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Enjoy. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The conclusion of the sexual adventures through a pokemon trainer's party. Enjoy. ", "writing": "[center]A Trainer is Trained: Part Three\n\nBy\n\nDraconicon[/center]\n\nPete panted for breath, swallowing again and again to wash the taste of piss out of his mouth. Blaziken had left quite a bit in his mouth, after all, so it wasn’t easy to wash away. Yes, the liquid was gone, but the actual aftertaste refused to fade away from his mouth, sticking to his tongue no matter how much saliva slipped across it.\n\nAs he continued to sputter and spit, the human trainer looked at his Pokémon. Blaziken smirked softly at him as she stood with the others that had enjoyed his body so far, stretching out her arms and legs. Her feet were planted right in a mud puddle, and he had no doubt that she had intentionally picked that particular spot. It was just about the only muddy area in the entire clearing, and from the way that she wiggled her saliva slick feet into the puddle, she probably was thinking she would get him to clean them off again later, when they were back at his cabin or somewhere. Thing was, he probably would do just that for her, if she wanted him to. In fact, even if there wasn’t the matter of blackmail over his head, he would do what they said. The foot licking hadn’t been that bad…Well, in some cases it had, but overall it hadn’t been.\n\nThe rest of the Pokémon standing with Blaziken – Mewtwo, Golduck, and Alakazam – all seemed to have that same smirk, but theirs were tempered towards compassion and affection a little bit, as well. It wasn’t just a smirk of pleasure. Considering how powerful Blaziken was, and how much he used her in battle, he hoped that she would gradually look at him that way again, too. Disrespect for a trainer could get a lot of battles lost.\n\nThat would wait for later, however. Pete turned his head towards the rest of his Pokémon, the last two that he needed to appease before this nightmare was over. Medicham and Mr. Mime stared at him hungrily, and both of them were rubbing against the shoes that they wore. Well, Mr. Mime was rubbing against his shoes, while Medicham was rubbing against what could have been a shoe or a foot. That had never been particularly clear for him, but Pete was sure that he was going to get that confusion cleared up pretty darn quickly.\n\nNot for the first time, he realized just how many psychic Pokémon he’d surrounded himself with. Not even including Mewtwo – she was a legendary first and a psychic second, after all – he had three of them on his team, four if you counted Golduck’s occasional psychic tendencies left over from the Psyduck days. He was never sure why the psychic types tended to dominate his team, but they did. \n\nActually, now that he was really thinking about it, it was a surprise that something like this hadn’t happened before. With an Alakazam, a Mr. Mime, and a Medicham, there should have been some inkling from his Pokémon that their trainer was a little bit odd, a little bit different. Had they all been too nice to mention something like that, or had they just attributed it to random human strangeness? It was a bit of a mystery, that was for sure, and he didn’t dare ask them for the answer.\n\nWell, whatever the reason was, he would have to find the answer later. Still sputtering from the taste of piss in his mouth, Pete reached for his belt, thinking that he had brought a water bottle with him the way that he did whenever he had gone out of the house on a training trip. As his fingers brushed across his bare hip, he blushed; embarrassed for forgetting that he was naked. Forgetting something that was that obvious was just ridiculous, and he was sure that his Pokémon would have laughed at him if they understood why he was blushing. Shaking his head, he turned to Mewtwo. “Do you think I could have a drink of water or something? I mean, I don’t know how close we might be to a river or something, and I really need something to drink.”\n\nThe psychic type looked at him with a bit of a smile, and flicked her fingers towards something in the distance. It was far enough away that he couldn’t see it through the trees, but it couldn’t have been that far from the clearing, considering how fast a water canteen appeared in the legendary Pokémon’s hand. She floated the canteen around her head as she turned her gaze back to him. “The trainers that have this canteen won’t be far behind. From what I can sense from them, they’re only about ten minutes away from this little clearing, and that’s if they take a few wrong turns to get here,” she explained with a smile. “You’ll get a drink of water, but you’re going to have to do it in a different kind of way.”\n\nMewtwo tossed the canteen over to Mr. Mime, who smiled as she caught it and held it in hand. Pete watched with a sinking heart as his Pokémon took off one of its shoes and poured the water from the canteen inside of it. Even from the distance of about ten feet, he could see some fume swirls rising from the shoe. Who knew how long it had been worn, or if it had ever been taken off, for that matter? The outside might have gotten a little bit of a wash off from time to time when Mr. Mime had fallen into the water, but the rest of it hadn’t been cleaned…ever. All the sweat and funk and gunk that took up space inside of the Pokémon’s shoe must be mixing with the water as he watched, polluting and contaminating it with the musky, salty, pungent smell. The taste would likely be something far worse than the piss aftertaste that stuck to his tongue, and his first instinct was to just deal with the taste that was left in his mouth.\n\nHowever, he was smart enough to not let that go beyond an instinctive thought now. Just as he was going along with the Mewtwo’s blackmail, he was also being trained himself. If he could obey this order – which it undoubtedly would become if he hesitated – then he would be that much closer to being done with all this nonsense. Besides, if there were trainers coming along, then he would need to do this without complaining. There wasn’t time for that.\n\n“Thank you,” he said as sincerely as he could before walking to his Mr. Mime. Taking the offered shoe in hand, he looked down at the black hole that one’s foot generally slipped into. He wasn’t even breathing through his nose, yet he could feel the fumes that were coming off of the water inside. It wouldn’t be cold anymore, he could already tell that, and if it even tasted like water at all, he would count himself lucky. The shoe felt warm against his hands, still soaked with the body heat from the Pokémon, and he gagged at the thought of drinking that warm, doubtlessly sludgy water out of the boots.\n\nDespite his reticence, he knew that it was a requirement, nothing less, that he empty it. If he didn’t, then Mewtwo would go through with her blackmail. She might have been starting to like him, but he had no doubt that she would go through with her threat if he didn’t go through with his side of the deal she’d offered. Total obedience.\n\n“Well…bottoms up,” Pete muttered, more to encourage himself and say something than out of any real reason. Shaking his head a few times, the human leaned his head back and brought the shoe to his lips. Gagging at the strong smell of foot funk and the heady odor of musk, sweat, and other things that he didn’t even want to consider, he tilted the shoe back and forced the water into his mouth.\n\nImmediately he wanted to vomit, wanted to throw the shoe away and just spit out anything that had slipped past his lips. Only the need to keep from failing in his task and losing his Pokémon license kept him from doing that, and even that was almost not enough. He knew that the taste would be bad, but this was beyond terrible.\n\nLeaning forward enough to let the water stop flowing, Pete forced himself to swallow the mouthful he’d taken. The thick, almost semi-solid mass of water slipped down his throat, and only a rapid series of gulps and swallows kept it from sliding back up. His stomach protested heartily to the new stuff that had entered it, but he forced it down. He was the boss, and his stomach would listen to him, whether it liked it or not. It most certainly didn’t, but at least it listened. \n\nGrunting softly to himself, Pete looked over the shoe at Mr. Mime. The Pokémon was on the verge of giggling, arms wrapped around her stomach as she watched him. He realized that it was probably funny, and that he had made a most ridiculous face when he tasted the stuff – he wouldn’t deign to call this putrid mess water – but he still felt a little bit of anger from being mocked like that. “How long has it been since you’ve cleaned this thing?” he asked, unable to help asking. \n\nMr. Mime smiled, and Mewtwo chortled, translating. “Not since she was captured.”\n\n“I should have guessed something like that,” Pete said with a shake of his head. He looked down on the ground, seeing that the canteen was down there. Giving it a little nudge with his foot, he listened for any sound that would have meant that there was some water left inside, something that he could use after this to wash the taste out of his mouth. Sadly, there wasn’t as much as the slightest swish or slosh. All the water must have been poured into this one shoe.\n\nEven that wouldn’t have been quite so bad if the shoe had been a smaller size. If Pete had been given a show that was maybe a size 8, or even a size 9, the whole thing would have been quick, done with in a series of rapid gulps. Probably would have sent his stomach into paroxysms of discomfort, but it would have been done. Instead, he had been handed a shoe that was easily a size 14, if not larger. These were the shoes that people called clown shoes, and laughed at the big feet that had to fill them. Completely full with sweaty, gunky water to the point that he could see it sloshing back and forth in the hole on top, it would be like drinking a triple large soda bottle. Had the taste been delicious, he still wasn’t sure that he could force that much down into his belly without having it burst from discomfort.\n\nPete looked over at Mewtwo again, hoping for even the smallest reprieve, or maybe for a lessening of the task. He gestured to the shoe wordlessly, and shook his head. \n\nMaybe luck was looking out for him a little bit after all, because the Pokémon actually sighed and reached out with a dainty hand. The shoe turned back a little bit, some of the water sloshing out of it and onto the forest ground below. A little bit more than half of it was left behind, but that was a great deal better than what he would have had to deal with otherwise. He didn’t even care that some of the water had soaked his feet and left them standing in a small puddle of developing mud. If it meant that he didn’t have to drink the whole thing, he’d shower in the smelly stuff. Besides, when he got home, he could clean himself off, and in the short term, better to smell of the stuff than have to drink the whole thing.