Story contains: oral vore, anal vore, size difference vore, female Butterfree pred, male Ducklett prey, male Bunnelby prey, non-fatal vore, endosoma, and a heartfelt, loving tone.

      Spring means many things to many folks in many places. And in most clichés the coming of spring means something is “in the air.” Rain, love, and bugs in particular.
      
      The rain was on its way, judging by the billowing grey clouds. And the loveliest bug around was already fluttering about, judging by the swinging blue hips in the air. Conversations about the storm tended to switch topic as the owner of those hips flew by.
      
      Isabella didn’t pay much attention to the forest gossip. The trees were always buzzing with chatter, no matter if you were headed north or south. She especially stood out from the hundreds of thousands of other butterfree lining the branches this time of year. As much as her ego reveled in flattery, well, hear one comment about her icy blue coloring, or how her wing pattern looked like a cat’s cute grin, or how the thickness of her sweet butterfree ass could crush an apple, and you’ve heard them all. And normally she’d bask in hearing them all again and again and again, maybe even take a cute admirer to a quiet place to sing her praises in a more intimate fashion.
      
      But that would have to wait for later. There was someone Isabella needed to find before the storm hit. She could technically wait for the rain to pass, but patience and pain were the same thing to her. She’d also been searching for easily an hour, but giving up was a thing that happened to other people.
      
      And when her labor finally bore fruit, oh how sweet it was. As she passed through the trees near the lake, she saw a certain ducklett surface just outside a tiny waterfall at its edge, as if exiting someplace behind it. He hardly tried to act naturally, sweeping his head around to see if she were around. He couldn’t see her, but she could certainly see him. Lovely advantage to being a bug: compound eyes gave a much wider range of vision, and no need to “focus” in one direction like other animals and their silly pupils.
      
      Isabella fluttered her wings giddily and her lips curved into a cheshire smile. This would be way too easy. She swooped down right towards the lake and the ducklett, her descent as silent as a breeze. Nothing quieter than a butterfree’s wings. Just as she flapped right up behind him she released a healthy dose of Stun Spore, the last gust from her wings blowing it all over him.
      
      While the ducklett sneezed and hacked, the butterfree’s eyes and antennae glowed with a psychic light, lifting the bird a foot out of the water as she fluttered around him. “Why hello there, Dallas!” she greeted in a sing-song tone. “What a coincidence! How’ve you been the past year? You’re at least not some arbok’s lunch yet, I see.”
      
      The ducklett sneezed out a cloud of Stun Spore before he could form any words. “I’m w-working on it, I come from a family of late bloomers,” Dallas joked through the paralysis. “My year’s been great, I get a lot less spores in my face without you around! Seriously, was that really necessary?”
      
      She mockingly hummed in thought before saying, “I say so, so yes, it was. Didn’t want you scooting before you could tell me where my little cuddlebunny is! Silly little thing is hiding, it looks like. And I have a feeling you know exactly where he is~!”
      
      Dallas rolled his eyes, shifting his wings in her psychic grip. “And if I do? We both know this ends the same way. Just one year, I’d like you to say hi like someone normal.”
      
      “What can I say, I get very excited to finally be home,” Isabella giggled, fluttering in front of the ducklett with head in her hands, as if laying on her belly. “And my childhood pals get very special treatment~!”
      
      “Getting slurped up like nectar is certainly ‘special,’ I guess,” he said with a little huff, cheeks slightly red.
      
      “No denying that you love it,” Isabella teased, prodding the end of Dallas’ duckbill.
      
      “I tolerate it under extreme protest!” he pouted, face glowing a few shades redder and legs kicking with paralyzed twitches. “Let’s just, just get it over with, okay? We can catch up after you’ve stuffed yourself silly.”
      
      Isabella waggled her finger and shook her head. “Nonono, not so fast. Not until you tell me where Brice is!”
      
      “Right behind that small waterfall, there’s a tiny grotto behind it,” he grumbled, only able to twitch his head slightly towards it. “He’s being more difficult than usual. Heavily insecure about something or other and refusing to talk, you know how he is when he starts spiraling. I was trying to talk him into nutting up and going outside, but he wasn’t budging. I left the grotto, you snuck up on me, now here we are.”
      
      She nodded her head and leaned back, as if reclining in her flight. “I’ll talk to him, see what’s got him so wound up. I was half hoping that he’d be more outgoing by now, but I guess if he wasn’t shy he wouldn’t be Brice.”
      
      “We gonna get this over with now?” Dallas said with a huff through his beak.
      
