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Day One
It couldn’t be. 0 - 6, total and utter defeat. As you stare at your last Pokemon, fainted, in disbelief, you see Klara across from you with a smug expression. "Well well, looks like you failed the test. A weakling like you couldn’t possibly hack it at our Master Dojo. I wasn’t even going all out, not at all. Now why don’t you buzz off, kid, and don’t bother humiliating yourself at the dojo?" As she smugly took her winnings, you can do nothing but silently hold back your tears.

Day Two
"HAHAHA! Seriously, again? I already knew you were nothing against my poison, but I thought there just might have been the teensiest chance you’d come up with a secret weapon. But I guess you just don’t have what it takes to be a winner like me. Huh? You think I must’ve cheated? Pfft, as if I’d need to resort to such tactics against a weakling like you. Go on, pay up and scram, or do you want another dose of venom?" Shaking in frustration and desperately trying not to cry out, you drop the money into her hand before running off to snivel and be alone.

Day Three
"Aww, what’s the matter? Your spirit didn’t feel like it was in this fight. Did you finally realize just how futile it is to keep challenging me like this? I feel so bad for your Pokemon, having to serve under such a weak trainer." Why? No matter how much training you do, no matter how many times you try, why is there such a difference in ability? "Now then, you know the drill. Pay up." You grab out your wallet, but- "What? You don’t have any money? You mean to say you challenged me to a battle without making sure you could pay when you lost? Maintaining my beautiful look doesn’t come cheap, you know." You apologize, and promise you’ll bring her payment tomorrow. "As if I’d trust the words of a loser. You can’t even win a battle, how do you expect to earn enough money by tomorrow? You know what? Just give me your Pokemon instead, and I’ll let you off the hook. They’re wasted on you, anyway." Pleading with her, you promise that you’ll definitely pay her back tomorrow. "Fine, it can’t be helped. If you get on all fours and kiss my foot, I’ll wait until tomorrow to collect your payment." What? Kiss... her foot? "Get to it, already! Unlike you, I actually have a life to live." The thought of kissing her foot utterly humiliates and disgusts you, but what choice do you have? Getting on your knees, you lean down. Immediately, a thick and heavy odor enters your nose. "Teehee~ Smells, doesn’t it? I train at the dojo every day, after all. Not that a loser like you would know what that’s like. Well, go on. Kiss my foot. But I’ll warn you, one dose of Klara poison and there’s no turning back."

Day Four
You’re on your hands and knees, begging at Klara’s feet. "Oh wow. After desperately selling off everything you had, you managed to barely earn enough to pay me back. And immediately after, the first thing you do is beg for another battle. And how do you plan to pay me when you lose?" Blushing, you sheepishly mutter that you could maybe... kiss her feet. "..." Without warning, Klara kicks you onto your back and stomps her foot on your groin. "What do we have here? Is that a boner I feel under my foot? Don’t tell me- was the battle just a pretense for you to lose and kiss my foot again?" Your entire face is red, and you can’t say anything against her accusations. "Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic... Did your mind get poisoned from that kiss? One thing’s for sure- I’m not going to waste my time battling you anymore." Your heart sinks. You’re about to beg her once more, but she turns around and starts walking. "Follow me." Eh? Confused, you get up to follow her. "Ah ah ah, no getting up. Footpets only crawl on the floor. Get up again and you’ll never see me or my beautiful, smelly feet again." You immediately drop down on all fours and crawl after her. You feel totally humiliated and pray the whole time that no one passes by.

Day ???
"I’m back. Whew, today was super hot, so I’m extra sweaty today." As Klara plops down onto her bed, you excitedly crawl over to her bed and inhale the odorous aroma emanating from her socks. "Yes, yes. Slow down, boy. My feet aren’t going anywhere." After crawling to her house and giving her all your Pokemon, cash and anything else you owned, you became Klara’s live-in footpet. In exchange for cleaning, cooking, and other chores around the house, and doing whatever dirty work Klara tells you to prepare for her opponents, you get to greet her when she comes home at the end of the day and sniff and lick all the stench and sweat out of her beautiful feet. "Look at you, so greedily taking in my stench. I never get tired of seeing you debase your pathetic self."

"By the way, did you know? Being a poison trainer, my sweat actually has a special type of poison in it. One whiff of it and your mind becomes hazy. If I’m ever losing against an especially strong trainer, I’ll just casually take off my shoes and in a matter of seconds, the trainer is unable to call out any commands and has to surrender." Now that she mentions it, you do find it hard to think properly while you’re lapping away at her soles. "And that’s not all. If any of it gets so much as on your lips from, say, a kiss, you’ll become addicted to it and willing to do anything to get another taste." Wait, did she say a kiss? "Do you get it? From the moment I made that offer, you were already doomed to become my footslave." Maybe you ought to be angry, but the stink of her sweat clouds your mind, leaving no room for anything else. "Still, normally the poison doesn’t instantly make you addicted. For you to have fallen so fast, you must’ve already been a massive foot pervert deep down. Isn’t that great, getting to live out your dream while being useful to an actual human being? Your only response was to continue sniffing away at her socks in utter bliss."

