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Bistroburg was a town once known for one thing, food. Pokemon from far and wide would flock over because the best food in the world was rumored to be made there. Whether that was true or not, nobody ever left disappointed. From restaurant to restaurant, everything was beyond delicious. It was like one giant all-you-can-eat buffet all day every day. If nothing else, they always left craving more.

It was rumored that Pokemon normally gained ten pounds a day from non stop eating. To anyone who had never been, it sounded like an exaggeration, til they came for visit. Then they’d get to see the townsfolk, each and every last one of them ranging from fat to immobile. From Bulbasaurs that had guts too massive for their feet to touch the ground to Zebstrikas whose bodies were stretched so much with blubber that it distorted their white stripes to make them appear more like white blotches. The visiting Pokemon would soon find their own waistlines growing each day of their stay there, finding the food even more mouthwatering than words could describe. A week’s stay would end them “pleasantly plump” by the standards of the citizens and for the Pokemon who planned a week long visit, many soon found themselves extending their visit long as they could, the Eden of a village too wonderful to simply leave so soon. Some even gave up on the idea of ever leaving and soon found themselves becoming residents themselves.

Truly, it appeared like it might have been the happiest and heaviest town on the planet, but the brighter the light, the greater the shadow and this town was no different. A while back, a certain obese Smeargle by the name of Marko resided within an abandoned restaurant. To any Pokemon who dared venture into it, they fell victim to him and his greater than any other appetite. To him, the greatest food was other Pokemon and he marked his victims on his canvas of a gut. Fortunately, a certain Pokemon Rescue Team braved the dangers of his lair and brought him to justice. After that, he had turned over a new leaf and decided to feed Pokemon instead of eating them.

This was true, at least for a time. One day, he simply disappeared from the town, a task quite impressive for a Pokemon that took up the entire sidewalk as he waddled by. One might think that things would simply end there, but that’s the thing about legends, they inspire others…


“Zig! Zag! Zigity! Zag!” sang a certain Zigzagoon. Unlike most of this tiny raccoon Pokemon that had spiked up fur all over their bodies in light browns and cream that appeared like zigzags, this one in particular was noticeably overweight and that seemingly caused his fur to become less jagged. Rather than looking like zigzags, they appeared like wavy lines that had been getting straighter the fatter the Pokemon got. Even the way he moved seemed to reflect this. Where all other Zigzagoons would be dashing left and right as they ran forward, this one’s path was slowly become more and more a straight light (though that may have been because zigzags were too difficult to do with such a heavy body).

“Zig! Zag! Zigity! Zag!” he continued to sing, his body wobbling as he made his way forward, stopping as he reached the sign at the edge of the city. “Welcome to Bistroburg! Bon appetite!” he read and licked his chops.

“Hi there,” greeted a Scraggy to the Zigzagoon. As expected, he was a hefty Pokemon too, so much so that the shed skin that he wore like pants was tightly bound around his waist. He didn’t even need to bother to hold it up and it looked on the verge of tearing if he gained much more girth. “You don’t seem familiar. Are you an out-of-towner?”

“Yeah, I heard this town has tons of tasty food in it,” he smiled.

“You wouldn’t be the first to think that,” the Scraggy chuckled and patted his gut, making it jiggle. “I’ve become a much bigger mon since coming here and by bigger I mean fatter.”

“Sure looks that way,” he nodded and pressed his paw into the Scraggy’s gut seeing it sink a bit into his blubber. “And I thought Scraggy’s were supposed to be skinny.”

“Not in this town,” he chuckled. “And I thought Zigzagoon were supposed to be… ziggy and zaggy.”

“Touche,” the Zigzagoon laughed. “I’m Zaguri.”

“Biggs,” introduced the Scraggy as he offered Zaguri a slice of pizza, a slice so large it overflowed the paper plate had had it on. “Nice to meet ya. I’m on visitor greeting duty today so here’s your complimentary pizza slice.”

“Nice meeting you too,” replied Zaguri as he took the plate and began chomping up the pizza slice and devoured it in a few bites and licked the grease from his muzzle afterwards. “I think I’m gonna like it here.”

“Everyone always does,” Biggs told him. “Just a bit of advice. It’s not a good idea to be in Leftovers Park at night.”

“Why’s that?” snickered Zaguri. “Cause there never are any?”

“That’s a good one,” laughed Biggs. “But in all seriousness, some less than savory Pokemon have been causing trouble there. It’s fine during the day, but… let’s just leave it at that. I wouldn’t want to scare you off when you just got here.”

“I’ll make sure to heed your advice,” promised Zaguri. “I’m more interested in seeing the restaurants than a park anyway.”

“Then go on,” smiled Biggs. “Enjoy and indulge. If you keep eating you might end up the first zigzagless Zigzagoon. Heheh, would you just be a Linoone then?”

“Only if I evolve,” he joked and waddled his way into the town. Searching around with his nose lifted up. Then like a Magikarp biting down on an Old Rod’s lure, Zaguri was pulled into the first eatery of his binge fest. “Mmm,” he drooled as he found himself seated at a Ramen shop with a chubby Buizel and Cyndaquil manning it. “Looks like I’ll be having some ramen for starters.”

“This is the first place you’re eating at since coming to Bistroburg?” asked the Buizel.

“Not counting the welcome pizza slice I had,” he admitted.

“We won’t,” smiled the Cyndaquil. “So, how about a bowl of our signature ramen? It’s out of this world!”

“If that’s what’s making my mouth water,” answered Zaguri. “Then please and hurry.”

“Coming up in a jiff,” the Buizel told him as he and his Cyndaquil friend stood back to back.

“Cause we are,” they said together as they did a pose, each extending an arm into the air as they turned to face Zaguri. As they continued to speak, they slapped their guts in unison. “Ramen Masters!”

