The sun was setting on a lesser-known Kalos route, painting a quaint little house in warm orange tones. A helioptile wearing a pair of blue pajamas with moogles patterned on them lazed outside on a rock in the yard, basking in the twilight's warm glow as he watched the sparse traffic along the route. The helioptile briefly glanced into his house through the window, idly watching his moogle counterpart Erakupo puttering about in the kitchen. The pokemon idly watched as the moogle fixed snacks, preparing for a sleepover they had planned with Sandy tonight. Their sandshrew friend was a notorious glutton, and he was sure to eat all the snacks they’d prepared and then some. It was a few minutes before 8 when a rustling noise in the long grass attracted the pokemon’s attention. Wild pokemon were an occasional nuisance and he grunted, sitting up and readying a thundershock to send whatever it was scampering back. What emerged was no fletchling or dunsparce, but a yellow-plated ball with a rainbow cloth tucked into it. It came to a stop a few feet from the pokemon’s rock and Sandy unfurled himself, standing up on his hind legs and wearing nothing but his signature rainbow bandana around his neck. Heliokir looked the sandshrew up and down, and he tried to hide an embarrassed grin as his gaze passed over Sandy's bare sheath. "Heeey Sandy. Thought I told you to grab some PJs. This is just supposed to be a clean, innocent sleepover remember?" Sandy made no attempt to cover himself. If anything, he accentuated it by clasping his paws behind his back and slowly rocking his hips back and forth, his nuts swaying with the motion hypnotically. "Well... PJs are what you wear to bed right? And I usually sleep naked... I do most things naked. Most pokemon don't wear clothes, remember Heliokir?" Heliokir huffed at this comment, and forced himself to look away as he realized he'd been staring. "Well... sure, but... don't expect us to strip too ok? It's still going to be clean and innocent fun ok?" Sandy nodded. "Sure thing. I can be… not... lewd... most of the time! ...okay, sometimes… occasionally… Honest!" The helioptile shook his head, not quite believing the sandshrew, but regardless he got up off of his rock and led his guest to the door. A few knocks, and a moogle wearing matching blue pajamas with helioptiles on them answered the door. "Sandy, so glad you could make it! You two can go boot up the Wii U, I'll join you once I'm done making the snacks." Erakupo was all smiles, not once mentioning Sandy's choice of wear... though he did certainly stare, grateful for the fur to hide his blush. "Anytime, thanks for having me. You guys are so sweet, I could just eat you up instead!" The three of them shared a somewhat nervous laugh as Heliokir led their guest to the living room. They both knew Sandy had a penchant for gulping down others, but it was a risk they were happy to take for having him over. They booted up a three player match of Smash, and Sandy immediately picked Yoshi. Heliokir was still debating between Lucario and Mewtwo when Erakupo came in with a large platter of cheesy nachos drizzled in figy berry hot sauce. Heliokir finally settled on Lucario, and Erakupo took one look at Sandy’s choice and picked Mario. The game itself went as well as could be expected. The real fight was between Erakupo and Heliokir, who were dodging left and right to play mind games with each other. Sandy proved to be an interesting wild card thrown into the match however, throwing out egg lays and throws to disrupt them at random, more interested in swallowing his hosts than actually winning the game. After a few minutes of this, Erakupo successfully lured Sandy off the edge of the arena and footstool jumped him down to his defeat. “Haha! Just like old times! Been waiting the whole match to do that.” Sandy mashed his jump and ineffectually fluttered up just below the edge of the platform before falling back to his death. “Eat a dick Mario.” With Sandy temporarily out of the picture, Erakupo turned his attention back to Heliokir. They were both on their last stock now, and high percentage. One good smash from either of them would be enough to clinch victory, but every high knockback move was countered with a shield or dodge. Erakupo dodged backwards away from Heliokir’s Force Palm… and came out just in time to get beaned by a thrown home run bat from Sandy and knocked off the stage. The two fighters were momentarily shocked by the turn of events, just long enough for Sandy to nail Heliokir