The story as promised XD

“Time to rest my gatr feet!” Sebastian/Seb calls out to no one as the construction worker plops himself in his makeshift office in a shipping container on the outskirt of the construction site he works at.
The large Feraligatr would typically have been working for more hours than he did now, lifting beams and welding them, pouring concrete and much more all around the place and getting all filthy and sweaty. But not today, the large Pokemon decided, as he kicks his booted feet up on the table in front of him, dust and crumbs of mud fall onto the table. Seb has managed to force his other fellow workers to take his shift such that he can take pretty much half the day off. As much as he felt guilty for relaxing on the job, he felt that he deserved it for all the effort he typically puts in. “Well if my boss doesn’t like it…whats he going to do to me anyway?” says as he flexes his bulky, strong arms with a grin before tucking both arms behind his head to snooze, unaware of the Houndoom that is his boss, peering at the buff, smelly Feraligatr as the gatr slips into unconsciousness.
“Hmm…” Seb moans abit in his sleep, as he tries to turn onto his side however, his arms and legs suddenly feel very restrained…like something is tying him down. “Wait…” his eyes opens, “What!?” Seb yells in shock as he is no longer in the safe confines of his office and is now strapped down to a large metal table in a very dark room. The cool metal table is tipped at an angle, with huge leather straps around his arms and legs, restraining him. However, the thing that surprised him the most…is the fact his boss is standing right in front of him, the Houndoom’s arms crossed.

“B..boss?” Seb stutters, struggling and squirming, trying to get free, “Whats going on?” The Houndoom simply rolls his eyes, “What do you think Sebastian? I’m punishing you for sleeping on the job. We need all the manpower we can get and yet you still decided to slack off.” Seb stared back in shock before angrily responding, “Well I deserve it! I work very hard too!” His boss simply shakes his head, “So does everyone but since you don’t want to work, might as well entertain me than.”

“How?” Seb ask, feeling worried all of a sudden but all his boss does is hit a button on the side of the table. “Since you aren’t working,” the Houndoom speaks as something moves under the metal table, “You won’t need those boots anymore.” Seb suddenly felt something grab his booted feet, a weight on each tips of his work boots. Glancing down, he gasp as he sees a pair of claws pinching the lip on the front of the soles of each boot, the sharp tips sinking into the rubber and damaging the boots.

“No…please…I need these!” Seb cries out to no avail as his boss simply hits another button and the machinery whirrs to life. As the cables on each claw tense up, the claws starts to pull on the soles, gradually adding more and more force on the boots. The tan, dusty leather begin to stretch as the claws pull, the boots refusing to give way but sooner or later, something has to give. “Brut!” the sound of ripping reaches Seb’s ear, causing the gatr to hold his breathe s his boot leather finally succumbs and rip, sending a plume of dust and shoe particle into the air. Almost immediately the scent of Seb’s unwashed feet, a fishy yet cheezy sour stench, fills the room, visibly making his boss seemingly get high. With the boots now ripped a slight bit, the rest of the boot fell apart, the stitchings plucking apart in a series of snaps, sending more filth into the air as the soles gets dragged downwards, exposing the beat-up insoles as well as the grand prize, Seb’s sweaty, soft feet.

Seb’s boss could barely help himself, giving those feet a lick, not caring how out of character he is getting all while Seb watches embarrassed. Upon each lick, Seb’s sensitive feet would curl their toes in response, showing his boss how great a punishment would be as he grabs a feather and wiggles them over one exposed foot while licking the other hard and fast, sending Seb into uncontrollable laughter, filling the room with something else other than musk.

Seb’s tried everything, scrunching his feet, splaying his toes, anything to reduce the torturous sensation but the sharp tickles just kept coming. Seb’s soggy skin were now covered in spit and sweat but nothing dampened the musk as the tickling continued and before Seb knew it, the large gatr couldn’t take it anymore and passes out.
Eventually Seb reawakens, sitting bolt upright hoping everything was just a dream, but the strong musky smell was all he needed to know that none of it was a dream and now Seb could only sit there and stare at the tattered rags on his feet which had once been his work boots.