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“A Funeral Parlor? Really?”

“I know pretty clever right?” James said as he smiled to Aaron. The fox letting his bush tail brush against the seat of the car as they pulled into the micro designated parking lot. Aaron looked up at the monolith of a building, an old Victorian style house, two stories, with a sign Cerruli and Sons Funeral Parlor embedded over the front door. The pair strode along the walk way designed for smaller members of society. A sign in the front lawn of the building boasted that it was a, proud supporter of the Micro Access bill.

“This place just looks so....innocent I guess?” The human finally spoke up as they entered the main lobby of the building. It looked so milquetoast. Thick carpets, old Victorian style stairs, a slightly chubby wolf who looked to be in his late teens behind the counter reading a book. Was this really a base of operations for the Cerruli family?

“Yeah, that's the genius of it! Who looks at a funeral parlor and thinks...well you know!” James continued to lead the way, as the walk way headed right up towards the desk where the gigantic wolf was sitting there reading a book. It seemed funny to Aaron that he could look up at a wolf, the human not coming up to his ankle, and simply think what a nerd he looked like, the wolf was deep in his book, some thick fantasy novel. He didn't even seem to notice James and Aaron coming into the lobby, not like they were exactly making an extravagant entrance. “Hey Gio!” James shouted up to the wolf from the walk way. Gio nearly shot out of his fur, fumbling his book before looking down at James and Aaron.

“Fuck James, don't scare me like that!” He said, his voice a bit shaky as he let out a sigh of relief. “I thought you were my dad or something!” James cocked a brow, though it likely may not have been noticed by Gio.

“Not supposed to be reading on the job?” James teased, letting his bushy tail wag behind him again.

“N-No Sir!” James flashed a sly grin to Aaron.

“No worries Gio, anyways me and my fresh meat here” James gestured to Aaron “are here to see your old man! Think you could unlock the elevator for us?”

“Oh of course! I'm Giovanni by the way!” He said, extending his paw, index finger pointed forward towards Aaron. The human grasped the finger with both hands, shaking it.

“Aaron, a pleasure!” The human said.

“So you're going to be working for the....uh....family?”

“Yeah, something like that I guess.” Aaron replied as Gio pulled back his paw and opened up the elevator for them. A tiny elevator for micros, re-purposed from a dumbwaiter, used in order to quickly ascend up to the second floor where the offices were held. James and Aaron stepped in, Gio pressing a button on on the control to close the door behind them and start the ascent.

“Relax, it's an easy job!” James reassured his friends “you make some deliveries, collect your cash, done and done!” Aaron nodded, he wasn't even sure what someone of his stature could possibly delivering that a wolf like Gio couldn't manage, but James was making good money here, frighteningly good money. Aaron needed money. The elevator door opened up back to another walkway, one that was bolted into the walls, about halfway off the ground.

“Don't suppose they have like little golf carts do they?” Aaron joked nervously as they began their stride towards the office.

“Oh come on, the walk's good for you!” James retorted as they strode steadily towards the fine oak door of the office.

'Mr. A Cerruli, Parlor Director' Was in a gold plaque on the door, right next to where the smaller micro door was carved in. Aaron had to appreciate the craftsmanship, it blended in near perfectly with the rest of the door. James knocked on the door, a loud confident knock.

“Come in!” Sitting behind a desk opposite a door was an older wolf in a pinstripe suit. Though the gray fur patterns he shared with Gio implied relationship, the wolf behind the desk carried himself in a manner polar opposite of Gio. As opposed to a t-shirt and hoodie the wolf wore a pinstripe suit with a black tie, his eyes looking much more hungry and ambitious than Gio's, this would be a much tougher introduction. “Ah James, good to see you, son!” He said as the fox swaggered on in, Aaron close behind him. The wolf stood up to greet them properly as the pair came up to where the walkway ended in a circular platform with two chairs on it. It was about where the macro customers would sit. “This must be your friend, Anthony Cerruli!” The wolf extended his paw, finger extended much in the same way Gio had. Aaron couldn't help but notice the claw on the end of the finger this time as he shook it.

“Aaron, a pleasure Sir!” Mister Cerruli smiled.

“Pleasure's all mine.” The wolf leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. “So what has James told you about this job?”

“Just that, it's simple stuff. Drop off, pick up, you pay well. Stuff like that!” Aaron said, trying to throw in a casual shrug. He wondered if he should have mentioned the pay well. Mister Cerruli kept his eyes on the pair.

