Pink Choco Cookie parted the curtains to the mysterious tent, peering in through the darkness. Inside there was a thick mist of cinnamon sugar and the only lights were dim candles that seemed to dance in the eerie glow of the tent. Before she could ask who was inside the tent, a shadowy figure spoke to her from deep within.
 
"Step forward, traveler!" they spoke, "Come and seek your eestiny!"
 
Pink Choco narrowed her eyes on the figure, "Cinnamon Cookie? Is that you? It sounds like your voice."
 
The figure, despite being shrouded in darkness, seemed visibly shocked, "U-uh, perhaps! It may be, or it may not be, why not step forward and find out?"
 
Pink Choco rolled her eyes, but came closer. The curtains closed behind her and the flames of the candles grew brighter, illuminating the entire misty tent with their otherworldly light. Much to her non-surprise, sitting at the table was Cinnamon Cookie, but he was dressed in a strange silky garb befitting an Arabian fortune teller. It seemed fitting, at least.
 
"What do you seek, traveler?" Cinnamon Cookie said, still trying his best to seem mysterious, "Be it a blessing? A fortune? A hex upon your foes?"
 
Pink Choco sat down at the table and said, "Well, I need to know something. It's about my, uh," she hesitated, then found the words, "My love life. I'm tired of being left alone! I'm a guardian of love and harmony, I need to know if I'm going to find my true love soon, or if I'm destined to be alone forever."
 
"Yes! A fortune for the lover!" Cinnamon Cookie laughed, throwing his hands into the air. A dozen cards flew from the folds of his silken outfit and into the air where they shuffled into a neatly stacked deck that landed right between them. "Let's see what the cards have to say about your fate, weary lover."
 
He flipped the first card of the deck, revealing an image that looked like Pink Choco herself! It was a cookie maiden dressed in pink and chocolate, looking distressed as she held out her hands to a heart that seemed to be fleeing her. Cinnamon Cookie nodded sagely.
 
"Ah yes, the Pining Pink Maiden." He said, "It represents you."
 
He flipped the next card, showing what seemed to be a donut. A cinnamon-y donut that had puffs of sugar coming off of it. Cinnamon Cookie looked excited.
 
"The Cinnamon Donut!" He said, "This card is representative of your destiny. It's very important, but not as important as your final card..."
 
He flipped the last, and it showed a truly bizarre image. It was of a fortune teller with their arms raised up and cards in the air above them. The fortune teller's stomach was bizarrely large and had a marking of a skull and crossbones on it. Cinnamon Cookie smiled wide.
 
"Ahhh yes, The Digesting Diviner. It all makes sense now." He said.
 
Pink Choco, however, seemed to be much less understanding of the situation.
 
"I don't get it, what do these other two cards me--MMPH!"
 
While Pink Choco stared at the cards, Cinnamon Cookie took advantage of her distraction to quietly turn around in his seat, expose his tanned buns, and shove her face right into his crack! She shouted and flailed around against him, but he was quick to give her a hard gassing to quiet her down.
 
BRRPPPT!
 
Sticky cinnamon sugar gas that smelled simultaneously sour and sweet blasted the pretty pink cookie in the face, making her choke and gag on the fumes. Her struggles grew weaker and Cinnamon Cookie pushed her deeper into his bowels. He sighed dreamily, letting out more gas around her head as she slipped up to her neck into his reeking rectum.
 
"You shouldn't fight destiny, traveler!" He said, nonchalantly farting on her as she slipped deeper, "It will always get you, eheh, in the end!"
 
Pink Choco didn't heed his words, though (or perhaps she didn't hear them because of how deeply she was slurped into his ass), because she kept kicking all the way until her little legs were slurped up as well. Cinnamon Cookie let out a satisfied sigh, but no sooner than he'd finished buttgulping her, another traveler parted the curtains to his tent. He quickly jumped up, pulling up his pants to hide his meal (though his stomach gave it away well enough).
 
"Greetings Traveler!" He said, "How can this humble fortune teller serve you?"
 
Cotton Candy Cookie, either not noticing his distended gut or not caring, stepped into the tent.
 
"Hello Cinnamon! I was wondering if I could have another one of your blessings. The last one made me feel so good!" She said, her voice fluttery and sweet.
 
Cinnamon Cookie smiled wide, "Of course! Come closer, traveler!"
 
Cotton Candy stepped inside and Cinnamon jumped up onto his fortune telling table. He produced two fans from seemingly nowhere and started to dance on the table. It was a particularly saucy belly dance, one that seemed far more feminine than a boy cookie like him should be doing. But Cotton Candy loved it all the same, watching his bloated belly swish about. His little dance was more than enrapturing, though, it was helping him digest his last meal and fast. It was quickly converting Pink Choco into nothing more than gurgles, and then--
 
FRRRRPPPT!
 
Cinnamon Cookie spun about and blasted Cotton Candy with a point blank cinnamon blast from his noisy backside, fluttering her fluffy hair back with it. She seemed to love it despite the smell, and even leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek while he was gassing her.
 
"MWAH! Thank you Cinnamon!" She said, giggling, "I love your blessings so so much!"
 
She placed a coin on the table and skipped off, proudly wearing Cinnamon's butt blast on her body like a fine perfume. Cinnamon flopped down behind his fortune telling table and sighed, resigning to finishing digesting whatever was left of Pink Choco and adding her to the "Mysterious Mist" in his tent.
 
"Another satisfied customer~"