Ice Creamy Control

“Does it ever stop being strange?”


Apacci glanced up in confusion at the pink-haired hottie she was supposed to be training. She hadn’t quite gotten that far yet, but that’s what the bananas and ice cream were for. “What are you talking about?”


“Like this whole situation.” Meninas waved one arm around, holding onto her own banana with her other hand. “We all hated each other for years, some of us centuries. We were trying to commit genocide on each other’s species not that long ago. And now? We have Quincys, Hollows, Soul Reapers, humans, and whatever the hell Ichigo is now, all working together, getting along, and even fucking each other.”


Okay, put that way, Apacci could see where Meninas was coming from. “It’s weird as fuck, sure,” she conceded, before smirking as she dipped the fruit in melted chocolate. “But all things considered, I’m having a hell of a lot more fun and I’m a fuck less stressed then I was before…most of the time,” she added, thinking about some of the idiot customers she had to put up with, running the ice cream shack. She couldn’t hurt them or even threaten them, which took a lot of getting used to. Still… “I can put up with some really odd shit in exchange for that.”


“Huh… I didn’t think about it like that.” Meninas nodded, thinking it over, before suddenly smiling. “And you’re right. I’m having some real fun now, and even if I don’t understand how I got here, I’m still going to enjoy it.”


“That’s the spirit. But if you want to really live life to the fullest, you have to learn control,” Apacci told her, topping her banana off with ice cream whipped cream and nestling it between her tits. She shivered and bit her lip as the cold ice cream ran over her hot breasts.


“Is it really that important?” the Quincy asked, even as she followed suit, looking down at her training tool dubiously and blushing. She also squirmed in place as the coldness of the ice cream really hit her.


Giving her an incredulous look, Apacci replied, “Fuck yes it’s important. You took out Kenpachi Zaraki with a single hit. Do you really want to see what will happen to some poor bastard’s dick if you get too excited and lose control? Sure, most of the guys we’re hanging around with are tough, but you still need to figure out how to tone it down.”


“I guess that makes sense. So, teach me your technique, oh wise sensei.”


Apacci narrowed her eyes at the sass. “Nobody likes a smartass.”


Meninas gave her an utterly disbelieving look. “Do you want me to start listing all the snarky people we both know, and how much sex each of them has had in just the last few weeks?”


“…damn, good point,” Apacci grumbled, shaking her head. “Fine, just watch close and you’ll pick it up in no time.”


She went to work, rubbing her tits up and down the length of the banana and using her tongue to lick up the ice cream, not even minding when Meninas leaned forward, her tits resting on hers. It actually felt kind of nice, not that she would ever tell the damn Quincy that.


Sure, they might not all be trying to kill each other now, but that didn’t mean they were all buddy-buddy either.




“Harder, you pink-haired whore!” Kenpachi howled, every single one of his sharp teeth on display as he grinned at Meninas. “C’mon, I know you can go harder and faster than that; where’s that strength you showed when you punched me?”


Grinning back, Meninas really started getting into her paizuri. “You asked for it, you son of a bitch!”


“Ah, they grow up and learn so fast, don’t they, Apacci-chan?” Urahara sniffed, wiping away a fake tear. “Very nice job training her, by the way.”


“Okay, first, for the hundredth fucking time, don’t call me Apacci-chan, you bastard!” the Fraccion snarled, not letting up on bouncing her tits up and down around the crazy pervert’s cock. “And second, if I did such a good job, does that mean I get a bonus? We also sold a fuckton of ice cream; turns out, having two super hot babes wearing almost nothing attracts even more customers.”

(Story by User: S22132)

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