"No, it's stupid.  Why would I want candy?"

"It's sweet, and delicious, and generally a thing you eat around this time of year.  Everybody does it!"

"Everybody but me..."

The grey and blue-clothed cabbit next to the creature looking so glum wrapped an arm around him, shoving an empty pumpkin-shaped orange candy bucket into his arms; a typical grin plastered across his face.  Klonoa smiled at his green counterpart next to him, but the title-riding King of Sorrow wasn't all that enthusiastic about going trick-or-treating.  It was primarily due to the fact that he'd never been, and Klonoa had a number of times during his own adventures.  Heroes need something to do in the interim, don't they?  He hopped up off the edge of his bed and smiled at the nameless green creature next to him, to which a reluctant sigh came out of the green one's mouth.

"If I do this, will you stop being so cheery for me too?"

"Maybe, if I lose some time between worlds, sure!"

The green cabbit gave a wry smile and stood upright for a second.  Klonoa grabbed another empty bucket from his bookshelf near his bed, and opened the door to the dark, spooky neighborhood of Tressle Town.  He was much too perky for 9 pm; this is normally when the King would be taking a nap.  He did a lot of sleeping in his spare time, but Klonoa wouldn't have any of it.  Now was a time for fun; for cheer!  He grabbed the King by the paw and darted out onto the sidewalk.  The two wore their normal thoroughfare; Klonoa in his hallmark blue shirt, cap and shorts, yellow gloves and red boots.  The King was a bit more... skimpy, but you couldn't really see much of what he was packing down below because of his white belly fur.  He did wear a twin-tasseled scarf and collar around his neck, though.

The sun had already set on Dana Street, overlooking the quiet, small suburb down the hill.  The street was sloped downwards, ending in a small cul-de-sac with a lake at the end.  A T-intersection between Dana and Cross Street lay at the opposite end, with at least fourty houses inbetween the two.  Klonoa's house was smack dab in the middle of it, so it'd take a good hour or so to go door-to-door.  Klonoa packed the treat side; sporting nice gestures to those that would dispense candy to the duo.  The King packed silly string and foul-smelling smoke bombs for tricks to those that refused.  (He did eventually warm up slightly to the thought of being allowed to deface something if he didn't get what they both wanted.)

"Let's go to that older house at the end of the circle!"

"The one with the bad smell and the outhouse in the back?  You told me that --"

"Forget what I told you; it's Halloween!  Surely HE'D enjoy a visit every once in a while, even if it's a couple of 'bratty kids'."

Klonoa snatched up his partner, who dropped a bit of candy in the process.  He moved quickly since it was getting chilly out (at least to him, it was); quickly arriving at the 'old' house at the bottom of the hill.

The old house in question here is MY house.  And I knew full goddamn well what happened on Halloween: everybody's kids expect you to spend money on candy and have it on hand twenty-four-seven at the end of October.  I got tired of that shit.  So when I heard two sets of knocks at my door that evening, I decided to do something a little bit different.  Out of the darkness of my home; wet, sticky footsteps rang in the musky hallways while Klonoa and his companion stood at my front porch, making the house settle just a little bit.  The wood creaked under their boots as I neared the door from the inside.  I kept my house cloaked in a thick, black mist that spread throughout the hallways, obscuring anything from view if you didn't know where it was.  Stubbed toes were a commonplace act, but that's the price you pay when you scare the shit out of little children, eh?  I had six deadbolts in place to add to that mysterious effect, too; each metal pin clicking out of its locked position.  The wooden door behind the storm door swung open with a hideous squeak, and the green creature standing next to Klonoa took a step backwards, cowering slightly behind the braver cabbit in front.

"Will you stop being such a pansy?  Now, say it with me..."

