Aiding and Abetting
Allison makes the most of a foiled plan.
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Aiding and Abetting By Limewah Gift story for Allisontowers, featuring their character
Leem didn’t pay much heed to the sound at first - it wasn’t super uncommon to hear the subtle roar of a distant airplane or helicopter, and the panda tuned it out as they continued to feverishly peck away at their computer, taking advantage of a very rare burst of inspiration.
But it wasn’t going away… Leem couldn’t help but notice the sound was getting louder, and closer, quite fast. The sound of something screaming through the sky above, descending rapidly, until….
A plume of atomised drywall and insulation burst downwards into Leem’s room, and chunks of wood and plaster rained down onto the floor. As the red panda coughed and spluttered, they could hear someone else coughing… and with it a pained groan. The sound was coming from above, and when Leem looked up, they spied a shape through the gradually clearing dust.
As the figure wafted their paw back and forth in front of their face, it soon came into focus. The raccoon looked like he probably would have only come up to Leem’s chest in terms of height, short and squat, the tell-tale build of a toon-anthro.
He also looked like he’d had a rather rough landing. His fur was covered in bits of loose tile and pulverised wood-dust. There was something on his back; it looked a bit like a purple hoover with a pair of car exhausts bolted onto it - very junky and jury-rigged. Those exhaust tubes were flicking out little splatters of flame, but only for a few moments before it died out.
“Curses…” the raccoon growled, coughing again. “Where’s my hat gone…”
Leem looked down at the floor, just in time to see the black, purple-banded top hat roll like a tin can and rest against their paw.
“Uh, it’s down here?” They called up.
The raccoon was a bit distracted, wriggling himself from side to side as he tried and failed to free himself. A curse of his toon physique - which naturally meant he wasn’t going to get loose until a suitably amusing or appropriate moment
His purple eyes focused down on Leem.
“You there!” He snapped, jutting a finger in the still befuddled panda’s direction. “Give me a hand, would you?”
“How did you even get up there?” Leem asked as they stood. They picked up the hat and held it gingerly by the brim. It looked very fancy.
“Isn’t it-HNGH-obvious?” The raccoon growled. “I crashed through your ceiling after this blasted rocket-pack malfunctioned on me - AGAIN! And all those moneybags have gone scattered to the wind, I’m sure of it… another heist foiled!”
“Whoa, slow down,” Leem said. “Too much exposition!”
The raccoon gave Leem a withering, gurning glare.
“NO one deigns to tell the great Allison Towers to slow down!” He snapped. “Give. Me. My hat.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get you down… first…?”
Leem trailed off because they noticed something rather strange and fascinating.
Allison’s eyes were very purple. Distractingly so. Leem had a few more helpful suggestions to offer, but Allison’s eyes were very purple. They forgot those suggestions, or even that they had suggestions to offer. They were more interested in how purple the raccoon’s eyes were.
Had the eyes always been that vibrant?
They were rippling, like the ripples from a pebble dropped in a puddle. Deeper violet mixed with lighter lavender.
“My hat, if you please.” Allison repeated, and his eyes were so purple Leem didn’t ask any more questions.
As Leem raised up the hat like an offering to a king, they faintly noticed a little drool sliding down their chin. When had their jaw fallen open like that?
Allison’s eyes were very purple.
The raccoon’s eyes narrowed as he sneered and chuckled, pouring those hypnotic colours into the befuddled panda’s mind.
“Good panda,” he said, snatching the hat and placing it on his head. Somehow, gravity seemed to have little effect. It just sat on his head, perfectly still, as if glued on.
Leem didn’t wonder how that worked. Allison’s eyes were very purple, and that was the only thing that really mattered. They liked that Allison’s eyes were purple, and that they were rippling. Staring into them felt really nice.
“Now then. Be a good creature and get me down.”
“Yes, Master,” Leem said, unsure why they said it but deciding that that didn’t matter. It made sense to call him Master, because his eyes were purple.
The panda couldn’t look away from the eyes, but their chair was close enough by. They wheeled it over and clambered on top, taking hold of the raccoon’s midsection - warm and squishy like a plush.
