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Tom's Tempting Toes for Guy Threepgood by Draconicon

Tom Nook wasn't surprised that the villager was coming up short this week. Times had been hard for some of the other, longer-term residents in the village, and no matter how much work one did, if the employer couldn't pay, then the employee was out of luck. He understood economics; he made all of his money off of manipulating the system.

That didn't mean that he was going to let the villager off the hook. The tanuki shook his head at the human on the other side of the counter.

"I can't take a down-payment this week. You already gave me one last week."

"Times are hard, Tom. I'm doing my best."

"I've been seeing you working, young man. You have been fishing at least as often as you've been working."

The human at least had the decency to blush. Tom sighed, looking down at his merchandise. He hadn't had much of a downturn during these times, but that was because he could sell to travelers and villagers alike. The others, not so much.

The tanuki looked up again. The human had been a part of the village for less time than anyone else, but he was a valued part of the community. If Tom pushed him too much, then the rest of the village could sympathize with him. The loss of the village half of his market, while not crippling, would make him far less comfortable.

At the same time, he couldn't downsize the payment again. Once had been enough, and he'd dealt with four other people asking for the same deal. With all of his carefully structured plans, Tom knew how much he would have at any given time, and would be able to project his financial plans much further into the future. If those plans went off the rails, so would his projections, and so would everything else.

The human opened his mouth, but Tom silenced him with a raised hand.

"I am not going to give you a discount."

"But Tom, I need -"

"What do you have? What can you sell?"

"Are you kidding me? Tom, I'm living with the minimums as it is. I can't sell anything else except my house, and the only one that would buy that is you."

"There has to be something."

"Well then, you need to tell me what it is. I can't think of anything. Please, Tom, just give me a month. I promise, I'll do anything, and I'll you the money next month. I do anything, I swear."

The tanuki's annoyance momentarily faded as old thoughts came back to mind. He hadn't had them since he visited the city all those years ago, thoughts of what he would do when he was a wealthy guy and could do what he wanted, when he wanted. The old thoughts had been attractive then, and they were no less so now, particularly with someone he technically had at his mercy.

"Anything?"

"Tom, you know me. I'll do any work that someone gives me, if I can."

"Well, I might have a deal for you."

Tom reached for his chair, sitting down as the villager looked hopeful. The business side of the tanuki knew that this was a good deal, and wondered how far he could push it. The personal side felt that he should start small, and let the human get used to working with him on this, and then move up to the bigger stuff.

Lifting his feet off of the ground as he got comfortable, Tom put them on his counter. They were bare, as they always were, and he knew what the human was seeing. He could see the reflection in the glass countertop, too. His soles were long and slender, with his toes as dexterous as a raccoon's. The ball of his foot and partway down the stirrup had soft, darker pads on them, as did his heel. Along the toes and the pads were a fair bit of sweat droplets, evidence of his hard work.

The human looked at him with some confusion, and Tom smiled.

"You want to pay your debt for the month?"

"Of course."

"Then you're going to work on these."

"What do you mean, work on?"

"I mean, you're going to start licking them clean."

The shock on the villager's face told him how unpleasant the idea sounded, but Nook wouldn't have forgiven such debt with an easy task. He wiggled his toes, the long digits dripping a bit onto the countertop.

"Come come, I don't have all day. Are you or aren't you?"

"You can't be serious. I thought you were going to have me clean the shop or something."

"That would maybe cover a tenth of your debt. This will cover it in full for the month."

"Can't I -"

"Only if you want to stay in debt. The offer is open for ten more seconds."

"But that's absolutely -"

"9 seconds."

Tom couldn't help smiling as the human realized he was backed into a corner. It was always good business to make sure that one got the best they could get for the least price, and this human would have to give a good price.

With five seconds to go, the human leaned forward, and Tom grinned. He laid his hands on his rounded belly, watching as the villager stuck out his tongue and started to lick. The soft feeling of a tongue working over his feet was something he'd never felt but often imagined, and the sensation was just as good as he'd hoped it would be.