\n\nIt was with some reluctance that he turned back to the shoe, however. Even with the amount of water that had been poured out, there was still a fair bit left in the shoe, and now that some of the water was gone, Pete would bet that the remaining stuff would be more like a pudding in consistency and texture instead of a soda. Maybe a syrup might be the better way to describe it. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure that the Mewtwo had been so nice to him after all.\n\nStill, he had to do this; and there was no way to stall any longer. Taking a deep breath in preparation, Pete closed his eyes and tilted the shoe back, holding his lips at the edge of the opening. \n\nFor a moment, he wondered where the liquid inside had gone. Nothing came down to meet his lips, and he momentarily thought that he would be free from this task. Then he felt the reason why it hadn’t come down immediately, and almost gagged into the shoe. Rather than a liquid, or a soup, or something like that he could drink down quickly, the water was thickened to the point of being a syrup, like the chocolate stuff that one squeezed out of a bottle onto a bowl of ice cream. Instead of good tasting goo, however, this stuff was a rancid, sweaty, musky drizzle of a mess, and it dropped down with wet plops onto his lips, oozing rather than flowing.\n\nHe opened his mouth to let the first glop of the stuff slide in, and he winced at the way that it stuck to his tongue. No matter how hard he swallowed, it barely moved back in his mouth, refusing to move without something else in his mouth. In desperation, he pulled another glob into his mouth as it fell onto his lips. The taste of sweat and foot funk doubled, but the larger mass moved back faster, was more responsive to his desperate swallowing.\n\nThe taste was similar to the sweat and stuff that he had licked off of the other Pokémon’s feet, the salty sweat and the bitter-sweet musk that he’d been forced to clean away, but this was somehow stronger. It was older, for one, and the water had swirled it all together. The water that had been poured out must have been the stuff on the surface that hadn’t gotten dissolved into the mixture yet, while the stuff that he was swallowing now was the almost pure stuff. Probably years old, or something, the thought of which made him groan and almost forced his stomach to empty right then and there.\n\nHe held back, though he wasn’t sure how. Knowing that he had to force the goo down and make sure that there was nothing left in the shoes, he took a deep breath and took to the task with a vengeance.\n\nIt didn’t hurt that he was starting to hear louder and closer footsteps to the clearing as well. It must have been the trainers that Mewtwo had taken the canteen from, wanting to find out where it had gone. If they found him here, if they saw him naked, surrounded by Pokémon, and drinking goo out of the shoes of one of his team members, then there was no telling what would happen. Embarrassment would be the least of it, that was the only thing for sure.\n\nSitting down and crossing his legs, Pete tried to take greater and greater levels of the goo into his mouth. He wanted to swallow this all down now and have it over with, but the syrupy gunk that coated the inside of the shoe was hesitant to come out into the open, almost like it knew that it was going to be swallowed and removed. The taste coating his tongue so that he couldn’t taste anything else, even Blaziken’ spiss – which tasted like heaven compared to this – Pete forced himself to reach a hand into the shoe, scooping out as much as he could.\n\nWhen he pulled his hand free and held it in front of his eyes, he froze. The goo was almost black from all the stuff that it had cleaned out from inside of the Pokémon’s shoe, and there was still more waiting for him inside. At least two more handfuls, two more handfuls that would be equivalent to two medium mouthfuls of the stuff. “I really…really shouldn’t have looked,” Pete muttered to himself.\n\nIn spite of his disgust, he slowly lowered his head down to his hand, pressing his lips to the goo and sucking it into his mouth. He forced himself to completely fill his mouth with the stuff so that he couldn’t swish it around and started to swallow it down. It was like slick, filthy jello now, contaminated with all sorts of old foot things. There was probably some toe jam and cheese in there too, now that he thought about it. Gagging around the large chunk in his mouth, he forced himself to continue swallowing.\n\nHis throat bulged every time a little bit went down as his muscles struggled to make it go down. His entire body wanted to reject the substance, but he made it go down. Pete knew that he was going to be sick after this, but he had to do this. Had to.\n\nThe handful he had finally went down his throat, and he shoved his hand back into the shoe. It was like reaching down into swampy bog water, the strands of the goop inside sticking to his hand, stretching until the stuff snapped like taffy, or a rubber band, though without the sting from such a snap. Making sure that he didn’t look at the load that he had on his hand, he started slurping it away, sucking it down into his throat.\n\nAs the footsteps grew louder, he got a little more desperate, knowing that they were only minutes away from seeing him and the team, if that. Pete forced himself to take larger and larger mouthfuls of the gunk, until it started running down the sides of his face, unable to contemplate taking it slower. He gagged and coughed around the foul tasting solid clumps that resided in the goo, knowing that this couldn’t be healthy, couldn’t be good, but he forced them down into his complaining stomach nevertheless.\n\nEventually, he got down to the last handful of goo, shaking Mr. Mime’s shoe a few times to make sure that there wasn’t anymore waiting for him in there. The inside actually looked pristinely clean now, from what he could see of it. Well, that was good, at least. They were completely clean for the Pokémon to make foul again, and probably force him to clean out again later. The longer that Pete was forced to do this, the more he accepted that he would be made to do it again. He couldn’t help it.\n\nWith a loud gulp, he forced the last bit of the syrupy nastiness down into his throat. If he had something to drink, he would have guzzled it down to force the last of the stuff into his stomach, but he had to be satisfied with just gulping again and again, his muscles gradually forcing the lump of stuff into his stomach. It was throbbing with discomfort, but that was just something he’d have to deal with. \n\n“There, I drank it.” He panted softly, looking back at Mewtwo. “I drank that stuff out of Mr. Mime’s shoe. Can we go now? Please?” His eyes darted to the trees, where the shadows of the other trainers were quite clear. They would be in sight in less than a minute now.\n\nThe psychic type looked back at him, her face completely neutral as she seemed to consider his request. Her paw pressed against her chin as she looked to the trees. She looked from them to him and back, and slowly a smile started to grow on her face. “No, we’re not going yet. You haven’t done anything with your Medicham, after all, and she deserves just as much attention as the rest of us have gotten. Nor have you done anything with Mr. Mime, either, so you’re not done at all.” She grinned wide, almost to the point that Pete might have called evilly. “Besides…I think they have something else that you’ll need to finish this.”\n\nPete was given no chance to protest, as the other trainers stepped into the clearing just as Mewtwo finished her statement. There were two of them, a young lady and an older trainer. Maybe they were family, maybe they were just close friends. Either way, they stopped in their tracks and stared at him. Their eyes flicked from him to the other Pokémon, and then to the shoe that he held in his hand. They had to know that it belonged to the Mr. Mime, considering that the Pokémon didn’t have that shoe on. And they had to know what he was doing, considering he was naked and – to his eternal shame – his cock hadn’t gone down in the least. In fact, as if it were trying to spite him, it stayed hard and even started to pre from the terrible goo he’d eaten.\n\nJust like him, however, they didn’t even get a chance to say anything. With a wave of her hand, Mewtwo collected them from the path they’d taken and shoved them into the nearest tree trunk. Not hard, but definitely firmly. Tree roots, just like the ones that had held him back before, slid out and surrounded the pair of them. They were definitely not going anywhere soon, and their hands were kept far enough from their pokeballs to keep them from summoning their partners to help them out.\n\nThey struggled for a moment, but soon gave up as they understood the futility of it. Though he couldn’t be sure, Pete was relatively sure that Mewtwo helped that thought along in their heads. He hadn’t been affected like that, that he knew of, but she was subtle enough to pull something like that off. She approached them with a smile still on her face, and bent over, whispering to them via telepathy. To his surprise, she shared what she was saying with Pete, though he imagined not with the other Pokémon.\n\n“See that naked human over there?” she said. “He’s my new ‘master’. I read some secrets in his mind that I didn’t like, and I’m teaching him a lesson now. I think that he needs an audience though, so that it really sticks. We’ll let you go after, though, don’t you worry. For now, just lean back, and watch the show.” She paused again for a moment, and then floated some foods out of the packs of the captured trainer. “We’ll need these,” she said in explanation.\n\nNone of the foods were really very substantial. There were a few fruity candies, some chocolates, and even some mini cakes and little wafers. Most of them were just plain junk food, for that matter, now that Pete saw them clearly. What was Mewtwo going to be doing with those, and what was his part going to be?