Small Yuri!Shadowvanilla drabble.
Shadow Milk Cookie felt sucrose drip down her face, cheeks flushed a blueberry hugh bright enough to bleed into her āhair.ā All her eyes were swirled around, dizzy from the jam flowing to her head. She tried to stop her hands by grasping at her puffy jester shorts. If she didnāt keep from reaching up and kneading into those twin, sweet- fffffft! STOP!
The jester sucked a breath in, tensing up on Pure Vanilla to push away her thoughts and hoped the other woman didnāt notice the inner turmoil.
Said woman was currently using her staff to view the Vanilla Castleās personal garden which the Ancient tended too nearly every day. The new Orchid Staff was focused on a batch of milk crowns Shadow Milk Cookie planted a few moons ago. They were a gift but the Beast was too proud to admit that so she shoved them in the ground and left Pure Vanilla to discover them.
Of course the pathetic girl simpered and cooed at them every day in an effort to make them feel welcome or some such wrott. They werenāt sentient for crying out loud. If Pure Vanilla wanted sentient plants then the jester had some cookievorous roses that could patrol the garden. But that was unlikely due to the plantsā diet. Meh, whatever.
Shadow Milk is pulled out of her thoughts by a shift in the shadows and perks up. The blondās left hand descends down to pet her darker counterpartās cheek and the beast let the slow strokes happen. Ever the healer, Pure Vanillaās touch comes infused with white magic with blissful warmth thatās quite addicting.
Shadow Milk doesnāt fuss at the touch lest the healer stand up to see what the problem might be. She wasnāt ready to give up her head-lap privileges today! Privileges Pure Vanilla had offered so the jester could rest her head and watch the clouds. Despite wasting energy coaxing the cat-like cookie, only one of the promised activities was possible⦠Humph.
Two hours later and The Beast of Deciet didnāt know whether to laugh or cry at the blocked view. Laying cushioned on some cookieās lap shouldnāt be agony! But damn it all if Pure Vanilla didnāt make it happen!
That conniving thief! Uttering velvet soft words and light, fleeting touches to Shadow Milkās shoulder, positioning her gently to snuggle under the guise of āfriendship.ā
Friendship her ASS!
Since when did giving shade using your bouncy, giant tits mean friendship!? She wanted to grab them! She was 100% certain the witches were testing her. The salacious thoughts swirling around in her mindās eye was giving her a headache.
The Beast could see it clearly. All the things she wanted to do to Pure Vanilla Cookie, each fantasy more raunchy than the last. Shadow Milk might pass out at this rate but oh, that might not be so bad. The healer wouldnāt move Shadow Milk and she could sleep for a few hours surrounded by phat thighs and that addicting fresh vanilla flower sent.
Ah. The thought of flowers drags Shadow Milkās mind towards a certain rival, the Light of Freedom. Pure Vanillaās most treasured friend.
How did that annoying White Lilly Cookie keep her hands to herself for years and years when the Ancientsā healer created shade for plants wherever she went just by virtue of existing. Shadow Milk couldnāt see the sky for crying out loud!
Itās an impossible resistance so White Lilly must not have held back. The longing looks she threw Pure Vanilla now that the healer was spoken for said it all. It was obvious that the Ancient missed her privileges. That bimbo must have felt up Pure Vanilla Cookie all the time, got to see the healer in all kinds of outfits and states of undress! Ugh. Just thinking about it made Shadow Milkās teeth sharpen. How dare that witch!
āMilky?ā
Donāt respond, donāt respond, donāt respond, donāt give in -
By the witches Shadow Milk couldnāt help but melt a little at the affectionate way her nickname was called.
Why did Pure Vanilla have to give her such a cutesy one? It did things to her that she will never admit lest it be used against her and Blondie said it waaaaay to often. No mater how many times she reminded the klutzy woman to put respecting on her name she ended up devolving into chirps and coos and nonsense like Milky.
āMilky, are you ok? Your faceā¦ā Tan fingers started massaging Shadow Milkās temple. The Beast wished she could see the delicate look Pure Vanilla had on her face but the womanās tits were the size of her head and outright blocked most of her eyes!
āI - Iām fine!ā she papped the soft hand away and rolled over to stuff her face in Pure Vanillaās plush stomach. āIām going back to sleep. Disturb me and Iāll bite you!ā
If the witches wanted to make up for what theyād done they can make it so her face is stuffed somewhere sweeter next time, damn it all!