Them trying to make such a pose while they were so fat and round appeared silly, rather than cool like they hoped, but Zaguri clapped anyway. “Wow, you guys are awesome.”

“Heh, we know,” bragged the Buizel rubbing a finger under his nose.

Zaguri’s stomach then let out a rumble. “Can’t wait for the ramen,” Zaguri added, hoping to nudge them into getting to work on his meal as quickly as possible. “Belly’s hungry already.”

“We’ll get it done in five minutes flat,” declared the Cyndaquil and he filled up a huge pot with water before he placed it on his back. Unleashing his fire, he started to heat up the water. Meanwhile, the Buizel got to work on the ingredients. Taking out a lump of fresh dough, he began to knead it and roll it, working it out before plopping it into a bucket and pulled a crank attached to it. As he did, the dough began to be forced out the bottom is long, thin strands. Every few cranks, the Buizel stopped and swiftly swung his arm against the noodles, cutting off a chunk with a single chop. He then proceeded to turn the crank some more till he had another set on long noodle strands to cut again. This was repeated till he had a mountain of noodles before him. Picking them up, he added them to the pot of boiling water. After that, he began cutting up meat and vegetables, tossing them over his shoulder and into the pot as Cyndaquil increased the heat, raising the pot higher with the sheer power of his flames.

“All set for liftoff,” the Buizel told Cyndaquil.

“Give me a countdown,” the Cyndaquil replied, getting himself mentally ready.
“Countdown? Liftoff?” asked Zaguri.

“I did say it was out of this world,” reminded the Buizel before he started the countdown. “T-minus five… four… three… two… one… liftoff!”

“CYN DA QUIL!!!” cried the Cyndaquil as his flames erupted and sent the pot of ramen so high it breached the clouds.

“But I wanted to eat that,” whimpered Zaguri seeing his meal leave the atmosphere.

“Just give us a second,” the Buizel said. “It’ll be right back.” Looking up, Zaguri did indeed see the pot was coming back down and fast. It was like a meteorite about to crash land and annihilate everyone in one ramen-based impact. Zaguri just stood there, mouth agape and saliva overflowing at what he saw, but everyone else around were either not paying it any mind or watching with anticipation like it was about time for Old Faithful to blow.

“A few steps to the right,” informed the Cyndaquil. “I used a bit too much power on one side so it veered a bit off course.”

“Gotcha,” nodded the Buizel as he moved over. Using his paws like a targeting reticle, he zeroed in on the pot and waited with intense concentration. As the pot grew closer, it filled up more space in the radius till that was all the Buizel could see. At the moment, the Buizel used Aqua Jet and flew straight upwards, meeting the pot head on. The fiery hot pot connected with the cool water and unleashed a hiss of steam that covered the sky below and hid both the Buizel and the pot from sight. Seconds later, the Buizel descended back to the ground, the cooled pot in paws. As he neared the ground, he used Water Gun to slow his descent and landed in a muddy puddle. In his paws, he held the ramen, perfectly intact. Zaguri was in awe, barely able to put into words what he had seen, but all around him, Pokemon were clapping and cheering.

“Nice work,” praised the Cyndaquil. “Perfect landing as usual.”

“Thanks,” smiled the Buizel. “That was easily the highest you’ve fired the ramen. Heh, might be getting too literal with our ramen being ‘out of this world.’”

“Guess I can try and restrain myself next time,” chuckled the Cyndaquil. “But it looks like you better give our customer his ramen before it gets cold.”

“Oh, right,” smiled the Buizel as he poured the ramen into a bowl and served it to Zaguri. “Here ya go. Have a taste.”

Looking at the bowl of ramen, Zaguri could still not believe it managed to reach him in one piece. It looked quite good and smelled as heavenly as the scent that had drawn him over. With chopsticks in paw, he snagged some of the noodles and brought them to his maw and right away he could taste a flavor he could only describe as “astronomical.” Trying some of the meat and veggies too, it was all amazingly flavorful. It was the best ramen he had ever tasted by a wide margin. Before he even realized it, he was downing the entire thing, chugging the contents in the bowl, the broth at the perfect temperature, not boiling hot and not cooled either.

“You guys really are something,” praised Zaguri as he gulped down the last of his ramen. “I wasn’t sure what to think when you guys sent my meal up to Rayquaza, but whatever you managed to do, this is amazing.”

“It’s more than food,” bragged the Buizel. “It’s art. The whole town practices the art of cooking and it is what makes the food here so legendary. If this is just your first stop, then you’re in for a lot more surprises with what else you might find.”

“I can’t wait,” drooled Zaguri as his mind raced with what other delicacies were waiting for him to eat them. He was so eager, he almost got up to get started, but held his bowl out and smiled big. “I can wait a little longer. More please!”

“Of course,” nodded the Cyndaquil as he filled Zaguri’s chugged-empty bowl back to the brim once more. “And plenty more where that came from.”

“Something I really love to hear,” he licked his chops and patted his belly, making it jiggle.


Any Pokemon that arrived at Bistroburg quickly found out just how good the food was. After the sensation of eating arguably the best food they would ever experience, the Pokemon would stuff themselves to bursting on anything and everything they could stomach. As a result, the unprepared Pokemon would gorge themselves silly at one or two restaurants and end up too overly filled to move for the rest of the day.

This was true for most visitors, but, for Zaguri, a Pokemon already well versed in stuffing himself, this was just another day. After three bowls of ramen, he waddled on his way elsewhere, following his nose till he came upon another tasty smell that lured him in and feasted on a hearty portion of food there before leaving to explore elsewhere. All the while he made sure not to overstuff himself at one place so he’d have room to sample the other delicacies the town had to offer. From ramen to gourmet pizza to a frozen wonderland of an ice cream parlor and more, there didn’t seem to be a limit on what kind of food was being made at any hour of the day. The Zigzagoon gobbled it all down into his already huge gut, making it stretch bigger with each course he finished.

