I'll be your breakfast in bed

When Sylvia woke up, she was alone in the Master’s Suite. Well, Holly was there, but Holly herself would rather be treated as an object, and Sylvia was happy to oblige. For some reason, Nick was gone. Had she really slept in so late?

A look at the clock told her that yes, in fact, she had. It was almost past 10 o’clock! How could she have slept in!?

…Of course, the answer to that was very obvious. She’d had quite the scintillating dream last night. She was a student in high school, a senior, and Nick was her teacher. And not only that, but in the dream, he was her biological father, too.

And she’d been a very bad girl in that day’s class.

“Daddy, I’m sorry I didn’t do my homework, the dog ate it!” She’d coyly teased him, twirling a lock of her hair.

And then Nick just looked sternly at her, and pointed out “Sylvia, we don’t have a dog. What have I told you about lying? I’m afraid I’ve got to punish you for this.”

Then things went about the direction that one would expect.

It had been a very satisfying dream. Couple that with the fact that she was genuinely exhausted by this human body, and it made sense why it had taken her so long to wake up.

Now, her body was telling her to do something else. She could feel her stomach growling again. Last night, Holly had cooked her a veritable feast. Sure, Sylvia had eaten back when she was a host, too. And it wasn’t like becoming a human had magically morphed her taste buds or anything like that; the food was still just as good as she remembered it.

The changes were more… ephemeral than that. The food hadn’t changed, but she had, in ways that couldn’t just be judged in the physical sense. When you needed something for sustenance, there was a significant difference when you ate it, as opposed to the feeling she had as a host, where her body didn’t really need food or sleep to keep going.

“This must be what Mimi felt like,” she murmured to herself, holding her rumbling stomach. “No wonder she wanted to eat all the time. People always feel this hungry?”

Unfortunately, the Banquet Hall was almost certainly closed at this point. She doubted that Dakota would keep it open late just for her sake, after all, as painful as that was to acknowledge.

No matter, she’d just have to make do. Maybe she could order…

“Up already?”

Sylvia jumped. Her head whipped around to see Holly out of her cage, and tying an apron over the kinky, scanty “apron” that came with her perverted maid costume. Sylvia had been so entranced in reminiscing about her dream with Nick that she hadn’t even noticed Holly getting out of her cage.

“Oh, Holly… yeah, uh… I’m up. What’s up with you?” Sylvia asked. She looked around again, and asked just to make sure. “And also, uh, where’s Daddy? Where did he get off to?”

“Nick and Gina left a couple of hours ago, after I made them breakfast,” Holly said, her voice tinged with excitement. “Although, I think Gina got a better meal than he did, if you know what I mean.”

Sylvia knew exactly what she meant, but was still trying to process the other part. “So, wait, you mean Daddy actually… he invited Gina up here? When? Why?”

Holly shrugged. “No idea. But he must have invited her over pretty early, because they were already fooling around in the bathroom when I woke up.”

Sylvia felt a stinging pain in her chest. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but being human made it hurt so much more. This was supposed to be HER night with him, right? If he wanted to do something…

…He’d really chosen Gina, over her?

Well, of course he did, she thought, looking down at the floor. He’d made it clear last night that he wasn’t going to do anything with her.

Holly could see that Sylvia looked down. Unlike a lot of the other girls, she didn’t really have that heavy a grudge against Sylvia, and seeing her like this, it made her take pity on the poor thing. “Hey, how about this?” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “You tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll whip it right up, sound good? Go ahead, what’s your favorite breakfast?”

“Uh…” Sylvia’s mouth fell open. Her favorite breakfast? She’d witnessed the girls eat breakfast many times together, and had even had a bite or two herself when the mood struck her.

But a favorite?

Did she even have something like that?

Sylvia’s cheeks turned red and she averted her eyes.

“I, uh… I don’t really have one,” she admitted.

“Then what about a favorite food?” Holly asked, undaunted. “You really seemed to like the burgers I made last night. And the steak. …And the pizza…”

Yeah, Sylvia had been a bit of a glutton, that was for sure. Just like her daughter.

“Well, they… they all tasted so good, I don’t know if I can pick,” Sylvia admitted. But the aching pain in her stomach was telling her that she should pick something.

Holly sighed, starting to get a little exasperated with the woman.

“Look, Sylvia,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “There’s no two ways about this, okay? You need to eat something. So what’s it going to be? Just close your eyes and pick the first thing that comes to mind, okay? Something you’ve eaten before that you liked, something that you’ve never tried but looks good, just the first thing that comes to your mind! I’ll make it if I can, and if not, we can always have the faeries get it for you, but you need to pick!”