"Trick or Treat!--eat-"

The King stammered as he spoke with Klonoa in unison when the dark mist rolled out of the house's doorframe to the porch below.  They still couldn't see me; just the tips of my dungy fingers digging against the door to keep it propped open.  Maybe a footclaw or two; I couldn't tell, I only have one pair of eyes!  Either way, the stench would be enough to knock anyone on their ass not used to it, and these two were no exception.  Klonoa coughed while the King stumbled backwards a bit, landing on his rump behind the cabbit in the foreground.  I just smiled in the darkness and spoke calmly, but with that bassy oomph you'd expect from a feral dungbeast.

"I assume... you boys... would like some candy..."

Klonoa popped up instantly from the King's crotch and pulled his almost-full bucket around in front of him.  He did something weird with his ears like he was motioning for the other to do the same - impressive, yes.  I smiled and waited for the two of them to regain their composure.  Klonoa struggled through a twisted smile to speak - I could tell he was standing strong versus the stench.

"Y-yes sir!  A-and if you don't, we'll pelt your house with eggs!"

I gave a deep chuckle to myself and spun around, knocking the door with my tail as it replaced my hand propping it open.  NOW they could see what they were dealing with - a fat, bulbous Tyranitar tail jutted from the mist.  (I also turned the porch light on because I'm an asshole.)

"Is chocolate okay?"

Klonoa stood agape at the size of the 'chocolate' bar in front of him, and he took a couple steps closer to examine it further.  The King followed him, but retreated as soon as he got in range to grab it.  It'd take a bit more doing to get through to him as opposed to the curious grey cabbit.

"Whoa... this chocolate smells old and gross!  You sure this isn't expired or something?"

"Trust me... it's the best chocolate you'll ever taste."

I grinned in the darkness as I felt Klonoa take the bait, holding onto my tail petals as wet, mushy 'chocolate' dripped down his gloves.  He stuck a finger into the sloppy wetness of my tail, taking it back out and examining it for a second.  He popped it into his mouth; instantly regretting his decision as there wasn't any sugar to be found in that muddy muck!

"YUCK!  That's just... not even... hmm...  maybe one more bite.  A full bite."

Klonoa took his paw and scraped off a bigger chunk of poop from the bulk of my tail and pushed it into his mouth; finding it to taste a lot less bitter after the first chomp.  All it took was a bit of patience, really.  The grey cabbit found himself slurping at my pooptail after a few more licks, wiping his brown mouth free of the mud that he'd ingested.

"Geez... that stuff's strong... you got any more?"

"Klonoa; I think we should leave... you don't look well --"

The King held out his paw towards the retreating cabbit who followed me into my home, reluctant to follow, but he eventually gave in and tagged along.  I let Klonoa follow his nose - he swore once since the mist was still in effect as he stubbed his toe on a bookshelf.  I led them upstairs where the fog wasn't as thick, to a room I had darkened purely by light - no black mist to be had here.  I shut the door and locked it, then flipped on the light switch.  Bright, energy-efficient light shone through the room; illuminating myself and my two guests.  The green one immediately darted as far away as he possibly could once he got a good look of myself and the room we were in: a large bathroom-tiled area, stained in multiple places with 'chocolate'.  A couple bones lay in some rotting piles of poop in a couple corners of the room, and a shower and sink were present too.  You'd be hard-pressed to see either of those used in here, though.

"Wh-- what -- what is this -- it's -- all gross --!"

The green creature looked mortified at Klonoa more than myself; who was tugging fiercely at the pink and black checkered garment I was wearing at the time around my waist.  The grey one dug his gloved hands against my tail, scooping off another mouthful of wet poop to munch and gnaw on.

"You may call me Vector, you two.  What are your names?"

"Klo ~BURP~ noa!"

"And you?"

"He goes by his title; the King of Sorrow. ~gulp~ I haven't been able to ~urp~ get him to tell me his real name yet."

The King barked at Klonoa to stop his madness, but the grey cabbit wouldn't have any of it as he continued to eat my messy form.  Everything he devoured was regenerated in a matter of seconds; it'd take a lot more draining to stop that process fully!  Klonoa bent down and tried to tug back the elastic waistband surrounding my huge thighs and waist, but he couldn't pull it far enough behind my tail to really see inside of it.