“Hey, that t-tickles!” Allison snorted. “All right, all right.. pull.”
Leem grinned up at the raccoon like a doll, even as they pulled hard. They didn’t make a sound as they exerted themself.
“HRRRNGH!” The villain pushed as hard as he could from his end, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. “Harder! Harder…!”
On the fifth pull, Allison came loose like a cork from a champagne bottle. The force of it made Leem pitch backwards too. And, since they’d been standing on a precarious swivel-chair, there was no hope of keeping balance. The chair slid across the room as Leem fell backwards, head-over-tail and landing flat on their back.
“OW!” That pulled them out of their trance in an instant; they released their grip on the raccoon and rubbed the aching back of their head, feeling for a lump.
“What the hell…?” Leem moaned. “What just… where…”
“Never you mind that.”
Allison was dusting himself off as he loomed over the panda. He was bending forward, and his eyes were swirling, and they were purple, and…
The pain vanished just like magic, and Leem began to smile again.
“Yes, Master, never I mind that…”
Allison cackled. “Hah! Being a mindless slave becomes you. Now, what to do with you…”
He scratched his chin, tilting his head from side to side. Leem tilted their head to follow, wanting to stay perfectly level with the soothing, swirling colours.
“I suppose I’ve been on my paws for a while. They could use a good rub.”
Allison turned away from Leem, brushing his ringtail against Leem’s face, before sitting down on the panda’s big stomach. It bounced a little, like a yoga ball, and he leaned back to swing his paws around.
The raccoon’s footpaws. The fur between the toes looked soft, like goose-down. The pawpads looked so squishy, begging to be touched and played with. The clawtips were shiny and well honed, ready to scratch and dimple flesh.
“Well, slave?” Allison snapped his fingers. “Hop to it.”
“Yes, Master…” Leem droned. Their sleepy paws rose to meet the pads, and they took hold. Starting with Allison’s middle-pads, Leem worked their thumbs in slow circles, pressing in firmly and squeezing them with their hands. All those days giving their fellow drama-school students massages as part of bizarre warmups were finally paying off.
“Ooough…” Allison groaned with un-self-conscious pleasure. “Oh, have you done this before?”
“Yes, Master…” Leem said, working with the precision and thoroughness of a professional - or a machine. Allison spread his toes wide, and Leem’s free fingers slipped between them to massage and splay them further, to the point they were stretching a bit more outside of their normal range of motion.
Allison’s satisfied moans grew even louder.
“Ough, that’s the stuff… you don’t notice just how tired your paws are till you’ve got someone working out the kinks…
“Yes, Master,” Leem said, with that same chipper robotic tone as before.
Allison pulled his left paw out of the panda’s grip, raised it up in the air, and plonked it down directly on the bridge of Leem’s snout. Its fresh scent filled the panda’s nostrils, and their eyes strobed faster as their heart raced.
“Oooh, you like that, don’t you? My soft, lovely paws… you want to enjoy their taste and scent, don’t you?” The villainous procyonid lifted his foot off of Leem’s face, and wiggled his claws in the air, as if beckoning the panda to rise up to follow.
“Do you want to give them a little kissy-kiss?”
“Yes, Master…” Leem attempted to lean up to follow it, their muzzle pursing…
“Too bad!” Allison cackled. “Keep massaging, and maybe I’ll give you permission…”
“Yes, of course Master,” Leem responded.
Leem didn’t feel any frustration, didn’t complain, didn’t whimper. Why would they? They would have to earn the right to do so. Because Master had told them so, and Master’s eyes were purple, which meant that everything Master said was true.
“I suppose today hasn’t been a total wash, has it?” Allison sighed contentedly, bringing the left paw back down to Leem’s lap for further massaging.
“I’ve lost a fortune, but gained a paw-slave. Paw-slave… that has a nice little ring to it. I’ll make sure to have that monogrammed on the inside of your hat, once you’re all fitted…”
The doorbell rang, a sharp buzz that made Allison jump out of his pelt, and fumble backwards. Leem’s grip was a bit too tight for him to get away, though, and he found himself scrabbling and floundering on the floor.
