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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.
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