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A simp. For some, being called a simp was an insult; but for others, it was the greatest thing that they could aspire to be. Giving themselves up to their superiors, letting their masters do anything with them, giving everything from their attention to their body up to whoever the target of their warship was. Abbott was a simp; the Absol knew it, and he was more than okay with this classification! But above all others, there was one person who activated his subbiest thoughts and got him ready to simp like no other. Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say, one creature...

Milo was a big Scolipede with a big appetite, in several different ways. Abbott had been stealthily (well, as stealthily as he could) following the big bug around for the past little while, enjoying his assets from afar; leaving little treats to maybe catch the giant Poison-type’s attention. He knew but if he went about this the wrong way, he could easily get flattened by the Scolipede, and not in a particularly fun way! Especially with the type disadvantage at play. But the Absol was taking his time to think about this, to think about his approach, and work up the confidence to actually get up there and make his way towards the bandana-wearing bug! He had been planning everything out for a day or two now, and now that he had found the bug out in the open, it was time for him to make his offering up to the Scolipede...

Abbott had a dish full of berries prepared for Milo ready to go, an assortment of the kinds that he had seen the bug snacking on in his various little research excursions...in fact, that was what the giant Bug-type was doing right now, snacking on a bush of berries, that amazing, rotund rear end of his on full display for Abbott to fawn over and think about! Slowly, the Absol approached, making sure to not make any sound until he was close enough to drop the bowl of berries on the forest floor before backing away as quickly as he could...except, he was quickly frozen in place as the big horsebug heard that noise and turned around much more quickly than Abbott could have possibly expected out of a creature so large and cumbersome looking!

Milo didn't look terribly surprised to see a visitor, nor the offering that had been provided - and that bored, blasé look on the bug’s face ended up surprising Abbott quite a bit himself! “H-hi, big guy...” the Absol said as he used one of his paws to nudge the bowl of berries towards the imposing Bug-type before quickly backing away another few inches, “I hope you enjoy...”

Abbott had been hoping to observe the Scolipede’s reaction to his berries from a safe distance, perhaps hidden in another bush, but now the situation had been made much more real and present. A standoff continued for a couple seconds, until the bug took a step forward, his attention still firmly on the Absol standing before him. And then, Abbott noticed something, probably just a tiny bit too late. A glob of something thick and purple, dribbling out of the side of the bug’s pointed beak -

*SPLT!*

...and it was safe to say that was whatever had just smacked him right in the face. A thick, purple fluid with quite a bit of weight to it, that immediately soaked into Abbott's fur and sent him reeling to the floor with a bout of debilitating dizziness. It didn't necessarily hurt or anything, outside of maybe the impact of such a large amount of weighty fluid, but it definitely impacted the Absol mentally, like some kind of psychedelic or toxic compound. He was dizzy, he was starting to see colors, spirals, feeling extremely lightheaded as he just crumpled to the dirt-covered ground like a ragdoll, feeling his body tense up and becoming unable to move...

And then, as quickly as it had overtaken him, it all faded. Though the Scolipede’s poison had left some very noticeable side effects; mainly, that as Abbott collected himself and started to try to get back to his feet, he suddenly realized that he was now a fraction of the size he was originally! The bug was already quite a bit larger than him already, and now with whatever shrinking toxin he had just been bathed in, Milo towered over him - Abbott was now the bug in his shadow, able to be squashed at any moment! The Absol was frozen in fear for a moment, Milo completely enveloping his frontal view, before he realized all the potential horrible things that could happen to him if he didn't get the hell out of here, and now. Thankfully, that horrid dizziness had passed, and he was able to get back to his feet and start running for his life from the giant bug he had worked so tirelessly to observe from afar...

Too bad he only got a few feet before the bug blasted him again. This time, it was with a sticky wad of string that knocked him straight to the ground - no, to a twig, in fact, tying him almost perfectly to it! The Scolipede soon lumbered over to his catch, looking down at Abbott as he struggled to break free of the quick-setting bindings. The Absol did succeed in flipping over onto his back, though he only did so in time to see the giant bughorse turn around and show his flank to him. Abbott was left confused at first...until that giant, swirl-patterned rear end came crashing down onto his tiny form, leaving massive imprints in the dirt on either side of him and wedging him firmly in the crease between those humongous, bulbous cheeks...it wasn't like he was safe, though. No, he was just pressed right up against the star of the show instead, the bug’s greasy, musky pucker-hole; trapped between those fat cheeks, it had accrued quite the aroma, and Milo was more than ready to start smearing that powerful and intoxicating scent all over this tiny Absol’s body...

But just as he started to grind all up and down that twig to scratch at an itch deep in his buttocks that had been bothering him for WEEKS at this point, Milo noticed something amongst the clothes that hadn’t shrunk alongside their owner. A leather billfold, absolutely stuffed to the brim with cash...almost to a comical degree, to be honest! It was so alluring, almost as if it was left there on purpose...and the bug, without breaking a moment of his grinding over Abbott's tiny, vulnerable form, crashed his hoof over the billfold and started to drag it over to him! Scooping it up out of the dirt, chittering as he felt Abbott wriggling around underneath him. Those twitches tickling his pucker so nicely...could he tell what the bug was doing from all the way under there? Did it matter at this point?~

