Chapter Four

Black Foot Goddess Olivia

"I'm tired of not being worshipped!" Olivia said. She ran toward Lush Jungle, which wasn't from the Pokemon Center she had been resting at.

Her pink shorts bounced as she ran barefoot. She was glad her peds were getting stinkier and stinkier as she went, and also that they'd have dirt and grime on them when she was done. A girl had cut herself on the Pokemon Center floor, Moon was her name, and Olivia had stepped in the pool of blood before Chansey had a chance to sweep it up.

Darting into the jungle area, she quickly found her chosen victim scavenging for ingredients.

She took a running charge and kicked Mallow hard in the back. The adorable green-haired girl crumpled down into the grass. Olivia stomped on her back like an angry Vigoroth crushing a helpless Pokemon in battle.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Mallow asked.

"I just want a cutie like you to seve me, the black foot goddess."

Olivia plopped down on Mallow's back and rubbed her hot pink shorts along it. "Ah, that feels so good."

"Get off me!" Mallow screeched.

"Uh, that would be a no," Olivia said. She stretched out her legs and then brought her feet close to Mallow's face, all the while sitting on the poor girl's back.

She rubbed her soles against Mallow's cheeks. "Getting the stink off is so perfect, so good to have some younger, fresh skin to release that on."

"I'm not kidding, I will tell Acerola's uncle."

"He isn't going to arrest me for taking in a foot slave," Olivia said, laughing. "After all, you can't put a goodess in jail."

"You're not a goddess. You're a human being."

"Excuse me?" Olivia asked, enraged. She began slashing at Mallow's cheek with her sharp toenails, till a tiny trickle of blood ran down. "I am going to own you, and punish you constantly, for that remark. You are a lowly slave who will have to do everything I say."

"I will break free!" Mallow said, struggling beneath Olivia's weight.

"Hey, no fighting back. I want a docile slave who hates what I do to her."

"Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron?"

"Eh,w hatever, you can do as you please so long as it means you are my unwilling foot slave."

She traced her foot across Mallow's face then stuck two of the toes in the golden-skinned girl's nostrils.

"Breathe in my stinky foot odor, there's a dear."

Mallow was forced to open her mouth since her nose was blocked off. Meanwhile, as Mallow inhaled the malodorous stench of Olivia's right foot, her left one ran over Mallow's ear, then stuck inside it, the toes swishing around.

Then she jammed the foot which had toes clogging off Mallow's nasal passages into her open mouth instead with a swift motion. Her victim had no time to react, as the dirty foot which still had dirt from the ground and the jungle on it shoved between her teeth and clamped down on her tongue. She tried to roll it back but the foot stretched really far and as per usual having something on her tongue meant she felt the need for it to be so it ran across the gross black toes, scraping off the jam beneath them and making her cucumber salad feel like it was going the wrong way in her digestive system…

"Hey, would you mind if I rub my free foot in your beautiful hair? No? Wonderful, your goddess shall ickify your green tresses without a moment's notice!"

Mallow very much did mind. But with her voice blocked off by Olivi's other foot, all she could do was say, "Mmmmm."

Olivia grinned as she twirled her toes in Mallow's hair, untangling it. The green-haired girl had spent hours working on it that morning, and didn't appreciate her good hair day being smashed to smithereens by a foot.

"It tastes so good, doesn't it? Better than the best dessert you can think of," Olivia taunted.

Tears trickled down Mallow's cheeks. She didn't understand how her mentor could do this to her. Maybe Olivia had had too much rum, and her mind wasn't clear? Perhaps she was living out her sex fantasies and when it stopped affecting her, she'd apologize to Mallow and all would be forgiven.

"And stay away from hard liquor," Mallow imagined herself saying. Olivia would giggle and make the promise, and everything would be back to normal.

"I want your tongue to work harder," Olivia said. "I feel like you're not even trying."

Of course she wasn't. Mallow had put in minimal effort because she wasn't a fan of this position, or tasting feet in general. It didn't even have anything to do with Olivia's feet being the object of her mortification, although truth be told, she'd rather a complete stranger do this to her than the kahuna she looked up to so strongly…

"I SAID LICK HARDER! I AM YOUR GODDESS AND DEMAND TO BE OBEYED!"

Olivia's shouts caused some Pokemon nearby to scamper for cover. A couple of Trumbeak took to the sky. But it also made Mallow's bones rattle. She had never heard her mentor this furious. Could that really be the influence of alcohol?

"You're not obeying. I want your tongue to work nonstop lapping up my foot. That is a gift from your goddess—treat it as such NOW."

She began thumping the back of Mallow's head with the one food and pushing down inside Mallow's mouth with the other.

"I…want…you…to…treat…me…right!" she screeched, each thump going with a word, till the green-haired girl felt absolutely winded.

She needed this attitude of Olivia to ebb away, but knowing that it'd take a little more time at least and not being a fan of the pain being inflicted on her, she started putting her tongue to work on the foot in her mouth, licking it as though her very existence to depending on this action.

