The Runner's Feet
By Draconicon


(Note, all Pokemon in this story are in anthro form, not their normal feral form. Thus, the reason why Wailord has feet at all. Please keep this in mind.)

Skitty grinned to herself as she ran along the sides of the marathon path, watching the various runners from the different schools in the city. There were a lot of other pokemorphs out there, lots of runners that went from her size all the way to giant dragon types, all of them running through the streets towards the finish line. 

She almost wished that she was part of them. After all, she was a pretty good runner, though definitely not as good or as fast as some of the others in the group. Still, it would give her a chance to run with...him.

The feline pokemorph caught sight of the runner she was looking for, and she grinned, waving at him as she ran alongside. 

Wailord waved back at her, the powerful water type running along with sweat running down his head. His shirt was drenched with sweat from the hours long run, and the numbered sign on his chest no longer bounced. Instead, it stuck to his shirt as he ran along, the wetness keeping it pinned down. The big muscled guy looked away from her, focusing on the track instead. 

She had to stop running as the crowd got thicker, watching Wailord suddenly pick up speed, his bare feet kicking off of the ground as he ran along, pushing him forward faster and faster. He passed by a Growlith and an Arcanine, and for a moment, he held himself even with a Ninetales. Skitty shouted, calling for him to run just a little faster, a little further.

At the last moment, Wailord put on a little more speed, and the camera flash went off. The crowd went wild, and despite leaning this way and that, Skitty couldn't quite tell what had happened. Grumbling to herself, she forced her way through the different pokemorphs in the crowd, squirming around those that she couldn't push out of the way, and forcing her way around those that were smaller than her. 

After almost five minutes, she managed to make it to the head of the crowd, just in time to see the winners getting up on a pedestal. Her eyes locked with the water type, grinning as he walked all the way up to the first place pedestal. She shouted and cheered with the rest of the crowd, jumping up and down, throwing her arms up in the air as he was handed the gold medal. Wailord waved out at the crowd, only pausing for a second when he caught her eyes before continuing to look around, continuing to wave.

A few more pictures were taken by some of the high school and college reporters, and then the runners were marched off to different tents to allow them a chance to cool down and relax before they had to go home. Skitty watched Wailord get led off towards the Champion's tent, a bright red tent that was only given to the winner of the yearly marathons. He walked through, but refused to let his helper come along with him, keeping them outside the tent. 

She grinned, and walked over to one of the vendors at the side of the track. A Tentacool pokemorph, he stood on two legs, but had tentacles for arms, and his mouth was hidden in shadow. "Hey, can I buy a little water from you, please?" she asked.

"Sure," the 'cool said with a nod of his dome. He grabbed one of the bottles in tentacle, and held out the other for money. "That'll be two - "

Skitty just passed a few bills over to the Tentacool before taking the bottle, not bothering to wait for change. Turning around, she dodged around a few security folks that were standing around the barrier between the crowds and the street. They called for her to stop, and then started to chase her when she ignored them. 

They caught up with her just as she reached the tent, but before they could drag her away, she shouted, "Wailord! Wailord, it's me, Skitty! Can I come in?"

"Skitty?" The tent opened as Wailord poked his head outside. He looked down at Skitty for a moment before looking at the two security guards, two Houndooms. "Hey, you can let her go. She's fine, she's fine."

They held her for a second longer before letting go, jogging back to their posts. Skitty glared at them for a moment before turning with a smile. "Thanks for sending them off. Can I come in for a bit?" she asked.

He shrugged, and slid his head back inside. Taking that as a yes, Skitty followed him in.

As soon as she stepped inside, her nose was filled with a salty musk, a powerful potent scent that almost knocked her back before she got control of herself. The smell was somewhat familiar, but she'd never smelled it this powerfully before. It sunk right into her nose, and she could almost swear that she could taste the smell, if that was even possible. It was that strong.

The source was obvious. She looked down at Wailord's bare feet, the bottoms of his feet off of the ground, the undersides wet and filthy with all the running that he had been doing. She could see sweat droplets running down the bottoms of his feet, slowly running down to drip off of his heels on the ground. The sweat was copious enough that it was even cleaning his feet in a way, dragging off some of the dirt that had caked onto it during his run. Not enough to clean it fully, of course, but enough to make tracks through the dirt on his feet.

