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Madison had almost no interest in the sport of football, but she was more than happy to take advantage of the different things that the football program brought to her university; she didn't fully agree with the way that her school allocated funds for the team, but in turn, everyone on campus was out and about, turning the area around the stadium into something of a carnival.

Though it was impossible to completely ignore the roaring crowds on the other side of the high, bleacher walls, Madison had no problem keeping her focus on the rows of vendors that lined the fields and roads just outside of the arena. Games were lined up as far as the eye could see, and every once in a while, the distinct and alluring scent of fried food called out to her, begging her to betray her role as a nutritionist.

She could resist most of those temptations, but she would be the first one to admit that she was beholden to her sweet tooth, and passing by the funnel cakes, fried Oreos and fresh baked goods ate up her resilience by the time she reached the end of the street.

Hearing the familiar jingle of a truck that she hadn't seen since she was a child, Madison decided that one scoop of ice cream couldn't possibly hurt...and sitting all the way at the end of the row, she felt bad for them that they weren't getting quite the same amount of traffic as the other booths.

Guilt and hunger combined within her, creating an unstoppable, albeit altruistic force.

I can support a local business...and if I grab a couple scoops, that'll keep me from getting anything else on the way back up the street, she thought. Perfect plan!

"Hey, Reina? I'm gonna grab some more napkins. You think you can handle the truck alone for a minute?"

"We're out? Seriously?"

"We didn't bring enough...I'll go see if I can bum some off another truck really quick."

Madison wasn't the kind to be taken so easily, but she allowed her eyes to wander away with the tall, broad husky a little longer than she should have: it was dumb luck that she lost sight of him just on the other side of the ice cream truck, right in front of the menu hanging above the service window.

She could guess that the girl waiting inside was the 'Reina' that she'd heard of earlier, and seeing that the woman was a little busy in the corner of the truck, Madison crossed her arms and looked up, admiring the impressive amount of options they could cram into such a small truck.

"Oooh...they really have a full banana split sundae with whipped topping and chocolate sauce? Pretty good for a food truck..."

Her voice carried just enough to perk the ears of the bent husky within, and a bashful looking woman stood upright, her apron covered with all kinds of different messes already.

Rushing to the window and pushing it the rest of the way open, she put on her best, nervous smile and address the kindly looking bear with as much professionalism as she could manage in an overwhelmed state.

"I'm s-so sorry about the delay there! We're late getting set up, and we forgot a few things, and...just been one of those kinds of days already," she admitted, but she immediately caught herself there. "Thank you so much for being so patient. Did you know what you'd like from the Cream Machine, or did you need a few more minutes to look?"

Madison hadn't actually looked at the name of the food truck, but hearing it out loud, she couldn't help giggling.

I guess it rhymes, at least, she thought. Hopefully the food is the real draw for this place, rather than the creative title...

"Hey, no worries...I'm just glad I made it over in time to get something!" Madison admitted, putting on a cheerful demeanor. "And I'm ready: I haven't had a good banana split in ages."

"Excellent choice," Reina agreed. "I'll get started on that right away for you; the usual three scoops, two bananas, whipped cream and chocolate drizzle good for you?"

"Actually, could I get a little extra whipped cream?"

Reina grinned. "Of course! We don't mind a little alteration here and there...no charge, either. We've got some cans of extra toppings right over there."

Tucked against the corner of the counter was a host of extra toppings, including the whipped cream can that Madison could already feel herself getting carried away with.

Handing over her card without bothering to ask what the price was, the curious bear turned her attention to the pressurized cannister and popped the lid off of it, holding it with an almost childish level of interest.

She was so enamored with the connection remade that she wasn't paying any mind to the way that Reina so expertly placed three full, vanilla scoops of ice cream between a pair of cold, freshly peeled bananas. The cherries dotting each mound and the drizzles of chocolate spoke to a level of decorative skill that few would bother employing with ice cream in the first place, and finally, the husky was holding the dish forward with a smile.

