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Welcome to Kinktober 2025!

As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:

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Kinktober is an October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.

Our askbox is open for questions about how the challenge works or what the prompts mean.

Prompts

Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest

Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping

Threesome – Nipple Clamps – Alien Abduction

Voyeurism – Sounding – Hypnosis

Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia

Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication

Blindfolds – Chastity – Bloodplay

Webcam – Figging – Cages

Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles

Oral Sex – Punishment – Consensual Non-Consent

Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia

Sex Work – Kneeling – Sissification

Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top – Medical Play

Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging

Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen

Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play

Messy Sex – Service Kink – Anal Hooks

Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture

Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity

Mirror Sex – Golden Shower – Dubcon

Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking

Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay

Biting – Praise Kink – Enemas

Anal Sex – Gags – Noncon

Double Penetration – Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks

Lingerie – Cuckolding – Sex Robot

Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang

Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play

Body Worship – Omorashi – Full-Body Bondage

Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation

Hot Tub Sex – Foot Fetish – Writer’s Choice

Bonus prompts:

Aftercare

Fisting

Wall Sex

Sugar Baby

Uniform Kink

Free Use

Temporary/Permanent Marks

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Because I can, and I want to

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Buyer Tug of War

A/N: The two new cookies that had recently dropped immediately piqued my interest and I had to write something about them. As a treat from me to you, a Reader Insert. Also do want to add that I headcanon Manju Cookie as being transmasc.

Warnings: Double Penetration, Threesome, Oral, Drunk Sex (?)

The inside of the guild leader's lounge was softly illuminated by a lantern. The scent from the burning wax emitted a sweet but savory spice aroma that would have cause hunger, if you and the other two cookies you had joined weren't already growing full off tea. You were one of the many cookies of importance to step inside their private lounge for tea and snacks.

A monarch of a sorts, receiving the yearly visits of Jagae Cookie and Manju Cookie. Them, with their respected members of the merchant guilds, arrived early in the morning to provide the finest wares to your townscookies, as well as to you. However, you don't purchase from either of them. Even when their wares appeared enticing and their pitches for it have you almost convinved to purchase them, you never do. It's never a problem, at least you don't believe it is, since your residents give them some payment so they don't depart empty handed.

It was Jagae Cookie who broke your inner thoughts, speaking up when she sets her cup of tea down. "I don't particularly understand why we're having tea in his lounge still." She says as she looked around the not quite small space with unamusement.

Manju Cookie tilts his head, a serene smile on his face. "Now, what's wrong with my little space? I believe it's rather organized and in place, easy on the eyes and not so overwhelming." Then he laughed. "Perhaps you aren't used to such things, Madame Jagae Cookie."

She glares daggers at the fox hybrid. "Are you calling my space of relaxation and privacy a mess?!"

"Oh well now, I never said that. But if you're saying it then.." He trails off, his eyes squint from his growing smile as he lazily balanced his long pipe in his hands.

Jagae Cookie muttered something under her breath, behind gritted teeth as her face turned red from anger.

This was your cue to step in and difuse the situation, as you always have. "Jagae Cookie, we had tea in your lounge last year." You say, voice gentle with reassurance. "This year, we'll be with Manju Cookie and then next will be back in your lounge. Alright?"

She huffs before propping her head up on her hand, looking off dismissively. "Fine." Then slowly, a smug smile grew on Jagae Cookie's face as she looked at you with teal and pink eyes. "Maybe then, that'll convince you to buy from my guild."

Manju Cookie's own smile wavered for a moment, but he doesn't succumb to his rival's tricks. "Ah ah ah, Madame Jagae Cookie." He spoke up, adjusting in his seat to straighten up as his fluffy tail sways behind him. "True, they haven't bought anything, but we have all night for them to make up their mind. I am a very patient cookie, my monarch."

You gave a sheepish grin as you cheeks turn pink. "Ah-well-"

The other cookie scoffed. "I'm patient as well, Mandu Cookie. I am just saying, perhaps next year," her gaze falls on you and that coy smile returns, "being in my lounge will surely inspire them to support the Jagae Guild."

"You couldn't last the night." He muttered, chucking to himself.

"Mind repeating yourself-"

Your signal to step in alerted once more. "Now come on, you two." Both cookies turn to face you, occassionally glancing at each other between keeping their attention on you. "I haven't purchased your items last year-"

"Nor the year before that." They say in perfect synchronization.

The sudden mutual agreement made you frown for a second, yet you continued. "Right, nor the year before that. However, my cookies flock the decks with eagerness and coins at the ready to support the both of you. I'm sure just by that alone could make up for one such as myself, yes?"

They stare at you, blinking slowly with unamusement.

The corner of your lip twitched. By the ovens, these two were stubborn. A defeated sigh escapes you. "Alright, fine."

"Fine?" Manju Cookie parroted, brow quirked with curiosity.

"Seeing how much it would mean for the both of you, I'll do this." You pause for a moment to process and think how to properly articulate your waver. "If the two of you, can do an impeccable job at persuading me tonight, I will purchase from you. It could be truly anything, not just your typical sales pitch. If you believe it to work, use it. Being sincere." You even held up your embroided pouch and slightly dangle it for them to hear the coins jostling inside.

Jagae Cookie was filled with determination as a laugh leaves her. "This will be rather easy. It's not a first for to to use any form of tactics to win cookies over."

Manju Cookie smiles softly and hums a laugh. "Very well then."

As the hours progress and the evening transformed into night, the tea set swapped with cups of berry juice, both cookies gave their best shots utilizing the skill sets they had used in prior kingdoms, towns, cities to win you over.

But.

It still wasn't enough for you.

Two to three cups of berry juice in, the two began to stagger. Jagae Cookie was getting loudly frustrated while Manju Cookie used every bit of strength to keep his composure.

Until it fell quiet.

The cookies stare at the table as the gears in their brains turn and chug to load up any other tactics. Jagae Cookie muttered to herself a suggestion but then turned herself down by saying it was 'stupid' or 'tried that already'. Manju Cookie was silent as his brows furrow and his ears turn the opposite direction.

"You really are a tough cookie to crumble." Jagae Cookie slurred a bit, looking at you with annoyance.

Now that made you feel bad.

"…I," you and the black haired cookie turned to the fox cookie when he spoke up. "I am down to one last option," he paused. "however, it's been some time since I have done it."

The lady cookie cocked her head as her face scrunched up in confusion. "Done it? What could you possibly be-" it was in a snail's pace how slow her features transitioned from confusion to realization then to shock. Her hands slam the table, shaking the cups and pitcher from the force. "Did you sleep with a client, Manju Cookie?!" She shrieked in surprise.

"Is it crime to?" He answered her question with a question. "Besides, it only happened," He hums, tapping the mouth piece of his pipe against his chin. "A few times."

Jagae Cookie was bewildered. "Unbelievable."

"And you mean to tell me you haven't considered doing the same thing, Miss Jagae Cookie?"

Her face turned hot. "A-absolutely n-I mean-that is-"

You chimed in. "Have you also slept with a client to get them to buy from you?"

Her eyes flick towards you before looking away. "…Once or twice."

"My oh my~." Manju Cookie sings to tease her.

Jagae Cookie waved him off. "Oh, knock it off! You're here discussing to sleep with the monarch!" She gestured towards you in a way that makes you flinch.

Manju Cookie looked the other way. "It wouldn't be the first time."

Jagae Cookie stammered. Then goes quiet. "With who-"

"I'm not telling. Besides, I merely brought it up as a simple suggestion." He looks at you with soft dark red eyes. "If our royal monarch here does not want to partake in it, I wouldn't force it upon them. Just that the offer is there for proper persuasion."

Your face was warm from the invitation. Would this be going to far? Then again, you did say for them to use any tactic they believed would work. And, it was just sex. There's nothing deep when it comes to casual sex. At least to them.

Or that could be the three cups of berry juice thinking for you.

You look at Manju Cookie and Jagae Cookie, both eagerly awaiting your response. "I did say for the two of you to use anything. It's alright with me."

Jagae Cookie sat up, her butterfly winged styled ponytail bounced from the motion. "Then-Then I-"

"You're free to join, Jagae Cookie. It's only fair."

Jagae Cookie blushed and looked at you with cool colored widened eyes. Then she stood up from the table and wobbled towards the closed door. "Let me get prepared first. I'll be right back."

Then she stepped out into the cold night, her feet stomping on the wooden deck grows faint as she walks away. You looked at the fox with confusion. "Get prepared?"

When Jagae Cookie came back, she scolded you two for being impatient before joining Manju Cookie by putting her hands on your clothed dough. Both sets of hands began to peel the layers away, the fox leans in to kiss and suck on your collar. His lips danced across the exposed dough with the gentleness of a sugar swan's feather.

You place your hand a on his head, the space between his fluffy ears. It makes his tail sway, making you watch in adoration. It was really cute.

Jagae Cookie was behind you, a contrast from the other's gentle care. Hands firmly gripping your sides as she nips and bites the back of your neck. A hiss leaves you when she gets the space under your chin.

"Careful now, Jagae Cookie." Manju Cookie pulled away to look at you both with hazy eyes. "Not enough to leave a mark, alright? They're royalty, not a chewtoy."

She looked at the spot she bit, slightly covered in her own spit and rubbed it gently to soothe any lingering pain. "Nothing my own medicine can't treat." You could hear the smile in her voice.

Manju Cookie made a small annoyed huff before standing upright. You watch him remove his bulky robe, the motions delicate as if the fabric was made of thin glass. It was hypnotizing. The wrappings around his thin chest were untouched as he goes to remove his baggy pants. You were so enraptured by his bare dough, you were too late to register Jagae Cookie had also stripped her clothing off, as well as your own.

"Manju Cookie, switch." Jagae Cookie commanded, hands on your shoulders instead of your waist.

"What did you have in mind, Miss Jagae Cookie?" He asked as he approached the both of you, tilting his head as his ears flop over slightly.

"You'll see, just switch."

"Hmph. Fine."

You were turned to face Jagae Cookie while Manju Cookie holds you from behind. Your eyes roamed over the lady's dough. You could see a bit of muscle on her thin frame, transporting crates filled with items is a workout. A butterfly tattooed on her left side of her waist, cascading down her hip. Then you looked between her legs, had she trimmed recently?

Was she prepared for this? That'd be absurd to think.

Jagae Cookie dropped to her knees, grabbing your leg to drape it over her shoulder as she leans into between your legs. Your dough grows warm and shakes with anticipation to feel her pleasure you with her mouth. And she doesn't hold back, licking and sucking between your thighs. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the sounds of your noise, growing in pitch as Manju Cookie groped your chest and tugged at your nipples.

You rolled your hips against her face, but she squeezed your thigh. "Mm. Don't do that. You'll lose balance and that's gonna be a problem for us if you get hurt."

You muttered an apology.

"Now now, don't scold them like that, Jagae Cookie." Manju Cookie doesn't stop feeling you up. "They only got into it because of your mouth. For a cookie so prideful, you'd think you'd be proud of that now?"

"Not while I have them standing on one leg, Mandu Cookie. Use your brain."

"L-less arguing, p-please?" You panted out.

Jagae Cookie looks up at you. "By the way, I'm not gonna let you finish through oral. We can't risk you being tired before we even get to the good part." She smirks.

"I agree." Manju Cookie hums a laugh. "You may be a Monarch and have high power, but right now, you're putty in our hands."

Jagae Cookie goes back to using her mouth again and Manju Cookie continues feeling you up. You're trembling between the two of them, lips parted as your moans flow out with little restraint.

You were nearly there.

Then she pulled away from you, standing to her feet. "Get them on the bed."

"Since when do I take orders from you?" He asked, with a raised brow.

"As of right now, get them on the bed!" Jagae Cookie snapped at him, who sneered at her in response before gently laying you down. This bed was rather small, could it fit all three of you? You watched the two cookies on either side of the room, settling some form of harness around their hips and tightening the straps at their thighs.

The moment they turn to approach you, your eyes fell immediately to between their legs and your face flushed immediately.

Manju Cookie looked down at Jagae Cookie and hums.

She seems to have heard him as she looked at him with squinted eyes. "What? What are you staring at my dick for?"

His red eyes looked up at her and the plastic rubbery dildo. "You couldn't have used a rather smaller size? Or are you trying to compensate for something?"

"There's nothing to compensate! What does it matter?" She snapped at him.

"I would have used a size that would be comfortable for my partner. Especially if you have no telling of their experience." Manju Cookie says as he presented his own, the attachment was smaller in comparison to the woman's.

"Less arguing please.."

Jagae Cookie gave him one more glare before she gets on the bed, sat in front of you. Manju Cookie seats himself behind you and reaches down to your legs, holding you by the thighs and pulling you in his lap. You could feel the rubbery cock rub and press against your wet hole, making you flinch.

Then you felt another rubbery head prod at your entrance as well, making your eyes grow wide. Were they both going in the same hole?! Your legs shake with anticipation as the heads pushed into you. You scrunched your face up as they push themselves further into you, feeling Manju Cookie pet and rub your head to comfort you. Until finally, they were seated inside.

Deep.

Filling.

Stretching you out.

Jagae Cookie was the first one to start rutting into you, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

"Madame, control yourself. Do you not see they're still getting used to us?" Manju Cookie scolds her, still soothing and patting you.

"You should know by now I'm very impatient. You didn't to push yourself in either, you could have just waited!" She snapped back, which causes her to pick up the pace into you.

He didn't retort back. She must have made a valid point that he could have waited, but the greed to claim you, to persuade you, clouded their minds.

