A requested story by  Mike the Braviary A bit short but I hope you enjoy it.

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Frog legs

A calm hill in the middle of a lush savanna. A single tree ontop of it. In the shadows of the dawn sinking sun, are a trainer and his trusted Pokémon. They are resting there tired bodies after a day of traveling and hard training. They are just sitting side by side, looking into the far distance. John was the humans name and by his side was his partner Greninja. John made a deep breath:“ You know Greninja. You trained so hard today. You always train so hard. I feel like that I don´t apppreciate it enough what you do for me. Tell me. Is there something I can do for you?“
The frog Pokémon looked at his smiling trainer and began to think. Well there was something, Greninja sometimes dreamed about. Alright now is the time. Greninja lifts up his hand and points to his feet with an asking:“ Gre?“
John now looked down to the resting frog feet:“ Your feet? You want a foot massage? Well...“
But then greniinja blushed of pure embarasment and waved his hands:“ Gre gre ninja greninja!“
But it was to late. John slides down and watched the nervous wiggling Greninja feet in front of him. The feet are slim built, with a long heel and two spreaded toes, which ended into circle shaped tips, between the toes was a big filthy patch of webbed. John began the massage by rolling his thumb over one of the toe tips. This slight touches already made Greninja feel more comfortable and the nervous feeling got replaced with a relaxed one. He never thought that John could be such a gifted foot maseur. The frog Pokémon laid back and let his master do. John now took the right foot into both hands and rubs his thumbs deep into the blue footsole. It was sweaty and squishy, but Greninja enjoyed it that much, that he made a deep relaxed croak. The right foot was done, and John moved over to the left one. Greninja could not resist to spread and wiggle his right foot. John was happy how much his Pokémon enjoyed this massage. The human intentionally left out the webbed for a very special treatment. After some more rubbing, he pretend to be done:“ There this should be done, Did you liked it buddy?“
Greninja points his hand to the sky and gave out a very satisfied:“ Gre.“
John flashed a smile and grabbed the frog foot again, and lifts it up. Before Greninja couuld react in any way. John pressed his nose into the rubery webbed and took a deep sniff. The smell was a combination of sweat, dirt and old stagnant water. The smell was so strong that it brought tears into Johns eyes:“ Boah! What an intense smell. And I thought I got used to your natural smell.“
The frog Pokémon began to giggle. And could not resist to press its feet into Johns face. And rubbing them all over the place. The human struggled to escape the smelly feet and the dirt was wished all over his face. Until Greninja went into the full offense and pressed his toe into Johns mouth:“ Hey Greninja! What´s the big idea?“
Greninja went further and coiled Johns arms with his long extended tongue. And it was time for the final step. As he saw that John looked him. The mischievous frog pointed to his feet and then to his own tongue, and then made slurping sounds. The trapped human didn´t understood at first, it´s hard to think when a stinking frog toe penetrates your tongue with a taste that was indescribably. The taste was even stronger than the smell, that´s for sure. And now He understood what his Pokémon wanted and John just sighed an:“ Alright.“
Greninja smirks and retracted his toe out of the warm human mouth and holds his feet close together in front of Johns mouth, who sticked his tongue out and licked over the filthy frog feet. It was such an intense taste that it almost stunned his tongue. However, the more he licked the better the taste became, and he even began to enjoy it. With the big highlight as he stuffed the rubery webbed into his mouth and then sliding his tongue over it, to gather loads of tasty dirt from it. After awhile the feet are saliva dripping, but clean, and Greninja freed his human from the coilung tongue. John nuzzled his face into the saliva dripping feet:“ Oh greninja. I hope this satisfied you enough. I had my fun, and maybe we can do this again sometime?“
Greninja nods and croaked a happy:“ Gre Greninja.“