Fragrance of the Foot III

An entire week had passed since the famous leader of Cerulean Gym had her mind and personality permanently altered to become one of the numerous Foot Sluts that were appearing all over the region in secret. Allie, the girl that introduced her to the world of worshipping female feet, had returned back to her mistress in Sinnoh as ordered. Allie made sure to grant Misty the power to turn others into Foot Sluts before departing. Unfortunately for her, it had been a slow week business wise so she had to brainwash all the Pokemon in the gym. Not that she minded that much.

Misty was sitting on her bed in the back room. The very same room she was converted. She was on the phone to her mistress, Victoria, busy in conversation while enjoying her Vaporeon giving her feet a licking massage.

“Sorry, Mistress Victoria,” she spoke, legitimate sadness in her tone, “I have turned no humans into Foot Sluts, only the Pokemon that were already at the gym.”

“Please, Foot Slut Misty, no need to be so glum. I am not upset with you.” Victoria replied in a caring voice. “I...please lick more gently, Foot Slut Allie...sorry about that. Your mistress is happy you have at least turned your loyal Pokemon companions into Foot Sluts.”

Suddenly, a Seel with dark blue spiralling eyes slid into the room, stopping only inches away from her trainer’s unoccupied right foot. After giving it one big downwards luscious lick, she glanced up at the trainer attached to it, clapping her flippers for attention. Misty gave the Seel a single stare before turning her consideration back to her chat with Victoria, a smile curling up on her face.

“Mistress Victoria, I do believe a trainer has just entered my gym.” She informed her mistress as she tickled the Seel’s tongue with her toes.

“Ah, that is some excellent news, Foot Slut!” Victoria exclaimed, followed closely by a chuckle. “I’ll leave you to it then. Make sure you report back to me with the delightful news of creating a new human Foot Slut.”

“I won’t disappoint you, Mistress Victoria,” the red-head stated before hanging up. “Seel, remain here and enjoy Vaporeon’s feet.”

Seel slapped her flippers together in glee and dived at Vaporeon, tongue stretched as far out as possible. Misty walked over to the dresser table to collect a pair of red tinted sunglasses, putting them on to hide the spirals swirling endlessly in her eyes. Heading out of the room, Misty walked in the direction of the gym entrance, eager to meet the unsuspecting human subject. Along the way, she couldn’t help but gawk in happiness at the wonderful sight of the Water-Type Pokemon enjoying each others’ feet in a variety of different ways.

At the foyer, her eyes met with a familiar female roughly around her own age. It took a few seconds for Misty to recollect where she had seen this young woman before. It was May. She is a popular Pokemon coordinator that started off her aspiring career from one of the neighbouring regions, Hoenn. Accompanying her, outside their balls, were only two of her loyal team of Pokemon – Her powerhouse Blaziken and her graceful Glaceon.

“Welcome to Cerulean Gym,” Misty greeted, trying her best not to glance down at May’s feet. “Are you here to challenge me for a badge? I warn you, I am very formidable.”

“Oh, I am sorry, but I am not looking for a gym battle.” May replied, rubbing the back of her neck, smiling nervously. “I just want directions to the new contest hall I heard was built somewhere in this city.”

“I am sorry, but there is no such thing in this city.” Misty informed her, taking a few steps forward. “If you are not here for a battle, at least let me show you around my gym.”

“I don’t know,” May answered unsurely, “what if a trainer comes during the tour?”

“No problem. There will just have to wait until I am free, May.” Misty replied, placing her arm around May’s shoulder, leading her into the gym area.

“You know my name?” May asked, blinking her eyes in surprise.

“Of course I do.” Misty commented, face beaming. “Who could forget your wonderful feet...um, feat at all those contests?”

“I knew I was popular, but I never imagined Gym Leaders would enjoy my performances.” May said, a smile curling up on her face.

“I am sure they do. I mean, I sure do.” Misty quickly corrected herself, followed up by a hearty chuckle. “Oh, look – it’s my loyal Floatzel!” she stated, pointing to an approaching Floatzel. “She’ll gladly show your two Pokemon around.”

May and her Pokemon gave the bipedal Water-Type a curious glance. The trainer’s eyes were mostly drawn to the Floatzel’s eyes. They were full of softly flowing aqua blue spirals similar to a clam whirlpool. May was a little spooked out, as were her Blaziken and Glaceon. When it was close enough, its head tilted downwards to happily gawk at the six pair of feet May’s Pokemon had to unknowingly offer.