Eventually, they both thrust into you at an even pace. The discomfort melted away for you to start making little noises of bliss and pleasure. Manju Cookie has his arms wrapped around your chest and Jagae Cookie is the one holding you up by the back of your knees as they both push deeper into you with vigor. Both grunting and panting as their dough smack and clap against your own.

You could feel a build up, growing more and more. Your noises increase by volume as your eyes roll back and you shout in esctasy as your body trembles and shakes from coming on their fake cocks.

"They seem out of it." Jagae Cookie says, looking at your weak frame.

"It appears so. Poor thing." Manju Cookie coos at you, rubbing your thigh even as you jolt from the sudden touch. "But they had so much fun, didn't they?"

"I know I did." Jagae Cookie snickers. "It's been a while since I fucked my clients."

"Oh dear, how could I have forgotten that that was the lead up to this." Manju Cookie sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. "But well now, our dear monarch. Which of us was more enjoyable?"

"Who's got you fully persuaded, hm?"

You were too out of it and overstimulated to even give them that answer. Nor could you admit that you completely forgot about that ordeal as well.

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Features

A/N: This fic is OCxOC with a friend of mine who owns the FPOV character. (Warning, their acc is NSFW!) Blog's first OCxOC post yay!!

Warnings: PredPrey, Biting, Marking, Blood

You caught her staring again.

Or, watching this time.

Watching as you eat a peach from the woven basket on her kitchen counter as a snack to hold you over. Your teeth sunk into the ripe fruit and pulled a chunk as the clear sweet nectar tribbled down your chin. Quickly, you bring your thumb up to swipe at the trail and bring it to your lips to suck it up.

Out of the corner of your blue slitted eye, you could see how her wings twitch. Cupid Cookie wasn't aware that you're catching your watchful gaze from the corner of your eyes. And that you've been noticing it since the two of you started dating. At first, it never bothered you. Just shrugging it off with her just being curious about you. You're a hybrid after all.

However, overtime it had grown slightly concerning. Wordlessly watching, staring.

When you finished your peach down to the seed, you tossed it in the wastebin.

"Toothpicks are in the cabinent." Cupid Cookie blurted out.

You looked at her, brows furrowed.

You. You already knew that.

Grabbing the thin stick from the cabinent, you turned your back to her to pick out any peach chunks or skin from your teeth. Your pointed ear slightly twitched when you hear her give out a disappointed sigh. What? Okay, this needed to be addressed because she is being incredibly weird about you and it's unsettling you. And you do so by saying, "You're staring."

"Am I?"

You toss the soggy toothpick and turn to face her, arms crossed over your chest. "May I ask why?"

Cupid Cookie's hearts on her cheeks began to faintly glow. "I didn't-well I mean-I didn't mean to-"

Watching her scramble and stumble over her words, it was endearing for a moment but then it was just getting embarrassing. You chide in, stopping her from babbling. "Cupid, please. Relax for a moment and just give me a honest answer."

Cupid Cookie seems to shrink a bit in her chair, biting her plush bottom lip. She looked at you for a moment before looking away. "You have…really big teeth. And I uhm.. really like them."

You blinked a few times. "You like my teeth?"

Cupid Cookie let out a shaky sigh, bringing her hands to her face. "Ugh, when you word it like that, it makes me sound weird." Then she lifts her head up. "But yeah, I really like how big your teeth look. A-and it's not even just that. It's your eyes, your ears, your hands, your tail, your.. your features."

Your features.

The exact same features you tried to hide from other cookies to avoid intimidating or scaring them when you began living in the Kingdom.

The same features that constantly reminded you of your hybrid status.

The same features that reminded you of your parents who created an image of themselves as masochistic and controlling throughout Earthbread?

Cupid Cookie was attracted to them. And yet, she is sat here feeling guilty for finding them appealing for the reason of being weird. Actually, correction. You made her feel weird. But that wasn't the intention.

It actually flatters you and makes you feel something you haven't felt in a long time.

Adored.

It makes your spaded tail wag.

"I'm sorry if it sounded weird-"

"It isn't-well," You pause for a moment. "I just never received those kinds of comments about things like that, especially the traits inherited by Beasts. I didn't know how to appropriately respond at first and I apologize." You approached her, sitting in the chair next to her. "I'm flattered you like them. You aren't being weird, my love."

Cupid Cookie's posture relaxed from your reassurance. That was good. You don't want her stressed or nervous about this. Then you noticed her jaw clench before turning to face you. "Then, even if I fantasize you using them on me?"

Okay, now that. Makes your eyes widen and your face flush to the tips of your pointed ears. "You have?"

She just side eyes you.

"W-Well, uh-wow. I. That is absolutely a new one. I haven't heard that before." Okay, now you're the babbling one here. But who could blame you? Those words came out so quick and-and you really have never heard a cookie say that to you before. Then again, you were kind of locked away from the outside for years.

Let's get back on topic.

"Wh-what.. do you fantasize about?"

You had Cupid under you as you were laid between her legs. Her face was gently craddled in your hands as you press your lips against her plush ones. You sigh softly through your nose as you pushed your tongue past her lips to deepen the kiss. It's the usual routine whenever you two got intimate.

Initiating with a messy deep kiss. But, it's gonna be different this time.

As you start pulling away from the kiss, you give her bottom lip a little nip. Your fangs press against the softness, but not rough enough to break skin. You felt her flinch and hear her gasp, yet you don't pull away. You move lower, pressing a kiss on the heart on her cheek before nestling your face under her chin. You playfully nuzzled her, your tail starts wagging with delight when she gave a muffled giggle.

That giggle was replaced with a little noise that made your heart thump quicker against your chest when you kissed her neck. You held her close, as close as possible, before dragging your tongue across her skin in a slow careful motion then give it a bite. Once more, not hard enough to break dough but enough to leave a mark on her soft dough. Her wings flutter and twitch as her grip on your back tightens.

You release her neck before whispering, "You okay?"

Cupid Cookie nodded her head. "Y-yeah."

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Mm.. mhm." She nodded her head.

You keep going.

Kissing.

Groping.

Biting.

Her dough was your canvas, your teeth was your brush. Which sounds like something your father would say unprompted. Let's not focus on that. Especially here of all places. Just look at Cupid Cookie.

Face flushed and chest heaving from how heavy she was breathing. Her wings curl and twitch from the aftermath of being marked and bitten. Seeing her like this, sat on your ankles to get a view of everything,

Your slitted pupils dilate as your face grows warm. This was rather appealing.

Cupid Cookie slowly spread her legs. "I," she gasped, "I need you."

"Did you want me to-"

She shakes her head before you could finish your sentence. "I'm wet enough, just put it in me please."

You bite the inside of your cheek as you scooted yourself forward to be between her legs. Your hand grabbed the base your length and you pressed the swollen head against her soaked pussy.

"S-Sugar Cube Cookie!" Cupid Cookie wailed.

"Sorry sorry, just-" you gave a huff before grabbing her hip to keep her steady as you pushed yourself inside of her. It always felt like she was sucking you in, making your noises shaky and ragged.

Both hands grip her hips and you start thrusting yours. She felt amazing around you, warm, snug, fitted perfectly around you. And the noises that you pull from her throat, ranging from yelps and sweet moans, it always makes you crave more.

To hear more.

You picked up the pace, aggressively snapping your hips against her to hear the wet sounds of your doughs slapping against each other ringing in your ears. Your name falls from her lips like a prayer, Cupid Cookie's hands reach up to grab the soft heart shaped pillows as her teary eyes rolled up to the back of her head and drool leaves a trail down the corner of her mouth.

She looked like a mess.

A perfect mess.

Your dough was practically boiling, a sharp inhale through your nose and your hands move from her hips to the back of her knees to push her legs up.

"Huh?" She slurred as hazy cherry red eyes looked at you with confusion, watching you push her legs above her head. You shift and shuffle until you were fully on top of her and just slammed your hips down.

You could see the hearts in her eyes grow bigger as a cry of pleasure leaped from her throat.

You do it over and over again, panting heavily as you pressed your forehead against her. "Love," you huff out, "My love, you feel amazing. Please keep.. keep making those noises." Your tail wagged with excitement in the air as you kept your animalistic pace going.

Cupid Cookie squeezed around you tighter, the sloppy wet squelch of her cunt as you kept pounding into it makes you grit your teeth and growl. She whimpered beneath you in response. You thought it was out of fear but from the way she clenched around you, lets you know otherwise. Your grip on her legs tighten even more, digging your claws into her pliant dough as you could feels your balls draw up tight. You weren't going to last.

"C-Cubie.. oouu.." Cupid Cookie mewls beneath.

You lean forward and press your lips against against her own as you start coming inside of her, hips still moving to push your seed in as deep as possible in her cervix. Her legs shook and trembled and you didn't realize you drew jam on her thighs. When you both stop trembling and come down from your highs, you slowly lowered her legs and pull away from her lips. Your eyes widened in fear as you notice a bit of jam blooming at her bottom lip mixed with your combined saliva.

You must have bit her too hard by accident when you kissed her. Then you looked at her thighs and saw more of it, even on your claws. "Sh-shit-" You unknowingly hurt her, guilt and shame starts replacing the estacy that was prominent as you looked at your claws with horror. "Cu-Cupid Cookie, my darling, I-I'm sorry I- I didn't mean to hurt you I-"

She weakly raised her hand up and it lazily falls on your thigh. " 'm fine. 't does'nt hurt th't much.."

You slump your shoulders as you lowered your hands. She said it doesn't hurt that much, you believe that's what she said, but even so you…

You leaned forward, craddled her face in your hands to give her a much gentler kiss. You lick up the jam on her lip to clean it up a bit.

"C-can we.. c'n we take uh bath pleashe?"

"Of course, love. Of course we can. And I'll treat your legs, as well." You gave a small smile.

The two of you sat in the warm soapy water wash each other clean of the salty scent of sex and the sticky semen and jam. Or well, you did while Cupid Cookie just laid in your arms as a giggly sex-dumbed mess.

You were lucky to have met her. A cookie who loved you, including your features.

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New name and edited the tags to match with it!

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Warmth

A/N: Oh wow! Surprise surprise, it's not smut! This one is rather short but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Warnings: None

In complete silence, sat on her knees on a solid golden zafu cushion with the room around her illuminated by candle light and rich with the scent of burning incense, Mystic Flour Cookie meditates.

Her breathing was steady, nearly nonexistent. Frame still and straight with her chin up and hands placed in her lap.

Still.

Composed.

At ease.

She didn't even flinch with the flames of the candles when the sliding door had opened. Not turning her head to face the cookie who had entered her space of peace. Nor did she even raise her voice to bark at them to leave.

“You’re still here, hun?” The southern accent questions. “It’s gettin’ rather late, you know?”

“Is it now?” The pale flour cookie responded flatly.

The other behind her hums a laugh, slowly walking inside towards her until she also sits on her knees beside her. The tangy and sharp smell of rhubarb was more potent, mixed with the honeyed aroma of the products within the other’s hair.

Rhubarb Kitty Cookie sits closer to one of her many loves, softly purring from the closeness. But her little smile wavered, her pointed hers slightly droop. “Is somethin’ up?”

Mystic Flour Cookie only hums in response.

“Well, accordin' to Cloud Haetae Cookie, you only come here when you’re feelin’,” She stops and looks up at the ceiling for a moment. “What’d he call it? Intense emotions. An’ I noticed when I made our meal for tonight, you barely touched the bao buns. I know you ain’t got that big of a stomach, but there wasn’t a single bite on it.”

The Beast was quiet and still.

“You’ve been in here a bit too long. And-maybe I’m lookin’ into it and maybe it’s nothin’ but. I’m…here, y’know?” Rhubarb Kitty Cookie added as she gently placed her hand over the other’s.

Mystic Flour Cookie slowly moved her head down and opened her eyes only slightly. When she sees her love’s hand over her own, she could feel the warmth slowly forming through her dough.

The reason she was here, the reason she needed to meditate for this long. The answer was the sudden resurface of fear and jealousy.

The other Beast Cookies weren’t shy about their greed, especially with their mates. The prime example was the Slothful Beast willing to crumble and break any cookie that dares make any attempts to their loves. And while it was under a mutual agreement that each Beast would be romantically involved with Rhubarb Kitty Cookie, there was that fear resonating within Mystic Flour Cookie that she wouldn’t see her again. And this is where the jealousy had stewed. Truthfully, she hated the others that spent time with her for so long. Hated waiting for weeks on end to spend time with her and everything going by quickly.

She trusts Rhubarb Kitty Cookie enough. However, the same sentiment couldn’t be shared for them.

These feelings, something that would contradict her title of Apathy, had grown to extremities because she would be leaving in the morning. She wanted to tame these feelings, take down the roaring flame until all that was left were burnt remains of what it once was.

Slowly, Mystic Flour Cookie rises to her feet and off of the zafu.

Rhubarb Kitty Cookie’s ears perked up and she shifted back to give her room.

“I’ll be with you in bed momentarily.” She says before leaving the meditation room.

Under the soft and plush covers in the darkness, two cookies embrace each other.

One was asleep.

The other was wide awake.

She doesn’t need sleep. However, it appeases them to just hold each other in this moment. But this moment felt bittersweet.

Rhubarb Kitty Cookie will leave the Ivory of Pagoda again for weeks. 

It’ll be quiet without her and Cloud Haetae Cookie’s chattering and laughter through the halls. 

The outside would feel barren without the cookie by her side and inviting her for a soak in the hot springs.

Even if she didn’t eat or feel hunger, she would miss the meals prepared and cooked for her.

All things that made her feel warm.

Even now, as she was in her arms, there was that warmth.