      “And if you weren’t grumpy you wouldn’t be Dallas,” she added with a laugh. “Fine, fine, we’ll get you nice and snug where you belong, cutie bird~!”
      
      Isabella flicked out her tongue and licked Dallas’ bill before opening her mouth wide, her cute little fangs glinting above her slick tongue and waiting throat. Dallas said something before she shoved his head inside and closed her lips around his neck, but by then she wasn’t paying much attention. She hummed in delight at the familiar flavor of her friend, the taste of fresh water and sweet lilies and other things in the lake he called home. She savored it, pulling him in with gentle swallows and pushing in his fluffy chest past her lips with her psychic grip. A little giggle rose up her throat, the feel of his feathers tickling her insides in the loveliest of ways.
      
      Then there was a clap of thunder in the distance, and she was rudely forced to quit savoring and start scarfing.
      
      She tilted her head back to get gravity on her side, her psychic force shoving the rest of him into her maw as fast as she could swallow. She was thrice his size, so it wasn’t long before his fluffy middle and feathery rump vanished and she closed her lips, but it was frustrating to have to rush a good meal.
      
      With a loud, wet glrk, she swallowed down the lump of bird and sent it sloshing down into her tummy. The glow left her eyes and antennae, their job done. The little ducklett curled up in her stomach, her blue gut sagging and swaying with a new cute, hefty bulge. She hummed in pleasure and flittered her wings, rubbing her belly with a loving grin and bright, violet blush. From the weight in her stomach to the light tickle of feathers against the inner walls, she relished every sensation that shot through her. The butterfree’s tummy was delightfully stuffed and the feeling spread from her stomach through her body, from the tips of her feet to the curves of her wings.
      
      She was jolted from her reverie when her meal managed to weakly squirm and twitch inside. “Careful, Isabella, don’t forget to fly and crash into the lake!” Dallas said, somewhat muffled by the few layers of chub on her belly.
      
      “Oh, that only happened once,” she playfully pouted. “You’ll never let me forget it, will y-bruuurrp!” She was knocked back a few inches by the force of the sudden belch, but she managed to correct her flight. “E-excuse me, that one snuck up on me…!”
      
      “And Brice probably heard that,” Dallas chimed with a weak little kick. “Better get in that grotto before he bolts!”
      
      “Damn, that’s true,” she said with a small huff. “Was hoping for more time to prepare a properly grand entrance, but…”
      
      Isabella swooped down to the waterfall and set her feet on the slim strip of shore that led behind it. She shifted her bulging belly so that it looked its best and straightened out her wings to best shield against the water. With a little clearing of her throat, she walked through the curtain and into the grotto. “Oh cuddlebunny~?” she called as she entered.
      
      When Dallas had called the grotto tiny, he wasn’t kidding. She was almost too tall to fit inside, and her antennae were pushed low by the ceiling. There wasn’t an abundance of depth or space, either; she’d find it insultingly small even when she was a caterpie, if forced to live there. But as a hiding space it was perfect. And who would be there but a certain little bunnelby, backed into the corner with a face brighter than a cherry tomato?
      
      Brice let out a little bunny squeak and wheeled around, his digging ears clawing at the wall with great gusto. He’d already cleared a full half-foot of dirt before Isabella’s eyes and antennae lit up. A little meep escaped him as her psychic grip wrenched him from the tunnel he was digging.
      
      “O-oh, Isabella!” the bunnelby stammered, his cherry tomato blush only getting deeper as he hung upside-down in front of her face. “I didn’t know y-you were back. Is the butterfree migration passing through already?”
      
      “Same time as every year, Brice,” she giggled, humoring his playing-dumb act. “You must’ve really been busy back here if you missed the thousands of butterfree arrive this morning. Digging a second house? I certainly didn’t see you at your own burrow earlier, and nobody had seen you all day. I was so worried…~”
      
      Brice started wringing his paws and his digging ears together, his cute little nervous tic. “I w-was, um, uh… I s-see you caught Dallas already!” he badly changed the subject, eyes on her hefty belly bulge. “Gang’s all here, huh? But you must be stuffed and exhausted from the flight, so, if you don’t really need me I’ll just be going!” He wiggled and squirmed in the air, as if he actually expected her to let go.
      
      “I’m used to the flight by now. Dallas was nice, but I’m never full until I’ve got both my boys safe and snug inside me,” Isabella said with a giggle, patting her tummy like a drum. The ducklett himself grumbled in token protest, a growing warmth inside her letting her know he was blushing. “I’ve got room for more~!”
      