“Zig! Zag! Ziggity! Zag!” he sang in the intermission of him waddling from one place to another as chipper as ever and as hungry too.

After a while, fullness finally did eventually settle in on him. Rubbing his gut, the Zigzagoon found a comfortable place to rest and digest in the middle of Leftovers Park. He recalled the warning the Scraggy had told him, but as it was still light out and the only other Pokemon there were getting belly rubs and relaxing, it seemed safe enough for him to do the same.

His zigzags looking even more straightened out than they had earlier. “So good,” he murred with bliss as he rubbed his paws on his belly admiring the massiveness of his gut. It was so big, and warm and plump. As he continued to rub, a yawn escaped his maw. “A little nap,” Zaguri decided. “And then I’ll find something new to eat.” Closing his eyes, Zaguri fell asleep.


Time passed as the Zigzagoon slept soundly, a lot more time than he had meant to sleep. The whole rest of the day flew by as he snored and the sun eventually began to dip into the horizon like a cookie into a glass of milk. The other Pokemon that had also been lazing about in the park had long since got up and found some more food to eat and gone home, leaving him all alone.

Finally yawning and stretching, Zaguri opened his eyes only to be greeted by darkness that was only offset only by the lit lamp posts. “Geeze, what time is it?” he wondered rubbing his eyes. When he saw the crescent moon he got his answer. “Oh, it’s night… it’s NIGHT!?!” Jumping up in shock, Zaguri’s blubber bounced and jiggled about. “Biggs did say that it was dangerous to be in the park at night. I have to get out of here before whatever it is that happens happens.”

Waddling as quietly as he could, he searched for the way out of the park, but being in a dark park he had never traversed before left Zaguri hopelessly lost and soon he found himself even deeper inside it. He came up to a hedge maze before he stopped.

“If I go in there I’d just get even more lost than I am now,” he figured. “Not that I could get any more lost at this point.”

“Alrighty, so which snacks do you want?” came a voice from within the hedge maze.

“So many tasty treats,” another commented. “How can I choose just one?”

“Hurry up so I can make my choice,” another cried impatiently. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

“Sounds like they are about to eat something,” pondered Zaguri before his belly gave a rumble. “Wonder if I can get something to eat too.”

Entering into the maze, it was small and easy to navigate his way. He could also see partially into the maze, allowing him to see the other Pokemon and more easily work his way over to them. As he reached the center, he peeked in, curious to see what kind of snacks they had before barging in. However, all he saw was a group of Pokemon, not an edible anywhere to be seen.

“Alright, I’ll take this one,” a sumorized Machoke said as he pointed at a Poliwag. He gave his gut a pat, showing how soft and doughy it was.

“Excellent choice,” grinned a Weavile that merely had a pot belly that hung a bit over his knees. He handed over the tadpole Pokemon, bound and unable to escape. Zaguri wasn’t sure what was going on, but as the Machoke opened his maw and stuffed the chubbified Pokemon into his maw, he quickly understood and his heart sank as the Poliwag slid down his throat and vanished into his belly. “Next!”

“I’ll take the Pikachu,” answered a pink-eyed Pikachu right away. Unlike every other Pokemon Zaguri had seen in this town, this Pikachu was normal-sized.

“But you are a Pikachu,” the Weavile pointed out. “Plus he’s bigger than you are.”

“I know,” smiled the Pikachu. “As he hefted up the blobby, yellow mouse. “He’s for a friend of mine. He loves gobbling up Pikachus a lot.”

“I recall hearing of a certain Pokemon going around in search of Pikachus,” noted the Weavile. “Guess it is hard to go around towns when you are so infamous, but if I can get a chance to see him I’d love to meet a vorer of his calibre.”

“Vore,” whimpered Zaguri. “This must be what Biggs had been warning me about. I better get out of here before they decide to do the same thing to me.” Attempting to slink away, he froze when his gut gurgled and drew everyone’s attention to him.

“Who’s there?” the Weavile called out and walked over to look. He spotted the Zigzagoon, his body shivering with fright. “Are you here to get a snack too? Better think about that long and hard before you answer.”

“Um… y-yes,” nodded Zaguri unable to think of any other way to save his hide.

“Then come on in and pick something out,” the Weavile waved him in. Zaguri could see he wasn’t convinced, but as for what else he was contemplating the overweight raccoon could only guess. As Zaguri entered the center of the hedge, the Pikachu carrying the other Pikachu took his leave. Looking around, Zaguri saw who else was there. There was the Weavile and the Machoke, as well as a Hippowdon-sized Hippoptas, a Gengar that cast an enormous shadow, and a Grovyle who had a bad case of Overgrowth. There were other Pokemon too, but they were the “snacks” that they had been talking about. Each was restrained and had the same fearful look that Zaguri had.

“Um, b-by snack,” whimpered Zaguri. “You mean to eat them, right?”

“Well, duh,” answered the Weavile. “But are you buying or just renting? I need to know before we can do business.”

“Buying? Renting?” asked Zaguri looking confused and that only made the Weavile and the others more suspect of him. “I’m, uh, new to all this. Can you please explain?”

“Guess I gotta,” he sighed. “Buying means taking one of these snacks for keeps, exactly what the Pikachu did.

“But in my case, I rented that Poliwag,” explained Machoke patting his gut. “I’ll return him when I come back here tomorrow.”

“Return him?” questioned Zaguri. “But he’s already in your belly. Wouldn’t he end up, ya know, digested by then?”

