You feel tired after all your hard work, so you decide to rest up a bit... As you pass by the sleeping pichu, you look at his feet again. "Hmm...maybe I'll sleep there," you say, tiredly walking up to the pair of yellow soles. You lay down on one of them, and instantly notice the musky smell emanating from the vibrant foot. It smells quite...nice, actually. You lower your head, enjoying the scent and sight of his feet, as they look quite sweaty, and you start to rub your body against the flat underside of your pichu's huge foot, basking in the pungent odor. The scent is quite strong, and you eagerly breathe it in, while stroking the pichu's soft yellow skin. Pichu's feet were so sweaty from running around all day, you lay your head against the center and rub it, forcing the microscopic droplets of sweat to creep out from the pores, giving pichu's foot a nice glossy effect. As you twisted and turned, writhing in your own pokemon's perspiration, pichu's feet wrinkled as he wiggled his toes in his sleep, cooing, "Chuuuu..." as if enjoying the treatment in his slumber. You stick out your tongue and lick the soft, grimey sole, lapping up sweat, skin oils, bodily fluids, sloughed dead skin cells, and dirt, gathering it all in your mouth to have pichu's entire foot concoction flush bathe itself down your throat, strings of it clinging to the top of your mouth in a slimy mess, your inner mouth washed with the goo. You continued to swallow it down, then licked your lips in anticipation and continued to lick pichu's sweaty, smelly foot, cleaning it of all its bacteria and dust.
You then move onto the toes. You crawl downwards and stare into the creamy passages in between his little yellow digits, a sort of pasty slew of cheesy-like sludge filling that had been built up after so many days of excessive training inbetween each one. You grin like a maniac and happily invite the toe jam into your mouth. You bend over and slurp up the tasty crud coating the crevices, swallowing mouthfuls of your pichu's toe cheese, gulping down till each "piggy" was clean of that delicious, jelly-like substance, your maw sealed with the gunk, which went down in a vile lump as you ingested it... Feeling quite full from your greasy meal, you get back up and lay your head down back against the sole, covered from head to toe in foot sweat, your soaked clothes plastered to your skin with the salty fluid, hair bleached in the liquid, but you didn't mind. You happily sigh, then lay your head down and close your eyes, hugging the toe next to you. You reeked of his foot odor, and pichu, sleeping soundly, oblivious to all that had just occured, yet a cheeky grin was etched across his face, as if he knew what was going on the whole time. You close your eyes, loving the warmth the backpaw provided. You could almost feel the blood running through the tender yellow flesh of your pichu's foot, it was so cuddly and snug, sweat-ridden and all. You take one last lick of the savory heel, then quickly fall asleep, tightly hugging the skin of the mouse pokemon's sole. The last thing you hear before you drift off is a faint "Piiii..."
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