Smashing Pumpkins (A Cookie Run Kingdom fic)

***A/N: Had to rush this one a bit to get it out on Halloween, but I did it! This is another futa story, featuring cookies (again). What can I say, I'm on a streak, apparently. Again, pics of the two characters will be linked in the first comment cause if I put them in the story, it's gets deleted on sight, apparently.***

***Anyways, onto the story!***



It was Halloween time in the Cookie Kingdom once again. Leaves were falling, decoration were set up, and...





\*Whump!\*





Pumpkin’s eyes bulged cartoonishly as the point of Blackberry’s shoe dug into her cloth-covered sack, pinning one unfortunate orb to her pelvis while the other narrowly slipped out of the way. Her hips jerked back from the blow, her lips parting slightly in surprise at the sudden influx of agony erupting from her groin.





“Oooh, t-that… that was a g-good one.” Pumpkin complimented, voice sounding a pitch or two higher than it had previously.





“Was it?” Blackberry replied, one eyebrow raised as she brought her leg back down from between the futa’s thighs. “I was under the impression that it usually only takes one or two kicks to a cookie's genitals to bring them down, yet you’ve taken near a dozen already and are still standing.”





“I’m s-something of a special case.” Pumpkin replied, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “But to be honest, I think most cookies you meet would be able to take a least a few hits to the groin before falling.”





“Hmm. I will keep that in mind.” Blackberry replied, nodding as she swung her foot back up once more.





\*Whud!\*





“Ah!”





...and Blackberry Cookie, the maid and caretaker of the young Onion cookie, was in the home of one Pumpkin Pie Cookie, kicking said cookie's testicles into her throat.





The maid couldn't help but mentally sigh, thankful she'd had the foresight to leave her young charge at home in the care of Adventurer Cookie. To be fair, of all the ways she'd been expecting the day to go, ending up repeatedly striking Pumpkin Pie in her 'pumpkins' hadn't even been on the list.





She'd merely been expecting to meet up with the eccentric Pumpkin Pie to discuss some things, but then the maid caught sight of a prominent pantie-clad bulge between Pie's legs when she'd curtsied and now here she was, winding up her foot to smash once more into the futa's steadily-swelling nutsack.





\*Thud!\*





“Oof!”





Pie grunted, grimacing slightly as she folded over once more around the elegant foot lodged painfully in her sack.





“O-oh dear witches.” She moaned, her cock throbbing heavily against the cloth confines of her panties as her balls throbbed in tandem.





Blackberry swallowed thickly as she slowly lowered her foot. “I must say, this really isn’t something a proper lady should be doing.”





Pumpkin chuckled lightly. “And yet you’re still-“ \*Whump!\* “-urg!” She grunted lightly, teeth grit as she was forced to her toes via another powerful boot to the groin from the maid before her. “…doing it\~” She squeaked, voice a few pitches higher than it’d been moments before.





“Indeed.” Blackberry replied, expression deadpan as she kept Pumpkin suspended rather painfully atop her foot for a few moments longer than strictly necessary before dropping her leg. The futa stumbled back a step, her expression displaying a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, which was further accentuated by the droplets of precum that were starting to leak through the front of her panties.





“Though I will admit,” Blackberry continued, looking almost ashamed of herself. “I am... beginning to understand the appeal.”





Pumpkin, having gotten her breath back, gave a maid a wobbly smirk. “See? I told ya you wo-" \*Thud!\* “-ooooooould.” The futa moaned, having been interrupted once more by another swift kick to the pumpkins, her twin orbs flattening between Blackberry’s shoe and her own pelvis.





“One would think being snarky to the cookie causing your genitals such pain would be ill-advised.” The maid remarked, one eyebrow raised as she stared at the panting, agonized futa before her.





"D-don't threaten me with a good time." Pumpkin managed to reply, winking at Blackberry. The maid, despite herself, found a slight blush rising to her cheeks. She took a breath to settle herself before swinging her foot hard up between the futa’s thighs, the toe of her shoe pointed directly upward.





\*Crunch!\*





Pie let out a pained squeal as her right nut caught the full force of the kick, the lone nard squashing painfully against her pelvis while Lefty managed to squirm out of the way.





This final blow was finally enough to topple the futa, dropping her to her knees as she hunched over in pain, panting heavily as she clasped her gonads with both hands. She stayed like that for a few moments, eyes squeezed shut as the agony rolled through her in waves, before the rustling of cloth and the sound of something lightly hitting the floor caused her to look up, her eyes widening as she did so.





Blackberry had almost entirely disrobed, her maid outfit laying a short distance away, her perky, c-cup tits on full display. As Pumpkin watched, Blackberry slowly slid her panties down her legs, kicking the soaked undergarments off, all the while her neutral expression remained on her face like a mask.





“I have a few hours before I must see to young Onion again.” She spoke, almost like an invitation. “How much time do you have, Miss Pie?”





The futa grinned. “All night, sister.”