It was midnight at the local pokemon “zoo”. Rare and desired pokemon species were bred here in captivity to provide for fledgling trainers. They were safe here and enjoyed a carefree home until they went home with their new masters.

*Snip* *Snip* *Snip*

A sandshrew and a quilslash (a sandslash/quilava cross) waited outside the fence keeping them from the eevee enclosure. Dio, the quilslash, was a feral pokemon and the stronger of the two, but Sandy the sandshrew had a few tricks up his sleeve. He was owned by a trainer, and that meant opportunities to get experience with the finer points of civilization. Like wire cutters.

Sandy balanced on top of Dio’s shoulders and finished the last few cuts to make a hole in the fence large enough for his “big brother”, and the two snuck in. Before them laid several scattered dens throughout the simulated hillsides. A veritable buffet, for a pair of gluttons.

“Alright, remember the rules,” said Sandy. “Whoever gulps down the most eevees wins.”

“Uh huh. Just try not to cheat… well, cheat beyond the whole ‘bigger on the inside’ deal,” rumbled Dio.

“Hey, I have to work to get them down. You just pop them in your mouth like candy. We've each got our own talents is all.”

The larger sandling gave an approving nod, and the two split up to go after their prey. Sandy sprinted over to one of the burrows and performed a sliding tackle, jamming a paw down the hole and yanking out a sleeping eevee by the arm.

“Hey, what is i--” began the eevee, before Sandy interrupted it by raising it by raising his tail, shoving the meal behind him, and forcefully sitting down. The eevee flinched and braced for being squished, by the sandshrew’s sphincter just stretched around its body, taking the eevee up to the waist before it even realized what was going on. It tried to wriggle its way out, paws attempting to gain purchase on the inside of Sandy’s bowels, but it was no use. A quick gulp, and most of the rest of the eevee’s body was slurped inside, leaving just a pair of kicking paws still outside. Sandy permitted himself a pleased sigh as he pulled in the last of his meal… and then it was gone. Pulled deep inside his intestines to never be seen again. One snack down, he began to dig his way into the burrow to grab the rest.

Dio, on the other hand, had to make do with a bit less subtlety. He gave the entrance to the burrow a few sniffs to get an idea of where they were in the tunnel, then struck down with his more powerful digging claws. It came back up with a rather surprised eevee and a cloud of dirt. He gave the morsel a quick shake to get the dirt off, then nonchalantly tossed the eevee into the air and caught it in his mouth. “W-wait, plea--” it started, but Dio closed his jaws around his meal and began to swallow, even as it kicked its leg and tried to beg for mercy.

Dio’s ears twitched as another eevee tore itself free of the collapsed tunnel and tried to make a break for it. The large quilslash just sat down hard on the unfortunate pokemon, and with a free paw pushed it up his rear. “You can’t do thi--mmf” it began to cry out, before its cries were silenced forever.

The two kept up their meal in this fashion, snapping up eevees left and right. Sandy was only shoving them up his ass, a dazed look of pleasure crossing his face with each meal squirming against his prostate. It wasn’t that Sandy wasn’t hungry, far from it, but as soon as he caught another one his previous meal was slurped past that magical little spot, and the urge was just too strong to replace it. Unlike Dio however, he didn’t have to deal with the extra weight of his meals slowing himself down and unbalancing him with their squirms. While Dio took an early lead, as the night wore on the little sandshrew began to take a lead with his steady pace.

Meanwhile, in the zoo’s security room sat an anthro fox, feet up on the console, eating some donuts and idly watching the cameras. It was a simple job, nothing really happened, just a paycheck for sitting around all night. That is… until he caught a glimpse of a sandshrew dragging eevees out of their burrows and… cramming them up his rear. He stared in shock, almost unable to believe what he just saw. As he watched, the sandshrew grabbed another… and another. Something about the sight sent chills down his spine, but watching after the exhibits was the kind of thing they paid him for. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t do anything about it?

The fox grabbed his gun off the counter, buckled on his holster, and grabbed his flashlight, all the while knowing more and more of the eevees were being eaten as he dawdled. Finally equipped, he charged out into the halls and sprinted toward the eevee exhibit.

Sandy was just finishing up another snack when the door was kicked open and a flashlight waved over the enclosure. Sandy dove into the long grass, heart beating rapidly. He didn’t want to deal with any opposition, not now. He chanced a look out at the guard, snatching his muzzle back in just before the flashlight shone over him. The man was armed, that was no good. He’d have to be subtle about this.

The sandshrew slowly crept through his cover until he could keep an eye on the man, and placed his forepaws on the ground. He focused his will into the ground, using Sand Trap in a way he had many times in the past. More of a quicksand trap. The ground in front of the guard began to liquefy into a thick mud, and the poor hapless fox rapidly sank in up to his waist.

“What the?” shouted the guard in alarm. To his credit, he recovered quickly, placing his flashlight and gun together and waving them about. “Show yourself monster!”

Sandy grinned. “Well… if you insist…” he muttered, fully aware that the fox couldn’t understand pokespeak. He had left his translation collar back at his trainer’s place. As soon as the guard was checking the other direction Sandy leapt from his hiding spot, delivering a flying kick at the fox’s paws. The fox turned to the new sound just as Sandy closed the distance. A quick roundhouse kick and the guard’s weapons flew from his paws and sank into the muck. Sandy landed on the quicksand, the ground solidifying beneath his paws so he could walk on top.