      “Well, h-how was your trip?” he stammered. “Your accent has gotten a l-lot stronger! Enjoy your time down south?”
      
      “Oh, loved it to death, mi amor. Guadalajara is always amazing in summer,” she taunted, playing up her accent to an almost cartoonish degree. “I really wish you bunnelbys migrated too, ‘cause I’d take your cute ass and show you how a real Latin lady does it!” Her cheshire grin grew at his deeper blush and tense shivering. She gently booped his nose with a finger and reverted back to her typical voice. “Getting off the subject, cuddlebunny. I’ll cut right to it: you’ve always been shy, but this is a bit much. I’m only here a few days of the year, and you’re hiding in a hole?”
      
      “He lives in a hole, Isabella,” Dallas spoke up, his voice heavily muffled by her chub. “That’s what rabbits do.”
      
      “Semantics,” she huffed, prodding the bird in her belly.
      
      “I was going to come out later!” Brice protested.
      
      “Define ‘later,’” Isabella said, hands on hips with an “I’m not buying it” frown.
      
      Brice bit his lip and avoided eye contact. “Tomorrow! Sometime… tomorrow.”
      
      Isabella shook her head in pity and planted a little smooch on Brice’s belly, getting a shy little squeak from him. “Brice, I know you’re shy, but you don’t have to be so skittish around me,” she cooed, flipping him right-side-up. “We’ve been besties ever since I was a tiny caterpie. I was so pathetic back then; you’ve seen me at my worst. Whatever’s bothering you, you can tell me!”
      
      Brice wringed his ears harder, biting his lip and shutting his eyes. “That’s… kind of the problem? That was back then, and look at you now! So friendly, and popular, and pretty, and… sexy… you’re a really great butterfree. While I’m still, just, the same,” he said with a sigh. “All of my siblings are evolving, and I’m the same old tiny pipsqueak. And last week Dallas’ cousin evolved, and she’s getting ready for her first migration. It won’t be long before he’s going to be beautiful and gone all year, too. I think of you two fully evolved, being so gorgeous, flying around the world, and then I feel so… inferior. And that I’ll be left behind.”
      
      The next sound out of Brice’s mouth was a surprised little meep. Isabella had pulled him into a tight hug minus her psychic hold on him. He was perched atop her bird-filled belly, pressed against the chub by her arms.
      
      “Oh cuddlebunny, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you’d ever feel like that!” she whined, showering his head in kisses. “I mean, it really should’ve been obvious, in hindsight, but it never crossed my mind…!”
      
      “Yeah, should’ve been obvious. I feel so stupid right now,” Dallas groaned, shifting in her belly as Brice was pressed against it.
      
      “No getting sad down there, we’ve had enough frowns today!” Isabella scolded with a firm slap to her gut, making it wobble.
      
      “Sorry for making you two worry,” Brice mumbled, ears lowered.
      
      “And don’t you start!” Isabella planted another firm smooch on the bunnelby’s head. “You put up with my buggy butt back when I was an itty bitty brat who thought the whole forest belonged to her. Saved my ass a few times, too! You’re the best bunny in the whole wide world, and I refuse to leave you behind so that you never forget it again.”
      
      Brice squirmed weakly in her arms, a show of token resistance as his face blushed up all over again. “Th-thanks for saying that, but, how? When I evolve, I’ll be just as tall as you and almost a hundred pounds! I just couldn’t keep up on foot, or even digging.”
      
      “If you evolve,” she said, booping his nose. “In a desert way to the south, on the migration route, apparently there’s a local recipe for eating Everstone. Something about grinding it into salt and dissolving it in a brew that pokemon can drink. I wasn’t listening too hard because I never thought I’d need to remember, but next year I’ll be sure to grab some for you! You can be your cute little self forever!”
      
      Brice wiggled a bit more, face uncertain. “But, I don’t want to be weak forever, that’s part of the problem.”
      
      “Being small doesn’t make you weak, Brice, and neither does depending on the people you love,” Dallas chimed in. “You have to be more confident in yourself, and what you want most.”
      
      “See? Philosophy courtesy of my belly, the best place to get life advice,” Isabella giggled, poking her tummy.
      
      “Good ideas don’t often come from an empty stomach!” Dallas laughed.
      
      Brice laughed a bit himself, his little bunny tail waggling happily. “I guess you two are right, but, I’ll have to think about it. This is a lot to digest.”
      