Her reward for the display was to see a splatter of whipped cream spraying across her apron, as Madison overzealously pushed down on the pressurized tip.

"O-oh! Oh, shoot," the ursine contained her language, but she was completely flustered by how much of the fluffy cream ended up on the counter and Reina herself, rather than in the dish...but Reina had an apron to keep herself clean. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...o-oh..."

Madison, on the other hand, only had a short, flowing top that allowed the breeze to tickle her midriff, and upon the exposed fur, dollops of sweet, whipped topping were drifting toward the hem of her shorts.

She's precious, Reina thought. Looks sweet enough to eat, too...but...behave yourself. This isn't Knots: this is a food truck.

"Oh, that's okay! We've got plenty of...o-oh; no, as a matter of fact, we don't have napkins," she remembered. "I'm the one who should be sorry; we really should have bled off some of the excess pressure, first. Good thing we've got a few spare towels back here...we can get you all cleaned up."

The husky was sure that her amorous past would have come to light already if Madison had any idea who she was, but she couldn't fight her old, bad habits forever: just watching how slowly some of the bits of cream were dripping down Madison's face stoked some of Reina's favorite memories from her other job.

If she wasn't so concerned with providing good customer service, she would have asked Madison if she wanted to shower off at her place, instead.

"Thank you so much for that," Madison whispered, relieved that she hadn't drawn too much attention to herself with such a mess on her clothes and fur. "I can just wait her-

"Nonsense," Reina paused her. "I'll open up the back of the truck so you can have a little privacy if you need it."

"You're sure?"

"Of course! Not like anyone wants to towel themselves off in front of a crowd," Reina said, despite having done exactly that before on numerous occasions. "Come on around the back."

Flustered, but entirely grateful, Madison scurried away from the counter and stepped to the full, retractable door on the food truck, only to find Reina was already sliding it open and welcoming her in.

The husky was polite as could be all the while, offering a paw to help Madison up into the kitchenette before she turned her attention back to one of the unused towels in their utility drawer. Warm water was already pouring from the sink, and Reina shook out the excess from the towel before she started to hand it over to the bear.

"Oh, d-did...did you want a little help? There's some all the way up here, in your hair," Reina mentioned. "Not to be too forward, but..."

"It got all the way up there?" she asked, fussing with the long, flowing tresses of blonde with a little panic about her. "Yes, please...last thing I need is cream getting stuck in there...would take me all day to wash that out!"

Reina was trying desperately to behave herself, but she could already feel her better manners slipping when she stepped face to face with the shorter woman, standing just tall enough that she could easily brush the towel through Madison's hair, singling out the cream without making the rest of her hair too damp in the process.

What she couldn't do was move in close without putting her ample bosom right against the front of Madison's snout, and though it wasn't at all her intention, she was giving the ursine a delicate sample of the perfume that she'd picked for the day; amorous alchemy was at work as the chill in the back of the ice cream truck started getting to Madison, and under every other influence, she could feel her body responding in silent ways.

The first was only noticed when Reina drifted back with the towel slightly, only to feel the brush of a nipple against her forearm, poking through the front of Madison's thin top.

"You...uhm...you a bit cold, perhaps?" Reina asked, pushing a quick giggle to make sure that Madison knew she was okay with it. "Happens to me all the time, back here."

It was the cold, but if Madison was being completely honest, there were other factors at play; she didn't know if she could be bold enough to act on them, but with Reina standing so close, she wasn't sure how much longer she could resist the urge to try.

The last little bit of ice between them was broke when Reina, already at the end of her rope, leaned in to lick a tiny dab of the whipped cream from Madison's cheek, only to end up with a sample of the same on the billowy crest of her lower lip.

Oh shit...I just did that, Reina thought, knowing that she was smiling and giggling at what she'd done...but Madison's expression wasn't telling her how much trouble she was in, just yet. Apologize, offer her some free stuff, and get the hell out of here. Rainier can just walk home. He'll understand.

