Committing crime can be a tough and tiring profession sometimes. Having to threaten people into giving you their possessions, making sure you get away with the crime, god knows how much paperwork. Well, not that much, but that's besides to point! The fact is, it can get a little bit boring and even repetitive at times.
This was the current mindset of underground criminal Roman Torchwick, the low life thief, mobster and overall bad guy who operated in the kingdom of Vale. Roman was having what some would call a midlife crisis at the moment. Business was slow, the huntsmen, huntresses and those dumb cops were all growing a tighter hold on the criminal world to keep people in check and he was even starting to get a little bored. Sure, he had his partner in crime and overall best friend known as Neopolitan with him, though shockingly she wasn't that great for conversation. Roman needed more. He needed to find something else to do other than crime… But what? He was never great in school so wouldn't be able to get a decent job, outside of criminal activities and the occasional tango lessons he had no real hobbies, so thinking of something was rather troublesome.
That was however until the aforementioned Neopolitan had come up with a rather ingenious idea for them both; Selling ice cream! They had her for a mascot because when you have someone with that name and colour scheme you'd be an idiot not to use her and could easily buy out a small building and make it look fancy. But where to get ice cream… Well, thankfully for them, the duo had a rather interesting, direct way of obtaining a constant supply.
6 months later…
"Welcome to Neo's Neo, what can I get for ya today, Pal?" Roman Torchwick asked from behind the counter of the newly opened 'Neo's Neo™' ice cream store, dressed in his usual snazzy attire and putting on a shockingly friendly smile as he greeted a customer.
Needless to say, the ice cream shop he and Neo had opened up together had been a massive hit with the city of Vale, attracting many customers since day one and keeping the pair on their toes. They even had to hire a few additional staff to make sure everyone in this colourful building got what they wanted. Roman had been having the time of his life, able to make an honest living and make some big bucks from it too, all thanks to his little business partner's idea.
"Uuuuuh… I will haaaave… One bowl of the Neopolitan special, please. Gonna sit inside too." The customer responded with a smile to their lovely server, an older teen wearing casual shorts and a shirt with brown scruffy hair.
"No problem, my man! Anything else for ya?" Roman asked while typing into the cash register, pulling up the amount of lien owed.
"Nope, that'll be all."
Roman finished off the order and held out a receipt to the customer, exchanging it over for the lien before nodding to him. "Keep this and take a seat, pal, someone'll bring it over."
"Thanks!" And the customer did just that, walking off to a table to await their special ice cream order.
"Alright, time ta get this guy's o- Crap." Roman was about to get on with creating the order for the customer, but as he looked down to their selection of ice cream he saw that they were out of the Neopolitan special. This wasn't an emergency thankfully, all he had to do was go to the back room where they personally made the stuff. Adjusting his hat and having an employee take to the counter,Torchwick walked across the work area and opened up the door to the back room, calling in not long after. "Neo! Gonna need more of the special ASAP!"
The back room was dimly lit, but everything inside could be seen all too clearly once inside. There was a very large metal table sitting in the middle of the room with many empty tubs set out for ice cream on it. They were slowly and surely being filled up and passed out to the front area for sale, but not by some boring old automated machine, no no no. Sitting on one end of the table was Roman's business partner and best friend Neopolitan, stripped of all clothing with her legs spread wide and a bowly just beneath her vagina. Her ankles were held out to the sides by two extensions of the table, leaving her rather wet and dripping nether regions exposed for anyone who walked into the room to see. But she wasn't wet because she was aroused, in fact it was the exact opposite. Neo's vagina had been put through so much work since this shop opened because she was how they got their ice cream. The pink and brown haired girl looked up to Roman with a sweaty, tired looking face and nodded slowly, giving him a reassuring grin before getting on with what needed to be done. Her entire body clenched and she made an incredibly strained looking face as the process began, the ice cream girl feeling something pushing its way through her lower body, slowly emerging from her private parts. Her labia slowly parted as her vagina was forced to widen, revealing the exciting thing to be a large scoop of pink ice cream. Yes, Neo could create ice cream. How? She wasn't even sure herself. But what she and Roman both knew was that it would help their business, so they would keep going with it to satisfy their customers.
Roman strolled over to his mute partner on the table and gave her a gentle pat on the back with his gloved hand, watching down as she slowly filled up the tub with brown and pink ice cream scoops. "Doin' a good job, Neo, just keep fillin' them up and we'll be done in no time.'
Neopolitan just nodded in response to this as she trembled and pushed out more of her cold, delicious children. It was rather easy with the ice cream being wet and soft, but it was so damn tiring having to eject so much from her body for hours on end that even with breaks she was hurting a little. Regardless, each scoop pushed its way out of her wet, cold pussy with a soft splat into the tub, this one being the requested Neopolitan Special, a staple of the store and fan favourite. Neo found she could control which flavour her body created if she focused enough, another odd perk to this bodily function. Soon enough however, the naked lady had finally filled up the tub, looking up at Roman with a small smile with her birth being successful.
"Perfect, just gotta add the finishing touch. Hold still, Neo." Roman stated after giving her a head pat, now picking up the surprisingly heavy tub of ice cream and moving it up to her stomach. Man, she really filled this thing up. With the tub of ice cream sitting under Neo's chest, Roman reached over to one of her breasts and took a hold of it, squeezing the mound and directing the nipple over the tub which began to release a slow, sticky stream of raspberry sauce onto the treat. A lovely sweetener Neo could also created from her breasts along with other toppings, perfect for this business. Squeezing her boobs sauce all over the ice cream, Roman released his grip and reached down to lick up the little trickle left.
Neo couldn't help but silently giggle at this act, shuddering in delight slightly and rolling her eyes at him. Even with this causing her body a fair amount of distress, he still knew how to kiss the sore spots better.
"Hehe, thanks, Neo. Keep it up, I'll let ya know if we need anythin' else." Roman tipped his bowly hat to the small mute and sealed the tub of fresh ice cream, walking off to the main shop area and leaving the naked Neopolitan to her business.
Having set up the ice cream tub with the others and filled up a bowl with it, Roman put in a spoon and carried the Neopolitan Special over to where the customer was sitting, a friendly smile plastered on his lips as he set it down. "Sorry about the way, Pal! Had ta get a new batch out. Nice and fresh, lucky you, haha."
"Oh it's no problem, thanks a bunch, Sir!" The customer replied with an eager smile as they picked up the spoon and scooped up a nice, big blob of fresh Neopolitan ice cream, sticking it in his mouth to let it melt before swallowing, a blissful look on his face. "Mmmmmm, so good, mister! Where do you guys get this stuff?"
"Oh it's all home made, my man. My business partner makes it herself, she makes the best ice cream in the world." Roman replied with a growing smirk on his face, nodding slowly with an eye looking back to the back room door. Business was perfect, all thanks to Neo and her tasty secret.
"Freshly homemade ice cream."