“Okay, we’re getting there...” When it came to being a Floragato, mastering tricks with their signature yo-yo was integral to many things: survival, offense, defense, and most importantly, doing cool tricks. Delta was perhaps a bit too focused on the last thing, but they tended to all feed into each other at the end of the day, so he was still advancing on all fronts regardless...the flower-cat Pokemon was practicing some of his stuff in the woods today, bouncing it off trees and flinging it into bushes and the like - just having a grand time getting a hang of everything. There was always more to learn about the yo-yo, after all... “Okay. Let’s see if I can do this. The...uh...what was it called?” “Oh yeah. The ‘Dizzy Baby’...” *THWAP* Unfortunately for the cat, he was not ready for the “Dizzy Baby”. His yo-yo was sent careening into a huge, thick bush on accident, and even worse, when he went back to try and yank it out of the bush, it felt as if it was stuck! Bad enough for a regular yo-yo, but when it was attached to you at the wrist, it meant that *Delta* was now stuck to that bush for the time being. “Ooookay...uh, that’s a bit weird...” the cat mumbled to himself as he started walking towards the bush, giving himself a bit of slack in the vine that was the yo-yo’s string as he continued to try and free the bud from whatever it was stuck in...but it seemed that every time he tugged on it, it only got stuck even harder! The bush was almost...starting to shake as well? It was making Delta a bit nervous as he continued to approach it, but it wasn’t like he could just leave, he needed to get this thing unstuck... And then, a shadow erupted from behind the bush. Leaves and twigs scattered in the breeze as something big, round, and red emerged...and Delta finally got to see where his yo-yo was stuck. Though he wasn’t a fan of this realization. Hiding behind the bush was a very large, very sleepy-looking Scolipede, and he was NOT very happy with having been woken up by Delta’s messing around...especially because of where the cat’s yoyo had ended up. Lodged between the bug’s massive rumpcheeks, directly in his thick, plush pucker-hole...! “...oh.” The large Bug-type curled his neck around to face Delta, the Floragato starting to back away now that he realized what deep trouble he had gotten himself into...! “S-sorry, big guy...I’ll just, erm, take my yo-yo and leave, okay?” the cat tried to say as he continued to tug, gently this time, while the Scolipede’s annoyed look started to burn in his eyes. All his tugging did absolutely nothing, and then in the blink of an eye, the bug flexed those rumpcheeks inward; absolutely yanking Delta to the ground in the process, the Floragato very quickly realizing the gravity of the situation as the Scolipede used gravity against him! “I'm sorry! I'm sorry, just let it go...” the cat continued to beg as he felt himself getting dragged through the dirt by the bug’s clenching and tugging, his power easily overwhelming Delta’s own. The cat tried his best to hold his ground, from digging his claws into the dirt to grabbing hold of the bush the bug had been sleeping behind; but he could never find purchase to hold him from the clenching suction of the Scolipede's rear end. Delta’s hand soon being lifted up into the air as his fingers brushed past the hard, cold carapace of the bughorse’s asscheeks... *SCHLOURPh!~* ...and with another clench of those cheeks, Delta felt his hand get pulled right into somewhere warm, wet, and slimy, disappearing up to his wrist in bug cheeks...and there was really only one outcome he could derive from these sensations, as uncomfortable as it was. As he moved his hand around a little bit, felt it squish against its surroundings...god, he was wrist-deep in Scolipede hole, wasn't he? The moment the Floragato came to this realization, he doubled up on the pulling, even bringing his other arm over to start yanking on his forearm, but it seemed as if all these movements were just exciting the bug, judging by the radiating heat that was wafting towards the cat now...tingling his nose, weakening his resolve, making it more difficult for him to focus. And any lapse in focus, the Scolipede was more than happy to take advantage of; clenching again, forcing Delta to belly-flop into the dirt as he continued to lose this tug-of-war with the bug's sloppy, squelchy hole... “Oh no. Oh, nonono-” Delta started to say after a few more useless tugs, feeling another clench starting to lift him up into the air. He had been averting his eyes from the bug’s hole until now, the angle hurting his neck quite a bit from down here...but now he was forced to look at it. Because it was right in front of him, hovering in front of his face, threatening to engulf him in just a few moments if he didn't do something. He could already feel his whiskers brushing past the bug’s flexing cheeks, making them twitch - and making Delta’s face scrunch up a bit as well. Unfortunately for Delta, the cat couldn't do anything, really. The steam and heat emanating from the bug’s backside was nearly dizzying, and Delta was already feeling a bit weak from being dragged along the ground...his arms were beginning to feel sore from all the tugging he had been doing as well. It all combined into a very difficult situation for the Floragato to try and wiggle himself out of...the squelchy flesh inside was gripping firmly on his hand, sucking it all the way up to his forearm now, and at any moment he was liable to just be - *SHLOOuurrRRK~* ...slurped right inside. Delta was suddenly and quite powerfully pulled out of the calm, rather tranquil world of the forest and dragged into the boiling, bubbling tunnel that was the bug’s colon, his entire head engulfed in just one slurp from the Scolipede's pucker...instantly, Delta felt the squeeze that was on his