Title: Breakfast 7 - Fruity Pebbles Author: BreakfastAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/mn71df8E First Edit: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:32:45 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:52:12 PM CDT >On this day, you feel odd. >Odd physically and odd mentally. >Physically as in your body just feels weird and mentally as in you are very conflicted. >Mostly with your moth-mate. >Usually, the two of you slept at opposite sides of your bed. However, you woke up in the middle of the night to find her curled up in your embrace. >It may have been fully in sleep, but she was the submissive one. >You find it odd to think of her that way. >And you are conflicted. >Also, the second bowl of Fruity Pebbles isn't nearly as good as the first. Actually, the first wasn't really good either. >The moth sitting next to you notices your disgusted expression. >"It's not that bad." >You simply stare at her. "You can be the judge of it; I'm done." >Conveniently, you had finished the Pebbles at that moment. In the bowl now is just the milk, a few Pebbles and the excess sugar. >It'll probably be worse for her than it was for you. >Her eyes harden. >Wait, did you just challenge her? >No going back. You're in over your head. >She picks up the bowl, still staring directly into your eyes. Her tongue enters the milk as she drinks. >You try to keep your eyes to hers, but her tongue is the only thing moving, so your gaze is drawn toward it. >That tongue has been in your stomach. >... Your mental anguish has increased. >Your eyes shoot back up to hers as the milk is almost gone. >And she finishes it without taking her eyes off you. >No pain at all. You lost again. >"Anon." >You really need to stop putting yourself in these situations. Reluctantly, you answer. "Y-yes?" >"You were right." >... >What? >... >No, seriously. >"That cereal is far too sugary. I say we avoid it from now on." >She... admitted to being wrong. >Your heart gets a bit lighter in your chest. "I'd be fine with that." >It was a better day than usual.