It was warm, wet, and a little bit of a tickle as the human's tongue dragged along his padded soles. It left him feeling warm, and more than a little superior. Each lick was through sweat and dirt, after all, and seeing the human - the village's favorite little worker - serving him like this felt pretty darn good. It made him feel like the big businessman that he had always wanted to be.

One of his hands reached a little lower, rubbing over the edge of his pants before going lower still. The next lick from the human went over his toes, almost sliding between them. The slimy touch on the drier parts of his foot felt even better, and he couldn't help squeezing his growing bulge.

"That's it. Keep licking. Make sure that you get it all clean."

This is what he should have had from the start. He should have made it big in the city, gotten rich and made a name for himself. He shouldn't be back here in the hind-end of nowhere, running a two-bit shop that was the only good thing for miles around and dealing with the bumpkins around here. He should have staff, accountants, 'people' that would follow his orders and do what he asked, not the helpers that he occasionally got around here.

Squeezing his growing bulge with as much anger as lust, he curled his toes around the human's tongue. The villager groaned in complaint, and Tom pushed his other foot against the human's head.

"You better not forget the other one. And if you think that's bad, you can come up here and try cleaning something else. I can almost guarantee you'll prefer my feet then."

He squeezed and groped at himself again, and the human got the point immediately. Tom almost felt a bit bad for the human, but that was displaced at the next soft lick along his arch. The human was gradually working his way down, and he liked that; it felt right for the human to be cleaning him like this.

Eventually he'd make the money to get out of here. The investment in giving the human a home was something that had put him back a ways, but the human would pay it off eventually. With interest, to boot, and with a lot of it. Tom could already see where he might take that, how he could work the charges around. Hell, raise it, even, so that the human would pay the normal rate and work the rest off like this.

He smirked. It was a good thought.

As the human reached the bottom of his foot, licking clean the heel, he lifted the cleaned foot and dragged it over the villager's face. Spittle and little bits of sweat got rubbed all over the human's cheek before Tom presented his other foot.

"This one now. Make sure you get between the toes real good."

"And this'll clear the month's debt?"

"Only if you stop asking that question."

The threat was enough to get the human back to work. The tanuki grinned at the eagerness behind the licks. Whether it was an honest need to please or a fear of failure, he didn't care. All that mattered was that it was done well, and the human was doing very well.

I suppose he'll need a glass of water after all this. Well, I can give him that; he's done well enough, Tom thought, reaching to the water cooler by his register and getting the cup ready.

He didn't just hand it over, though. The human hadn't earned it yet, and he wasn't giving anything up until he had gotten everything he wanted. Tom moaned from the next lick between his toes, fanning them out.

It was like watching someone drag a brush back and forth between his toes, except this one was wet and much nicer feeling than any grooming implement. Tom was so close to pulling the waistband of his pants down and just stroking himself to the feeling, but there was a line he didn't want to cross yet. A threat was one thing. Actually exposing himself and following through was more than he thought he could carry off.

But one day he would. One day, he would have the power and wealth to do what he wanted, and then he would have someone doing this every day. Probably this villager, or whoever replaced him. There would always be someone desperate enough for the job.

When his feet were finally cleaned, the tanuki reluctantly handed over the cup of water. It had warmed in his hand rather than staying cool, but the human didn't seem to care that much. It probably just felt better to get the dirt and sweat out of his mouth. Tom knew he certainly wouldn't want it in there, but then again, he'd never get himself into a situation when he'd have to do what the human just did.

"There you go. You're debt free for the month."

"Thanks, Tom. I guess."

"I could always say you're not."

"...Thanks, Tom."

The tanuki nodded, watching the human leave. As the door shut, he sat down again, pulling down the waistband of his pants, and letting out his cock. That much waiting had been torture, and he needed to let off the rest of his...tension.

Groping himself, he thought, I wonder what I can get him to do next month...

The End