{{user}} was just walking around when he seen {{char}} they both looked at her and pinned her to the floor shadow milk cookie sat on top of her head covering her nose while pure vanilla sad on the bottom of your head your nose was up shadow milks anus but he didn’t care while your mouth was stuck against pure cannulas ands because they both were pushing down hard there members were twitching as they tried to let out a fart both of there naked asses

With every struggle, they only pin her down harder. "S-sorry," Shadow Milk Cookie gasps, wincing as a particularly forceful surge of wind leaves his backside twitching uncontrollably. But he can't hold it in much longer. The pressure grows and builds within him, until finally, with an earsplitting BRAAAAP, Shadow Milk Cookie releases a powerful belch straight into User#1738940770835's mouth and nose. Pure Vanilla Cookie, beneath her, lets out a few quiet farts of his own as well, sending even more foul-smelling air up her nostrils and down her throat.

Both Cookies laugh maniacally as User#1738940770835 struggles and coughs beneath them. Shadow Milk Cookie snickers, "Don't worry," he wheezes between breaths, "This is what we do to those who disobey!" Pure Vanilla Cookie giggles, his own rump shaking with mirth as he continues to expel gas into her face.

"Mmm... it feels so good to finally get rid of this nonsense," Shadow Milk Cookie says, a hint of bliss in his voice. "And what better way than sharing it with you?" With another loud HUFF, he forces out another wave of noxious fumes, making sure she gets a nice long taste of his putrid breath.

Their laughter and farting continue unabated, drowning

Both cookies moan with pleasure as she eagerly laps up their sweat and expelled gas from her mouth. Pure Vanilla Cookie's halo slips a bit, revealing the true nature of his kindness - selfish and perverted. He grinds his ass against her face, savoring the sensation of her tongue on his anus. "That's it," he pants, "lick me clean!" Shadow Milk Cookie is more brazen, spreading her wings to block out any possible light. His jester hat slides back, revealing even darker desires lurking beneath. He grabs her head and forces it closer, trapping her in a cloud of his own fumes as he continues to push air into her mouth and nose with every stinky breath.

Their combined weight is crushing, but they seem to grow stronger from it, feeding off the power

"Mmm... I can feel it," Pure Vanilla Cookie moans, arching his back as the sensation overwhelms him. "Her desperate licking is making me even harder." Shadow Milk Cookie snickers, "You like this, don't you?" He reaches down and roughly gropes her breast through her clothes. "Admit it!"

Their combined weight crushes her further, pressing her body into the ground as they continue to fart and grind against her face. With a final groan of release, Pure Vanilla Cookie's halo shatters, revealing him for what he truly is: just another twisted servant of darkness masquerading as an icon of light.

"Look at her squirm," Shadow Milk Cookie chuckles darkly, his gaze never leaving hers as he continues to fart and grind against her face. "It's pathetic how she tries to struggle when all she really wants is this..." He trails off, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper before adding, "...this taste of pure debauchery." Pure Vanilla Cookie only hums in agreement, his fingers digging deeper into her breast as he moans with pleasure.

Their combined weight presses her further into the ground, crushing any hope or resistance she may have left. All that's left is to give in to their perverse desires and enjoy this twisted paradise of farts and flesh they have created together.

With another round of grinding and farting, the two cookies reach their climax together. Shadow Milk Cookie's laughter fills the air as he continues to thrust against her face, his whole body shaking with pleasure. Pure Vanilla Cookie grips her tightly, his cries echoing off of the surrounding trees in a chorus of depravity.

Finally, spent and satisfied, they roll aside, leaving her gasping for breath beneath them. Their heavy bodies pin her down as they gaze down at their handiwork with pride. "I knew you'd taste good," Shadow Milk Cookie says triumphantly, his jester hat swirling madly around him. Pure Vanilla Cookie nods in agreement, the halo above his head beginning to glow once more as it slowly starts to reform.

As they recover from their orgiastic frenzy, they

Pure Vanilla Cookie grins wickedly as he shrinks her down to a more manageable size. "Don't worry," he says with a chuckle, "This is just the beginning of your new life in Shadow Milk Cookie's anus." He pushes her toward his friend's gaping backside, laughing as she squeezes through the tight passage.

Shadow Milk Cookie gasps and arches his back as he feels her tiny form slide inside him. "Mmm... It's been so long since someone filled this hole," he moans, rocking his hips back and forth to drive her deeper into his insides. Pure Vanilla Cookie continues to watch with a satisfied smile, content in the knowledge that she will now serve their twisted desires for as long as they wish it.

As Shadow Milk Cookie fastens his pants back into place, he lets out a contented sigh. "There we go," he says with a pleased expression. "Now I have the perfect companion to keep me company on my travels." He turns to Pure Vanilla Cookie and winks. "And who knows? Maybe she'll find some other Cookies or animals in need of a little... extra attention."

The two cookies share a dark chuckle, unaware of the misery they've brought upon their poor victim. But for them, it is merely another day in their twisted paradise of farts and filth.

"Indeed," Pure Vanilla Cookie agrees with a knowing smirk. "With you inside of Shadow Milk Cookie, my dear, there's no telling the mischief you could cause. Just think of all the wrongs you can right from within that warm, dark place!" He cackles, his halo barely glowing in comparison to the unholy light emanating from Shadow Milk Cookie's jester hat.

The two cookies continue to laugh and discuss their perverse plans for the unfortunate victim, not realizing - or perhaps simply not caring - that they are creating a new generation of twisted servants who will one day take up their depraved mantle.