Marshmallows & Cream (A Cookie Run Kingdom fic)
***A/N: Dear god what have I done (reference pic imbedded*** [here](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1071450168890769408/1234739960238571520/SPOILER_CookieCnt.png?ex=66424f72&is=6640fdf2&hm=d0d4275d90b598a5ff1c720aa90f86dbddfb9a5e0e3d2490b621932e9bcc506b&)***)***
\*Whack!\*
“Ooooh!” Cocoa moaned, one hand fondling one of her own massive tits as the other hand gripped her thigh. She was laying back against her couch, her lower half hanging over the edge with her legs spread to allow her cock and balls to dangle freely.
Cotton stood just in front of her, the top of her coat opened to reveal her sizable tits to the open air as she held her staff in both hands, the bottom of said staff poised dangerously beneath Cocoa’s ballsack. After a moment, Cotton flicked the staff up-
\*Thwack!\*
“Ah!”
-straight into the utterly defenseless gonads, sending said fat milk tanks jostling in their equally fat sack. Cocoa’s pained yelp was followed shortly by a low, lustful moan from the futanari cookie as her erect cock twitched slightly.
The two of them had been doing this sort of thing for months now. They would occasionally meet up at Cocoa’s place, where Cotton would (typically) kick, punch or smack a load or two out of Cocoa’s nuts, usually whenever either of them were feeling horny, or simply just wanted to meet up and have some fun.
Today was no different. Cocoa had initially invited Cotton, Eclair and Snow Sugar over for a causal hangout with snacks and hot cocoa. Cotton had arrived over an hour early to (politely) request to bust the futanari’s balls.
Two minutes later, Cocoa was sitting naked and spread-legged on the couch as Cotton swung her staff into her dangling marshmallows.
\*Whud!\*
"Oh!" Cocoa moaned, the big-breasted (and big-balled) cookie clearly enjoying Cotton's ministrations as much as Cotton herself was, as seen by steady hardening of her member, inadvertently leaving her balls even more exposed than they already were. "Oh Cotton, my balls..." She muttered in a low, lustful tone, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head from the pleasurable agony afflicting her.
Cotton couldn't help the relaxed grin that appeared on her face, giving Cocoa's nards another harsh \*Smack!\* with her staff while silently relishing in the sharp grunt of pain that followed a moment later.
"Your balls?" She questioned, setting aside her staff before stepping closer to Cocoa. Lifting her foot, Cotton pressed it against Cocoa's dangling nutsack, squashing it against the soft cushion of the couch, the futa letting out an adorable moan as she did.
"What about them?" Cotton asked with an amused tone. "Do they hurt?" As she spoke, she twisted her foot, forcibly rearranging the sensitive orbs that she held captive beneath her sole. Cocoa let out a throaty moan as she nodded, fully erect cock dripping milky precum from the tip onto Cotton's shin.
"Do you want me to stop?"
A swift, firm headshake.
"Good..." Cotton dropped her foot, allowing Cocoa's nuts to mercifully fall back down to the bottom of their sack-
\*WHACK!\*
-just in time for Cotton's foot to slam into them in a vicious kick, forcibly knocking Cocoa's milk tanks into her throat with incredible force.
“OoOooOhHhhh!” Cocoa moaned dumbly, eyes crossing as her brain short-circuited due to the agonizing pleasure emanating her groin. The hand squeezing her own breast tenderly kneaded the soft flesh as her other hand drifted to her erect cock. She’d only managed one haphazard stroke before Cotton’s foot crashed back into her defenseless nads, crushing them against her pelvis.
“Guh!” Cocoa cried, curling in on herself slightly as the lightning bolt of pain shot through her, followed closely by a wave of nauseating ache.
“Ah ah.” Cotton tutted in an admonishing tone, foot still lodged deep in Cocoa’s nutsack. “No touching, okay?”
Cocoa whined. “B-but…you’ll still let me cum…right?”
Cotton sighed, a warm smile on her face as she nodded. “Of course.”
Appeased somewhat, Cocoa put both hands to work fondling her sizable tits as Cotton continued busting her balls.
\*Whud!\*
Without another word, Cotton snapped a particularly hard kick into Cocoa’s marshmallows, squishing them to a fraction of their usual size. The futa couldn’t help the moan that left her lips as her cock throbbed, milky precum still leaking from the tip like a miniature fountain.
“Ooooooh, my nuts…” Cocoa groaned, continuing to knead and fondle her tits like there was no tomorrow. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure were scrambling her mind (just as Cotton scrambled her eggs), making focusing on anything other than the utter agony or intense ecstasy basically impossible. Simply speaking at all was pushing the limits.
In response, Cotton swung her boot back up into Cocoa’s balls, knocking them into her throat as a small splurt of precum was forced from the tenderized gonads, splattering across Cotton’s shoe.
