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Martii loved her job for so many reasons, but the most obvious was that she worked with ice cream in dozens flavors and styles with candy toppings and syrups and cones assorted. It had been her concern when she got hired that the job might make her hate ice cream; instead it only made her love frozen treats even more. Very rarely did anybody come into the ice cream parlor in a foul mood, and if they did, the treats within usually changed their disposition quickly. Martii was always delighted when she could change a frown into a cute smile with a milkshake or a cone with a twirled puff of ice cream crowning it.

Even cuter than the one-off customers were the couples. There was an innocence to a young man and woman holding hands and bumping noses so amorously over a sundae. One such couple came in toward the evening of what had been a terribly hot August day, one which promised awful weather as the night came down.

Martii had never seen these two before, but it was a big city. The boy was a fox, clearly, but something else too. She thought he was adorable with his blonde, braided hair and shallow eyes. The girl was a hyena, a brunette to the boy's blonde, hair straight and eyes enthusiastically wide.

Alone behind the counter, Martii the polar bear smiled and asked, "What can I get you guys?"

The boy and girl turned to each other. The latter chirped, "We wanna split something! A milkshake!"

"Okay, sure," Martii chirped back. She started to turn away, paused, and asked with a more coy smile, "What kind, though?"

The couple convened again. It was the boy who said, "Surprise us."

While the young lovers seated themselves, Martii tried to get the dispensers to work - but they were empty. "Uh, this is gonna take a minute," she chuckled, disappearing into the storage rooms. She came back from the freezers with a sealed pail of cream for the milkshake machine and said triumphantly, "Almost done!"

"Take your time, babe," the fox said.

Martii giggled self-consciously at the pet name. "Oh, um, it's no big deal." She popped the top off the pail. "I do this like five times a day," she explained, swapping the empty pail inside the machine for the new one. It was a textbook example of a pail exchange until she tried to purge the air from the nozzle. A pop like a BB gun cracked in the air and a blast of sweetened slurry slopped across the breast of her uniform, making her shriek and the couple wince.

"Are you okay?" the hyena asked, her voice oozing concern. "Desmond," she urged, shoving his shoulder, "see if she's okay!"

Desmond was leaning over the counter when Martii turned and smiled timidly. "That's never happened before! Um, uh, would you guys mind if I went and changed real quick? This is really cold." The bear lamely chuckled, hugging herself to hide her stiffened nipples.

Both the fox and hyena told Martii to go do whatever she needed. Mere seconds after the polar bear was out of sight, Desmond stood up with a devilish vulpine grin just starting. "I gotta use the restroom, sweetie. I'll be right back, myself."

"Uh-huh. S-u-ure," the hyena sneered. "Don't get too rough with her, she's pretty cute."

Though the door Martii disappeared behind featured threatening text marking it EMPLOYEES ONLY, Desmond strode brazenly through, right past the bathroom. He found the bear with her back turned and her shirt off. She flinched away from the sound of his footsteps.

"Oh, uh--! Hi!" Martii squeaked, covering herself and keeping her back to him. She looked over her shoulder with beet red cheeks. "You're--, um--, you aren't supposed to be--." She chewed her bottom lip and tried a clumsy do-over. "Can you go back out there...?"

"Actually, I think I'd rather help you out." Desmond grinned, encroaching on Martii's personal space.

Martii was dumbstruck when Desmond hugged her, but she awkwardly unhanded her plump breasts. Desmond graciously took over grasping them and murmured, "You're all sticky."

"Of course I'm sticky, I just got milkshake cream all over me," Martii giggled. "What'd you expect?"

"All right, all right," Desmond scoffed. Smiling impishly, tail swishing, he nibbled Martii's ear then nosed through her teal hair. Releasing her breasts from his soft paws, he cooed, "Turn around for me, sugar."

As Martii turned, a smile spread across her snout. "Is that girl out there with you? I mean... you're back here with me."

"We're together, yeah," Desmond calmly said before he gave Martii a peck with his jowls on hers. He soon dipped his head lower, dragging his tongue across a sticky patch of fur in her cleavage and then along the tops of her breasts in one unbroken, lascivious slurp.

Crooning while the fox licked her clean, Martii stroked through his hair. She decided his relationship was his business and purred instead, "You might actually get the ice cream out if you suck instead of just lick."

"Good thinking," the fox remarked, and then he did just as the bear suggested; yet once the ice cream was out of her fur, Desmond continued to suckle and lick, and so much less discreetly than before.

Just as the twink began to suckle her pert nipple, she softly tweaked his ears, breaking his concentration. "He-e-ey, I'm clean now," she tittered.

"Only making sure, cutiepie." With suddenness enough to startle the bear, the fox pushed a kiss on her lips, smearing his jowls across hers. He coaxed her into a groan, and they started to suck and smooch, letting their tongues tangle and twist together.

"Mmh, gaw'd," Martii clumsily said, closing her eyes and squeezing Desmond in her strong bear arms. Their tongues complemented one another, for where Desmond's tongue was thin and flat and fairly broad, Martii's was broader still and noticeably thicker. Lacking the tongue dexterity of Desmond, she was at his mercy whenever he chose to tangle his about hers. She shivered when he teased her like so.

