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shadow milks slender fingers pinched a threaded needle, plunging into the fabric before tugging it up and out over and over. his tongue pokes out between his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration. for he could conjure up just about anything with his magic but he deemed this a project worthy of his patience and craftsmanship.
with a final tug, the fabric is wound together by the pure white thread. nimble fingers tie the not off, tossing the needle and thread aside.
a gleam of pride and mischief shone in the beast cookies sharp blue hues. held in his hands a small doll. with buttery blonde yarn hair, and two button eyes, one a pale blue and the other a light yellow. a flowing white gown akin to holy garment. last of all a small smile stitched onto the tan fabric of the dolls face.
of course this wasn’t just any old doll, oh no. shadow milk wouldn’t waste his precious time just to craft a doll to simply have tea parties with. this doll was special, infused with a spell of dark magic. a voodoo doll of the one who he so desperately craved and despised all at once.
pure vanilla cookie.
months had passed since the two had parted ways. in a more accurate description, since shadow milk was utterly humiliated, defeated by such a naive, foolish cookie.
the beast cookie, no longer exhibiting fierce or beastly qualities, fled with his tail between his legs at the simple offer of something genuine. friendship.
disgusting.
but as days turned to nights, and weeks bled into months the jester found himself plagued with thoughts of the pure cookie.
‘did he think of him?’
‘what was he doing?’
‘would he come looking for him?’
shadow milk held the doll in his hands, his thumbs supporting the small floppy arms. he clicked his tongue. there was a part of him that wanted to tear into its soft plush body. to pry the button eyes out with his long black nails, sink his sharp teeth into it and rip it apart like a dog.
however then he would be left alone again. no connection to the one he yearned for most. for death was final, and killing a viable source of entertainment would be foolish. after all the show must go on. so shadow milk would find other ways to vent his frustration, need, and resentment.
pure vanilla’s fingers curled around his metal watering can, tipping it over the bed of marigolds. with a gentle smile on his face he listened to the sound of water flowing in steady streams down onto the warm yellow petals of the flowers.
it was midday in the vanilla kingdom. the sun high in the sky, casting warmth down upon the cookies who strolled around leisurely, and the cotten sheep who grazed in the fields.
pure vanilla had some time to himself. today there was no urgent matters or piles of paperwork that would have him hunched over his desk for hours on end.
today he was free to enjoy the sun’s rays kissing his tan dough, and the wind wisping through his golden hair. on days like these the pure cookie would spend his time tending to his garden, strolling through the town or spending time with the animals that roamed the land.
pure vanilla had a feeling that his garden was in dire need of some tender care. one of his hands held his sunflower staff, the eye in the center gazed over the blossoming buds. a proud smile grew on his lips seeing the seeds of his labor pay off.
pure vanilla took a knee feeling the moist dirty underneath. kneeling down to inspect the flowers his white robe pooled around him. his fingers delicately grazed across the flower petals watching as they dipped before bounding back up.
“my you are blossoming quite beautifully”
his voice is tender and sweet. his gaze lingering over the colorful blossoms with fondness.
vanilla jolts as he feels something tug on his hair.
“can i help you?”
he asks with confusion as he pushes himself up off the ground dusting the drying dirt off his knees and letting his robe fall back down to his feet.
to his surprise when he turns around no cookie is there.
his lips part in further confusion, brows furrowed as he guides his staff to look around, surveying the area. he shakes his head, it must’ve been his imagination or perhaps a young cookie fooling around.
brushing that aside vanilla takes a few steps towards his sunflowers when he feels another phantom touch. the sensation of pinching on his cheek. he lifts his hand swatting at the air around his face with a frown. perhaps it was a bug?
“what is going on with me today.”
he mumbles to himself shaking his head.
his eyes fly open and with a gasp he clutches his sides and lets out a unexpected laugh. his confusion only furthering vanilla feels the as if someone was poking his ribs, tickling him.
he lets out another hardy laugh, sucking in a breathe of air as the feeling subsides. he blinks as he stands up straight again, looking around with a small frown on his lips a certain friend of his catches his eye. ginger brave, a wide toothy smile and a hand eagerly waving.