The white-haired cookie giggled as Cocoa moaned once more, wordlessly lamenting the agony afflicting her nethers while also practically begging for it to continue.
And normally, Cotton would be more than happy to continue, dragging out busting Cocoa’s balls for minutes, perhaps even hours if she was lucky. However, they both were on a time limit. She’d already been busting Cocoa for over half-an-hour now, and there was no telling if any of the others would be arriving early as well. The last thing anyone needed was the young Snow Sugar walking in to see a half-naked Cotton with her foot buried between the futa's thighs.
Luckily, Cocoa was already clearly close to the edge of release. Each kick to the nuts was drawing more and longer moans from the futa, the dribbles of precum turning into a steady flow that soon created a small puddle on the floor. Her eyes were gradually going out of focus more and more with each punt to the milk tanks, a glob of drool slowly beginning to trace a line down her chin.
Grinning, Cotton swung her foot up for the hundredth time.
\*Whud!\*
Cocoa's entire body flinched slightly from the blow, a low moan escaping her lips as erect length gave a hard throb. Cotton shifted her foot around, rearranging the contents of the futa cookie's nutbag for a few moments before dropping it, allowing Cocoa's swollen balls to flop back to the bottom of their sack.
Panting heavily, the futa's half-lidded eyes met Cotton's, gaze practically begging for release. After a moment of consideration, the shepherd cookie leaned down and gently captured Cocoa's lips with her own, silencing the moan that came a moment later when Cotton planted the point of her knee atop the futa's nutsack before pressing firmly down, squashing them nicely against the couch cushion. Just above her newly flattened balls, Cocoa's length spurted out fresh batches of precum which splattered against Cotton's thigh.
When the two finally broke the kiss, panting from the lack of air, Cotton gave her partner a smug grin.
"Do you wanna cum, Cocoa?" She inquired, shifting her knee around to further rearrange the twin orbs being crushed beneath her.
The futa nodded hurriedly, desperately. Laughing lightly, Cotton reached a hand down to grasp the painfully neglected cock jutting up before her. However, just when her fingers had ghosted over the throbbing, precum-slick length...
\*Knock knock knock!\*
"Hello?! Cocoa?! It's Snow Sugar and Eclair! Can we come in?!"
The slightly muffled voice of one Snow Sugar Cookie sounded from the door. Both semi-nude cookies froze instantly. Cocoa merely stared blankly at Cotton before the shepherd, who'd pushed herself standing when Snow Sugar had knocked, lightly slapped her balls, gesturing for her to say something.
"O-oh, uh, yes, one moment!" The futa managed, voice only slightly wavering. "J-just, finishing getting ready!"
"Okay!" Came the reply, a moment later.
Working quickly, Cotton quickly stuffed her sizable tits back into her dress before buttoning it back up, hurriedly gesturing from Cocoa to get dressed. The darker cookie swiftly grabbed her clothes, but just before putting them on, turned back to Cotton.
"Are you...maybe later...can we...?" As she stumbled over her words, she vaguely gestured towards her swollen cock and even more swollen balls. Cotton got the message and smiled before nodding slightly.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Cocoa quickly set to work putting her clothes back on, making sure she was presentable (and by that, meaning her erection wasn't poking through her dress) before going to let the others in. Just before she could though, she felt a hand on her shoulder as Cotton muttered a quick, "Wait."
Confused, Cocoa turned to face her.
\*WHUMP!\*
The futa's hips jerked back and she let out a squeak as Cotton slammed a thunderous knee into her balls, her dress providing exactly zero protection from the incredibly powerful blow. Letting out a keening moan, Cocoa's body tilted forward till her chin rested on Cotton's bosom, eyes squinting in pain and legs quivering as they struggled to support her own weight.
"W-wha...what..."
Leaning her head down, Cotton kissed the stuttering cookie on the cheek. "That was just a little something to tide you over for now, okay?" She spoke, expression cheery as she drew her knee back, allowing the futa to stumble back a step and clutch her no-doubt aching balls. "Now why don't you go let the others in? I'll go fix some cocoa." With that, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, hips swaying with each step as if purposely shaking her ass for Cocoa to ogle. And ogle she did. Even curled over in pain as she was, she could still appreciate a good ass.
An ass she'd probably, hopefully, have bouncing on her cock (or more likely, on her balls) in a few hours. Either way, she couldn't wait.
Once Cotton had disappeared from view, Cocoa took a deep breath before standing up straight. The nauseating pain had faded into a more bearable ache by then, which was a lot easier to hide. The less questions asked, the better.