\n\nHe watched as Mewtwo took the foodstuffs and put them down on the nearby stump. She waved for his Medicham and his Mr. Mime to come over to her, and they obeyed her immediately. When they stood by the stump, she looked first at one, then at the other. She must have been using private telepathy again, since she was obviously talking to them, telling them something, but he couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t have said very much, though, because she moved out of the way very quickly.\n\nPete took his eyes off of them for a moment to look at the trainers again. They were strangers to him, so there was that much good news. Someone he knew hadn’t stumbled upon this. They couldn’t immediately identify him, and probably wouldn’t be able to unless Mewtwo told them his name. That didn’t stop them from looking at him like the ultimate pervert, however: they glared at him with a vengeance, his and her eyes filled with anger at his actions. Almost, he wished he could talk to them and tell them the truth about the whole thing, that he was blackmailed into this, but just like with his friends, with his family, who would believe that a Pokémon could blackmail a person? After all, the Pokémon of the world were more or less beasts. Ones that people could be friendly with, yes, but still beasts, and not capable of blackmailing someone.\n\nWell, at least Mewtwo hadn’t stripped them and embarrassed them even more. As it was, he doubted that he was going to get out of this without some sort of recriminations from this pair, but if that had happened, he’d be charged by some of the police and held in jail somewhere. He hung his head after a moment or two more of taking the glare from them, and turned back to his Pokémon.\n\nImmediately his eyes went wide. Another pair of shoes laid on the ground next to Mr. Mime’s, solving the question of whether Medicham wore them or not, and they were both stomping down on the collected crumbly food. Both Pokémon had their feet so covered with the gooey foodstuffs that there was almost no chance of seeing the skin or fuzz that lay beneath the mess. Some of the frosting that had been on the small cakes was wedged between their toes, while other bits of it had fallen from the stump to the ground, mixing with the mud and the grass.\n\nIt was pretty clear to Pete what he was going to have to do. Mewtwo would be asking him if he was hungry at any moment now, and then she’d point right at the filthy feet of his Pokémon, telling him that if he wanted to eat, he would need to lick all of the food off of those feet. The way that the sweets were mish mashed along the underside of Mr. Mime’s feet and stuck between the dainty toes of Medicham, it was likely to be rather revolting…but his stomach did need something more solid inside after all that filthy muck he’d swallowed. More than that, he couldn’t disobey her. Couldn’t, not without risking everything.\n\nEventually, the two Pokémon stopped stomping on the stump, more from the lack of anything else to stick to their feet than any other reason. Sitting down next to one another on the stump, keeping their feet off of the ground, they gave Pete a level look that didn’t leave any doubt as to what they wanted. He looked over at the two trainers, and sighed as they continued to glare at him, disapproving of all that happened around them. Were they blind? Couldn’t they see that he didn’t have any choice?\n\nProbably. Even if they saw the stuff that was wrong with the scene, Mewtwo was probably making sure that they couldn’t think of anything else but total disapproval for his actions. After all, this was her ‘punishment’ for him, and he doubted that she would want any humans showing him sympathy or anything else that would make him feel better about what he was doing, for that matter. \n\nWith a shake of his head, Pete fell to his knees in front of his Pokémon, looking down at the feet that waited for him. Mr. Mime’s foot was rather large, and very pale from having been inside of the shoe for so long. It stunk around the food that coated it, too, at least as bad as the shoe that it had come out of. Pete definitely was going to make his Pokémon wash their feet a little more often after this, mark his words. \n\nJust to be sure that he wasn’t jumping the gun here, he turned towards Mewtwo. He nodded his head at his Pokémons’ feet, asking silently whether he was supposed to lick them clean.\n\nShe just nodded in response.\n\nShaking his head with a sigh, Pete leaned down. In full view of the other trainers in the clearing, he pulled Mr. Mime’s foot up and held it in front of his face. The long but relatively thin foot was definitely filthy, even if he disregarded the food that covered it. At least he only had to lick the food clean from the soles, and then he could move on. Yeah, he’d get some sweat and dirt too, but the food was pretty loose, like icing and some ground up wafers, and some stuff like that. It would come off pretty easily, he thought, and that would make working on four different feet that much easier.\n\nBlushing, and knowing that his member was throbbing between his legs like it had this entire time, Pete leaned in and took one long lick from heel to toes. Clumps of cake and other food stuck to his tongue, forming a larger and larger mass as it snowballed into a big bite on the tip of his tongue. It eventually got so big that he was forced to pull back before he could actually reach the toes. Forcing the clump of food into his mouth, he tried to shove it back to his throat before he could taste it. Tried, and failed.\n\nAll that was good in the mix, the sweets, the chocolate, and the sugars that formed the majority of the foods, were matched and at times overwhelmed by the taste of the sweat and whatever else was mixed in there from the feet. His tongue was starting to get used to it, by now, but it was still strong enough to make him blanch. No matter what, sugar should never be mixed with sweat. It just didn’t work.\n\nHe pulled back with a shudder, looking up at his Pokémon. Mr. Mime looked back at him, a smile on her face as she watched him. Once more, he wondered just what was going through the minds of his team. At times, they seemed to be compassionate towards his plight, at least, after they had enjoyed him, and other times they seemed to be enjoying this torment that he was going through. What was the truth, he wondered? Was it one of those, or both, or something else entirely?\n\n“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mewtwo said in his head, translating for the Pokémon again. “You’re not supposed to just stop in the middle of your duties.”\n\nPete shook his head, turning back to the toes and soles held up in front of him. The one lick that he’d taken had pulled a fair bit of the food off of that foot, at least up the middle. More towards the heel than the toes, however, he had to admit. And there were still all the crumbs that waited for him between the toes, no doubt mixing with all the toe jam and sweat pools that were between the toes.\n\nNo matter how disgusted he was with the taste, and how much he didn’t want to eat that stuff, Pete didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was this, or lose his license. “Could you hold your leg out to me, so that I don’t have to hold the ankle all the time?” he asked Mr. Mime. \n\nHis Pokémon nodded, and held up both feet at once. The psychic Pokémon made a few little gestures with its hands, and suddenly there was a little shimmer under her legs. Pete reached out and touched the air, feeling something rather solid, yet invisible, holding up Mr. Mime’s legs. Must have been a barrier move, he thought to himself. That would be helpful to them both. He didn’t have to exhaust his arms, and Mr. Mime wouldn’t have to work her leg muscles so much to keep them pointed at him.\n\nWell, there was no more stalling now. Shaking his head, he leaned forward and took several rapid licks, going for the thickest looking concentrations of the food. It gathered into a little ball, his licks herding the various pieces of icing and cake and other foods together and making it bulge out from the foot a little bit. It looked like little brown bumps, each one just barely hanging onto the sweaty, dirty flesh of the feet. Each one could be easily bitten off, chewed a few times, and swallowed, and that was just what Pete did.\n\nOf course, just because they were easy to pull off didn’t mean that they were easy to swallow down, nor were they easy to stomach. The bites of sweets were just as tainted with sweat and musk as the first lick had been, perhaps more, since he’d moved them around more and rubbed them against the smelly flesh a little more than he had with that one lick. \n\nIt was worse when he bit down on the pieces of food, he realized. That let the food scatter to the various corners of his mouth, even getting under his tongue sometimes, and then he had to root around inside of his mouth to get all of it together to swallow, letting it stay on his tongue that much longer. Gagging around the mouthfuls, Pete nevertheless managed to swallow a few bites without much trouble. \n\nHis efforts weren’t going unnoticed, either, not by the humans and not by his Pokémon. The ones that had already enjoyed his attention were smiling at him, rubbing at their sexes lightly as he worked. Blaziken was actually sniffing at her feet a little bit, and Alakazam was leaning back just enough to make it clear that she was putting on a show for him while he worked. Seeing how much they enjoyed watching him almost made him forget about the taste on his tongue, and definitely cheered him up a little bit. His throbbing cock pulsed harder, twitching with his arousal. Even in face of the sweaty musk that threatened to make him vomit at times, his cock felt like it could cum at any moment, something that he was hoping wouldn’t happen. His balls were sore enough from the earlier orgasms that he wasn’t sure that he would be able to take another.\n\nAt least he could look over at the other bound trainers that were watching him when he needed to kill a little more of his excitement. The massive waves of disapproval and annoyance rolling off of them would have been enough to kill a normal boner, but with the raging hard-on that he sported now, it was barely enough to shove his libido down enough to make an orgasm not happen. Considering how much he was getting used to being watched, though, he wasn’t sure how much longer that would work.\n\nThose thoughts were overwhelmed by his task, however, as he worked his tongue over the other foot. The psychic type’s first foot was already fairly clean – at least of food – and he wanted to get this over with. As he licked from heel to toe in one long lick, he noticed that this foot was less covered in food, and much more covered in sweat and toe jam. It was a rather unpleasant realization, considering that he found out by covering his tongue in both substances on that lick.