Honey Nut and Toasted Oats
Toasted Oats woke to the gentle sunlight pouring through her bedroom window. She yawned and stretched her wings as she got out of bed. Her coltfriend, Honey Nut, remained asleep as she tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Toasted hovered near one of the cupboards as she sighed contentedly. A perfect home, a perfect kitchen, a perfect partner; all worth the time she spent working the fields at the local wheat farm.
She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box of honey nut toasted oats: her favorite.
As she grabbed a bowl and milk, she hear hoofsteps upstairs. As she was pouring, she heard the shower start running.
She sighed again, smiling warmly. She and Honey Nut had just moved in together last month, though they'd been dating for years. Unlike many of the rough and tumble farmhands in the fields, he was sweet and kind. Befitting his name, he somehow always smelled of honey.
That he was easy on the eyes didn't hurt, either. Toasted was thinking of the night before, her breathing growing heavier, before she regained her senses. She added milk, some of which splashed off the cereal and onto her. She licked the white liquid from her face as she returned the milk to the icebox.
As she crunched on the cereal, she read the box. "Two grams of dietary fiber in every serving, huh?"
She heard the shower stop, and, after a minute or so, hoofsteps coming down the stairs.
“Whatcha eatin’ there, Toasty?”
Toasted Oats looked up from her cereal, her spoon held up by her wheat-colored wings. She wiped a dribble of milk from her mouth.
Honey Nut stood across the table from her, his honey-gold coat and tangerine mane slick with water. A towel covered his midsection, stopping just shy of his cutie mark: a honey wand.
"Hey, Honey. Just having some cereal." She continued eating as Honey Nut circled around her and ran a hoof across her flank, caressing the sheaf of wheat cutie mark which adorned it.
"Looks pretty good. Mind if I have some?"
"Sure. Yipe!" Toasted Oats let out a small yelp as Honey reached under her tail, rubbing up against the warmth it hid. "Oh, honey, you know how I like my breakfast, don't you?"
"You sure bet I do." Honey teased Toasted with his hoof. "Looks like you were warming yourself up, eh?"
Toasted's breathing grew heavier. "Oh… come on, Honey." She bucked her hips against him. "These oats aren't complete without a honey coating."
"In a second; I want some breakfast myself." He dropped the towel as he maneuvered himself behind her, massaging her clit with his tongue.
Toasted tried to keep eating her cereal, her wings shaky as she moved the spoon between the bowl and her mouth. It was difficult to chew as she panted, feeling waves of pleasure from Honey's work. "Honey, please. You're killing me here."
"But it's so fun torturing you!" Honey lifted himself up onto her, positioning his cock against her now thoroughly-lubricated crotch. "Oh, fine. If you're gonna beg…"
Honey plunged forward, pushing Toasty against the table as she let out a tiny whimper. Her spoon clanked into the bowl, spattering even milk onto her face. His thrusts pushed her into the table over and over, coating Toasty in a spray of milk from the bowl, accentuated by the clattering of silverware on ceramic. His cheek pressed against hers. She smelled of sweet oats.
Toasted felt a rush of sensation as she was pressed into the table with each push of Honey's hips, again and again and again. Her legs shuddered as she giggled in ecstasy. Accompanying each push was a gentle plap of his sack against her clit, teasing her with each movement. He pressed into her back and face as he moved faster and faster.
"Honey, careful, I'm going to—OOF!" Toasted's forelegs gave out, and her face splashed into the cereal bowl, spilling Honey Nut Toasted Oats everywhere. She came up after a moment, her open mouth filled with milk and cereal; she chewed, and swallowed. "Oh, fuck, it's so good!"
The box of Kroger Honey Nut Toasted Oats fell on its face as the table shook. An Ode to Toasted Oats was printed on the back.
Honey looked at the box as he pounded his mare. “‘My favorite of all breakfast fare; to taste you, oh, my Soul, it sings…’”
Toasted groaned. “Agh… ‘I pour you in my deepest bowl, and only then am I complete…’”
“You want it inside?”
“Yes, please.”
Honey moved faster and faster, as Toasted gulped down the rest of the Honey Nut Toasted Oats, moaning and panting.
"Please, I want your Honey Nut in my Toasted Oats!"
"HERE COMES THE NUT!"
Toasted felt Honey spasm. Warmth spread through her as he pushed in deep, filling her completely. "Hah… hah… ha—wait, shit. Did you wear a condom?"
"Aw, fuck, I knew we forgot something."
"Honey!" Toasted turned to face him, annoyed. She put a hoof against her face, sighing. "Whatever. I'm sure we'll be fine if it's just the one time." She looked back to her cereal, spread across the table. "Ugh, what a mess…"
"I'll clean it up after we finish eating." Honey Nut poured his own bowl, and the two finished eating in silence.
Honey held up the box of Kroger Honey Nut Toasted Oats. "Hey, this stuff is pretty good!"
Eleven months later. Toasted lay in her hospital bed, a swaddle in her hooves. Honey looked over her and their child.
"He's beautiful."
"I know." Toasted was exhausted, her long brown hair a bedraggled mess. "What do we name him?"
"Well…" Honey unwrapped the swaddle, revealing a perfect box of Kroger Honey Nut Toasted Oats. "He's got your fiber."
"He's got your sweetness."
"Let's call him… part of a complete breakfast." Honey leaned down, returning their child to his mother. He kissed Toasted, tender and brief.
"Sounds perfect."
"I love you, Toasted Oats."
"I love you, too, Honey Nut. We're perfect. Together."