just the thighs?"

The Beedrill scoffs, "Attempt to tease my figure, and you'll find out personally."

The Wurmple finishes the last glob of white silk to bind your hindpaws together, leaving you just as bound as you had been in the honey. Wiping her cheeks-like mouth, the chubby caterpillar huffs, "I'm not tall like you two. Any meals I get just add everywhere." She looks down at the round beige-colored belly and breasts sagged on top of it, before a glance of her own fat red rear.

"At least you get a big rack. Mine just go down to my ass and legs like the marshal here." The Leavanny chuckles, winking to Razz.

He simply scoffs and slugs your bound figure over his shoulder. You flop wordlessly over, hoisted with him as he bids the women farewell, "Apparently my last threat fell to deaf ears. May we not discuss our food so openly when there is work to be done? I will seek out Warden Talia. You two, clean up the mess of cracked honey on the floor so this cell can be reused." Razz hoped it would at least keep them busy for a moment so he can rectify the mess he'd have with that Scolipede upstairs. The pair of guards salute him and the Beedrill heads off, keeping your body tucked on his shoulder to deal with whatever fate you'll suffer...