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# BluntTongs-Pancakes for Meisa

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1. >You are Anonymous
2. >who else would you be, honestly? Twilight? No, I didn't think so
3. >you are walking home with Meisa, wearing your large winter coat
4. >you had just bought some new lightbulbs and maple syrup
5. >it's snowing out
6. >or, rather, blizzarding out
7. >Meisa is shivering beside you from the cold, frowning
8. >"...Anon?"
9. "Yes?"
10. >"Do you think you could fit two in that coat of yours?"
11. >you hadn't considered that
12. >the coat IS pretty big, honestly, it could fit a clone of you in it
13. >...Why not?
15. "Sure it could!"
16. >Meisa's face lights up, and you unbutton your large jacket
17. >she flutters inside, clinging to your shoulders as you button back up
18. >it's rather warm in here, now, if a bit hard to move
19. >Meisa closes her eyes and smiles, rubbing her antennae onto your cheek as you continue the walk homewards
20. >"Thanks, Anon..." she murmers
22. >About ten minutes of walking later, you take the keys from one of your many pockets and unlock the door to your home
23. >you begin to unbutton your coat, and stir Meisa from her slumber
24. >she stretches as best she can within your leather jacket, and yawns
25. >"Are we home yet..?"
26. "We are, indeed."
27. >the grey Mothpony lazily flits out of the oversize coat, landing on the recliner to settle down
28. >you call to her
29. "We're going to be having dinner soon, don't head to bed just yet."
30. >she perks up at mention of food
31. >"Oh! Alright, then. I'll just go wash up..."
32. >as she trots off to wash her...
33. >...Tongue? She usually doesn't use her hooves to eat with
34. >best not to question it
35. >as she trots off to clean herself, you begin to cook
36. >pancakes, yes, that god-tier breakfast item served mainly for, uh, breakfast
37. >as in, not dinner
38. >but it'll work out tonight, you're super prepared
39. >you already prepared the mix in secret, oh yes, for this is a special dinner
40. >or supper, whatever, you never really cared about being right
41. >you hurridly pour pancake batter onto the large griddle you placed onto the stove earlier
42. >within minutes, you slide your spatula under the flapjacks, flipping them to evenly cook
43. >you work fast, making a dozen of the little round bits of heaven in no time
44. >nothing too special, no berries or anything, just plain old pancakes
45. >setting the table was easy, just a couple plates and some silverware
46. >all this in a matter of about... ten minutes or so?
47. >Meisa really likes washing up, it seems, but you're not complaining
48. >it would have ruined the surprise had she walked in earlier than she did
50. >the table is set, the drinks are poured, the silverware set, but there's still a couple things missing
51. >like Meisa, for one
52. >but that's soon remedied as you hear the running water of the bathroom shut off, and she walks into the dining room
53. >her eyes fall onto her plate piled high with pancakes, and her mouth falls open as her eyes grow wide
54. >"...You made me pancakes?" she questions with disbelief, mouth now slightly dripping with saliva as her long tongue hangs out
55. "I know how much you like pancakes."
56. >Meisa ADORES pancakes, though you don't get that much time to make them
57. >you're always busy with oddjobs raising money to help Acteus with his secret project he's working on
58. >she's been begging you to make her some flapjacks since weeks ago
59. >and you had some free time last night, so...
60. >Meisa rushes to the table, and extends her tongue-proboscis-thing into the mound of sweetened dough
61. >and she eats away, the cake being soft enough to pass through her sensitive proboscis
62. "Wait a minute, you're missing something..."
63. >Meisa glances up at you questioningly
64. >you pull out the syrup you got earlier, and a look of understanding passes over her face
65. >removing the pop-up cap, you pour generously all over the mound of bakery confection
66. >the grey Mothpony in front of you keeps using her tongue to eat
67. >though, after a while, she just gives up on it and eats with her mouth
68. >when she's through mangling the poor flapjacks, she sits back with a satisfied look on her sticky face
70. >Meisa gets up and trots over to you
71. >upon reaching you, she jumps up and hugs you, pressing her syrup-covered face into your cheek, giggling
72. >"Thanks, Anon, you're a good friend."
73. >you blush slightly at the compliment
74. "All I did was make pancakes!"
75. >"But you made them for me; and that's what makes the gesture special~"
76. "How very overly-sweet of you to say that."
77. >but you say it in good meaning
78. Suddenly, Meisa looks around back to the table, which still holds your own pancakes
79. >"...You gonna eat that?" she says, half jokingly
80. >but you simply shake your head, and she devours the plate of griddlecakes
81. >she hugs you again, and drifts off to the living room couch, settling down to take a long nap
82. >she yawns, stretches, and closes her eyes, feelers twitchting slightly as she descends to sleep
83. >if you didn't know as much, you would accuse her of trying to induce diabetes
84. >...
