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It hadn't taken Heath long to disappear into the sauna, not when his own team was ready to hang him from the floodlights by his jockstrap. Hey, everybody had an off day; Heath just happened to have his during the most important game of the season. Wasn't that understandable? Heath thought it was, but the rest of his team wasn't so agreeable.

But here in the sauna, things were quiet. The steam sank into his pores, opening up his thick, gray reptilian hide, taking away the bite of the bruises. Heath was a Machoke, and a big one at that, some six feet of nearly impervious muscle... but he wasn't indestructible by any means, and being sacked twelve or thirteen times (he'd lost count after the sixth, which was when his helmet cracked) left him achy. So he relaxed against the seat, his sweaty butt squeaking on the damp hardwood. He propped up his heels on the coals, letting his sweaty soles bear the brunt of the radiating warmth. What sweaty, nasty funk was already on them slowly baked into something more intense.

There was just one thing which could have saved Heath from a nasty incident at the hands of his fellow Machokes (the Malicious Machokes they were called, and Heath was their star QB after "Veridical" Virgil evolved into a Machamp, the extra arms of which were considered an unfair advantage in football). It was a little playful bet, not something he had any intent of making good on, and none of the guys were expecting it either; but if he delivered now, it just might save him some grief.

The door opened, putting Heath on edge. He balled up a fist, his knuckles popping from the threatening gesture alone, but it wasn't one of his teammates out for blood. Instead it was the demure, diminutive, but delectable Abra whom he called his girlfriend, Suzue. A third-generation Japanese-American who met Heath after one of his football games, Suzue had absolutely no interest in the sport, having been there only with her father. What had drawn her inexorably to Heath was not his handsome face (but he was a very good-looking Machoke, even by the standards of such an attractive species) or his flawless muscles, but his feet. They were perfect, being so often filthy following a game that Suzue was able to overlook the likely brain damage and other crippling injuries football would inflict on her boyfriend just so she could taste his dirty feet after a couple hours of running and tackling and scuffling.

"Oh, it's just you," Heath sighed. Suzue smiled thinly, and the Machoke said with a smile of his own, "Uh, konnichiwa?"

"You know I don't speak Japanese," the Abra chuckled, padding closer to Heath. Her eyes were briefly on his face, but fell almost immediately to his feet. He knowingly wiggled his toes for her. "You played well, I think."

Heath laughed. "I fucking blew it, hon. Come on."

"Okay, so you totally screwed it up," Suzue admitted. Toward the middle of the room, the heat was sweltering. With no self-consciousness, she stripped out of all her clothing, panties included; her breasts were of such a small size that she never bothered with a bra. She knelt on the wooden bench just as her boyfriend twisted on his butt, lifting his feet away from the coals. "At least you've got something to show for it."

"Yeah, a bunch of bruises and smelly feet," Heath dryly said, smirking. He pivoted on his chiseled ass and thrust one of his thick, grubby feet into the Abra's snout. The point of her nose pressed briefly into the gap between two toes. He heard her gasp, saw her take his foot into her gentle paws. When the licks began, hard and eager from heel to toe, he growled, "Clean me up, babe. Nobody loves on my feet like you do."

A sweet noise escaped the Abra as she worked. To her, licking feet was more than a simple movement of the tongue; you had to mean it. She kissed here, there, everywhere on the bottom of his foot. Every whiff of rancid sweat and the grime from his cleats was a flavor to savor. Her thick, tapering tail swatted and beat on the wooden bench as she lapped off the filth which had encrusted her love's feet. She rubbed as she lapped, digging her thumbs into the meat of the muscles; Heath groaned appreciatively, rocking back on his butt.

The foot she wasn't licking kicked and rubbed on the seat one moment, the floor the next. He watched Suzue longingly, recognizing that the eagerness she licked and kissed his feet with was the same affection his girlfriends prior to her showed his penis. It was, also, the very same way he loved on her small, but beloved tits when she wasn't busy sucking the filth off his feet. Realizing the similarities made him smile and chuckle. Suzue opened her eyes and regarded him curiously. Heath waved it off. "Nothing, babe. You're just really cute." He winked. "Love you."

