{"sf1_id":842987,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Ace of Clubs [C]","author":"AllisonTowers","words":1719,"posted_at":"2015-04-03T16:12:00.000Z","tags":["Bakery","Cookies","Feet","Feetpaws","Fennec","Fox","Lynx","M/M","Pawpads","Paws","Tiffin","Vore (soft)","Wolf","ace","belly","benny","chicken","debt","ezra","stomach","tummy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/842987-ace-of-clubs-c","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/842987","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=842987\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Part 1 of a two-part story commission for AceWolfy1996!\nAce runs a bakery in town to share his delicious treats, but he's about to learn what happens when he can't afford to repay a loan from some of the town's shadier businessmen...\nI love Ezra, even though he's a villain and stuff. He looks so awesome in those fancy clothes of his!\nEzra is (C) AllisonTowers\nAce is (C) AceWolfy1996\nBenny is (C) Benedict-Blitz\nWritten by AllisonTowers based on AceWolfy1996's ideas.https://www.furaffinity.net/user/allisontowers/https://www.furaffinity.net/user/acewolfy1996/https://www.furaffinity.net/user/benedict-blitz/","content":" The denizens of Tigertail Lane knew well the\ngentle smell of freshly-baked cakes and bread as it rolled down over the\ncobbles. The odour trail originated at the doors of Ace's Cakes, a bakery owned\nby Ace himself. Ace was well-known around town as the owner of the bakery and\nart gallery on Tigertail Lane and for being as friendly as possible to everyone\nhe met. Ace loved to have a laugh with everyone who came through his doors. He\nsaw himself as a purveyor of happiness first and confectionary second.\n At the end of a long Saturday when Ace was\njust about to close up the bakery, he heard the bell ring to signal the arrival\nof a new friend to serve. He gazed at the door as it drifted shut and around\nthe room, but there was no sign of anybody.\n 'Hmm...' Ace thought as he went back to his\nbusiness.\n \"Hey!\" he heard. \"Down here!\"\n Ace leaned over the counter and sure enough\nthere was a short fennec fox in a brown turtleneck sweater looking up at him.\n \"Sorry Benny, I guess I didn't see you down\nthere!\" Ace said, not wanting an awkward atmosphere.\n The fennec simply grinned and remarked that it\nwas a common occurrence. Soon enough they were giggling together about it while\nAce looked over the Special Order ticket the fennec had brought with him.\n \"Oh yes, the chicken cookies. It's a good\nthing your master orders these every week. Business has been a bit slow\nlately.\" Ace sighed as he bagged up an order of cookies specially made in the\nshape of little roast chickens.\n Benny dropped some coins on the counter and\nmade off with the special chicken cookies. Ace followed him to the door to see\nhim off.\n \"See you next week, Benny!\" he cried as the\nfennec scampered away.\n Ace returned to the counter and popped open\nthe cash register. It opened with less of a chink than he'd hoped; there wasn't\nmuch coin or notes in there this week. The sun started falling down in the sky\nas Ace counted up towards his target, but unlike the sun, Ace was stopped\nshort.\n 'Not enough...It's okay, maybe they'll be cool\nabout it. It'll be okay.' Ace thought as he stepped towards the door.\n He changed the sign on the door to Closed and set to work pulling in all\nthe furniture from the outdoor seating area. He huffed as he got the last chair\ninside and went to push the door closed, but it was stuck. He thought he'd be\nsafe if he closed as fast as possible and got out of there, but looking down he\nsaw a well-polished shoe jamming his door open.\n He gulped and opened the door, letting the man\nenter. He saw the familiar but foreboding face of Ezra the lynx, a collector\nfrom a specialist agency of questionable legal status who had given Ace a loan\nsome time ago.\n \"You're closing awfully early. I hope you're\nnot trying to avoid me, Ace.\" said Ezra with a devious grin. His fur was a dark\ncharcoal colour, with silver shards breaking the darkness on his cheek tufts.\n Ace laughed nervously. \"Of course not! We're\nstill open, it's just...private service for VIPs like yourself.\"\n Ezra smiled as he pushed his pince-nez up his nose.\nHe took off his bowler hat and blazer and hung them by the door, dressed down\nto his specially elasticated shirt and waistcoat and his 'trademark' teal\nstring-tie. \"That's good to hear, but I'm not here for cakes.\"\n \"Then to what do I owe the pleasure?\" Ace\nasked, using a friendly smile to distract from his shaking knees.\n \"You've been behind on your payments,\nAcey-boy. If it was up to me I'd give you more time, but my higher-ups are\npressing me to collect the deficit.\" Ezra reached behind the counter and helped\nhimself to a slice of tiffin and taking a small bite.\n \"About that...I-I actually don't have-\"\n \"Oh, this is good!\" Ezra said, guzzling the\nrest of the tiffin slice down in record time. Ezra stood out among the agency's\ndebt collectors for his appetite.\n Ace rubbed his sweating hands on his apron,\nending up with flour stuck to his pads. He took the apron off and cast it\naside, seeing if he felt more confident displaying his favourite blue t-shirt\nand grey cargo shorts.\n \"Ezra. I don't have the money.\"\n Ezra stopped licking his fingers and shot a\nlook of disappointment at Ace. \"Oh, Ace. Lysander won't be happy. And it's\ndifficult for people to remain unharmed when my boss isn't happy.