“And how much do you know about the family business?” Aaron swallowed, he was hoping this question wouldn't come up. That he could just do the deliveries able to claim ignorance in case of any sort of...complications.

“Just that it's a respected funeral parlor, been around for a while. Couple of your cousins own some restaurants too or something?” Mister Cerruli started a slow clap, his paws thundering together.

“Beautiful cop response, truly. But getting serious now, kid. Do you know the full extent of this? Because if you don't, this is your chance to walk out! Otherwise you're in, you don't get out if you're in!” Aaron thought for a moment. He could turn around, go back out that door and go to some nine to five kind of life. That's if he could get a job with the rap sheet, possession wasn't a huge crime in itself, but did he really want some McManager breathing down his neck every shift.

“I'm in!” Mister Cerruli smiled, going back behind his desk to open up a drawer. He took something out of it, clasping it in a closed fist before closing the drawer.

“Good, good. I'm glad you two are here, I've got something to show you!” He walked back towards the circular stage the pair were on, opening his hand to show a human in his palm. A frightened man, his wrists bound behind his back, tape over his mouth. He was squirming and screaming through the tape.

“I'm sure you remember Tommy, James!”

“Of course Mister Cerruli.”

“Well, it seems like our dear friend Tommy here, has been getting a little too comfortable talking to the cops, the wrong kind of cops. You know what we do here with rats, right James?” James looked down at the human, Tommy, who was desperately shaking his head and sobbing.

“We snuff them out, Mister Cerruli.” Mister Cerruli grinned, stepping back a bit. He gently placed Tommy on the floor, and started pacing around. His expensive leather shoes making danger close footfalls by the cowering human.

“Good, good. Anyways, new kid, Aaron, I got your first job! Easy one, real easy.” Mister Cerruli kept up his game of torturing the human beneath his feet, he would pace around him, letting the soles of his shoes fall centimeters from where the human was. Even from up where he was, Aaron could hear Tommy's muffled screams. “Head down to the Hyenas' It's that strip club on Smith and Wesson, Nala's.” Mister Cerruli let the heel of his shoe fall down on Tommy's legs with a crack of bone. He kept his foot raised as he dug that heel into what used to be Tommy's legs. “I know, a strip club! No class those people! Anyways, go see Gio. He'll give you a pre paid credit card, go to Nala's, have a beer or whatever.” He slowly lowered his foot onto the still screaming Tommy, and in an instant the human's muffled wails were snuffed out with a swift crack. “And tip well!”

James had loaned Aaron his car to drive down to Nala's. It seemed a simple enough job, go there, order a beer, drop a five hundred dollar tip.

“Isn't that a bit conspicuous?” Aaron had asked Gio as he was given the credit card, it was a standard micro sized one.

“Only if they leave it on the books as five hundred at once!” Gio flipped a page in his book “Instead they'll drip feed it out, you don't create successful family businesses by being impatient!”

Aaron pulled into the micro parking lot for Nala's. Unsurprisingly, a low grade strip club wasn't exactly a packed house at one in the afternoon on a Thursday. Nala's was set up with two bars. One for micros, one for macros. Behind the micro bar was a young busty hyena, behind the macro bar was a rather buff male hyena who's eyes were glued on Aaron. He walked up to the micro bar.

“So what'll it be hun?” The female hyena asked him, he tried to focus on here, ignoring the macro hyena staring holes right through him.

“Uh...just a beer, thank! Kind of dead here right now, no?” He asked, trying not to stare at her ass as she bent down to grab him a bottle from the cooler, or at her breasts when she placed the beer in front of him.

“What? Were you hoping to see some dancers?” she asked as she did a pirouette, “cause I could hop on the counter top and do a quick routine. Or Wallace here could hop on one of the poles!” The larger male looked down over the micro bar.

“No and no!” He said simply before going back to manning the macro bar as the macro entrance door opened, a German Shepherd dressed in a police uniform walking in and taking a seat.

“Hey Wallace!” The shepherd said as he took his seat. Although he was somewhat slim by macro standards, Aaron still couldn't help but pictured the labored movements of a titan as the shepherd sat down.

“Hey Frank, the usual?”

“You know it!” The shepherd said as a bottle was placed before him. Aaron tried not to stare too much at the cop.

“So, you going to drink that beer, or just admire the boys?” the smaller hyena teased Aaron as he looked back to the bottle realizing he hadn't touched the drink. He hastily took a sip, asking for the check.

“Kind of in and out you know?”