“Um, what is up with your Floatzel’s eyes?” May inquired as politely as she could.

“My Pokemon are a special breed, May.” Misty explained to May as she began to lead her to the back room, leaving the coordinator’s Pokemon with the Floatzel. “Now then, let’s continue this tour.”

“But my Pokemon-“

“Your Pokemon are in good hands, trust me. When you see them again, they will be just as satisfied as you will be.” Misty reinsured May, giving her back a few gentle pats, urging her to enter the room under her own will.

“Do you live here?” May questioned, taking the first few steps into the room.

“I rather do think of this as an extra home, May,” the red-headed female answered, stepping in after, closing the door behind her.

The two of them were instantly welcomed by the Seel and Vaporeon, their mouths watering for the addicting, ever-satisfying taste of their trainer’s slightly damp feet. Misty halted their overjoyed frolic with a head shake, secretly signalling towards May. The two Pokemon nodded in unison, understanding their orders, and held back their refuelled fetish for the time being.

“This is a nice little room, Misty,” May complimented with a smile. “And your Vaporeon and Seel are so cute.”

Seemingly flattered by the girl’s comment, the two Pokemon smiled gratefully and made their way over to her feet. The two of them were very disappointed at May’s footwear restricting their view of her luscious bare feet. May was confused at the unusual behaviour and failed to notice that Misty had taken out a medical syringe from one of the drawers.

“Misty,” May began, gradually turning her head towards the leader. “Is something wrong with....Ow!” she exclaimed as her arm was lightly pierced with the syringe. “What was that for?!”

“I am sorry, May, but it was very necessary,” Misty nonchalantly replied wearing an innocent smile. “I am afraid you wouldn’t have understood under normal circumstances.”

“What are you talking about?” May inquired, already beginning to feel the effects of the sneaky injection. “Why did you...why....?” The coordinator’s head was spinning, her concentration dwindling like a candle flame in a breeze. “No...” she weakly mumbled, falling into Misty’s held out arms, fully losing consciousness.

An evil smirk emerged on Misty’s darkened complexion. “Sleep well, May,” she spoke, “when you awake, you shall experience the best joy of your life.”

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May awoke with an accustomed moan, her eyes slowly opening after a few flutters. The first thing she saw was the pale, unappealing ceiling. Her head was aching and she was feeling nauseous. The woozy girl tried to sit up, but was unable to do so due to her arms and legs being tied down securely to the bed.

“What is going on?!” she yelled out in distress. “Misty!” May cried out, beginning her period of desperate struggles. “Where are you?!”

There was no response from the scheming gym leader; she wasn’t even in the room anymore. However, May was far from being alone in the bedroom.

Her dismay switched to delight when she saw her Pokemon standing by the side of the bed. It had its back turned to her, but May was sure it was her own loyal Blaziken.

Blaziken’s eyes were an impressive, albeit menacing bunch of fiery orange spirals. Other than its eyes, there was another foreboding additional feature to its face. The Blaziken had a wide, devious smirk as its facial expression, alarming its timid trainer.

She felt the bed shake, as if someone jumped up onto the end of it. Sitting at the edge of the bed was her Glaceon and, very much like her once faithful Fire-Type, had a wicked grin stretched across its cold face. An unlit long cigarette-holder was in its mouth, titled upwards and frequently shifting from one side of the mouth to the other. In its eyes were ice blue spirals, swirling around in sync with the Blaziken’s.

“It seems the feet of my Pokemon had a secondary affect on your Pokemon, May,” Misty stated, walking into the room, now lacking her sunglasses, revealing her eyes to be nothing but red spirals. “Mistress did not inform me that sometimes the scent of the foot of a Foot Slut can turn others evil.”

“Evil?!” May fearfully exclaimed, her oculars expanding in shock.

“They are unforgiving when it comes to worshipping and licking your feet,” the swirly-eyed red head explained, travelling over to stand by the brainwashed Blaziken. “It’s almost scary the way they look while they suck on your toes. Luckily, I can stop them.”

“Why would you...?” she cut off her own sentence after feeling someone speedily sucking on one of her toes. “H-h-h-hey! Whoever that is, stop it!”

“Glaceon, I know her feet are tempting, especially now they are bare, but please restrain yourself,” Misty calmly ordered, glancing over at the Ice-Type Foot Slut.

Misty’s words were dominative enough to overpower the ice fox’s fetish. The Glaceon sat back upright, still looking in arousal at her trainer’s wiggling toes. She chewed the tip of her long cigarette-holder while swishing it around in her mouth as a substitute for a toe.

