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Shadow Milk Cookie hissed and covered his eyes from the blinding light that engulfed almost the entire Spire. He felt dazed, confused, and even scared–no wait, enraged at this situation.
M’kay you can stop the effects
Just a moment earlier his plan was going perfectly,Truthless was in his grasp and he finally, finally had his souljam (well actually it was his Souljam all along he was simply taking back what’s his!) in his grasp. He was holding it for witches sake!
But NOOOOO, that STUPID PURE VANILLA COOKIE just HAD to RUIN it all!
Now there he was, that stupid kind smile plastered on his face, the way his robes elegantly spread around him like he was a saint, his golden hair (which got much longer due to his awakening) cascading around and down like a messy halo (pretty, but he’s far from being an angel!).
‘OHHHHH I’m going to CRUMBLE that damn half-baked fool when I get the chance–!’
Shadow Milk thought before his thoughts got interrupted by a silky sweet voice.
“Shadow Milk Cookie…”
‘...a what now’
“You’re not alone Shadow Milk Cookie…”
Shadow Milk snaps out of his thoughts, gazing at the caramel colored cookie while something boils in his jam.
It’s rage, he realizes, pure, unfiltered, RAGE. He continues to stare at the cookie, completely dumbfounded as his thoughts come at him at an even faster pace than before.
‘...WHAT!? DOES THIS FOOL EVEN KNOW WHAT HE’S SAYING!? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS, SAYING M Y NAME IN SUCH A SWEET, SILKY, hot-PATHETIC WAY!?’
“PSH, HA HA HA HA HA HA! Hmm? How pathetic are you Nilly? Thinking you can just SAY THAT out loud?! HA HA HA HA HA!!” Shadow Milk laughs loudly, wiping at tears forming at the edge of his eyes while his minions stare at him in both worry, concern, and a small hint of anger. Heavily targeted to Pure Vanilla, it should be obvious.
Pure Vanilla frowns softly while looking ahead at the blue cookie laughing, he obviously knows it’s fake given how he observes Shadow Milk always faking his true emotions with either a smirk, joke, or laughter. After all, he was Truthless Recluse, a silent observer. But it wasn’t going to stop him, not this time.
And so, instead of backing down, leaving and taking Gingerbrave and his friends with him, he took a step (well technically he was levitating due to his awakening, so consider it more of a hover) towards Shadow Milk. The soft smile on his face never faltering (heh, I will not falter).
“I felt it Shadow Milk Cookie, a drop in the endless cosmos of your soul. A longing for companionship, the feeling of loneliness taking its toll onto you until you first laid your eyes on me. And when I embraced deceit, that drop, that singular drop bloomed with happiness. When our souls merged I saw all of it, your past, the present, and even a small glimpse of the future”. Pure Vanilla Cookie said with utmost joy and adoration, although Shadow Milk did detect (he hopefully thought was wrong) a hint of affection.
“...What?” Shadow Milk said in a soft yet shocked chirp, his facade falling rapidly as his mind started to process what Pure Vanilla just said. ‘Did that cookie, THAT COOKIE, think he could actually understand him!? What on Earthbread is wrong with him!?’
And then…Pure Vanilla Cookie spoke what Shadow Milk would call the “words of doom”.
“Like you said, we are two sides of the same coin, we are each other’s other half…After all, truth and deceit cannot live without one another, they are inseparable! And so Shadow Milk Cookie…”
Oh NO
He was, he wasn’t really going to...right?
“Would you please be my…friend?”
“…”
“H-HOW DARE YOU! THINKING YOU CAN JUS-JUST ASK ME THAT!”
“You, he points a jagged clawed finger at the Vanillian cookie, “Are a fool, a fool destined for a terrible end, where your kindness, mercy, and foolishness will be your biggest enemies. They will be your utmost reasons for your eventual demise. One where not even your kindhearted nature can save you or your (he dramatically gags) loved ones”.
“...”
Pure Vanilla contemplatively eyed Shadow Milk, processing and taking consideration into the words he just said. With the gears slowly turning in his head, he thought of an idea.
“Hmm alright then…Then maybe we can be more than friends~”.