“Right.” She replied as she took the card from him, printing out the form for him to sign. He hastily wrote the tip amount and signed it, handing it back over to her. She looked down at the slip, a smile creeping across her lips. She slid the slip into a drawer before placing another bottle of beer before him.

“This one's on the house, with love from the Cheboi family!” Aaron tried to push the drink away, he was still just dipping into the beer he had bought.

“No thanks! I'm good!” The hyena pushed the drink back towards him.

“We insist!” He wasn't about to argue with a pretty girl, doubly one who had a friend five times his size who already seemed to have an issue with him. He slowly sipped his beer, keeping an eye on the cop and the macro hyena behind the bar. Their conversation seemed innocent enough, sports, television, the zoning commission down town. Standard things people talk about over a beer. Aaron took another sip of his beer, trying to at least seem peripheral as he watched the cop.

“So...how about the Wolverines this year?” He asked the girl behind the bar nervously. Keeping at least his lips on the bottle like he was some low grade extra paid to look like he was drinking.

“Yea, third time missing the play offs in a row. Sad really!” She replied. Aaron now had to change his entire next planned piece of the conversation, and hope his tone didn't come off as either too ignorant or as too gleeful at the failure of team in a city where sports are taken rather seriously.

“Uh...yeah! Damn shame!” The hyena laughed at that response, that classic hyena laugh here he could never tell if it was genuine, mocking, or just awkward. To Aaron they all sounded the same. He continued nursing his beer as he watched the shepherd enjoy his own drink. He was lucky that this cop didn't even seem to regard the micro bar. The longer Aaron did this without getting caught the more he started to regard it as a point of pride.

“Why Yes Mr. Cerruli, did the deal quite literally under the nose of a cop!” He could see the old wolf grinning, telling him he saw potential him.

“Anyways Wallace, good to see you as always!” The cop said as, after what felt like an eternity to Aaron, finished his drink and stood up from his spot at the bar.

“You too, Frank, take care!” The shepherd tipped his hat towards the micro bar before leaving.

“Take care Raaxo!” He said as he walked out the door.

“You too, Frank!” The smaller hyena said, waving with erratic finger movements as if she was playing some sort of small cloud supported piano. Once the door closed behind them Aaron found himself able to relax again, sipping from the bottle before him with a sense of actual desire. Then quickly moving onto the next bottle, ordering another as he did. Mister Cerruli had told him to have fun after all.

“So, what does it cost to buy a pretty girl like you a drink?” Aaron eventually asked, even in his now drunken state still smart enough to keep his voice down so as not to catch the ear of the titan of a hyena who was idly stocking the macro bar. Raaxo laughed, a polite laugh that made her breasts bounce in that perfect subtle way.

“I don't drink where I work hon, but...” She hastily scribbled something on a slip of receipt paper, sliding it to Aaron. “Call me when BOTH of us are off the clock, and we'll see!” Aaron took the slip, tucking it in his pocket as he finished his third beer and bowed out! He headed towards the micro doorway out of Nala's a certain swagger in his step as he completed his first day as a mafioso accomplice. Aaron was so confident after his two hours in that bar feeling like the second coming of Capone that he didn't notice the German Shepherd in a hoodie waiting just outside. He didn't even register the wall that was the shepherd's paw until it was too late, and Aaron was swiftly clasped in the hands of the German shepherd.

Aaron never cared for dark rides. He hated both their cheesy production values and over reliance on startling him to get a reaction. He always recalled some fat badger whom he was ninety-percent sure was just his high school algebra teacher jumping out at him from the darkness in a cheap hockey mask. Aaron had to do a lot of favors for his then girlfriend to never mention his reaction. As he sat clasped between the shepherd's paws however, all he could wish for was some fuck in a Halloween mask to jump out and yell “boo!”

One thing always ignored about any written piece regarding kidnapping is the wait. Most of them jump right from the grab to the awakening at the kidnapper's base. They don't mention the kidnapper walking back to their car, placing you in a cupholder that Is too tall for you to jump out of and driving off listening to 90s rock radio.

Aaron kept his eyes on the shepherd, Frank, as the hyena at Nala's called him. He made sure to study every facial feature he had, every gray fur, the small pink spots on his nose, the one missing whisker, everything. Aaron didn't think he could call in a 'favor' this early working for Mister Cerruli, but he figured if it was regarding this sort of scenario he was sure the old wolf would make an exception. As the thoughts of the wolf and his 'family' finding this shepherd filled him, Aaron finally formed the guts to ask.