“That’s why we use these,” continued the Weavile as he held out a bottle of pills. “A single pill can fulfill one’s dietary needs for a day, keep us from needing food and prevent us from even digesting anything in our stomachs. It has all the nutritional value we require too. The only thing it doesn’t manage is our hunger, but that’s where our snacks come into play. We can vore them to feel full and they need not worry about being digested. Heh, provided they are rented and released before the time limit is up.”

“That’s neat,” admitted Zaguri as he was given one of the pills.

“Then give one a try and then pick a Pokemon to vore,” offered the Weavile, but the Zigzagoon still looked hesitant. “You’re clearly a mon that loves food. You came to Bistroburg, after all. I’m sure you heard that it has a reputation for having delicious food, but did you know about it’s dark history? About Marko?”

“Who is that?” wondered Zaguri truly becoming compelled the more he heard.

“A legend around these parts to some,” he continued. “A Smeargle with a voracious craving for Pokemon that few could match. Many vorers were inspired by him. This place probably wouldn’t even exist, the ‘Underground Restaurant’ as we have dubbed it. This place is known for having the best food and as a result, the tastiest Pokemon too.”

“Is that so?” muttered Zaguri, his hunger being stoked by the Weavile’s words. He was even starting to drool as he looked at the Pokemon awaiting their turn to be vored.

“Have a try and see for yourself,” suggested the Weavile as he gestured for Zaguri to swallow the pill he had in his paw. Looking between the Weavile, the pill and the Pokemon to be vored, Zaguri contemplated what he wanted to do. Bringing the pill to his muzzle, he gulped it down and smiled. Seeing the decision he made, the Weavile smiled too. “Good. Now we don’t gotta vore you to keep you from blabbing about us.”

“You were going to eat me?” questioned Zaguri upon hearing that admission.

“Moot point. Moot point,” he told him and turned his focus on the other Pokemon. “Now pick one out. First vore is on the house.”

Looking over the Pokemon he had to choose from, Zaguri scratched against his chin as he tried to decide. Having never had this kind of food before made deciding that much more difficult. There was an Abra that had been sound asleep the entire time, an Electrode that was attempting to fool everyone into thinking he was an upside down Pokeball, a Munchlax that was attempting to eat a Swirlix that was also up for being eaten, and a Spinda.

“Hmm,” pondered Zaguri. “So many to choose from, but I guess if I gotta choose one… how about you.” He plucked out the Spinda and quickly, he stuffed the Pokemon into his maw before he could change his mind.

“Well, how is it?” asked the Weavile. “Good, huh? Make sure you savor him before swallowing.”

“Um, alright,” he answered with a full maw. He did as he was told to savor the flavor of the Pokemon and found it to be surprisingly delicious, a lot more than he thought it’d be. “Actually, it’s very good. Different than anything I’ve ever had before in a good way. I think I really like it.” As he spoke his praises for the Spinda’s deliciousness, he inadvertently swallowed him down and froze after realizing what he had done. He had vored a Pokemon for the first time in his life.

“Heheh,” chuckled the Weavile as he saw the look on Zaguri’s face and walked over to rub his gut. “You liked the taste, but how about the actual voring? Did you like that?”

“I-I-I did,” nodded Zaguri as he recovered from the shock and smiled big. He patted his belly, feeling the Pokemon squirming around inside of him and licked his with delight. “Voring Pokemon is great. I wonder if different Pokemon have different flavors. Turning to the ones that were left, he grabbed the Swirlix next and stuffed her into his maw.

“Hey!” snapped the Weavile. “Only the first one was free. You have to pay to rent that one!”

“Hey!” cried the Munchlax. “I wanted to eat that tasty looking thing.”

“Mmmm, so good!” murred the delighted Zigzagoon as he licked the Swirlix all over for a bit before swallowing her into his belly too. “That one tasted very sweet. Who should I try next?” Zaguri turned to the Munchlax next and picked him up to vore him too. The look on all the other Pokemon’s eyes was one of complete fright. It was hardly common to see a Pokemon just starting to vore more than one Pokemon in such quick succession, but here they witnessed one gulp down his third like it was nothing.

“That’s quite enough!” an angry Weavile shouted at him. “You can’t eat my merchandise without paying for it!” Zaguri responded with a smile and picked him up. Instantly, the aggression faded from the Weavile’s face as he saw Zaguri open his maw. “H-Hey! I’m not an option to vore!” He cried and screamed, but he ended up in the big beast’s belly too.

“This one has a bit of a bitterness to his taste, but… mmmm… so very succulent too.”

“This guy just vored four Pokemon like it was nothing,” worried the Machoke as he slowly backed away. “I’m not sticking around to get eaten too.”

“No way! Me neither,” agreed the others and they quickly made tracks while Zaguri looked over the remaining snacks to be vored and took the Abra in arms next.

“I bet you will be a very tasty Pokemon too,” he drooled, really getting into this. The Abra continued to sleep soundly, completely unaware of what had been happening. With as much ease as the others, Zaguri ate him too. “Tastes like fast food, but even better,” drooled Zaguri, only getting more eager for more after getting stuffed with so many Pokemon. He looked at the remaining Pokemon and attempted to satisfy the new hunger growing within him. He gobbled them all down, finding their flavors were as unique as the Pokemon were. Despite being meant to fill him up quick, the Pokemon he consumed only stoked the hunger within him, making it stronger and crave to taste other Pokemon.

“So many different Pokemon out there,” he thought as he licked his chops. “So many new, exciting flavors. I wanna… I wanna try them all!”


After that night, Bistroburg began to experience a string of disappearances. Pokemon simply vanished without a trace and while the Pokemon engaging in vore were already well known in the town, the number of disappearances were unusually high even considering. When officials went to investigate the situation, they found several suspected vorers missing as well, including the Weavile in charge of the Underground Restaurant, but their search eventually did lead them to those who had managed to escape on that first night.