\n\nGagging and spitting after he swallowed the mouthful of food, Pete took a moment to catch his breath. “Baths, and lots of them,” he muttered under his breath at the taste. He wasn’t going to swallow so much rancid stuff again…unless blackmailed. He supposed he had to allow for that.\n\nAfter he caught his breath, he leaned forward and examined the bottom of the foot a little more closely. The darker stuff that he had mistaken for some food or frosting was in reality mud or dirt that had clung to the foot from inside Mr. Mime’s shoe. Almost the entirety of the food that was stuck to this foot lay between the toes, where the most disgusting things that clung to a foot lay hidden, waiting for his tongue. This was going to be moderately unpleasant.\n\nHe reached up and spread the toes of his Pokémon, looking into the gaps. For the moment, all he could see were broken wafers, cake, and a little bit of other stuff. None of the toe jam that he was expecting, though he imagined it lay hidden under the food, waiting to make him gag on it. Shifting in place nervously, he slowly stuck his tongue between the toes, licking and sucking at the mass waiting for him between them, trying to get it over with quickly.\n\nAlmost immediately he ran into some of the toe jam, a really cheesy cluster of it, that the chocolate and sweets had wrapped around. Biting into the clump he’d pulled into his mouth released it over his tongue, and he shoved a hand over his mouth to hold back his reaction. Bile flowed up his throat, threatening to overwhelm him, but with a supreme effort of will, he stopped it from slipping free.\n\nAt least that lick was enough to clean out that gap. Yes, there were some more to go, but that took care of one. It didn’t seem so impossible anymore.\n\nThat didn’t mean that it was easy as he made his way between the toes, spreading them gently before thrusting his tongue between them, tongue fucking the gap every time to get the cheese and the chocolate loose. Even when the two were separate – approximately one out of every five pieces knocked free were distinguishable – he still at the cheese. As nasty as it was, he ate it to avoid a potential punishment that would be worse, as well as in the hope of earning a few points with the Mewtwo.\n\nPokémon feet came in a variety of textures, he was beginning to notice, and Mr. Mime’s feet were no exception. Though they were feminine like other parts of her, the feet were definitely calloused and a little rough, though not nearly as rough as the ones that went around barefoot. They had marinated in the sweat and musk and filth in the shoes, too, so they had the taste and smell ingrained into the very skin of the feet. Particularly bad between the toes, where the wrinkles and webs that connected toes caught the contaminants and held them, he noticed.\n\nHe took another break just before the last gap between the toes, looking at it. This last gap had the least of the food between them, so at least he was almost done with Mr. Mime. He barely noticed that his Pokémon was fingering herself now beneath the pants that she wore, so focused was he on completing his task. Pete slowly spread the toes apart again, and leaned forward.\n\nThe smell slapped him with its pungency, but he was starting to get used to it, so what would have made him recoil in disgust was now barely noticeable to his acclimated nostrils. He forced his tongue down against the slimy mess between the toes and started slowly licking away layer after layer of the food. The sides of his tongue rubbed against the sides of the toes, collecting even more of the sweaty flavor on his tongue. He slurped it up along with the chocolate and wafers, pulling it into his mouth and forcing it down his throat. It was no less difficult than before, but at least it felt less disgusting. \n\nPete continued licking a few moments after all the food was gone, unaware that he had finished. Mr. Mime actually had to shove him away from her with a little kick to bring him back to reality. Panting as he landed on his butt, his cock throbbing so hard that it felt painful, he looked up just in time to see that his Pokémon had started cumming from both her fingering and from the stimulation he’d given to her feet.\n\nKnowing that he’d given her some pleasure like that made him feel a little bit better, at least, enough to give him the strength to get up again and crawl between Medicham’s legs. Just this one, and he would be done. Just this last one.\n\nBefore he could even reach for her legs, Medicham lifted her legs up and gave him a little push back. He fell onto his back, lying down in front of the stump. She stood up before he could get up and laid her feet right on top of his face. Some of the icing got rubbed into his cheeks, and some of the food slipped off of his face and landed on the forest floor below. Giggling, she rubbed her foot covered, small feet against his face and against his lips in particular.\n\nRealizing that he was free to lay there, as long as he kept licking, Pete let himself relax and just be controlled by his Medicham, licking at the toes and at the undersides of her feet. They were a lot less terrible than Mr. Mime’s, almost a pleasure to lick at, and as this was letting him recover his strength and some of his composure, he sure wasn’t complaining.\n\nMedicham smiled down at him as she worked her feet over his face. Most of the food was either getting stuck to his cheeks or falling to the ground, but he didn’t really mind. So she used his face as a doormat instead of letting him lick her feet clean. He could live with that. In fact, it was kinda sexy to him. He moaned softly as she rubbed against his jawline gently, and swiftly found a toe shove into his mouth.\n\nHe jerked a bit in surprise, but settled down, suckling on the toe that she had in his mouth. It wasn’t that bad, since her feet were a little cleaner than the others. Yes, there was a slight hint of sweat, but it was recent, not the dried, caked on kind that had covered the feet of the rest of his Pokémon. It mostly just tasted like her, and that was a good taste. Smiling at her, he reached up and stroked her leg lightly, bobbing his lips up and down along her toe. She moaned at his actions just as he did, and he chuckled a little bit around her toe.\n\nThat giggle gave her the opportunity to slip more of her toes into his mouth, and due to the much smaller size of her foot compared to humans or even other Pokémon, she managed to get all of her toes into his mouth. As she wiggled her toes around in his mouth, food particles dropped onto his tongue, and he quickly swallowed them, sending the food to his stomach to be held with the rest of the junk he’d swallowed today. Just because she was taking charge, however, didn’t mean that he stopped putting in effort. He threaded his tongue between her toes, licking at them lightly to encourage her happiness. From his viewpoint under her feet like this, he could see that she was enjoying this at least as much as he was, her hips lightly twitching in midair, as if she wanted to hump something, or be penetrated by something. He almost pulled her toes out of his mouth to volunteer to do that, but he stopped himself at the last moment. Things were going good. Better not to rock the boat.\n\nIt seemed like only a few moments later that she pulled her foot out of his mouth, but no sooner had it left than she had replaced with the other one. She stroked the cleaned foot up and down his chest, rubbing at his chest and down to his belly, while he licked at the one in his mouth. A couple of times, she almost dragged it down to his groin, touching a toe to the twitching tip of his member, but she always pulled back before he might go over the edge. Whether that was good or bad, he no longer knew.\n\nAll he knew was that he was required to lick, and lick he did. He licked between her toes, along the undersides of her feet when the toes were pulled free, and along the heel. He licked over the tops of them, lapping at the soft and sensitive flesh of the last member of his team. His tongue lashed along her toes, teasing each one the way that he hoped she wanted him to do. He didn’t dare look up at her, just kept licking, removing the food from her foot and licking until there was no taste left. No sweat, no musk, no food, nothing at all. He might as well have been licking air.\n\nAfter a few moments, he realized that was what he was doing. He opened his eyes and looked up, surprised, and saw that every member of his team was standing over him. They smiled down at him, and each one had a foot hovering over his member. It was twitching painfully, and even a breeze of air would have set it off at this point. If they actually touched his cock with a foot, he would probably collapse after a world shattering climax.\n\nAnd that’s precisely what happened. Three feet rubbed against his shaft and against the tip, two feet played with his balls, and the final foot covered his face, filling it with the scent of both his cum and the Pokémon’s foot. All put together was too much for him, and his cock exploded. He remained awake just long enough to feel the cum splattering against his chest and against his chin before he blacked out, completely overwhelmed with everything that he had been put through.\n\nAs he slept, Alakazam teleported them back to the cabin they’d started from, and they all returned to their pokeballs, letting Pete wake up when he would. At that time, he’d find a note at his bedside, apparently written by the Mewtwo. It read:\n\n[i]You were such a good boy, Pete, and you fulfilled your part of the agreement. You won’t lose your license, and you’ll have my obedience in battle. In battle, mind you, so don’t go getting any ideas for telling me what to do outside of that. You might notice from here on out that your Pokémon are a little more lusty than they have been. Well, that’s because I told them all about your little secret lusts for them. I know everything that happens in your head, remember, and I saw a fantasy for every Pokémon that you’ve ever seen, and ever had. They will think they realized it on their own, of course, and they won’t be mad. I think you’ll be in for a looooong week dealing with all of them, hehe. Consider it my present for you.[/i]\n\nPete blinked at the note, and groaned as he fell back down on the bed. “Long week?” he muttered. “Try a long year!”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A Trainer is Trained: Part Three