Mystic Flour Cookie pulled away to look down at Rhubarb Kitty Cookie’s sleeping face. She looked peaceful, at ease.

Leaning down, she placed a chaste kiss on her head before pulling her close.

“If only,” she whispered, “you could stay here. To keep me warm.”

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I just thought of another insane fic to do that is kinda similar to the Shadow Milk cuckfic

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Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 8

A/N: This one is clearly filler so it's gonna be slightly lackluster. I think also, unless they play some form of pivotal role, I won't tag the canon cookies even if they show up time to time.

Warnings: None

Episode 9:

“Hey Cupid Cookie!” Neapolitan Cookie called out from her bedroom as she untangled a frost curler from her hair. “Hey Cupid Cookie, can you come here really quickly?!”

Cupid Cookie flew over and leaned against Neapolitan Cookie’s door frame, eyes barely open and hair messy as she just rolled out of bed. “Mm?”

“Misfit Cookie has a mandatory field trip today. I’d go, but something has come up and I won’t be able to make it.” She started to smooth her hair with a brush. 

“You want me to go?”

“Oh thanks for offering!”

Cupid Cookie woke up slightly. “I didn’t-okay. Hold on, why can’t she go by herself?”

“Last time she went unsupervised, she broke away from the group and no cookie noticed until after they arrived at Parfaedia Academy. And they’re going to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy for this trip, so it’s important that some cookie keeps an eye on her.”

Cupid Cookie pressed her lips into a thin line. “I..is that a good idea? Misfit Cookie isn’t exactly fond of me.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. “She says that. But let’s be real, she doesn’t mean that. I know my niece, and she doesn’t hate cookies. Only says it or act that way to be tough.” She turns in her seat to face Cupid Cookie, giving her friend a gentle smile. “It’ll be fine, Cupid Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie didn’t fight, nodding her head slowly. “Alright.”

“You might wanna get ready now, school hours.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she faces her vanity again.

“What do you mean?”

“You got five minutes, girl.”

“Shit.” Cupid Cookie flew faster than the wind, nearly throwing up, to her bedroom.

“Let me do one more headcount just to make double sure every cookie is present. Spread out a little, please!” The kind voice from Professor Latte Cookie grabbed the attention of her students. Pointing at each young cookie as she tallied in her head. Then when she reached the last one, a slightly disappointed sigh escaped her and her smile slightly faltered. “We’re still missing one.”

“It’s always Misfit Cookie.” One student murmurs to her friends, the small group letting out a disappointed groan.

“Now now, let’s not be upset. We’ll give our student some more time to be here and then we’ll be on our trip soon.” Latte Cookie spoke up, her attitude chipper.

“Professor Latte Cookie,” Another student calls out, holding his hand up while the other holds up his phone, “it says the Blueberry Yogurt Academy will stop doing tours in two hours!”

“We should just leave her behind!” A student exclaimed, causing the group to roar in agreement.

Latte Cookie waved her hand down to the group. “Settle down, settle down.” She sighs. Then she felt a slight nudge at her side, grabbing her attention.

“This isn’t the first time that student has caused us to be late, you know?” An annoyed Espresso Cookie whispered to Latte Cookie. “This is very important for us, Latte Cookie. Let’s just leave her behind to truly teach her a lesson about the importance of attendance.”

“I will not abandon my student, Espresso Cookie.” She whispered, raising her tone in disbelief. “If we don’t make it in time, we’ll schedule it for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time. I checked! This cost nearly half the budget the Institute has. Why let it go to waste because of one, careless student?”

Latte Cookie looked down and bit her lip. Then she turns her gaze to her colleague, “We’ll give her twenty more minutes.”

“Make it ten.”

“Fifteen.”

Espresso Cookie rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Latte Cookie faced her students, smiling warmly. “Alright class, we’ll give this student fifteen minutes to arrive! Alright?”

The students murmured in annoyance but complied, passing the time to talk with their friends or write in their books.

Time flew by, fifteen minutes was nearly up.

“We’re down to seconds.”

Latte Cookie scoffed. “Have you really been keeping track? You really are something else, Espresso Cookie.”

“Because I take attendance and punctuality seriously. Some of these cookies could learn a thing or two.” He says, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

“There she is!” A student shouted, grabbing all of the cookies' attention.

“That isn’t Neapolitan Cookie with her.” Latte Cookie turned her head slightly to whisper.

“Obviously.” Espresso Cookie whispered back, brows furrowed in confusion.

“That might explain it.”

“Not really.”

“Sorry we’re late!” Cupid Cookie apologized, chipper tone as she dipped her head. “It took us some time to arrive! We missed breakfast!”

Misfit Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie with confusion, caught off guard by the older Cookie’s tone change. But she rolled her eyes. “You got ready late.”

Cupid Cookie laughed nervously. “Even so, we’re very very sorry!”

Latte Cookie approached, a smile beaming as she extended a hand. “No need for apologies. It’s rather nice to meet you!” Then she pulled back quickly, “I’d like to chat more, but we must be on our way now. It’s a bit of a trip to the Academy.”

“Yes, right!” Cupid Cookie nodded her head.

As the group prepared for their departure, Misfit Cookie whispered to Cupid Cookie. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird, get on the bus.” Cupid Cookie ushered the younger cookie inside.

The bus ride was overstimulating. Loud abrasive young kids, laughing loudly or raising their voices at the absurd gossip they share with each other. It made Cupid Cookie’s head spin as she rested against the window with an attempt to drown it out. But next to her, Misfit Cookie just stayed put and silent.

“You aren’t gonna join the fray?” Cupid Cookie asked with a slight smile.

Misfit Cookie shrugged. “My class hates me. No one would talk to me and I don’t care either way.”

Cupid’s smile dropped. “Hate is a bit much don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t use that word if I didn’t know what it meant, Cupid Cookie.” She said, then sighs. “How come auntie Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t go with me instead?”

(Ow?) Cupid Cookie thought as she internally winced. “She didn’t exactly tell me why she couldn’t go with you. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t tell you herself.” She shifted in her seat. “Maybe there’s a reason she didn’t wanna say to either of us-”

“Me. I’m her niece here, not you.” Misfit Cookie spat at her.

“Right, right.” Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “There’s probably a reason she didn’t want to tell you.”

Then as the two resumed sitting in silence, Cupid Cookie started thinking. (Was she being this hostile to me because I still haven’t told Neapolitan Cookie the truth? But that’s too extreme. Why would it matter this much to her of all Cookies? Am I looking into it too much? Misfit Cookie, you’re quite the character.)

Then the loud banters slowly grow quiet with the young students leaning over to the other side of the bus. Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie lift their heads up to look over as well, curious as to what grabbed the other rider’s attention.

They were here.

Standing tall, surrounded by golden gates and finely trimmed hedges, was the Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

A cookie stood by the large intricately carved dark chocolate doors, arms crossed over their chest as he stared at the group with annoyance. Judging by their wear, the long pure white gown, waffle cone patterned sleeves and the broach placed over their chest presented this cookie of importance, but they looked too young to be a Professor. “Parfaedia Institute, correct? You’re late.” He said in an emotionless tone, glaring at Latte Cookie and Espresso Cookie.

Latte Cookie was about to say something, only to be interrupted when Espresso Cookie stepped forward with a kind bow. “Sincerest apologies. We had faced some altercations that cut into our timely arrival.”

Misfit Cookie grumbled under her breath as her fists tightened.

Latte Cookie stepped around Espresso Cookie, stood in front of him to speak up. “We hope you can squeeze us in despite this! If you please?”

The scholar rubbed his chin, eyes scanning over the group. Then he placed his hands behind his back. “Follow me this way, please.” He turns to push the doors open, welcoming the group inside.

The students eagerly run inside, admiring the surroundings of the room with “ooohs” and “aaahs”.

“The Blueberry Yogurt Academy has been around since the beginning of Earthbread.” The scholar Cookie announced, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Cookies that have created paths to greater ambitions all attended here to be taught the truth and history of Cookie kind.”

“Amazing!”

“That’s so cool!”

The many comments from amazed Cookies were shared as they roamed around to look at the historical items presented and protected behind sugar glass.

“This way, you’ll see the Academy’s many classrooms. We do not limit our knowledge to History, we teach magic, we teach about Earthbread’s fascinating creatures and, yes, Earthbread’s technology.” There were students sitting behind desks, writing in their scrolls to record every word that comes from their professor. Neither one of them breaks their focus to pay any attention towards the young scholars.

Even though the tour was for the younger Cookies, it was grabbing Cupid Cookie’s interest. She was aware of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, what cookie wouldn’t be aware of something historic? However,

“If I may ask?” She speaks up, causing all heads to turn to her. Intimidating.

“Yes?”

“I recall learning about the Academy since I was young, but when I showed interest I wanted to attend I was told that the Academy was closed for the ‘unforeseeable future’.” She emphasized with air quotes. “Clearly it’s back up and running, but what happened around that time?”

The scholar’s dough went pale and as he spoke, the poise and professional demeanor slightly faltered. “Ahem. Well, I can’t exactly answer that.”

Cupid Cookie tilted her head in confusion. “I mean..it was told to me by a teacher and I meant to do the research myself but found nothing.”

And the young students seem to share her expression from that response.

“This place closed?”

“What happened?”

“What does she mean ‘unforeseeable future’? Is this true?”

“Huh.” Misfit Cookie let out a hum of amusement. “Maybe you should start going on trips with me instead of Auntie Neapolitan Cookie. She wouldn’t ask that.”

“Alright alright,” The scholar cookie waved his hands to dissolve the small talk. “Let us continue. No more questions outside of the tour, please.” He says through gritted teeth, walking ahead.

A small break was squeezed in by joining the Academy students on their lunch break. Cupid Cookie purchased a pastry to nibble on, sitting on a stone bench by a hedge. The pastry tasted bland, surprisingly. Unless it had some correlation to the obvious, placing her hand over her stomach, but it would have to do to have something in her belly.

“Pardon me, Miss Cupid Cookie,” Latte Cookie spoke up, grabbing Cupid Cookie’s attention. “May I sit with you?”

“O-oh yes sure.” Cupid Cookie scooted over as the witch cookie sat beside her.

“I didn’t expect you to join us on our trip. How come Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t make it?”

“She uh-she said something came up. Didn’t specify what it was however. And I’m currently staying over so, she asked me to take her place in watching Misfit Cookie.” Cupid Cookie’s voice trails off. She bit her lip before speaking up. “I. I can’t be the only cookie here who thinks Misfit Cookie needs some form of chaperone because of one instance seems a bit…much?”

Latte Cookie’s smile faltered then she shakes her head. “No. You aren’t. However, it was demanded by the council that any trips moving forward, she needs a guardian to be present with her at all times. It also doesn’t help that her behavior at the Institute hasn’t been that great. I’m worried for her, honestly.”

Cupid Cookie was surprised. (How come Neapolitan Cookie hasn’t done anything about this?)

“What you said about the Blueberry Yogurt Academy being closed.”

Cupid Cookie snapped out of her thoughts, paying full attention to the other cookie. “It was just rather surprising to see this place back up and running when-”

“You can’t speak about that again.” Latte Cookie’s tone changed to serious and cold. It almost terrified Cupid Cookie. “My students can’t know about that, no cookie should even talk about it. Please, don’t bring it up again.”

Cupid Cookie’s brows furrow. It’s reminding her about that strict Mercurial Knight Cookie again, telling her not to do these things and not providing specifics. Yet, this felt different. Cupid Cookie couldn’t bring herself to snap at Latte Cookie for this. Her students were present and they were in a prestigious place, a double serving of embarrassment would be delivered if that happened. Instead, “Alright. I won’t.”

Latte Cookie’s smile returned and she nodded her head. “That was all I wanted to say. Enjoy your pastry, Cupid Cookie.” She stood up and walked away.

Cupid Cookie had to register what just happened. Did that happen? Was she hallucinating? Witches, why does this happen even close to home? Glancing over to where Misfit Cookie was-

Not.

There.

She was not at the bench.

Cupid Cookie stood up immediately.

She took her eyes off her for too long and now she vanished.

Looking around, there’s a plethora of places she could be at. She should ask if any cookie saw her, but she knows she would get shit for it. She was already in the hot seat, this would make it worse for her.

No.

No. Relax.

Stress isn’t good.

She’ll just look for her.

Look for her before the tour resumes.

She flew down the empty halls of the Academy for the red-haired cookie. The classroom doors were locked, so they were ruled out. Misfit Cookie wasn’t the biggest reader, so the library was ruled out.

Dorms were absolutely ruled out.

Flying down the halls more and even up the stairs, Cupid Cookie was desperate to find her. Then she had to stop and catch her breath, not wanting to pass out from exhaustion. As she caught her breath, she looked left and right.

Then her iced brows knit together.

Two grand doors, painted over with the same shade of blue as the walls steal her attention. There was a faded square beside the left door, where some form of plaque to label this room used to be placed. There was a golden sheet of paper pinned to the door. Reading,

This room is off-limits to students of Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

Entering this room is a violation of trespassing and will lead to immediate termination with no appeal.

…

Misfit Cookie was definitely in here.

Cupid Cookie inhaled through her nose, running her hands through her hair. 

She really didn’t want to go in.

Even if this was written for the students, this doesn’t make her or Misfit Cookie exempt from entering.

(Maybe she wasn’t inside. Maybe it’s just to throw me off just because it’s a rule and she likes breaking rules. But! But, she couldn’t be in here-dear witches, the door is slightly open. Ughh dammit. She’s inside.)

Cupid Cookie took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and pulled it open to step inside.

“Misfit Coo-kie..” Her voice fell quiet and eyes widened.