with a dash attack and knock him off as well, earning a surprising victory. “How…” began Heliokir. “I thought we turned items off?” asked Erakupo. “You guys were ignoring me the whole match. I still had two stocks left!” exclaimed Sandy. He paused briefly as the realization hit him. “Well, a win’s a win!” After a few more matches, including a coin match for the hell of it, Heliokir went into the kitchen to make some popcorn while Erakupo put in a movie, “Attack of the 50-Foot Whatever.” It was a cheap 80’s horror flick that started out innocently enough, scientists in lab coats experimenting on a newly discovered adorable furry creature and subjecting it to radiation that causes it to grow to an immense size. Naturally, the beast responds by gobbling up the scientists, the research center, downtown... Sandy watched the show with rapt attention, keeping his popcorn bowl seated in his lap with a huge blush on his face as the creature goes about its rampage. Erakupo chanced a glance over at their guest and gave him a smirk. "Don't feel like you have to be modest for our sake. It's pretty obvious anyway." Sandy bashfully moved the bowl over to one side, baring his prominent erection, his tail wagging back and forth with each gluttonous show the Whatever put on. In the end, the monster attacking the city won for once. The final shot showed the Whatever was laying on it's back, massaging a full belly as it laid on the bare foundations of the once prosperous city. A gurgle from its stomach, and it glanced up at another city on the horizon, and licked its lips. Needless to say, Sandy was pent up and rock hard when he crawled into their bed afterwards. Sandy plopped down into the center of the bed, kicked the blanket off, and gave the other two sultry, bedroom eyes. Erakupo took this as a cue to strip out of his PJs, a little bit of pink poking out of his furry white sheath as he snuggled up next to Sandy. “Kupo!” exclaimed Heliokir. “This was supposed to be an innocent sleepover…” Erakupo stuck his tongue out at Heliokir. “Oh shush, it’s a hot night. Besides, I didn’t want our guest to be the odd one out out. Though, now you’re the only one clothed…” Heliokir grumbled, but nonetheless squirmed out of his PJs. “I’m still the odd one out though…” Being a lizard, he didn’t have a sheath like the other two, instead having a barely visible genital slit amongst his fine scales. He snuggled up opposite of Erakupo, sandwiching Sandy in the middle of them. “There we go, just three innocent friends spending a night together,” said Sandy, as he stretched out tiredly, his foot rubbing up between Heliokir’s legs. He squirmed, “inadvertently” stroking the helioptile’s genital slit until a pair of tapered pink cocks pushed their way out. “I-innocent?” Balked out a flustered Heliokir. “What do you call that then?” Sandy splayed his toes, entwining them with Heliokir’s twin cocks, and slowly stroked them up and down. “Mmm, just stretching before bed is all.” Heliokir was growing increasingly flustered, breathing hard and clutching the pillow. “You’re jerking me off on purpose!” he stammered out. “You’re being so lewd!” Sandy paused, and made a show of looking down at his feet. “So I am!” He shrugged and then continued to stroke his reptilian companion. “I don’t see you stopping me though.” Erakupo tried to suppress a giggle. Heliokir’s lust was starting to overtake him, and rather than push the sandshrew away, he was thrusting his cocks between Sandy’s toes, needy whimpers escaping his throat. “We’re… we’re past being innocent so just finish me off…” Sandy gave Heliokir a few more strokes, then pulled his foot away and gave the helioptile a simple peck on the nose. “Nah. I promised not to be lewd remember? You wouldn’t insist I break my promise would you?” Heliokir begged and pleaded, but Sandy was insistent, leaving the poor electric type with blue balls as they all drifted to sleep. --- Sandy’s dreamt that he was a king of pokemon. Electric type pokemon of all sorts, from Ampharos to Zapdos, stretched out in a grand audience in front of him, and one by one he beckoned them forth to blow their king. Sooner or later though, they all met the same fate. He’d get bored of them, see a cuter member of the audience, or just feel like having a snack. Then he’d pull them off, push their muzzle into his cock, and swallow them down to join the rest of their fellow subjects as in his balls. He was being serviced by an adorable emolga girl when an uppity helioptile came up from the