A Foot Worship Treatment from Nurse Joy

         If a Pokémon Centre lacked a certain pink-haired nurse, chances were good that it was a trap for trainers. Every official building would have Nurse Joy waiting at the counter to heal one’s Pokémon. No, this wasn’t one person magically warping to each building; it was a massive family of look-alikes who shared the last name. Some waited alongside their bouncy Chansey, while some had the odd Audino. Fortunately for the ladies, a day was rarely slow with how many people frequented the buildings.

         On the southern end of Sinnoh, one particular Nurse Joy kept her eyes on all of the trainers. She could heal their Pokémon and chit-chat with no problems. Yet her focus seldom drifted from the teens. Half of them walked in, stained with dirt and left in the same condition. They themselves never asked for healing, and when they did, another Joy got to them first.

         But today, this Joy walked down the hall with a clipboard. She read its contents aloud.

         “Patient: Ash Ketchum. Sex: male.” Her footsteps got louder and more frequent. “The patient says his feet feel sore, especially along the sides…”

         The word “feet” sent her into overdrive, rushing down the sterilised hall to find the boy’s room. Upon opening the door, the nurse’s heart pounded against her chest. She knew she’d be seeing a boy but didn’t expect one with such a cute face. This tanned trainer lay in the hospital bed, eyes half closed. Considering it was only the evening, whatever exhausted him was a mystery.

         Joy gulped as the door shut. You’ve backed out too many times. Don’t be afraid.

         “Good evening, Ash,” she said in her child-friendly voice. “How are you doing?”

         “Fine,” he said, yawning.

         “So, you’re having problems with your feet?” She walked around the room, pretending to jot important info on the doctor’s papers.

         Ash nodded. “This is the most they’ve hurt in a while, actually. I think it was climbing Mt Coronet that did it.”

         Rather than conduct business like a medical professional would, Joy dropped to her knees and lifted the sheets. Before seeing anything, a puff of warmth hit her face like a sandstorm. The nurse bit her lip to avoid letting an obvious moan slip, then pulled the sheets back to reveal the trainer’s feet. And now the moan escaped.

         “Did you wash yourself?” she asked, letting the moisture of his feet soak her thumbs.

         “They said I didn’t have to since I wasn’t too dirty this time.”

         “I see.” With a soft giggle, Joy grabbed one of Ash’s feet. The hot sensation nearly melted her hands. “You’re in the hands of the right Joy. I’ve got a secret treatment for handling aching feet like yours.”

         The boy cocked his head as the nurse slowly puckered her lips. While looking him straight in his eyes, Joy closed the gap between her mouth and his foot. A squeaky smooch filled the room before, POP, she backed up. Ash covered his mouth, laughing when the nurse gave the middle of his sole another kiss. The adult gave him so many kisses that she could pass as a Jynx.

         “Aren’t they sweaty?” the boy asked, his toes twitching.

         “Sssh…” Joy’s breathing sent hot air travelling between the boy’s digits. “Just relax, honey.”

         With those words, she crossed the point of no return. Joy smothered Ash’s toes in loving kisses before sliding them into her mouth. Once they tickled her tongue, her eyes closed, and a slow groan left her lips. The salt encrusted between this boy’s toes would make an ocean jealous. While exploring, Joy discovered a treasure trove of particles flowing down her throat. Sand here, dirt there, and both nicely crushed and steamed between these thick toes.

         Staring at the ceiling, Ash played with his fingers. He had enough brains to know this was inappropriate. No typical nurse would lick a patient’s feet, let alone a sweaty pair. Yet the sensation couldn’t be compared to anything he’d experienced before. Allowing this to continue would brighten up the boy’s evening. However, perhaps stopping the session and reporting this nurse was the correct thing to do. Using too much brainpower made the boy fuse out and sigh.

         “Can you lick slowly?” he whispered, spreading his toes inside the woman’s mouth.

         “Don’t tell any other nurse about my secret, okay?” Joy could barely speak with the toes playing inside of her. “The less people that know, the more exciting it is.”

         After tongue-scraping the salt from the sides of Ash’s toes, Joy’s tongue painted the big one with her saliva. Lick after lick, her cheeks got redder and redder. Its plumpness meant she could suck on it for minutes, and it’d never lose its salty flavour. While handling the wet toes, she gave Ash the naughtiest bedroom eyes the boy had witnessed. No matter how wrong it felt, it felt so right.

         Eventually, the foot left her mouth, shaking as it lowered onto the bed. Joy’s eyes widened, for the foot had such a powerful glisten at the top. The toes sparkled like Shiny Stones, wiggling while saliva leaked between them.