"Post-Vore Poop Pouch?  Eyugh... you're really, really, REALLY gross, Vector!"

I nodded at the green creature after he spoke, thanking him for the compliment and turning my attention to the curious cabbit at my backside.

"You wanna know what goes in there, Klonoa?"

"What?"

"A very SPECIAL brand of chocolate."

Klonoa made an oooooooh noise in his elation; feeling his pants tighten up a tad in his crotch.  He was enjoying this; I could tell.

"I can only make it if I have two ingredients to eat, though."

"What do you want to ~BRRRRRRP~ -- oh, excuse me!"

"No excuses necessary - think of 'gross' as a compliment from here on out."

I chortled while the green creature struggled to open the only window leading outside - it was locked from the outside, too, so that wasn't going to work.  Klonoa and I were on the same wavelength as we both suddenly darted gazes at the King - he was getting hysterical, screaming 'Let me out, let me out!' as time progressed.  Klonoa didn't need any instruction, though; as he wiped his mouth politely flicking the excess dung on my thigh and outstretching his paws towards the green creature five feet away.  He struggled as I'd amplified Klonoa's lust a little bit; making him stronger than he could ever be on his own.  (Darkness is a very... volatile element to control.) The King kicked and screamed; even going as far as to trying to create an alternate dimension to escape into.  No go, though.  I licked my lips and grabbed the green critter with a single paw; instantly sapping any willpower he might've had left while Klonoa took to taking off his clothes.  He was getting rather heated from all the hard work he'd done, and he sat back against a dungpile while I toyed with my prey a little bit.

"You... both of you... I'll see you to your ends!  THIS IS NOT THE END OF M --"

I licked his face.  He shuddered.  And then, silence.  The dung got to him hot quick; that stench of irresistibility took over his brain, and a moan came out of his aggressive mouth when I slurped between his legs.  A crooked smile quickly crept across my face, and the teasing intensified immediately when I spun him around and sat him butt-first in my mouth.

"Ooh, Vec; that looks fun!  Do me next!"

Klonoa was disrobed by then, and I flashed my eyes at him, tightening my smirk up a little bit before sitting back with the green creature in my mouth.  He had a very perky, tough butt, curious for one so... ambiguous.  I could tell that he'd done things with Klonoa in the past - turns out he was really the bottom between the two of them, after all!  I gave his ass a couple more slurps, making him pucker his brown eye a couple times.  He moaned; I obliged.  My tongue is broad like a toilet rim for a reason: I got all of his genetalia all at once.  I even went so far as to lift up my tongue, expose my fecal ejection port and fire off some 'silly string' of my own, right up into his own rear end.  The King of Sorrow was looking more like the King of Subservience after long.  He screeched while Klonoa masturbated slowly to the action; the grey cabbit having scooched up close to my own crotch; gently rubbing at it to see what I was packing myself.  (And maybe to snag a couple more chunky bites of poop, too.)  I'd be lying if I wasn't getting a kick out of it myself; but the King fired off his load with a squeal and a moan way before I'd even gotten down to the shoves-his-fat-tongue-in-your-ass part.  Oh well; everybody's not built with the same level of endurance, I guess.  I smirked as I lowered myself forwards; careful not to drop him out of my mouth.  The King's spunk flew through the air rather copiously for one of his stature, and sprayed the grey cabbit below in the same color that Klonoa's eartips were.  I gave him a couple seconds to recover his breath; but that was all that I could spare.  I was hungry.

"Eat him, Vec!"