It must have had something to do with him being a water type, she thought to herself. They would probably sweat more than the others. 

Then again, they needed more water than others, too, so she walked over to him, doing her best to not stare down at his feet. They were so...so big, almost half as big as her entire body. "Um, I brought you some water, Wailord," Skitty said, holding out the bottle.

"Thanks," he said with a smile, taking it out of her hand. He uncapped it and started drinking from it, and while his head was turned away from her, she went back to looking at his feet.

Closer up, the smell was stronger, and though it was salty, musky, sweaty, something that should have bothered her, she found herself licking her lips instead of being repulsed by it. She was tempted to reach out and touch his foot, but she grabbed her wrist before she could actually do it. That would be a little...a little weird, no matter how much she wanted to for some strange reason.

Wailord brought his head back down as she turned her eyes back up to his face, and he put the water bottle down. "Thanks for bringing me that, Skitty," he said with a smile. "I needed that after such a long run. That was murder, running that far."

"Well, you were running barefoot," she pointed out. She gestured at them. "Doesn't it hurt running around like that, with no shoes or anything to cover you up, getting them all sweaty from running on all that hot, hard pavement?"

"Heh, do you think that they really make any kinds of shoes for feet my size?" he asked, lifting one foot up. He held it up towards her. "I mean, look. It's huge."

It really was, almost big enough to cover her from her knees to her face, and definitely big enough to completely bury her under it.

The thought was strangely sexy, she thought to herself, and she leaned forward just a bit, just enough to touch the side of her cheek against the sweaty foot.

It was hot and smooth, wet and dirty and almost muddy from all the stuff he had walked through, the bottom of the foot still somewhat soft despite all the calluses it must have built up during Wailord's training. Leaning against it, feeling the texture of it, was rather...enticing.

Before she could do more, though, he pulled his foot back hurriedly. Skitty worried that she might have been caught, but he was blushing rather than looking upset. "Sorry about that, Skitty. I know my feet are all sweaty and gross right now. I thought that I had a little more room to not touch you; must have been mistaken."

She grinned before she could stop herself, grabbing hold of the bigger pokemorph's toe before he could pull it all the way back. He stared at her as she pulled herself a bit closer. "Wailord, we're friends. This is nothing," she said, patting his foot lightly, feeling some of the sweat come off against her hand. It was slimy and wet in a way, and it stunk, but yet she somehow loved it. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to her crotch, and suddenly she was rather happy to have the foot between her and Wailord, just so he couldn't see how she was getting her shorts a bit wet at the thought of his sweat and his foot.

"We might be friends," Wailord said as he tried - futilely - to tug his foot back, "but that's still pretty gross. My feet are going to need a hell of a cleaning before I can even get back in the house."

Sensing an opening, the feline pokemorph stepped in a little closer, part of her body pressed up against the water type's foot. His muddy, sweat soaked foot pressed against her, half soaking and half messing her shirt from the pressure, but she didn't care. "Heh, if you're going to need to clean up your feet, why don't you let me help, hmm? I think that I could save you a little time at least."

"You'd do that for me, Skitty?" Wailord asked with a look of relief. "You know it takes me forever."

"Of course," she said with a nod, grinning a little more than the act really merited. But the look on Wailord's face told her that he was still clueless.

"Well, that's great." He pointed towards the tent flaps. "You can probably get some towels from the marathon people, if - "

"Wailord?" 

"Yeah?"

Skitty smiled, using both arms to lift the water type's foot up a bit. She pressed her face against the sole of his foot, and gave one long, wet lick. The mud and grime of the streets mixed with her saliva and his sweat, and while the taste wasn't quite as delightful as she would have liked, it was definitely better than it should have been. Hell, she barely gagged as she pulled the mess of her tongue into her mouth again. She chewed through it, biting it into miniature pieces, lowered Wailord's foot again so he could see the stuff in her mouth, and then swallowed.