“So what am I being arrested for?” For a moment Aaron though he saw a twinge of doubt in the Shepherd's face, as if the Miranda Rights where coming at him full force. But he held steadfast, the shepherd keeping the pace of his acceleration, not even looking into the cup holder as he said.

“Nothing yet!” The shep kept driving, the sound of some now forgotten rock band pounding through his speakers. It felt like hours to Aaron, sitting in this open air prison listening to bands that time rightfully forgot before the shep pulled into a parking spot. Once again the darkness of a hand enveloped him.

“Heya Frank!”

“Hi Frank!”

“Frank, my man!”

Aaron heard what felt like a billion variations of people greeting Frank as the shep walked up the stairwell to his apartment. It was the first time he was unclasped from the shep's hands, as Frank reached to grab the key to his apartment door. He quickly unlocked and opened the door before slamming his hand back over Aaron, enveloping him in darkness once more. By the point he was released from it Aaron had almost found a comfort in the darkness. It had sheltered him from the reality of his current predicament. By the time he was tumbled out onto the coffee table of the shep's apartment the reality had hit him hard. This wasn't some shitty dark ride. This was some macro cop holding him for something. Aaron doubted he'd get his phone call, but part of him hoped he could appeal to the law abiding bit of his kidnapper.

“So do I get my phone call?” He tried to sound confident, arrogant even, as he stood on this titan's coffee table demanding a phone call. Aaron though back to a business book he'd read regarding micros dealing with macros. The key advice being remembering that in the terms of finance they were on a level playing field as you were. But this was a guide book for dealing with macros who grew up in estates and forwent shoes for fear of harming others. This was not a guide book for dealing with street level macro cops who wore chips on their shoulders. Frank laughed at the demand as he propped his boot clad footpaws up on the table on either side of Aaron. Standing between the two boot soles, looking over the treads, Aaron felt like he was in some kind of novelty waffle iron.

“Sorry, Miranda and I broke up a while ago.” Frank replied, pressing his feet closed together ever so slowly. “Now, what can you tell me about the Cerruli family.” Aaron gave an exaggerated shrug, making sure the shep saw it.

“I don't know, they're a nice Lupine family who run a funeral parlor and a couple restaurants. I think they came over in twenties. I didn't really ask!” If the cop wanted to try and play like he was fast and loose, he'd need to do more than kick his feet up and pretend he didn't care about the book. Frank was all to happy to oblige proving that he was indeed somewhat loose with the idea of police brutality, quickly closing his boot clad feet together, trapping Aaron between them.

“Trust me, playing dumb is -not- going to fly with me!” He said as he slowly started to press his feet together a bit more, letting those treads dig into Aaron's skin as all the air was pressed out of his lungs leaving him gasping. “Now do you want to try this again? Or am I going to need to clean another shit stain off my boots?” He pressed a bit tighter to enunciate his point.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, FUCK!” Aaron screamed with all the air he had left. Frank let up, letting Aaron fall back down to the coffee table. The human coughed as he felt the air finally slide back into his lungs like needles. “Jesus....I think you cracked a rib! Fuck!” Frank tapped his foot on the table.

“You can still talk.” Frank slid one of his boots off, letting the musk of his footpaw let loose into the room. He propped the now bare footpaw right before Aaron “or at least make yourself useful and rub my feet!” He growled out, wiggling his toes. To Aaron those toes looked more like potential instruments of death, his eyes fixated on the long toe claws. Frank looked down at the human, who was still refusing to move. In response the shep moved his foot closer to the human. “Alright, let me explain to you how this works. An average of nine micros die from travel related accidents a month, that is stepped on. You also caught me on a bad day, so if you're not going to talk or rub my feet, I have no use for you. And if I have no use for you, you're dead. Clear?” Aaron's bones shook as he nodded and walked towards the shepherd's foot. The sole pads glistening with sweat from being in those boots all day. The musk was powerful, a thick miasma. Aaron started rubbing slowly, running his hands over the solepad. As he massaged the titan's foot, Aaron weighed his options. The shepherd clearly wasn't going to buy ignorance, and was not in the mood to let him plead the fifth. But Mister Cerruli would have no problem killing him if he spoke to the cops.

Maybe I can just wait it out, maybe he'll fall asleep or something and I can sneak out. Aaron kept rubbing the Shepherd's massive foot, hoping that his bad day was also a long one. “You're not bad at this kid!” Frank growled as he flexed his toes and slid off his other boot, doubling the cloud of musk around Aaron. “Not bad at all...” He moved his other foot closer, lightly pressing Aaron between them again. “Don't be afraid to get a bit more affectionate.”