Despite being encased on all sides by the plump, slick rump of the Scolipede, Abbott could still somewhat hear what was going on in the outside world - and he did have an inkling of what Milo had gotten his hooves onto! But, honestly, the thought of the Scolipede having access to everything he had like that...mmmnf. Maybe it was the bug’s powerful, intoxicating musk talking to him and filling up his brain with all sorts of silly, lewd thoughts, but it was actually kind of a hot thought...especially because a creature like Milo had no need for money, so Abbott had no idea what the bug was actually going to end up doing with it. Mmmrrffh. So many possibilities...his mind was trying to wander and think about them, but he constantly got cut off by that pucker getting smeared and mashed into his face, the hole yawning open every now and again to almost threaten swallowing up the Absol in one fell swoop! Abbott was still bound firmly to this twig, though, so he couldn't reach out and touch the fleshy, breathing hole, so his only option was to start worshipping with his own mouth; planting those tiny lips and tongue against the musky flesh, letting the flavor spread across his taste buds, providing another route for those pheromones to invade...

Milo had scooped up the Absol’s wallet with ease, and he now brought it up to his beak-like mouth, sniffing the billfold a few times before locking in what he planned to do with it. The bug’s maw soon opened wide slowly, strands of slimy drool snapping as the purplish innards of his maw revealed themselves - and the wallet disappeared into them with a casual toss! The leather wallet splatted right onto Milo’s tongue comfortably, the bug curling the ends of his tongue around it before sending the wallet back and vanishing it with one thick GULK. One he made extra sure to be as loud as possible so that Abbott could still hear it from under all the flab he was packing down there!

And it was just barely loud enough for Abbott to hear that gulp, echoing down through the bug’s body towards his tiny, sensitive ears...knowing that all his cash, his offerings were just food to the bug now, a tiny snack at best...hhfgfhhh, goodness, what a feeling to the Absol. With his size, it wasn't like he could do much with the money anyway, so it was probably better off as nothing but a few calories for the scallopeds hungry guts to claim...the bug slamming his ass down even harder into Abbott after finishing is tiny, fibrous snack, making sure that the Pokémon's head was almost entirely swallowed up by that greasy, squeezing pucker! It felt like it would be so easy for Milo to just errantly clench once, and then Abbott would be completely gone; but the bug must have enjoyed having something wriggling around down there, because he kept quite a tight hold on his hole, making sure the Absol was only doing his job of scratching that itch...even if the itch seemed to get deeper and deeper into the bug’s ass every couple of minutes!

Finally, after what felt like non-stop grinding from Milo all over Abbott's tiny, frail body, things came to a standstill, at least for a very brief moment. Then, there were some quick, darting movements above the Absol, almost as if Milo was readjusting himself...though, of course, at Abbott’s size, even the most errant twitch would be more than enough to send him flying if he still wasn't bound to this twig! Speaking of...that was some strong string, huh? Able to hold up to quite the round of abuse from big bug butt...though it might be getting put to the test in this next round~ For a second, Milo lifted his rump up from Abbott, giving the shrimpy Dark-type a sliver of fresh air and light as he adjusted himself...scooching just a bit over, so that the red expanse of his massive cheeks was now what filled up Abbott’s field of view.

Then it all came crashing down. The full weight of the bug, with no little sliver or recess between for Abbott to hide in...he was going to become nothing but a tiny sticker on Milo's fat rear by the end of this! The Scolipede stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes in a goofy expression of contentment as he scrubbed his ass in the dirt, shoving Abbott to and fro with every move - and delighting in even the weakest squirms that he could feel from the Absol underneath him. Obviously, Abbott couldn't really do much else but try to survive at this point, being shoved from cheek to cheek and even wedged up against that musky, clenching pucker again in the fracas before being dragged away by the bug’s powerful hips. At this size, they certainly wouldn't take no for an answer from the speck of an Absol~

Milo kept this up for a good five or ten minutes, only lifting his ass up to feel just how stuck Abbott was to it before he took a seat again and started up the whole sequence once more. Absolutely grinding the tiny Absol into the dirt, bringing him within an inch of his life and pretty much robbing him of a third dimension in the process as well! There was just so much of a weight and size difference between the two of them, that there wasn't really any other way for their meeting to go besides the Absol becoming absolutely flattened. Abbott was still there, he was just...impressed, wedged so deep into the bug's cheek that he may as well have been absorbed by it! There wasn't much in the way of worship that the Absol could do now, honestly...he couldn't move anything, he was fixed into the position Milo had him in before that ass came slamming down onto his entire body and turned him into a sticker on the bug’s rumpcheek. But it was kind of okay. Milo was just accelerating what Abbott was already thinking about with all his voyeuristic watching...in a far more real and powerful way than the Absol could have possibly imagined, but still~

By the time Milo lifted his ass up again, it was dark outside - or perhaps that was just Abbott not being able to see anything. Regardless, quite an ample amount of time had passed, and even though the Scolipede was clearly enjoying turning the Absol into an ass-scratcher, he did still have to retire soon...of course, that didn't mean he was going to leave such a prime plaything out in the cold! Honestly, one would probably have needed a crowbar to pry Abbott off of the bug’s ass at this point, but the bug still shook his cheeks side to side rather vigorously to confirm just how stuck the Dark-type was to his rear end before he began to happily, and rather nonchalantly, trot back into the bushes he had come out of. Leaving just the half-eaten dish of berries behind, a pile of clothes, and finally, the twig that Abbott had been tied to; though it was strong, and so was the string used to bind the Absol to it, almost nothing could withstand the onslaught of bug ass it had received over the past couple hours or so. You should see the other guy, though...