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After a long, eventful day of battling Pokemon, ShadowWereGarurumon decides to relax and satisfy his urges while sniffing his feet, only to encounter a pikachu, who doesn't know who he is, or that he's the enemy. And then things become a bit graphic... Gore warning.

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Doodle Story: The Wonders of Your Feet

It had been a long day for him. So far he disrupted a clan meeting with a bunch of croconaws, ate one of them whole, vored a feraligatr whole, and dumped the remains all over a bathroom floor. It had all been nasty, but ShadowWereGarurumon didn't mind at all. He didn't know what happened to that treecko or sandslash, unfortunately, so he was gonna have to explain that to his superiors. But for now, he was spending the last hour of the day looking for a midnight snack. The werewolf became hungry the second he disposed of the crocodile creature, so a little poochyena or mouse stewing in his belly for the night would be lovely. But he had no luck so far. ...Perhaps he shouldn't have split away from BlackWarGreymon; his nose was broken, according to what he said. Damnit, he knew he smelled a treecko in that bathroom! He just knew he did! Sure, his own feet smelled a bit like cheese and dirty socks...well, strike that, they smelled horrible. Anyone within a few yards of the ShadowWereGarurumon would've been able to smell him before they saw him, if anything, smell his feet. And if that wasn't enough, BlackWarGreymon was with him, and his feet didn't smell any better. ShadowWereGarurumon supposed that the overpowering stench of their feet may have blocked out the smell of the treecko, but still...he knew in his mind he was in that bathroom. ...And now he was beginning to wonder why he didn't search the stalls after he finished up. The canine swore out loud and punched a tree, hearing several leaves clutter to the ground in front of him. ShadowWereGarurumon glanced down at the leaves that fell before staring at his feet and wiggling his toes. ...They sure were big. Smelly, too. The canine backed away and sat down with his back pressed against a large log before he grinned and stared at the massive footpaws. He leaned forward and took a large whiff of both of them with his eyes shut before murring and grinning widely. God...they stank so much right now. He had been running around and walking all day; the odor on them must've been skyrocketing. The canine got off on the smell of feet, especially his own. He didn't know why; he loved smelling Limburger cheese when he was a young pup, and now that he was all grown up it seems that the smell has gotten to him. The ShadowWereGarurumon touched his footpaws with both paws and rubbed them up and down. Jackpot. They were sweaty and moist, and if he stuck his fingers in-between his toes, some malodorous gunk would come out. ShadowWereGarurumon leaned forward and deeply inhaled the sour odor of his hairy, musky footpaws yet again before leaning back and murring loudly.

"Yeeesssssss..." hissed the canine.

ShadowWereGarurumon moaned exuberantly before he leaned forward and took another huge whiff of his stinky toes. Murring again, ShadowWereGarurumon leaned against the log and looked down, noticing a small bulge in his trousers. The werewolf looked left and right before grinning and placing his right paw inside his pants. He inhaled sharply and started to calmly stroke his cock with his eyes closed, relaxing as he smelled the air a couple of times.

"Mmmm...that feels good..."

Shadow bent down and sniffed his feet again, pressing his nose against the toes on both feet, before leaning back and exhaling again.

"Oh yes...yes, I can't get enough of that lovely stench..." he murred.

