Desert Survival: Slurping Skyla's Feet

Stranded in the desert, Cheren is humiliated as Skyla's sweaty feet gift him with water.

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“Where are they?”

The wounded Team Plasma member peered through his binoculars. The dry landscape surrounded him like an ocean. His Watchog was on high alert, its eyes scanning his every direction. As much as it pained him to see the gear of his fallen comrades strewn across the desert, he was determined to get revenge.

“It’s a desert. What, did those vermin sink into the sand?” he wondered aloud. “You despicable gym leaders. Once I get my hands on you, I will tear you apart limb by limb personally.”

“Swanna, use Air Slash!”

The grunt froze as a white bird took to the sky. With a flash, it spun and unleashed a sharp gust of wind that headed straight for the Watchog.

Instinctively, the man dodge-rolled out of the way, cursing. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing how his Pokémon narrowly avoided the attack.

“Stoutland, Reversal!”

“What the—?” He looked around frantically. “Where are you hiding!?”

Two Pokémon ganging up on one gave the man few choices. All his friends were down, and the one Watchog he had couldn’t possibly deal with both a Swanna and a Stoutland. The ferocious dog was charging at his Pokémon, but the man thought quickly on his feet.

“My last resort!” He pointed to the bird. “Watchog, Thunder!”

The Watchog, seconds away from being hit by the powerful Stoutland, launched a bolt of electricity. Its sharp lightning struck Swanna head-on, sending the bird diving into the sand.

Yet at the same time, the Stoutland knocked the Watchog out and rammed the Team Plasma member across the ground. The man cackled, able to fade from this world with a twisted smile on his face.

“This world is ours to rule… You’ll see… This battle is long from over…”

The two Pokémon trainers finally emerged, the male figure shaking his head as he approached the body.

“You guys are hopeless.”

“Cheren! I need a Max Revive!” The girl jumped up and down, pointing to her fallen Pokémon. “Stop messing around and help me!”

Cheren grabbed the stolen Poké Balls off the Plasma member and used the empty one to retract the Watchog.

“I have no Max Revives.”

“Huh!?”

“I didn’t think I’d need Revives, period. After all, my Pokémon aren’t the ones who have been fainting, are they, Skyla?”

The red-haired gym leader gritted her teeth. She dragged Cheren to her downed Swanna, her fear building and building.

“Swanna won’t die, but you didn’t bring any Pokémon who can fly us, did you?” She rubbed her face. “Oh my gosh…”

“And our Xtransceivers have no signal,” Cheren sighed. “Plus, the Sun’s too high for me to tell which direction is which.”

“You should’ve come more prepared!”

“Same goes for you. Now put Swanna in her ball. We’ll have to go on foot.”

“On foot?” Skyla’s eye twitched. “That’ll take hours! What if days!?”

“If only you had a better plan for us.”

Skyla whined, retracting Swanna and stepping past Cheren.

The desert’s heat was lethal as the two gym leaders began the trek back to civilisation. Sweat gathered on their bodies and evaporated almost immediately into the sandy air. The first hour saw Skyla pausing frequently, yet by the second hour, Cheren lagged considerably. Whereas Skyla’s tanner skin blessed her with some protection from the Sun’s rays, Cheren’s pale complexion left him as vulnerable as ice cream in a microwave.

I’m a fool, he thought. I should’ve known better than to bring no water to a desert.

Worsening matters was how Skyla sipped from her water bottle every couple of minutes. The sight of her long container only made Cheren’s throat drier.

“Would you mind sharing your water?” he asked.

“Yes, I mind.” Skyla’s grip tightened.

“Skyla, this is serious.”

“I don’t let anybody drink from my bottle. I have reasons, Cheren.”

“Ridiculous.”

After travelling for six hours, it was still the afternoon, and the two of them parked around some rocks. While they lacked shade, resting was necessary, especially for the breathless Cheren. He enviously watched Skyla continue to enjoy her liquid, some of it dripping down her chin. Its yellow colour made Cheren raise a brow.

“Lemonade?” He slapped his forehead in disbelief, wincing from the sting. “You brought lemonade into a desert!? The one drink that’s like sandpaper on my throat!”

“Jeez, not everything’s my fault today!” Even though there was annoyance in her tone, seeing Cheren so red and dehydrated unnerved Skyla. She didn’t dare to give him her favourite drink, but she knew there had to be something she could do to help him.

Spit in his mouth? No, that’s stupid. Well… He could suck the sweat from my ass… He could drink his own pee, but good luck convincing him of either of those things.