"Did, uh...d-did I mention that I skipped breakfast?" Reina asked, fudging up an excuse as quickly as she could and adding a nervous smile, to boot.

Madison's expression was so bewildered at first that she didn't properly convey how she felt about that delicate, loving stroke of the tongue...but when she stood up on her tiptoes and licked the little bit of cream from Reina's lower lip, she had a feeling the husky would be able to figure out that she was in the clear.

"So did I," Madison confessed. "I was hoping to get something sweet to make up for it, but I didn't realize this was that kind of ice cream truck."

Old habits die hard, I guess, Reina thought.

She'd forgotten to close the service window on the side of the vehicle; if she remembered that, she might not have been so quick to help Madison up with a scoop of her taut, smooth backside.

Leaning down into the bear and meeting her halfway, their lips came together with the final hints of the sweet, creamy flavor between them, and just as soon as the last of the treat was collected, tongues emerged and met in the middle, each one hoping to savor what was left...while going for something far more interesting than whipped topping.

Not exactly a banana split, but this is a lot more fun than eating one of those, Madison thought. She's so good with that tongue...making my knees weak...

Reina's history contributed a lot to what she could do with her wide, flat appendage, but she moved it with such tact and grace that it nearly betrayed the mental image that one might associate with a canine: delicate presses and smooth, dancing curls were the norm for Reina, rather than the cheek-slobbering kisses that one would expect of a husky.

She was more than capable of the latter, of course, but she and Madison weren't that close just yet.

"Mmn...mm. T-think I got all of it off your lips," Reina offered, pulling back with a full, curling lick of her own flesh; she had an immediate appreciation for Madison's natural, tender flesh. "But there's still some left here on your shirt...don't think that's gonna come out with just my tongue, I'm afraid."

"What...w-what about the stuff in my fur?"

Madison's voice was dazed: she couldn't remember the last time she was given such a passionate and forward kiss by a total stranger, but her head was still spinning, such that she missed Reina dropping to her knees before her.

The full, wide berth of the tongue pressed against Madison's exposed midriff, collecting a swath of cream in the process and forcing a quick, full-body shiver to run through her form.

"Think I got it all that time," Reina answered, but she was taking her time admiring the slender tummy of the ursine as she knelt there, eager to trace the lines down toward the waistline of Madison's tiny, gripping shorts.

She was so busy staring at the crotch of the bear that she completely missed Madison shrugging her shirt up over her head and unclasping her bra: just as the cups fell away and landed atop Reina's ears in an adorable posture, Madison decided to put on a bit more of a show, shaking a nearby can of whipped cream, with the cannister settled right between her breasts.

She's a natural, Reina thought. Can't teach that kind of improvised performance...

"Nope," Madison countered, just before spraying off a tiny volley of sweet, fluffy treats, letting them soak the subtle valley of her cleavage. "Looks like you missed a few spots, actually..."

Reina snickered. "If not for the fact that I'm about to lick all that up, I might have charged you extra for it..."

There was nothing for Madison to worry about: her sundae was already starting to melt on the service counter, but Reina never even bothered to run the transaction in the first place.

She was much too busy with sliding her paws up the backs of Madison's thighs, letting her claws drag through the smooth, warm fields of fur. She turned her palms up and cupped the underside of the ursine's ass as she lifted herself, and finally, she found herself grinning against the underside of Madison's soft, supple breasts.

Looking through the cream, she was all too happy to lick away the first few samples she'd been offered, wanting to capture the gaze of her soothing, lavender eyes unobstructed.

"There's one...mm...and there's another," Reina spoke with her mouth just a little bit full, wanting Madison to see the webs of cream spilling from the roof of her mouth and dripping over the back of her tongue. "Getting all over my cheeks again; sure hope you don't mind returning the favor, dear."

"You're offering me extra whipped cream...a-and...letting me lick it off you? That's the kind of thing I'd...ooohgosh..._p-pay extra for," she confessed, finding herself stripped down to her most basic desires by the full, messy slide of a canine tongue against her breasts. The perked nipples that she was unable to hide before were delighted to feel that warmer touch; in the chill of the ice cream truck, she was in need of _constant attention.