The vorers told them about Zaguri, the unstoppable vorer they had unintentionally created, and immediately the officers began to search for him. It seemed like a simple task to find such a hugely overweight Zigzagoon, but combing through every inch of the city turned up nothing in the day. However, in the night was worse.

Following his voice as he chanted, “Zig! Zag! Ziggity! Zag!” he was found, but to those who found him, they soon joined the ranks of the missing and by the end of the week, over thirty Pokemon had been vored. As a result, everyone in town became fearful to stay out past dark. This was truly the darkest time Bistroburg had ever experienced since Marko. To many, it was the second coming and possibly the end of Bistroburg if things didn’t change soon.

“Mr. Mayor,” Biggs said worriedly. “Something has to be done. We’ve lost so many officers that we might as well move the police station into the Zigzagoon’s stomach.”

“Jokes aside,” Kyte the Farfetch’d mayor replied as he nervously chomped on his leek. “You are very right. We lack the Pokemon power to subdue this menace with the force we have left. They are too terrified and the rest of the town won’t leave their homes unless it is absolutely necessary.”

“According to a recent census,” commented Biggs. “It seems that the overall weight of the townsfolk has diminished greatly in the last week. The Pokemon here are too afraid to eat when they might get eaten at a moment’s notice.”

“Even I haven’t felt very hungry as of late,” commented Kyte as he grabbed a piece of pie and stuffed his face. He then went on talking despite his words now sounding garbled. “Feels like I’ve already lost twenty pounds.”

“What was that?” asked Biggs unable to understand what he said.

Taking a big gulp, Kyte continued more clearly. “Uh, anyway, we need to take care of this problem before it gets any worse. The town hasn’t been this panicked since the incident with Marko, but I believe the solution to then can also be the solution to now as well.”

“What solution was that?” wondered Biggs.

“That’s right,” recalled Kyte as he munched on some cookies as he spoke. “You weren’t around here back then, but I hired a Pokemon Rescue Team to help with the Marko problem and they were able to straighten that blubberous Smeargle out. I believe they can do the same to this Zaguri fellow. That’s why I called for Team Unown.”

“Uh, were you saying something?” asked Biggs with a face full of spewed cookie crumbs.


A trio of Tauros pulled a wagon towards Bistroburg. In it was a group of Pokemon, a noticeably chubby Chespin, a Spinda with a broken compass around his neck, an Emolga, an Espurr and a Noctowl that was fast asleep. In the distance, they could see the town coming into view and while the Chespin and Spinda looked excited to see it, the Emolga and Espurr appeared reluctant. The Noctowl continued to snooze, a snot bubble swelling and shrinking on his beak.

“I can’t believe we’re back in Bistroburg after so long,” cheered Guts the Chespin. “Being back here brings back so many memories.”

“Good ones or bad ones?” shuddered Luna. “All I can remember is being trapped in a massive and dark belly.”

“And we’re here to deal with another case like last time,” commented Espurr. “It’s not ghosts, but it’s just as scary.”

“It wasn’t that scary,” stated Lucky. “We solved the mystery back then and had a lot of fun.”
“And lots of great food too,” drooled Guts as he patted his belly making it wobble some. “Just call me a Gulpin cause I’m ready to Swalot.”

“And I’m sure everyone will be happy to know your comedy hasn’t improved one lick since you were here,” commented Luna.

“Oh, come on. That was pretty funny joke,” laughed Lucky.

“Please stop encouraging him,” pleaded Seer.

“And we’ve arrived,” the lead Tauros announced as they came to the entrance to the town.
“Welcome to Bistroburg,” greeted Biggs as he waved to everyone. He had a whole pizza ready for them as per his usual greeting. “Are you the ones the mayor called?”

“That’s us,” nodded Guts as he picked up Holmes the Noctowl and helped him off the wagon. “So, we’re dealing with another Pokemon-voring Pokemon?”

“This time it’s a Zigzagoon,” he nodded and offered them slices. Guts and Lucky were happy to start nomming the pizza, but the others didn’t look interested.

“Mmm,” smiled Guts. “The food tastes even better than I remember.”

“Bistroburg is always attempting to improve the quality of the food here,” bragged Biggs.

“While the pizzary greeting is appreciated,” interrupted Luna. “How about we get briefed on the mission we came here for?”

“Oh, right,” replied Biggs. “Right this way. Mayor Kyte wanted to fill you in on it personally.


Led into the mayor’s office, Team Unown was given all the details about the Zigzagoon. Much of it had to be repeated at least once while the mayor was stuffing his face as he conversed. The briefing was made a lot easier once Seer grew fed up with the food-spewing mayor and levitated his confections out of reach.

“Those are mine,” he cried attempting to flap his wings to fly up after them, but his anchor of a gut kept his feet from ever leaving the ground.

“Focus, Mr. Mayor,” snapped Seer. “We’ll be at this till the crack of dawn and there will be even more victims by then.”

“Oh, right, of course,” he agreed. “Time is of the essence. Now, where was I?”

“You were just going on about… what was it now, Vore Street?” questioned Luna.

“Ah, right,” recalled Kyte. “Though not technically a street, it is the old tunnels in Leftovers Park that were made by some Onix ages ago. They haven’t been used much since the food craze started here, but we believe that the Zigzagoon known as Zaguri has been using them as a hideout during the day.”

“How big are the tunnels?” wondered Guts.

“Very big,” he answered. “And with the shifting terrain from so many fat Pokemon walking over them it is difficult to tell how much they can vary from one point in time and another. What’s worse is that some of the tunnels might even lead into town allowing him to snatch up any Pokemon who are unfortunate enough to cross paths with him.”

