{"sf1_id":842989,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Ace of Diamonds [C]","author":"AllisonTowers","words":1915,"posted_at":"2015-04-03T16:16:00.000Z","tags":["Cookies","Feet","Feetpaws","Fennec","Fox","Gemstones","M/M","Pawpads","Paws","Raccoon","Towers","Vore (soft)","Wolf","ace","allison","art","belly","benny","chicken","diamond","gallery","stomach","tummy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/842989-ace-of-diamonds-c","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/842989","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=842989\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Part 2 of a two-part story commission for AceWolfy1996!\nAce runs an art gallery as a side project, but he's caught the attention of fancy thief Allison.\nI was worried about getting both stories at the same quality, but actually I like this one even better the first part!\nAllison is (C) AllisonTowers\nAce is (C) AceWolfy1996\nBenny is (C) Benedict-Blitz\nWritten by AllisonTowers based on AceWolfy1996's ideas.https://www.furaffinity.net/user/allisontowers/https://www.furaffinity.net/user/acewolfy1996/https://www.furaffinity.net/user/benedict-blitz/","content":" On a calm Sunday evening, Allison Towers found\nhimself staring up at something he'd never dealt with before.\n \"Well, I never thought I'd be stealing a painting of a diamond,\" he said, eyes\ndarting around the gallery and then back to the oil painting. It was a gorgeous\nstudy of light shining on a pristine diamond, unparalleled in its use of\ncomplex brush techniques and mastery of lighting. It was the most beautiful and\nalso most expensive piece in the gallery, but Allison's client's infatuation\nwith the piece was apparently deeper than their wallet.\n The fennec standing next to the raccoon tilted\nhis head. \"I'm confused,\" said Benny. \"Why not just steal a diamond?\"\n \"You can't hang a diamond on the wall above\nthe fireplace, Benny,\" Allison replied. \"Well, I guess you could, but it would\nlook kinda dumb.\"\n Across the room was Ace, the wolf in charge.\nHe grinned as he looked around his bustling gallery. Ace's Artworks was one of\nthe most popular galleries in town and another reason Tigertail Lane was so\npopular with sightseers. Ace had had a tough week at his weekday job running\nhis bakery, but on Sundays and special occasions he could open his gallery and\nforget all those worries. It was purely a creative outlet for him, a place to\nshare his artistic talents with the masses. The extra money from sales was\nnice, but it wasn't why he ran the place. He always stuck to his motto of\nproviding happiness first and art second. \n Alongside samples of his other works, the\nwalls of the gallery tonight were filled with pieces from his new Gemstones collection and the floor was\nfull of people who had come to witness the premier. Among Ace's favourites were\nthe precisely calculated Pearl, the\nmysterious and monolithic Garnet and\nthe free-spirited Amethyst. The most\npopular piece in the gallery that evening had to be Diamond, a piece that had taken him countless hours to complete and\nwas certainly the pride of his portfolio. Its high price reflected its\nsentimental value; Ace just couldn't bring himself to sell it.\n Ace had baked up a special batch of gem-shaped\ncookies for his guests and looking around he was sure he could see one in every\nhand. He couldn't help but smile proudly, until something unusual caught his\neye. He could see a cookie with a golden-brown hue in one hand, unlike anything\nhe'd baked today. Out of curiosity more than anything, he had to investigate.\n As he approached and picked his way through\nthe crowd he found himself moving towards a top hat with a purple band, using\nit as a waypoint to traverse the busy gallery. Emerging into a clearing at the\nfoot of the Diamond painting, he\nfound a fancy-looking raccoon under the top hat, also wearing a striking black\nsuit with a purple cravat. Ace wasn't sure whether he should be bowing down to\nsomeone with such regal attire. The raccoon was leaning on a cane, one foot\ncrossed over the other and giving Ace a view of his black pawpads and making\nhim blush. Ace shook the thought out of his head and raised his gaze, seeing as\nhe'd thought the golden-brown cookie in his hand. It looked like none other\nthan one of the roast-chicken-shaped cookies he'd sold to Benny the day before.\n Allison gulped and panicked when he saw the\nowner of the gallery approaching. He shoved the cookie clumsily into Benny's\nhands and cried \"Benny, hide this! I don't want the owner of this place tracing\nthe cookies back to us!\"\n Benny yipped and panicked even more and, with\nnothing else resembling a hiding place within reach, shoved the cookie and bag\ndown his turtleneck. With a blush and one hand pressed to his chest to keep the\ncookies from falling out, he waved to the wolf as he approached with his best\nnonchalant smile. \"Hi Ace!\" Benny cried.\n \"Hey Benny!\" the wolf replied, turning then to\nAllison. \"You know, I don't mind you eating in here. I baked them, after all!\"\n Ace giggled and rubbed the back of his head as\nAllison replied. \"I wasn't going to bring them, but I didn't know if you'd be\nputting food on and I'm starving\ntonight.\"\n Benny continued to hide the cookies, just in\ncase. Allison didn't know what to say. He was here for a job, but he couldn't\nexactly talk to the owner of the place about the heist he was planning.\n Ace broke the silence. \"So, you're interested\nin Diamond?\"\n \"I am interested in...acquiring the piece.\"\nAllison said carefully.\n \"It's a special piece, but...you look like you'd\ntake care of it.\" Ace looked up and down the raccoon's finery. The sight of\nsuch fancy clothing was giving Ace butterflies after the events of the previous\nday, but Ace's natural attraction to such attire was still strong.\n \"Well, the price is...awfully high, I mean...\"\nAllison stammered, nudging Benny for help, to no avail.