By

Draconicon


Pete panted for breath, swallowing again and again to wash the taste of piss out of his mouth. Blaziken had left quite a bit in his mouth, after all, so it wasn’t easy to wash away. Yes, the liquid was gone, but the actual aftertaste refused to fade away from his mouth, sticking to his tongue no matter how much saliva slipped across it.

As he continued to sputter and spit, the human trainer looked at his Pokémon. Blaziken smirked softly at him as she stood with the others that had enjoyed his body so far, stretching out her arms and legs. Her feet were planted right in a mud puddle, and he had no doubt that she had intentionally picked that particular spot. It was just about the only muddy area in the entire clearing, and from the way that she wiggled her saliva slick feet into the puddle, she probably was thinking she would get him to clean them off again later, when they were back at his cabin or somewhere. Thing was, he probably would do just that for her, if she wanted him to. In fact, even if there wasn’t the matter of blackmail over his head, he would do what they said. The foot licking hadn’t been that bad…Well, in some cases it had, but overall it hadn’t been.

The rest of the Pokémon standing with Blaziken – Mewtwo, Golduck, and Alakazam – all seemed to have that same smirk, but theirs were tempered towards compassion and affection a little bit, as well. It wasn’t just a smirk of pleasure. Considering how powerful Blaziken was, and how much he used her in battle, he hoped that she would gradually look at him that way again, too. Disrespect for a trainer could get a lot of battles lost.

That would wait for later, however. Pete turned his head towards the rest of his Pokémon, the last two that he needed to appease before this nightmare was over. Medicham and Mr. Mime stared at him hungrily, and both of them were rubbing against the shoes that they wore. Well, Mr. Mime was rubbing against his shoes, while Medicham was rubbing against what could have been a shoe or a foot. That had never been particularly clear for him, but Pete was sure that he was going to get that confusion cleared up pretty darn quickly.

Not for the first time, he realized just how many psychic Pokémon he’d surrounded himself with. Not even including Mewtwo – she was a legendary first and a psychic second, after all – he had three of them on his team, four if you counted Golduck’s occasional psychic tendencies left over from the Psyduck days. He was never sure why the psychic types tended to dominate his team, but they did.

Actually, now that he was really thinking about it, it was a surprise that something like this hadn’t happened before. With an Alakazam, a Mr. Mime, and a Medicham, there should have been some inkling from his Pokémon that their trainer was a little bit odd, a little bit different. Had they all been too nice to mention something like that, or had they just attributed it to random human strangeness? It was a bit of a mystery, that was for sure, and he didn’t dare ask them for the answer.

Well, whatever the reason was, he would have to find the answer later. Still sputtering from the taste of piss in his mouth, Pete reached for his belt, thinking that he had brought a water bottle with him the way that he did whenever he had gone out of the house on a training trip. As his fingers brushed across his bare hip, he blushed; embarrassed for forgetting that he was naked. Forgetting something that was that obvious was just ridiculous, and he was sure that his Pokémon would have laughed at him if they understood why he was blushing. Shaking his head, he turned to Mewtwo. “Do you think I could have a drink of water or something? I mean, I don’t know how close we might be to a river or something, and I really need something to drink.”

The psychic type looked at him with a bit of a smile, and flicked her fingers towards something in the distance. It was far enough away that he couldn’t see it through the trees, but it couldn’t have been that far from the clearing, considering how fast a water canteen appeared in the legendary Pokémon’s hand. She floated the canteen around her head as she turned her gaze back to him. “The trainers that have this canteen won’t be far behind. From what I can sense from them, they’re only about ten minutes away from this little clearing, and that’s if they take a few wrong turns to get here,” she explained with a smile. “You’ll get a drink of water, but you’re going to have to do it in a different kind of way.”

Mewtwo tossed the canteen over to Mr. Mime, who smiled as she caught it and held it in hand. Pete watched with a sinking heart as his Pokémon took off one of its shoes and poured the water from the canteen inside of it. Even from the distance of about ten feet, he could see some fume swirls rising from the shoe. Who knew how long it had been worn, or if it had ever been taken off, for that matter? The outside might have gotten a little bit of a wash off from time to time when Mr. Mime had fallen into the water, but the rest of it hadn’t been cleaned…ever. All the sweat and funk and gunk that took up space inside of the Pokémon’s shoe must be mixing with the water as he watched, polluting and contaminating it with the musky, salty, pungent smell. The taste would likely be something far worse than the piss aftertaste that stuck to his tongue, and his first instinct was to just deal with the taste that was left in his mouth.

However, he was smart enough to not let that go beyond an instinctive thought now. Just as he was going along with the Mewtwo’s blackmail, he was also being trained himself. If he could obey this order – which it undoubtedly would become if he hesitated – then he would be that much closer to being done with all this nonsense. Besides, if there were trainers coming along, then he would need to do this without complaining. There wasn’t time for that.

“Thank you,” he said as sincerely as he could before walking to his Mr. Mime. Taking the offered shoe in hand, he looked down at the black hole that one’s foot generally slipped into. He wasn’t even breathing through his nose, yet he could feel the fumes that were coming off of the water inside. It wouldn’t be cold anymore, he could already tell that, and if it even tasted like water at all, he would count himself lucky. The shoe felt warm against his hands, still soaked with the body heat from the Pokémon, and he gagged at the thought of drinking that warm, doubtlessly sludgy water out of the boots.

Despite his reticence, he knew that it was a requirement, nothing less, that he empty it. If he didn’t, then Mewtwo would go through with her blackmail. She might have been starting to like him, but he had no doubt that she would go through with her threat if he didn’t go through with his side of the deal she’d offered. Total obedience.

“Well…bottoms up,” Pete muttered, more to encourage himself and say something than out of any real reason. Shaking his head a few times, the human leaned his head back and brought the shoe to his lips. Gagging at the strong smell of foot funk and the heady odor of musk, sweat, and other things that he didn’t even want to consider, he tilted the shoe back and forced the water into his mouth.

Immediately he wanted to vomit, wanted to throw the shoe away and just spit out anything that had slipped past his lips. Only the need to keep from failing in his task and losing his Pokémon license kept him from doing that, and even that was almost not enough. He knew that the taste would be bad, but this was beyond terrible.

Leaning forward enough to let the water stop flowing, Pete forced himself to swallow the mouthful he’d taken. The thick, almost semi-solid mass of water slipped down his throat, and only a rapid series of gulps and swallows kept it from sliding back up. His stomach protested heartily to the new stuff that had entered it, but he forced it down. He was the boss, and his stomach would listen to him, whether it liked it or not. It most certainly didn’t, but at least it listened.

Grunting softly to himself, Pete looked over the shoe at Mr. Mime. The Pokémon was on the verge of giggling, arms wrapped around her stomach as she watched him. He realized that it was probably funny, and that he had made a most ridiculous face when he tasted the stuff – he wouldn’t deign to call this putrid mess water – but he still felt a little bit of anger from being mocked like that. “How long has it been since you’ve cleaned this thing?” he asked, unable to help asking.

Mr. Mime smiled, and Mewtwo chortled, translating. “Not since she was captured.”

“I should have guessed something like that,” Pete said with a shake of his head. He looked down on the ground, seeing that the canteen was down there. Giving it a little nudge with his foot, he listened for any sound that would have meant that there was some water left inside, something that he could use after this to wash the taste out of his mouth. Sadly, there wasn’t as much as the slightest swish or slosh. All the water must have been poured into this one shoe.

Even that wouldn’t have been quite so bad if the shoe had been a smaller size. If Pete had been given a show that was maybe a size 8, or even a size 9, the whole thing would have been quick, done with in a series of rapid gulps. Probably would have sent his stomach into paroxysms of discomfort, but it would have been done. Instead, he had been handed a shoe that was easily a size 14, if not larger. These were the shoes that people called clown shoes, and laughed at the big feet that had to fill them. Completely full with sweaty, gunky water to the point that he could see it sloshing back and forth in the hole on top, it would be like drinking a triple large soda bottle. Had the taste been delicious, he still wasn’t sure that he could force that much down into his belly without having it burst from discomfort.