crowd. He mercilessly fed her to him, before taking over her duties. He had to admit, he liked the boy’s spunk, so bold and eager to please his master. Too eager. Sandy found himself growing closer and closer to the edge of his pleasure, and he couldn’t have that. These subjects were only supposed to help his prey digest, not ruin his collection by making him spurt them all over his chest. He pulled the helioptile off his cock, and pulled back on his flesh to widen the tip for another meal. The helioptile struggled a lot more than his previous meals, the greedy little thing. He wasn’t eager to please his king at all! Clearly he deserved to be food. He pushed down on the back of the helioptile’s head, pushing him closer and closer, until at last his cock stretched around the insolent servant, turning him into just another bulge down his shaft like all the rest. When the last of the helioptile vanished into his sheath, he gave his balls a pat. “There’s a good servant.” --- Erakupo was rudely woken up by someone squirming on the bed. He looked over and was shocked to see Heliokir already halfway down Sandy’s cock, kicking and squirming, his own cocks rock hard and dripping pre. As the moogle watched, his other half was swiftly gobbled up vanishing down into the sandshrew’s sheath with nary a bulge to mark his passing. Erakupo had never been so turned on before. He’d seen Sandy feed before, and it was always arousing, but somehow watching basically himself become nothing more than cockfood made it all the more powerful. Carefully, he laid his head down on Sandy’s sheath, and shuddered. Just on the other side was Heliokir, and he absolutely knew he’d be leaning up against the wall of his musky prison, jacking off with both hands, trying to get off as many times as he could before he became nothing but jizz. The helioptile tried to be the pure and innocent one, but Erakupo knew better: He was just as lewd as he was beneath the facade. “Was nice knowing you. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, and gave Sandy’s balls a kiss. The little moogle couldn’t get back to sleep though. He kept waking up to look at Sandy’s junk, his own paws rubbing his own needy shaft. He couldn’t help it, he HAD to get off or there was no way he’d be getting back to sleep. Careful to avoid Sandy’s ravenous cock, he stood up on the bed and straddled the sandshrew. Sandy was snoring at this point, his open maw so inviting. Erakupo couldn’t resist sliding his cock inside. Even completely asleep, Sandy obliged him, wrapping his tongue around it for a taste, before wrapping his lips around Erakupo’s cock. Light moans echoed out from his throat as he sucked on his new toy, and Erakupo grew more bold with each passing second. He’d been a little worried at first about waking his guest, but it seemed this pokemon slept deeply. He started with some light thrusting, placing an encouraging paw between Sandy’s ears, and before he knew it he was balls deep in Sandy’s muzzle, facefucking the living daylights out of him. If he managed to wake him up, then so what: It was Sandy’s ravenous appetite that made him need a blowjob anyway. Erakupo was getting close. His mind kept drifting back to Heliokir’s fate. He wondered if he was still around, listening to his moogle self get off on his demise. Or if he’d already been churned up into yet another thick load. As he was trying to decide which was hotter, he felt something warm and tight wrap around his left foot. He looked down, and saw that in his passion he’d been sliding into more of a diagonal position… and Sandy’s cock found meal number two. The moogle gave a couple tugs, but the shaft had him tight and pulled back harder. This was it. He was going to be food, just like Heliokir and-- his thoughts were interrupted for a moment as his own mortal peril pushed him over the edge. He held onto the top of the bedframe, keeping himself from being pulled in until Sandy had finished swallowing like a good sub. Then, he slipped his other foot in, and let go. As he was tugged down Sandy’s chest to his waist, he gave his friend one last hug. This was it. The moment he always knew was coming since he first befriended the little glutton. He took a deep musky breath just before his head slipped in, and a short trip later he plopped down into a small fleshy space barely large enough for him to curl up in. A small puddle of semen already coated the bottom, and Heliokir was nowhere to be found. Either that puddle was him, or he was in the ball next door. As