\n Ace looked down and noticed Allison's foot\nnervously rubbing up his trouser leg, toes flexing against the fabric.\n \"We might be able to make a deal.\" Ace said.\n\"Maybe you could come to my private gallery and we can talk about it?\"\n Allison stuttered some more, but soon enough\nhe was being dragged off towards the back of the gallery by the eager wolf. He\nflashed a look back to Benny, who simply shrugged and started nibbling on a\nchicken cookie.\n Ace took the fancy raccoon through a door at\nthe back of the room and into a private gallery. This was a special room set up\nto impress any fancy-clothed customers who wished to view a painting in private\nand discuss prices out of the public eye. The walls were lined with blue\ncurtains and on the wall opposite the door was an opulent golden frame,\ncurrently empty. Each side of the room had a comfortable chaise-longue. Ace\noffered a seat to Allison and sat down opposite him. \n \"So,\" said Allison. \"You're willing to bring\nthe price down a little?\"\n \"Not exactly,\" Ace said nervously. \"I couldn't\nhelp noticing...your paws.\"\n Allison blushed and shuffled in his seat. \"My\npaws?\"\n \"I see you're a fan of being barefoot, like\nme!\"\n \"Well, I like to get a feel for my\nsurroundings, I guess.\" Allison rubbed the back of his head. \"It's nice to sit\ndown, though. I've been on my feet all day and they're aching a little.\"\n In a flash, Ace got to his knees on the floor\nand lifted one of the raccoon's feet. \"I can help with that. I-If you want...\"\n Allison blushed redder and stared at the wolf.\n \"I'm sorry,\" said Ace. \"I just saw your paws\nin the gallery and I couldn't help myself. You have such gorgeous feet.\"\n The raccoon grinned down at him. \"About that\ndeal. I'll let you play with my paws, if you let me take that painting away\nwith me.\"\n Ace pondered. Was Diamond, the pride of his collection, a worthy trade for these\nonce-in-a-lifetime paws? He didn't respond, instead burying his nose among the\nraccoon's toes and taking a deep lungful of his scent. He wasn't sure that it\nwas a fair trade, but serving the well-dressed elite like this just felt right\nto him. Allison curled his toes around Ace's nose and the wolf shuddered. Ace\nextended his tongue and dragged it up along the pawpad, caught by the\nintoxicating raccoon taste.\n Allison put his hands behind his head and\nkicked back, content to let the submissive wolf massage his feet and let him\nwalk away with the prize with little effort. The canine tongue worked wonders\non his tired paw, easing the tension out of every inch of squishy pawpad. Ace\nwas massaging with his thumbs too, alternating between heel and toes. When\nAllison was happy that the wolf had served that paw well, he raised the other\none to Ace's face.\n Ace took a different tactic, his thumbs\nrubbing firmly into Allison's sole. It was incredible how squishy and soft the\npawpads were kept, considering how much action they saw day-to-day. Even the\nblack fur of his feet was as soft as silk. Ace's eager tongue got back to work,\nwiggling its way in and out of Allison's toes where the heady taste was\nstrongest.\n That was when Allison's stomach started to\ngrowl. He'd skipped dinner to come to this event and it was really affecting\nhim. He had to eat something! He looked down at the wolf enjoying his paws. It\nwas an unorthodox meal, but it should satisfy him.\n Allison giggled as he heard the wolf whine\nwhen he took his paws away. He gripped Ace by the shoulders and leaned forward,\nopening his mouth wide and letting the wolf see his fate. Ace picked up on this\nand started to struggle, but the raccoon was too strong and honestly, Ace\ndidn't really want to escape.\n Allison lowered his head and took Ace's head\ninto his mouth in one fell swoop. The wolf's chin rested on his tongue and he\ncould faintly see the dark throat in front of him. With a push on his shoulders\nand a little help from peristalsis, the wolf's head was crammed into the tight\nthroat that squeezed around him like a fleshy zentai. Ace moved his head\naround, but couldn't get any purchase anywhere, only covering himself in the\nraccoon's slick saliva.\n Allison had taken off his cravat and\nunbuttoned his shirt at this point, letting his fluffy white belly be free to\nmake room for dinner. His neck was already bulging from the size of Ace's torso\nand one of his hands traced the bulge as it travelled down his body. Taking off\nhis hat, the raccoon tilted his head upwards and let gravity slide Ace's legs\ndown his throat, his belly inflating as more and more delicious wolf filled it.\n He paused for a moment to admire the wolf's\nluscious paws as they hung out of his mouth. He drew them in slowly and let\nthem drift through his mouth at a snail's pace, while he indulged himself by\nworming his tongue all around those impressive blue pads. Finally the wolf's\nheels were at his throat and with one final gulp, the wolf slipped down, down,\ndown into the raccoon's stomach.\n Ace sighed when it was over and he was curled\nup inside, squished in the fetal position by the strong walls. He really had\nnothing against being eaten since he couldn't be digested, but twice in one\nweekend was a new record for him nonetheless.\n Allison sighed contentedly and sat there for a\nlong while just rubbing his swollen belly bulge. He stood up carefully as eased\nthe bulge down, not wanting the initial sagging to throw him off balance. Ace\nfelt the lowering and was grateful at least that he wouldn't be sloshed around\ntoo much.\n Collecting his hat and cane, Allison left the\nprivate gallery and returned to Benny at the Diamond painting. He knew that he'd never be able to button his\nshirt up again, so he was met with some strange looks and glares from the other\npeople in the gallery.\n \"Allycoon!\" said Benny as he saw his master\nreturning. \"You look...bigger!\"\n \"Let's get out of here, Benny.\" Ally said as\nhe waddled towards the door.\n \"What about the painting?\" Benny cried.\n \"Let him keep it. I've got something even\nbetter for our client: the artist!\""}