“Then we’d need tongues longer than Lickitungs to lick this vorer,” joked Guts, though his comedy fell flat on every save for Lucky.

“Heheh,” the Spinda chuckled and stuck out his tongue. “I don’t think my tongue is nearly that long.

“Ahem,” spoke Holmes as he opened his eyes to everyone’s surprise.

“Oh, you’re awake,” gasped Seer with a bit of surprise. “It is already nightfall?”

“Not yet,” Holmes yawned as he rubbed an eye with his wing. “But due to the seriousness of the situation, I cannot allow a little lack in beauty rest to delay us. We must move on this while we still have daylight.”

“Then we’re going in now?” asked Luna. “Who will be on offense and defense in this operation?”

“Given that there are too many variables and time is a huge factor,” he calculated. “I believe it best for us all to go on the offense to cover as much ground as possible.”

“Then you want us all,” gulped Luna shaking nervously. “It those… dark… tunnels.”

“It will be dangerous, but from what we’ve learned,” explained Holmes, knowing everything that had been discussed despite having been asleep for all of it. “Zaguri has been using anti-digestion pills so all his victims have been trapped inside him as ‘belly buddies.’ That is the only good news, but as to how long he has before he runs out of pills can only be guessed at. If he were to run out then there won’t be any chance to save any of them. We have to go in assuming he is out by now. No matter what, we have to stop him before tonight ends.”


Entering into Leftovers Park, the atmosphere was far different from what it had been a short while ago. Where tons of fat and full Pokemon lounged around there in between meals, it was now empty, the only traces remaining of anyone were the grooves the fatties left in the ground with their overweight bodies.

“This isn’t even us investigating some ghost or mysterious force,” commented Seer. “And it still gives me the creeps.”

“There is still a few hours left of daylight,” noted Luna. “Let’s find him quickly before it gets dark. Less chance of anyone getting eaten.”

“If it was that easy,” commented Holmes. “Then we wouldn’t be needed. Despite being a Zigzagoon he is proving to be quite formidable. We must prepare for the worst.” Holmes fluttered a distance and then landed on the ground. The others hurried over to him, but he held a wing out to halt them. They stopped just in time to see notice the massive hole in the ground.

“Is this one of the holes the Onix dug?” asked Guts as he and the others were overwhelmed by the size of it. “I know Onix are huge rock snake things, but this hole is massive!”

“It could have been dug out at some point after it was made,” suggested Seer.

“This tunnel is still new,” Holmes informed the others as he inspected the area. There is even piles of dirt all over here. I’d say it was made within the last twenty-four hours by our target.”

“But Zigzagoons can’t learn Dig, can they?” questioned Lucky. “The mayor didn’t mention anything about him being able to do it.”

“Perhaps he learned it from the Technical Machine,” suggested Seer.

“Then it makes sense why he’s been so hard to find,” figured Luna. “He isn’t just hiding in the tunnels, he’s making his own. It’d be easy for him to catch anyone off guard in there and be able to make his escape with ease as well.”

“Our job is all the more harder now,” stated Holmes. “But better to find this out now rather than later. Ok, it’s time to enter the underground. Luna, hand out the Light Stones.”

“Right,” she nodded, reaching into her pack and handed two to each member of the team. The stones were more like clear crystals and despite their names they weren’t producing any light at all.

“How do these work again?” asked Guts as he looked over the stones in his paws.

“Just break the stone and it’ll unleash the light of Flash I charged it with. It’ll only last about thirty minutes per stone so only use it when it is absolutely necessary and be careful cause it’ll take time for your eyes to adjust to the dark once it wears off. For now, save them till you feel you are in danger. If I’d have known we were going to have to deal with tunnels I’d have prepared more ahead of time.”

“This’ll be fine,” Guts assured her as he hopped into the tunnel and started to make his way in. He was barely out of sight before he broke one and lit up the tunnel. “You guys coming or what?” he called back to them.

“He just used one right from the getgo,” Luna sighed.

“It will be quicker for us if we at least have some light,” commented Holmes. “Everyone have their watches on, right?” He looked at the group and they all showed theirs on their arm. “Set it to go off at nightfall. We’ll likely have to split up. When they sound Seer, you will use your power to link our minds so we can communicate as we go to regroup. The danger will be greater for us then, too much so for us to be separated. But if we’re lucky we might be able to find Zaguri before any of this is even needed.”

“I hope so,” said Seer and the rest of the group made their way into the tunnel.


Unfortunately for them, luck was not on their side as their searching failed to turn up any trace of the vorer. Even after splitting up to cover more ground, they had no luck. Then all at once, an alarm sounded on the watches they had on their arms.

“It’s nightfall,” realized Seer. “Time to put everyone in contact.” Focusing her psychic powers, she searched the tunnels for the rest of the team. “Everyone, can you hear me?”

“I can hear you,” thought Holmes. “Everyone report in.”

“I’m here,” answered Lucky.

“Me too,” said Guts. “Heh, kinda funny hearing everyone’s voices in my head. I wonder if my jokes will be twice as funny if I tell them like this.”

“Two times zero is still zero,” said Seer rather than think it.

“I was just thinking,” Lucky brought up. “If Seer can use her powers to find all of us, why can’t she just do the same to find the Zigzagoon we’re looking for?”

“Yeah, couldn’t she?” wondered Guts.

“If it was that simply I’m sure he’d have been captured without us needing to get involved,” she answered. “Each mind has a unique wavelength and a psychic can’t do something like read a mind or connect minds like I’m doing now without being able to connect to those wavelengths. How adept they are at their psychic abilities can vary, but I get the feeling the most Psychic types use their abilities for here is to move food to their muzzles to eat. Admittedly, I need to at least be in contact with the Pokemon at least once to be able to connect with them from a distance. Understand?”