he watched, the puddle began to grow as he started to lose feeling where he was touching it. He expected it to hurt but it just… felt nice. Before he knew it, he was falling back asleep in his new bed. Erakupo dreamed of moogles on a bright sunny picnic. All his friends were there enjoying the food and playing games. Little by little, the moogles started shedding their clothes in the summer heat until they were all naked as the day they were born. Everywhere he looked, his friends were stroking each other, comparing sizes, frotting, just having fun exploring each other’s bodies. Soon, exploring turned to playing, and the picnic devolved into a full blown orgy. The smell of jizz hung heavy in the air, making it hard to breath. As his dream faded away, his friends were all jerking off onto him, coating him so much as to make him seem like just one giant load, just like he deserved… --- Sandy woke up and stretched early the next morning. He’d had pleasant dreams, but as he tried to recall them they vanished like morning dew in the face of his burning need to bend over one of his hosts. The first thing he noticed was the bed was empty. His two friends must have gotten up earlier to surprise him with breakfast. That seemed just like them, they were so cute and helpful. He was lucky to have friends like them. He hauled himself out of bed, his weighty nuts swaying with each step he took. He almost tripped over the discarded PJs and he amused himself with the thought that, wherever they were, they were still naked. Probably eager to help him with his impressive case of morning wood once he found them. He strode into the kitchen to find it completely empty. Cold stove, no aroma of food in the air, not a single sign anyone had been here. He checked the bathroom, the living room, he even went into the yard to check Heliokir’s sunning rock. No sign of them anywhere. They wouldn’t just run off and leave him there alone would they? Another tingle up his spine made him shiver. He wasn’t always this horny when he woke up. Usually it only got this bad when he… he gave his nuts an experimental heft. They felt quite... FULL? “...I’ve eaten in my sleep again, haven’t I?” he muttered to himself. He felt a momentary twinge of regret. They HAD been good friends, but this was soon replaced by his lust and need doubling now that he knew just where they had gone. It was far too late to even think of saving them now anyway, the only important thing was where he was going to plaster the former moogle and helioptile. He briefly considered a few of his favorite spots for prey: The shower, their bed, all over their expensive TV, but immediately discarded them. These were his friends, and they deserved something special. His gaze turned to Heliokir’s sunning rock. He could at least let the lizard bask in the sunlight, plus he might get an audience watching from the route, which was a plus. Sandy sloshed his old friends around with one paw as he jerked off with the other. A girl passing on the route slowed down to a near stop and pretended not to stare. He didn’t take long. Sacrifices always had a way of making him pop like a cork, especially ones he knew. A forceful spurt of cum splattered on the rock hard enough to splash onto his belly fur, followed by another, and another. He could hear a gasp from his surprised voyeur as he spilled out an entire two people’s worth of seed. He turned to her and licked his lips, before she darted off in an embarrassed huff. Back inside, Sandy left little white footprints on the floor as he walked back to the room. Gosh those two made a mess, he was practically dripping with them. He picked up the first rag he could find, the former Erakupo’s pajamas, and wiped the cum out of his fur as best he could before dropping the sodden garment to the ground. Little cum-stained helioptile faces smiled up at him from it. As he looked over the empty bedroom, he spotted Heliokir’s pajamas. These ones were dry, and on a whim he decided to try them on. They were his size and fit more or less well, though it was obviously made for a helioptile and not a sandshrew. It was fairly tight in the crotch, and the resulting bulge left little to the imagination. Still, it made for a cute trophy, and it’s not like Heliokir was in any state to mind him rubbing his sheath all over his clothes. Dressed up in his new prize, Sandy left the house and departed down the route, waving goodbye to the puddle drying in the yard. “I had a lot of fun, wish we could do it again sometime!”