The 20-year-old then wiggled her toes which were trapped in these gigantic boots of hers. Skyla’s boots came up to her knees, and surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing any socks. Who cares about blisters, right? But as she felt her toes squishing and sloshing together in the dampness, the gears in her mind activated.

“Cheren,” she teased, snapping her fingers to stop him from dozing. “Y’know, my feet are pretty wet right now. I’m sweating buckets; I mean, it’s like my feet are in two hot saunas.”

“I know how bad they smell. Elesa told me all about the practice fashion show, and how everyone had to cover their noses because—”

“Oh, so she blabbed about that? Good to know.” Skyla took a breath. “But…”

“I’m not drinking your sweat.”

“I’m not leaving this desert without you! You’re about to drink all my foot sweat, even if I have to force it down your stubborn gullet.”

Cheren looked at her with disbelief. Of all the humiliating and degrading situations he could find himself in, the thought of placing his mouth anywhere close to Skyla’s boots or feet made his stomach churn.

“I can’t…”

“Listen, unlike Elesa, I know how to keep my lips sealed. What happens here stays here. We just cleared out some Team Plasma goons and got stranded. That is our story.”

You don’t have any options, Cheren, he told himself. Bite the bullet.

“Just between you and me, right?”

“I promise,” Skyla said, looking into his eyes.

Blushing with embarrassment, Cheren struggled to take off Skyla’s heavy boots. But once he heard the slick squeaking, he prepared himself for the worst. Sure enough, Skyla’s boots popped off her feet one by one.

The pungent foot funk wasted no time in filling Cheren’s nostrils, making him wave his hand in front of his face. But all he did was spread the stink more around him. The soles of Skyla’s vibrant feet glistened with sweat, as if she’d dipped them in a pool of baby oil.

“You guys are weak. I mean, I think my feet smell fine,” she said. She brought her right foot up to her nose, sniffing obnoxiously loudly before bringing it back down. “A bit of cheese, but that’s what happens when you’re walking in Hell all morning.”

She scrunched her toes before Cheren’s face, showing him her black nails.

“Ebony toes,” she giggled. “Gotta have some sexy toes.”

“I have no idea how one would consider any part of the foot sexy.”

“Boy, I’m out here trying to lighten the mood when we’re in this scorching desert, and you wanna rain on my parade.” She crossed her feet at the ankles, showing the curves of her arches. “You can admit that they’re not ugly feet, right?”

“Aside from the smell, they’re normal feet, Skyla.”

“Works for me. I do get pedicures often.”

She raised her right boot and peered inside. After doing the same with the left, she poured its contents into the right one. Cheren was surprised to see water dripping out.

“Before you suck on my feet like the juicy fruits they are,” Skyla said, handing him her right boot, “drink up.”

Cheren shuddered. With a grimace, he shut his eyes and tilted back his head.

The mixture that showered his tongue was a sickening blend of grime, sweat and the musk of boots. It boasted a gritty texture, like contaminated water. Pieces of the insole, slimy and chunky, flowed past his tongue and down his throat with each gulp, like the pulp from dirty orange juice.

As he gargled, trying not to spit the boot mixture back up, Skyla used her feet to shove the boot further into his face. Her blue eyes glistened with curiosity.

“I’ve never washed those boots in my life.”

“Why would you even tell me that?” Cheren tried to say as he choked on the mixture.

“Patience.”

Once the boot was empty and removed from Cheren’s face, he was green in the face. Yet, as far as Skyla was concerned, a little tint of green was better than being unconscious. Cheren blinked and moved more than he did just a few minutes ago.

“See, you’re not even dead,” Skyla chuckled. “Even if my feet were at their grimiest and cheesiest, you’d be perfectly safe.”

But Cheren stuck out his tongue, revealing something crawling slightly. Skyla leaned forward and flicked the insect away with a nervous chuckle.

“You are a sick woman,” he groaned.

“Says the one who’s ready to pass out from some foot sweat. You ready to suck on ‘em?”

Cheren cringed, for Skyla’s feet smelt ten times worse than her boots. Like mouldy cheese. And seeing some of the specks of melted insole attached to her soles made his lips tremble.

Yet the older girl stuck her feet out farther and farther, curling her toes.

The boy grunted, reluctantly dragging his tongue along Skyla’s long soles. The taste of her sweat-drenched feet made his mouth pucker. Though the licks were brief—some not even cracking a second—they led to Skyla bursting out in laughter. She had to hold her legs in place to avoid giving him a good kick.

