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# Breakfast - Oatmeal

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1. >You are crazy, apparently.
2. >No, really, there have just been words and songs all in your head since you made today's breakfast.
3. >Oatmeal.
4. >You like Brown Sugar Cinnamon.
5. >When you bought it, the pony got it from looked at you questioningly.
6. >Now you know why.
7. >You've hummed along with every song in your head.
8. >Shimmer seems a bit worried.
9. >"Are you sure you're okay?"
10. "I feel super-de-duper."
11. >For some reason, she didn't believe you.
12. >You've done more cartwheels today than you normally do in a year.
13. >The oatmeal was there for only a few seconds.
14. >Then you lifted the bowl and filled it upside down above you, causing all of it to fall perfectly into your mouth.
15. >You chewed for only an instant then swallowed it all.
16. >Shimmer is now beyond worried.
17. >"Anon, please stop, I don't know what's going on..."
18. >You throw the bowl up.
19. >It lands perfectly in the sink.
20. >Somehow.
21. >"Anon, please..."
22. >You look up to her.
23. >... Up?
24. >You're balancing on one hand.
25. >And your chair in balancing on your toes.
26. >And she's on that chair.
27. >You don't know how that happened, but you feel pretty good about yourself for doing it.
28. "But Shimmy, everything feels fantarific!"
29. >You do some amazing gymnastics, like flipping up the chair and sitting next to Shimmer on it.
30. >The chair is floating as though you were still holding it up.
31. >Her face shows pure confusion.
32. >No, she also looks sad.
33. >No, worried.
34. >Great amounts of confusion and worry, that's it.
35. "Now why would I want this to end?
36. I want to please you, my best friend!
37. The world I am allowed to bend,
38. All is great today!"
39. >She's frozen.
40. >You're singing.
41. >You grab her and jump together from the chair.
42. "I-"
43. >You snap your fingers and a drum hits on the beat.
44. "- just want you to see.
45. This-"
46. >Snap.
47. "- is-"
48. >Snap
49. " - great to be!
50. I'm just happy you like me.
51. That's all I want to say!"
52. >You press your lips against hers.
54. >... Goodness greatness, you're on fire.
55. >Not literally.
56. >The two of you are frozen.
57. >Also, not literally.
58. >You expected her to start drinking from you by now.
59. >Her tongue hasn't left her mouth.
60. >... Maybe you should just help her along...
61. >You reach in with your tongue, hoping to grab hers and bring it in, so she gets the memo.
62. >Ha, memos... Sticky notes are where it's at.
63. >Your tongues touch.
64. >Shimmer lets out a high-pitched squeak.
65. >... You've never heard her squeak before.
66. >It was so cute...
67. >Focus. It's still breakfast.
68. >Your tongue struggles against hers to move it.
69. >All you can hear are moans coming from Shimmer.
70. >You can't even hear the random stuff in your head over her moans.
71. >Her tongue seems to be moving now, but it feels more like it's dancing than moving into your mouth.
72. >Your tongue dances as well.
73. >...
74. >Was your heart always beating this fast?
75. >Her forelegs wrap around you as she pulls herself closer to you.
76. >... Who turned up the heat in the room?
77. >Your tongues dance together.
78. >Not like you were dancing before, differently.
79. >More...
80. >...
81. >More something.
82. >Her tongue finally enters your mouth.
83. >It's about time.
84. >Then makes its way down your throat.
85. >It's all tingly.
86. >It feels nice.
87. >... She just can't stop moaning.
88. >You're certain the room is almost hot enough to start melting things.
89. >Your stomach is breached.
90. >She drinks from you.
91. >...
92. >After a minute or two, she pulls out and leans away from you.
93. >She licks her lips.
94. >"Anon..."
95. "Yes?"
96. >She pulls the two of you into a flip.
97. >Or, two flips.
98. >Three.
99. >Four?
100. >You lose count at some point.
101. >You both land perfectly a few feet apart.
102. >" I bet you can't do this!"
103. >She flips many times, then brings a chair in and flips it over her.
104. >While she's still flipping.
105. >She has thrown down the partying gauntlet.
106. >The gauntlet covered in balloons and streamers and frosting and-
107. >The two of you party uncontrollably until the sugar crash hits.
108. >Then you both fall asleep.

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>You are crazy, apparently. >No, really, there have just been words and songs all in your head since you made today's breakfast. >Oatmeal. >You like Brown Sugar Cinnamon. >When you bought it, the pony got it from looked at you questioningly. >Now you know why. >You've hummed along with every song in your head. >Shimmer seems a bit worried. >"Are you sure you're okay?" "I feel super-de-duper." >For some reason, she didn't believe you. >You've done more cartwheels today than you normally do in a year. >The oatmeal was there for only a few seconds. >Then you lifted the bowl and filled it upside down above you, causing all of it to fall perfectly into your mouth. >You chewed for only an instant then swallowed it all. >Shimmer is now beyond worried. >"Anon, please stop, I don't know what's going on..." >You throw the bowl up. >It lands perfectly in the sink. >Somehow. >"Anon, please..." >You look up to her. >... Up? >You're balancing on one hand. >And your chair in balancing on your toes. >And she's on that chair. >You don't know how that happened, but you feel pretty good about yourself for doing it. "But Shimmy, everything feels fantarific!" >You do some amazing gymnastics, like flipping up the chair and sitting next to Shimmer on it. >The chair is floating as though you were still holding it up. >Her face shows pure confusion. >No, she also looks sad. >No, worried. >Great amounts of confusion and worry, that's it. "Now why would I want this to end? I want to please you, my best friend! The world I am allowed to bend, All is great today!" >She's frozen. >You're singing. >You grab her and jump together from the chair. "I-" >You snap your fingers and a drum hits on the beat. "- just want you to see. This-" >Snap. "- is-" >Snap " - great to be! I'm just happy you like me. That's all I want to say!" >You press your lips against hers. >... Goodness greatness, you're on fire. >Not literally. >The two of you are frozen. >Also, not literally. >You expected her to start drinking from you by now. >Her tongue hasn't left her mouth. >... Maybe you should just help her along... >You reach in with your tongue, hoping to grab hers and bring it in, so she gets the memo. >Ha, memos... Sticky notes are where it's at. >Your tongues touch. >Shimmer lets out a high-pitched squeak. >... You've never heard her squeak before. >It was so cute... >Focus. It's still breakfast. >Your tongue struggles against hers to move it. >All you can hear are moans coming from Shimmer. >You can't even hear the random stuff in your head over her moans. >Her tongue seems to be moving now, but it feels more like it's dancing than moving into your mouth. >Your tongue dances as well. >... >Was your heart always beating this fast? >Her forelegs wrap around you as she pulls herself closer to you. >... Who turned up the heat in the room? >Your tongues dance together. >Not like you were dancing before, differently. >More... >... >More something. >Her tongue finally enters your mouth. >It's about time. >Then makes its way down your throat. >It's all tingly. >It feels nice. >... She just can't stop moaning. >You're certain the room is almost hot enough to start melting things. >Your stomach is breached. >She drinks from you. >... >After a minute or two, she pulls out and leans away from you. >She licks her lips. >"Anon..." "Yes?" >She pulls the two of you into a flip. >Or, two flips. >Three. >Four? >You lose count at some point. >You both land perfectly a few feet apart. >" I bet you can't do this!" >She flips many times, then brings a chair in and flips it over her. >While she's still flipping. >She has thrown down the partying gauntlet. >The gauntlet covered in balloons and streamers and frosting and- >The two of you party uncontrollably until the sugar crash hits. >Then you both fall asleep.