Here is a story related to my Machoke pic: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61502293/


Toes Before Bros: Machokes Surprise



Machoke had been training hard all day and the woods were alive with the sticky heat of summer. Insects were droning in the humid air as Machoke ran through his exercises. He had been focusing mainly on his lower body and his powerful legs pounded the dirt, twisting and lunging perfectly with each practiced routine. Each heavy footstep cracked twigs beneath his soles and as he leapt and kicked again and again, sweat rolled down the thick, toned muscles that he had proudly gained across his grey body.

His feet were on fire, every step pulsing with a deep ache, but it was a good pain that told him he was getting stronger. Eventually, Machoke had to rest and he found a thick oak tree where he dropped to the ground beneath it. As he leaned back against the rough bark, he let out a low, satisfied groan. His arms draped over his wide chest and his eyes quickly began to close as the warm breeze rustled the leaves above. The noises of the forest and the fading warmth of a long day rapidly sent him drifting into a heavy sleep. His feet sprawled out in front of him, tired but proud. His toes splayed slowly as the grass swayed gently around him.

Several hours passed and Machoke snored slowly. The daylight began to fade and the air started to turn chilly. That was when he felt it.

A warm, small pressure on the ball of his foot. It was a thumb digging in carefully, rolling in slow, firm circles. Another small hand pressed into his heel and the fingers spread across Machoke's sore muscle, kneading in tiny movements. It was a soft gentle sensation that made its way up Machoke's legs. It was almost ticklish, but so precise that it made his feet twitch and caused a relaxed, but confused noise to erupt from his throat.

The touch came again, firmer now and pressing into the arch. With it came a new sensation - the feel of warm breath through his toes. Whoever was there, was sniffing his foot as they massaged it. On his other foot, something felt wet and slimy. It moved between his toes and wrapped itself around them like some kind of leech.

As he blinked awake, his vision remained blurred. The sleep fogged his brain but he could see two figures - one at each foot and one of them had his toes in its mouth, sucking them like lollipops.

“Hmm...what the...?”

When his vision cleared, Machoke jolted fully upright and his head instinctively jolted forward to see the figures were two Machop, crouched at his feet. They froze, eyes wide as saucers with their small hands still clutching his feet, the silence thick around them. The one sucking on Machoke's toes froze with his tongue still poking out between them and saliva running down Machoke's skin.

“What...the hell are you two doing?!” Machoke roared, yanking his feet back and curling his toes into the dirt.

Machoke had never felt so violated and the Machop pair flinched hard, nearly falling backward as they raised their hands in front of them, like they were surrendering.

“W...we’re sorry!” one yelped with tears appearing in the corners of his eyes.

“Please, Machoke, don’t be mad!” the other stammered, his voice cracking as he lowered his head in shame.

Machoke glared at them and his chest heaved with a mixture of confusion and anger.

“Are you freaks or something?!” he barked, pointing at them accusingly. “You were sniffing my feet?! Licking them?! Touching me while I was sleeping?! That's insane!”

The Machop whimpered and their faces drained of colour. Their shoulders trembled and one swallowed hard, his small fists clenching at his sides.

“We...we saw you training,” he said shakily, “and we were so impressed by how fast and strong your footwork was...and your feet...they look so appealing...”

“We just wanted to see them up close!” the other blurted out with tears dripping down his cheeks. “We didn’t mean to do anything bad! We just...needed to see them up close. I...I wanted to massage them...taste them..."

Machoke’s eyes narrowed and his skin crawled. The idea of being touched while he slept sent a hot flush through his chest. He looked down at his feet and could see the fresh saliva still dripping from his toes and his anger increased. He felt like roaring at them until they ran screaming.

“You two are seriously messed up!” he growled, fists tightening, "How sick in the head are you?!"

“Please, we’re sorry!” one Machop sobbed, dropping to his knees and bowing his head to the dirt. “We won’t do it again! Please don’t hurt us!”

“Don’t tell anyone about this!” the other begged, “We’ll do anything!”

Machoke stared at them and part of him felt a little pity at how pathetic they were behaving. His breathing was heavy and the anger he had slowly vanished, leaving behind a weird and uncomfortable silence. His feet still ached and the soreness from his training was still there. As much as Machoke hated to admit it, the attention he'd received had helped a little.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck and looked away as the leaves rustled overhead. It was then he had an idea. It was something he'd never even considered before and although it made him a little uncomfortable, he couldn't help but see where it went.

“Anything, huh?” he muttered, glancing back at them with a cold smirk.

The two Machop both froze and looked up at the much larger Machoke with wide, confused eyes.

“You two wanna touch feet so badly?” Machoke said, crossing his arms over his broad chest, “Fine. From now on, you’re gonna be my personal feet pamperers. Massages, cleaning, whatever I say.”

The Machop's mouths fell open in surprise.

“If you don’t agree,” Machoke continued, stepping forward so his shadow fell over them, “I’ll throw you both over that mountain ridge and see if you land in one piece.”

The Machop’s faces drained of colour, then they looked at each other and nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Machoke!” one said quickly, wiping his tears.

Machoke was surprised at how quickly they agreed. He'd never thought his feet were appealing and to have these two young Pokémon risk their safety just to be at them, made Machoke feel confused.

“We promise! We’ll take care of your feet whenever you want!” the other added, nodding so hard his head nearly fell off.

Machoke paused and his smirk faltered. A weird twinge pulsed through his stomach and the words he had said echoed in his mind and he felt gross for even suggesting it, but the Machop were already moving forward again. Each one took a foot gently in their small hands and began pressing their thumbs back into the arch.

“Whatever,” Machoke muttered, sitting back against the tree, crossing his arms again with a scowl.

Machoke figured he'd have to put on this cocky persona to reinforce the stereotype that Machokes were arrogant, but deep down he felt weird and uncomfortable. He didn't even know where the idea came from to have these Machop as his feet slaves and as he forced himself to relax, he could sense their small, nervous hands working over his tired feet. As much as he hated to admit it, the sensation was nice.

It was still weird to watch these two small creatures obsess over something that he could easily squash them with. Machoke had never given a thought to feet. They were just tools to aid in training. The small fingers of each Machop pressed his soles with rhythm and every now and then, their eyes flicked up to him to see if he was angry. After a couple of minutes, both Machop glanced at each other and smiled slightly before moving in closer. Their damp breath could be felt on Machoke's toes and before he could react, each one began to lick his soles from ball to toe. This in itself made Machoke flinch and let out a surprised grunt. The Machop both smiled and carried on, giving their new master a treatment he'd never forget. Machoke grimaced at the spectacle in front of him. His toes disappeared into the Machop's mouths and their tongues bathed his feet in cooling saliva. It made Machoke uncomfortable, but it was also helping. The aches faded and were replaced with a soothing, relaxing sensation.

Machoke closed his eyes and breathed out a rough sigh as the tension of the day slowly vanished under the Machop's careful, awkward attention.

“Freaks,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yes, Machoke,” one of the Machop whispered dutifully, in between sucking Machoke's toes.

Machoke opened one eye and glared at them, but said nothing more as the clouds drifted across the sky.

And there, under the tree, with the two Machop massaging his feet out of fear and weird devotion, Machoke felt the tightness in his feet loosen. He was now prepared for another day of training, even if the whole thing made him feel weirder than he’d ever admit.