         “Tell me how this feels,” she said, sucking on Ash’s sole before descending and ascending.

         Still fighting against the pleasant sensation, Ash bit his lip. Yet when he heard the loud sucking and felt warmth on his heel…

         “Ooh!”

         “Lick there?” she asked, further nibbling on the heel. Ash’s whimpers were music to the nurse’s ears. Though fitting all five of his toes in her mouth took brute forcing, his heel perfectly complemented her. Within seconds, her tongue flicked against the rougher bottom as her teeth grazed it. Slurp, slurp, slurp.

         Although these actions confused him, Nurse Joy’s little patient continued to moan and groan. Then, to shrug off some of the guilt of aiding Joy’s inappropriate behaviour, he closed his eyes, escaping into his vast imagination.

         Mmm, do it right there, Dawn… That feels so good.

         “Alright, let’s give this other one some attention.” With the second foot, Joy didn’t mask her intentions behind some cutesy kisses. Her face instantly slammed into Ash’s sole, inhaling the intoxicating foot musk. After the first hit of his scent, she mopped the side of her face with this boy’s sweaty foot. It was as if he’d travelled in the same shoes for months, wearing the thinnest of socks.

         Tasting this foot brought Joy the same delight as the previous foot. Again, salty and hot, only this one had some more grit to it. Specifically, licking the big toe switched the texture considerably. But Joy embraced this, bobbing her head on and down on it until her saliva smoothed it out.

         “So,” she said in between sucks, “you ever had someone treat your feet this way?”

         “Nuh-uh. This is definitely a first.”

         “If you walked your way here every Friday, Monday and Wednesday, you’d get the same cure treatment from me.” Joy rubbed the boy’s previous foot while gargling on his current toes. “Bring them when they’re dirtier, too. It gives me more to clean.”

         “Yes, ma’am…” Ash spread his toes, letting the nurse easily fish out any specks of grime.

         After slobbering on the toes, Joy directed her attention to the top of Ash’s foot. What it lacked in flavour, it made up for in pleasure. Simply knowing she was wetting every inch of this beautiful boy’s feet gave the nurse all her energy. First, she just licked the top like a Vulpix lapping up water. Soon after, she was cramming her tongue underneath Ash’s lengthier toenails.

         Yum… Upon looking at the clock, she retracted her tongue. 21:00? Half an hour passed with Nurse Joy violating Ash’s feet. She quickly stood and wiped her lips, hoping no other nurses would barge in to see all the saliva.

         “Alright, just rest here a little more, and you should be on your… Honey?”

         Light breathing came from the boy’s nostrils as his eyes never opened. Chuckling, Joy gave him a brief kiss on his mouth. Her session with the young Pokémon trainer was fun, yet she had other people to help. In a flash, the nurse scooped up some napkins and scrubbed the spit off Ash’s feet. Between every crevice, under every nail, she guaranteed that little of her DNA would linger on the boy’s feet. After discarding them, she gave his feet one final rub with coconut-scented lotion.

         “Next time your feet hurt, I’ll be waiting here,” she whispered, blowing another kiss to her patient before exiting the room.

         Once out, she saw another Joy in the hallway.

         “Do you mind taking this for me?” the other nurse asked, handing our Joy another clipboard.

         “What for?”

         “Another trainer said her feet hurt. Maybe we should put up warnings on how big Mt Coronet is.”

         The Joys separated, with the foot-loving Joy entering her new patient’s room. Inside, a blue-haired girl lay on the bed. And on the side of the bed were pink sandals strewn about. Ooh… The insoles had quite the footprint, resembling a deep burn in the shoes.

         “Good evening… Dawn?” Joy approached the girl with a smile. “You’re having foot problems?”

         Dawn nodded. “Next time my moron friend forces me to climb Mt Coronet in my sandals, he’s not gonna be laughing.”

         “I see.” The nurse picked up Dawn’s slipper and gave it a sniff. Its smelliness put a smile on her face that she quickly hid. “How long had you been walking for?”

         “Two hours, maybe three.”

         Joy kneeled and lifted the sheets off the girl’s feet. To her surprise, the girl’s feet had the deepest, pinkest blush in the world. And the mild grime on Ash’s feet was quadrupled on Dawn’s, infesting her toes by a huge stretch. Bits of soil clung to the sides of her feet, with a few strips dangling for dear life. Topping everything off, sweat visibly dripped from her skinny toes all the way to her milky heel.

         Joy stared into Dawn’s blue eyes, taking the foot in her hand and smacking her lips. “I’ve got a secret treatment for handling aching feet like yours.”