"That's more like it," Olivia said, patting Mallow's neck softly with the foot which had messed up her hairdo and been kicking her in the back. Then she shifted it to run along the ground, pressing it to the tall grasses in the area nearby, and then digging her toes in the soil before bringing it back up and rubbing it all over Mallow's neck till it was so dirty that it'd take three Blastoise twelve full loads splashing onto it with tons of soap before it would be clean again.

"Hmmm, I think you've been a good foot slave, and that foot isn't filthy as much as this one, so I know you'd rather be licking the dirtier one, and since I'm such a generous goddess, I shall let you!"

Mallow shut her mouth, her teeth chattering, as the dirty foot zoomed toward it.

"Oh, you're right. You should kiss it first. It's not right for your tongue to get this beautiful, dirty foot before your lips do."

That wasn't what Mallow meant by closing her mouth at all. And as Olivia's heel zoomed toward her lips, she felt a sickening gurgle in her stomach.

"Kiss the back of my foot. My toes will get plenty of love inside your mouth, but that portion wants your lips' praise."

Mallow didn't want to kiss it. She got ready to scream. Soemone would come and save her, and then they could quarantine Olivia until she came to her senses…

But then Olivia removed her foot and stood up on her back, jumping. "Gonna break your spine, if you don't beg to kiss my heel, which is super fine," she sang, sweat dripping down her arm and on her neck and feet. Also because of the garments Mallow liked wearing, which showed off a good portion of her back, she felt those icky feet pound on them directly, with no cloth to separate their grossness from her skin in those spots.

"Gosh, I always wanted to jump on someone!" Olivia said, breathless, after a few moments. She plopped back down, her pink shorts feeling good on Mallow's back, better than the feet at least.

But now that her back wasn't being crushed under jumping feet, she opened her mouth to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Olivia took advantage of this to shove her dirtier foot into Mallow's mouth. "Fine, you don't get to kiss my heel. And I won't offer you that again for another week. I try to be nice to you, slave, but you're making my job really difficult."

Mallow was sure she was joking. Even if it was alcohol guiding her, why did she assume Mallow would still be under her power a week in the future, though?

"Don't worry, my darling slave, you're not going anywhere. And I think you'll grow to dislike my feet more and more as each day passes. I promise, I have so many ideas for torture…"

Mallow was starting to get freaked out. And it didn't help that as her tongue brushed against the dirty toes, she caught a taste of her hair, tiny ones which had come loose when Olivia ran her foot through her tresses, undoing her work to make it beautiful.

But as gross as that had been, the hair was better than licking off disgusting soil. Because it implied that, should Olivia be in her right mind, her threats that things would only get worse might be true.

"Yes, Lick, love on my foot," Olivia said. Her other foot, the one not in Mallow's mouth, had its toes dance on her forehead, then she covered one of her eyes.

"Would you like me to stick my toenails in your peepers? They're so sharp."

Mallow shook her head, which was a strange motion considering that Olivia was looking at the back of it, and not the front as per usual when you make an affirmative or negative gesture in response to a question.

"Then lick my foot so hard that it feels like you can't live without it," Olivia commanded.

Mallow didn't want to, but she felt kind of broken already. Of course that was nothing compared to how she'd feel as time passed, but how could she fight this? There didn't seem to be any way.

"Good, my darling slave, you serve your goddess so well! I feel uplifted."

Mallow felt as though she'd hurl. She actually wished her food would come up her windpipe in fact. Maybe it would gross Olivia out enough to make her give up this awful farce. But no matter how much she willed it, it wouldn't come, and like a Wingull flying from Alola to Galar, it felt like her opportunity of being free was sailing away from her.

Because after all, if she vomited on that foot, Olivia would never want to stick those icky soles in her mouth again, right? Or at the very least it'd shake her from her drunken stupor.

Except unfortunately for Mallow, Olivia wasn't acting off of vodka or anything other potent beverage. She was in her right mind, and the ideas were whirring in her mind, what she could do to constantly keep Mallow in this low place, experiencing her feet with that tongue or on her back, face, neck, hair, whatever. As well as stuff to put on her feet to make this even more of an experience, such as whipped cream Mallow would have to lick off, so that her nasty brown heel would be like a dessert, or salt, or sugar. Ketchup. She could even hold fries between her toes to make Mallow nibble on. They would be the grossest fries ever, but her slave would have no choice but to consume them.

Her mind wouldn't stop giving her ideas, and at last she had to pull out her phone to jot down notes. She increased pressure with her seat as she relaxed. No one would take Mallow away from her, and if they tried, she'd claw them till they surrendered. She had long fingernails just for this possibility.

"Oh, I feel so wonderful!" she said excitedly, as Mallow began another lap of her foot, from the toes to a good distance along it. She gagged for the foot had a powerful smell, but the dirt had mostly been scraped off.

A thought entered Mallow's head which scared her a little. It was that she almost wished Olivia had chosen Lana to serve her instead. But she wouldn't' wish that upon her friend. Would she? It was hard to decide.