The day had been a blur for you already. You woke up in that dark, damp alleyway you called home, and took a walk down to the market square in hopes of procuring some food to sustain you for the day. But how did that turn into you, body bound by rope, being carried over the shoulder of a Machoke, who’s taking you to the Pokémon responsible for your fate?

The moment you entered the hustle and bustle lifestyle of the town’s market square, your stomach began to rumble tremendously, how long had it been since your last meal? You couldn’t recall, all that mattered at this moment in time, was finding something that would fill your belly and keep you another day away from starvation. 

A lot more stalls were open at the marketplace, around more than the usual amount of twelve, and out of the fifteen, only six specialized in the selling of fresh food, be it freshly caught, harvested, picked, cooked or, baked. Out of all of the food stalls, there was one you frequented the most. A fruit stand, maintained by a Skwovet, their produce was (in your opinion) the best, especially those plump, ripe, crispy apples they sold, displayed in a wicker basket. Licking your lips, the desire to rip into the firm, red flesh with your teeth growing by the second. All you had to do, was wait.

Once the Skwovet began talking with a customer, that was your chance. You walked up to the stall, gazing at those magnificent fruits, before taking a deep breath, and snatching the apple with dexterity. It was the wrong thing to do, but at this rate, you have done it too often to worry about the morality of theft. You’ve been down on your luck for a long time, with no poké to your name and no one to help you out either, the only Pokémon you could rely on was yourself! Besides, who would throw a fit about a singular apple going missing…or two…and a handful of berries?

But that wouldn’t be the case today, once you took that second apple, a loud gasp came from the Skwovet, whose eyes locked with your own.

“STOP, THIEF” it cried out, this was the first time you’d been caught, hopefully, they would have been okay if you could explain your reason for taking fruit from them; but you didn't get that chance. You saw everyone at the market staring right at you when they yelled, including a peculiar duo. One was a Machoke, that once realized you to be a shoplifter, place their groceries on the stool and started to come your way at a running pace. The other seemed to be their partner, a Breloom, who followed suit, running towards you, slightly behind the mono-fighting type. You couldn’t stay here any longer, you dropped that apple onto the ground, and turned tail, running away from the market, and the two pursuers.

This was bad, your streak of five successful fruit thefts had come to an end, at least you got a fruit out of this still. It was an amazingly delicious-looking apple, skin a crimson red that shone in the morning sun, you couldn’t wait to tear into the fruit and savour its sweet flesh, but that would’ve been for later, those two Pokémon are chasing you still

While they seemed to be catching up, you were able to keep enough distance that hiding was a possibility, especially when you could see an upcoming alleyway to your right, if you were lucky enough, you may be able to hide in the shadows and watch them pass by you. The idea was set in stone, with a burst of energy, you head around the corner with hopes of freedom, but it just proved your luck had run dry.

A wooden fence blocked your path, with you almost planting your face into it. This put a proverbial spanner into your plan, but it wasn’t lodged in deep, the height of the fence was just under the usual size for such a barricade, and you could easily climb it. And that’s what you did. Putting that apple somewhere safe, you jumped up, grasping the top of the thin fence, and looked up with fleeting hope, as you saw thick spores dusting your body from above. Your body started feeling weak, eyes became heavy. With the last of your energy, you looked behind you, seeing the Machoke and Breloom, they caught up with you. The last thing you remembered, was losing your grip and falling to the ground below.

With a mix of a groan and a yawn, you woke up in a place unknown to you. You were now indoors, in a hallway to be precise. Your vision was bobbing up and down, but it didn’t take long for you to realize, the Machoke from earlier on was carrying you over their shoulder. You tried to struggle from their grasp, yet it was hopeless, your body was tied up, making movement hopeless.

“LET ME GO!” you shouted at the fighting type, feeling their grip on you tighten.

“Pipe down,” said the Machoke in a calm, gruff voice that you could tell belonged to a female. “It’s your fault you got into this mess, so best be quiet until we get to the boss,” she added, sending a slight shiver down your spine. 