ShadowWereGarurumon started to rub his cock faster than before as it grew, making a massive hill in his pants. He gasped and unzipped his pants slowly, pulling down the waistband on his underwear and trousers so it revealed his long, black cock. The odor of his musky, unwashed balls mixed with the stench of his rotten footpaws and only made him hornier, and he started to paw-off even faster than before. ShadowWereGarurumon bent down and took another long whiff of his toes before murring loudly and vigorously rubbing his paw up and down his shaft. The canine eventually came to the assumption a few years back that he had a paraphilia for feet. Big, sweaty, musky, stinky feet, such as his own. He didn't know how it happened, but the ShadowWereGarurumon could never resist his urges, and one day while sniffing a Digimon's unwashed and cheesy feet, he noticed a rather lengthy bulge in his trousers. The next day, he looked down at how big his own footpaws were before sitting down and rubbing them, sniffing them vigorously as well. The next thing he knew, he was shooting his load all over the wall. It just...happened. Like right now, for instance. All he did was punch a tree in frustration, and somehow, it led to him fapping in the middle of the forest. So maybe he had a foot fetish and literally couldn't resist large, aromatic footpaws. So what? It's not like he was the only one with his own kinky/disgusting fetish. DarkTyrannomon was into vore; BlackWarGrowlmon was into snuff; Ogremon allegedly liked to soil himself; BlackWarGreymon allegedly had a thing for scat. ShadowWereGarurumon was also wary of BlackGrowlmon and BlackImperialdramon, both of whom seemed to love smelling and expelling their flatulence. What was the word for that fetish again? Eproctophilia? Eh, whatever; he just thought it was weird. And then there was BlackGuilmon...who creeped the living shit out of him. He was beginning to think the Digimon was into necrophilia. He hadn't seen anything, but he remembered the time he saw him standing in front of a pile of dead Pokémon, and one of them had a few blotches of mysterious white goo on them...and BlackGuilmon couldn't stop giggling with a devilish grin on his face. The fact that BlackWarGrowlmon was grinning as well and patting BlackGuilmon on the shoulder, muttering, "Good boy." was even creepier. He liked doing that stuff too-his idea of enjoyment was chopping a Pokémon up into sushi-but he wasn't sure if he found any of it sexy...just thrilling. Then again, he never judged, considering he was the one currently masturbating to the odor of his feet and testicles.

ShadowWereGarurumon shouted with ecstasy as he increased his speed, stroking his shaft so much he could see some the veins bulging out as his dick throbbed. The werewolf leaned forward and took another massive whiff of those rancid footpaws of his before murring again, practically gurgling on the saliva in the back of his throat. Oh man...they smelled so funky right now; he just had to masturbate to get rid of the lustful urge in his mind. Another long sniff, sounding like he was doing a line of cocaine. He bent his head far down so he could press his muzzle against the actual sole of his left footpaw, which was sweaty and warm. ShadowWereGarurumon started howling and shouting at the top of his lungs now, no longer keeping his bliss bottled up inside his throat. His dick throbbed continuously as he pawed-off, leaking a little bit of precum that would soon turn into the notorious blotch of white cum everyone was used to seeing. He was making a huge racket though, and shockingly didn't seem to care if anyone heard him.

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There was a pikachu who was shivering and whimpering to himself as he hid inside the log. A few Virus Digimon caught wind of his scent. He managed to fight them off, but one of them seemed to be immune to his inferior lightning attacks, so he decided to cut his losses and run away. Smart move, considering his opponent was desperate to eviscerate the first hunk of flesh it saw. The pikachu got out of the log and looked around, sighing with relief once he noticed the coast was clear. He was about to walk in the opposite direction when he heard feral yowling in the distance, like an animal was in pain. The pikachu's ear twitched and he turned around, scratching his head in confusion. Another roar was heard, and the pikachu raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell...?"

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ShadowWereGarurumon moaned again and started to masturbate with both paws, pawing-off like crazy, ready to rip his cock right off. He was about to blow his load. Panting like a puppy, the ShadowWereGarurumon bent down one last time to take a whiff of his bad-boys, dabbing his nose on the sole of his right footpaw. Taking in the malodorous aroma, the werewolf leaned back and howled again, before his whole body convulsed and he jerked a little. Swearing out loud from the erotic and sudden sensation, ShadowWereGarurumon watched as his cock shot out six streams of what looked like thick milk from his penis, the streams falling back down onto his pants and waist due to gravity. The canine exhaled loudly before letting go of his dick and looking down at the mess. Most of the cum had got on his pants, and would probably bleed into the fabric unless he cleaned them up soon, which he knew he wasn't going to do. Fuck it, he thought. His pants were dirty as it was. A few blotches of semen wouldn't kill him.