“Oh, blast it all… that better not be who I think it is. Slave, unhand me!”
“Yes, Master.” Leem released their vice-grip, and Allison skidded and skittered along the floor, heading straight for the door of a closet.
Leem’s eyes still swirled. They were still thinking about how Master’s eyes were so purple, and how he was so right about everything, and how they should always obey him.
“Go see who that is downstairs,” Allison spat, his eyes pulsing to punctuate his point, “Do not let them in. And under any circumstances, do NOT let them know I’m here, or no paws for you!”
“Yes, Master…”
Leem slowly got to their feet and stumbled out of their room. They plodded downstairs to the door, just as the bell buzzed a second time.
When they slowly and dizzily unlocked and opened the door, they did so just as the snow leopard in policeman’s uniform on the other side had raised their knuckles to rap on the door.
“Oh… hello officer…” Leem said, smiling dreamily, still half thinking about Master and his purple eyes, and his lovely paws.
“Good afternoon,” the snep sergeant said, polite but firm. “You seem to have a rather large hole in your roof, up there.”
“Oh, yeah…” Leem nodded. “That’s where the mast…”
In that moment, Master’s commands slammed into the back of their head, kicking them back into high gear and putting their brain to actual, honest-to-goodness work. Their brain searched through their mind-palace full of overly fancy words; a good thing to have for an author, and a liar.
“The mastics in my roof gave way.”
“...Mastics?”
“You know, the sealants. My landlord… he decided he’d caulk the tiles, and did a really bad job, and you know how the rain’s been recently, the whole thing just caved in…!”
The embarrassment cut right through Leem’s tranced out bliss. They really sounded like they were full of it…
“Are you American?”
“Oh, yeah… does the accent make it obvious?”
“Very.” The snow leopard’s voice was dripping with annoyance. “Well, very sorry to hear about your… mastics. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a grey raccoon, would you? Purple top hat? Probably smoking due to a crashed jetpack?”
“Mast….ermind, right? That’s th-the name of that villain?”
“...No, Allison Towers is his name. You’re thinking of the ferret with the large bulbous head and psychic powers.”
“Right, uh, sorry. No, I haven’t seen him. Either of them.”
The snow leopard was staring very closely. Leem could see their reflection in his eyes. …were their eyes purple too? A sign of how dominated and conditioned they were…?
Leem would have found that to be such a wonderful thing, if it wasn’t going to be a giveaway that Master had, in fact, been there.
“Do you mind if I have a look around, Sir?”
DO NOT LET HIM IN, came Master’s booming voice in their head.
“Yes, I would actually, this place is a mess, haha, what with the hole in the roof, you know how it is, hah…”
The snow leopard tilted his head back, unamused, almost snarling.
“Right you are, sir. We may be back for questioning later, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course, have a great day officer-!”
Leem practically slammed the door in the snow leopard’s face, and turned their back to the door, clinging to it as if it were about to get battered down.
Master was at the top of the stairs, leering down at them, looking unamused.
His eyes weren’t very purple anymore, either. Leem felt like they’d done something very wrong.
“Nearly cocked that one up, didn’t you?” the raccoon said.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Leem said, feeling a wave of shame wash over them. They’d be fine if Master’s eyes were purple again.
“But… it was good enough. Once the coppers turn this place inside out, they’ll decide it couldn’t possibly be one of my hideaways. Which means it’ll be perfect for just that, once I’ve installed my burrowing tunnels, my secret lab… you own this place, right?”
“No, Master.”
“Oh, you poor thing, paying rent in this economy... well, introduce me to whoever’s in charge, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“Y-Yes Master, of course…”
“But for now… I think I’ll lie low here for a spell before the coppers get back. Back to your room we go. Chop-chop!”
Master snapped his fingers, and Leem dutifully trundled up the stairs, following him back into their room.
Allison walked with his hands behind his back, stepping with a haughty, martial air. He hopped up onto Leem’s bed just as the panda came in the door, and turned to splay out his dark pawpads again.