The room inside was massive, although empty. There were paintings on the wall of small grey cookies, knelt down in worship of a largely illustrated cookie in a black robe and holding a staff shaped as a golden key.

She stared at that cookie for a while.

The art was faded and it was difficult to decipher what colors were used on the cookie.

Then ahead of her in the center of the room, was a large centerpiece covered by a sheet of cloth.

No. She shouldn’t.

She was already trespassing. If she touched anything in here, it’d be worse.

Where the hell was-

“Oh. It’s you.” Misfit Cookie said in disappointment.

Cupid Cookie looked over and glared at the young cookie, flying over to her. “You weren’t supposed to leave the group. And you aren’t supposed to be in here!”

“You’re in here though.”

“Yes, to get you.” Cupid Cookie responded in disbelief, then she started pacing around. “I don’t understand why you behave like this, but your aunt put her whole trust in me watching you so you don’t get into trouble like this!” She threw her arms out. “What good reason do you have to be here?”

Misfit Cookie just shrugged.

“Exactly! I don’t know why you act like this. You don’t have to tell me why you act like this. However, I won’t excuse the reason, or lack thereof, for being in a place that is off-limits to even the students here.” 

“So,” Misfit Cookie says, “when you have your kids, are you gonna scream at them too?”

Cupid Cookie went wide eyed before scoffing. Then she points at the door. “Let’s go, Misfit Cookie. Before you get us both in trouble.”

“...you wanna see what’s under this sheet, don’t you?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I kinda peeped you staring at it for a while I was snooping around.”

“N-no, Misfit Cookie. Come on.” Cupid Cookie forced herself to sound stern.

Misfit Cookie quickly grabbed the sheet with two hands and pulled as hard as she could.

The loud flap of the sheet echoed in the empty room and it revealed a statue.

“Hmm.” Misfit Cookie reads the plaque on the base of the statue. “Fountain of Knowledge. Must have been a big deal.”

Cupid Cookie stared at the cracked statue.

Why?

Why does it look like him?

Of course, it wasn’t a copy paste replica of him. Yet the minor details, specifically the white bangs that drooped over one eye and the shape of the hair, not that many cookies on Earthbread looked like that. Looked like him.

“F-Fountain of Knowledge?” Cupid Cookie repeated in a shaky voice. That wasn’t his name though.

Was it?

This raised questions.

A lot of questions.

“M-Misfit Cookie, we need to leave.”

“But-”

“We. Need. To. Leave. Now.”

Misfit Cookie clammed up, seeing Cupid Cookie’s frame tremble and eyes wide. She nodded her head and walked ahead with the older cookie behind her.

“Oh, there you two are.” Latte Cookie approached both Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie. “We were ready to resume the tour.”

“S-sorry! J-just needed some fresh air.” Cupid Cookie stuttered.

“Fresh air when we were already outside?” Espresso Cookie quirked a brow.

Cupid Cookie’s breath hitched.

“I got overwhelmed.” Misfit Cookie spoke up. “I got overwhelmed and left the courtyard. Cupid Cookie left to get me.”

Cupid Cookie looked down at Misfit Cookie with surprise.

“Is that so?” Latte Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie, tilting her head.

“Y-yes. And we were away for a long time because..because I wanted to make sure Misfit Cookie was alright.” Cupid Cookie explained, smiling a little.

“Well,” Latte Cookie started, “if you two are feeling alright right now, then we can continue the last part of this trip.”

The two older cookies lead their class over to go inside, Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie following behind.

A little earlier…

“Cupid Cookie, you need to breathe.” Misfit Cookie says, sounding worried as she sits with a shaking Cupid Cookie. “P-please.”

Cupid Cookie was holding her head. Why does everything circle around him? Was she cursed? Is this her punishment? She fell in love with this Beast Cookie, hooked to him, had sex with him countless times, then he left her, she’s carrying his child and when things could have been looking up, she sees a statue of him. Was it him? She couldn’t think straight right now. She couldn’t even breathe-!

Misfit Cookie wrapped her arms around Cupid Cookie, squeezing tightly as she buried her face in her neck. “Please, please calm down.” She repeated, her voice breaking and being caught in her throat.

Cupid Cookie slowly came to, feeling the ground beneath her.

Feeling the wall against her back.

Feeling the warm late afternoon sun shining upon her.

And. Feeling a very scared Misfit Cookie hugging her tightly.

She took deep breaths and just felt her surroundings, coming to. Then she hugged her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I’m okay now. Thank you.”

Misfit Cookie pulled away to look up at Cupid Cookie, her permanent scowl replaced with worry and concern. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know-”

“I know, it’s okay.” Cupid Cookie sighed. “You’re right. I shouldn’t hide things from your aunt. I shouldn’t hide things from Peanut Butter Cookie and I shouldn’t hide things from you, too. You three are my friends. I should have told you all when I came back, but I was too ashamed to.”

“Did you know that Cookie, Cupid Cookie?”

Cupid Cookie looked down. “I.. he looks like a cookie I met when I was in Beast-Yeast. I fell in love with him. Then he left me. And I found out this cookie wasn’t exactly a very safe cookie.”

Misfit Cookie’s eyes widened. “Did he-he-”

“No. By the witches no, that never happened.” Cupid Cookie quickly says. “He didn’t hurt me. But he hurt a lot of cookies. He even killed a Kingdom’s guardian. No cookie told me until I had to leave.”

“And it’s his?” Misfit Cookie asked her.

Cupid Cookie went silent before lifting her head up, and nodding. “I didn’t want to tell you three. I felt so ashamed, that I was scared to tell you three what happened. I thought you three would hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.” Misfit Cookie interrupted. Her bottom lip quivered. “Witches, I.. I was so mad at you, I knew it. I knew it and I didn’t know it was bothering you like this! I’m so sorry! I just.. I hate it when cookies lie to each other or don’t tell each other things. It’s why I don’t have friends, they all stabbed me in the back. I tried to be on my best behavior but I had no friend to find comfort in when I’m not home. So I.. I lash out and misbehave because I didn’t care anymore. I saw you and Miss Latte Cookie talking, and I assumed it was about me and it made me so angry that I left.” Misfit Cookie shook her head before bringing her hands up to hide her face. “I don’t know what to do.”

Cupid Cookie stays silent as she listens to the young cookie vent to her. This must have been bothering her for so long. It makes her question even more if Neapolitan Cookie knew what was really going on, or if Misfit Cookie even felt like she could tell her. Cupid Cookie reached her arm out to place it on Misfit Cookie’s shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “Misfit Cookie, I’ll tell you that, yes we were talking about you. But it was mainly my concern and confusion that you were punished to be chaperoned because of one instance. It feels like it was too much and doesn’t exactly fix the situation as this council believes it should. Has no one ever come to talk to you and ask you if things were okay? How have you been feeling? Why do you do this?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “I think Miss Latte Cookie tries, but… I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how much of it is actually genuine concern, or just doing it because she has to.”

Cupid Cookie shifted to sit on her knees across Misfit Cookie. “Do you wanna just go back to the bus?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “No. I.. I wanna continue the field trip. I do think this place is kinda cool at least.”

Present

The trip came to an end as the sun was barely visible past the horizon. This was the first time the class has been out this late. The bus was much quieter with students having fallen asleep or whispering to their friends.

Misfit Cookie was no exception, falling asleep on Cupid Cookie’s shoulder.

And she was looking out the window towards the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, recalling the details of the Fountain of Knowledge statue. It piqued her curiosity even more, was that him? 

Truly? 

And if it was, how and why?

How did a cookie once respected in a monumental building of educating history for, probably as long as Earthbread’s land was being discovered, fall so far from grace? To be deemed the most dangerous Cookie?

There would be one cookie to ask. One cookie she trusted for information like this.

She pulled out her phone and began texting.

PB, you present?

Kind of. It depends.

Okay well. Do you got time for a History question maybe??

You can’t see it, but I am currently squinting at my phone reading your question.

That’s a yes or no question, PB.

I just sighed. Yes, I guess. What is it?

What is the Fount of Knowledge?

Cupid Cookie, you can’t ask that!

Why not?

How do you even know about him?!

If I tell you, you can’t go running your yap about it. I mean it. I was chaperoning in place of Neapolitan Cookie with Misfit Cookie at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy. Misfit Cookie ran off and I found her in a room dedicated to him.

Cupid Cookie, we aren’t even allowed to talk about him. It was a rule enforced by higher positions. Even scrolls and books written by him were burned to ashes to erase any and all traces of him. Why hasn’t the Academy completely renovated that room?

Texts are private tho.

Cupid Cookie, I don’t want to test fate.

Can you tell me some vague information on him that would be safe then?

Why do you even care this much? You never even paid attention in History Class.

Genuine curiosity.

I do apologize, but I refuse to elaborate on him. It’s by law.

Whatever. You can go back to doing whatever then.

Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie returned to Neapolitan Cookie’s home. Neapolitan Cookie jumped in surprise at their arrival, wiping her eyes. “Oh! You two are home rather late. Were things alright?”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “Yeah, just bus delays.”

Neapolitan Cookie hummed in response. She directed her attention to her niece, tilting her head to the side. “And did you enjoy your trip, Misfit Cookie?”

Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “It was alright. I’m gonna go to my room now.” She walked past her aunt and upstairs, the faint sound of her door closing.

Neapolitan Cookie turns to Cupid Cookie. “How was she?”

“She was fine.” Cupid Cookie answered. “No problems, she stuck by me the whole time.”

Neapolitan Cookie was surprised. “Really?” Then she smiled. “I told you it’d be fine. You had nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe not with Misfit Cookie, but how come you couldn’t go?”

Neapolitan Cookie’s smile wavered. “I-it was uhm..business call.”

Cupid Cookie squinted at her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she sat down. “A business call? I thought your job was more relaxed like you told me.”

“Well-yeah but we have moments where things get intense.” Neapolitan Cookie was barely trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. “What matters is that it's fine now and we don’t need to talk about it anymore! Alright?”

Cupid Cookie frowned. Then she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. “Alright.”

Neapolitan Cookie smiles for a few seconds, strained and forced before she averted her gaze. “I..It’s been a long day, so I’m gonna just head to bed.” She nodded her head before turning heel to walk up the stairs quickly.

“Oh-well goodnight I guess.” Cupid Cookie watched the older cookie with confusion. And now she stood in the living room, in silence with her arms crossed over her chest. (Neapolitan Cookie is obviously hiding something.) She thinks to herself, squeezing her arm. (But what? And why? Well, I’m no better myself.) Her arms fell to her side as she slowly flew into her bedroom.

Upon entry, she stopped at the door frame. There was a book on her bed and a piece of paper folded up. Cupid first picked up the paper, unfolded it and read the contents;

‘I was able to sneak this out of that Fount room. I read only a bit of it and lost interest. You can have it but don’t tell cookies I stole it.’ - Misfit Cookie

Cupid Cookie sighs and shakes her head. She picked up the book, placing it on her lap and admired the covering. It was a hard cover, but there was a slight bend to it from age. The edges appeared worn and all intricate details faded from its royal blue and gold color scheme. The only design on the cover was a key decal. No title, no author, just an illustration.

She reads as much as she could before sleep settled in, the last illustration she sees before her eyes was a blue gem with the faint words of, ‘Soul of Knowledge’.

[nxvella-s]

Yeah, I figured that Shadow Milk Cookie fic would blow me up a bit.

[nxvella-s]

Weird Puppet Show

A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing a Y/N/Reader Insert fic so bear with me in this one alright? Also this fic is something LMAO.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Cuckholding Banner created by @/anitalenia

What was it that you said to yourself over and over again?

'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

Yeah, that exactly.

You can't go a day without being in awe with the things he's capable of doing. One day, you witness he can mimic the voices of other cookies which was something he loved pulling on you as one of his many pranks.

Another day, you found out that he can shift his form from cookies to animals when you were just petting a cream sheep and it stared up at you with different shades of blue slitted eyes. It freaked you out more than it should have, but he got a kick out of seeing the horror on your face.

Then you find out that he can read your thoughts! Taking advantage of that especially when you two have sex.

The possibilities were endless. And today was no exception.

Let's walk back to how this happened, you were wrapping up losing card game with Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie as a short break. The cocky attitude from the gem cookie receiving good hands to be followed by the angered screeches from the apple cookie that accused him of cheating meanwhile you were given the worst of the worst hands.

You weren't keeping track of score just mainly playing for fun, (also to avoid the embarrassment of your losing streak) and getting a chance to properly bond with your partner's minions. Its nice for once to not be given the stink eye from the short girl who couldn't fathom why a common cookie like yourself would be so interesting to capture the gaze of her beloved Master Shadow Milk Cookie. It made you sometimes question why he was fine with this one-sided crush. But it didn't matter, at least not right now.

Then after the last round, Black Sapphire Cookie tapped out. Claiming, "It's becoming a snooze fest when you keep winning. I'm sure my listeners would agree too."

The way your and Candy Apple Cookie's face flush at the fact that he was broadcasting this to who knows how many cookies, you couldn't show your face outside the Spire. Candy Apple Cookie started growling and her little bat wings flap with boiling anger as she yells after him.

So, you were left alone as the two departed and just cleaned up the table and took the deck of cards with you. They were Shadow Milk Cookie's cards that you three borrowed and you'll give it back to him.

As you walked down the milk white and azure blue halls, footsteps faintly echoing, you were growing closer to his bedroom. Yes, his bedroom because he preferred his privacy but was perfectly fine invading yours. Priorities were something he valued unless they were in his favor.