"Hello?" called a voice out in the distance.

The ShadowWereGarurumon stashed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up quickly, just when the pikachu arrived and spotted him.

"Hey, did you hear loud yowling and screaming a few minutes ago?"

ShadowWereGarurumon exhaled again and shook his head. "Nah."

"Huh. Coulda sworn I heard something...who are you, by the way?"

ShadowWereGarurumon grinned. "No one."

The pikachu took a step back. "Shit, you're not one of those uh, those Digimon who are trying to kill all of us, are you?"

"Relax...I'm not here to kill you," he lied.

"Just been walking around all day and I'm resting for the night, that's all."

"Oh...well, um...your feet do look tired."

"Yes...they're very tired. Been running around all day..." said ShadowWereGarurumon, leaning back and wiggling his toes.

"...Do you think I could make a deal with you? You see, a group of bad monsters have been trying to kill me for the past half-hour and...well, it would benefit me if I had a little more muscle on my side. Perhaps if I rub your feet and comfort you, you'll be my bodyguard for the night?"

ShadowWereGarurumon laughed evilly in his mind as he muttered, "SUCKER!" and grinned a little for real.

"Sure...rub away, pikachu."

The pikachu walked over to ShadowWereGarurumon's gargantuan feet and whistled with amazement, surprised at how big they were.

"Wow, these babies are a little taller than me even!"

The pikachu pressed his nose against both soles and sniffed both of them twice before smiling widely.

"And they smell like cheese! I love the smell of Limburger cheese!"

"Oh goody, this should work out perfectly for me-I uh, I mean, the both of us."

The pikachu grabbed the left foot first, massaging it with both hands and occasionally pressing his nose up against the sole, inhaling the strong odor of malt vinegar and moldy, slimy cheese. The pikachu didn't know why, but the smell of cheese, and feet for that matter, didn't bother him. Of course, he found them nowhere near as enjoyable as ShadowWereGarurumon did, or he'd already have a boner. The pikachu slowly rubbed his hands up and down, sliding his tiny fingers through the gap in-between the toes and shaking all the gunk away, trying his best not to grimace. Then he took another whiff of the stinky footpaw and began to squeeze them softly, making ShadowWereGarurumon sigh and moan with pleasure. It had been such a long time since someone was willing to rub the canine's stinky feet, but now, he found a victim who not only tolerated the odor, but liked it. It was all playing out so perfectly. ShadowWereGarurumon put his paws behind his head and leaned back as he watched the pikachu scurry over and work on his right footpaw using the same methods. First, he started out by merely rubbing the stinky footpaw with no hesitation, getting in a few whiffs of the bad cheesy stench, before squeezing them a couple of times. The pikachu wasn't licking the luscious feet, but ShadowWereGarurumon thought it was funny and rare that he wasn't hesitating even a little bit to bury his nose in his stinky footpaw. Yes...his giant, stinky footpaw, Oh, and it was so sweaty and clammy too, dirty and full of musk-ShadowWereGarurumon slapped himself before he got another raging boner and started masturbating again. That was the last thing he needed to do in front of the pikachu. The canine looked back down at the pikachu and noticed he was still burying his face into the right footpaw, before he grabbed both of them and pressed them together, hugging them like he was hugging two Pokémon simultaneously. The pikachu smiled with his eyes shut and rubbed his cheeks against the hairy soles of his feet.

"Oh, I just adore the smell of your feet. They're so sweaty and hairy too, like a warm, damp rug."

"Hehe, I had no idea you'd take a liking to my feet so much."

"Don't be too flattered. It's mostly cause they smell like cheese...and they're so big!"

"Well, since you like them so much, maybe you should get better acquainted with them!"

