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# Breakfast - Pancakes

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1. >Searing pain.
2. >Great agony.
3. >... It's just a minor headache.
4. >Still, you wake up with a headache.
5. >And you're in the middle of the hallway.
6. >You begin to recall yesterday's happenings as you get to your feet.
7. >A blanket falls off you.
8. >...
9. >You suppose that's why you weren't cold, you had a blanket.
10. >You certainly don't remember putting it on yourself, but...
11. >Actually, Shimmer may have put it on you. As you recall she was more tame than...
12. >Then you recall... some of the things you did.
13. >Mainly, the... mouth-to-mouth.
14. >You feel the heat rushing to your head; every other part of your body is like ice.
15. >There's no way she would forget that.
16. >She wasn't crazy when it happened.
17. >... Though, when she was crazy, she was crazier than you.
18. >The two of you did many impressive things.
19. >Also some things you regret.
20. >... Actually, just that one.
21. >You really weren't thinking.
22. >... Trying to pick up her tongue with yours?
23. >Really?
24. >You groan and you move toward the kitchen.
25. >You should probably look for Shimmer, but you'll prepare breakfast first.
26. >To be honest, you'd rather avoid seeing her today.
27. >Or ever again.
28. >You would die of embarrassment.
29. >You step into the kitchen.
30. >Then freeze.
31. >She's already there, cooking something on the stove.
32. >She turns to face you.
33. >"Oh, Anon, I was expecting you to sleep a bit longer."
34. "I feel like I should have."
35. >...
36. "Slept longer, I mean."
37. >Her expression deadpans.
38. >"Obviously."
39. >Good start.
40. "So," you're quick to get away from that mess, "what're you making?"
41. >She turns back to the stove with a spatula in her hoof.
42. >"Pancakes."
43. >... You don't remember having pancake mix.
44. >Whatever, pancakes are great, so you aren't complaining.
45. >You walk over to her, eager to see her progress.
46. >There is one made and one on the pan.
47. >The bowl of batter is empty.
48. >It's like she doubts your eating ability.
49. >Then you take a good look at the pancakes.
50. >They're a bit on the large side, but mainly...
51. "They're so fluffy!"
52. >She turns to you.
53. >Did you just scare her?
54. >Well, you can check that off... Wait, you did that all of yesterday.
55. >Oatmeal is weird.
56. >"Of course they're fluffy. They're better this way."
57. >She says it as though she's had pancakes before.
58. >"... 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."
59. >She slides the plate and the butter to you.
60. >Then she looks up to you. Her eyes are filled with wonder.
61. >You'll try not to accidentally insult her, like you did with the muffins.
62. >You take as little time as you can spreading butter on the pancake, and you take a bite.
63. >An explosion of partially cooked goodness topped with a little bit of butter goes off in your mouth.
64. >It's so good.
65. >It's not gooey but it's not overcooked.
66. >You can't help but release an overjoyed sigh.
67. >Your eyes glance over to Shimmer.
68. >She's ecstatic.
69. >You continue eating until the outside is gone.
70. >Then you get to the inside.
71. >It's slightly gooey but not in a gross way.
72. >It tastes even better than the rest.
73. >Your moan of ecstasy is louder this time.
74. >...
75. >You finish the pancakes and turn to Shimmer, wrapping her in a tight hug.
76. >"I'm guessing you liked them."
77. >Her tone was slightly smug, but that's fine by you. With pancakes like that, she can be smug if she wants to be.
78. "They were amazing."
79. >She pulls away from you and stares into your eyes.
80. >She licks her lips.
81. >"Good. I can't wait to taste them."
82. >Oh, right...
83. >Before you can even react, her mouth is on yours.
84. >Her tongue has already made its way into your mouth.
85. >... You feel her tongue brush against yours.
86. >She sharply inhales and freezes.
87. >Neither of you move.
88. >So, she can't just ignore everything.
89. >... Meaning she remembers what you did.
90. >Oh no...
91. >She slowly makes her way to the back of your mouth, recoiling every time she accidentally touches something.
92. >...
93. >The feeding itself goes without anything interesting.
94. >... Though, afterward, the two of you are reduced to blushing piles of embarrassment.
95. >Neither of you look at the other.
96. >This... is going to be difficult to escape from.
97. >... You have something to clean, right?
98. >... You'll make something up.
99. "A-anyway, I uh..." you pause. "I have to go... clean the... bedroom. You know, all that dust."
100. >You turn toward the hall.
101. >"Anon."
102. >Your heart beats faster.
103. >"... About the oatmeal..."
104. >It's happening.
105. >You turn back to her.
106. "What about it?"
107. >She looks to your feet and rubs her foreleg.
108. >"Oatmeal... amplifies the body and mind."
109. >... That would make sense.
110. >"... However, it doesn't create."
111. >That... doesn't.
112. "What?"
113. >"Well... I did some research, and..."
114. >She hesitates.
115. >Whatever she has to say, she's conflicted on saying.
116. >"It increases physical capabilities and amplifies emotions, but it doesn't make you do things you'd never do by choice."
117. >You don't see where she's going with this.
118. "Yeah, and...?"
119. >You can practically see steam coming off her face.
120. >"The whole... tongue... thing..."
121. >...
122. >You wish you still didn't know where she was going with this.
123. >She now thinks you were making out with her by choice.
124. >You weren't!
125. >... Right?
126. >She had to feed, that's all.
127. >... Though, you remember feeling extremely hot while doing that.
128. >About as hot as you feel right now.
129. >You have to diffuse this.
130. >...
131. >You can't speak.
132. >There's a lump caught in your throat.
133. >You can't.
134. >...
135. >You can't!
136. >She looks into your eyes.
137. >She's smirking...
138. >"If you really wanted to do that," she brushes against you as she passes by, "all you needed to do was ask~"
139. >She leaves the room.
140. >You burst into flames and melt away.
141. >GOOD END.
142. >... Actually, you just fall to the floor. Luckily, you land softly.
143. >You lay there for an unknown amount of time.
144. >... It's time for you to gather your thoughts and feelings.

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>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.