The first, blissful tongue of Reina's tongue against her perked nub came just as another voice rang out over the service counter.

"...Guess we didn't really need those napkins so badly after all, did we?"

Rainier, her brother, was standing on the other side of the truck with the needed napkins in tow, but he was carrying such a wide grin that Madison could infer a few things just from seeing it.

She didn't know the pair were a brother and sister team, but she could tell that he'd caught Reina in the act before, and further...she knew he didn't mind watching: she could see the top end of his sweatpants straining, without being able to see the full tent of his erection below.

"Well, a-actually...as a matter of fact, we did need them," Reina explained, turning away from Madison with a dribble of saliva still connecting her to the sensitive, pink nipple. "Had a small whipped cream malfunction, but we found a better way to take care of it. Pretty sure she's gonna leave us a positive review on Welp."

"Better than her leveling a sexual harassment charge against you," Rainier joked. "I suppose this is one of those 'secret menu' things you were suggesting that we add?"

Looking past Reina for a moment and seeing just how fully tented Rainier's pants were, she couldn't imagine leaving him out in the open with such a problem to take care of.

"For what it's worth, as a first time customer...I think that'd be a brilliant idea," she admitted. "Though, I've still got a bit of a sweet tooth, if you think you could help me out with that?"

Rainier couldn't have rushed around the back of the truck fast enough...but he had the wherewithal to close the service window, first.

**

"You know, you two could probably make a little more profit if you charged a little more for all these extra toppings you're letting me sample..."

"It's an assumed cost," Rainier explained. "We don't mind giving a little extra to a customer if it keeps them coming back for more."

Madison was grinning deviously as she held the bottle of chocolate syrup over the end of the husky's exposed cock, letting a healthy trickle pour over the tip of his twitching, pulsing member.

"If this is even half as tasty as it looks, I...I promise I'll be back for more," Madison suggested. "Especially when it comes with this kind of...shall we say...table service?"

There was a frigid tabletop at the back end of the truck, where the husky twins were able to prepare a host of different ice cream dishes; it worked well enough for a place for Madison to rest with her ass perked up for Reina to savor, and her head lowered right to the level of Rainier's cock.

Before she had a chance to lick that first sample from the tapered end of his canine length, she could feel Reina's tongue gliding between her soft, exposed petals, spreading them around the satisfying muscle.

"Just be careful you don't spread the word around too much," Rainier warned her. "Last thing you want is having to stand in line because you gave us such a dazzling review."

Cocking a brow and letting her lips spread around Rainier's tapered, widening flesh, Madison made it clear with one full, eager suckle that she was fine waiting her turn; she'd make sure to get her money's worth when it was her time to be squished between the pair of eager canines.

"As far as customers go...y-you're definitely one of my favorites, already," the male husky confessed. "And I've had a lot of customers over the years..."

Madison couldn't have guessed how many people had gone down on Rainier before: she wasn't aware of the gravity of his statement, but she was happy to make him aware of how skilled she was, moving right past the halfway point of his shaft with the kind of ease that very few were able to manage.

Impressed and delighted all at once, Rainier cupped a paw around the side of her face, exchanging a gaze that spoke of his appreciation for being so comfortable with their unique approach to customer service.

"She's definitely the tastiest one I've ever had," Reina claimed, giving a greater hint to the other job that the husky twins were famous for. "Such a sweet little thing...we could add her to the menu, if we wanted!"

"Nah," Rainier countered. "This one is for employees only...there's some things that are just too special to share with the other customers."

Madison felt her tummy do a small flip; to hear such a tall, handsome man offer her such a compliment was the kind of thrill that would earn him a nice tip, but she wasn't in any hurry to reach for her wallet, again.

