Ice Cream Man

by LittleToyMaker

mc; Mg; Mdom; oral

Lily could hear it. That sound that every little kid just loves to hear, the sound of the ice cream truck, it's cute little bells playing a happy nursery rhyme. Lily grabbed the dollar off the table that her mother had given her and rushed out the front door.

The ice cream truck was just pulling up to her house, so she dashed towards it - she didn't want the ice cream man to drive past, after all. She approached the ice cream truck, but noticed something a little strange... it wasn't the normal ice cream truck, the one that always came every hot summer day. This one was a little different...

This ice cream truck didn't have designs of cute animals accompanying the ice cream ads alongside the truck. Instead, it had a picture of several little children walking behind an adult man, a man who held a strangely shaped popsicle in his hand. In fact, Lily noticed that there weren't even any ads for ice cream on the side of the truck, only the picture and the big words "Ice Cream" written on the side.

She noticed one other oddity about this truck - she didn't know the song it was playing. She knew lots of different nursery rhymes - she was only 6 years old after all, but she had never heard this one. It had a funny sound to it, and as it continued to ring in her ears, she noticed that she began to feel a little sleepy.

She shook her head a little, to shake off the sleepiness, and looked up at the window of the ice cream truck, which was now parked in front of her. The window was dark and she couldn't see inside, so she reached up on her tiptoes and tapped on the window.

She looked up at the window. It still didn't open. She yawned. She really was getting sleepy. She really wanted some ice cream, but if that ice cream man didn't open the window soon, she felt that she might have to go back inside and go take a nap. So was feeling so very, very sleepy.

She stared at the ground, her eyes drooping down lower and lower, she was really going to fall asleep for sure...

But then something touched her head. She drowsily looked up, and saw it was the ice cream man. It wasn't the same ice cream man as usual... but that was okay, she was too sleepy to care, and she was really, really hungry for some ice cream.

"Hello, little girl, would you like some ice cream?" said the ice cream man.

"...Yes..." she said, her sleepiness clearly showing in her voice.

"Do you have any money, little girl?"

Lily looked down at her hand where she held the dollar, and realized it was gone. In her sleepiness, she must have let it go and it blew away in the wind.

"...No..." she wimpered.

"Well, that's okay. I'm feeling... very nice today. I'll give you an ice cream for free, but only the one I choose. Is that okay with you?"

Lily really wanted ice cream. She couldn't refuse no matter what it was.

"...Okay..."

A few moments later, the ice cream man reached down and grabbed Lily's hand and placed a popsicle in it. It didn't have a wrapper, it was just a popsicle on a stick. But this popsicle was strange... it looked like that one on the side of the truck...

It was a creamy-white colored popsicle. It was really long, and the tip of it looked kind of like a mushroom. The base of the popsicle was kind of rounded, like someone had stuck two golf balls on the bottom. Lily looked at the funny popsicle, still in a sleepy daze.

"Try it. It's good. You'll like it."

Lily stared at it for another moment, and then touched the mushroomy tip to her lips. It was cold. Very cold. It tasted bad. Very bad, kind of like salt... but Lily didn't stop sucking on the popsicle. She sucked, she licked, she thrust it in and out of her mouth. She couldn't stop eating that nasty popsicle.

And as she sucked and licked the popsicle more and more, she started to feel even more sleepy, but also something else, another kind of funny feeling.

Brain freeze. She was getting brain freeze. But it didn't hurt, no, it was a very relaxing feeling. She kept sucking and licking the funny-looking popsicle, and her brain froze more and more.

Before long, her arm dropped to her side, and the empty popsicle stick clattered to the ground. Lily stared up at the sky, her eyes half-closed, her mouth hanging halfway-open, with that creamy-whiteness of the popsicle running down her mouth, and running down her hand. Her brain had completely frozen. She couldn't think anymore. She was too tired to think anymore anyway, so the frozen brain didn't bother her at all.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the ice cream man, standing outside the truck next to her. He produced another one of the funny popsicles and held it in front of Lily. She reached out for it, but he pulled it away, and started walking. He walked Lily around behind his truck and held the popsicle up high where she couldn't reach it. Her eyes stared up, transfixed on the popsicle. She wanted it, no matter what.

The ice cream man opened the back doors of the truck and stepped up inside, and then took Lily's hand and helped her up into the truck. He led her to sit down on a bench on the back of the truck, and only then gave her the popsicle she desired. She popped it into her mouth and began to suck and lick at the funny popsicle, unaware of anything that was going on around her...

...Unaware of the other four girls, all around her age, sitting in the back of the truck next to her, each one enjoying their own funny popsicle, except for one of them who had finished hers, and was desperately licking her fingers to get another taste of it. The ice cream man reached into the freezer and grabbed another popsicle and handed it to the desperate girl, who immediately went to work devouring it.

A little while later, the truck stopped at an abandoned ice cream factory. The five girls in the truck were given another popsicle, and then lead off the truck by the ice cream man.

He lead them through the abandoned factory, down to the basement and opened the door to the dark room. It was a very cold room, and though nothing could be seen, Lily and the other girls could hear a chorus of dozens of little mouths sucking and licking at popsicles, and the sound of several grown men grunting in pleasure.

The door closed behind Lily and the other girls, but they didn't care. Their brains were too frozen to care. All they cared about... was having more popsicles.

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