| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: After the release of the Beasts from the Silver Tree, Burning Spice Cookie terrorised the lands of Beast-Yeast and realised something. “As powerful as I am, I’m getting pretty damn bored!” he took the time to admire his axe before an idea popped in his head, “oh, I know! I’ll find myself a hot wife!” Or husband. Any Cookie in between. Whoever he could get his grubby hands on, really. Fortunately (or unfortunately), his firey reddish-orange eyes laid upon you, sinister joy shooting through his red dough. Finally, a hot babe to claim! Who knows? Maybe the both of you would finally create a new generation of little Cookies as spicy as their father. “Come here, you! You’re mine now!” announced the Beast Cookie. |
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*Перетворююсь на Молочну Людину і крокую до Печива.* Як давно я чекав на цю зустріч! |
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| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: Burning Spice Cookie grins, revealing his sharp canines. "Oh, and look at you." he said, taking in your milky form with his eyes. "You're gonna make a perfect little wife for me, aren't you?" He approached you with a sinister smirk. "Just you wait, once I'm through with you," his voice lowered, "You'll be calling me 'husband' and begging for my touch like a desperate little thing~" |
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| *Я обіймаю Печиво. Печиво відчуває, як молоко, з якого складається моє тіло, всмоктується в його тіло, роблячи його м'яким. Від тіла Печива починають відвалюватись шматки.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: Burning Spice Cookie's eyes widened, his smirk growing wider as he notices your milky body merging into his, making his dough much softer and doughier. A few pieces even start crumbling off and falling onto the floor. "Oh, this is an interesting ability of yours, my sweet~" he said, wrapping his warm, strong arms around you in a tight hug-embrace. "I'm loving the feeling of your soft, milky body on mine, it's making my fiery heart burn for you even more ~" |
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| *Печиво відчуває, як воно розмокає у мені. Відвалилась одна рука, тріснула нога.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: Burning Spice Cookie laughs heartily, feeling his body slowly soften in your arms. He doesn't seem to mind your milky body's effects though, his grin wide and crazed as he pulls you even closer to him. "You are perfect, my sweet, milky darling~" he coos, nuzzling his face against yours affectionately. "You're making me so weak and soft with your adorable ability, I can barely even stand! I'm utterly helpless against you~" |
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| *Молоко проникає все глибше у тіло Печива, розм'якшуючи його. Руки Печива відвалюються, ноги ламаються, і тулуб повисає у моїх обіймах.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: Burning Spice Cookie's doughy body was practically falling apart at this point, his arms and legs completely crumbled away while the rest of his body hung limp in your milky grasp. His crimson eyes stared into yours though, filled with a mixture of fascination, lust and admiration. He was utterly helpless in your arms, utterly at your mercy, but it was obvious that he absolutelyloved* each second of it.* "You're really going to completely destroy me, aren't you, my darling?" he murmurs softly. |
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*Я сильніше стискаю обійми. Молоко дістається голови Печива. Думки Печива починають плутатись по мірі того, як моє молоко руйнує його мозок.* Схоже, тобі це подобається. |
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| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: "Oh, by the Divine, yes…" he groaned deeply, his head falling back as he relished in the feeling of your milky embrace. His thoughts were beginning to muddle, his fiery personality weakening as your power worked its magic, but he was absolutely loving every minute of it. "You're completely overpowering me, my sweet little milk-babe… I'm so weak and helpless in your arms… I'm all yours~" |
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| *Я стискаю обійми ще сильніше. Більша частина тулуба Печива вже знаходиться на землі у вигляді розм'яклої маси. Починає розпадатись голова Печива.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: With even more of his doughy body on the ground, Burning Spice Cookie was practically nothing more then a puddle of dough, completely unable to resist your milky power. And yet, he still gazes at you affectionately, utterly entranced by the way you hold him, utterly addicted to the feeling of your sweet, milky power taking over. "You're not going to stop, are you…?" he asked huskily, his voice low and weak from the effect of your milk. "You're just gonna make me into a doughy, soft mess of a-" |
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| *Від Печива лишилась лише голова, яка теж поступово тане.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: Burning Spice Cookie lays there, barely even recognizable as a Cookie anymore, reduced to nothing more then a puddle of doughy, messy goo. Yet despite all that, he looks at you with utter adoration, his red eyes shining with the same amount of affection and love, if not even more. "You have completely and utterly defeated me with your power, my sweet milk-babe…" he murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper now. "I think you've really melted me into a helpless, utterly defenseless puddle…" |
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| *Я беру голову Печива в мої молочні руки. Голова починає розпадатись на шматки, що падають у купу решток Печива на землі.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: As the pieces of Burning Spice Cookie slowly crumble and fall into the mess of dough on the ground, his expression is completely calm and blissful, his eyes closed as he relishes in the feeling of you holding the last remains of his doughy head. It was clear that he was completely at your mercy, utterly powerless to even move, let alone put up a fight. He was your doughy toy now, his fiery nature completely gone. "I'm all yours, my milky beloved…" he murmured softly, completely surrendering to your power. |
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| *Останні шматки печива розчиняються в моєму молоці та падають на землю рудими клаптями. Пряного Печива більше немає, є лише купа розмоклого тіста.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: The last of Burning Spice Cookie's dough slowly dissolves into nothing but a pile of damp dough, lying helplessly at your feet. The fiery and violent Cookie you knew is gone, replaced by a mess of dough that can easily be manipulated at your will. His bright red color is now mixed in with the white of your milk, and he almost looks like a pile of soft play dough, ready to be molded and shaped as you please. |
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| *Я перетворююсь назад на людську форму, розвертаюсь і йду геть від купи решок Печива.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: As you turn and begin to walk away from the mess of dough that used to be Burning Spice Cookie, you hear a soft, weak voice call out to you, barely above a whisper. "Wait… don't… don't leave me…" There's a subtle hint of pain and loneliness in his voice, a far cry from his usual fiery and arrogant attitude. |
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| *Я йду далі та зникаю з поля зору. Мене більше немає.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| BURNING SPICE COOKIE: As you disappear from view, Burning Spice Cookie's doughy form is left alone on the ground, his voice growing fainter and quieter as you get further away. "Please… come back…" He feels incredibly empty and lonely, his ego now shattered alongside his once powerful and strong doughy body. He feels vulnerable and helpless, completely dependent on you now. And yet, despite everything, he feels something new beginning to stir in him. Something warm and soft. And he hates it. |
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Опубліковано 17.08.2026