Breakfast is the most important meal of the day
The pale moon sits over the grassy knoll as you gently lay out a checkered blanket across the ground. The sun sits behind the horizon, shining dark crimson before the night completely envelops the sky. Tomakeys gently sets down a wicker basket full of flowers and wine, bringing out a pair of glasses and handing you one. Her tail swishes happily as she pours your cup half full, taking the bottle from her you return the favor. Lowering yourselves slowly onto the blanket, you lean against each other as you watch the last bits of red fade from the sky into dark blue and purple. You both take slow sips as the clouds glide over the stars, your fingers brushing against hers as you both rest on the grass. Normally you'd feel awkward not talking for so long, but sitting together like this feels nice and peaceful. Crickets chirp in the distance and fireflies start to blink as you finish your drinks, lying back on the grass. Toma snuggles close, her head resting on your arm.
"Thanks for coming out with me, I wasn't sure if this would be a good enough date..." Toma murmurs, burying her face in your side.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be" you whisper, holding her tighter and kissing the top of her head. A cloud passes over the moon, blanketing everything in darkness and you feel something curl around the inside of your leg. As the moon comes back into view, you can see Toma's tail wrapped around your thigh as she clings to you, pulling your shirt over her face.
"Sorry, I got scared" Toma shivers against you, squeezing your leg with her tail. Lying flat on the blanket, you watch the stars twinkle overhead, Toma's head resting on your chest. A firefly lands on her circlet, illuminating her face as it glows. Toma's smile widens under the faint yellow light before the bug flies off, fading off into the distance.
"Hey, you want to play some games? I packed a few" Toma pulls out a few boxes and a couple candles, lighting them and placing them gently in the center of the blanket. You grab a box of Connect 4 and set it up next to the candlelight, pouring Toma more wine.
"Best of three?" you ask, refilling your own glass.
"Sure! Wanna make it more interesting?" she giggles, picking out her pieces.
"What did you have in mind?"
"How about if you lose, you have to make breakfast" Toma drops her first tile onto the game board, taking a sip from her glass. Having seen Toma's breakfasts, you've never been more determined to lose at something in your life. Giving a nod, you drop your own piece. The two of you go back and forth, sliding red and blue tiles into holes by candlelight. You wind up losing the first game, but surprisingly not on purpose. Focusing a bit more, you take the second and Toma hunches over in concentration. The third game begins and Toma's tail begins twitching next to her, but you stick to your original plan. Dropping your tiles, you leave an opening and she quickly capitalizes, winning with a diagonal line.
"Ha! You thought you could beat me, but my superior math and reasoning skills have stumped you!" Toma cheers, grinning smugly and pushing you back onto the blanket. Wrapping your arms around her, you let her tease you, her fingers dancing along your sides. A ring of light forms above you and everything flashes white for a moment. When the light clears, you're inside a room somewhere, with Toma still on top of you. You seem to have landed on a large beanbag chair, various colored rocks and incense line the shelves and tables.
"This is my place, don't forget you're making breakfast in the morning..." Toma whispers before burying her face in your neck, kissing along your skin as her hands tug your shirt up. Her touch sends little shocks wherever her fingers land, tracing up your chest. You pull your shirt the rest of the way off as your date straddles you, unbuttoning her jeans.
"What a shame you lost our bet. But I guess we can't all be winners" grinding slowly against you, Toma looks down at your body sunken into the beanbag. "Maybe one day you'll get on my lev- Hey!"
Picking her up, you pull her pants down and turn over, tossing her into the chair. Holding the base of her tail with one hand, you rub against the soaked mound of her panties with the other.
"Y-you think this will redeem youuuuu..." Toma moans as you pull her underwear to the side, sinking two fingers inside and driving deep. Working them quickly, you watch Toma's face turn red, shaking beneath you.
You finger Toma for a good few minutes, listening to her whimper quietly before finally letting her collapse into the beans. Standing up, you undo your own pants and drop them, enjoying the sight of Toma quivering beneath you. Kneeling down, you flip her over and slap your growing cock on her thigh.
"Oh... that was... wait, what are you- Oh that's... big..." Catching her breath, Toma's gaze fixates on your length as you pull her waist against yours. The tip of your cock rests against her bellybutton, staring back into Toma's widened eyes. Her hands reach down seemingly of their own accord, holding you gently and feeling the weight. Bringing your hips back, you slide out from her grip and line yourself up, pushing into her slowly as she groans.
"Uhhh... you think you're so great because... ah... your dick fits so nicely.." Toma's pussy squeezes you tight as you work yourself inside, the warmth of her body radiating around your cock. Toma's tail curls around your wrist as you bring her hips to yours, bottoming out inside her.
Manhandling Toma's tiny frame, you hold her up as she shakes in your hands. Plunging yourself balls deep repeatedly brings out a series of louder and louder moans from her, and you can feel her tensing around you. A few more strokes is all it takes before she lets out a scream, grabbing onto your shoulders and clinging to you as she cums all over you. Your cock slips as she orgasms and you let her fall into beanbag chair, her eyes glazing over.
"That... Don't think you've beaten me..." Toma props herself up on her elbows, glaring at you. Smiling, you grab her and flip her over onto her knees once more.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Toma squirms as you hold her at the base of her tail, rubbing the length of your cock between her cheeks before prodding the head against her tight backdoor. Pushing in steadily, you feel her stretch open to accept you as she grits her teeth, groaning. Once the head pops in, you let her adjust before working every inch inside.
"St-stop... it's too tight..." Toma buries her face as you grind into her slowly, giving her a light spank. You can hear her panting as she struggles to adjust to your cock stretching her.
Holding her firmly, you rock your hips slowly, pulling out just a bit before ramming back in, Toma slamming a fist into the soft chair. The sound of skin on skin fills the room mixed with Toma's soft moans as you dig out her insides. Pulling her firmly against you once again, you give a quiet grunt as your cock erupts inside her, filling her with seed. Toma collapses as you cum, leaving you to hold her body up as you finish painting her insides white. Pulling out slowly, a stream of white follows your cock on its way out. dripping onto the chair.
"You're pretty good..." Toma mumbles, limp in your arms. Letting her fall into the beanbag chair, you lie down next to her and pull her close.
"Rematch tomorrow?" you ask, wrapping an arm around her. Toma nods and reaches for a blanket, pulling it over the both of you and resting her head on your chest once more, drifting off to sleep as you rub her back. Closing your eyes, you follow soon after, Toma's breath falling softly on your skin.
Waking up before Toma, you slide out from under her without disturbing her, wrapping her in the blanket. Yawning, you make your way to her kitchen to fulfill your end of the bet, opening up her fridge to see what you have to work with. The options are grim, her shelves are fairly sparse except for condiments, a few half empty jars of pickles, dinosaur chicken nuggets, and a quart of milk. Digging through her cupboards doesn't help much either, you can only find marshmallows, Gfuel, jello mix, and a couple scattered chocolates. Scouring further, you find some juice boxes and an empty mixer bottle. Sitting on a kitchen chair, you hold your head in your hands, trying to think of an edible meal. There's nothing that resembles normal food, except maybe pickles, but that's hardly breakfast food. Before you can brainstorm any further, you hear a thump behind you, and turning around you see Toma leaning in the doorway smirking, still pantsless.
"Well, what are you going to make? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all..."
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