      “Of course, sweety,” Isabella cooed, kissing his head once more. “Does my little cuddlebunny wanna do that thinking in his favorite rabbit hole~?” She grinned wide and waggled her brows, or at least mimicked the gesture due to her anatomy.
      
      Brice blushed brightly, giggling softly with a crack of a smile. “Do you even need to ask, buggy butt?”
      
      “Now that’s the Brice I’ve been looking for!” she laughed. The tiny grotto glowed with the psychic aura of her eyes and antennae, and Brice was lifted off her stuffed belly. Her bird-filled gut was pressed against the wall as she leaned against it and spread her feet, waggling her thick rump and smiling over her shoulder. “Head or feet first, cuddlebunny?”
      
      “Feet first!” he said with an excited wiggle. “I feel talkative tonight~!”
      
      “Oh, I love it when you run your mouth,” she purred. She spun him in the air to line him up perfectly with his “favorite rabbit hole,” and with little ceremony shoved his big bunny hindpaws up against her ass and between her curvy cheeks. A lusty gasp escaped her lips as she psychically inched his toes and feet past the lips of her pucker.
      
      Brice bit back a squeak and shivered, wiggling his toes inside her. “Your ass is just as plush and tight as I remember,” he cooed. “Maybe even more than I remember! You been putting on weight?”
      
      Isabella moaned and shifted her hips, clenching her ass around the bunny’s feet before she pushed his furry little thighs and rump past her pucker. “Not my fault the nectar is so sweet down south,” she panted. “It all goes right to my butt, too! But I hope that isn’t a problem…~”
      
      “Not at all, keep drinking up; it looks gorgeous on you!” Brice wiggled his tiny bunny buns inside of the tight, warm embrace of hers. He put both his little forepaws and his digging ears on the cheeks of her ass and gave them a firm, loving grope. She gasped loudly, and a horny clench pulled his belly up inside her.
      
      “Getting grabby back there,” she purred, biting her lip with her little fangs. “Hope you aren’t planning on running, cuddlebunny.” She clenched her rump tight and pushed up to his chest, his short arms pinned between her cheeks. “You’re all mine now~!”
      
      Brice panted heavily, partly in pleasure and partly from the mounting heat of Isabella’s ass creeping up towards his neck. “Would never dream of it,” he said, groping both her cheeks with his ears. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!”
      
      Isabella bit back a rumbling groan in her throat, feet shaking and threatening to buckle. The lips of her pucker slid up around his neck with a gentle, psychic push, only his wildly blushing head remaining. “T-tell me how much you want it, Brice,” she panted with a breathless flutter of her wings.
      
      She let out a little squeak when she felt his little bunny teeth nibble on the chub of her left rumpcheek. He then nuzzled his blushing cheek up to her right one and said, “I’ve wanted this all year, Isabella! I’ve dreamed so many nights of being inside you again, snug and soft and warm, listening to all your hearts beating next to me. Please, push me all the way in, I want it so bad-!”
      
      He was cut off by a clench of her cheeks and a push of her psychic hold shoving his face up her ass, the lips of her pucker around his snout. It took a second clench and push to shove his head all the way inside, leaving his ears dangling outside. “Welcome home, cuddlebunny…~!” With a lusty purr and a loving grin, she psychically pushed his ears the rest of the way up her butt, sealing him completely inside her.
      
      Isabella flopped over sideways with a soft thump onto her rump, letting her feet finally buckle. She let herself moan without restraint, her tongue lolling out of her lips as she rubbed and kneaded the top of her massive belly. Pleasure washed over her whole body in waves as Brice shifted and squirmed to get comfortable deep in her bowels, and Dallas did the same due to her second passenger infringing on his space up in her tummy. The pair were both a third of her size each, and together they stuffed her so much that she could feel water gently lapping against the far edge of the underside of her gut. Between the tickle of feathers in her belly and fur in her ass, her brain was clouded in steamy, heavenly bliss.
      
      “Brice, stop wiggling so much!” said Dallas, muffled in her stomach. “You keep bumping up against my neck, you’re going to give me cramps!”
      
      “Sorry!” said Brice, muffled in her rump. “My feet are at a weird angle, just give me a minute!”
      
      While the two lightly bickered and strongly squirmed, Isabella planted a gentle kiss atop her tummy. An entire chorus of thunder roared outside the grotto, and the pounding of the rain came into focus. With all that’d been happening, her mind had completely blocked out the coming storm.
      
      She sighed happily and slumped in her seat, rubbing and patting at her belly. She had both her boys; she had no reason to go anywhere.
      
      It was so great to be home.