It took three full swallows, and not a small amount of gags, to get the whole mouthful down her throat, but she managed it, and all while he was watching. She could have sworn that his eyes were going to bug out of their sockets, but he didn't stop her. All he did was blush as he watched, and only when she opened her mouth again did he have anything to say. "You shouldn't...shouldn't do that, Skitty," Wailord said, trying again to pull his foot away. "That's...that's not -"

"Heh, don't tell me you don't like it, Wailord," she said, dragging her tongue along his foot again. She could feel the grime coming loose from his skin, peeling off in layers on her tongue. It didn't taste the best, but his sweat made it tolerable, if only just barely. She swallowed another mouthful before licking his foot again, dragging off another layer of grime, and then another, each lick cleaning his foot the way that a mother Skitty cleaned her younger ones.

She could see his blush getting worse and worse every time she licked his foot, and even after she got a part of his foot clean, she kept licking at it, wanting to taste more of his foot flesh. It was wet and hot, still sweating from the long run. The taste of his sweat was almost identical to the smell, harsh and salty with a great deal of hot musk along with it, and she loved it. Each lick sent a little spark of pleasure down between her legs, driving her to keep licking more and more, cleaning the flesh to the point of making it spotless.

When his foot was just as wet with her spit as it was with his sweat, then she moved over to the other. In the process, she could see that there was something else getting blood in addition to the blood rushing to his face. The bulge in Wailord's pants was getting bigger, too, and she wondered if she could make his running shorts rip from all the licks she was giving his feet.

Well, she was going to find out. Laying on her side with his feet facing her, she started to drag her head along his foot. It was easier and more effective than just dragging her tongue along his foot, she found, as it covered more of an area that way and didn't make her mouth quite so exhausted. The burning grime along her tongue did add up a lot faster, though, so Skitty also had to keep chewing through the muck and breaking it down into smaller pieces as she collected more of it at a time before going back to her licking.

That didn't stop her, though, as she was eager to see his cock burst out of his pants. She could see it throbbing through the fabric, absolutely huge but still growing even as she kept licking. She could feel the taste of the grime on his foot weakening as she cleaned it thoroughly, getting it nice and wet and tasting exclusively of foot and sweat. It was so very good, so very tasty, and it was hard to take a break and look around his toes at his cock, her tongue wanting to keep tasting Wailord's feet.

As she licked between his toes at some of the last bits of pure sweat, she could see that his cock was hard, and that the running shorts were struggling to contain his cock. Wailord's eyes were closed and he was blushing hard, almost as if he was trying to ignore what she was doing, as if ignoring it would make the stimulation and the good feelings go away. The blush was clear enough evidence that he enjoyed it, though, and the bulging cock made it even more obvious that he didn't really want Skitty to stop.

Not that she wanted to stop either. She grinned as she swiped her tongue side to side just under the toes, and heard a small moan slip free from the water type's lips. Yes, he was getting pretty close, and that bulge was going to rip those shorts any second now.

She pushed the feet together, so that the arches and the big toes were right against each other. Now that they were close, she could tend to the both of them at once. 

Dragging her tongue along from the heel up to the toes, Skitty made sure to lick every inch of one foot before sliding her tongue along each of those damp toes, licking them gently, lightly, all along the little arc that they made from one foot to another. From there, she slowly licked down the other foot, starting at the bridge, working down the arch, all the way down to the heel. She tasted her own spit and the still coming sweat from her friend, and each mouthful made her moan softly. She muffled the sound against the semi-giving foot flesh, but she was sure that Wailord heard at least some of her moans despite her best efforts.

RIIIIIIP!

Her next lick was interrupted by a loud rip, and Skitty looked up in shock to see that Wailord's pants had finally given up the fight against his bulging cock, splitting open and letting his shaft out, pointing up towards the roof of the tent. The thing was huge, throbbing, veiny, and added its own kind of musk to the room. 

Skitty giggled at the huge blush that crossed Wailord's face as his cock was revealed, and slowly got to her feet. She knew that he had to be able to see the wetness covering the crotch of her pants, but she let him look for a moment before walking to the tent flap. "I'll...heh...I'll get you that towel now," she said.