I obliged quickly and flicked my neck backwards, putting a bit too much oomph into it and making him crash gently against the ceiling.  He made a dull thud as he defied gravity for a moment; quickly falling prey to it again as he flipped and landed halfway in my taut, mushy gullet.  I gagged once from the feel of his slickness and his throbbing boner squishing in my mouth, but I was used to that.  Natural reaction to having a hundred-thirty pounds of meat shoved in your mouth all at once, I suppose.  Klonoa was in a bad spot; though, as he'd rubbed a bit too much at that pouch; causing my slit to expose my paunch to the inside of its polyester embrace.  I grinned a little bit as my nuts dropped from my snatch into the front of that equipment I wore, and Klonoa took to rubbing against them; standing up and digging his paws down into the front.  He caught a good, thick feel along the orbs that produced the ACTUAL sweet stuff - I hadn't told him about it yet, but I guess putting part of your mentality into someone else gives them... ideas.  I shrugged it off and swallowed twice - thrice - four times!  The King landed inside of my belly with a dull splorsh, displacing a lot of the fecal matter contained within my septic tank of a belly.  The magic of dungbeast would quickly start to take over his form as well; churning him up and digesting the poor critter into poop!  (It's weird though; usually creatures with marrow and a lymphatic system go straight to that state, but I could feel bones and such in the waste as he travelled lower, crushing into other portions of my digestive tract.  Oh well.)

"MMmnh... Klonoa, if you want some actual candy, pull down the front of my pouch.  I'll give you some while your friend digests, and then you can taste how good he tastes on the way out again~"

"Deal!~"

The cabbit was much too eager (and way too wasted (ha! +1 point for me for that one)) to object, and my dong had already had the pleasure of growing stiff due to him rubbing me down so hard.  I leaned forwards as my boner prodded him in the face, already leaking a thin, mucusy liquid from the tip of my shaft.  Klonoa couldn't fit the whole of my eight-inch-thick boner in his mouth, but that was fine; all you needed was the tip to get me off, really.  I leaned back and humped against his mouth a little bit - he was damned good with his tongue around two little pleasure bumps on the underside of my head.  Maybe I empowered him a bit too much...  either way, we were all getting something good out of this.  The green one was now brown and white; the grey one was on his way to being bittersweet, and I was on my way to burping for hours.  I humped his mouth for a few more minutes, eventually popping the head in for a couple thrusts and giving his gut a bit more pudge to work with!  Juicy, sweet caramel flowed from my nuts upwards through my vas deferens upwards, around the bladder and out the gassy bunghole at the end!  I farted jizz into him for a minute and a half before my nuts shrank a tiny bit from medicine to watermelon, and he popped off; exhausted, but surprisingly not yet full!

"Mmmmmmm."

Klonoa licked his lips and leaned back, watching my dick retreat into my pouch while his aching boner wanted to do the same; throbbing out of his sheath and looking ready to burst.  He wanted to save it for the load I was making, though.  By now, Klonoa's friend was a hundred-thirty pound set of loaves baking in my oven of a butthole; and he wanted out.  Right out into Klonoa's hungry, gaping mouth; if but for bites at a time.  I hefted myself up and spun around in front of the waiting cabbit; who'd taken to kneeling down and waiting for me to pull down the back of my pouch.  There was a brief mist of steam that came out from the mud that dripped around my bunghole, and Klonoa groped at the hole thereof; teasing and exploring with damned curiosity.  He'd get his fill of 'exploration' soon enough, as I needed but push at that point; spitting out a femur alongside a humonguously compacted, dry-looking turd.  Klonoa took to it like he was eating a huge leg of chicken; pulling apart the meat from the bones that dotted the turd and sliced through the ring of fecal flesh allowing it to exit.  (Admittedly, I did wince a couple times; especially at collar and ribcage... ouch.)  Wounds would heal and regenerate as necessary; just adding a topping of 'barbecue sauce' to Klonoa's chicken dinner.

Klonoa only ate a few chunky turds, picking his teeth with one of the King's toe bones as the rest flowed out into the back of my pouch.  He'd replaced it so I could poop freely; complimenting the fresher, but no less bitter taste that his friend had produced.  There was still the other matter of getting him the full 'treat'ment, though.

"Mmmmh.  How much more is left of him, Vector?"

