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 On a calm Sunday evening, Allison Towers found

himself staring up at something he'd never dealt with before.

 "Well, I never thought I'd be stealing a painting of a diamond," he said, eyes

darting around the gallery and then back to the oil painting. It was a gorgeous

study of light shining on a pristine diamond, unparalleled in its use of

complex brush techniques and mastery of lighting. It was the most beautiful and

also most expensive piece in the gallery, but Allison's client's infatuation

with the piece was apparently deeper than their wallet.

 The fennec standing next to the raccoon tilted

his head. "I'm confused," said Benny. "Why not just steal a diamond?"

 "You can't hang a diamond on the wall above

the fireplace, Benny," Allison replied. "Well, I guess you could, but it would

look kinda dumb."

 Across the room was Ace, the wolf in charge.

He grinned as he looked around his bustling gallery. Ace's Artworks was one of

the most popular galleries in town and another reason Tigertail Lane was so

popular with sightseers. Ace had had a tough week at his weekday job running

his bakery, but on Sundays and special occasions he could open his gallery and

forget all those worries. It was purely a creative outlet for him, a place to

share his artistic talents with the masses. The extra money from sales was

nice, but it wasn't why he ran the place. He always stuck to his motto of

providing happiness first and art second.

 Alongside samples of his other works, the

walls of the gallery tonight were filled with pieces from his new Gemstones collection and the floor was

full of people who had come to witness the premier. Among Ace's favourites were

the precisely calculated Pearl, the

mysterious and monolithic Garnet and

the free-spirited Amethyst. The most

popular piece in the gallery that evening had to be Diamond, a piece that had taken him countless hours to complete and

was certainly the pride of his portfolio. Its high price reflected its

sentimental value; Ace just couldn't bring himself to sell it.

 Ace had baked up a special batch of gem-shaped

cookies for his guests and looking around he was sure he could see one in every

hand. He couldn't help but smile proudly, until something unusual caught his

eye. He could see a cookie with a golden-brown hue in one hand, unlike anything

he'd baked today. Out of curiosity more than anything, he had to investigate.

 As he approached and picked his way through

the crowd he found himself moving towards a top hat with a purple band, using

it as a waypoint to traverse the busy gallery. Emerging into a clearing at the

foot of the Diamond painting, he

found a fancy-looking raccoon under the top hat, also wearing a striking black

suit with a purple cravat. Ace wasn't sure whether he should be bowing down to

someone with such regal attire. The raccoon was leaning on a cane, one foot

crossed over the other and giving Ace a view of his black pawpads and making

him blush. Ace shook the thought out of his head and raised his gaze, seeing as

he'd thought the golden-brown cookie in his hand. It looked like none other

than one of the roast-chicken-shaped cookies he'd sold to Benny the day before.

 Allison gulped and panicked when he saw the

owner of the gallery approaching. He shoved the cookie clumsily into Benny's

hands and cried "Benny, hide this! I don't want the owner of this place tracing

the cookies back to us!"

 Benny yipped and panicked even more and, with

nothing else resembling a hiding place within reach, shoved the cookie and bag

down his turtleneck. With a blush and one hand pressed to his chest to keep the

cookies from falling out, he waved to the wolf as he approached with his best

nonchalant smile. "Hi Ace!" Benny cried.

 "Hey Benny!" the wolf replied, turning then to

Allison. "You know, I don't mind you eating in here. I baked them, after all!"

 Ace giggled and rubbed the back of his head as

Allison replied. "I wasn't going to bring them, but I didn't know if you'd be

putting food on and I'm starving

tonight."

 Benny continued to hide the cookies, just in

case. Allison didn't know what to say. He was here for a job, but he couldn't

exactly talk to the owner of the place about the heist he was planning.

 Ace broke the silence. "So, you're interested

in Diamond?"

 "I am interested in...acquiring the piece."

Allison said carefully.

 "It's a special piece, but...you look like you'd

take care of it." Ace looked up and down the raccoon's finery. The sight of

such fancy clothing was giving Ace butterflies after the events of the previous

day, but Ace's natural attraction to such attire was still strong.

 "Well, the price is...awfully high, I mean..."

Allison stammered, nudging Benny for help, to no avail.

 Ace looked down and noticed Allison's foot

nervously rubbing up his trouser leg, toes flexing against the fabric.

 "We might be able to make a deal." Ace said.

"Maybe you could come to my private gallery and we can talk about it?"

 Allison stuttered some more, but soon enough

he was being dragged off towards the back of the gallery by the eager wolf. He

flashed a look back to Benny, who simply shrugged and started nibbling on a

chicken cookie.