“hey pure vanilla!”
the tan doughed cookie’s feet thud against the ground as he rushed up to him.
“hello ginger brave. how are you doing today my friend?”
“i’m doing great”
ginger brave gives a grin. his white curly hair messy from the wind, his cheeks rosy and sprinkled with freckles.
“gotta say, it’s good to see you out instead of cooped up doing all your kingly duties and stuff.”
a fond chuckle falls from vanillas lips. it was true he often didn’t take care of himself or his needs for fear of disappointing or letting down his kingdom and friends.
“ah yes it is nice to get out.”
vanilla’s voice is kind and calm as usual. but as that sentence falls from his lips nimble fingers dance up his thigh. vanilla’s breathe hitches, his gaze falling downward as he frantically looks around. he brushes his hands over his gown, rustling the fabric in a desperate attempt to banish the surge of heat that streams through his body.
ginger brave continues to ramble on joyfully unaware of the turmoil before him.
vanilla’s head spins. ‘what in the world was going on with him?’ ‘could he be sick? perhaps delirious from working too hard? did someone put a curse on him?’
his lips twitch up as he forces a tight closed lipped smile nodding along to the words he wasn’t processing. thin strong fingers push into the suple dough of his inner thighs. sharp nails poke and prod. vanilla’s teeth sink down on the inside of his cheek as he stifles a breathy moan.
a pointed nail drags up his thigh slowly. vanilla’s face heats up, cheeks blooming pink. his palms grow clammy down by his side gripping the fabric of his gown.
a palm pushes up roughly against his cock, fingers tracing the outline of his tip.
eyes fly wide open as vanilla lets out a sharp breathe, he clutches his staff tighter, his other hand held down by his side as his nails dug into his palm.
“i know! i was surprised too!” ginger brave exclaimed wide eyed with his typical expressive nature. he crossed his arms over his chest letting out a huff shaking his head in disapproval.
“and after that-“
the brave cookie starts up again enthusiastically. vanilla’s head spun, brain foggy. he almost doubled over, his lips parted as he held his moans in the back of his throat. it was too much. he was mortified.
“i.. i need to go.. i’m sorry.”
shadow milk smiles sinisterly, sharp teeth bared on full display. his eyes crinkle at the sides as he rubs his index finger over the dolls crotch.
his mind races with possibilities. would the vanilla king be in a meeting? forced to conceal moans as his fingers dug into his robe’s fabric. perhaps he was simply wondering around town, before unexpectedly doubling down into a pathetic moaning mess.
shadow milk’s cock twitch at the thought. oh how he wished to was able to see pure vanilla’s face. watch how his brows would crease, how his thin pink lips would part as he moaned shadow milk’s name begging him to stop. glossy wide eyed, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.
“my sweet vanilly, you act so pure, but i see through your visage.“
shadow milk brings his hands behind his back as he unzips his jester outfit. sliding the tight stretchy fabric off of his shoulders, pulling his hands out of the puffy sleeves. he pushes the pesky clothing down to his thighs, his long slender cock springing free, a bead of precum bubbling up from his slit.
“i hope it hurts.”
he growls, eyes narrowing for a moment as genuine anger bubbles to the surface.
“how about a little count down? the cookies in the audience always love those.”
“one,”
vanilla hastily rushes up the steps to his castle, his breathing labored.
“two,”
he slams the heavy double doors behind him, back pressed against them.
“three,”
a loud cry of pain tears up through the blond’s chest. wide eyed in horror, tears prick at the corners. his staff clatters against the ground. his legs give way and the blond haired hero falls down to his knees, the floors harsh against his sensitive, delicate dough.
shadow milk sheathes himself fully inside the doll. the insides felt warm and wet, just like the real thing, enveloping his cock tightly. the beast had to hand it to himself, this had to be one of his best ideas yet.