Pete looked over at Mewtwo again, hoping for even the smallest reprieve, or maybe for a lessening of the task. He gestured to the shoe wordlessly, and shook his head.

Maybe luck was looking out for him a little bit after all, because the Pokémon actually sighed and reached out with a dainty hand. The shoe turned back a little bit, some of the water sloshing out of it and onto the forest ground below. A little bit more than half of it was left behind, but that was a great deal better than what he would have had to deal with otherwise. He didn’t even care that some of the water had soaked his feet and left them standing in a small puddle of developing mud. If it meant that he didn’t have to drink the whole thing, he’d shower in the smelly stuff. Besides, when he got home, he could clean himself off, and in the short term, better to smell of the stuff than have to drink the whole thing.

It was with some reluctance that he turned back to the shoe, however. Even with the amount of water that had been poured out, there was still a fair bit left in the shoe, and now that some of the water was gone, Pete would bet that the remaining stuff would be more like a pudding in consistency and texture instead of a soda. Maybe a syrup might be the better way to describe it. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure that the Mewtwo had been so nice to him after all.

Still, he had to do this; and there was no way to stall any longer. Taking a deep breath in preparation, Pete closed his eyes and tilted the shoe back, holding his lips at the edge of the opening.

For a moment, he wondered where the liquid inside had gone. Nothing came down to meet his lips, and he momentarily thought that he would be free from this task. Then he felt the reason why it hadn’t come down immediately, and almost gagged into the shoe. Rather than a liquid, or a soup, or something like that he could drink down quickly, the water was thickened to the point of being a syrup, like the chocolate stuff that one squeezed out of a bottle onto a bowl of ice cream. Instead of good tasting goo, however, this stuff was a rancid, sweaty, musky drizzle of a mess, and it dropped down with wet plops onto his lips, oozing rather than flowing.

He opened his mouth to let the first glop of the stuff slide in, and he winced at the way that it stuck to his tongue. No matter how hard he swallowed, it barely moved back in his mouth, refusing to move without something else in his mouth. In desperation, he pulled another glob into his mouth as it fell onto his lips. The taste of sweat and foot funk doubled, but the larger mass moved back faster, was more responsive to his desperate swallowing.

The taste was similar to the sweat and stuff that he had licked off of the other Pokémon’s feet, the salty sweat and the bitter-sweet musk that he’d been forced to clean away, but this was somehow stronger. It was older, for one, and the water had swirled it all together. The water that had been poured out must have been the stuff on the surface that hadn’t gotten dissolved into the mixture yet, while the stuff that he was swallowing now was the almost pure stuff. Probably years old, or something, the thought of which made him groan and almost forced his stomach to empty right then and there.

He held back, though he wasn’t sure how. Knowing that he had to force the goo down and make sure that there was nothing left in the shoes, he took a deep breath and took to the task with a vengeance.

It didn’t hurt that he was starting to hear louder and closer footsteps to the clearing as well. It must have been the trainers that Mewtwo had taken the canteen from, wanting to find out where it had gone. If they found him here, if they saw him naked, surrounded by Pokémon, and drinking goo out of the shoes of one of his team members, then there was no telling what would happen. Embarrassment would be the least of it, that was the only thing for sure.

Sitting down and crossing his legs, Pete tried to take greater and greater levels of the goo into his mouth. He wanted to swallow this all down now and have it over with, but the syrupy gunk that coated the inside of the shoe was hesitant to come out into the open, almost like it knew that it was going to be swallowed and removed. The taste coating his tongue so that he couldn’t taste anything else, even Blaziken’ spiss – which tasted like heaven compared to this – Pete forced himself to reach a hand into the shoe, scooping out as much as he could.

When he pulled his hand free and held it in front of his eyes, he froze. The goo was almost black from all the stuff that it had cleaned out from inside of the Pokémon’s shoe, and there was still more waiting for him inside. At least two more handfuls, two more handfuls that would be equivalent to two medium mouthfuls of the stuff. “I really…really shouldn’t have looked,” Pete muttered to himself.

In spite of his disgust, he slowly lowered his head down to his hand, pressing his lips to the goo and sucking it into his mouth. He forced himself to completely fill his mouth with the stuff so that he couldn’t swish it around and started to swallow it down. It was like slick, filthy jello now, contaminated with all sorts of old foot things. There was probably some toe jam and cheese in there too, now that he thought about it. Gagging around the large chunk in his mouth, he forced himself to continue swallowing.

His throat bulged every time a little bit went down as his muscles struggled to make it go down. His entire body wanted to reject the substance, but he made it go down. Pete knew that he was going to be sick after this, but he had to do this. Had to.

The handful he had finally went down his throat, and he shoved his hand back into the shoe. It was like reaching down into swampy bog water, the strands of the goop inside sticking to his hand, stretching until the stuff snapped like taffy, or a rubber band, though without the sting from such a snap. Making sure that he didn’t look at the load that he had on his hand, he started slurping it away, sucking it down into his throat.

As the footsteps grew louder, he got a little more desperate, knowing that they were only minutes away from seeing him and the team, if that. Pete forced himself to take larger and larger mouthfuls of the gunk, until it started running down the sides of his face, unable to contemplate taking it slower. He gagged and coughed around the foul tasting solid clumps that resided in the goo, knowing that this couldn’t be healthy, couldn’t be good, but he forced them down into his complaining stomach nevertheless.

Eventually, he got down to the last handful of goo, shaking Mr. Mime’s shoe a few times to make sure that there wasn’t anymore waiting for him in there. The inside actually looked pristinely clean now, from what he could see of it. Well, that was good, at least. They were completely clean for the Pokémon to make foul again, and probably force him to clean out again later. The longer that Pete was forced to do this, the more he accepted that he would be made to do it again. He couldn’t help it.

With a loud gulp, he forced the last bit of the syrupy nastiness down into his throat. If he had something to drink, he would have guzzled it down to force the last of the stuff into his stomach, but he had to be satisfied with just gulping again and again, his muscles gradually forcing the lump of stuff into his stomach. It was throbbing with discomfort, but that was just something he’d have to deal with.

“There, I drank it.” He panted softly, looking back at Mewtwo. “I drank that stuff out of Mr. Mime’s shoe. Can we go now? Please?” His eyes darted to the trees, where the shadows of the other trainers were quite clear. They would be in sight in less than a minute now.

The psychic type looked back at him, her face completely neutral as she seemed to consider his request. Her paw pressed against her chin as she looked to the trees. She looked from them to him and back, and slowly a smile started to grow on her face. “No, we’re not going yet. You haven’t done anything with your Medicham, after all, and she deserves just as much attention as the rest of us have gotten. Nor have you done anything with Mr. Mime, either, so you’re not done at all.” She grinned wide, almost to the point that Pete might have called evilly. “Besides…I think they have something else that you’ll need to finish this.”

Pete was given no chance to protest, as the other trainers stepped into the clearing just as Mewtwo finished her statement. There were two of them, a young lady and an older trainer. Maybe they were family, maybe they were just close friends. Either way, they stopped in their tracks and stared at him. Their eyes flicked from him to the other Pokémon, and then to the shoe that he held in his hand. They had to know that it belonged to the Mr. Mime, considering that the Pokémon didn’t have that shoe on. And they had to know what he was doing, considering he was naked and – to his eternal shame – his cock hadn’t gone down in the least. In fact, as if it were trying to spite him, it stayed hard and even started to pre from the terrible goo he’d eaten.

Just like him, however, they didn’t even get a chance to say anything. With a wave of her hand, Mewtwo collected them from the path they’d taken and shoved them into the nearest tree trunk. Not hard, but definitely firmly. Tree roots, just like the ones that had held him back before, slid out and surrounded the pair of them. They were definitely not going anywhere soon, and their hands were kept far enough from their pokeballs to keep them from summoning their partners to help them out.

They struggled for a moment, but soon gave up as they understood the futility of it. Though he couldn’t be sure, Pete was relatively sure that Mewtwo helped that thought along in their heads. He hadn’t been affected like that, that he knew of, but she was subtle enough to pull something like that off. She approached them with a smile still on her face, and bent over, whispering to them via telepathy. To his surprise, she shared what she was saying with Pete, though he imagined not with the other Pokémon.

“See that naked human over there?” she said. “He’s my new ‘master’. I read some secrets in his mind that I didn’t like, and I’m teaching him a lesson now. I think that he needs an audience though, so that it really sticks. We’ll let you go after, though, don’t you worry. For now, just lean back, and watch the show.” She paused again for a moment, and then floated some foods out of the packs of the captured trainer. “We’ll need these,” she said in explanation.