The bedroom doors, double doored, painted blue that shimmered under the starry sky and curved golden handles. You casually approached, assuming he was in his studies to do either scriptwriting or sewing. As you reached for the door, you halt.

What was that noise?

You slowly lean in and press your ear against the door, focusing on your hearing.

Do you hear moaning? Not just from him, but-but another..?

You pull away and you can feel your heart begin to crumble. This couldn't possibly be true could it? You two were lovers, weren't you? He's shown you devotion and you have done the same so why would he-

Your heartbreak shifted into rage, grabbing the handles of the bedroom door with a vice grip and pulling them open as hard as you could muster. You step inside as your tears filled your eyes, teeth gritted and throat burning as you prepared to yell at him.

Yet, what you saw on the bed made you choke on your words and eyes widened as you stared in disbelief.

Let's remind ourselves again. 'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

What were you witnessing currently?

Him, completely stripped of his clown attire and settled between the legs of

You.

Shadow Milk Cookie didn't react to the way you entered with hostility, just stopping his motions and looking over his shoulder. The moment you lock eyes, he flashed his toothy grin at you. "Ohhh lookie who we got here!" He sings before climbing off of you(?) and laid on his side, propping his head up with his hands. "What's with that look, Doll? You appear to be speechless!"

Because you were speechless. This didn't feel real. But of course it was real.

You-the other you-laid on your back, legs spread and pussy leaking with arousal. This doppelganger mimicked you perfectly. Capturing your physique, your tone, everything. It was scary, it freaked you out.

You could ask, "Why?"

He groans, rolling on his back now. "You were too busy playing with my minions with my cards, couldn't be bothered to ask me if I wanted to play when I was so bored in my lonesome!" He dramatically drapes his hand over his forehead. "To leave me like that, oh how it wounded me!" Then his mood switched as he laid on his stomach, kicking his ankles up. "It was only fair I did the same thing to! Created this little beauty and made use of them like how you made use of my belongings."

You were appalled. And hurt. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Oh! And it's so wonderful to have an audience!" He exclaims as the doors closed and locked.

A chair is pulled and the moment it hits the back of your ankles, you were forced to sit down. You look around confused, not quite understanding what was going on.

Shadow Milk Cookie sits up on his knees and positioned you-other you-in front of him on all fours. And you watched your expression as he re-entered you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he snapped his against your ass at a rough pace. The sounds of your moans and yelps reverberate in your ears, mingled in with his sadistic giggles.

This was making you feel an odd slurry of emotions. Confusion, discomfort, and even arousal. You didn't wanna stare at your own face scrunched up as he pushed in deeper at a aggressive pace. You didn't wanna hear the groans and grunts of your own voice being thrusted out of you. And yet, you were stayed put and getting off to this. It made you feel sick.

"I bet you wish it was you, hm?" He teased. "Well it is you! Being used like a good little toy for my pleasure. I'd argue it's a better you!" He grinned with glee as he picked up the pace. "I can use them any time, put them in any position, mark and break them, and they'd enjoy all of it! It'd be so so so so so so SO much enjoyable!"

You wanted to scream. You wanted to roar at him to stop this. Stop talking like this and to stop fucking this fake you. Yet, you couldn't find your voice to say anything.

"Ooooh it looks like you're getting off to this! That's pretty sick and twisted of you!" He grabbed your shoulder and lifted your upper half, grabbing your throat. "Do you get off to watching cookies ABSOLUTELY destroy their partners in front of you?! Does that mean I can just snatch up any cookie and give it to them like this as you watch?! Now isn't that deliciously macabre!"

Your moans were becoming higher pitched and his pace quickened. As well as your heart. Your fingers clench in your lap, wanting to turn away. But you don't.

Your eyes zero in between your legs as you watch the thick cream of his come start pooling between your thighs as it leaked out of your abused pussy. Your breath quickened, grew heavy as you clenched your teeth.

Then, you fizzled into shadows and faded away. Shadow Milk Cookie leans back on his ankles with a satisfied expression, his thick cock throbbing and still leaking with his creamy seed. Then he stares at you, tilting his head to the side.

You feel a cold hand cup your cheek, tilting your head up to look up at him.

"Now be serious," He says flatly. "Did you want to see me do that again?"

...

You nodded your head.

[nxvella-s]

Sweet Scented Heat

A/N: Still taking a little break from my Cupid fic. This OC, Rhubarb Kitty Cookie, will have some information shared later. Also this depiction of Eternal Sugar is transfem as per my headcanon.

Warnings: Heat cycles, Rough Sex, Jealousy, Manipulation

The sweet smell of sugar flowers being gently tended to bring comfort to the cookie who sat beside her beautiful partner, listening to the gentle plucks and strums of her lyre. Rhubarb Kitty Cookie rests her head on Eternal Sugar Cookie's shoulder as a small smile stretches her features.

"Oh," Eternal Sugar fawns as she glanced at the witch cookie, "you look so precious like this, my lovely."

Rhubarb Kitty's tails curl and sway from the praise, then she playfully nudged her head against the angel's shoulder. "Hey, why'd you stop playing? I was enjoying myself."

She laughs before resuming to pluck at her stringed instrument. Her large feathery wing curled around the smaller cookie to keep her close as possible. "Hmm, if I could keep you here forever. Then you and I can be amongst the flowers, listen to me play for you and hold each other close while we rest on the soft clouds."

"Aww Sugar," Rhubarb Kitty purrs as she looked up at her. "I can do that with you anytime I want. I can visit the others whenever and stay as long whenever I please. I love the five of you equally, I can assure that to you."

There was a strained smile on Eternal Sugar's face as she silently nodded in response. "I'm aware, lovely. It's just," she goes quiet and her strumming comes to a halt. "It gets lonely and it makes me sad when you aren't here with me." Then her tone shifted, as she laughs. "I guess I'm just needy."

"There's nothing wrong with being needy. I understand." Rhubarb Kitty reassured her. Then she sighs in delight as the melody resumes. Her eyes watched how Eternal Sugar plucked and strummed her lyre with precision and grace, how her clawed fingers curl and pull to create a gentle tune. Then her eyes start travelling upwards, to her face. How her pink hair framed her features perfectly. The more she stared, the more her tails curled.

And she smelled so sweet.

Sweeter than usual. However, it wasn't enough to recoil in disgust. Instead, it brought a comforting warmth within Rhubarb Kitty. And then warmth slowly turned into heat and it grew and spread throughout her body, but settled more between her-

"Mm!" Rhubarb Kitty stood up immediately.

Eternal Sugar stopped playing, looking towards the other cookie with a slight head tilt. "Are you alright, lovely?"

"I-" Rhubarb Kitty's voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "I-p-pardon me! Uhm! I-I'll be right back!" She quickly walked away from the angel until she was out of sight.

The feline hybrid knelt within a patch of large shrubs as her claws dug into the soft grass beneath her, panting heavily. "N-not.. now. Wh-why now?" She spoke in a hushed voice between gasps. It was around that time of the season, her heat, and it snuck upon her at the worst time possible. Rhubarb Kitty was even a few steps ahead, prepared for this to occur. Unfortunately, the potions she had concocted where left behind in her cottage. Her core was burning and aching, causing small meows and mewls to be pulled by force. She had to leave the garden. It would make Eternal Sugar upset, she knows it would and she's willing to carry that burden. She just needed to find the exit and-

Her ears turned behind her, picking up the sounds of wings flapping and feel a gust of wind against her back. It was too late.

"Lovely," that gentle voice rings through Rhubarb Kitty's ears, "what are you doing here?" The grass softly crunched beneath her bare feet as she walked over slowly. "You left me so suddenly as I was performing for you, enjoying my time with you. And I find you here amongst the flowers when you could do that with me." Eternal Sugar frowns. "I'm rather hurt by that, Rhubarb Kitty."

Rhubarb Kitty gulped. She opened her mouth to speak but a whimper escaped instead, causing her to press her lips together tightly. Her ears twitch and press flatly against her head while her tail thrashed.

"Are you ignoring me, Rhubarb Kitty?" She asked firmly. "You aren't responding to me. After you said you loved me equally." She gets closer. "Did you lie to me, lovely? Are you toying with my feelings because deep down, you didn't mean all of those things you said to me? Come on now, turn around and look at me-"

"St-stop!" Rhubarb Kitty yelled. "Y-you-I-I.. I can sm-smell you!"

Eternal Sugar stopped, stunned in confusion. "What?" She tilted her head and rose a brow. "Rhubarb Kitty, what are you talking about?" She approached her and placed a hand on her exposed shoulder.

And that was when she couldn't hold back anymore. Rhubarb Kitty arched her back from the other's touch and mewls loudly.

Eternal Sugar's pink eyes widened in surprise, taken aback from the sudden outburst. Then she sniffed the air surrounding them. Ah. "I see now." She muttered to herself as she circled around Rhubarb Kitty, lifting her chin up delicately to look into her eyes. "At least I know now you weren't avoiding me because you hated me. But, I'm still upset at you. Why did you run off here instead of asking me for help?"

"I-I'm sorr-AH!" Rhubarb Kitty was cut off when her head was yanked to the side as Eternal Sugar's digits intertwined into her curly locks.

"Mm, I don't know if you mean that." Sugar spoke blandly, even as her small smile was present. Her white slitted gaze fall to the hybrid's chest, admiring her large breasts hidden behind the thin stretchy fabric. "I should make you suffer in this cycle." She reached out to cup her breast, feeling the weight in her palm. "I should bind your arms behind your back and keep your legs spread with vines. Watch you squirm and writhe, listen to you beg me for release."

Squeeze.

"What would sound more heavenly, my lovely?" Eternal Sugar asked her, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leans in close. "You mewing and moaning, begging me to fill your cute pussy up with all of my love? Or the sounds of your gags as I stuff your throat?" Eternal Sugar hummed a chuckle full of malice as she envisioned the other cookie beneath her. The sight of her submission caused her cock to twitch under her pure white gown. "Come here, lovely." She says as she picked up Rhubarb Kitty and holds her close.

The two cookies were now in the skies, resting a top the pastel pink clouds. Both of their clothes had been removed, discarded onto the grass plains below. Rhubarb Kitty shuddered and purrs as Eternal Sugar's clawed hands roam up and down her curves, groping and squeezing, causing her to arch her back and moan.

"Aww lovely, do your heat cycles make you this sensitive? That's so adorable." Eternal Sugar muses as she squeezed the cookie's hips. Then one hand slides up Rhubarb Kitty's body to firmly grab her chin, holding her face in place as she leaned in to give her a kiss on her plush lips. It was gentle, tender, passionate. Then grew into hunger, desperation, craving for the other. It deepened, sloppy, messy, yet arousing. Their tails entangle together and Rhubarb Kitty wrapped her legs around her waist, giving out a muffled moan when she feels the length of Eternal Sugar's cock press against her weeping cunt.

The angel cookie pulled away, looking down at her as their lips are coated in each other's spit. "What was that sweet little sound you just made, lovely? I don't think I heard it properly." She pressed against Rhubarb Kitty, and the moan was emitted again.

"M-mew! St-stop!" Rhubarb Kitty gasped, "st-stop teasing me." Her request falls on deaf ears as she was grinding into, her soaked folds being rubbed against her lover's thick length at a slow and tortuous pace. And she comes with a high pitch mewl.

Eternal Sugar stops, pulling away to watch the cookie's pussy clench around nothing. "You came from gentle rutting, lovely?"

"S-sorry.." Rhubarb Kitty hiccupped. "I-it was s-so much.. I c-couldn't stop myself." She rolled her hips up. "I-I need you.. n-nyeow..."

Eternal Sugar had to stifle her laughter. No no, that will ruin the mood and she was rather stiff. She sits back on her ankles and pulled Rhubarb Kitty to her by her thick thighs. She pressed the swollen head against the dripping petals of her pussy and pushed inside at a slow pace. It was going in with ease. There was no sounds or sight of discomfort from Rhubarb Kitty, just high pitch mewls and little gasps the more and more she filled her until she was fully seated inside. "It went in so easy." Eternal Sugar mused. "How... dreadful. I was hoping that I was your first."

Rhubarb Kitty gave a sharp moan when Eternal Sugar thrusted into her. It was sudden. Harsh. Rough. Quick. She was held in place with the Beast's hands holding her waist delicately as she pulled out to leave the head inside and slamming her whole length back in. The hybrid yelped every time, throwing her head back.

"That begs the question, my sweet." Eternal Sugar didn't stop her motions. "Who was your first?"

No response other than the mewls and whimpers from the other. And she gave another hard thrust into her.

"Who was your first, Kitty? I'm not fond of repeating myself."

Rhubarb Kitty's head was mush and fuzzy. And even so, she tried to form words. "S-S-"

"Spice?" Eternal Sugar spoke up. "Burning Spice Cookie? You allowed that brute to be your first? So destructive and rough, I'm surprised you aren't split in two. You're so delicate and fragile, you put your trust in a Beast who is the complete opposite to deflower you."

Yet Rhubarb Kitty shook her head.

"No? It wasn't Burning Spice Cookie? Then who, hmm?" She looked around lazily while she kept her rough pattern up. Then she looked ahead. A laugh escaped her before she looked down at the cookie. "Oh.. don't tell me. Was it Shadow Milk Cookie? That crazed clown being your first, now that makes my heart break. You allowed him to control you and take something of yours, delicate and pure. But I'm sure you were enjoying it the whole time, hmm?" The angel picked up the pace as the disgusting imagery of the Beast of Deceit stringing up her precious kitty like she was his puppet to use her for his own gain.

The pace caused Rhubarb Kitty to cry out underneath. She tried to grab onto Eternal Sugar, yet her grip was weak. Once more, with little strength, she shook her head.