“...”
“WHAT!?”
Shadow Milk Cookie froze, hovering in the air with his posture mimicking one of the many rigid statues placed within the Spire’s walls. Hell, even the Spire seemed to have been stopped all together thanks to its master shock. The air went still and the atmosphere shifted, turning into an even cooler environment than before. If you ask one of the witnesses on that fateful day in the Spire, they may even say that the Spire’s air felt more suffocating and intoxicating than usual.
Soon enough, even the objects usually moving around in the Spire all either dropped, stopped moving, or went back to their original places. The only thing that was left alone was its master, Shadow Milk Cookie, hovering above what seems to be the center of the Spire, his body rigid and the eyes in hair reflecting a numerous amount of emotions. Most had shocked eyes with a harsh diamond-like slit in the middle, ‘Probably fear or shock, a defensive emotion I assume’ Pure Vanilla thought while he noticed that some of the other eyes had a weeping like shape and one seemed to have a…heart in its eye? Strange…
“W-what did you just–no you didn’t…PAH! You silly, silly, fool Vanilly! You just–”
“Shadow Milk Cookie”
Pure Vanilla took another step towards Shadow Milk, each further step closing off the distance between them.
Soon enough he was right in front of the beast, his long golden hair trailing behind him as he stood in front of Shadow Milk Cookie.
“If you are rejecting my offer of friendship…Well, we can elevate it~”. Pure Vanilla giggles softly, looking at Shadow Milk with adoration as he cups his face softly, giving his cheeks a tight squeeze, verging on the point of a pinch.
Shadow Milk gasps at the sudden squeeze, allowing Pure Vanilla to quickly press his lips against Shadow Milk’s, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Shadow Milk makes a soft, barely audible moan as Pure Vanilla’s tongue begins to explore his mouth. The soft, fleshy tip mapping every crevice in his mouth, soaking up Shadow Milk’s blueberry flavor while allowing his own vanilla flavor to spread in each crevice he pokes at.
To Shadow Milk’s surprise, he kissed back at Pure Vanilla hungrily, fighting for dominance in the mouth, when really he was fighting an already losing battle (yet he figured this out about 2.32 seconds ago when he felt two slender yet larger hands gently wrap around his waist and pull him impossibly closer.)
After a few minutes of making out with soft moans from both cookies, Shadow Milk broke off, a string of saliva connecting both cookies mouths as he gasped for air as his hands tightly held onto Pure Vanilla’s shoulders.
‘...What the FUCK was that!? Did I, the BEAST of DECEIT make out with my sworn enemy!? Hell, I even allowed him to dominate my mouth, oh I’m never going to live this dow–’
Shadow Milk’s train of thoughts was once again interrupted with a soft chuckle coming from the cookie in front of him.
“Bluebird…” Shadow Milk felt his face flush at the nickname, rolling his eyes despite the obvious reaction his body gave. Curse that damn body and its honest physical tellings!
Pure Vanilla opened his eyes, although his eyesight was terrible he could make out the violet flush against Shadow Milk’s face and the small drool coming out of his mouth. Gently opening a portal (now adorned with a white background and an array of yellow stars and symbols), he gently picked up Shadow Milk and cradled him to his chest. One hand coming up to hold him tightly yet softly, and the other looping behind his hips, gently cupping one of the plush thighs.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private, Shadow Milk~” Pure Vanilla purred as he walked into the portal, holding Shadow Milk against his chest. Allowing the portal to close once he and Shadow Milk were through it.
“...MASTER SHADOW MILK COOKIE!!!”
A shriek cut the slightly awkward and dense atmosphere.
“MASTER SHADOW MILK COOOOOOOOOOOOOKIE!!”
The voice belonged to none other than Candy Apple Cookie, who was gazing up at the spot that Shadow Milk was “forcibly” taken, with her mouth wide open and her eyes brimming with fresh fat drops of tears, threatening to fall out at any moment.
“Would you shut up?!” Wizard Cookie snapped, casting a glare at Candy Apple before fully turning towards her. “Yelling won’t bring either him or Pure Vanilla back! In fact…how come YOUR master didn’t try to stop him!? So much for the “Great Beast of Deceit"." Wizard Cookie shouted, raising his candy staff and promptly aiming it at Candy Apple.
