Title:           Breakfast 22 - Buttered Pancakes
Author:          BreakfastAnon
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First Edit:      Monday 22nd of December 2014 10:22:54 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 22nd of December 2014 10:50:34 PM CDT

>Searing pain.
>Great agony.
>... It's just a minor headache.
>Still, you wake up with a headache.
>And you're in the middle of the hallway.
>You begin to recall yesterday's happenings as you get to your feet.
>A blanket falls off you.
>...
>You suppose that's why you weren't cold, you had a blanket.
>You certainly don't remember putting it on yourself, but...
>Actually, Shimmer may have put it on you. As you recall she was more tame than...
>Then you recall... some of the things you did.
>Mainly, the... mouth-to-mouth.
>You feel the heat rushing to your head; every other part of your body is like ice.
>There's no way she would forget that.
>She wasn't crazy when it happened.
>... Though, when she was crazy, she was crazier than you.
>The two of you did many impressive things.
>Also some things you regret.
>... Actually, just that one.
>You really weren't thinking.
>... Trying to pick up her tongue with yours?
>Really?
>You groan and you move toward the kitchen.
>You should probably look for Shimmer, but you'll prepare breakfast first.
>To be honest, you'd rather avoid seeing her today.
>Or ever again.
>You would die of embarrassment.
>You step into the kitchen.
>Then freeze.
>She's already there, cooking something on the stove.
>She turns to face you.
>"Oh, Anon, I was expecting you to sleep a bit longer."
"I feel like I should have."
>...
"Slept longer, I mean."
>Her expression deadpans.
>"Obviously."
>Good start.
"So," you're quick to get away from that mess, "what're you making?"
>She turns back to the stove with a spatula in her hoof.
>"Pancakes."
>... You don't remember having pancake mix.
>Whatever, pancakes are great, so you aren't complaining.
>You walk over to her, eager to see her progress.
>There is one made and one on the pan.
>The bowl of batter is empty.
>It's like she doubts your eating ability.
>Then you take a good look at the pancakes.
>They're a bit on the large side, but mainly...
"They're so fluffy!"
 
>She turns to you.
>Did you just scare her?
>Well, you can check that off... Wait, you did that all of yesterday.
>Oatmeal is weird.
>"Of course they're fluffy. They're better this way."
>She says it as though she's had pancakes before.
>"... Though, most of those times, I drank it as a shake, because..." She turns back the pan, flipping the now-cooked pancake onto the plate. "The whole, eating solids thing."
>She slides the plate and the butter to you.
>Then she looks up to you. Her eyes are filled with wonder.
>You'll try not to accidentally insult her, like you did with the muffins.
>You take as little time as you can spreading butter on the pancake, and you take a bite.
>An explosion of partially cooked goodness topped with a little bit of butter goes off in your mouth.
>It's so good.
>It's not gooey but it's not overcooked.
>You can't help but release an overjoyed sigh.
>Your eyes glance over to Shimmer.
>She's ecstatic.
>You continue eating until the outside is gone.
>Then you get to the inside.
>It's slightly gooey but not in a gross way.
>It tastes even better than the rest.
>Your moan of ecstasy is louder this time.
>...
>You finish the pancakes and turn to Shimmer, wrapping her in a tight hug.
>"I'm guessing you liked them."
>Her tone was slightly smug, but that's fine by you. With pancakes like that, she can be smug if she wants to be.
"They were amazing."
>She pulls away from you and stares into your eyes.
>She licks her lips.
>"Good. I can't wait to taste them."
>Oh, right...
>Before you can even react, her mouth is on yours.
>Her tongue has already made its way into your mouth.
>... You feel her tongue brush against yours.
>She sharply inhales and freezes.
>Neither of you move.
>So, she can't just ignore everything.
>... Meaning she remembers what you did.
>Oh no...
>She slowly makes her way to the back of your mouth, recoiling every time she accidentally touches something.
 
>...
>The feeding itself goes without anything interesting.
>... Though, afterward, the two of you are reduced to blushing piles of embarrassment.
>Neither of you look at the other.
>This... is going to be difficult to escape from.
>... You have something to clean, right?
>... You'll make something up.
"A-anyway, I uh..." you pause. "I have to go... clean the... bedroom. You know, all that dust."
>You turn toward the hall.
>"Anon."
>Your heart beats faster.
>"... About the oatmeal..."
>It's happening.
>You turn back to her.
"What about it?"
>She looks to your feet and rubs her foreleg.
>"Oatmeal... amplifies the body and mind."
>... That would make sense.
>"... However, it doesn't create."
>That... doesn't.
"What?"
>"Well... I did some research, and..."
>She hesitates.
>Whatever she has to say, she's conflicted on saying.
>"It increases physical capabilities and amplifies emotions, but it doesn't make you do things you'd never do by choice."
>You don't see where she's going with this.
"Yeah, and...?"
>You can practically see steam coming off her face.
>"The whole... tongue... thing..."
>...
>You wish you still didn't know where she was going with this.
>She now thinks you were making out with her by choice.
>You weren't!
>... Right?
>She had to feed, that's all.
>... Though, you remember feeling extremely hot while doing that.
>About as hot as you feel right now.
>You have to diffuse this.
>...
>You can't speak.
>There's a lump caught in your throat.
>You can't.
>...
>You can't!
>She looks into your eyes.
>She's smirking...
>"If you really wanted to do that," she brushes against you as she passes by, "all you needed to do was ask~"
>She leaves the room.
>You burst into flames and melt away.
>GOOD END.
>... Actually, you just fall to the floor. Luckily, you land softly.
>You lay there for an unknown amount of time.
>... It's time for you to gather your thoughts and feelings.