forearm now wrapped around his entire head, the size difference between the two of them not meaning much when it came to how crushingly tight it was up the Bug-type’s ass. The type advantage that the Scolipede had on Delta was not lost on the cat, and it definitely came to the forefront of his mind now that he was being pulled into the suffocating, slimy maze of flesh. Was he being poisoned right now, or was his strength just being naturally sapped by the sweltering heat and the constant crushing pressure? At the end of the day, was there really even a difference? At least, now that Delta was a good bit of the way inside of the Scolipede’s ass, he could free his yo-yo from the deeper reaches of the bowels ahead of him...a small consolation prize for the fact that said bowels were currently slipping their way over his shoulders and chest, and rather easily to be honest. It was so humid in here...the cat could feel his strength being drained so quickly; hearing the warm fluids squelching around him with every movement both the bowel walls and he made as the bug continued to so casually consume him. The cat could feel his world starting to sway side-to-side a bit and his feet get picked up off of the ground as the bug started to waltz off from the bush, half of a Floragato still sticking out from between his cheeks! Though, with how plump and thick they were, Delta looked like little more than a pair of legs to the outside world, the entirety of his waist and chest sandwiched between those fat orbs. It was almost as if they were in storage for the time being while the bug’s body worked on sucking him inside. Not like anyone was going to try and challenge the bug for his toy, or come to try and rescue Delta...there were few forces in the forest that could stop the Floragato from being funneled all the way down into the bug’s stomach over the next couple of hours or so~ At some point during the Scolipede’s fat, wobbly waddling, the last bits of Delta's body ended up slipping between those cheeks and being engulfed by that hungry, slime-coated pucker. Honestly, it was hard for Delta to recognize the moment that happened, with how much stimulation his body was constantly being assaulted by...at some point, the cat just noticed that he couldn't really move his feet as much as he used to be able to any more, and then he realized just how deep he had slipped over the past couple of minutes or so! And with every clench of the bowels around him and every slosh of the bug's undercarriage, it only became tighter and hotter inside of here...it honestly felt as though Delta might not even make it to the Scolipede’s roaring, rumbling belly, at least not in the same form that he was slurped up by that pucker. He kept up the struggle, but honestly, Delta felt like it was a pointless waste of whatever strength he still had left. He couldn't just, give up so easily though, could he? Surely, if he were to stop squirming, it was because he was conserving his strength for later, right...? The consistent squeezing and releasing of those bowel walls became almost rhythmic to Delta over the hours that he spent being pushed through this maze of guts. If he didn't know where he was right now, and what lay ahead of him through this winding tunnel of flesh, he might even call it relaxing...a thumping heartbeat soon appearing behind the consistent gurgling of the bug's innards that only got louder with every inch that Delta was pushed further inside. And the bug was still walking.. where was he going? It felt like Delta had been in here for hours at this point...had the bug really been at it for that long, or was the Floragato’s perception of time just completely shot at this point? Had he only really been inside of the Scolipede’s ass for a few minutes? Did any of it really matter at the end of the day? After what felt like an eternity of constant swaying and sloshing around the cat, each minute inside being stretched out to the length of an hour inside the cat’s taxed mind, the movement in the outside world finally came to a standstill. It seemed that, at least for the time being, the Scolipede had found a place to rest and digest, the bug plopping down onto his side and letting the twitching lump in his bowels slowly splay and ooze out onto the cold cave floor...though Delta didn't really get to enjoy the extra room too much! The tight tunnel kept constant pressure on him from all sides, moving him towards the gurgling stomach that was only getting louder by the minute...and eventually, the cat felt himself being pushed up against some kind of opening. And there could really only be one opening this deep inside of the bug...the rear entrance to his roaring, rumbling stomach, of course. The cat’s head got pushed through that sphincter with one powerful squeeze from the bug’s bowels, Delta almost immediately being assailed by the acrid stench of stomach acid...the belly had been producing quite a lot of it while it waited impatiently for the grass cat to arrive, so Delta quickly found himself swimming in the stuff as he was pumped and pushed into the hungry chamber. He appreciated the extra room he was afforded for a few brief moments, before the stomach walls seized inward and took up all of that room with a greed that was very on brand for the Scolipede! As Delta felt his feet being pushed through the sphincter a minute or so later, the cat tried his best to keep his head above the sloshing stomach juices that filled the chamber up...he thought about how tired he was. He had tried his best to conserve his strength while being pumped through bug bowels, but now that he was actually here, he felt more tired and worn out than ever. The sizzling stomach acids were already starting to bubble and broil as he tried his best to make his way towards the front of the stomach, looking for the