\"\n Ace gulped.\n \"You're part of his special club now.\nLysander's Proprietor's Club. We don't call it a triad or other dirty words,\nbecause we're all friends. We're all friends in our own little club especially\nfor proprietors of businesses under Lysander's protection.\" Ezra's smile\ndropped away abruptly. \"Perhaps it's time you visited the Clubhouse, Ace.\"\nThere\nwas a pause.\n\"Come,\ncome into the back room with me and we'll talk business.\" Ezra said, walking\nbehind the counter and through the door, needing no invitation to pass beyond\nthe Employees Only sign.\n Ace followed and tried to speak, but could\nonly find himself stammering. He let his shoulder-length black hair fall from\nits hairnet and into his hands, pulling at it.\n \"Sit down, Ace.\" Ezra said, perching himself\non the edge of the table and offering one of Ace's own chairs to him.\n In his anxious state, Ace threw himself down\non the chair a little too hard and felt it topple backwards. He kicked his legs\nout and felt his ankle grabbed by Ezra, stopping him before he hit the floor.\n \"Steady now!\" Ezra said as he gripped the\nankle. \"You...have very fine paws, Ace.\"\n Ace was taken aback at the sudden compliment\nand blushed, still stuttering incoherently.\n \"I know what will calm you down.\" Ezra said,\npulling up another chair in front of Ace and pulling Ace's paws into his lap.\nDespite being barefoot all the time, Ace's paws were pristine. Ezra's thumb\nrolled over the surface of the wolf's pawpad and he wondered at the silky feel.\nHe repeated the movement with his thumb and pushed a little harder this time,\nfeeling it squish Ace's big, blue pad. With both thumbs he kneaded each pawpad\nlike that, watching for Ace's reaction.\n Ace had melted. Ezra's experience was clear\nand it was hard to keep his guard up through such an expert pawrub. The wolf wriggled\nhis toes and Ezra responded by squeezing and rubbing those too.  \"Y-you know,\nthis isn't going to make me able to afford the payment...\" Ace whimpered.\n \"Oh, I know.\" Ezra said. \"This isn't related\nto business.\"\n Ace nearly fell off his chair when he felt\nEzra's warm tongue gliding over his foot, from the heel all the way to the\ntoes. He grinned, seeing an opening in Ezra's steel façade. He pressed his foot\nagainst Ezra's face and curled his toes around the lynx's nose. Ezra blinked,\nbut continued working his tongue at the soft blue pad, worshipping the wolf's\nsexy paws.\n Ace kicked back and enjoyed watching the\nfearsome debt collector reduced to a paw-slave. He'd found a way to get the\nbetter of Ezra and he might even be able to use the leverage to weasel his way\nout of the 'Proprietor's Club' he'd mentioned.\n \"Keep tasting those paws, lynx!\" said Ace\nconfidently. \"They're the sweetest treat in the whole shop.\"\n Ezra went to move to the other foot, but Ace\npulled them away. This was the moment when he'd show Ezra who's boss.\n \"I'll let you keeping playing with my paws,\nEzra,\" he said. \"If we can forget about this silly loan business.\"\n Ezra frowned, his tongue drawing back from the\npad it was lapping at. \"Sorry, Ace. You're in the Proprietor's Club and the\nfirst rule is that you always pay what you owe.\"\n Ace yipped as he watched his whole foot\nsuddenly disappear into Ezra's mouth, followed swiftly by the other one. Ezra\nwas holding the ankles in place with one hand while his other deftly removed\nhis string-tie and set it aside - which could only mean one thing.\n Ace tried to struggle free, but the slippery\nconfines of Ezra's throat were surrounding his feet. The lynx kicked his chair\naway and kneeled for a better angle, swallowing the feet he had just worshipped\nand following it up with Ace's lower legs. Ace whined as he felt his legs\nlocked together by the strong oesophagus, the heat coming from those walls\nincredible yet strangely soothing. Ezra stretched his mouth into a grin and Ace\ncould see into the corners of his wet maw, all the space taken up by his own\nknees. The lynx moved up faster and faster, easing him in like a snake would\neat its prey. Ezra's prey whimpered and tried to cling to the chair, but there\nwas nowhere he could go. Soon enough he felt his feet no longer as tightly\nconfined and knew that the first part of his body had entered Ezra's stretchy\nstomach.\n Ezra suddenly yanked Ace from the chair and\nstood him up almost straight. It was a strange experience feeling himself\nstanding on the bottom of Ezra's stomach, supported by the oncoming throat. He\nthought he could keep himself stuck like this, but Ezra's swallowing was too\nstrong and combined with gravity, he had nowhere to go but down into the fleshy\ncavern of Ezra's maw. His body started to curl up inside Ezra as his arms were\ntrapped in the throat. He pawed desperately at the walls, to no avail. To his\ndismay it wasn't long before he had to watch Ezra's lips closing tight behind\nhim, leaving him in the dark but short journey down to the stomach. He curled\nup, now fully inside the predator's stomach and whined to himself. It looked\nlike he would be visiting the Clubhouse after all.\n Ezra stood up and straightened his shirt,\nhappy that his meal wasn't squirming too much. After collecting his string-tie,\ncoat and hat, the lynx set off, stopped only briefly by the beginnings of a\nstomach-ache.\n \"I shouldn't have eaten all that tiffin.\" Ezra\nwinced, carrying on nevertheless to deliver the latest addition to his list of\nprey."}