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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!"