"You too," Suzue sweetly said, and exchanged one foot for the other. The first foot wasn't clean yet, not by a long shot, but she couldn't bear to let the other go too long without a little love. Much as she'd slathered and savored the first, she tore into her duties on the second with equally eager suckles and slobbers and smooches; but in fact, her actions were growing more intense. The flavor was no stronger on his other foot, but still it was beset by a rank stench and flavor, and because of it, her arousal was fast rising. Just like Heath's penis formed a tentpole under his towel, Suzue's pussy drooled onto the hardwood beneath its lips. Each lap made her think of foul foods like overaged cheese, verging on salty-bitter. In the polite world she actually hated the taste of strong cheeses, but the same taste on Heath's feet drove her wild.

Suzue's eager, pink tongue took on the gray hues of a pencil tip as she slobbered the dirt off her boyfriend's foot. Clean stripes gleamed in his arches, filthy only with slobber; shudder-inducing sour sweat clung to her tongue, assaulting her with its terrible potency even when she wasn't licking. Even then, she was going for just the broad strokes; the details could come later. With that in mind, she lowered his foot a bit, wrapped her lips about the big toe, and started to suck it like sucking a tit. She sucked it hard, tail swishing in delight, pussy swelling in need. Her smell was becoming apparent, though it was certainly not more raw than the incredibly offensive smells of sweat, musk, and dirty feet which Heath featured.

One after another, Suzue sucked all of Heath's toes. The successively smaller sizes meant nothing; she kept sucking them just as long and hard as the last with plenty of play from her tongue until each one practically sparkled. The taste of filth hadn't been as strong on them, however, and so she was earnest when she lapped downward, detailing each and every spot she'd missed in her larger, greedier strokes. She tongued every bit, even that which she'd already cleaned, laying down stripes of saliva in exchange for the grime he'd accumulated.

A smile on his face, Heath rubbed himself through his towel. His cock throbbed. When he had first met Suzue, he thought her foot fetish was the most unsettling thing he'd ever seen. Letting her lick his feet clean had been a novelty and nothing more, and afterward he'd put her on her back and fucked her missionary - a good and proper way to make love, none of that kinky foot shit for him. But as the days went by and he kept seeing Suzue, he found that he liked her - a lot, in fact, and he was getting ready to pop the question on her. And moreover, he didn't know when or how, but he'd come to enjoy the foot play. Something about seeing how happy it made her made him happy.

"Switch over, babe. You got that one clean," he sweetly said. "Ain't gonna get no more flavor out of it, trust me."

"Even when it's not filthy, it tastes so good," Suzue whined, nuzzling into his foot, which dribbled with saliva. Indeed, that nasty flavor went deeper than the surface grime, and she could still taste it with ease. "I can't help myself."

"You sure can't," Heath murmured, smirking. He pulled back his foot, causing her to whine again. He thrust the other foot in so fast that he bopped her nose. "Lick this one. Finish what ya' started, babe, c'mon. I'll give your pussy a nice footjob after."

The very notion saw Suzue spring back into action, slobbering upon that partially-cleaned foot like she'd been possessed, yet in spite of the quick and needful way she worked, her actions were undoubtedly loving. Soft moans escaped her open mouth, distorted though they were by her tongue as it twisted into all kinds of crazy shapes to lap across Heath's foot and savor its pungency. So much sweat and filth caked her tongue by then; she had sand in her mouth, crunching between her teeth when she dared to close her jaws and swallow, but it was wonderful because it came from his feet. That made it all wonderful and a treat to gulp down.

Suzue was patently thrilled by the idea of getting a footjob. She'd never heard of women getting them before, though she knew it could be done to men, as she'd done so many times to Heath. Heath, in fact, hadn't known it could be done to girls either; he'd just gone for it one night, rubbing and pinching her muff with his big, freshly-cleaned feet until she squirted for him in a way he couldn't achieve with his tongue or his cock. And then she'd cleaned his feet for a second time, because it wouldn't do to leave him covered in her stuff like that. It led to him giving her a second, then a third rubbing with a subsequent cleaning. They both enjoyed the recursion.