She was just glad to reach near the base of his shaft and the warm fluff surrounding his sheath, feeling the heat coming from his more intimate flesh. The subtle, but undeniable scent of his masculinity became a much needed contrast from all the sugar she gleaned in the air, but the very same sweetness was dripping down toward the base...

...She needed to make sure that she was thorough in sucking every bit of chocolate from his member, but she was going to receive something more for her efforts.

"Good call, big brother...she's quite the little delicacy," Reina agreed. "So sweet...so warm and wet...s-spilling over my tongue...I think she's getting close!"

Rainier snickered. "Pretty sure you are too, sis. You can barely even talk anymore."

"Amf kina bissy," she covered up her strain with the muffling flesh of Madison's womanhood, pushing her muzzle right into the delicious folds and letting her tongue probe deeper and deeper into the bear, exploring the tight, welcome depths of her passage. "Mnn...nnnnm..."

That wasn't enough to cover up the effort she'd been putting into her own body: one paw was keeping Madison's folds parted just slightly, but the other was between her own legs, working diligently at the hood at her clit in a series of long, rolling circles. The closer she came to her release, the tighter those circles became...and feverish efforts began missing their mark as tremors pushed their way through her body.

Her toes curled into the floor as she lapped greedily at the offered treat in front of her; she wouldn't let Madison budge from the spot until she was intimately familiar with the delicate, feminine taste of her cum.

Ever the polite little thing, Madison didn't keep her waiting long, and when the already silky warmth was joined by a greater volume of juices, she found a reward was already gushing against the roof of her mouth, congratulating her for such faithful efforts.

"This...t-this was that extra cream you ordered," Rainier huffed and tried to contain himself, knowing that the walls of the ice cream truck weren't that thick: if he let out the kind of thick, rich growl that he wanted to, they likely wouldn't have bene welcome back to the campus anytime soon. "Right? You weren't really specific...j-just...mentioned something sweet..."

He wanted to hear Madison crying out with the delight that he could see painted across her expression: he knew Reina's level of skill, and he could see Madison struggling to keep herself on all fours as her knees buckled inward and her palms, flat on the table, trembled toward the edge of the prep station.

Moaning around her mouthful might not have been the same as a long, thorough declaration, but feeling those stifled groans of bliss was a delight that couldn't be overlooked...and an extra throb of his shaft against her tongue was just what she wanted, when those little vibrations tickled their way down to his sack.

The flesh there was taut as gush after gush of his cream poured right down her throat, and on the other end, Reina was struggling to keep up with the plentiful, heated juices from their new favorite customer...much less the same, messy yield that was spilling over her fingers and dripping to the floor around her wrist.

"...Maybe...it's a g-good thing I got those napkins after all," Rainier joked, though he could see little bit of his seed escaping Madison's tight, suckling lips and dribbling down her chin.

They did have a few health code violations to take care of.

**

"I really am sorry for the mess," Madison admitted, as she pulled her shirt back into place and made herself a bit more presentable. "You two are some of the most understanding people I've ever met...even if your restaurant has an unusual approach."

"And I'm sorry for letting myself get so carried away," Reina admitted. The trio had worked together to clean up their messes, food based and otherwise, to get the truck sparkling again in no time flat. "Thanks for...y-you know. All of that."

Madison grinned. "My pleasure. I will certainly be looking you two up again the next time I'm in the mood for a double dip...especially if you're local?"

"Adorable, sweet, and you've got puns?" Rainier asked, but already, he could feel Reina giving him a look that told him not to ask for her messenger handle. "That's...uhm. Ahem. Yes. We are indeed local."

There wasn't much, but a small chest of merchandise was kept in the back of the truck, and the chilled ursine was delighted to feel a jacket wrap around her back, complete with the logo and name of the company on it.

"Here's the games we'll be serving up treats at in the near future," Reina told her, handing over a schedule. "If you come early, we'd be glad to reward you for being our first customer of the day again."

Grinning that much wider and offering a peck on the cheek to Reina, Madison bounded down from the truck. "Suppose how early I come is up to you two, isn't it?"