ShadowWereGarurumon shoved the pikachu forward and stood up, jumping on the pikachu and pressing his left footpaw down on his body. He smiled and giggled as he started to rub his foot back and forth on the Pokémon, smothering the animal with his foot stink. The pikachu giggled too, grabbing the footpaw and sniffing it with glee, obsessing over the cheesy odor. ShadowWereGarurumon wiggled his toes as well, and could feel the pikachu's nostrils flaring everytime he inhaled. The pikachu was so happy that he completely forgot about wanting protection from the Virus Digimon. He just wanted to sleep under this stinky, furry blanket. It was very warm and rank, although the pikachu could do without the sweaty feeling. The salty taste creeping in his mouth was a bit too much, but he tolerated it, as long as he could sleep under the comfy footpaw. That's when the pikachu noticed he was having trouble breathing and needed a bit of fresh air, so he tapped the werewolf on his footpaw, expecting him to raise his foot. He didn't. Then he tried to get up, force the footpaw off his face and body. He didn't. So, he charged up his tiny body with a small bolt of electricity, giving the canine a small shock on his footpaw. ...Apparently it didn't work, and the ShadowWereGarurumon simply giggled and wiggled his toes again. Okay, this isn't funny anymore. Lift your damn foot up; I can't breathe, he thought. The pikachu partially saw the ShadowWereGarurumon's face looking through the gaps in-between the toes and noticed that the canine wasn't smiling anymore. He was grinning...devilishly. ShadowWereGarurumon pushed his foot down and applied more pressure on the pikachu, slowly suffocating him and squeezing the breath out of his little lungs. The pikachu started to panic now, and repeatedly delivered an electric shock to ShadowWereGarurumon, but nothing worked, and he merely giggled each time he was zapped. He needed some fresh air. Fast.

And that's when the pikachu heard something in his body pop and felt a bone, or two, crack. Naturally, the pikachu screamed and continued to try and squirm away, but to no avail. ShadowWereGarurumon applied more pressure and grinned even more when he felt something warm spewing on his sole, blood coming out of the pikachu's mouth. The Pokémon continued to scream, but the noise was muffled by the smelly foot, so no one could hear him. A few of his ribs were snapping now, and one of them poked him in the lung. His pelvis cracked and his nose slowly broke, one of his teeth became chipped, and his hips were becoming contorted and fragile, until they snapped and chunks of bone began to float around in his body. The pikachu was shrieking now, praying for air and hoping the animal would stop. He still wasn't dead yet, and if he was lucky, he could head over to a Pokémon medical center, get proper treatment. Blood was coming out of every orifice now, except his eyes, which were slowly squeezing out salty tears of pain. He was slowly being flattened like a pancake, and at the rate he was going, it wouldn't be much longer until the pain got to him and he died of shock.

But ShadowWereGarurumon didn't feel like waiting for all that, so he just used all the strength in his foot to press down until he heard a loud, crackling squish. It was as though he just popped a water balloon and simultaneously stepped on a pile of dry bones. The werewolf looked down and saw blood emerging from underneath his foot, as well as a few bits of yellow skin from the mouse. He lifted his foot and chuckled at the gruesome sight. The only part of the pikachu he could identify was his yellow tail, which was completely unscathed. The rest of him was crimson smeared into the dirt, little bits of bones and splattered organs lying in the pool. He was particularly interested by the eyeball that had popped and deflated, leaking its juices into the soil. ShadowWereGarurumon looked down at the sole on his left footpaw when he lifted it up to see it was dripping thick red goo, and had bits of bone and yellow skin on it, as well as what appeared to be an ear. The canine opened his maw and slowly licked his sole up and down, collecting all the blood and guts from his foot before swallowing and absorbing the flavor.

"Hmm...not a feraligatr, but it'll do." said ShadowWereGarurumon, licking some more.

The ShadowWereGarurumon finished licking his footpaw clean before placing it down and looking at what used to be a pikachu. He smiled devilishly at the sight before looking around to see if there were any Pokémon in the area, before walking away, feeling quite satisfied about himself. Taking out a small tribe, voring and releasing two animals, masturbating, and having his feet rubbed before killing the little guy with his own footpaw...and all in less than 24 hours.

He was looking forward to what he and the other Digimon were going to do tomorrow.