“You dare mock master Shadow Milk Cookie, the greatest playwright on Earthbread!?” Candy Apple screeched, grabbing a giant candy apple stick and lifting it over her head, falling to the ground with a dull and sticky ‘thunk’ sound.
All the while Black Sapphire Cookie kept his eyes on the spot where Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla summoned a portal and went through. As he promptly saw what happened, the faint blush of purple dusting his cheeks before he quickly shook his head and went back to what was happening in the current moment.
Only to be met with Wizard Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie beating the shit out of each other.
“S-should we do something?” Strawberry Cookie asked, nervously tiddling with the strings on her hoodie with a faint dust of pink in the visible section of her face.
‘Good, so she wasn't the only one who saw what happened between them…’ Black Sapphire thought to himself as he noticed Gingerbrave struggling to separate the two tiny cookies.
‘Master Shadow Milk Cookie…I swear by my dough I will find you and crumble that half-baked truthful fool. But still…what is your plan? Why did you go with him? What is he planning?’
Black Sapphire thought for a moment before quickly shaking his head and focusing back on the situation…which has escalated extremely quickly. ‘No no…He knows what he’s doing…I just have to follow orders and trust him…yes that’
“EEEEEEE! LET GO OF MY PRECIOUS HAIR YOU DOUGH BRAINED SHORT FUSED COOKIE!”
“NEVER!! AND, I’M N O T “SHORT” NOR “DOUGH BRAINED”!
*sigh*
Well…this was going to be a long wait.
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The portal opened up to a room in the Spire, though judging by its grand decor and blue and black palette, it must belong to no other than Shadow Milk Cookie, the master of the Spire and practically the owner of it.
Pure Vanilla Cookie used his staff to observe his surroundings, all while still holding Shadow Milk, who was quite literally becoming a flustered mess.
‘Aw how cute…I’m barely holding him and he's already acting like this. I wonder how he’ll react when I get my hands on that lovely blue dough of his. And that even more of that sweet blueberry taste.’
Pure Vanilla felt himself salivate in his mouth, gripping Shadow Milk tighter, who let out a small squeak at the sudden tightness.
“Woah, hey pal! Uh silly Vanilly quite the possessive grip you've got there. Never knew you had a side like this~” Shadow Milk purred softly, looking up to Pure Vanilla with a suggestive look in his eyes, the eyes in hair going up to look at him as well, mostly hearts with his hair acting more like tentacles and gently gripping on Pure Vanilla’s body.
Oh he was going to destroy his body.
And Shadow Milk seemed more than happy to let him do it.
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They’ve been at this for hours now.
How many?
1?
2?
5?
Black Sapphire couldn’t keep count anymore, at least Candy Apple and Wizard have stopped fighting…
Where was he? Surely his master must have been back now, with that bland Vanillian Cookie stuck by side like a barnacle; dressed in his dull black and blue attire. Surely right?
…Right?
He looked ahead at the trio and Candy Apple–that annoying but loyal brat–and saw the confusion now dawning on their faces. Aside from Strawberry Cookie whom he remembered saw the whole…‘incident’’ alongside him earlier. She seemed to be the most shy out of everyone there, covering more of her face with her hoodie. ‘Quite odd considering most of the time her hoodie covers almost her entire face. Wonder how the fabric was meticulated…I should ask master Shadow Milk once I find him…and the bland cookie as well…’
“Ahem…” Black Sapphire cleared his throat before walking up to the rest, staff in hand and posture immaculate. “Weeelllll….seems to me that we're a bit in a ruckus here. Now, quite frankly I’m sure you all will not be on board with this”, ‘neither am I’, he thought to himself for a moment before continuing, “but, I would suggest a…truce, between all of us here. At least until we find both Shadow Milk and Pure–blegh–Vanilla Cookie…”
While he was expecting screams, shouts, and expected protest–he did not expect a random portal opening and an object flying through it, landing loudly on one of the walls of the Spire with an obscene wet sound.
