Paw-rubs

The Simipour glanced up at the skies, sighing softly as he watched the blue horizon stretch out to the distance, not a single cloud anywhere in sight, only the sun mercilessly basking down from high. During most days, the sight would have brought the blue and tan Pokemon much joy, the weather being perfect for strolling over to the beach and relaxing under the shade in between dips in the refreshing water, but unfortunately for him, as well as the rest of the team, there wasn't time for any of that today. He knew that instead of enjoying the scorching heat on the beach, he'd be trekking across the untamed lands in search of who knows what, hunting bounties and chasing treasures to keep food on the table. He sat down on a small stump, already feeling sweat soaking into his thick fur as he tried to enjoy the last little bit of relaxation before the task ahead, his paws shuffling against the dusty ground, his pink pawpads occasionally peeking out from under the beige hair as he hummed and swung his feet. Only a few steps from the Simipour stood another member of the team, fair bit bigger than the other male, the Thwackey's face stuck in a scowl as he groaned in annoyance, kicking a rock back and forth between his feet, eventually using his rather agile toes to grab the pebble and throw it into a nearby bush, the cocksure monkey much less afraid of showing his displeasure than his teammate, 
"It's always with these stupid little odd jobs with her, when are we gonna start making some real money! I'm gettin' tired of having to work my flank off in this sorta heat just for some crumbs, most of which she takes for herself in the end anyway!" 
The Simipour attempted to calm the situation down, speaking in a gentle tone, his voice rather effeminate, 
"The jobs we're doing pay just fine, and they're all very important for the safety of the entire community. Besides, she doesn't just 'take most of the money' for herself, her cut is just the same as ours. The final quarter of the payments goes towards all of the expenses, such as all of those healing potions that you keep having to use when you charge in without thinking first."
The gruff male huffed and turned away, the team's leader stepping into view only a moment later, a female Monferno smiling and holding up a piece of paper, 
"Good news, I managed to snatch us the prime mission of the day! Pays well, and it should be an easy one. Just need to catch and deliver some outlaw, she was last spotted a bit north of here. Gather up your gear, and let's go!"

After quickly packing up their bags, the trio of adventurers departed from the town, heading into the wilderness at a brisk pace to make it to their destination before sundown, not wanting to be caught by either their target or by the feral Pokemon in the dark. The idyllic and peaceful forest that surrounded the village quickly changed into a much more unpleasant swamp as the group marched onwards, their movement slowed down by a fair amount because of the tougher terrain. The Monferno was visibly winded by the heat and the constant onslaught of wild Pokemon that harassed her team, though she kept steadily pushing forward with a fearless look on her face to inspire the other two, the slimy mud squishing underneath her feet and squeezing between her toes with every step. The Thwackey was having similar problems likewise, layers of the sticky gunk caking onto his feet as he tried wading through the swamp, growling angrily and using his impressive strength to yank his legs free from the pull of the mud, 
"Gah, I can't deal with this anymore! I don't wanna be stuck in this damned place for a single second longer!" 
He stomped his feet in fury, jumping up and down and splashing the thick mud all over himself in the process, his light green fur quickly stained an earthy shade of brown. 
The Simipour had already resigned to the fact that his paws wouldn't be able to get through that day's mission without being constantly covered in grime, but he still found the feel of the sludge painting his feet brown rather unpalatable. In addition to just the mud making things messy for him, the shade offered by the swamp's vegetation only helped with the summer heat by a slight amount, and in return the group had to deal with the increased moisture in the air, the humidity making all three of them sweat like they were stuck in a sauna. Even as a fire type Pokemon, the Monferno was soaked in her own sweat after battling through a dozen different wild Pokemon that had attacked the group after a few hours of walking, the promise of a nice and cool bath back at home starting to motivate her even more than the money offered by the bounty. 

