{"sf1_id":1859652,"sf2_id":"Vm2pozr1","title":"Icee's Cup","author":"Asphalt","words":449,"posted_at":"2022-06-02T06:39:00.000Z","tags":["Food","No-Yiff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1859652-icee-s-cup","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2pozr1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/89/dd/89ddc105-3253-4306-abe3-552c9a4e2da3","description":"Art and character belong to Tetchy__","content":"What would she do if her cup got knocked over?  \n\\\u003eShittyMissy throws the cup at you, but misses.  \n\\\u003eIt slips from her hand too soon and falls limply to the ground in front of her.  \n\\\u003eSpilling its contents onto the ground, Icee shoots out of it, sliding on her ass along the floor as if it were a curling rink.  \n\\\u003eThe iced drink she sat in falls away as it flows out, leaving parts of her showing that previously had been covered with what you assumed was well... it looked like fur at least...  \n\\\u003eDizzy from her sudden careening across the floor, she takes a moment to collect herself after coming to rest a few inches from your left shoe.  \n\\\u003eShe shakes her head and looks around, then tenses up when she notices the nearby leather toe.  \n\\\u003eLooking up, she shrieks as she notices you looking down at her.  \n\\\u003eThe colour drains from her face, leaving her head looking like a semi-translucent snowfur.  \n\\\u003eShe quickly starts grabbing up all the slush she can reach and holding it to herself like a bather clutching a towel.  \n\\\u003eSprinting- well, more like skating her way back towards the overturned cup, she does her best to cover herself until she dives into it.  \n\\\u003eYou couldn't prevent yourself from taking a peek at her ass as she skated however, and your curiosity left you far from disappointed  \n\\\u003eWalking slowly over to the cup and crouching down, you shoved a decent portion of the frozen beverage back into it as it lay on its side.  \n\\\u003ePausing for a good few seconds after you were done, you said in as comforting a tone of voice as you could:  \n\"You decent?\"  \n\\\u003ethere was another moments pause before you got a meek reply.  \n\"Yea...\"  \n\\\u003eIcee said from inside the cup.  \n\\\u003eTaking the cup in your hand, you lift it with a scooping motion as you stand back up.  \n\\\u003eLooking down into the open top, you see a pitiful sight  \n\\\u003eIcee was certainly looking worse for wear, the slush she was forced to cover herself with having been contaminated with dirt and other grime from the apartment rooftop.  \n\\\u003eYou did your best to give her a warm smile, but she couldn't meet your gaze.  \n\\\u003eInstead looking down at the spare slush pooled around her ankles.  \n\"C'mon. We're going to 7-11. Let's get you a fresh cup.\"  \n\\\u003eThere was no pause in her response this time, and she glances up to look you in the eye.  \n\"Th-Thanks, Anon...\"  \n\\\u003eShe mutters, clearly a different type of embarrassed now as well.  \n\\\u003eYou give her a small affirming nod before lifting your gaze to head for the door that lead to the elevator.  \n  \n\n"}