“Now then,” he said, his voice taking on a low drawl again. “Where were we, pawslave?”
His eyes turned that beautiful purple colour again, bright and swirly, and Leem sighed. The weight of shame was shrugged off their shoulders.
“As I said… you did a good job.” Allison grinned wickedly, widening his eyes as they pulsed brighter, strobing a secret message directly into the panda’s vulnerable brain. Leem’s eyes opened wide as well, and a dopy smile matched the raccoon’s sneer.
“And I wouldn’t be much of a Master if I didn’t reward my slaves for a job well done. You know how you were salivating over my paws not too long ago?”
Allison nodded his head up and down, and Leem nodded in concert, their arms dangling like noodles.
“Well then.” He lifted up his soles, spreading the dextrous, grabby toes wide. “Bon appetit, paw slave!”
Leem knelt in front of Allison, their knuckles draped against the floor. They started with a gentle, nervous kiss, right in the middle of the villain’s right foot. The toes drummed against their forehead, scritching them like they were a pet dog.
Leem groaned softly, before giving another kiss. Two toes grabbed and pinched Leem’s snout, holding their nose right in their cleft. Leem couldn’t reach Allison’s paw with their lips anymore… so they settled for their tongue. As Allison’s paw pushed forward to drape over Leem’s face, they lapped and licked against the rough, springy pads.
Allison whistled, and Leem looked up. Oh, they’d forgotten that Allison’s eyes were purple… they’d better keep looking at those too.
As they stared, their laps continued, polite and thorough. It was hard to breathe, what with the toes squeezing their nostrils. The dizziness that brought only made Leem feel even happier, even more eager to obey.
The toes slipped free, allowing Leem to gasp and allow more air in - air tinged with Allison’s scent, of course. Those toes - along with the rest of the toes on that foot - shoved right into Leem’s mouth.
“Couldn’t help but notice the big mouth on you,” Allison chuckled, continuing to draw Leem ever deeper under his hypnotic control. “Let’s see you use it more thoroughly.”
Leem’s cheeks were bulging sideways, but their mouth was indeed spacious enough to fit all of Allison’s juicy toes. Leem took deeper breaths through their nose, taking hold of Allison’s ankle to hold it in place. They slurped and suckled, their tongue spelunking along every gap between the wriggling toes. The toes danced on their tongue, tickled the roof of their mouth.
It was like the most delicious dessert they’d ever tasted. They moaned, their eyes rolling up slightly before snapping back to focus on the raccoon’s spiral-eyes.
Leem tilted their head to and fro, trying to give each individual toe as much attention as they could, even as their cheeks began to ache from the crowding of the toes. Their eyes continued to spiral even as the eyelids fluttered like a zoetrope.
“Ohhh, I do love a good spit-shine,” Allison snickered, closing his eyes and leaning back. His other paw plopped over the top of Leem’s head, and he ground his pads into it, mussing up the hair.
“Yes, yes… I believe I’ll keep you right down here. I think my tailor can make a little house-call to get you fitted and hatted…”
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Leem still tasted Master’s paws, had their scent on their face. They craved another taste. But at the moment, they’d been told to admire themself in the mirror. To see that everything was in order. The smart waistcoat hugged their body, well fitted to their barrel-chest build. Their drainpipe slacks, dark purple, showed off just enough of their legs and rump to draw attention.
But the piece de resistance was, of course, the hat. Just like Master’s - beautiful soft felt, with a velvety purple band around the base. They couldn’t help but take hold of the brim and tip their hat to themself. They winked one of their swirling eyes, imagining how charming they’d be, how they could seduce and distract on his Master’s behalf…
They heard a familiar claw-snap and whistle. Leem wheeled around, Master’s eyes were purple, and the thought was gone. The only thought they had now was to kneel before those dark paw pads, and get back to work on the most important task; the reason he was hired, the reason Allison Towers’ new forward base was ensconced here.
They slipped back into their first, and foremost role, as the great Allison Towers’ personal paw polisher.