"No? It wasn't Shadow Milk Cookie either? Then-" Her eyes widened with realization. And her gentle smile grew sinister. "Silent Salt Cookie. It was them, wasn't it? Them." Her sweet facade was breaking into pieces as she pushed the cookie's legs to her chest and over her shoulders. Leaning over her, Eternal Sugar's pace quickened. "That standoffish, quiet, cookie, they were the first for you?"

"Shu-Shuu-gur..puh-puhleashe..." Rhubarb Kitty's tongue rolled out of her mouth, hot and heavy pants joined with her noises escaping her. She clenched around her length and mewls.

"No. No need to words, my lovely." Eternal Sugar tried to coo at her, but her tone wash harsh. Cold. Venomous. Even as she cupped her lover's face, the touch felt dangerous. "No need to speak. I'll give you more than what they could give you. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you melt and sing on my cock. Just relax and sing for me as I make you come. Come for me." Her words of sickly sweet demands were a contrast to her punishing thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper to break into Rhubarb Kitty's womb. As her heavy balls slapped against her ass, Sugar watched how much of a mess Rhubarb was because of her.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

And to hear that delightful sound of Rhubarb Kitty coming once more and feel her squeeze around her, made her orgasm too. She holds her in place as she pumped her full of love.

Her love.

Warming up the velvet insides of the cookie. Her cookie.

Heat satiated for now, Rhubarb Kitty rested against Eternal Sugar's chest and held her close. The Beast of Sloth slowly petted her head, behind her ears to hear her delightful purring. With both sets of her wings wrapped around the other, she felt at ease. Even if it was temporary.

She'll figure out some way to keep Rhubarb Kitty to herself.

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I'm gonna take a small break from writing Give a Second Chance to Cupid. Gonna just put it in a box, on a shelf labelled to come back to later.

[nxvella-s]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 7

A/N: Another short one here. I know, I know they're seemingly short and it may seem like filler content. I assure you it won't be fillers and fillers for much longer.

Warnings: None

Episode 8: Here!

Along the furthest path of Beast-Yeast past an abandoned village town, a tall milky white tower stands tall and proud, the sharp roof tops piercing the skies. Yet, it was not done yet. Preparations were still being made, adding on the sets, readying the star performers and practice of illusions to fool the mind. Rabbits of different breeds in clown aesthetic threads march to and fro to assist in the set pieces with the assistance of a finely dressed Cookie, holding his microphone delicately.

“Don’t use that frame. It’s worn and peeling. We have created multiple new ones, use those instead.” He directs the two black and white spotted rabbits supporting a painting, walking off to replace it. 

“Those are too many roses, trim them and place them somewhere else. Don’t group them together, it looks cluttered. Spread them out in the Spire and make it look neat.” Rabbits gathered armfuls of roses and transported the flowers in different directions, leaving stray petals behind them.

A lot of busy work for the ever so influential Black Sapphire Cookie. Do these cottontails realize their incompetence is cutting into his very important vocal warmups to sound just as handsome as he looks?

Oh but of course they don’t.

He didn’t have time for this. Pointing at another rabbit. “You. Yes you, I am appointing you as the new stage director now!” He demanded before walking away with a flourish, hands clasped behind his back as his sentient microphone eyed the rabbit down.

The halls of Spire twist, morph and are unpredictable. And yet, more were in the process of creation as the tower continues to grow. Only a stage so grandiose for the star performer.

Speaking of, he hasn’t been seen for quite some time. It usually wasn’t something to stress about, Shadow Milk Cookie was a rather busy cookie. Yet, this felt different. It couldn’t properly be conveyed in words, just a feeling . Maybe curiosity? 

It was a curiosity.

How could he not be?

It’s his purpose to be in the know-it-all of Earthbread, know everything about each individual cookie so he can twist the narratives to his listeners. Finding satisfaction in the destruction of their reputations crumbles into dust by misinformation.

Not to say he would do that to his Master, he’s not a reckless fool. That label belongs to Candy Apple Cookie.

As expected.

He’s hunched at his floating work desk.

By the witches, that’s a lot of plushies. Why did he need that many?

“What do you need, Black Sapphire Cookie?” Shadow Milk questioned, not turning away from his craft. “Aren’t you supposed to be directing in my stead? Schedule is tight, you know and I need all the staff on deck.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Master. I have assigned another to take my place in the meantime and I will return to it soon.” He says proudly before folding his hands behind his back to examine all of the stuffed plushies and paper crafted puppets. Stitched and painted faces of cookies he is only familiar with by word of mouth.

But

Wait.

He stopped in front of a small plushie pile. At the very top of the small mountain, there was a doll of a cookie he isn’t familiar with. He got closer to it and pinched the small sides to hold it up for closer inspection. “This is.. quite an interesting take on Eternal Sugar Cookie.” He snided.

“What are you talking about?” Shadow Milk cookie turns away from his craft and his mismatched eyes grew wide. “Oi! Hands off!” Thin strings stretched out to immediately snatch the apprehended doll out of the other cookie’s hands.

“...Who is this cookie?”

“None of YOUR business!” He turns back to his workbench, hunched over to really bury his face in his work.

“I’m not too familiar with this cookie, Master Shadow Milk Cookie. Is she perhaps with this bunch we’re preparing for?”

“I said, none of your business!” He’s really focused on getting this stitch in, piercing the needle into the fabric.

Black Sapphire Cookie went silent for a few seconds, before stepping closer behind the jester. “Master Shadow Milk Cookie, who are they?”

He stopped sewing for a moment, then he shook his head to resume. “No one.”

Unconvincing answer.

He sighed. “You know, Master, you haven’t been as quippy, dramatic nor chatty as I remember you to be.”

…

“No randomly popping in from the shadows, creating more than performing, you’ve been locked in this room longer than usual.”

…

“If…this cookie has something to do with you behaving rather out of character, then don’t you believe they should be handled with? I can deal with them before they arrive. It’ll give me enough time to-”

“Do not.”

The way the command was growled out silenced the other cookie immediately. He turned to face his master and flinched at the sight of his deadly gaze boring into his very soul. Even the eyes in his hair stare him down with ill-intent. “M-my apologies, Master. I did not mean to step out of line.” Black Sapphire Cookie dipped his head, his face growing warm with shame.

The room went uncomfortably quiet again.

“She was in the Faerie Kingdom.”

Black Sapphire Cookie lifted his head up. “Hm?”

“She was pairing cookies together, because that Kingdom is so sad and such a drag they needed to get some romance going. That’s why she was there.” Then he snickered. “Oh if only they knew how she truly felt about them.”

“Disdain?”

“Jealousy! And even hatred.” Shadow Milk Cookie laughed. “Oh! It’s hysterical really! Pissing off the one cookie you asked for help because your Kingdom is so gloomy and what, she broke a few rules here and there?! Ugh, just like their Guardian.” He relaxes, staring ahead at the doll before continuing, “She was interesting. It made me wonder more about her, what she’s like. Luring her into the forest, working up the charms and she kept coming back for more!”

“Uh huh. I see. And the doll is because…?”

Shadow Milk Cookie frowns. “I wanted to match.” He shrugged.

Black Sapphire Cookie squinted at him. “You’re infatuated with this cookie.”

Silence.

“Maybe. But! She’s gone! Left early when Nilly and Lily showed up!” He lied.

“Assuming her return seems to be slim to none?”

“Leaning on the none. Pesky cookies really waste their energies to play the hero. Unfortunately, she would fall for it and follow along.”

“From what you told me about her, it wouldn’t be because she wanted to. But she isn’t given a choice in the manner.” Black Sapphire Cookie starts thinking.

“I can read your thoughts. You better not pull some shit behind the scenes.”

“No no, Master. I am just brainstorming. Hm. I’ll get back to finishing up my tasks after I handle my own.” He turns and starts walking over to the closed door. Then he stops when he grips the handle. “I assume you don’t want me to tell Candy Apple Cookie about this.”

“Did you even need to assume?” 

Black Sapphire Cookie snickers before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He turns and- “SHIT!” Jumped back far, his back bumps against the door and clutches his chest.

Candy Apple Cookie stood before the older cookie, her bright red eyes stared up at him widely. “What were you doing in my Master’s workroom?”

Black Sapphire Cookie gave an exaggerated sigh before smoothing his wrinkled suit with annoyance. “I’m not doing this again with you.” He grumbled before walking off.

She followed behind closely. “What were you two talking about?! I heard you say my name! What did you say?! What did he say?! Black Sapphire Cookie do NOT ignore me!”

Cupid Cookie paced back and forth in her living room.

She can’t tell her friends this.

No.

Not limited to friends.

No one can know about this.

How could she even explain it? ‘Hey guys, I’m pregnant! Oh how? I like absolutely fucked One of the Deadliest Cookies on Earthbread!’

By the witches, how could she have been so careless?! So.. embarrassingly desperate? This was probably some kind of twisted punishment for such actions.

She stopped pacing and just sat on her chair. All of that pacing exhausted her. She leans back in her chair, staring up at her ceiling.

This was reality. This was it.

And.

Maybe instead of crying about it and taking her sexual frustrations out on the doll version of the cookie that caused this, Cupid Cookie needed to adapt to this.

She gets up and slowly flies around her house, refreshing her memory of the layout. Bathroom. Kitchen. Living Room. Bedroom. The essentials needed to home just one cookie, yet big enough for guests.

“Hmm. I should discuss it with the Sugar Gnomes. I’m not too good at this.” She mumbled to herself before grabbing her cellphone and flying out of the house.

“Doopity-Doo? You wanna expand your house?” The small, full bearded handymen asked. “You don’t want to just find a different house, Cupid Cookie?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Oh no no. Where I’m currently at is rather comfortable. Not to mention convenient.” She hums a laugh.

“Those are rather important! However, depending on how much remodeling needs to be done will also depend on how many materials we’ll need.” A Sugar Gnome explains to her.

“I would just need one room added. That wouldn’t be too much work for you guys, would it?”

“Nothing is too much work for us!” They proudly announce. “We love building and assisting in the kingdom and the cookies! We’ll be more than happy to add a room if that is something you want, Cupid Cookie.”

She nodded her head. “Thank you. It’s really appreciated.”

“Just one more thing,” A Gnome stepped up, his little mallet resting on his shoulder. “For the safety of cookies when it comes to construction, you will have to be away from the area.”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. “I-I see. W-well, that is fair honestly. Uhm… I have a friend who’s local that I can stay with in the meantime.” She scrolls on her cellphone. “One moment.”

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Peanut Butter Cookie speaking.”

“Hey, PB.” Cupid Cookie responded, trying to hide her nervousness. “Hey listen, I’m getting work done on my house by the Sugar Gnomes and I need somewhere to stay until they’re done.”

“Remodel? What for?”

Cupid Cookie swore internally. She had a hunch she was gonna ask, but was hoping that it wouldn’t have happened. “Just wanted the extra space. That’s all.”

“Ah. Well. I would love to have you stay, however it’s just impossible.”

“What? How come?”

“I have family over. They’re visiting for a week and all the space I thought was free has been taken up.”

“Did the entire jamline show up and just pack themselves in?”

Peanut Butter Cookie snorted. “Pretty much, yes. But I love them regardless. I’m very sorry, Cupid Cookie. But I’m sure Neapolitan Cookie wouldn’t mind it.”

Cupid Cookie slouched her shoulders. “But she lives in Parfaedia..that’s a ways away from the Kingdom!”

“I’m sorry, I really am-hm? Yes? Alright, I’ll be over. Listen Cupid Cookie, if you don’t wanna stay in Parfaedia then why not just cancel the construction? Surely the need for extra storage can’t be that dire, right?”

Cupid Cookie chewed the inside of her cheek. (If only that was the case.) She just sighed. “I’ll.. I’ll give her a call. Don’t let me hold you, Peanut Butter Cookie.”

“...I hope it goes well. Take care.”

Beep!

The line had cut.

Cupid Cookie shuffled her feet before ringing up Neapolitan Cookie.

Parfaedia, a bustling city known for their magical cookies and the Institute. Stepping away from the train station while wheeling her suitcase alongside her with her cellphone in hand, Cupid Cookie looked around with caution. While she has heard the good about this city, she has heard the bad. Illegal usage of magic, occasional swarms of monsters, objects coming to life to attack-it’s one of the many locations to have a Police Station. And the Kingdom just recently recruited knights.

“Oi! On your left!”

Cupid Cookie turned her head left and sighed in relief.

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie arrived. “We had to do some cleaning up and rearrange some stuff for your stay. Took a little longer because Misfit here didn’t tell me our vacuum was broken.”

Misfit Cookie huffed, crossing her arms. “I said I was sorry!”

Cupid Cookie flew over to hug them both. “It’s appreciated. I’m sorry for troubling you.”

Neapolitan Cookie waved it off. “It’s not an issue for me, Cupid Cookie. I truly don’t mind it at all. You’re free to come over whenever! I really don’t mind.” She smiles as she squeezed Cupid’s hands. Then she turns to face the city. “If you’re hungry-”

“Starving.”

Neapolitan Cookie laughs. “We can either eat at my house or we can get something out there.”

“Can we go to that one place with the juicy jelly burgers?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I’m crazy for their milkshakes.”

“It’s up to what Cupid Cookie is in the mood for.” Neapolitan Cookie says to her niece.

The mention of a juicy jelly burger did sound appealing. Very appealing. She placed a hand over her stomach and nodded her head. “Yeah, we can get burgers.”

Cupid Cookie leans back with a sigh. “Hooh.. I don’t think I can eat another bite. I’m stuffed.”