You had a clear inkling where you were now. This was the adventuring guild located in the town, you always wanted to look inside the place, the fantastic carpentry of the exterior really caught your eyes; but it seems like your wish came true, in a twisted sort of way. You were inside, but as a caught convict, now to be presented to the so-called ‘boss’ that served as the guild master for this massive guild, who also served as judge, jury and (hopefully not) executioner.

And that’s how you got up to now. All you could do was look at the craftsmanship that went into making this hallway, from the well-used wooden floor, the well-maintained walls, and the torches which lit up the place which connected many rooms together.

It wasn’t long before you came to the end of the hallway. You heard the doors open, the Machoke walking you in and placing you down in the large, circular room. It was greatly lit up by the same torches you saw in the hall, one side had an elegant bed; perfect for a small Pokémon, on the other side was various food and a pot of water that was supplied from somewhere unknown to you, the back of the room was filled with tons of valuables in chests or just piled up, a private flaunting of the wealth the guild had amassed over many years, and right in the centre of the room, was the guild master…

“Well, what do we have here?” 

Those were the first words you hear the guild master say. He was a Weavile, sitting smugly on a wooden throne, cushioned and etched with gold leaf and rubies. Being face to face with him, you realized who they were: Goro. Said to be an excellent yet ruthless adventurer, a veteran who you knew rightfully gained his titular moniker ‘The Scarred’. Many scars blemished his body, each not a sign of failure for getting harmed in his tours, but instead proof of his skill. His most prominent were the thick cut that went down his left eye, the large asymmetrical X on his torso, the deep gash on their right ankle, and the hybrid of a combat and medical scar where their left hand once was, now replaced by a crude yet effective wooden one. Their piercing ruby-red eyes seemed to stare directly into your soul, judging who you were, deep down as a Pokémon.

“So, what kind of punk you got to show me this time, Lavender?” Goro The Scarred ask the Machoke, taking his eyes off you in order to enter casual talk with the fighting type.

“This fella decided to snatch some fruit away from the marketplace. Me and Myke were able to apprehend them, and all stolen goods were given back as well,” Lavender answered her boss. You were annoyed, realizing your meal was now forfeit, guessing you’d be going hungry today.

“Really?” Goro gave you a frown, realizing what you were “So we have another petty market thief…” He sighed, seeming to be bored or annoyed, you were unsure. The Weavile looked down at you once again, all you could do was shiver, intimidated by the veteran explorer, and then he seemed to smile, but it didn’t last long before he looked back at Lavender. “Lavender… Didn’t I tell you before that low-ranking thieves like them don’t need to be seen by me. You know where the precinct is, just take em there”

“Sorry, boss!” Lavender stood straight and saluted them. “I’ll take them to there at once,”

“Not necessary, just leave em with me,” Goro explained. “Dismissed!” He commanded, watching her leave, shutting the door behind her. The guild master looked back down at you and gave you the same sinister smile again, you felt worried, it was clear he had something in mind with you. You hoped it wasn’t a private execution, it couldn’t be; but when he jumped down from his throne and walked towards you, claw at the ready, you prayed to Mew, Arceus, Regigigas, even Yvetal! Yet your fate was sealed, that claw coming down. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see Goro’s sadistic gaze as he slit your throat, but…there was nothing…

Opening your eyes, you weren’t dead, far from it, you were alive, and able to move your body once again! Goro had cut those ropes which bound you, showing remorse to a thief like you. You watched him stand in front of you, lifting your chin up to keep you staring at him.

“Apologies about Lavender, still dunno why she didn’t take the offer to join the police, she’s got the perfect set of skills for it. But guessing when you help someone like her out of a terrible state, they would be loyal as can be,” Goro told you, rambling slightly in the process. “Yet still, you are a thief, quite the foolish one too.” They let go of your chin, allowing you to look around again, whilst they walked around, another good look at you. “Tell me, what bought a Pokémon like you to swoop so low to pinching fruit?”

“W-Well…” That seemed like quite a loaded question for you but in the end, it was easy to explain. “I-I’ve been down on my luck for a while now, not a single poké to my name. The only way I could keep myself fed was to steal, as bad as it sounds,” You gave the best answer you could, Goro took it seemingly well.

