Everyone in this story is human for the most part, but this au contains creatures such as kitsunes, satyrs, cervitaurs, harpies, etc. It is like a modern fantasy in that aspect. Enjoy!
Just a few weeks ago, Heath Wintri had opened up his very own ice cream and candy shop, appropriately titled Candied Cream. The store had been erected on a bustling street corner as a mint-colored building with white wood trim. Curved just above the door and windows were deep umber awnings along with similarly colored umbrella tables just outside the shop. These awnings were designed to look like candy bars, and the umbrellas like milk duds. Yet another delicious decoration was more fake chocolate overflowing from the window sills. The shop door was a graham cracker, and the handle was made of glass spun to look like black licorice. Every little detail in the decor screamed "tasty!", especially the dollop of soft serve ice cream at the top of the shop door which read out its title among caramel sauce and sprinkles - `Candied Cream'.
Already, Candied Cream had garnered quite a following among the locals in its newest location. It had actually started as a small chain in the North which the Wintri family had owned, and it had gained popularity in the snowy region. The thing with opening ice cream shops where it was always snowing, well, it was already almost too cold to even sell the frozen treat. The young snow fox mimi had been the first of his family to move farther down South to open their shop in warmer weather. Relentless sun rays had already brought him so many customers! Who knew ice cream was in more demand when the weather was not as icy as the tasty product itself?
Heath was delighted to notice that his little shop already had regulars in adults and children alike, though a few of the younger customers caught his eye in particular. Finding beauty in young men and boys was something which had always brought the man so much conflict. He wanted so badly to disprove the myth that any stranger with candy in his hand would use it to lure a child into some white van and drive away; yet here he was selling said candy and fantasizing in his innermost thoughts about what might go on in said white vans.
Letting out a low sigh, he stared into the faint reflection of himself in the shop window. The new owner hardly appeared to be so predatory... even though, technically speaking, he was a fox. He wondered if boys saw anything attractive about him: his unkempt white hair, icy blue eyes, pale skin, or even the dorky store outfit that he had always secretly loved. It was a pair of chocolate brown corduroy pants with a cream long-sleeved shirt, and a mint apron with a dipped cone embroidered in the center, a cute fox tail laying atop it as the ice cream. He even wore a matching cream hat with sprinkles all over it. It was utterly tacky, but oh so cute!
It was when Heath had been adjusting his hat that he noticed another reflection overlay his own. Not one, but two impossibly cute boys were ambling towards him. Seeing as the fox did not recognize them, he figured that they - a faun and a cervitaur - were first time customers. The pair was led by the little ram, a spunky young boy who was pulling the hand of his reluctant friend toward the shop owner. Already, Heath was imagining yanking the faun by his horns and tugging the cutie down to sample his popsicle. The hopeless man was so distracted by his fantasies that he nearly jumped out of his uniform when the little faun spoke.
"Excuse me mister," the faun piped up, "could you show us where something with cinnamon on it would be?" His high-pitched voice was as cute as the perverted fox had imagined. Given that the deer-like friend practically tried to hide behind the smaller faun and fancied staring at the ground more than anything else, Heath guessed that the little ram boy was asking this question for his shy friend.
Heath immediately obliged. "Follow me, please." He spoke in his deeper voice and led the boys to a series of jars in an aisle of the shop. They were filled with anything from pixie sticks, to honey sticks! The cervitaur seemed to perk up as he spotted his beloved cinnamon sticks, and he trotted over to the jars and began to fill a small baggie with the spicy sweet candies. This left Heath standing next to the adorable faun boy who had spoken for his four-hoofed friend. Noting the lack of candy in his little hands, Heath crouched down a bit to speak with the adolescent. "Do you need any help finding anything, uhm... what is your name?" He liked to know his customers on a deeper level, especially the cute boy ones.
How was it legal to be this fuckable? His pastel pink hair curled loosely just above his shoulders, and it was pulled back from his rounded, tanned face by a few bobby pins. At each side of his head, there were horns that resembled cinnamon buns in the way they curled. The magenta orbs underneath his bangs flickered to stare quizzically at the white-haired shop owner, his smile nearly blinding Heath with its radiance. "Rumaris, and my friend's name is Adney!" It seemed Rumaris had only responded to the second question, so the fox prompted once more.
