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An open invitation? The rich snobs who run this place must have been crazy to allow just anyone to stroll into their masquerade. It's the perfect excuse for a master thief to make his way through the vast estate and take a look at some of the less secure treasures among their ostentatious displays of wealth.

A cheap costume tuxedo and a purple mask are all Mark needs to blend in with the other revelers. The announcements did not concern him. In fact, he wandered off as everyone was too busy listening to the host to notice him slipping off towards a less-crowded wing. Soon enough, he slips easily inside a room devoid of guests but filled with curiosities: Portraits and sculptures and manuscripts galore. It's an art collector's, or an art thief's, dream. But one of the statues is on a pedestal. It is covered and ready to be unveiled at some point during the ceremony. Too bad Mark was going to make off with it first. Determining that no magical traps are on there is easy enough, so he grips the fabric and whips it off of the display.

He then gasps and stumbles back, tripping over a painter's stool and falling onto his butt on the floor. Sitting there is the sculpture of a large, marble, veiny cock! "W... what the? That's not art!" he gasps.

Footsteps echo through the halls, and the thief quickly scrambles to get back to his feet, fumbling around the stool, which now has a broken leg. He isn't able to get it back to where it was before someone else steps into the room. He looks up, frozen, and standing on the other side is another wolf, a female, dressed in an elegant ball gown.

The two look at each other with surprise before the woman finally gasps. "Mark? What are you doing here?"

"C... Carrie?"

"I'm going to be showing off one of my paintings. This section is only open to the artists and-" Just as soon as she says it, she claps her hands to her mouth. "Oh, Mark... you're not..."

"N-now, wait here. This isn't what it looks like."

"Well, it certainly looks like something!" she says, hands on her hips... but then she tilts her head down a bit, a smirk spreading over her face. "But, I suppose I could look the other way if we established you a good alibi."

"A... alibi?" the wolf boy says, his ears drooping. "I don't think I like the sound of that."

"It's either that, or I tell the Aldervans someone was snooping where they didn't belong." She says, moving her hands up to her collar.

Whimpering, the thief relents. "Okay, fine... but what sort of alibi are we going to-"

With a tug, her dress comes tumbling down. The costume obviously was designed to be easy to tear away.

Mark's jaw drops to the floor as he sees her naked body standing there before him. "W... what are you doing!?"

She chuckles. "What? Don't you know what kind of party this is? If we do this, then no one will be the wiser."

Whimpering, he then shakes his head. "N-no way. There's no way I'm going to get caught up in sex with you agai-"

She presses herself up against him, her hand moving down between his legs. "Are you sure...?"

He whimpers again, his body shuddering. "A... ah just... shut up and get it over with."

"You're going to have to drop your pants first."

With an annoyed huff, he does so. They are just as easy to come off as her dress, leaving his entire lower body exposed. "There, now, just... say we did it or something and-"

She grips his length, stroking it as she touches her nose to his. "Oh, no, you don't. A would-be art thief is not going to get away with a stern talking to. You need to learn not to get caught so easily."

Mark falls back again, groaning as Carrie crawls over top of him. Her fingers pump at his member as she hovers over him, stroking her finger over his ear. He snarls, trying to stay calm, but he can't. The way she caresses his shaft. The way she gives attention not to one part, but to the head to the base to the sides, it makes the heat boil up in his cheeks, and makes the wolf pant as if he was getting a belly rub.

"Who's a bad boy trying to steal the dick sculpture, hmmm?"

Mark huffs, not answering. He doesn't want to dignify the humiliation with a response. Isn't it bad enough that he's hard just from seeing her? That he ENJOYS her fingers over his cock.

"What's that? I didn't hear you," Carrie says, giggling. She increases the speed. "Say, you aren't thinking about that dick statue more than me, are you? That could really hurt a girl's feelings.

"Carrie," he whines, squirming around under her. "What d... do you want from me?"

"Hm... you know what I think I want?" she says, laying on top of him now, the only thing between her bare fur and his being his costume top. "I think you need to get out there and have some fun. You can really use some relaxation time... meet new people, experience new things.

"I... I don't have to listen to you!" He barks.

"Oh, don't you?" Carrie says. She sighs and pulls her hand away. "Well, then, I suppose you can just leave, unsatisfied. You haven't yet experienced this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Mark grumbles, scratching the floor and curling his toes. His dick is so hard right now. Can he just get up and walk away with a raging hard-on?

"If you do decide to stay," Carrie says. "I want to hear all about the new friends you made and how much fun you had... perhaps next study session, yes?"