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The holiday rush was barely over when Allison Towers found his larcenous business stuck in the usual yearly dry spell. There was usually a steady flow of contracts from all classes and creeds, but it seemed the denizens of the City were experiencing a momentary lapse of covetousness of the possessions of the others. The raccoon still had plenty of personal pilfering projects to be getting on with, but now he was putting them all on hold after the arrival of one very interesting letter. He had expected it to be from another wealthy client looking to come into possession of some valuable treasure, but this letter was from some valuable treasure he'd previously acquired for a client. The bizarre circumstances that led him to bring the original artist to the client instead of the art had made Allison note it in his books as a 'one-off'. It wasn't usually the way he did things, but one thing had sort of led to another. He had taken no payment, since he never delivered a painting, but the client still received his art thanks to the amiable nature of the artist. The whole situation had concluded a lot more wholesomely than anyone had intended. Aside from the part that was technically a kidnapping. It was that last part that filled Allison with a mix of apprehension and curiosity on receiving a note from the artist and baker extraordinaire Ace himself. It bore only an address and the message that he was calling in the favour Allison owed him. And so, for now, the rich and famous would get to keep their shiny jewels and trinkets. Allison Towers would make his way into the lair of the wolf and discover the motives of this figure from the past.

Meanwhile, the artist and baker extraordinaire was busy shuffling easels into other rooms and loading treats into the oven. He was in two minds about the whole thing, but he had to admit there was one aspect of his last encounter with Allison Towers that he'd not easily been able to shake from his mind since. Inviting a professional thief over to tell them that they owed Ace a favour seemed like a risky move, but he was confident that there was no reason to fear. After all, the raccoon hadn't actually ended up stealing anything and was still a regular customer of his bakery, albeit via his fennec apprentice. There was still the matter of his exit from the gallery, which was technically kidnapping. It was nice to be able to produce a new piece of art for the aristocrat instead of having one stolen, but the raccoon had still eaten Ace on the night of an important exhibition and that just seemed rude. Allison did owe him favour after that and, given the situation leading up to his fleshy confinement, he knew what it was going to be.

The apartment's doorbell chimed. Everything had been tidied and there was a fresh batch of treats waiting on the coffee table. Ace figured a free batch of those roast-chicken-shaped cookies he always bought might soften him up a little bit. Probably literally, given the sugar content.

The wolf tugged the door open and there stood the raccoon, with his signature top hat and a smile. Ace invited the visitor in and pointed him towards a pair of armchairs sandwiching the coffee table.

"You know, you don't strike me as the kind of person who would hire the services of a thief," Allison said as he made his way over there and into a chair, crossing a leg over the other.

"Well, no! I don't need to hire you, I-" Ace began, stopping as he turned from closing the door to see Allison holding the note.

"No, apparently I owe you a favour!" The raccoon wore a friendly smile under a questioning gaze.

Ace gulped. Was inviting him here a mistake? He had figured that if there was anything in the heart of a thief, it would be honour enough to return a favour. Now he supposed that may only apply if both parties have agreed to a favour being owed before it gets called in. There was something in his eyes now that said he was probing for an explanation and Ace thought he'd better make it a good one. He started with the facts.

"You did eat me at my own gallery."

"Well, yes... The whole eating thing was a mistake. I was just there on business, but I guess I got a little carried away after all the, uh..." With a blush and a nervous smile, Allison moved his legs to cross them the other way. Ace couldn't be sure if it was intentional, but he shared in the blushing as the manoeuvre gave him a glimpse of the familiar black soles. It took a fair effort not to lick his lips. He shook himself out of the daydream and sat himself in the other armchair.

Allison continued. "So, what ended up happening with that client?"

"He paid me for a new piece, which was perfectly timed. I thought it was odd at first, but I suppose you can find a lot of goodness in someone's heart if you look past some of their actions."

"Maybe... so, you needed the money?"

"You were actually the second person to eat me that day. The first one was some lynx trying to get protection money. I managed to use some... similar tactics-" He glanced down at the raccoon's paws again. Allison seemed to pick up on it and shuffled a little. "-to get an extra day to pay. I really needed you to buy that painting."

Allison shuffled even more and dropped his nervous smile, scratching the back of his head twitchily. "You must have a lot of goodness in your heart to invite someone over after nearly ruining your businesses like that."

"Oh, my heart isn't the reason you're here. The money from that client paid off the 'club' and the publicity from the show you put on at the gallery made the money start coming in again. It all sort of worked itself out in the end."

"So...why am I here?"

Allison pressed back in the chair and gripped the arms as he saw Ace start to move, but relaxed again once he saw the wolf lower to his knees in front of him and pick up one of his large feetpaws.

"Because," Ace said with a sly grin. "You ate me before I was finished with these."