I paused for a second as his skull plopped out along with a gush of wetter shit, signaling the end of Klonoa's hard candy spree.  He squealed a little bit and grabbed the backside of my messy pouch, squishing the shit around and fudging up my bottom even more fudgy than normal.

"That's all; unless you --"

"Yes!"

I stood stunned for a moment as Klonoa tugged open the elastic with ease this time and hopped right in the steamy back of my sludge-filled pouch.  It wasn't extremely surprising; I just didn't expect him to take the corruption as well as he had!  Klonoa did me a service though; digging through the shit until just his head was poking out of the band in the back.  I lifted my tail and passed gas over him; still full of nigh-infinite waste on top of fecal sludge.  (I've been fully drained before; it wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be.)  The cabbit moaned hotly though as he had plans for me first - I let a little moan of my own out as his dick slammed home; quickly ramming into my donut of a turdhole.  His feet dug into the shit; bracing up against a few bones and what polyester in the front hadn't been slickened by filth, and he held onto the meat of my tail for support.  I bent over so he could stay stable, grinning and sticking my tongue out to the side of my face.  As pleasurable as it'd be if he'd done this earlier; not so much when he took me from behind without a boner, but it still felt good all the same.  I waggled my asshole and shat from time to time while his furious humps made him partially absorb into my ass; and before long he would blow his load into the depths of my ass.  He wasn't done though; as now all that shit he'd eaten had found its way to his rump too!  Everybody poops, right?  Klonoa withdrew from my asshole and propped against it, sliding down into the crux of my pouch and letting a wet fudge loose from his hole; sweeteened in stench by the jizz he'd eaten earlier, too.  He even made me proud by letting a couple beefy stinkers fly into the bubbly wasteland his entire body was covered in!  I had to guide him back on track by farting in his face a couple times as my rectum emptied out the last of the muddy, fresh shit clogging up the pipes behind the King.

"Part Two awaits you, Klonoa..."

The cabbit reached up on cue and spread that asshole around his face, and I could feel his shit-clogged nostrils snort viciously at the dank, dirty wind inside.  He shoved his face in of his own accord, wiggling like an earthworm fresh from the morning rain out of the ground and into my butt.  I clenched a little bit to see how he'd take it, but he tanked my strength and quickly shunted himself up backwards through my digestive tract.  It's a lot easier to get things up there than it is to push them out, so Klonoa just had to wiggle his way out of freedom and into his steamy new existance.  He devoured shit like a snake devours apples, dropping cabbit bombs along the way that rolled back downwards and filled up my rectum once more.  Eventually he'd break through the large into the small, and thicker, fresher shit burned his senses raw with its stench.  He didn't care; it was either in him or on his skin at that point!  In time, he'd plonk into my stomach; left to his own devices by the time my gut dropped and he'd spread out some of the fecal matter therein.  It'd only take a short while longer to churn up his strange body style into more bones and chunky dung, but I was tired and needed a new setting to do my business in.

It was close to midnight by the time Klonoa had finished churning up in my gut.  I was doing the potty dance by then too; as he'd made a massive load; compounding on top of what the King had already produced!  The outhouse in the backyard was nice and steamy to offset the chill of the nightly wind.  I waddled outside and clenched my butt as tight as it could to prevent any premature defecation; lifting the latch that held the door shut and stepping inside.  The pouch was on its way out, though; as it could only hold for so long before it needed a good wash or two; but I could get one more dump in before it came to that.

I balanced above the squatty potty below and pumped out log after juicy log after beefy turd into that pink and black post-vore poop pouch.  It felt divine feeling Klonoa's skull plonk into the mass that was his body.  I imagined them having poop sex, but I had a feeling they'd already done that in life already.  It took thirty minutes and a quarter tank of cabbit-fueled feces before I 'felt' empty, and the pouch was ruined; slumping over the rim of the toilet with a sloppy pile of bones and filth filling out the septic tank below.

Feral-sized toilet paper is overrated.