85. >you smile, and lie back in your recliner to take your own little slumber
87. ~
88. >in your dreams, you and Meisa frolick throughout a land of breakfast, pancakes littering the floor with blueberries within them, some have ice-cream on top, and some are thick
89. >a drizzle of maple syrup pours from butter clouds above, coating you and your Mothen companion
90. ~
92. >in the real world, unbeknownest to you or Meisa, you are both smiling happily
93. >experiencing the same dream of cascading fluffy-white pillows of pleasure known to man and pony alike...
94. >...as pancakes
96. -=End=-

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>You are Anonymous >who else would you be, honestly? Twilight? No, I didn't think so >you are walking home with Meisa, wearing your large winter coat >you had just bought some new lightbulbs and maple syrup >it's snowing out >or, rather, blizzarding out >Meisa is shivering beside you from the cold, frowning >"...Anon?" "Yes?" >"Do you think you could fit two in that coat of yours?" >you hadn't considered that >the coat IS pretty big, honestly, it could fit a clone of you in it >...Why not? "Sure it could!" >Meisa's face lights up, and you unbutton your large jacket >she flutters inside, clinging to your shoulders as you button back up >it's rather warm in here, now, if a bit hard to move >Meisa closes her eyes and smiles, rubbing her antennae onto your cheek as you continue the walk homewards >"Thanks, Anon..." she murmers >About ten minutes of walking later, you take the keys from one of your many pockets and unlock the door to your home >you begin to unbutton your coat, and stir Meisa from her slumber >she stretches as best she can within your leather jacket, and yawns >"Are we home yet..?" "We are, indeed." >the grey Mothpony lazily flits out of the oversize coat, landing on the recliner to settle down >you call to her "We're going to be having dinner soon, don't head to bed just yet." >she perks up at mention of food >"Oh! Alright, then. I'll just go wash up..." >as she trots off to wash her... >...Tongue? She usually doesn't use her hooves to eat with >best not to question it >as she trots off to clean herself, you begin to cook >pancakes, yes, that god-tier breakfast item served mainly for, uh, breakfast >as in, not dinner >but it'll work out tonight, you're super prepared >you already prepared the mix in secret, oh yes, for this is a special dinner >or supper, whatever, you never really cared about being right >you hurridly pour pancake batter onto the large griddle you placed onto the stove earlier >within minutes, you slide your spatula under the flapjacks, flipping them to evenly cook >you work fast, making a dozen of the little round bits of heaven in no time >nothing too special, no berries or anything, just plain old pancakes >setting the table was easy, just a couple plates and some silverware >all this in a matter of about... ten minutes or so? >Meisa really likes washing up, it seems, but you're not complaining >it would have ruined the surprise had she walked in earlier than she did >the table is set, the drinks are poured, the silverware set, but there's still a couple things missing >like Meisa, for one >but that's soon remedied as you hear the running water of the bathroom shut off, and she walks into the dining room >her eyes fall onto her plate piled high with pancakes, and her mouth falls open as her eyes grow wide >"...You made me pancakes?" she questions with disbelief, mouth now slightly dripping with saliva as her long tongue hangs out "I know how much you like pancakes." >Meisa ADORES pancakes, though you don't get that much time to make them >you're always busy with oddjobs raising money to help Acteus with his secret project he's working on >she's been begging you to make her some flapjacks since weeks ago >and you had some free time last night, so... >Meisa rushes to the table, and extends her tongue-proboscis-thing into the mound of sweetened dough >and she eats away, the cake being soft enough to pass through her sensitive proboscis "Wait a minute, you're missing something..." >Meisa glances up at you questioningly >you pull out the syrup you got earlier, and a look of understanding passes over her face >removing the pop-up cap, you pour generously all over the mound of bakery confection >the grey Mothpony in front of you keeps using her tongue to eat >though, after a while, she just gives up on it and eats with her mouth >when she's through mangling the poor flapjacks, she sits back with a satisfied look on her sticky face >Meisa gets up and trots over to you >upon reaching you, she jumps up and hugs you, pressing her syrup-covered face into your cheek, giggling >"Thanks, Anon, you're a good friend." >you blush slightly at the compliment "All I did was make pancakes!" >"But you made them for me; and that's what makes the gesture special~" "How very overly-sweet of you to say that." >but you say it in good meaning Suddenly, Meisa looks around back to the table, which still holds your own pancakes >"...You gonna eat that?" she says, half jokingly >but you simply shake your head, and she devours the plate of griddlecakes >she hugs you again, and drifts off to the living room couch, settling down to take a long nap >she yawns, stretches, and closes her eyes, feelers twitchting slightly as she descends to sleep >if you didn't know as much, you would accuse her of trying to induce diabetes >... >you smile, and lie back in your recliner to take your own little slumber ~ >in your dreams, you and Meisa frolick throughout a land of breakfast, pancakes littering the floor with blueberries within them, some have ice-cream on top, and some are thick >a drizzle of maple syrup pours from butter clouds above, coating you and your Mothen companion ~ >in the real world, unbeknownest to you or Meisa, you are both smiling happily >experiencing the same dream of cascading fluffy-white pillows of pleasure known to man and pony alike... >...as pancakes -=End=-