None of the foods were really very substantial. There were a few fruity candies, some chocolates, and even some mini cakes and little wafers. Most of them were just plain junk food, for that matter, now that Pete saw them clearly. What was Mewtwo going to be doing with those, and what was his part going to be?

He watched as Mewtwo took the foodstuffs and put them down on the nearby stump. She waved for his Medicham and his Mr. Mime to come over to her, and they obeyed her immediately. When they stood by the stump, she looked first at one, then at the other. She must have been using private telepathy again, since she was obviously talking to them, telling them something, but he couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t have said very much, though, because she moved out of the way very quickly.

Pete took his eyes off of them for a moment to look at the trainers again. They were strangers to him, so there was that much good news. Someone he knew hadn’t stumbled upon this. They couldn’t immediately identify him, and probably wouldn’t be able to unless Mewtwo told them his name. That didn’t stop them from looking at him like the ultimate pervert, however: they glared at him with a vengeance, his and her eyes filled with anger at his actions. Almost, he wished he could talk to them and tell them the truth about the whole thing, that he was blackmailed into this, but just like with his friends, with his family, who would believe that a Pokémon could blackmail a person? After all, the Pokémon of the world were more or less beasts. Ones that people could be friendly with, yes, but still beasts, and not capable of blackmailing someone.

Well, at least Mewtwo hadn’t stripped them and embarrassed them even more. As it was, he doubted that he was going to get out of this without some sort of recriminations from this pair, but if that had happened, he’d be charged by some of the police and held in jail somewhere. He hung his head after a moment or two more of taking the glare from them, and turned back to his Pokémon.

Immediately his eyes went wide. Another pair of shoes laid on the ground next to Mr. Mime’s, solving the question of whether Medicham wore them or not, and they were both stomping down on the collected crumbly food. Both Pokémon had their feet so covered with the gooey foodstuffs that there was almost no chance of seeing the skin or fuzz that lay beneath the mess. Some of the frosting that had been on the small cakes was wedged between their toes, while other bits of it had fallen from the stump to the ground, mixing with the mud and the grass.

It was pretty clear to Pete what he was going to have to do. Mewtwo would be asking him if he was hungry at any moment now, and then she’d point right at the filthy feet of his Pokémon, telling him that if he wanted to eat, he would need to lick all of the food off of those feet. The way that the sweets were mish mashed along the underside of Mr. Mime’s feet and stuck between the dainty toes of Medicham, it was likely to be rather revolting…but his stomach did need something more solid inside after all that filthy muck he’d swallowed. More than that, he couldn’t disobey her. Couldn’t, not without risking everything.

Eventually, the two Pokémon stopped stomping on the stump, more from the lack of anything else to stick to their feet than any other reason. Sitting down next to one another on the stump, keeping their feet off of the ground, they gave Pete a level look that didn’t leave any doubt as to what they wanted. He looked over at the two trainers, and sighed as they continued to glare at him, disapproving of all that happened around them. Were they blind? Couldn’t they see that he didn’t have any choice?

Probably. Even if they saw the stuff that was wrong with the scene, Mewtwo was probably making sure that they couldn’t think of anything else but total disapproval for his actions. After all, this was her ‘punishment’ for him, and he doubted that she would want any humans showing him sympathy or anything else that would make him feel better about what he was doing, for that matter.

With a shake of his head, Pete fell to his knees in front of his Pokémon, looking down at the feet that waited for him. Mr. Mime’s foot was rather large, and very pale from having been inside of the shoe for so long. It stunk around the food that coated it, too, at least as bad as the shoe that it had come out of. Pete definitely was going to make his Pokémon wash their feet a little more often after this, mark his words.

Just to be sure that he wasn’t jumping the gun here, he turned towards Mewtwo. He nodded his head at his Pokémons’ feet, asking silently whether he was supposed to lick them clean.

She just nodded in response.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Pete leaned down. In full view of the other trainers in the clearing, he pulled Mr. Mime’s foot up and held it in front of his face. The long but relatively thin foot was definitely filthy, even if he disregarded the food that covered it. At least he only had to lick the food clean from the soles, and then he could move on. Yeah, he’d get some sweat and dirt too, but the food was pretty loose, like icing and some ground up wafers, and some stuff like that. It would come off pretty easily, he thought, and that would make working on four different feet that much easier.

Blushing, and knowing that his member was throbbing between his legs like it had this entire time, Pete leaned in and took one long lick from heel to toes. Clumps of cake and other food stuck to his tongue, forming a larger and larger mass as it snowballed into a big bite on the tip of his tongue. It eventually got so big that he was forced to pull back before he could actually reach the toes. Forcing the clump of food into his mouth, he tried to shove it back to his throat before he could taste it. Tried, and failed.

All that was good in the mix, the sweets, the chocolate, and the sugars that formed the majority of the foods, were matched and at times overwhelmed by the taste of the sweat and whatever else was mixed in there from the feet. His tongue was starting to get used to it, by now, but it was still strong enough to make him blanch. No matter what, sugar should never be mixed with sweat. It just didn’t work.

He pulled back with a shudder, looking up at his Pokémon. Mr. Mime looked back at him, a smile on her face as she watched him. Once more, he wondered just what was going through the minds of his team. At times, they seemed to be compassionate towards his plight, at least, after they had enjoyed him, and other times they seemed to be enjoying this torment that he was going through. What was the truth, he wondered? Was it one of those, or both, or something else entirely?

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mewtwo said in his head, translating for the Pokémon again. “You’re not supposed to just stop in the middle of your duties.”

Pete shook his head, turning back to the toes and soles held up in front of him. The one lick that he’d taken had pulled a fair bit of the food off of that foot, at least up the middle. More towards the heel than the toes, however, he had to admit. And there were still all the crumbs that waited for him between the toes, no doubt mixing with all the toe jam and sweat pools that were between the toes.

No matter how disgusted he was with the taste, and how much he didn’t want to eat that stuff, Pete didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was this, or lose his license. “Could you hold your leg out to me, so that I don’t have to hold the ankle all the time?” he asked Mr. Mime.

His Pokémon nodded, and held up both feet at once. The psychic Pokémon made a few little gestures with its hands, and suddenly there was a little shimmer under her legs. Pete reached out and touched the air, feeling something rather solid, yet invisible, holding up Mr. Mime’s legs. Must have been a barrier move, he thought to himself. That would be helpful to them both. He didn’t have to exhaust his arms, and Mr. Mime wouldn’t have to work her leg muscles so much to keep them pointed at him.

Well, there was no more stalling now. Shaking his head, he leaned forward and took several rapid licks, going for the thickest looking concentrations of the food. It gathered into a little ball, his licks herding the various pieces of icing and cake and other foods together and making it bulge out from the foot a little bit. It looked like little brown bumps, each one just barely hanging onto the sweaty, dirty flesh of the feet. Each one could be easily bitten off, chewed a few times, and swallowed, and that was just what Pete did.

Of course, just because they were easy to pull off didn’t mean that they were easy to swallow down, nor were they easy to stomach. The bites of sweets were just as tainted with sweat and musk as the first lick had been, perhaps more, since he’d moved them around more and rubbed them against the smelly flesh a little more than he had with that one lick.

It was worse when he bit down on the pieces of food, he realized. That let the food scatter to the various corners of his mouth, even getting under his tongue sometimes, and then he had to root around inside of his mouth to get all of it together to swallow, letting it stay on his tongue that much longer. Gagging around the mouthfuls, Pete nevertheless managed to swallow a few bites without much trouble.

His efforts weren’t going unnoticed, either, not by the humans and not by his Pokémon. The ones that had already enjoyed his attention were smiling at him, rubbing at their sexes lightly as he worked. Blaziken was actually sniffing at her feet a little bit, and Alakazam was leaning back just enough to make it clear that she was putting on a show for him while he worked. Seeing how much they enjoyed watching him almost made him forget about the taste on his tongue, and definitely cheered him up a little bit. His throbbing cock pulsed harder, twitching with his arousal. Even in face of the sweaty musk that threatened to make him vomit at times, his cock felt like it could cum at any moment, something that he was hoping wouldn’t happen. His balls were sore enough from the earlier orgasms that he wasn’t sure that he would be able to take another.

At least he could look over at the other bound trainers that were watching him when he needed to kill a little more of his excitement. The massive waves of disapproval and annoyance rolling off of them would have been enough to kill a normal boner, but with the raging hard-on that he sported now, it was barely enough to shove his libido down enough to make an orgasm not happen. Considering how much he was getting used to being watched, though, he wasn’t sure how much longer that would work.