And so, she walked over to her front door, taking a deep breath before opening it and quickly ushering Snow Sugar and Eclair inside and out of the snow. After sending the both of them towards the kitchen, Cocoa closed the door, absentmindedly pressing her still-throbbing erection down as she prepared herself for what was definitely going to feel like the longest get-together of her life.
\*Whack!\*
“Ooooh!” Cocoa moaned, one hand fondling one of her own massive tits as the other hand gripped her thigh. She was laying back against her couch, her lower half hanging over the edge with her legs spread to allow her cock and balls to dangle freely.
Cotton stood just in front of her, the top of her coat opened to reveal her sizable tits to the open air as she held her staff in both hands, the bottom of said staff poised dangerously beneath Cocoa’s ballsack. After a moment, Cotton flicked the staff up-
\*Thwack!\*
“Ah!”
-straight into the utterly defenseless gonads, sending said fat milk tanks jostling in their equally fat sack. Cocoa’s pained yelp was followed shortly by a low, lustful moan from the futanari cookie as her erect cock twitched slightly.
The two of them had been doing this sort of thing for months now. They would occasionally meet up at Cocoa’s place, where Cotton would (typically) kick, punch or smack a load or two out of Cocoa’s nuts, usually whenever either of them were feeling horny, or simply just wanted to meet up and have some fun.
Today was no different. Cocoa had initially invited Cotton, Eclair and Snow Sugar over for a causal hangout with snacks and hot cocoa. Cotton had arrived over an hour early to (politely) request to bust the futanari’s balls.
Two minutes later, Cocoa was sitting naked and spread-legged on the couch as Cotton swung her staff into her dangling marshmallows.
\*Whud!\*
"Oh!" Cocoa moaned, the big-breasted (and big-balled) cookie clearly enjoying Cotton's ministrations as much as Cotton herself was, as seen by steady hardening of her member, inadvertently leaving her balls even more exposed than they already were. "Oh Cotton, my balls..." She muttered in a low, lustful tone, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head from the pleasurable agony afflicting her.
Cotton couldn't help the relaxed grin that appeared on her face, giving Cocoa's nards another harsh \*Smack!\* with her staff while silently relishing in the sharp grunt of pain that followed a moment later.
"Your balls?" She questioned, setting aside her staff before stepping closer to Cocoa. Lifting her foot, Cotton pressed it against Cocoa's dangling nutsack, squashing it against the soft cushion of the couch, the futa letting out an adorable moan as she did.
"What about them?" Cotton asked with an amused tone. "Do they hurt?" As she spoke, she twisted her foot, forcibly rearranging the sensitive orbs that she held captive beneath her sole. Cocoa let out a throaty moan as she nodded, fully erect cock dripping milky precum from the tip onto Cotton's shin.
"Do you want me to stop?"
A swift, firm headshake.
"Good..." Cotton dropped her foot, allowing Cocoa's nuts to mercifully fall back down to the bottom of their sack-
\*WHACK!\*
-just in time for Cotton's foot to slam into them in a vicious kick, forcibly knocking Cocoa's milk tanks into her throat with incredible force.
“OoOooOhHhhh!” Cocoa moaned dumbly, eyes crossing as her brain short-circuited due to the agonizing pleasure emanating her groin. The hand squeezing her own breast tenderly kneaded the soft flesh as her other hand drifted to her erect cock. She’d only managed one haphazard stroke before Cotton’s foot crashed back into her defenseless nads, crushing them against her pelvis.
“Guh!” Cocoa cried, curling in on herself slightly as the lightning bolt of pain shot through her, followed closely by a wave of nauseating ache.
“Ah ah.” Cotton tutted in an admonishing tone, foot still lodged deep in Cocoa’s nutsack. “No touching, okay?”
Cocoa whined. “B-but…you’ll still let me cum…right?”
Cotton sighed, a warm smile on her face as she nodded. “Of course.”
Appeased somewhat, Cocoa put both hands to work fondling her sizable tits as Cotton continued busting her balls.
\*Whud!\*
Without another word, Cotton snapped a particularly hard kick into Cocoa’s marshmallows, squishing them to a fraction of their usual size. The futa couldn’t help the moan that left her lips as her cock throbbed, milky precum still leaking from the tip like a miniature fountain.
“Ooooooh, my nuts…” Cocoa groaned, continuing to knead and fondle her tits like there was no tomorrow. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure were scrambling her mind (just as Cotton scrambled her eggs), making focusing on anything other than the utter agony or intense ecstasy basically impossible. Simply speaking at all was pushing the limits.
In response, Cotton swung her boot back up into Cocoa’s balls, knocking them into her throat as a small splurt of precum was forced from the tenderized gonads, splattering across Cotton’s shoe.
The white-haired cookie giggled as Cocoa moaned once more, wordlessly lamenting the agony afflicting her nethers while also practically begging for it to continue.