“Woah! Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who saw that!” Gingerbrave exclaimed, walking over to the area where the unknown object had slammed against the wall. As he walked over to it he couldn’t help but notice a semi-thick viscous pearly shimmery liquid oozing out of the, ‘Entrance’? Gingerbrave thought.
Wizard Cookie, despite his short stature has noticed the object and recognized it far before the other cookies, his face turning a deep beet red as he shouted. “GINGERBRAVE! DON’T GO NEAR THAT!” Quickly running over to where Gingerbrave was standing and ushering him away. “I don’t know what that is, but by the looks of it I’d say it’s dangerous. Let’s stay a…safe distance from it, come on!” Wizard Cookie said as he attempted to push Gingerbrave away from the item, barely moving him, but still–progress.
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“S-shit! Nilly!” Shadow Milk screeched, clinging to the bedsheets as his claws dug into them, threatening to tear them out with every thrust that was given to him.
“I-i’m gonna–ah fuuck!”
“H-hush now Bluebird, it’ll–ugh–only take a m-moment more..!” Pure Vanilla praised, his hands gripping Shadow Milk’s waist with harsh enthusiasm, no doubt leaving a bruise to linger. “I’m almost done–ugh–you’re so nice, and warm, and oh so so tight”. He does a harsh thrust on the last word, forcing a high keen out of Shadow Milk and making his mark on that statement.
Pure Vanilla closed his eyes, using his staff to peer out of and noticed a small object next to Shadow Milk on the bed. The sight making him stop to clearly see the object more, and leaning closer to see it more easily.
The sudden stop made Shadow Milk whine, being unintentionally edged, he of course had to get what he wanted. And that way was whining, obviously. “Come on Nills, why’d ya stooop? I was sooo close–ugh–hey what are you–AGH!?”
Pure Vanilla picked up the object and looked at it more carefully, now realizing it was a condom that he forgot he put on earlier before opening a small portal, flinging it into the void, and looking right down at Shadow Milk. Using the side of his outer thigh to clean the mess on his fingers. “Say Shadow Milk…”, He purred, leaning down to press his chest into his back, Pure Vanilla’s mouth leaning down towards Shadow Milk’s ear, pressing a soft kiss before nipping it softly–getting a yelp from Shadow Milk. His dick twitching at the movement, oozing more precum and dribbling down his shaft onto the already soaked and dirtied bedsheets. “You can get pregnant right? Which means…” He moves down further, pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulder, all while Shadow Milk whines and bucks his hips, trying to stimulate the movement of the feeling of Pure Vanilla moving again. Ramming right into his ass, and fucking him stupid, and getting rid of his ability to walk as a whole–!
“Bluebird…” Pure Vanilla nips dangerously close to his pulse line. “You never answered my question…Can you not get pregnant? Because…” He bites down hard on his shoulder, drawing sweet blue jam which he laps up hungrily, kissing the injury profusely as an apology. “We don’t need to use protection–another nip–not when you could be so full and stuffed to the limit with my seed~.” Pure Vanilla bites down harshly on Shadow Milk’s pulse point as a final exclaim, in which Shadow Milk lets a loud moan out as if he wasn’t moaning like a bitch in heat during this whole ordeal he shouts out. “OH YES! WITCHES PLEASE FILL ME UP, BREED ME, DAMMIT PURE VANILLA COOKIE I NEED YOU NOW!” Shadow Milk screamed, bucking his hips back like crazy, trying to stimulate any movement, anything, in his desperate attempt to stop being edged.
Pure Vanilla chuckles, a low dangerous chuckle as a small smile dawns on his face. “Well then…” He pulls out, pulling out a high whine from Shadow Milk as he clenches around nothing, ass bucking and his hips twitching desperately in an attempt to find any more simulation for him, tear marks flowing down his face and ruining his mascara. Witches, he hated this, he hated being edged and so close yet so far, far away!
“Ass up Bluebird~, we have a long night ahead of us…Besides, it’s not like Gingerbrave and the others will find us~”
“OHHH! So that’s what the item was! NEVER tell me about that again Wizard Cookie!” Gingerbrave shudders.