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie stared at the three baskets placed in front of Cupid Cookie with surprise. Neapolitan Cookie spoke up, “I understand you were sick for sometime, but were you that hungry? Three jellyburgers and sugar sticks is a lot, even for me.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, blushing a little. “I guess I was.”

“If your appetite has grown, I might have to stock up our kitchen. For you and Misfit Cookie.”

“Auntie said you went to Beast-Yeast?” Misfit Cookie asked. “How was it?”

Cupid Cookie swallowed dryly. “Well.. it was nice. Not as dangerous as a lot of cookies say it was, but I only stayed in one area during my visit.” Cupid Cookie lies and stripped away some details compared to what she told Neapolitan Cookie and Peanut Butter Cookie.

“Aww. No monster encounters or anything? Lame.” Misfit Cookie grumbled before slurping on her milkshake.

Neapolitan Cookie frowns at Misfit’s response before shaking her head. “I think we should stop mentioning or discussing Beast-Yeast moving forward.”

Cupid Cookie looked off to the side before nodding her head. “Yeah. I agree.”

“Here is your room during your visit. Misfit and I got it cleaned up and prepped for you.” Neapolitan Cookie shows off the spare bedroom. It was a simple room, nothing too extravagant like back in the Faerie Kingdom-what did you both agree on back at the restaurant? Stop talking about Beast-Yeast. No more, talking about Beast-Yeast!

Cupid Cookie steps inside. “Thanks.”

Neapolitan Cookie nodded. “You seem tired, so I’ll let you get some rest in. If you need anything, feel free to help yourself. See you in the morning, Cupid Cookie.” Then the door closed with a soft click.

Cupid Cookie sighs in relief and lays down on her bed. She curled up on her side, ready to sleep.

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Hello?”

“Doopity-Doo! Evening, Cupid Cookie! It is us, the Sugar Gnomes! We wanted to inform you on a time frame that it would take us to expand your house! From the materials currently being used and retrieving them to properly shape and mold the house to look perfect, it would take us… about a month or two!”

Cupid Cookie shot up immediately. “A m-month?! That seems rather lengthy! I-I-”

“No need to worry, Cupid Cookie. We will still try to work efficiently, yet carefully and maybe we can get it done much earlier! We will let you know and keep you updated!”

Cupid Cookie gave out a shaky breath, dragging her hand down her face as she groaned. “I..a-alright. Alright. It’s not a bother for me.” Lie. “Don’t let me interrupt your work then.”

She hangs up the phone before laying on her back. The urge to scream was building up, but no. She can’t do that in someone else’s home. She’ll just swallow it, keep it within, then let it out later. Much later.

“A month?!” Neapolitan Cookie exclaimed as she brewed some coffee.

“That’s what I said!” Cupid Cookie shouted. “I didn’t think it would take them that long. I mean, the Sugar Gnomes are usually quick but they said because of what my house is made of, it’s gonna take them much longer.” She sighs. “If I’m overextending my stay, I really didn’t mean it.”

“No no, it’s fine. It’s…I don’t understand why they didn’t tell you in advance.”

Cupid Cookie fiddled with her hands. “I guess I should have asked firsthand. But it slipped my mind because I was too anxious and antsy for it to be done.”

“You’re that anxious to get a storage space?” Neapolitan Cookie questioned, sipping her coffee. “Kinda strange honestly.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, before frowning. “Ugh, fuck.” She muttered before turning away from the rancid smell of the coffee Neapolitan Cookie was sipping. (Damn heightened sense of smell!)

“Misfit Cookie is at school right now. Or she should be at school. That young cookie just can’t seem to avoid getting into trouble.” Neapolitan Cookie sighs.

“She’s a teen. Like you didn’t get into shit before? You don’t remember when we tried to convince Peanut Butter Cookie to distract some Cakehounds to sneak into a Cream Sheep farm?” Cupid Cookie teases.

“That was a foolish act. We did it all because I wanted to impress a cookie but was too scared to do it alone!”

“...But it worked.”

“It did work. Then it turned out that cookie just had a penchant for odd hobbies and I didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

“I.. can only imagine.” Cupid Cookie leans back and taps her hands on the table. “I haven’t been in Parfaedia enough times so like, what is there to do around here?”

“Library. Park. Sometimes there’s little city events that take place for cookies to show off their magical skills.”

“So pretty much like the Kingdom then.”

Neapolitan Cookie shrugged. “Yeah I guess.”

“I’ll just clean myself up and go on a walk later then, look around and stuff.”

Cupid Cookie flew down the sunny streets of Parfaedia. A heavy contrast compared to night with all of the lights illuminating the streets, shimmering like stars. There was always something taking place even on work/school days. Cupid Cookie hums before her eyes catch a bookstore and she swiftly flies in.

Walking, because flying of all sorts was prohibited, through the isles of perfectly organized books based on their genres and authors. The only books Cupid had were romance, sonnets and romcoms. In her defense, they were gifts from cookies none the wiser and it’s rude to turn down gifts.

“Oh?” Something caught her eye as she carefully pried a book out from the shelf. Admiring the cover art before opening it to read the inside synopsis. “Bear witness to the astounding tale of the Heroic Wizard traversing through the eons of space and time to find his destiny and prove his loyalty and love-ugh.” She closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. Rolling her eyes, she continued searching around the library.

And spotted something.

A Novel for Raising Baby Doughs.

There’s just a book for everything, is there?

Placing a gloved hand on her stomach, Cupid Cookie stood there admiring the text for a moment. She could get it, it would help her out a lot. However, she’d be questioned by Neapolitan Cookie. It’s a struggle. A big one.

Ugh. Screw it. 

She’ll just keep it hidden underwraps until she’s back home.

“Oh hey, welcome back!” Neapolitan Cookie greeted Cupid Cookie. “I see you did some shopping.”

“Hm? What gave it away?” Cupid Cookie asked as she held two bags in her hands. “I’ll keep them in my room so they aren’t in the way.”

“May I ask what you got there?”

“Nothing much, just a tone of chocolate.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. "No way you spent all that time outside and all you got were-chocolates..”

“Hmph.” Cupid Cookie stuffed the bar of rich chocolates back in its bag before flying into her room. “I’ll be out in a second, just need to relax from all of that flying.” 

Cupid Cookie closed herself off in her room, placing the bag of chocolates besides her bed. She pulled the book out and admired the cover. An illustration of an older cookie and a baby dough together in a pastel color palette painting surrounded by flowers and blueberry birds. Looking up at the door again, ensuring it’s locked before beginning to read and study.

Nine months, yeah.

Hormone kicks, mhm.

The obvious mentioned from what she remembered, or found out after the visit with a Healing Cookie. She just jumped towards the end for when the baby was here.

Okay, yes. This is what she needed. She’ll read up on these sections only over and over.

It’s two weeks in staying with Neapolitan Cookie and today Cupid Cookie would be assisting her with deep cleaning and going out to restock for the month. With so much moving around and current exhaustion, her energy to even fly was slowly deteriorating away; however she hides it to the best of her abilities.

She couldn’t wait to collapse into her bed, eagerly entering her bedroom-

“Misfit Cookie?!” She shrieked.

Misfit Cookie was laid on Cupid Cookie’s bed, eating her chocolate and reading the Novel for Raising Baby Doughs with a bored expression. “What did you get this for? Do you plan on having kids?”

Cupid Cookie grumbled before storming over to snatch it away from her hands and stuffed it into her suitcase instead. “Didn’t your aunt tell you to not go into your guest’s room?”

“Auntie Neapolitan Cookie can’t tell me what to do and also this is my house too and you are also my guest.” Misfit Cookie responded, putting her arms behind her head as she stared at the ceiling.

“Nice try, kiddo.” Cupid Cookie scoffed before collecting all of the spared chocolates, which sadly wasn’t a lot. “Alright, you had your fun, now get out of here.”

“Why do you have a pregnancy book?”

Cupid Cookie sighs. “Misfit Cookie, please get out.”

“Are you pregnant? If you are, I’m gonna tell Auntie Neapolitan Cookie.”

“No, I’m not pregnant. Now can you please leave?”

“If you aren’t then why do you have this?”

“Misfit. Cookie. Get. Out.”

“Answer my question first!”

“It’s for a friend. I answered your question, now get out.”

“That’s a lie! According to Auntie Neapolitan Cookie, you and Peanut Butter Cookie are the only friends you guys have!”

Cupid Cookie sighs and sits on her chair, rubbing her temples.

“If you’re pregnant-”

“I’m NOT pregnant!” Cupid Cookie started yelling.

Their yelling grabbed the attention of Neapolitan Cookie. She walked in the guest bedroom with confusion. “What’s going on here? Misfit Cookie, what are you doing here?”

“Because I can and because I want to.” Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever, I’m bored and I’m going back to my room.” She gets off the bed and walks over to her own bedroom.

Neapolitan Cookie sighs and shakes her head in disbelief. “Oh this kid. Hey, what’s going on? I heard you yelling.”

Cupid Cookie huffs and shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Cupid Cookie has been on edge after her room was infiltrated. Misfit Cookie knew the truth and there was no telling if she would spill the beans to her aunt. She tried to calm down, stress wasn’t good for the baby, but how could she?

She should call Peanut Butter Cookie to revise that request to stay with her for the rest of the month.

Ugh, but then Neapolitan Cookie might get her feelings hurt and then the truth comes out.

Fuck.

This shit sucked so much.

Dammit, where was her phone?

RING!

RING!

RING!

“You called three times?” Peanut Butter Cookie finally answered with confusion.

“Hey, uhm,” Cupid Cookie looked over her shoulder to make sure her door was closed and locked this time. “Listen, it’s not working out at Neapolitan Cookie’s.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nea’s niece.”

Peanut Butter Cookie let out a disappointed sigh. “Should have known. What happened this time?”

“She broke into the bedroom I was currently resting in and she got into my stuff, my chocolates dude.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went quiet. Before saying in a confused tone, “Your chocolates? Is that it?”

Cupid Cookie groans. “Yes. Yes, my chocolates.”

“Cupid Cookie, not to downplay your annoyance, but chocolate isn’t that pricey to get. They cost the same everywhere in Earthbread. I'm positive. You told Neapolitan Cookie this, yes?”

“No. I didn’t think it would bother me but now it does. And what would even be the point of replenishing it? Kid will just break in again and eat them all!”

“Hey hey, let’s calm down. Remember, this is a child we are talking about. Let’s not get too angry here, okay? Just go tell Neapolitan Cookie what happened and we can solve the problem from there. Alright?”

“I.. I still want to come over.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went silent as she looked behind her shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, Cupid Cookie. But something came up.”

“What? What happened?”

“I…fuck uhm..it’s just a family issue. I really do not want to get into the details. I know, I’m sorry. Just-”

“No. No, it’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m just..ugh..I was really looking forward to enjoying myself with them and..yeah I should tell Neapolitan Cookie. You take care, Peanut Butter Cookie. I’ll see you later.”

Beep!

Cupid Cookie was kept afloat by her wings in one place. 

And then she was mindlessly dangled side to side by thin blue strings wrapped around her limbs, torso and neck.

Her stitched smile and button eyes stare up at the cookie puppeteering her, and he returns his gaze with slight intrigue in his mismatched colored eyes. Lifting up his hand to hold her above his head, his slitted pupils followed the puppet’s every move.

Then the strings release the doll, causing her to fall in Shadow Milk Cookie’s hand.

He’s confused.

Recalling what he conversed with Black Sapphire Cookie, what was so interesting about this common cookie? It couldn’t just be because she entertained him or the humor in watching her put on a mask just to be socially accepted by cookies? Just for such a mask to falter when those fairies were giving her a hard time?

Ugh. Feelings were so confusing and such a nuisance.

Why did he have to have them?

And why were they causing him to be drawn to someone like her? She was just a bit of entertainment to do on the side as a break for preparing the big event. And now that it’s being put into motion, she’s just an obstacle.

A distraction.

Ugh, by the hideous witches, how dare this damned cookie make him feel something and pry his motives away from something important?! He shouldn’t have given in! Now, he’s burdened with this!

Wait.

Burdened?

No. No that can’t be.

“Ha….haha…” His body slightly shakes before he drapes his hand over his eyes, throwing his head back to let out a maniacal laugh. No way, he’s burdened with feelings for some common cookie who he knows would never return to Beast-Yeast?

She’s not a fool, some cookie would have told her the deets by now. She isn’t coming back.

And yet,

That notion bothered him.

Disturbed him.

His laughter died down and a sigh left him. That feeling will pass. There’s another cookie he’s anticipating seeing. If things go accordingly, then he won’t be so bothered by this little cherub cookie.

…

She feels soft in his hands though.

He’ll hold onto her a little bit longer.

Just a little.

[nxvella-s]

Give A Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 6

A/N: Short episode moment. And it just gets more and more exciting for Cupid Cookie.

Warnings: NSFW (Plushophilia) and Pregnancy

Episode 7: Here! Banner credit to @/anitalenia

99+ Notifications finally started pouring in. And more than half of those notifications were messages from friends. Surprisingly more from Peanut Butter Cookie than Neapolitan Cookie.

How was the Kingdom?

What did you see there?

Please send photos of any relics or history books.

Or take photos in general. I wish to see them all.

You must not have any service it seems if you aren’t responding right away.

Hey, you must have service now if you were able to call Neapolitan Cookie. She called me after you hung up. You told her you were attending a Theater Show? How odd. There were no mentions of something along the like. But do be careful. Remember, Beast-Yeast isn’t a laughing matter.

You haven’t responded to either me or Neapolitan Cookie, I hope you’re alright.