entrance so that he could try to push his way back up the Scolipede’s throat. But Delta felt like he was just floundering around inside of here, each movement he made being so easily stifled by any trivial movement of the stomach walls around him. Throwing him around, dunking him into the bubbling stomach acids errantly...his fur was absolutely soaked in the tingling fluids now, bowel slime having given way to the much thinner, more potent acid that was already working its way through his hair and towards what the bug actually wanted. And all the while, the Scolipede was just relaxing; enjoying the burbling of his gut as it toiled away on the Floragato, even beginning to feel a bit of sleepiness come over him as his stomach really started to demand all the energy it needed to truly mulch the cat. When Delta heard the snoring start to come, he wasn't sure whether to consider it a blessing or the final sign that he truly was just bug food. Perhaps if the Scolipede was asleep, it would be easier to wiggle his way back up the throat...or maybe now that the bug was asleep, there would be no other conscious processes between Delta and the Scoli's guts. There was really only one way to find out, and right now, it was certainly feeling like the stomach had ratcheted up in power quite a bit already...contractions squeezing harder, juices tingling more deeply into his muscles...his strength fading at a more rapid rate. And he still couldn't seem to find the entrance amongst all the sludge, which was thickening by the second. He really was just going to be turned into a thick, purple soup in the Poison-type’s gut, wasn't he?... No. He couldn't let it happen. With one last bit of strength, the cat pushed at as many angles as he could inside of bug guts, before feeling his heart nearly skip a beat as his hand squelched into something with a lot more give to it. All at once, adrenaline started to pump through Delta's body as he realized he had managed to find the opening to the Scolipede’s throat...and now that the bug was laying on his side, Delta wouldn't have to fight against gravity to crawl his way back up, either! The cat dragged himself in the direction of that hole, grabbing at it with both hands and pulling forward as it gradually relaxed and allowed him to push his way further inside...Delta freezing up every time he thought he heard those snores being stifled, or felt an errant gulp trying to push him back down. But they never came to pass, and after what felt like an hour of crawling through slimy bug gullet, Delta saw what he thought he would never see again. The dimmest light of the cave, shining through the bug's mouth into the back of his throat...and it was almost in reach for the Floragato! The cat reached his hand up, pressing a hand against the fat, broad back half of the bug’s tongue for some kind of leverage to pull himself up out of the Scolipede’s throat. As soon as Delta planted his hand on the thick, meaty appendage, though, he felt it begin to flex and twitch a little bit...not a good sign, and one that fueled Delta to go even faster; he put both hands on the back of the tongue, pulling himself up and even briefly seeing into the outside world through the opening of the bug’s mouth...but it was too late. Without skipping a beat, the bug’s tongue slammed hard against the back of his throat, cutting Delta off from the outside world and casually - unconsciously, even - sending the cat back down into the tunnel of bug throat with a simple *glrgk*. The cat tried his best to reach back up to the tongue, but the throat was closing above him, squelching his hands down and pushing him back down into the Scolipede’s roiling stomach, eager to reclaim its meal. Delta slid back out into the sagging, churning sack after just a couple more clenches, slimy flesh smearing against his face as the sphincter closed up ahead of him...this time, for good. The cat continued to scrabble and feel around for that hole, but it had almost disappeared into the undulating stomach flesh surrounding Delta. The cat had used every ounce of his strength to climb back up the bug’s throat, and now he was just back where he started in the pit of the Poison-type’s rank gut. Feeling himself sink into the sizzling acids, as the walls squeezed and seized inward on his form, eager to not let his little escape attempt happen again~ The churning and gurgling of the Scolipede’s stomach became louder and louder from the outside, but it still was not enough to wake up the bug from the food coma he had fallen into over the past few minutes. The cat-sludge began to slosh side-to-side with the movements of the stomach walls, unable to stop the process of getting churned into bug food. It was his ultimate fate, being nothing but calories to funnel back down into the Scolipede’s bowels, flab to end up on that bulbous ass that clearly did not need any more cushioning. He couldn’t stop what was set in motion now... The bug would awaken at some point during the night, his stomach still burbling and churning wetly over the sludge packed inside of it, but forcing something up in the process. A small, but still satisfying belch escaping the bug’s lips, slipping through the cracks in his closed beak, before that beak opened wide and his thick, red tongue rolled right on out of it...the same tongue that had put Delta back in his place just a few hours earlier. It had just one thing to give back to the world. A familiar-looking flower bud, soaked and partially chewed through by the bug’s powerful acids, rolling off of that tongue and plopping down onto the cold cave floor. The bug closing his mouth and going right back to sleep afterwards, letting that little reminder of his meal cool off and steam into the night air while what was left of its owner began to funnel deep into the Poison-type’s bowels...