It was late in the afternoon, and Reinhold was casually talking with Burton in his office as both of them had finished their duties for the day. The two Pokémon were talking about potentially getting together with the rest of their friend group and go out and have a drink tonight. As they talked, Burton couldn't help but notice that not only was Reinhold resting his right foot on his knee, but he also had removed his shoe. Honestly he should have suspected it, as randomly during their conversation Burton could suddenly smell what can only be described as a foot fresh from a shoe, and he knows that smell better than anyone else considering how he's a coach. As the two continued to talk though, Burton could see faint bits of movement coming from the sole of the Terrakion. It didn't take Burton that long to connect the dots and realize that those dots were actually micro students that were plastered to his foot. "Ho ho ho, you know you got some visitors there Rein?" Burton chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest. "Taking it upon yourself this time to administer some punishments I see?"

"No no, I know they're there..." Rheinhold responds as he wiggles his toes a bit, lightly squishing the student caught between them. "And they're not in trouble, just a bit unlucky. I had accidentally bumped into a table that they were all standing on while I was airing out my shoes. Didn't see the handful that fell into my shoes until I put them back on." He then moved his left hand towards his sole and began to idly massage it with his thumb, much to the dismay of the students stuck to it as they were run over by the giant diget and forcibly pressed into his sole. He knew there were others still in his now discarded shoe, along with even more in his other shoe that still had his foot inside of, but they'll have to wait a bit longer before they get a break. He gives the ones still in his other shoe a playful squeeze before he returns his attention to Burton.

"Now ain't that a little unprofessional?" Burton teased.

"You're one to talk Burt." rebutted Reinhold, "I'm willing to bet there are some in your shoes right now as we speak.". Burton couldn't help but just chuckle, mostly because Reinhold was correct. He forgot he put some students in his sock after they were disqualified from a game played during class today, and didn't realize they were still in there until he put his sock back on after class and felt them wiggling around under his foot and between his toes. He knows he really should let them out now, but he didn't want to have to retie his shoes again so he decided he'll let them out later. Burton then gave his sock occupants a playful squeeze with his sweaty toes as he continued to chat with Reinhold.

"Should we head out then?" Burton asked, "I got a text from Malik saying they're all heading to the bar now."

"And drink more of the pisswater you Americans call beer?" Reinhold chuckled, a rare sight from the usually stoic man, especially to the students stuck to his foot. "Alright then." He takes a look down at his foot that he's been massaging, the students dazed from being repeatedly pressed into the sole of his foot. "Sorry about this, but we need to get a move on. I'm sure you little ones don't mind spending another few hours down there, right?" He asked. However, before any of the students could muster a response, he quickly slipped his foot back into his shoe, sealing them once again inside their musky and sweaty prison. "That's great to hear, you little ones sure are some overachievers." He teasingly states as he stands up, applying a bit of pressure to illicit a few cracks from the students in both shoes as now the Terrakion's full weight firmly pressed down on them. Thanks to his abilities that make his feet extra sensitive, he's able to feel every crack the student's bodies make as he applies pressure on their little bodies. This sends a pleasant shiver up Reinhold's spine as looks over and see Burton with a knowing look on his face.

"Must be nice being able to feel every crack like that." Burton remarks with a grin, "My big ole stompers only seem to be good at getting sweaty. Speaking of which..." Burton says as he kneels down to get closer to his right foot. "If any of ya'll down there wanna give Coach Maynard a hand by licking his sweaty foot clean, he might just appreciate that enough to give you some extra credit." Burton then gave the students in his sock another playful squeeze with his foot and wiggle of his toes to help encourage them to start. When he stands back up, he's relieved to feel their little tongues starting to clean his sweaty sole and the gaps between his toes.

"Now then, let's get a move on." Reinhard says as he finishes gathering his items from his desk. The two leave the building and start heading towards the bar where Malik and the others are waiting, opting to walk to make the most out of the occupants in their shoes, much to their displeasure. They shouldn't worry though, as Reinhold will make sure they're all properly compensated once finished. In the meantime though, hopefully they're all comfortable with the smell, taste, and feeling of giant walls of flesh crushing them, as it will likely be quite a few hours before those students see the light of day again.

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Holy moly this was another case of me writing and just not being able to stop, as the horni brain just kept flowing. Even though Coach Maynard isn't even in the drawing itself, the idea I came up with was too good to not write up.

I've been meaning to get a picture of my Torrekion in his suit, and when I saw Futonmania was doing his Futon Faturday stream, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to both get a quick sketch of him in his suit, and finally commission an artist I've been following for a while~

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Sketch is from  FutonMania