"To Vegas! All you preds can gamble with how long a Jag can last in your sexy parts" That was the teasing message Jag left on twitter before heading out for his trip. Just a jest to taunt all the preds who wanted to gulp him down, but before long... "I bet 2 hours tops." came one reply, from a blue dragonness. "I'll keep him there for 3." came another, from an otter licking his chops. "He wouldn't last an hour with me." said a raccoon. "Wait, are we trying for longer or shorter?" asked a sandshrew. "We're not even gambling yet," commented a fox. "How about... you have to let him out when the time's up, and if he makes it, you go in HIS sexy parts for that long." This solidified the contest, and Jag's notifications were filled with predators placing their bets, and a few withdrawals once the terms were set. Among the new bets was the sandshrew from before. "10 minutes." ----- Jag got off the plane in Las Vegas a few hours later, his phone immediately blowing up with messages. He flipped through them, rolling his eyes at the responses. They'd have to find him first anyway, Las Vegas wasn't a small city by any means. There were plenty of casinos, hotels, and other venues they'd have to search... but not a lot of airports, he realized, as he looked up and saw a sandshrew dressed in only a scarf jumping up and down carrying a sign with his name on it. "Uhh… fancy running into you here, Sandy!" said an alarmed Jag as the sandshrew ran up to him. "You… do know I was just joking about the gambling thing, right?" Sandy gestured dismissively with his paw "Oh of course, of course. Besides, you're a bit too big for me to gulp down without fighting for it anyway." The way he said that made it sound like that was the main reason Jag wasn't waist-deep in Sandy's shaft yet. "So, I'm visiting some local friends, what brings you here? Thought you lived in the northwest?" Jag said, changed the subject. "Oh, Urthdigger and I were here on vacation, and when I saw the tweet I figured I'd welcome you. Maybe grab a drink or two at the bar while we're at it," said Sandy. "Well... alright," conceded Jag. "But just one. You HAVE tried to eat me before." ---- An hour later the bar table the two vorarephiles shared was covered with drinks, and the pair were singing off-key as "Eat the Rich" blared from the jukebox. They each had their arms around the other's shoulders, rocking back in forth in their seats as they waved a pair of drinks, laughing once the song was over. "This is fun, I like this," slurred Sandy. "Hey, before you go... let's pop into the bathroom for a little fun," he added, a lewd grin crossing his muzzle. Something was nagging at the back of Jag's brain, something about this that wasn't right... but Sandy WAS cute, had plenty of hot stories about unfortunate prey that had crossed his path... and the plump sheath he'd been stealing glances at all night certainly didn't hurt matters. “Sure… lead the way.” Sandy hopped of his chair and helped Jag off of his, leaving the waitress to clean up their empties… and the empty vials of Jag’s shrinking potions. --- Sandy locked the door behind them as he dragged Jag into the bathroom, stripped him out of his clothes, and pinned him up against the wall. The sandshrew was already at half-mast by the time he’d locked the door, and now his drooling cock tip was pressing up against Jag’s muzzle. The cat was a little taken aback by the size of the package rubbing against his cheek. He didn’t recall Sandy being quite THIS big before, but nevertheless wrapped his muzzle around the pokemon’s thick member and began sucking. It started off easy enough, but Sandy was somehow getting even harder than before. His cock became more and more of a mouthful until Jag had to open his mouth as wide as he could just to get it past his teeth. He stood on his tiptoes to try and get a better angle and… Wait, what? He pulled back and looked up at Sandy, the massive cock larger than he was now. Jag realized with a start that it wasn’t that Sandy was becoming more well-endowed, but that EVERYTHING was becoming larger… or to be more accurate, he was becoming smaller! He felt a sinking feeling in his gut as his mind raced back to the vials he brought along with him for some fun with the locals, realizing too late that when they had been heading for the bathroom that he hadn’t heard the familiar clinking of his potions in his coat pocket. The damn sneaky pokemon had drugged him! He tried to run, but a paw slammed down on top of him, stopping him in his tracks and picking him up off the ground. Sandy held the thrashing and panicky Jag over the slit of his cock, and there was a beep from his phone as he turned on the camera and began recording. He slowly pushed the squirming cat’s head into his shaft,, his slit opening up and taking in its prey past his shoulders in a single “bite.” Sandy’s shaft pulsed and throbbed with need, dragging the 6-inch tall Jag in deeper and deeper. The poor cat couldn’t do anything with his arms pinned to his side by the squeezing, wet, musky tube of flesh drawing him in. His torso and his own cock vanished past the “lips”, followed by a luxurious slurp of the kicking and writhing legs, pausing just briefly at the end to get a good long look at Jag’s final moments in the world… before his kicking and wriggling feet slid in and sealed his fate. Just a bulge down Sandy’s shaft, followed by a struggling bulge in one of his balls. “Alright, start your timers,” Sandy exclaimed to the camera. “I believe I gave him 10 minutes to stay in there… let’s see if he makes it, shall we?” Jag wriggled inside, searching for an exit at first and upon finding none… settled for trying to pleasure his captor enough to spurt him out. He rubbed and massaged all over those walls, even pressing his groin against the walls of the shaft and grinding his own cock against the walls of his prison His efforts appeared to be working, judging by the moans Sandy was making. He felt his prison jostle, the knee-high pool of cum splashing over him as his ball was fondled, bringing with it an oddly pleasant tingling sensation. “Rrf, I’m going to win this little bet Sandy! I’ll get out, and you’ll be the one feeding me!” shouted Jag as an especially energetic squirm caused Sandy to gasp, his balls tightening up and a spurt of pre dripping into the bathroom floor. “Keep it up…” panted Sandy “You’re getting awfully close… you can do it…” His cock twitched, every now and then, edged by Jag’s frantic rubs. Inside, the cat was having a harder and harder time struggling, his strength starting to ebb as the pool raised. Still, he pressed on, desperate to avoid his fate as a puddle of sandshrew jizz. Sure, he was partly absorbed now, but it wasn’t anything too bad, he could still make it if he tried… Sandy gave a shudder as he crossed the point of no return, and Jag felt a moment of joy and hope as he felt his surroundings tense up for release… right until the sandshrew’s nuts spasmed and churned even harder than before to churn and absorb him. Sandy braced himself against the wall, his feet’s claws scratching the tile floor as he came, splattering thick ropes of cum against the wall… and no sign of Jag. Sandy gave the camera a nice panning shot of the cum puddle. “Welp…. 8 minutes, and he didn’t make it. Looks like I win!” Sandy said, beaming with pride. It wasn’t until he stopped the recording that he let the facade fall, and he collapsed to the floor, panting with exhaustion from the strength of the orgasm Jag had given him in his final moments. A few minutes later, Sandy let his cock slip back into his sheath, and tapped out a quick reply to Jag’s tweet, so the other preds could see the conversation. “Looks like I win the bet!” he typed out, and attached the video. He pushed send before making his way back to the airport. He had to hurry, or he was going to miss his flight back home… By the time he got home, it was dark and his phone battery had died from the near-constant buzzing of angry and jealous preds replying to his victorious tweet. He made his way up to his room, before plugging the phone back in and curling up on the bed. Urth stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he spied the tired pokemon curiously. “Have a good day roaming the town?” he asked, eyeing the phone briefly as it powered on and started buzzing yet again. Sandy rolled over, yawning again as he turned his phone off. “I drove about half of the preds on Twitter insane with jealousy and/or rage and probably got myself banned from another bar with the mess I left. Totally worth it.”