Allison's blush intensified, but his grin grew wider as the wolf revealed his motives. Ace was starting out slow and rubbing the paw he had picked up, getting reacquainted with the pad that stretched from heel to toes of the raccoon's paw. He explored with this thumbs and felt the softness of the soles. He pushed in and felt some firmness respond through the squashed black flesh. The rubs turned into squeezes, which turned into a massage. The raccoon sank back into the seat, more out of pleasure than apprehension this time. Ace's touches eased all the tension out of those paws, the toes splaying and curling in appreciation. Ace knew what he was really after, but this time he was going to pace himself. No eating, no gallery to attend to, just all the time he needed with these wonderful feetpaws.

Soon enough he moved to the other paw to give it equal attention. This warm-up continued, the contact of handpaws on feetpaws loosening the slight awkwardness from the situation. Ace was just about to upgrade the attention from hands-only when Allison made his first move.

"Don't forget about this one!" the raccoon said, his unattended paw suddenly pressing down on Ace's face. Ace felt the cool, soft, squishy touch on his face and it set his cheeks aglow with redness. As he kneaded one paw with his thumbs, so did the other paw rub on his face. The raccoon seemed to be intentionally keeping it just out of reach of his tongue and so the standoff of teasing rubs continued until Ace could bear it no more. He feigned a movement that would bring the heel above his lips and speedily grabbed the paw, pulling his tongue up the paw. The warm wetness of the tongue spread up the heel and over the sole until it bounced through the middle toes and was gone.

Neither party were quite prepared for the escalation, Allison gripping the chair arms once again and shivering hard, while Ace found a small moan escaping him. They both stared at each other and added another tally to the counter of deep blushes.

"Sorry, I-" Ace began, reeling his tongue back into his maw.

Allison hopped forward in the chair and replied with an almost incredulous urgency. "Don't stop!"

The raccoon's paws pushed out towards Ace's face again, but he evaded them for now. He had bought armchairs that he could fit underneath for a reason, and he was confident that it was worth it as he shuffled himself down into the space beneath, laying on his back and staring straight up at the looming soles. The mischievous grin grew across Allison's face again as he saw the wolf at his mercy, trapped below the chair (and conveniently out of vore range).

Ace's eyes went wide as the raccoon stomped the paws down on his face with a non-harmful but perhaps-a-little-too-firm force. Ace groaned a bit as they knocked his head back against the floor and pinned it there. They made no retreat in response to the noise, just holding Ace still and ready for service.

So, he set to work servicing them. He dug his nose into toes and felt them curl around his snout. His tongue laced the soft soles with saliva and worked between the toes. He suckled on those toes and planted adoring kisses back down, before crossing over to give all the same treatment to the other. He could barely turn his head from the squeeze of the feetpaws, but the raccoon was making sure that there was always a big paw in front of him, right where they both wanted it to be.

Ace left no inch of the mighty pads untouched by his tongue. It was getting tired from all the action, but he wasn't. Though perhaps less spongy and with a different texture to other kinds of feetpaws, he had to admit that a raccoon's paws made up for it by the sheer amount of pad he had to work with, especially on Allison's grand stompers. It was what drew his eye in the gallery and was now the only thing his eyes could see. They rubbed themselves over Ace's head like a localised massage and the toes sank themselves into the hot maw, waggling against the ever-moving tongue.

Ace luxuriated in his service to the paws, enjoying them as much as he enjoyed being smooshed under them like this, at the mercy of their owner. Minutes and minutes passed and his worship continued. He thought he sensed Allison making the situation much more lewd above him, but he ignored it. Knowing the raccoon was enjoying it that much just spurred on his incessant adoration more.

After some amount of time that neither person had kept track of, both were sated by the licks and kisses and the paws released Ace from under their stomp. He laid there and panted for a while before crawling out and returning to the other armchair.

Allison let out a laugh. "I really need to owe you more favours."

Ace smiled and then, realising Allison was somewhat stuck his chair, fetched a towel for his well-slickened soles and giving a final warm-down massage with it.

The pair stayed there for a while, sharing in teas and all manner of baked treats of Ace's creation (though he was careful never to let slip his secret recipes) until it was time for the thief to return to the shadows and rooftops.

As he stood at the door he paused, and looked back at the wolf. "Ace...why invite me here? Inviting the criminal who nearly got you whacked by the Club over seems like a lot of forgiving to do."

"The same criminal," Ace said with calm smile. "Who still buys cookies from me every week despite all the cheaper bakeries opening all over the City. You have a certain way of making money, but I see through that. There's goodness in every heart, if you know where to look for it. Can I expect Benny in tomorrow for the next batch?"

"No," said Allison, after a contemplative pause. "Expect me. I'm sure there's some even tastier treats in the back you could show me."

"Sure!" said Ace jollily. "After all that, I think I owe you one."