"Is there anything you want in particular, Rumaris? I can whip you up a milkshake, give you a scoop of ice cream..." He trailed off, waiting for the faun to finish off the list by stating for which reason he had entered the sweets shop. Heath could think of a few responses he wanted the boy to have, but all of them were oh so dirty. He swallowed slightly thinking of what it would be like for such a voice to say something to the liking of, `I want your special sauce, mister!'
Instead, Rumaris just shook his head, tugging a little at the low dipping denim overalls he wore. "Mnh," he started off, "I actually wanted to save up for something like a new video game." In other words, the ram was not going to spend his money here. Not that it disappointed Heath too much, as he had plenty of other customers who were practically throwing money at him for his cold treats and candy. It seemed that the cute boy had just strolled into the shop to be a voice for his bashful friend.
The fox and ram had been interrupted when the deer came back with the baggie of cinnamon sticks over which he just appeared so elated. Heath wished he had asked his name personally, as the lavender-haired cervine was cute in his own special way. At least he knew from Rumaris that the name of his friend was Adney. It appeared as if the two boys were done shopping, so the snow fox hurried through the swing door to his register so that he could weigh the candies for a price. As he placed the cinnamon sticks on the scale though, he looked past the counter to the pair of boys and something looked... off. The overalls Rumaris wore were low cut on the neck, meaning that the straps ended just below his chest and the garment started there. Underneath his overalls had been a white shirt with tiny multi-colored flowers on it, but one of the flowers seemed to have darkened somewhat.
Realizing that the cervitaur was holding out cash for the total displayed on the scale, Heath redirected his attention to the deer and voiced the price aloud, exchanging the money for the bag of candy. Adney did not hesitate in taking out the first stick for a nibble after swiping it from the scale. From the corner of his eye though, the older snow fox mimi could see the curious dark spot growing on the floral shirt. With a quick squeak that sounded like a "thank you!" from the deer boy, he trotted out of the shop, and Rumaris turned to follow his friend out. "Wait." Rumaris was stopped by the stern voice of the fox, who leaned over the counter. "What is that on your chest?"
The horned boy had seemed a bit startled by the voice for a moment, but he looked down to his chest to see what it was the shop owner mentioned. Immediately, his little smile turned upside down, and his face was as red as a cherry. There was another spot that had started to pool up, almost as if the boy had spilled something on his chest. "They're leaking again..!" Rumaris whined out pitifully, biting his lip a bit as he covered the two spots with his hands. `They're leaking again?', Heath thought. What did that mean? The place where the dark spots were, they were at...
"You mean your nipples?" Heath realized he had said this a bit too loud, and now some of the other customers in the store looked at him funny. "Triples? You want a triple scoop?" The shop owner had just barely saved himself, sighing softly in relief as the other customers looked away, though the pink-haired boy appeared petrified. Leaning toward the dark-skinned boy, Heath whispered. "Why don't you come to the back so that I can clean you up?" He trusted his employees to upkeep the store while he was busy.
With a small nod, the ram glanced back at his waiting friend, waving a signal for Adney to go ahead while he went through the swing door at the register. Now laying a hand on his shoulder, the shop owner led the young boy to the back room, where Rumaris undid his overall straps and let them hang by his hips before lifting his shirt. His nipples were swollen, and they were leaking milk like he was an expectant mother! Seeing as Rumaris was so concerned about this, Heath tried not to appear so shocked at the unusual sight. Instead, he found a tissue box and snatched a soft white tuft to start wiping at them.
Rumaris appeared as if he was going to start crying, sniffling as the milk was soaked up by the soft tissue. "M-my big sister... she says that it's normally only girls who make milk. I really try to squeeze it out, but..." His voice broke, and the shop owner gently hushed him.
"Calm down. I've heard of this happening to some boys." He really had not, but it seemed that the pink-haired satyr cheered up upon hearing this, if only slightly. As the pert nipples leaked more milk though, Heath could not help himself from giving the warm liquid an impulsive taste test. Allowing the liquid to pool at his thumb, he brought it to his mouth. This milk was delicious, the sweetest he had ever tasted!
"Really?" A twinkle of hope sparkled in the magenta eyes of the ram. "I just.. It's just, when I think I've squeezed it all out, more milk always comes." He was sniffling. God, the boy even looked cute when he was on the verge of tears.
It was at this moment though, that Heath had an idea. A somewhat mischievous smile formed on his handsome face. "I think I know a way to make use of your milk, Rumaris, so that it will not leak so much like this."