“You brainwashed my Glaceon too?!” May inquired, putting on a disgusted face.

“Brainwashed is such a misleading word, May,” Misty stated, wandering over to the Glaceon’s position. “The correct term is enlightenment.” She then walked to the other side of the bed, entering May’s sight once more. “You will not only understand, but appreciate it soon enough.”

“Just let me go!” May yelled, fear and panic escalating as her struggles proved to be in vain. “Blaziken! Glaceon! You have to fight your brainwashing and save me!

“I thought I told you that it’s not brainwashing, it’s purely a form of innocent enlightenment,” Misty pointed out for the second time, suspending her bare, sparkling clean foot over her captive’s nose. “Now then, young May, please keep calm and take good whiff of my beautiful feet.”

“Misty, this isn’t like you!” May apprehensively declared. “Why would a well respected gym leader do this to Pokemon and their trainers?!”

“It seems you know nothing about me, May,” Misty started to reply, waving her foot over the trainer’s nose. “I have always been a Foot Slut and my role as a gym leader is only a cover to attract future Foot Sluts for my mistress.”

May’s nose twitched, picking up the smell wafting from Misty’s foot. To her surprise, they weren’t as foul as one would expect. In fact, they smelt rather pleasant. She tried to move her head away, but Misty’s foot followed her every move, never leaving her a moment without smelling its unusual scent. Despite her situation, the young coordinator was feeling a sense of pleasure.

“Your feet smell so good,” May pleasantly admired, a small smile making an unexpected appearance on her once panic-stricken face.

“That’s right, don’t resist,” Misty spoke in a calm manner as she rubbed her big toe around the outside of May’s nostrils. “The smell of my feet is so refreshing and it makes you feel so good. Take as many whiffs as you feel necessary.”

The girl did just that; after taking a much prolonged inhale, she found herself appreciating the magnificent aroma of the foot, taking her newly found fascination to the next level. Misty giggled and used two of her toes to lightly pinch May’s nose before running them down it. May was enjoying every second of the foot play, signifying it by a wide smile and a cheerful giggle of her own.

“You love my feet, don’t you, May?” Misty proceeded to question, gently pressing up her soles to her face. “You have always loved them. I can tell by how easily you succumbed to the truth.”

At this point, May’s mind was in a muddle, clouded by the hypnotic fragrance. It was hard for her to distinguish between the truth and lies. Her interest in Pokemon contests, the one she had for years, was leaning towards being the fake as opposed to be a foot loving slut. Her free will and original mindset, almost now entirely absent, was being replaced with the hive mentality of a Foot Slut.

Blaziken and Glaceon watched on at their trainer getting her very mind rewritten, their designing smirks ever-present and tongues at the ready for some deliciously satisfying feet licking. May mumbled incoherently, her previous thoughts and lifestyle she held dear just the other day deleting themselves with the assistance of the mind altering smell of Misty’s feet.

“Say it, May,” Misty benevolently advised, positing her foot the closest she possibly could to the girl’s twitching nose. “There is no need to deny it any longer. You love my feet. You love your own feet. You love female feet of humans and Pokemon alike. You are a Foot Slut.”

Suddenly, May’s eyes erupted into a spinning display of blue spirals. “I love your feet,” she gleefully announced with an extended smile to boot. “I love my feet, I love feet of female humans and Pokemon alike. I am a Foot Slut.”

Now that the ex-coordinator was a fellow worshipper of feet, Misty untied her from the bed, allowing her to sit up and glance down at her own feet, which were covered in chilly saliva from her Glaceon. She suddenly felt the claws of her Blaziken tightly grip her shoulders to force her to lie back down. The threatening face of the overshadowing Fire-Type was the only thing May could see; not that she minded anymore.

“What a naughty Blaziken Foot Slut,” Misty commented, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You could have waited for me to issue my permission first, but oh well. I am done with our new Foot Slut for now. I have to go inform Mistress Victoria.”

Misty walked out of her room, leaving May to be a victim of foot play torture without a further care to give. The Glaceon swiftly hopped in to join her equally as sinister partner in the merciless sucking of the human’s squirming toes. This time around, May more than happily accepted it, even going as far as beckoning them with her toe.


To be continued?

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Wherever you live in this wild world, this could be considered either the first story of the year of the last story of the year.

As the title suggests, this is the third instalment of “Fragrance of the Foot”, but is it the last? Only time will tell.

I do not own Pokemon.