The fox struggled to try and escape the sticky prison, only resulting in dragging himself in deeper. In desperation and fear, he began to cry for help… but the zoo only bothered hiring a single night guard to sit in a chair and do nothing all night. As he helplessly squirmed, the sandshrew flagged his tail, and lowered himself down onto him, his sphincter stretching around his head. The man looked up one last time before he was pulled inside, and this close he could tell: the sandshrew was hard as a rock. It was eating his charges out of lust. It was eating HIM out of lust. And there was nothing he could do about it as he was swallowed up, the musky confines of Sandy’s bowels swallowing, pulling him free of the muck… and to a far worse fate.

The unfortunate interloper dealt with, Sandy tapped the ground to revert it to normal, and went back to the feast. He always did like anthro prey… their superiority just made it all the more satisfying to digest them.

On the other side of the enclosure, Dio snapped up another pair of Eevees in each paw, and stomped a foot on a third that tried to run off. He stuffed one feetfirst into his gullet and swallowed it down with great effort, then panted as he stuffed yet another up his rear. His belly squirmed from all the prey in his stomach and bowels.

“Normally I wouldn’t have this many of you guys…” he said as he pulled the panicked eevee out from under his paw. “But I made a bet, and can’t be beaten by my little brother…” he panted out, then steeled himself and stuffed another victim into his mouth and swallowed.

Dio huffed and puffed, straining his ears to listen for more prey, even as the ones already inside him made quite a racket. It was understandable, they didn’t want to be digested, but he wished they’d stop. He took to sniffing around for them. The scent of all his previous meals hung heavy in the air, each distinct in their own subtle ways… but nothing new could be found. He gave a sigh of relief that abruptly shifted into a belch. The contest was over.

He met Sandy back over by the entrance, hefting his sizeable squirming gut. “Well, whadya say Sandy? Think you can top this much?”

Sandy gave one of the bulges a poke and hmmed. “The contest is to devour them… not to hold them. Let’s have them stew a while longer shall we?” Come on, I know how we can kill some time.”

The sandshrew got down onto all fours, raised his tail, and looked over his shoulder at his partner in crime. Dio needed no further persuading. He was already stiff as a board from all the little critters gasping out their last inside him. He knelt down behind Sandy, placed one paw on his friend’s back, and steadied his cock with the other, and thrust deep into him.

Sandy gave out a pleased gasp as Dio plowed into him. He was rather thick, thicker than what most pokemon Sandy’s size could ever expect to take… but this was hardly the largest thing Sandy had taken that night. He knelt his head against the ground, drool leaking from his mouth and pre dripping from his own cock as Dio got into the rhythm of things, thrusting hard up to the hilt, his sizeable balls slapping against Sandy’s taint with each push.

As Sandy was hunched over getting plowed by Dio, his body got to work processing all his prey. Their bodies melted away as they panicked and struggled in their musky prison, what little nutrients he needed absorbing away, and the vast majority becoming nothing but waste. They all knew it was far too late for them, there was no hope of escape. Their one solace was that they had lived a good life, they all knew a pleasant afterlife awaited them.

As their bodies faded away, they felt a similar sensation tugging at their sense of self. Their being, the very fabric of what made them who they were, began to fray and tear apart. Sandy wasn’t a normal sandshrew, having arrived via the Entrana forest in the pokemon dream world, and his dreamstuff body wasn’t content to devour only their bodies. As his meals began to realize what was happening, their whole consciousness melting away, true fear set in. There’d be nothing left for them but oblivion. They tried to squirm out, to shout for help, but their bodies had already faded away and they found themselves unable to drift away. They could all sense each other, with the first meals fading away first with a definite pop once their last essence had been absorbed. The later meals knew all too well what awaited them, unable to do anything but face their end until not a single scrap was left.

Their essence infused into Sandy’s being, enhancing him in subtle semi-magical ways. Minor cuts and imperfections healed, his plates became smoother, his fur sleeker and fluffier. His mannerisms carried more confidence to them, and others couldn’t help but take notice of him. Lastly, he absorbed a small trait native to their species. With both eevees and foxes being known for their virility, his balls hung heavy with seed, the pre dripping onto the floor thicker and slicker than ever. In the end, all they were was fuel for the sandshrew’s vanity and lust, these little enhancements lasting until their soulstuff burned away. Sandy was completely oblivious to this as well. All he knew was he felt amazing when getting fucked or edging after a meal.

After about an hour the squirms and cries had died away, and Dio finally allowed himself to climax, hilting into Sandy one last time with a cry of ecstasy. He pulled out, and the two collapsed onto their backs, panting in ecstasy.

"I... *huff* got about twelve..." panted Dio. "Seven went to my stomach, five more to the back door."

"Twelve here too! And alllll of them up my tight little rear," bragged Sandy.

“It’s a tie?” remarked Dio in disbelief.

“Hey, not quite!” exclaimed Sandy. “I would have won if I didn’t get caught up dealing with the security guard! Anthros should be worth double points for all the work, so I win!”

Dio shot Sandy a look "Hey... you didn't count him as one of your twelve did you?"

Sandy thumbed himself in the chest with pride. "You bet I did! So at double points that makes thirteen!"

“I believe your exact words were, whoever gulps down the most eevees wins,” Dio said with a grin.“I actually beat you at an eating contest! So, what do I win?”

Sandy huffed. “Bragging rights! That’s all!” He took a few breaths to calm himself down from this indignation before adding “Besides, like we need a reason to eat more eevees.”

The two gluttons slipped back out through the hole they made and returned home, leaving nothing but some rather interesting footage for the day shift’s security.