“What do you call cat glue?” asked Guts so lost from Seer’s explanation that he stopped paying attention. “Meowstic!”

“Heheh, that’s a good one,” laughed Lucky who had also stopped listening to Seer.

“I take personal offense to using my evolution in your so-called, ‘comedy,’” remarked Seer.

“Hmm,” pondered Holmes worriedly. “Luna still hasn’t reported in.”

“I thought I did connect everyone,” replied Seer as she closed her eyes and focused again. “Strange… I am connecting to everyone that’s down here that I can, but I can only sense the three of you. It’s like Luna isn’t here.”

“Did she leave the tunnels?” wondered Guts. “She’s never been a fan of the dark.”

“She wouldn’t leave while we’re in the middle of work,” stated Holmes. “And unlike the rest of us, she can light her way for as long as she wants. Something must have happened. Seer, is there any reason that you might not be able to connect with her?”

“If other Pokemon are around her,” answered Seer. “Then it is possible that they could distort her signal. I’m still getting use to this technique, but I think that could be the cause.”

“But we’re the only ones down here,” stated Lucky. “Who could be distorting the signal?”

“Zaguri,” replied Holmes to everyone’s fright. “And the mayor told us that he’s just been holding the Pokemon he’s vored in his belly. That should be more than enough block being able to communicate with her.”

“Then he has her,” worried Guts. “We have to go save her!”

“For now,” instructed Holmes. “We have to regroup. Everyone head for the surface asap. Seer, can you keep us in contact and remain alert for danger?”

“That’s simple enough,” she nodded. “If I sense even the slightest bit of hostility I’ll be alerted before he can get within a hundred feet of me.” Heading forward, Seer suddenly bumped into something. “Mmph! Strange, this should be the way I came from.”

“Seer? Is something wrong?” asked Holmes.

“Just a second,” she replied. “I think my sense of direction is a little off.” She extended her arms to feel around the walls. “I just bumped into something… furry?” Her voice cracked a little as she continued feeling around. “And wet…”

“Seer,” worried Lucky.

“Let me just use one of my Light Stones,” Seer said as she took one out. The others could read the tension she was feeling along with the words she was thinking.

“Seer!” shouted Guts, yelling and thinking it. “Don’t bother. Just turn and run! Seer!”

She didn’t listen and broke the stone, to illuminate the area. In front of her, she saw the front half of Zaguri, his body even bigger than the mayor had described. He was so fat that his zigzagged fur was just straight fluffy rings on his body. His was so huge now that his body was squished against the walls. Looking at Seer, he smiled and gave her a lick.

“Mmm,” he drooled. “You have a nice mixed taste of sweet and minty.”

“Uh, thanks,” replied Seer, not sure if she was being complimented. “B-But how did I not know you were there? How come I didn’t sense your desire to eat me?”

“I didn’t know if I wanted to,” he answered. “Now I know and I do.”

“Seer!” shouted Guts. “What are you doing? Run! Run while you can!” Seer didn’t answer, but he could hear her think a scream before she went silent. “Seer!”

“She was eaten!” Holmes told Lucky and Guts. “It’s likely the link will be cut between us. Just hurry up so we can regroup on the surf-” The connection was gone, but they all knew the orders and made their way to the surface.


The first to emerge from the underground was Holmes. He took to the sky right after and scanned the ground below for any sign of movement. “There should be several ways in and out of the tunnels,” he noted. “I have to find out where the others are before Zaguri finds them.”

Flying with all his might, he searched and soon enough spotted motion coming from a nearby hole. As he circled overhead, he saw that it was Lucky. The happy-go-lucky Spinda spotted Holmes up above and waved to him. “Hey there! Looks like we beat Guts out.”

“I just hope he hasn’t been eaten too,” replied Holmes. “I had figured that our whole team would be able to put a stop to this Zigzagoon and force him to release all the Pokemon he’s eaten, but, at this rate, we might have to resort to that new move you’ve been working on.”

“Oh… really?” Lucky replied with a lack of his typical enthusiasm. “You never let me use it in the field before.”

“Because it’s a power dangerous to friend and foe alike,” he reminded him. “A last resort that I hope we can avoid if we can find Guts and defeat Zaguri just the three of us.”

“Heya guys!” called Guts as he waddled his way over to Lucky. “Looks like we all made it out.”

“It’s Guts!” cheered Lucky jumping for joy upon seeing his friend. “He made it out too!”

“At least things seem to be getting a bit better for us,” sighed Holmes. “But, this begs the questions, where is Zaguri?” Pondering this, Holmes spotted something coming out of the hole that Lucky had come out of.

“Zig! Zag! Ziggity! Zag!” chanted the big behemoth. It was Zaguri, rising up like a Sharpedo ready to chomp down on its prey.

“No!” cried Holmes as he dived down at full speed towards Lucky. “Lucky, watch out!”

“Watch what?” he asked and turned around to see Zaguri. “Hey there. Are you going to eat me too?”

“I don’t need to,” he answered as he pulled his whole body out of the hole. “I already tasted a Spinda before. However, I haven’t had a Noctowl before.”

“A Noctowl?” questioned Lucky before turning back to see Holmes swooping down to save him, coming in too fast to stop or get out of the way. “Oh! Homes! Don’t come over here!”

“Hmm?” pondered Holmes, not sure why Lucky had started to jump and shout out to him. Zaguri leapt over Lucky and wobbled with surprising speed at the night bird Pokemon. He had his mouth wide open and his taste buds at the ready. There was no time for anyone to react. Guts and Lucky could only watch as Zaguri chomped his jaws shut and got his chance at eating a Noctowl whole.

