A wet, echoing THMP reverberates from the screen. When it flickers on, Shadow Milk Cookie is already deep in chaos—torso slumped forward, arms limp against the wall, hips completely and utterly trapped in a Cookie-sized hole. His breath comes in soft, shaking gasps. His face is flushed. His expression? Utterly undone.

Shadow Milk Cookie (breathless): “Ah—Vanilla…! I-I thought I could just slide through, slip in nice and easy—mmhh—but this wall…”

He shudders as he tries to move, hips grinding instinctively against the stone.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “…It gripped me. It held me. And now it’s not letting go. Oohh~ and it feels so... good.”

He arches, back twitching as his coattails flutter with each soft, involuntary motion.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “It’s hugging me from all sides, squeezing every little inch... nghh—so firmly. So tight. Every time I wiggle, it presses harder—like it’s teasing me. Like it knows what it's doing~”

His voice lowers, eyes dark with delight as he moans faintly.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “I should hate this. I should be begging you to pull me out… but Vanilla, it feels too good. The pressure, the heat, the way it’s got me so stuck—nnnnghh~!”

He presses his cheek to the wall, licking his lips, utterly shameless.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “You’re standing there, watching me squirm, and you’re not helping? Saints above… You love seeing me like this, don’t you? All helpless. All flushed. All… needy.”

He shivers, groaning again, hips giving a subtle roll into the wall.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Mmmh~ every second I stay trapped, it just gets better. It’s like the wall’s embracing me. Worshiping me. Claiming me. And I… I might let it.”

A long, slow sigh escapes his lips, laced with teasing pleasure.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “So go ahead, Vanilla. Be gentle. Or be rough. Tug me free, or push me even deeper. But do it soon… before I start purring for this wall instead of you.”