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Day One
It couldn’t be. 0 - 6, total and utter defeat. As you stare at your last Pokemon, fainted, in disbelief, you see Klara across from you with a smug expression. "Well well, looks like you failed the test. A weakling like you couldn’t possibly hack it at our Master Dojo. I wasn’t even going all out, not at all. Now why don’t you buzz off, kid, and don’t bother humiliating yourself at the dojo?" As she smugly took her winnings, you can do nothing but silently hold back your tears.

Day Two
"HAHAHA! Seriously, again? I already knew you were nothing against my poison, but I thought there just might have been the teensiest chance you’d come up with a secret weapon. But I guess you just don’t have what it takes to be a winner like me. Huh? You think I must’ve cheated? Pfft, as if I’d need to resort to such tactics against a weakling like you. Go on, pay up and scram, or do you want another dose of venom?" Shaking in frustration and desperately trying not to cry out, you drop the money into her hand before running off to snivel and be alone.

Day Three
"Aww, what’s the matter? Your spirit didn’t feel like it was in this fight. Did you finally realize just how futile it is to keep challenging me like this? I feel so bad for your Pokemon, having to serve under such a weak trainer." Why? No matter how much training you do, no matter how many times you try, why is there such a difference in ability? "Now then, you know the drill. Pay up." You grab out your wallet, but- "What? You don’t have any money? You mean to say you challenged me to a battle without making sure you could pay when you lost? Maintaining my beautiful look doesn’t come cheap, you know." You apologize, and promise you’ll bring her payment tomorrow. "As if I’d trust the words of a loser. You can’t even win a battle, how do you expect to earn enough money by tomorrow? You know what? Just give me your Pokemon instead, and I’ll let you off the hook. They’re wasted on you, anyway." Pleading with her, you promise that you’ll definitely pay her back tomorrow. "Fine, it can’t be helped. If you get on all fours and kiss my foot, I’ll wait until tomorrow to collect your payment." What? Kiss... her foot? "Get to it, already! Unlike you, I actually have a life to live." The thought of kissing her foot utterly humiliates and disgusts you, but what choice do you have? Getting on your knees, you lean down. Immediately, a thick and heavy odor enters your nose. "Teehee~ Smells, doesn’t it? I train at the dojo every day, after all. Not that a loser like you would know what that’s like. Well, go on. Kiss my foot. But I’ll warn you, one dose of Klara poison and there’s no turning back."

Day Four
You’re on your hands and knees, begging at Klara’s feet. "Oh wow. After desperately selling off everything you had, you managed to barely earn enough to pay me back. And immediately after, the first thing you do is beg for another battle. And how do you plan to pay me when you lose?" Blushing, you sheepishly mutter that you could maybe... kiss her feet. "..." Without warning, Klara kicks you onto your back and stomps her foot on your groin. "What do we have here? Is that a boner I feel under my foot? Don’t tell me- was the battle just a pretense for you to lose and kiss my foot again?" Your entire face is red, and you can’t say anything against her accusations. "Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic... Did your mind get poisoned from that kiss? One thing’s for sure- I’m not going to waste my time battling you anymore." Your heart sinks. You’re about to beg her once more, but she turns around and starts walking. "Follow me." Eh? Confused, you get up to follow her. "Ah ah ah, no getting up. Footpets only crawl on the floor. Get up again and you’ll never see me or my beautiful, smelly feet again." You immediately drop down on all fours and crawl after her. You feel totally humiliated and pray the whole time that no one passes by.

Day ???
"I’m back. Whew, today was super hot, so I’m extra sweaty today." As Klara plops down onto her bed, you excitedly crawl over to her bed and inhale the odorous aroma emanating from her socks. "Yes, yes. Slow down, boy. My feet aren’t going anywhere." After crawling to her house and giving her all your Pokemon, cash and anything else you owned, you became Klara’s live-in footpet. In exchange for cleaning, cooking, and other chores around the house, and doing whatever dirty work Klara tells you to prepare for her opponents, you get to greet her when she comes home at the end of the day and sniff and lick all the stench and sweat out of her beautiful feet. "Look at you, so greedily taking in my stench. I never get tired of seeing you debase your pathetic self."

"By the way, did you know? Being a poison trainer, my sweat actually has a special type of poison in it. One whiff of it and your mind becomes hazy. If I’m ever losing against an especially strong trainer, I’ll just casually take off my shoes and in a matter of seconds, the trainer is unable to call out any commands and has to surrender." Now that she mentions it, you do find it hard to think properly while you’re lapping away at her soles. "And that’s not all. If any of it gets so much as on your lips from, say, a kiss, you’ll become addicted to it and willing to do anything to get another taste." Wait, did she say a kiss? "Do you get it? From the moment I made that offer, you were already doomed to become my footslave." Maybe you ought to be angry, but the stink of her sweat clouds your mind, leaving no room for anything else. "Still, normally the poison doesn’t instantly make you addicted. For you to have fallen so fast, you must’ve already been a massive foot pervert deep down. Isn’t that great, getting to live out your dream while being useful to an actual human being? Your only response was to continue sniffing away at her socks in utter bliss."