“That tickles! Hahahaha!” She pressed her right foot against his face and flexed her toes. “You can take your time, Cheren; it’s fine.”

No matter how much the briny flavour made him want to gag, he needed to remember the mission at hand: staying in a good enough condition to escape the desert.

So Cheren sucked on Skyla’s toes. Her toenails lightly scratched against his tongue, and some of her toes decided to get playful. They’d purposefully squeeze his muscle, daring it to break free from their grasp. However, Skyla didn’t know that in between her toes were like miniature salt canyons. Cheren’s eyes watered as the bitterness—far worse than her soles—assaulted his tongue. This was all without mentioning the little sprinkles of grime that he had to suck out from these moist-yet-sticky pockets.

“Good boy. Lick those toes,” Skyla sang, wiggling them inside of Cheren’s mouth. “You might as well suck on them like they’re grapes. I mean, they’ve got vitamins B, C and all the way to Z.”

The tidal wave of salt flooded his mouth, especially as Skyla fit four of her toes in there simultaneously. The mixture of sweat and shoe grime and whatever else accumulated on her feet over the day was overwhelming for Cheren.

The more he sucked on her toes, however, the quicker he was able to react. His mind now raced at several miles per hour.

Skyla’s definitely enjoying this more than she’s letting on. Absolutely disgusting.

“That’s the stuff,” she moaned, stretching his mouth wide with her big toes. “And for good measure, you’d better suck my heels clean.”

“What if I get thirsty later?”

“You serious?” Skyla stuck out her tongue. “You think my feet won’t get sweaty again in the next hour?”

Far from in the mood to argue, Cheren pushed his face into Skyla’s right heel.

As he lightly sunk his teeth into it, he began to suck. Skyla’s heels were perhaps the juiciest part of her entire feet. They were built like grapefruits yet with all the sweetness of a plum. In contrast to her toes and her soles, the heels were able to provide Cheren’s tongue with some true relief. So much so that he actively pulled Skyla’s feet closer to his face, even with his nose pinched against the cheesy sole.

Why would you recommend the only tolerable part of your feet for last?

In addition to sucking on her peach-coloured heels, Cheren slurped them repeatedly. Skyla’s snickering forced him to remain in a state of embarrassment, but he was so close to the finish line that he wouldn’t quit.

The young adult swivelled her foot while it rested in Cheren’s mouth.

“This works out perfectly for both of us,” she sighed. “You get rehydrated, and I get a foot massage of sorts. Mmm… Yeah, graze my heels a little with your teeth. That actually feels nice.”

After five more minutes of getting her feet licked, Skyla popped her heel out of Cheren’s mouth. She brought her foot up to her face, chuckling at the results. A slobbery mess lingered on her feet, along with a bright, red blush. Any grime that had previously clung to her soles was now in Cheren’s belly, giving his body the energy it needed to continue.

She fell back upon being hit with her own boots.

“Let’s get a move on,” Cheren groaned, wiping his face on his shirt. “We’ve a long way to go.”

“Heh. Pray we find an oasis, or you’re gonna be sucking my toes all night.” She set her wet feet in her boots, happily kicking up the sand behind them. “You’re welcome!”

For as much as Cheren trembled at knowing Skyla’s feet had tainted his mouth, he also knew that if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be looking at a gas station that stood two hours away. As the two rested there, contacting Skyla’s gym members to pick them up, he poked Skyla’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“I bet you’ll bring your own drink next time.” Skyla giggled, pulling off her boots. “Or maybe we can turn these into your water bottles. Either works for me.”

“I think I’d rather just bring more Revives.”

As Skyla sat with her toes out, she kept a look on Cheren’s face. His eyes remained on her damp digits, even when she wiggled them to try and get him to react.

Is he just thinking about what happened today, or have I accidentally given him a foot fetish? Hehehe. Who knows?

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Author’s Notes
I loved putting this story together. It’s a bit unfortunate that the Unovan Pokémon games have so few cute male characters, as it results in Skyla almost always being shipped with Elesa, who I care far less for. But you gotta be the change you wanna see, or something like that.

Despite Skyla’s feet not being that gross, especially compared to other stories, this feels like one of the nastier stories I have written. And I’m happy with that.

She is one of my favourite gym leaders from the series, strictly design-wise. And with how I tend to portray her in my arts, she is definitely wife material. I would eat that boot gunk from her feet for hours.