The Abra came up on the final step: sucking the toes clean, though she started at the pinky just to mix things up. She moaned like a whore, sucking each one so firmly and fondly. Her pussy was sopping by then but she didn't waver in her duties. Only when she popped her lips off the big toe did she look expectantly to Heath, falling back on the bench and parting her thighs. "Oh, god, Heath," she whimpered. "Be rough."

"Um... Well, actually," Heath tittered, strumming his covered cock, "I kinda bet you on the game."

"You--, you bet me?" Suzue blinked, sitting up slowly. She kept her legs apart, pussy bared and eagerly waiting.

Heath smiled toothily. It was a smile which begged forgiveness but earned none. "Yeah. So, uh, ye-e-eah... the rest of the Machokes are probably gonna want their feet licked. The other team--."

"That bunch of Rhydons?" she whined.

"Them too," Heath affirmed, his smile taking on a cheeky quality. He got up off the bench, dropping his towel and grabbing his shorts. Suzue watched him dress, taking a longing look at his muscular behind and his backsack, though her gaze predictably drifted down to his feet again. "So, um. I'm gonna make myself scarce, 'cause if they see me, they're gonna yank my jock up around my ears," he chuckled.

The delicate Abra stood, clasping her paws before her slim belly. Like so, she appeared so small and vulnerable that Heath almost felt bad about the fate he was leaving her to... but then he remembered how much she loved feet, and he smiled winsomely. He smooched her cheek (she forced a kiss on his lips instead, which he didn't resist), and then squeezed her. "Hey, after this, how's about I take you out to that fancy sushi place in town, babe?"

Suzue smiled. Heath could feel affection radiating from her; positive emotions tended to bleed from her psychic mind. So did negative ones, but she was rarely upset. "I will hold you to that, I hope you know."

Heath winked. "You better. Later, sugar."

It was just as bad (or good, if you looked at it from Suzue's point of view) as Heath suggested. Nearly three hours of podiatric bliss for Suzue came and went as she slathered and slurped the rank and grimy feet of what seemed like every athlete in the city. She discovered that night that a Rhydon's feet had a particularly earthy flavor, and although she loved her Heath very much, she made a mental note to ask if he'd let her get a footjob from one of them sometime.

By the time Heath peeked into the locker room, where rumor had it there was an Abra servicing all the nasty feet in the university, she appeared beyond exhausted. She was draped back on the bench, her head in a pool of sweat most certainly from an athlete's butt. Her tongue hung slack from the corner of her mouth, grubby and black, and her pussy was pink and swollen in a way Heath hadn't seen since she'd gone into heat last year.

Heath straddled the bench, putting his meaty hands on her knees. She sighed and glanced down at him, her expression unamused, though her body told another story. "There you are. Not only did those Rhydons need their feet licked--," she paused then added in a thoughtful tone, "oh, and we're going to have a talk about those guys."

The Machoke laughed. "Go on. You were sayin'?"

"Well. Not only did those Rhydons get their feet licked, but so did the Blazikens in the MMA program, and the Buizels from the swimming team. And let me tell you, those webs on their feet add a lot more surface area than you'd think."

A grin tugged at Heath's face. He rubbed his crests as if smoothing back hair. "So what's the problem?"

"There isn't one," Suzue admitted sheepishly.

Heath chuckled and leaned over her, planting a smooch on her little tits, then her cheek, and finally her lips. He rumbled pleasantly as he asked, "Wanna get some sushi now?"

She squeezed around his dense neck, and gasped when he pulled her up by it. She threw her shaky legs around his middle and said as his hands closed on her rump cheeks, "I'd like to, but after all those feet," she smiled thinly, "I think I've eaten all I can tonight."

Another laugh from the Machoke. He pecked her cheek again and set her down. "Well, get dressed," he coolly said. "You can just watch me eat. Or lick my toes under the table. Your call."

Suzue tried to glare at Heath, but it was impossible. His smile made her scowl break, and then she started to laugh. "I love you. Even if you're a bonehead."

"I love you too, even if you're a gross foot fetishist," said Heath with a wink. He palmed the ring box in his hip pocket. Maybe she wasn't going to eat any sushi, but he had the feeling she was gonna love the trip to the restaurant either way.