Breakfast - Oatmeal

>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.