I will simply assume that you are and you lost service again.

Please let that be the case.

I’m worried for you, Cupid Cookie.

Hey

I’m almost home

See you two soon

<3

The warm sun hit Cupid Cookie’s skin, making her sigh in relief and stretch her wings. A contrast from the cool environment of the forest, it was like a welcoming hug for her. As a way to welcome her home from all of the pain she went through. As the air balloon slowly descended, she could see the small specks of Peanut Butter Cookie and Neapolitan Cookie running over as fast as their legs could go.

The balloon descended and when Cupid Cookie made her departure, she was nearly tackled to the ground by her two friends who gave her a tight embrace. She let go of her bag to return their tight embrace. 

Tighter.

This was the perfect welcome home.

The three cookies rested in Cupid Cookie’s home, tea and chocolates out to enjoy as they caught up from the past week and a half.

“How horrifying to hear. But we can always count on the Ancient Heroes to take care of the situation. It is what they do best.” Neapolitan Cookie chimed with a delighted hum before sipping her tea.

“I can not believe you actually spoke with the Ancient Heroes.” Peanut Butter Cookie spoke with disbelief. “You must tell me, were they as radiant as their paintings depict them? Their stained glass illustrations, their tapestry, their statues?”

“It was just White Lily cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie. He said it was a mission between the both of them and three kids tagged along because they’ve been assisting them. And let me tell you, those kids are strong as Hell. Gingerbrave Cookie nearly crumbled my hand in a handshake.” Cupid Cookie shook her head with a laugh. “I hope they’ll be alright.”

“They will be. The only cookie that matters to us is you, Cupid Cookie.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she grabbed her friend’s hand and squeezed it. “I was worried sick when the line cut and you were spouting nonsense. I tried to call you again, but nothing.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about it. They’re not traveling to Beast-Yeast until further notice. So, I won’t be going back any time soon.”

“And you don’t really have a reason to go back.” Peanut Butter Cookie chimes in.

“Right.” Cupid Cookie sighs, leaning back.

“Oh yeah, I just remembered. The craziest thing happened back at home, you’re not gonna believe this.” Neapolitan Cookie sat up to begin a retelling of some insane misuse of magic done in a cafe in Parfaedia.

Peanut Butter Cookie leaned forward to listen with intrigue.

But Cupid Cookie started feeling light-headed and dizzy again. Neapolitan Cookie started to sound muffled and incoherent as she held her head. “Urgh..shit..”

The two cookies turned to Cupid Cookie immediately. “Oh my, Cupid Cookie, are you feeling alright?”

“You must be feeling jet-lagged.” Peanut Butter Cookie says.

“I’ve been feeling like this in the morning. I’m just glad I didn’t throw up on the trip home.” She slurred, trying to sit up but the sudden wave of nausea hit and she went still.

“Oh dear. Could it have been something you ate?” Neapolitan Cookie asked.

“Maybe? I didn’t eat that much at the gathering.”

Peanut Butter Cookie set her cup down and approached Cupid Cookie’s side. “Let’s lay you down, Cupid Cookie. Come help me, Neapolitan Cookie.”

Neapolitan Cookie nodded her head to join Peanut Butter Cookie and carefully led Cupid Cookie to her bed and laid her down. Neapolitan Cookie fixed up the pillows and pulled the blankets up to cover her friend. Peanut Butter Cookie brought a tall glass of water and a trash bin, placing them beside Cupid Cookie. “Here. That should be everything.”

“Crackers?”

“She doesn’t have any. I checked her cupboards and pantry. Which is rather barren. Cupid Cookie you-I’ll go shopping for you.” Peanut Butter Cookie stood upright with her hands behind her back. “I’ll be right back.” She leaves to exit Cupid’s home.

Cupid Cookie shifts as she gets comfortable under her blankets. “Mm. Thanks.” She sighs. “This shit sucks so much.”

Neapolitan Cookie laughs nervously. “I can only imagine. But if it is food poisoning, you won’t be down for the count forever. Would you like for me and Peanut Butter Cookie to be here with you in case you need something?”

Cupid Cookie shook her head, wincing slightly. “Mm. No. Doubt you have anyone watching Misfit Cookie. I’ll be fine, Nea.” She gave a weak smile. “I’ll just sleep it off-”

“Make sure you drink your water though. Stay hydrated.”

“I will, I will, Mom.”

Neapolitan Cookie rolled her eyes before giving her farewells to return home.

Peanut Butter Cookie returned and stocked up Cupid Cookie’s kitchen as she promised. As an extra, she left behind a recipe book she purchased from her bookstore. “I didn’t get all the ingredients for every recipe in this book. Just the ones I have post-it notes sticking out of.”

Cupid Cookie sat up in her bed, skimming through the pages of her new book to admire the photogenic food pictures while reading the ingredients list and steps. She’ll make one of the marked pages for her dinner later. What she needed right now was a warm shower. Stripping off her clothes as the warm water runs from the shower head, she stepped inside to wash her hair and body. As she scrubbed the sweet soap all over her body, she nearly dropped her sponge when she washed her chest. “Agh! Wh-what?” She touches her breasts and scrunches her face up. They felt weird.

Why did they feel weird?

Cupid Cookie turns off the shower and wraps her fluffy towel around her body, careful to avoid adding pressure around her chest.

She began to work on her dinner, following the note wedged in by Peanut Butter Cookie that read in big letters, “MAKE THIS! IT’S EASIER ON THE STOMACH!” So, Cupid Cookie has her ingredients carefully measured and organized. Preparing her stove top at the right heat temperature as per the instructions, adding the flavoring items first that created a sweet smell wafting through her kitchen. Slowly, she added stuff one by one to create a soup-like mixture. Just one more thing to add and-

THUNK!

CLATTER!

“Shit!” Cupid Cookie exclaimed as she kneeled down to scoop up the spilled mess back into the container. “Ugh.. fuck it stained! Why does this shit stain?!”

…

(What was that outburst just now?)

“Fuck, the soup!” She gets back up to her feet and takes her dinner off the heat immediately, but slips in the residue of her mess, falling on her back and making an even bigger one as her dinner was now splattered all over her kitchen.

She sat up and looked at the red sweet splatters with wide eyed horror, mouth agape and trembling.

Sniff.

Sniffle.

She hugged her knees tightly as she sobbed into them. Hiccuping and coughing as her frame shakes. What the hell was going on? Why did everything feel difficult?

She gets up to grab her phone.

Peanut Butter Cookie, hair messy with food she picked up, assisted in cleaning up the mess alongside Cupid Cookie. “Don’t smear it, alright? Just dab it and let it soak into the rag.” She says in a soft voice.

The mess was cleaned up to the best of their abilities and they ate together in silence.

Cupid Cookie puts her burger down and sighs. “I don’t know what the hell has been up with me. I just-”

“Cupid, it's okay.” Peanut Butter Cookie scoots closer to her. “It was an accident, we got what we could cleaned up and it’ll be better tomorrow. You’ve been having it rough for nearly two weeks and still reeling from the effects.”

“I still feel bad for interrupting your sleep.”

“You sounded distressed, Cupid. I wasn’t going to leave you in such a state. What kind of friend would you take me for if I did?”

“...A pretty shitty one?”

“Yes. A shitty friend. And that stinks.”

…

Snrk!

“Pfft-yo-you just made a pun? Really? Are-pfft! A-are you sure you’re not the sick one, Peanut Butter?” Cupid Cookie brought her hand up to hide her laughter.

Peanut Butter Cookie took a moment to process the words that came out before her face flushed. “Oi! That was-that was accidental! Stop laughing that it wasn’t that funny!”

The next morning, Cupid Cookie didn’t feel as awful as before. The discomfort around her chest was still present, unfortunately, but at least she felt well enough to not be bed ridden for too long. “I should try to get back to work.” She grabbed her phone, her two pistols holstering them under her skirt before flying out to do some matchmaking.

“Right and just to be double sure, you want to fulfill your dream of.. Running a Jam shop together and making it a traditional bloodline rule, yes?” Cupid Cookie asked, looking up from her cell phone as she types the data in.

“Mhm! Need someone dedicated and offering in helping my Daddy and my daddy’s daddy and my daddy’s daddy’s daddy’s dreams pursue!” The bright eyed Cookie announced boldly.

“Uh huh. Seems like I found a cookie that could fit the bill for you. Right this way, I can lead you to them.” She says as she flies ahead with the cookie following right behind her.

“Cupid Cookie?” The familiar voice of Peanut Butter Cookie causes the cherub to halt. She approached with confusion and concern. “You’re getting right into work?”

“Yeah-uh one sec, babes-yeah, I wasn’t feeling too bad this morning. Chest does kinda hurt, but I’m managing. Didn’t wanna stay home for too long.”

“W-wait I-but I thought you had food poisoning.” Peanut Butter Cookie placed her hands on her hips.

“Food poisoning?” The bright eyed Cookie parroted with surprise. “Oh Miss, you shouldn’t be flying like that or working! Hey look, I’m in no rush to find somecookie right away.”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise and started sputtering. “W-wait hold on, it’s not-”

“No way, ma’am! Take it from me, you need to conserve all of that energy and rest up to stay healthy. I’m sure that cookie will be out there even when you’re feeling better.” Then they placed a hand on their hip and rubbed their chin. “Although, don’t recall having chest pains during that time. You should see a healer or their aid or something to get that looked into.”

Peanut Butter Cookie nodded her head. “They’re right. I had no clue you were having chest pains either. Come on, we should see what’s going on with you.”

Cupid Cookie glared at her. “Don’t word it like that.”

The two cookies entered a small building with cookies running back and forth with tools and herbs in their arms. Cupid Cookie was in a room by herself as a Healing Cookie looked over her vitals and notes. “So you were nauseated and vomiting yesterday, suffered dizziness, fatigue, tender chest and.. Lashing out. Is this all correct?”

“Yeah. I think that’s… it.” Cupid Cookie shrugged, crossing her arms-folding her hands in her lap.

The other cookie gives a hum. “Pardon my intrusive question, but just to clarify something before I give the confirmation or theory, have you participated in any sexual activity?”

Cupid Cookie went pale and swallowed dryly. Her wings twitch and curl forward to wrap around her frame. “U-uh..”

“There is no judgement if you have.”

(You say that now, but I’m doubting that statement.) Cupid Cookie thinks to herself before she chewed on her bottom lip, then slowly nodded her head.

The Cookie removed her glasses and tucked them in her pocket. “I see.”

Peanut Butter Cookie was sitting outside on a bench with an open book in her lap. She was sitting inside the building yet the overwhelming smell of herbs was making her head spin. The sounds of wings flapping behind her grabs her attention, spotting Cupid Cookie flying away from the building towards her. “So, what was it?”

Cupid Cookie clasped her hands in front of her as she blew a raspberry. “Just some soreness. I did over exert myself at the Kingdom, but I was told it would pass. You and that other cookie were right, I should rest and take it easy.”

Peanut Butter Cookie’s iced brows knitted together. “Soreness? Really?”

“Doctors don’t lie, Peanut Butter Cookie. I’m just telling you what they told me.” Cupid Cookie shrugs her shoulders.

She sighs. “Well.. if that’s the truth then you must take it easy moving forward. Love isn’t going anywhere, yes?”

“Mhm. Love isn’t going anywhere.” Cupid Cookie said, nodding in agreement. 

Cupid Cookie flew home alone, entering her cozy abode and untied her shoes to place beside her door. She walked over to her couch, sat down, and took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she leaned forward to bury her face in her hands as her sigh turned into a groan.

“Based on the listed symptoms and answer. Cupid Cookie, you are pregnant.”

This couldn’t be. It can’t be.

She had to have been hallucinating? Hearing things.

No.

No.

No no no.

No.

No.

NO.

NO!

NO!!!

“Based on the listed symptoms,”

NO!!!

“Cupid Cookie,”

STOP!

SHUT UP!

“You are pregnant.”

YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!

“You are pregnant.”

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

She reached for her pistols, pointed and-

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Clik! Clik! Clik!

Her arms trembled as she looked at her couch, feathers scattered about and filled with ammunition. Her arms drop to her sides as the guns fall to the ground with a loud clatter.

This was reality, wasn’t it?

Being pregnant. 

And who else would it belong to other than fucking Shadow Milk Cookie.

Cupid Cookie storms off to her bedroom and pulls down the unpacked suitcase to the floor, unzipping it and plunging her hand into her clothes to fish out for it.

It had to still be in here. Where else would it have gone?

“-!” Her eyes lit up and pulled it out by its arm. The mismatched stitched eyes and smile stared at Cupid Cookie, and it felt like a mockery. As if this non sentient toy found amusement in her suffering. She violently throws the doll towards her bed, hearing it loudly THUD! against the headboard before falling on top of her pillows.

“You just had to rub salt in the wound, hm?” Cupid Cookie interrogated it as she walked over to it. “You lied to me? Hurt innocent cookies, take something valuable to me after I shared my feelings with you?” She flies on top of her bed to pin the doll beneath her hand by its neck. “You purposefully hid your true identity from me! Had I known you were a Beast, I wouldn’t have-ugh!” She ended up straddling the doll, the friction of its stuffed body against her covered pussy sent shivers up her spine. Yet arousal mixed with anger as she choked the plushie out, grinding against it. “You toyed with me! You lied to me! And not only did you leave me, you got me pregnant!”

Her hips roll up faster and harder as her grip tightens. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-ah!” She hunched forward when her orgasm hit, coming in her panties and slightly soaking the doll’s stomach. As she panted, she started hiccupping and sobbing. “I… I… I still-hic-love you…”