Those thoughts were overwhelmed by his task, however, as he worked his tongue over the other foot. The psychic type’s first foot was already fairly clean – at least of food – and he wanted to get this over with. As he licked from heel to toe in one long lick, he noticed that this foot was less covered in food, and much more covered in sweat and toe jam. It was a rather unpleasant realization, considering that he found out by covering his tongue in both substances on that lick.

Gagging and spitting after he swallowed the mouthful of food, Pete took a moment to catch his breath. “Baths, and lots of them,” he muttered under his breath at the taste. He wasn’t going to swallow so much rancid stuff again…unless blackmailed. He supposed he had to allow for that.

After he caught his breath, he leaned forward and examined the bottom of the foot a little more closely. The darker stuff that he had mistaken for some food or frosting was in reality mud or dirt that had clung to the foot from inside Mr. Mime’s shoe. Almost the entirety of the food that was stuck to this foot lay between the toes, where the most disgusting things that clung to a foot lay hidden, waiting for his tongue. This was going to be moderately unpleasant.

He reached up and spread the toes of his Pokémon, looking into the gaps. For the moment, all he could see were broken wafers, cake, and a little bit of other stuff. None of the toe jam that he was expecting, though he imagined it lay hidden under the food, waiting to make him gag on it. Shifting in place nervously, he slowly stuck his tongue between the toes, licking and sucking at the mass waiting for him between them, trying to get it over with quickly.

Almost immediately he ran into some of the toe jam, a really cheesy cluster of it, that the chocolate and sweets had wrapped around. Biting into the clump he’d pulled into his mouth released it over his tongue, and he shoved a hand over his mouth to hold back his reaction. Bile flowed up his throat, threatening to overwhelm him, but with a supreme effort of will, he stopped it from slipping free.

At least that lick was enough to clean out that gap. Yes, there were some more to go, but that took care of one. It didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

That didn’t mean that it was easy as he made his way between the toes, spreading them gently before thrusting his tongue between them, tongue fucking the gap every time to get the cheese and the chocolate loose. Even when the two were separate – approximately one out of every five pieces knocked free were distinguishable – he still at the cheese. As nasty as it was, he ate it to avoid a potential punishment that would be worse, as well as in the hope of earning a few points with the Mewtwo.

Pokémon feet came in a variety of textures, he was beginning to notice, and Mr. Mime’s feet were no exception. Though they were feminine like other parts of her, the feet were definitely calloused and a little rough, though not nearly as rough as the ones that went around barefoot. They had marinated in the sweat and musk and filth in the shoes, too, so they had the taste and smell ingrained into the very skin of the feet. Particularly bad between the toes, where the wrinkles and webs that connected toes caught the contaminants and held them, he noticed.

He took another break just before the last gap between the toes, looking at it. This last gap had the least of the food between them, so at least he was almost done with Mr. Mime. He barely noticed that his Pokémon was fingering herself now beneath the pants that she wore, so focused was he on completing his task. Pete slowly spread the toes apart again, and leaned forward.

The smell slapped him with its pungency, but he was starting to get used to it, so what would have made him recoil in disgust was now barely noticeable to his acclimated nostrils. He forced his tongue down against the slimy mess between the toes and started slowly licking away layer after layer of the food. The sides of his tongue rubbed against the sides of the toes, collecting even more of the sweaty flavor on his tongue. He slurped it up along with the chocolate and wafers, pulling it into his mouth and forcing it down his throat. It was no less difficult than before, but at least it felt less disgusting.

Pete continued licking a few moments after all the food was gone, unaware that he had finished. Mr. Mime actually had to shove him away from her with a little kick to bring him back to reality. Panting as he landed on his butt, his cock throbbing so hard that it felt painful, he looked up just in time to see that his Pokémon had started cumming from both her fingering and from the stimulation he’d given to her feet.

Knowing that he’d given her some pleasure like that made him feel a little bit better, at least, enough to give him the strength to get up again and crawl between Medicham’s legs. Just this one, and he would be done. Just this last one.

Before he could even reach for her legs, Medicham lifted her legs up and gave him a little push back. He fell onto his back, lying down in front of the stump. She stood up before he could get up and laid her feet right on top of his face. Some of the icing got rubbed into his cheeks, and some of the food slipped off of his face and landed on the forest floor below. Giggling, she rubbed her foot covered, small feet against his face and against his lips in particular.

Realizing that he was free to lay there, as long as he kept licking, Pete let himself relax and just be controlled by his Medicham, licking at the toes and at the undersides of her feet. They were a lot less terrible than Mr. Mime’s, almost a pleasure to lick at, and as this was letting him recover his strength and some of his composure, he sure wasn’t complaining.

Medicham smiled down at him as she worked her feet over his face. Most of the food was either getting stuck to his cheeks or falling to the ground, but he didn’t really mind. So she used his face as a doormat instead of letting him lick her feet clean. He could live with that. In fact, it was kinda sexy to him. He moaned softly as she rubbed against his jawline gently, and swiftly found a toe shove into his mouth.

He jerked a bit in surprise, but settled down, suckling on the toe that she had in his mouth. It wasn’t that bad, since her feet were a little cleaner than the others. Yes, there was a slight hint of sweat, but it was recent, not the dried, caked on kind that had covered the feet of the rest of his Pokémon. It mostly just tasted like her, and that was a good taste. Smiling at her, he reached up and stroked her leg lightly, bobbing his lips up and down along her toe. She moaned at his actions just as he did, and he chuckled a little bit around her toe.

That giggle gave her the opportunity to slip more of her toes into his mouth, and due to the much smaller size of her foot compared to humans or even other Pokémon, she managed to get all of her toes into his mouth. As she wiggled her toes around in his mouth, food particles dropped onto his tongue, and he quickly swallowed them, sending the food to his stomach to be held with the rest of the junk he’d swallowed today. Just because she was taking charge, however, didn’t mean that he stopped putting in effort. He threaded his tongue between her toes, licking at them lightly to encourage her happiness. From his viewpoint under her feet like this, he could see that she was enjoying this at least as much as he was, her hips lightly twitching in midair, as if she wanted to hump something, or be penetrated by something. He almost pulled her toes out of his mouth to volunteer to do that, but he stopped himself at the last moment. Things were going good. Better not to rock the boat.

It seemed like only a few moments later that she pulled her foot out of his mouth, but no sooner had it left than she had replaced with the other one. She stroked the cleaned foot up and down his chest, rubbing at his chest and down to his belly, while he licked at the one in his mouth. A couple of times, she almost dragged it down to his groin, touching a toe to the twitching tip of his member, but she always pulled back before he might go over the edge. Whether that was good or bad, he no longer knew.

All he knew was that he was required to lick, and lick he did. He licked between her toes, along the undersides of her feet when the toes were pulled free, and along the heel. He licked over the tops of them, lapping at the soft and sensitive flesh of the last member of his team. His tongue lashed along her toes, teasing each one the way that he hoped she wanted him to do. He didn’t dare look up at her, just kept licking, removing the food from her foot and licking until there was no taste left. No sweat, no musk, no food, nothing at all. He might as well have been licking air.

After a few moments, he realized that was what he was doing. He opened his eyes and looked up, surprised, and saw that every member of his team was standing over him. They smiled down at him, and each one had a foot hovering over his member. It was twitching painfully, and even a breeze of air would have set it off at this point. If they actually touched his cock with a foot, he would probably collapse after a world shattering climax.

And that’s precisely what happened. Three feet rubbed against his shaft and against the tip, two feet played with his balls, and the final foot covered his face, filling it with the scent of both his cum and the Pokémon’s foot. All put together was too much for him, and his cock exploded. He remained awake just long enough to feel the cum splattering against his chest and against his chin before he blacked out, completely overwhelmed with everything that he had been put through.

As he slept, Alakazam teleported them back to the cabin they’d started from, and they all returned to their pokeballs, letting Pete wake up when he would. At that time, he’d find a note at his bedside, apparently written by the Mewtwo. It read:

You were such a good boy, Pete, and you fulfilled your part of the agreement. You won’t lose your license, and you’ll have my obedience in battle. In battle, mind you, so don’t go getting any ideas for telling me what to do outside of that. You might notice from here on out that your Pokémon are a little more lusty than they have been. Well, that’s because I told them all about your little secret lusts for them. I know everything that happens in your head, remember, and I saw a fantasy for every Pokémon that you’ve ever seen, and ever had. They will think they realized it on their own, of course, and they won’t be mad. I think you’ll be in for a looooong week dealing with all of them, hehe. Consider it my present for you.

Pete blinked at the note, and groaned as he fell back down on the bed. “Long week?” he muttered. “Try a long year!”

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