“So, that’s that ay?” Goro sighed, “Figures, you didn’t seem like you’d be doing this on a dare or just because you could,” The Weavile added, sitting back on their throne “Honestly, I’m willing to take pity on ya, maybe I could let ya join the guild, let you have freshly made meals for what you’ll be-”

“I’ll do it” Goro had more to add, but hearing that you could be working for the guild you somewhat admired and being fed sounded like a great deal. Your response made him grin

“You certain? Because I’m letting you know, it ain’t normal work,” Despite the warnings, you nodded, and Goro’s smile grew sinister.

“Good, then why don’t you get acquainted with your new job,” He told you, reclining in his throne, and raising his black, three-clawed paws up to your face. You felt your stomach drop at the big reveal of your new job at the guild. You were expecting to be peeling potatoes or ID’ing Pokémon entering the building, but here you were, looking at those firm paws with a grimace, your new job seemed to be a living footrest to the guild master. You looked up at them, feeling humiliated despite doing nothing, with Goro looking down at you with annoyance.

“Well come on, kiss my paws already!” It got worse, you weren’t to be his footrest, instead, he not suggested, but commanded you to pledge allegiance to his feet, by making out with them. Despite wanting to refuse this, you knew this would end up with you being off the streets. Thus you swallowed your hesitation, shuffled forward, and planted your mouth on the right paw, giving it a reluctant smooch. 

“Heh, that’s it~” Goro praised you for getting started with your new job, pushing his paw into your face as you tried moving away. “C’mon, keep it up then,” And you obeyed your new boss, kissing his paw from where the claws protruded, to the heel, they were rather clean, nothing foul to them at all, just the natural flavour and scent that a recently washed foot would have. You kept up the kissing, swapping between each foot to please the Weavile to the best of your skill.

“Start licking,” You obeyed that order, not wanting to piss him off. You tongue came in contact with his paw and started to coat it in your slobber. A massive wave of humiliation went over you, here you were, worshipping a dark/ice type’s paws, all for the promise of free food and a comfy place to sleep. There wasn’t any way this could get worse.

But it did… You hear moans coming from above, you thought your worship was making them relaxed, like some odd massage, but when you looked up, you were face to face with Goro once again, this time, his barbed cock protruded from its sheath, just about blocking you from his view, the Sharp Claw Pokémon was in the middle of rubbing it as well. That shocked you, seeing the veteran guild master jerk himself off, seemingly turned on by getting his feet licked.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asked, agitated by that pleasurable feeling coming to a halt. He was right though, you weren’t told to stop. You got back to pleasing his feet with your mouth, blushing from the fact you were turning him on.

“Ah~ Let me tell you something?” He began to speak to you, letting out sounds of arousal whilst talking, you just kept on spit-washing his paws. “Petty thieves like you piss me off, think because they’re down on their luck it’s fair to rob those making a living just to feed yourself” He sighed, it being tainted by a moan “It’s pathetic, honestly. But that doesn’t mean I ain’t going to punish em for those real small crimes, they deserve a chance to redeem themselves,” Thick pre dripped from the tip of his cock, his moans sounding more desperate the closer he got “Like you, I’m allowing you to worship these old paws, not just because it’s your job, but as a way to show your dominance. You're going to be my personal foot slave for long as I like, maybe one day you’ll go on adventures, but don’t expect that anytime soon!” He sounded just on the edge now, as if he got turned on by letting you know your place, it wasn’t long now. “Face up, slave!” He called you by your new title, you obeyed showing him your face. 

In return for following his order, the Weavile shot his icy seed all over your face, marking you with it, each rope acting like a sensory brand, those who smelt it would know you’re Goro’s foot slave. Hatred went over you, not from being cummed on, but the hatred for the twisted idea of opening your mouth to catch a few ropes, but it was too late to act on that, his orgasm had concluded.

“Ahhh, Good slave~” He commemorated you with a pat on the head. “I’ll think you’ll fit right in here” He stood up, his member going limp, returning to the sheath from whence it came. “Come now, let’s see what’s for dinner, shall we?” Goro asked, you were about to stand up, but not before he threw something your way, it landing softly on the carpeted floor. “Here, have an appetiser, for your good work~”

It was a ripe red apple…