After a day's worth of trudging through the moist swamplands, after many battles and a few short breaks, the trio of adventurers finally came across a small set of ruins, the stone rubble and half-standing walls of a few buildings scattered throughout a clearing in the brush, the smouldering remains of a campfire and a tent still sitting near the centre of the remains. The three all glanced at each other silently, huddling down behind some bushes and getting ready for a fight, knowing that this had to be their quarry's campsite. The Monferno smirked to herself, steadying her breath as she led the other two towards the tent, sneaking slowly, her eyes focused on the entrance as she was already planning out the remainder of the journey, plotting to quickly handle the outlaw before setting up shop in the same spot and rest before heading back to town the following day. In her confident hurry to wrap up the bounty, the leader didn't notice the stealthy set of eyes watching the party sneak towards their destination, only a barely audible rustling of some bushes to give away the spectator. The Monferno waved for the muscle of the group to get ready to charge into the tent, the Simipour swiftly stepping behind it in case their prey would try to cut through the canvas and escape out that way, everyone getting into their positions before she whistled to set off the ambush. The Thwackey charged inside, expecting a battle but getting nothing except a handful of pillows and blankets instead, his roaring battle cry slowly dying off as he stared at the empty interior in confusion,
"Uhh… she's… not here?" 
"Of course I'm not there, that'd be silly."
The three adventurers all looked at the source of the sudden call, seeing a female Spinda calmly walking over to the smouldering campfire, stoking the embers with a stick. She seemed to be paying close to no attention to the team sent to apprehend her, staring off into thin air as she prodded and played with the coals, 
"You've got some very nice feet as well. So soft and supple, perfect playthings~" 
The group's leader was taken back slightly, quickly shaking off the confusion and stepping forwards, clearing her throat,
"We're here to take you back, and we can do it the easy way or the hard way! I recommend that you choose the eas-" 
The Monferno was cut off as the outlaw suddenly turned her head towards the trio, a devilish grin appearing on her muzzle, her eyes transforming into a dazzling display of colours and shapes, 
"No you're not~" 
Unable to pry their stares away from the bandit's hypnotic gaze, the three Pokemon stood still in a daze, moaning and huffing softly, swaying from side to side, losing all focus on the world around them. The Spinda slowly stood up, approaching the victims she had hypnotised, 
"Don't even need to go out to look for more suckers anymore, they're just coming to me nowadays~" 
She giggled as she snapped her fingers, the three adventures all falling over onto the ground in unison, put into a deep slumber. 

The Spinda waltzed over to her newest set of victims, humming quietly as she quickly examined the trio, looking them over from head to toe, paying particular attention to their feet, her eyes glimmering with a mischievous hunger. The outlaw didn't simply ambush travellers just for their money, though she certainly didn't mind the constant flow of coin to keep her belly topped up, she also used the people that had fallen prey to her hypnotism to indulge her more unusual desires. She knelt down beside the Monferno, moaning under her breath as she gently ran her hand along the belly of the bounty hunter, 
"You wanted to take me in just for a little bit of money, huh? Oh well, no hard feelings~" 
Giggling, she continued letting her hand trail downwards, softly brushing the stained fur until she finally arrived at the leader's feet. Leaning down until her belly pressed against the muddy ground, she gingerly caressed the soles of the Pokemon, holding the pair of feet as if they were valuable gems, her eyes wide open and a drop of drool running down her chin. She grabbed one of the feet with both hands, very gingerly pressing her thumbs into the bottom of it, massaging and kneading the whole length of it, starting right under the three toes and working her way down to the heel, her fingers drawing paths through the thick layers of mud built up. Some of the filth had already half dried and crusted over while other layers were still fresh and damp, dribbling down and falling off in clumps as the Spinda held up the foot. Her stubby tail was quivering with excitement, her fur poofing up as she huffed, the touching enough to get her heart beating hard. She interlocked her fingers with the three toes, pressing her palm against the sole, feeling the sludge compressing and squeezing out as she shivered gently, a spark of pleasure jolting right down between her thighs. 

