//Pastry speaks on her bad case of comphet, and Raisin decides to help her with it.//
Quiet steps echoed through the marble halls as Pastry cookie walked through the church, examining the stained glass windows that illuminated ranges of colors as it aligned with the sun. Her headpiece shimmered everytime she walked past them, twinkling and flickering as it followed the light source.
Half lidded eyes stared blankly ahead of her as her thoughts took over her consciousness. She had a problem with zoning out, but with her long life in the church, she never had to deal with bumping into anything for she knew it by heart. That's what she had thought proudly before stumbling into a plant sitting atop of a pillar next to a room.
Pastry cookie cursed under her breath as she caught the wobbling plant and placed it back in its spot on the pillar. She examined the room the plant guarded and muttered, "Whats this...?"
A hesitant hand gripped at the knob, before her gloves squeaked at a quick turn. She walked into the room and closed it behind her with a soft click, examining the decor chosen for the room. A couch, a desk, books scattered everywhere, red theme with golden accents on furniture.
"I've never seen this room before..." she whispered.
"Pastry cookie?"
The sudden voice made her jump, loading her crossbow and aiming it towards where she heard it. Her tense muscles relaxed once she processed who had spoken her name.
"Black raisin cookie. I apologize, you caught me by surprise." Pastry cleared her throat before she took the arrow from her crossbow out. "What are you doing here?"
The other cookie walked over from the corner where she hid, the black bird that stood on her wrist moving to her shoulder. "I've been in here for a while. That one lady said I could stay here for a little bit since I couldn't find anywhere else."
"You came here for shelter?" Pastry asked, followed by a nod from the other.
"One of my birds had gotten injured." Black raisin said with a sigh. The bird on her shoulder had flown out of a small window placed high in the room. "Hey!- damn it..." she mumbled.
"I understand. Stay as long as you'd like, the church is as welcoming as can be." Pastry smiled and pressed her hands together, bowing her head. Black Raisin nodded with a small smile before she turned her head towards the window.
"So..." she began. "What do you do here? I don't imagine it being very fun and lively when you're in a church everyday..."
Pastry hummed as she took a tray with jellies on it from a table, "I was born into religion, so I've never found it boring. This is just how I live. I pray, help the sisters, and just do normal daily things...Sometimes I'll go out and deal with nuisances the sisters have spoken of, but that's rare."
Black raisin sat down on the couch, watching Pastry bring the tray to her and place it on the table in front of them. She sat down next to her and watched her take a jelly from the tray. "Born into it? Don't you get bored of being trapped inside all day?" Black raisin asked.
"I've devoted my life to the church." Pastry said proudly. "I am not bothered by the restriction from being apart of it."
"I see..." the other mumbled. Pastry leaned back and fidgeted with her crossbow, sliding her thumb against the shiny metal. "Though..."
This caught Black Raisin's attention.
"I do worry about my identity and how the church has impacted it." She said. "I always believe I'm being dramatic, but the church likes to believe that I should look out for a lover to further religion."
"Further religion?" Black raisin muttered.
Pastry nodded and sat up straight. "Is it a sinful thing for me to admit that I do not want to look for a man?"
The two sat in silence before Black Raisin began, "No, no it's not....I don't like men either."
"W-Wait-" Pastry stammered. "No that's not the issue...I like men..It's just I do not see myself being with one."
A silence followed for a while after she spoke.
"I apologize for talking about this. Im confused and I've kept this to myself for a while." Pastry sighed. Black raisin began, "Would you like me to help?" The purple haired girl turned red as she processed her words.
"Help..?"
"Yeah. Would you like me to help you figure out? I think you don't like men, but you're in denial."
"That'd be great. But..." she cleared her throat. "How are you going to help me? I cannot do much about it.."
Black Raisin shuffled herself next to Pastry, pressing her one hand against her thigh and leaning her face towards her.
"Like this."
"Oh..." Pastry had steam coming out of her from how flushed she had become. Black Raisin took her small nod as a cue, moving her body to move into her lap and slowly inch her face towards hers.
The two shared their breaths as they stared into each other's eyes. Black Raisin pressed her lips against Pastry's, feeling how soft they were against hers. As she shared a kiss with her, she used her hand to grab onto her hips and roll her own into her thigh, a small moan escaping her lips.
The more she rocked her hips the closer to her crotch she got. The two grew sloppy, drool running down their chins and moans escaping their lips when they parted for their tongues to meet.
Black raisin parted from Pastry, listening to their pants overlap. Pastry's hair had become messy, her head piece slowly slipping from its place from how rough they were. "Take off your pants..." Pastry whispered, grabbing her hips.
Black Raisin complied though shocked from the sudden command, removing whatever hid her bottom half from view. Pastry threw herself into a laying position on the couch and removed her leggings, rolling up her dress.
She lined herself up with Black Raisin, letting her place her only hand onto her hip and rocking back and forth. Black Raisin whimpered at the sudden movement, letting Pastry press her clit against hers. She leaned towards her and began to move her hips at the same time at Pastry, her mind growing blank as the satisfaction rotted it away.
"Nngh..." pastry whined, her hips buckling at certain movements against her sensitive clit. Black Raisin began to go rougher against her, her nails digging into her hips. Pastry's hips raised as she gripped Black Raisin's cape, groaning with satisfaction. "A-Agh...! Black Raisin- Gh- shit...!-" her nails began to rip at her back.
"Fuck..Haah.." Black Raisin panted, her hips rocking into Pastry and furthering her climax. Her breath was hot, tickling Pastry's ear, "I'm going to- ngh- fuck-" the feeling of near climax fried her brain to not being able to speak.
Pastry slurred her words, small moans and whines and pleads for more barely being audible with how blank her mind had gotten. She weakly gripped Black Raisin's cape, moans escaping with every hit against her clit that sent her over the edge.
"I'm...I'm gonna...Haah..." she mumbled.
She then threw her head back, her back arching at the sudden orgasm that hit her. Black Raisin climaxed, feeling the warm fluids from inside the both of them mix, creating deep marks from her nail.
Pastry slowly looked back at Black Raisin, her body twitching, her breath shaky.
Black Raisin huffed as she parted with her, watching their fluids spill onto the couch. She sat down and caught her breathe, wiping the sweat from her face.
Pastry sat up and rubbed her head, noticing her large head piece fell off while the two were..busy. "..Wow.." she mumbled.
"Have you made up your mind yet?" Black Raisin smiled as she pulled up her pants and started to clean up the mess.
"...Perhaps..."