“ah poor vanilly, does it hurt sweetheart?”
the jester speaks in a teasing tone voice feigning sympathy. his lips twitch and curl up into disturbing eerie grin.
pale blue fingers clasped suffocatingly tight around the dolls throat. dragging his tongue over his lips, shadow milk stared down at its small dotted stitch smile and button eyes. he pumps the stuffed replica of vanilla up and down on his cock, a guttural groan erupting from deep in his throat at the feeling of mushy insides hugging around his cock.
vanilla’s fingers grasp aimlessly at the tile floors, hoping to ease the sharp pain of being fucked raw. drool dribbles from the corners of his mouth, pooling below his chin and he chokes, hands curling around his throat, claws teasingly digging into him.
“witches!”
he curses his forehead pressed against the cold tile. his ass ached, bolts of sharp pain shot down with spine. vanilla’s cock twitches beneath his garments, throbbing achingly in need of desperate attention. down on his knees, he was reduced to a moaning, blabbering mess.
the pure cookie chokes up, hot salty tears sliding down his flushed cheeks. in desperation vanilla pushes his cheek down against the ground. his blonde hair fell into his eyes and latched onto his forehead damp with sweat. his hole flutters.
vanilla couldn’t think, his mind corrupt by foreign pleasure. he lets out another sharp moan as the phantom feeling of a cock violently ramming into his virgin body. his cock twitches in need.
he couldn’t take it anymore, shakily reaching a hand between his thighs,he needily grasp as his underwear tugging it down to his mid-thigh. calloused fingers curl around the thick base of his cock. vanilla whimpers and whines, his ass held up high with his face pushed against the hard flooring of the castle floors.
he brings his his thumb to the head of his cock, smearing the precum leaking from his slit. pleasure overwhelms him from the extra stimulation.
“ah, so- mmpfh good”
“aw look at you so pathetic, it’s almost cute. how’s it feel? isn’t this fun. are you having fun? i’m having fun.”
shadow milk moans, his hips stutter while he envisions the blond cookie bouncing on his cock. vanilla’s own pretty pink cock slapping against his stomach as he shot ropes of cum. with his hands bound behind his head by his shadow milk’s puppet strings. the hero helplessly at his mercy.
“i’m gonna ruin you.”
shadow milk’s head tips forward, his hips bucking up into the doll with vigor. his harlequin eyes shut in pleasure, the familiar feeling of clenching in his lower abdomen. he ached for release.
“stupid,useless little cookie. so foolish.. so naive.”
he lets out a laugh that fades into a long whiney moan. both hands now clamp down on the doll’s plush body.
vanilla fucks into own palm, his hand slick with his own juices. his thighs shake, as the other abuses his prostate repeatedly. drool and tears pool around his cheek that’s smashed against the tile. his body rocked with each hurried plunge into his ass.
“heavens, i’m-“
ecstasy couldn’t begin to describe what pure vanilla felt. his eyes squeezed shut, mouth lolled open. his hole clenched around an imaginary cock. vanilla sobs, a whiny pathetic sound that echos through the walls of his home. his cock leaks twitching before ribbons of cum burst from him, covering the tile below.
shadow milk’s body burned with desire, his. he picked up speed, frantically pounding into the doll. he felt the others hole clench around his cock. the blue haired cookie’s mouth falls open a desperate moan leave him.
“oh fuck~”
he plunges himself in once more, pleasure overriding him. crying out, he spills his seed inside of the doll.
“yes, that’s it, take me. take all of it.”
he heaves a breathless chuckle as he fucks the cum into the doll with shorter sloppy thrusts. wet, dirty sounds echo inside the empty spire.
he moans as he leans back against the wall. a dark blue flush shadows his face. he watches proudly while his own cum ooze out, dripping down his cock.
a smirk rests on his lips, his eyes now half lidded in the after shocks of pleasure.
“is this all you’re good for little hero?”