The outlaw looked next to the knocked out Monferno, her thirsty gaze running over the other two helpless Pokemon, the thrill of her buffet only having gotten started making her smirk. She slowly set down the leader's feet, focusing her attention on the supple Simipour, crawling over to him on her knees, looming over the feminine male, 
"Oh, you're a very cute little one, downright adorable, aren't you~? Such well groomed legs and feet as well, it's a real shame how dirty you've managed to get them while coming after me. How about I help you out with that~?" 
Laughing, she rolled on top of him, her legs resting on his hips as she grabbed onto his ankles, savouring the look of his soaked and stained paws, the fresh smell of earth and the musk of a day's worth of sweat tingling her nose as she pushed her face closer to the pair. She took a moment to savour the scents, closing her eyes and sniffing deep before finally moving onto the main course that she had been waiting so long for, gently bending one of the feet upwards so that she could press her muzzle right against the pawpad, burying her maw into the muddy mess. Hunched over the young man's legs, the Spinda licked the grimy soles of his feet, moaning in between mouthfuls of soil as he worked on getting the pair clean, giving them a proper spit shine as she dug her tongue into the small nooks and crannies of his pawpads, making sure to get and swallow down every last little bit of mud. She lapped at his toes, closing her eyes and sinking them into her maw, suckling on them as her tongue slithered between the toes, the acrid taste of the slimy dirt and his sweat coating her mouth entirely. She could hear the Simipour moaning and puffing softly in his sleep, slowly wriggling under her, seemingly very ticklish. Even when under a deep hypnosis, her treatment was still having an effect on him, the outlaw giggling as she felt something starting to poke out from his sheath, prodding her thighs as she continued diligently cleaning his paws. 

The Spinda pulled her muddy muzzle away from the Simipour's legs, licking her chops and swallowing down the last little bit of grime still clinging to her teeth, hopping over to the final member of the team, the Thwackey's face still frozen in an angry grimace even when exploring his dreams,
"You're such a little grump, maybe a little massage might lighten up your mood finally~?" 
She wanted to give her own feet some love before the trio would wake up from her hypnosis, deciding to kill two birds with one stone, panting in a fervour as she sat down right in front of him, their legs facing each other. She pressed one of her feet against his, their soles smushing together while the outlaw interlocked their toes, shivering and moaning as she wriggled them around. The Spinda quickly repeated the process with her other foot, the pair's paws grasping each other, tickling and massaging one another. She leaned her head back and let out an airy gasp, her cheeks red and her eyes nearly crossed from pleasure, her loins growing more and more heated as she fondled the brute's feet with her own, the mud squeezing between their toes. Squealing in delight, she squirmed around on the sludgy ground, flexing her toes and working in the mud bath that she was giving the male. Lost in a frenzy of lust, she quickly released the Thwackey's feet and scrambled to flip around, grabbing the pair and squishing her face against the soft soles, rubbing them against her cheeks as she felt lightheaded from the strong musk emanating from them, letting the muck ooze down her chin and onto her chest as she pressed her lips onto his feet, passionately kissing them all over as if she was their lover, making good use of her tongue to meticulously bathe the stinking pair. 

Feeling the Thwackey starting to stir and groan slightly as she sandwiched her muzzle between his pawpads, the outlaw knew that her hypnotism would be wearing off shortly, sighing quietly as she pried herself off of the delicious feet, wishing she had some more time to spend and feed her perverted tastes. She still had a lot to do at the campsite however, so her lust would need to wait for another day and another group of hapless bounty hunters. She clambered up, brushing off the worst of the mud that clang to her fur as she slowly walked over to her tent, folding and packing it up neatly. She tucked the rolled up tent on top of her backpack before approaching the sleeping adventurers once more, going through each of their packs and stealing anything shiny that she could get her hands on, chuckling as she spotted the bounty flier with her own face on it, 
"Really, they weren't gonna pay you any more than that for me? I believe I should be very insulted~" 
With all of the team's valuables and loose money securely stashed in her backpack, the Spinda threw it over her shoulder and began heading towards the edge of the swamp, preferring to be far away from her victims by the time that they woke up. She gave the trio's paws one last glance before disappearing into the thick brush surrounding the clearing, smirking and licking her lips, hoping that the three might be sent after her once again sometime soon so that she could finish up her business with them.