And normally, Cotton would be more than happy to continue, dragging out busting Cocoa’s balls for minutes, perhaps even hours if she was lucky. However, they both were on a time limit. She’d already been busting Cocoa for over half-an-hour now, and there was no telling if any of the others would be arriving early as well. The last thing anyone needed was the young Snow Sugar walking in to see a half-naked Cotton with her foot buried between the futa's thighs.
Luckily, Cocoa was already clearly close to the edge of release. Each kick to the nuts was drawing more and longer moans from the futa, the dribbles of precum turning into a steady flow that soon created a small puddle on the floor. Her eyes were gradually going out of focus more and more with each punt to the milk tanks, a glob of drool slowly beginning to trace a line down her chin.
Grinning, Cotton swung her foot up for the hundredth time.
\*Whud!\*
Cocoa's entire body flinched slightly from the blow, a low moan escaping her lips as erect length gave a hard throb. Cotton shifted her foot around, rearranging the contents of the futa cookie's nutbag for a few moments before dropping it, allowing Cocoa's swollen balls to flop back to the bottom of their sack.
Panting heavily, the futa's half-lidded eyes met Cotton's, gaze practically begging for release. After a moment of consideration, the shepherd cookie leaned down and gently captured Cocoa's lips with her own, silencing the moan that came a moment later when Cotton planted the point of her knee atop the futa's nutsack before pressing firmly down, squashing them nicely against the couch cushion. Just above her newly flattened balls, Cocoa's length spurted out fresh batches of precum which splattered against Cotton's thigh.
When the two finally broke the kiss, panting from the lack of air, Cotton gave her partner a smug grin.
"Do you wanna cum, Cocoa?" She inquired, shifting her knee around to further rearrange the twin orbs being crushed beneath her.
The futa nodded hurriedly, desperately. Laughing lightly, Cotton reached a hand down to grasp the painfully neglected cock jutting up before her. However, just when her fingers had ghosted over the throbbing, precum-slick length...
\*Knock knock knock!\*
"Hello?! Cocoa?! It's Snow Sugar and Eclair! Can we come in?!"
The slightly muffled voice of one Snow Sugar Cookie sounded from the door. Both semi-nude cookies froze instantly. Cocoa merely stared blankly at Cotton before the shepherd, who'd pushed herself standing when Snow Sugar had knocked, lightly slapped her balls, gesturing for her to say something.
"O-oh, uh, yes, one moment!" The futa managed, voice only slightly wavering. "J-just, finishing getting ready!"
"Okay!" Came the reply, a moment later.
Working quickly, Cotton quickly stuffed her sizable tits back into her dress before buttoning it back up, hurriedly gesturing from Cocoa to get dressed. The darker cookie swiftly grabbed her clothes, but just before putting them on, turned back to Cotton.
"Are you...maybe later...can we...?" As she stumbled over her words, she vaguely gestured towards her swollen cock and even more swollen balls. Cotton got the message and smiled before nodding slightly.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Cocoa quickly set to work putting her clothes back on, making sure she was presentable (and by that, meaning her erection wasn't poking through her dress) before going to let the others in. Just before she could though, she felt a hand on her shoulder as Cotton muttered a quick, "Wait."
Confused, Cocoa turned to face her.
\*WHUMP!\*
The futa's hips jerked back and she let out a squeak as Cotton slammed a thunderous knee into her balls, her dress providing exactly zero protection from the incredibly powerful blow. Letting out a keening moan, Cocoa's body tilted forward till her chin rested on Cotton's bosom, eyes squinting in pain and legs quivering as they struggled to support her own weight.
"W-wha...what..."
Leaning her head down, Cotton kissed the stuttering cookie on the cheek. "That was just a little something to tide you over for now, okay?" She spoke, expression cheery as she drew her knee back, allowing the futa to stumble back a step and clutch her no-doubt aching balls. "Now why don't you go let the others in? I'll go fix some cocoa." With that, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, hips swaying with each step as if purposely shaking her ass for Cocoa to ogle. And ogle she did. Even curled over in pain as she was, she could still appreciate a good ass.
An ass she'd probably, hopefully, have bouncing on her cock (or more likely, on her balls) in a few hours. Either way, she couldn't wait.
Once Cotton had disappeared from view, Cocoa took a deep breath before standing up straight. The nauseating pain had faded into a more bearable ache by then, which was a lot easier to hide. The less questions asked, the better.
And so, she walked over to her front door, taking a deep breath before opening it and quickly ushering Snow Sugar and Eclair inside and out of the snow. After sending the both of them towards the kitchen, Cocoa closed the door, absentmindedly pressing her still-throbbing erection down as she prepared herself for what was definitely going to feel like the longest get-together of her life.