“Mmm,” he smiled happily and rubbed his cheeks. “Takes like smoked turkey with all the trimmings. Very yummy!” After a couple of minutes savoring his unique taste, while Lucky and Guts were too stunned to even move, he finally swallowed him down to add to his collection of vored Pokemon. “Heheh, hope he doesn’t make me sleepy. I still got one more Pokemon to taste tonight and I suppose the first Spinda was tasty enough to sample a second one.”

“G-Guts,” cried Lucky nervously. “What do we do now? Sh-should I use my new move?”

“I think now would be a good time,” nodded Guts as he backed off while Zaguri approached him, licking his chops, he eyed the plump Grass Type hungrily.

“I wonder what you’ll taste like,” drooled Zaguri.

“Probably terrible,” he replied. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to leave in the most adorable way possible.”

“What?” questioned Zaguri.

“I have to Exeggcute,” Guts replied and started to run.

Zaguri just stood there confused for a moment, but when he realized his meal was getting away, he chased after him. “Get in my belly!!!” he roared and chased him down with the speed of a fatty at a buffet.

“How can something so big move so fast?” cried Guts as he tried to pick up the pace.

“I haven’t let a Pokemon get away from me and I’m not letting another potentially tasty morsel get away now,” answered Zaguri.

“Sounds like you’re on a Roggenrola,” joked the Chespin, but that comment only made Zaguri run faster. Taking a sharp turn, Guts managed to run past Zaguri, just out of reach of his maw and back to Lucky. Zaguri attempted to turn around and give chase, but his larger size forced him to take longer to turn around and let Guts put a bit of distance between them.

“You ready to show him your stuff?” panted Guts. After running for his life, he looked exhausted.

“I, uh, can’t do it,” Lucky admitted embarrassingly.

“You forgot how to do it?” cried Guts as Zaguri was closing in on them. “But Holmes spent all that time helping you learn it.”

“I know what do it,” explained Spinda looking red in the face. “It’s just… very embarrassing… to do alone.”

“N-N-N-No…” replied Guts lying very badly. “It’s not… that bad.”

“Would you do it with me then?” asked Spinda. “Please?”

“I have the choice of doing THAT or running till I get eaten,” stated Guts as he weighed his options. Zaguri was already closing in on them and looked ready to gobble them both up at once. “Ok, let’s get this over with.”

“Hooray!” cheered Lucky as they both held their arms to the side. They started off by wiggling their arms while standing on their foot on the opposite side. They then swung their arms around and hopped onto the other foot and continued to wiggle their arms.

“Teeter dance is so awkward,” cried Guts too embarrassed to keep his eyes open. “Is it working?”

“I don’t know,” answered Lucky. “I’m not looking.”

“Me neither,” admitted Guts. “Well, guess if we don’t get eaten we’ll know.”

Zaguri was almost on top of them, ready to nom them up when his body suddenly stopped moving towards them. “What the?” Zaguri found himself standing up on his hind legs and without any control over his body he began to dance like them. His entire obese body bounced and jiggled with each movement he made. As he hopped from one foot to another he shook the ground. However, the Teeter Dance wasn’t just affecting Zaguri, but all the Pokemon he had in his belly too. Their combined dancing was worse than any heartburn he could imagine. Starting to look sick, Zaguri wanted to lay down, but he couldn’t while under the influence of dance.

“Oh,” he whimpered. “My poor stomach.”

“I think we got him,” said Guts opening an eye to see the dancing Pokemon. “We did! We got him!”

“Can we stop dancing then?” asked Lucky as he looked too.

“Not yet,” Guts told him. “Zaguri, we were brought here to save all the Pokemon you vored.”

“You mean my belly buds?” he groaned. “But they were so tasty. I love eating tasty things and I just wanted to see how yummy all Pokemon are.”

“Be that as it may, you can’t just keep all those Pokemon in your belly,” Guts explained. “Now, let them go or your indigestion will be legendary.”

“Oh,” he groaned sickly, his facing turning pale. “Alright, you win. Just stop this dancing. It’s much too silly.”

“Agreed,” Guts and Lucky nodded.


“I think that should be everyone,” stated Mayor Kyte while he mumbled with a mawful of cake so nobody could understand him.

“I think he said everyone is accounted for,” Biggs assumed.

“Then you are free to go now,” Holmes told Zaguri. “Since you only held everyone in your belly we’ll let you off with a warning this time, but stick to regular food from now on.”

“Ok,” he nodded and rubbed his belly. It still ached too much for him to stomach much of anything for a while “Sorry for all the trouble I caused. Sometimes my appetite gets a little out of control.”

“Well, if you do try something like this again we’ll have Guts and Lucky dance for you some,” snickered Luna. Just thinking about that made Zaguri shudder and his gut groan.

“Do you have to bring that up?” groaned Guts not liking it any more than Zaguri did. “It’s not like we had wanted to do it if we had a choice.”

“Maybe you can show us your little dance,” replied Seer with a smirk. “You might get a laugh from us then.”

“Not my kind of comedy,” huffed Guts as he crossed his arms.

“Well, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome here,” commented Zaguri. “Might be about time for me to head out to somewhere new.”

“Just remember what we talked about,” Holmes reminded him. “And if you cause any more trouble we’ll be after you all over again.”

“I’ll behave,” he answered with a smile.

“And take care,” waved Lucky happily.

“Thanks, I will,” he smiled and waddled his way out of Bistroburg. He chanted his usual words to help lift his spirits. “Zig! Zag! Ziggity! Zag!” When he was far enough away, he pulled out a notebook and flipped through the pages. In it, he had a list of every single Pokemon written down. A number of the Pokemon listed in it were crossed out, the ones he had already vored. “Still got a long way to go,” he drooled seeing he had only vored a handful out of hundreds of Pokemon. “I wonder who I should vore next.” Putting his notebook back, he continued on his way. “Zig! Zag! Ziggity! Zag!”