It took the polar bear little time before she started exploring the foxcoon. She clutched his round ass possessively and dimpled the cheeks, making Desmond coo and flinch. A moment more of her groping and Desmond ended the kiss with a giggle. "Found something you like there?"

"I think so," Martii replied, grinning. "I wanna see it before I really make a decision, though."

"Anything to get an innocent guy like me out of his pants, I see how you are," Desmond dryly said. "Help me with my zipper if you wanna see my butt so bad."

Coy expressions did not come easily to Martii. Despite attempts to appear lewd and sassy as she opened Desmond's fly, she instead looked innocently amorous. She pulled open the denim flaps and smooched his lips. "I changed my mind, actually. I want this," said the bear, illustrating her choice by gripping Desmond's erection, hidden still under his briefs.

The twink puffed, grinding his hips into Martii's palm. He took her moistened breasts and held them more gently than she did his penis. "I guess I'll allow it, just this once," he dryly remarked.

Martii tittered and licked Desmond's lips. His response was to lick back, but it earned him a gentle bite on his tongue. "You're cute," she growled, kneeling smoothly. She showed her lust with a lick across her jowls as she tugged Desmond's briefs down. His uncut penis sprang free, earning Martii's undivided attention. "Mmm, that looks so nice," cooed Martii, daring to kiss the tip then.

Gently Desmond stroked through Martii's hair, smoothing it between her round ears. He mused, "I could make a joke about you licking my ice cream cone."

"Don't," Martii quietly but firmly said, wrapping her paw around his naked penis.

"I was saying I could make a joke," Desmond snickered. Martii gingerly took him past her lips and a soft coo tainted his words when he noted: "But I'm too clever for bad puns like that. I think a girl like you would find them unbearable."

Martii wanted to spank him for that one, but the thought that she should finish up quickly and get back to work gave her a spur. Showing cute inexperience but bridging the gap with enthusiasm, she suckled down to the bottom of Desmond's small penis and held him taut in a hug around his thighs. Her wet, firm suckles cut through the still storeroom air. Desmond moaned, sliding all his fingers through the bear's hair.

The polar bear closed her eyes, wiggling her little tail. In spite of Desmond's paws on her head, she was not restrained by him and she started to bob shallowly, pointedly keeping more than half of the twink's cock in her mouth. The uncircumcised flesh tasted of subtle musk and pre. What little experience Martii had in sex made her more apt to savor this moment, the worry to finish up as soon as possible notwithstanding. Every suck and slurp drew pleasured reactions from Desmond, however subtle each was, and Martii loved all of them.

Idle though Martii's paws were, Desmond enjoyed their presence on his body. The polar bear palmed his naked ass cheeks, digging in her fingers so her blunt claws poked his flesh and sent shivers racing up his spine. Speaking softly, he purred, "This is nice, babe. You're getting me there." Gently he cupped her ears, rubbing the sinew where the cartilage met scalp. She rumbled involuntarily (and pleasurably) around his penis. "Mmm, mmh, god," Desmond puffed. "Oh, I really like chubby girls..."

Rendered especially coquettish by Desmond's remark, Martii slid her paws off of his rear and fondled his thighs, going down to his knees then finally upward where she held his balls. In one paw she clutched the bag of the scrotum, and with the other, she tentatively stroked up behind them along the cords and toward the taint, but not very far along that. Despite her tentative behavior, Desmond let loose a quavering groan. He ground his pelvis needlessly forward, succeeding only in pushing back her head a bit. He kept a grasp on her all the while.

"Heads up, sugar," he said, voice a dreamy moan. "If you don't want to swallow, now's the time to step off..."

Martii considered, during which she still suckled and lapped, bringing Desmond perilously close to his climax. Yet she pulled back before he busted his nut and immediately grasped his wet cock in her paw. "Usually I do swallow," she admitted sheepishly, "but this time..."

Desmond was too enraptured by her firm handjob to pry. He slightly inclined, grimacing and puffing through clenched teeth and nostrils at random. Down went his ears; his tail lashed like a whip.

"C'mon, cute stuff," Martii purred, stroking again and again. A wet slap permeated the stock room, her saliva squishing through her furry fingers. "Cum for me, show me how much you like chubby girls."

Desmond braced his palm on the wall. Little grunts escaped him as his small penis ached and throbbed. A deep, abiding groan preceded his climax and he shot the first rope of his cum across Martii's snout and neck.

First Martii squeaked, but then she laughed sharply. She aimed his cock lower and slowed her strokes considerably, aiming the foxcoon more carefully. As more streamers of his spunk shot across her plump tits, she for once had on the lurid expression she so often failed to make. "The-e-ere we go," she warmly sighed, letting Desmond paint her. When the spurts turned to a dribble, Martii engulfed his waning erection again. She suckled it clean in one rough pass and pulled back, resting on her knees.

"Christ," Desmond cooed, leaning against the wall. His slender breast heaved, his body ravenous for air in the wake of his orgasm.

Martii giggled, standing up. She looked down sharply at her breasts and in doing so smeared the semen on her neck into her chest. "I'm sticky again," she laughed. "You want to help again?"

Having regained a little composure, Desmond lifted a full tit and lapped across its nipple, slurping off a gooey runner of semen. To Martii's coo, he growled, "It's lucky for you I like sweet and salty."