 Ace took the fancy raccoon through a door at

the back of the room and into a private gallery. This was a special room set up

to impress any fancy-clothed customers who wished to view a painting in private

and discuss prices out of the public eye. The walls were lined with blue

curtains and on the wall opposite the door was an opulent golden frame,

currently empty. Each side of the room had a comfortable chaise-longue. Ace

offered a seat to Allison and sat down opposite him.

 "So," said Allison. "You're willing to bring

the price down a little?"

 "Not exactly," Ace said nervously. "I couldn't

help noticing...your paws."

 Allison blushed and shuffled in his seat. "My

paws?"

 "I see you're a fan of being barefoot, like

me!"

 "Well, I like to get a feel for my

surroundings, I guess." Allison rubbed the back of his head. "It's nice to sit

down, though. I've been on my feet all day and they're aching a little."

 In a flash, Ace got to his knees on the floor

and lifted one of the raccoon's feet. "I can help with that. I-If you want..."

 Allison blushed redder and stared at the wolf.

 "I'm sorry," said Ace. "I just saw your paws

in the gallery and I couldn't help myself. You have such gorgeous feet."

 The raccoon grinned down at him. "About that

deal. I'll let you play with my paws, if you let me take that painting away

with me."

 Ace pondered. Was Diamond, the pride of his collection, a worthy trade for these

once-in-a-lifetime paws? He didn't respond, instead burying his nose among the

raccoon's toes and taking a deep lungful of his scent. He wasn't sure that it

was a fair trade, but serving the well-dressed elite like this just felt right

to him. Allison curled his toes around Ace's nose and the wolf shuddered. Ace

extended his tongue and dragged it up along the pawpad, caught by the

intoxicating raccoon taste.

 Allison put his hands behind his head and

kicked back, content to let the submissive wolf massage his feet and let him

walk away with the prize with little effort. The canine tongue worked wonders

on his tired paw, easing the tension out of every inch of squishy pawpad. Ace

was massaging with his thumbs too, alternating between heel and toes. When

Allison was happy that the wolf had served that paw well, he raised the other

one to Ace's face.

 Ace took a different tactic, his thumbs

rubbing firmly into Allison's sole. It was incredible how squishy and soft the

pawpads were kept, considering how much action they saw day-to-day. Even the

black fur of his feet was as soft as silk. Ace's eager tongue got back to work,

wiggling its way in and out of Allison's toes where the heady taste was

strongest.

 That was when Allison's stomach started to

growl. He'd skipped dinner to come to this event and it was really affecting

him. He had to eat something! He looked down at the wolf enjoying his paws. It

was an unorthodox meal, but it should satisfy him.

 Allison giggled as he heard the wolf whine

when he took his paws away. He gripped Ace by the shoulders and leaned forward,

opening his mouth wide and letting the wolf see his fate. Ace picked up on this

and started to struggle, but the raccoon was too strong and honestly, Ace

didn't really want to escape.

 Allison lowered his head and took Ace's head

into his mouth in one fell swoop. The wolf's chin rested on his tongue and he

could faintly see the dark throat in front of him. With a push on his shoulders

and a little help from peristalsis, the wolf's head was crammed into the tight

throat that squeezed around him like a fleshy zentai. Ace moved his head

around, but couldn't get any purchase anywhere, only covering himself in the

raccoon's slick saliva.

 Allison had taken off his cravat and

unbuttoned his shirt at this point, letting his fluffy white belly be free to

make room for dinner. His neck was already bulging from the size of Ace's torso

and one of his hands traced the bulge as it travelled down his body. Taking off

his hat, the raccoon tilted his head upwards and let gravity slide Ace's legs

down his throat, his belly inflating as more and more delicious wolf filled it.

 He paused for a moment to admire the wolf's

luscious paws as they hung out of his mouth. He drew them in slowly and let

them drift through his mouth at a snail's pace, while he indulged himself by

worming his tongue all around those impressive blue pads. Finally the wolf's

heels were at his throat and with one final gulp, the wolf slipped down, down,

down into the raccoon's stomach.

 Ace sighed when it was over and he was curled

up inside, squished in the fetal position by the strong walls. He really had

nothing against being eaten since he couldn't be digested, but twice in one

weekend was a new record for him nonetheless.

 Allison sighed contentedly and sat there for a

long while just rubbing his swollen belly bulge. He stood up carefully as eased

the bulge down, not wanting the initial sagging to throw him off balance. Ace

felt the lowering and was grateful at least that he wouldn't be sloshed around

too much.

 Collecting his hat and cane, Allison left the

private gallery and returned to Benny at the Diamond painting. He knew that he'd never be able to button his

shirt up again, so he was met with some strange looks and glares from the other

people in the gallery.

 "Allycoon!" said Benny as he saw his master

returning. "You look...bigger!"

 "Let's get out of here, Benny." Ally said as

he waddled towards the door.

 "What about the painting?" Benny cried.

 "Let him keep it. I've got something even

better for our client: the artist!"