Aaron wasn't totally sure why he kissed Frank's foot, maybe being pressed up against it his lips just landed there, maybe he was afraid to not 'show more affection,' maybe part of him felt compelled to do it. He felt a shiver run down his spine, not one of fear, but one of endorphin as he tasted that mix of salt and sweat. He needed another taste, and he got one dragging his tongue up along the sole, drinking more of that nectar.

“Well someone's having fun!” Frank said, the shep now had his hand down his pants. For a moment Aaron forgot he was even being held against his will as he kept licking the foot, humping as he was sandwiched between the dog's feet. He was having fun, why was he having fun with this? Just as he was truly enter ecstasy between the shep's feet, the dog pulled his feet apart once again. “Ready to talk yet?” It took Aaron a moment to form coherent words in his mind, and even when he did all he could think up was forms of begging to be back between his feet.

“Uh...no....uh...” Aaron tried to pull some form of coherency. Tell him no, lie, something. “But...could I rub your feet more?” You did NOT just ask him that? Frank laughed, looking down at the human. He placed his feet flat on the coffee table.

“Take your clothes off!”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me, clothes off. Or do you not want my feet!” Frank wiggled his toes a bit and it was all Aaron needed to get him to start stripping. It's at this point it was obvious to Frank that Aaron was rock hard. The shep grinned “Damn, you humans are small!” He wiggled his toes a bit more, “But tell me, you want to do more than just rub my feet don't you?” Aaron nodded, and Bruce let out a toothy grin. “That's what I thought. If you're not going to talk you might as well put that tongue to another good use. I want you to get that tongue right between my toes, down to that sensitive flesh. I want to feel you lick every inch!” All Aaron could do was sprint over to the shep's left foot, burying his face between two of his toes, hungrily licking between his toes. Deep inside Aaron there was some part of him screaming at him to stop, that he's playing into some sort of game. That part was...smothered. All he wanted was more, he wanted to live under the dog's feet. He started to hump at the flesh, smacking his cock against that soft sensitive flesh, howling and yowling. He felt like he could cum and start right back up, but just before he could two fingers swept down and pinched him in their grasp and he found himself looking Frank, eye to eye.

“Having fun down there?” Aaron nodded, his eyes drifting back down to those paws. “Eyes up here champ. Stand at attention at least half as well as you cock is!” He teased, seeing the tiny thing throb and leak. “You want to cum don't you? I know you do! You really should've read up about how susceptible humans are to a macros scent, maybe you would've held out longer. But you're not even paying attention right now are you? No, no, no. You're just thinking 'Use me God' or something along those lines right? And I will use you, but first I need you to focus and tell me about the Cerruli family!”

Aaron didn't hesitate to answer because he feared the Cerrulis' retaliation, he hesitated because he needed to sort his thoughts and actually be able to tell this Titan before him what he did know. He could feel the words forming in his throat, slowly bubbling to the surface. “I...I....Master....I....”

“Come on, you don't want to spend the whole rest of your life blue balled do you?”

“I...no Master....I.....I just...I don't know that much, I just made a delivery....but but.....JAMES...James the red fox, he knows more, hangs out a lot at the coffee shop near the parlor...please Master I'm sorry but that's all I know!” Frank nodded, looking over the human who by this point was just begging his 'master' to let him cum and to forgive him for not knowing more.

“Well, you didn't give me exactly what you wanted, but you tried.” Frank dragged his tongue along Aaron's nude body “so I won't leave you blue balled for the rest of your life.” He gave the human another lick, watching the human shudder as his cock throbbed, leaking more seed. Frank opened his maw, sliding the human, feet first into his maw. With his own hands free he started to masturbate more furiously as he toyed with food.

He used his long canid tongue to bounce Aaron around his mouth, letting it lick over every inch of the human. That tongue sliding over his throbbing cock. Aaron jolted and humped at the tongue, feeling his orgasm start to build up. He was moaning and panting, yelling in ecstasy as he finally started to explode in the dog's maw, shooting his seed all over his master's tongue as his muscles gave out and he just laid there panting, eyes closed. When Frank felt that the human had finally cum, he tilted his head back, letting the exhausted and satisfied human slide easily down his throat into his hungry belly, the dog orgasming himself as he felt the human descend. Frank sat there a moment, panting happily, cum all over his shirt. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the human, they were always his favorite, before getting up to change his shirt. Humans may have been Frank's favorite, but right now he had a date with a fox!