BluntTongs-Pancakes for Meisa

>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

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