Sylvia knew that this was a test of some kind. Maybe not an intentional one on Holly’s part, but she certainly felt like she was being tested by reality.

If she couldn’t even pick something as simple as breakfast for herself, then could she really say that she was a person? That sounded ridiculous!

But… maybe she was making a bigger deal out of this than it actually was.

She took a few deep breaths, and exhaled. I’m just getting worked up, because of everything that happened yesterday. I’ll just come up with something, the first thing that pops into my head. What do I want to eat?

And just like that, Sylvia’s thoughts were overwhelmed with a surge of different dishes and foods, so many she practically drowned in them. She flailed about desperately, trying to pick one out of the tempest, and finally settled on the first thing she could firmly grasp.

“Pancakes!” She exclaimed. “Make me some pancakes!”

“Oh!” Holly brightened. “Sure thing, I can make you some pancakes!”

“…With, um… with chocolate chips, please,” Sylvia said, feeling a little demure and uncertain all of a sudden, now that she’d actually decided on something.

Holly grinned. “Pancakes with chocolate chips, coming right up! I can make as many as you want!” She scurried over to the kitchen and got to cooking. Immediately, the sweet aroma of food flooded into Sylvia’s nose, and she sat back in bed.

She’d been uncertain at the time she’d put in the request, but now that she had, she was glad. It would be nice, getting to eat something that she liked. Something she picked for herself.

This human thing wasn’t as difficult as Nick made it out to be at all!

“So, Morgana, are you ready to talk yet?” Dawn asked, eyeing her buddy out of the corner of her eye. The two were walking through the streets of the shopping center, heading to the cat café they’d eaten at before.

The reason Dawn asked was because Morgana had come in late last night, looking embarrassed and a little guilty. And Dawn had noted that she didn’t go to the bathroom or record in her diary, which meant she’d already done that for the night.

And when she woke up that morning, she seemed even more embarrassed. But when Dawn tried to ask what had happened, Morgana refused to say anything, so the cat girl was **** to make a temporary retreat. In the meantime, though, she’d brought the goth to the cat café in the hopes that all the pretty kitties would make her loosen up a little.

“Um… it’s… it’s complicated…” Morgana sighed. Her stuttering really wasn’t helping her transformation, either. It seemed that each word compounded the arousal in the people around her slightly, so she needed to be very precise with her language.

She’d made that mistake yesterday.

Dawn frowned, and furrowed her brow. “Well, I’m not going to know what happened if you don’t tell me,” she said. “I don’t want to pry it out of you or anything, so if you don’t want to tell me, you obviously don’t have to tell me. But I just want to help. We’re friends, after all.”

Morgana brightened. She liked that. Dawn considering her a friend. It really helped her feel relieved. “Um… thanks,” she said. “I’m just trying not to talk so much, because, well, you know, I have this transformation, and- oh, gosh! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think of that!”

She’d already been talking quite a bit. And the twitching of Dawn’s tail was moving pretty fast.

“It’s fine,” Dawn said, though her cheeks were slightly pink. “I feel a little twinge, but I’m a fairly decent moderator of my own arousal. You don’t need to be so stoic around me, alright? Just tell me what went wrong last night.”

Morgana winced. “I, um… so last night… after I left the room… I went to go see Dani.”

“Dani?” Dawn raised her eyebrow curiously. “That’s a surprise. I thought you and Dani didn’t get along? Did that change?”

“We-we do!” Morgana said. “We got kind of close the other day, cooking with Mary, but I thought I’d ruined it all with the way I eliminated her in the last challenge… but she was actually cool with it! I was so surprised- wait, no!”

Tangents. She was going on tangents again. She needed to watch out for that, if she didn’t want to turn Dawn into a petite puddle of kitty orgasms.

“It’s fine, just… stay on topic,” Dawn said, wiping her forehead. Morgana’s words were making her hot, but whenever she stopped talking, she could feel her arousal start to reduce. It was tricky, but manageable. As long as she didn’t just go on another tangent, of course. That might be a bit dangerous for her wellbeing…

“So… we were hanging out together, watching anime,” Morgana explained. “And then we got to talking, and, well… Dani started to…”

Dawn raised her hand. “You don’t need to say anymore. I can get the picture. I’m kind of ‘starting to’ right now, if you catch my drift.”

Morgana sighed in relief. The less she had to explain, the better. She was glad that Dawn had such a sharp wit.

Dawn narrowed her eyes curiously. “But… I’m guessing that’s not the extent of it, right? There’s more, isn’t there?”

She didn’t know Morgana well enough to say for sure that she wouldn’t be acting like this just for arousing Dani a little (or a lot) but it didn’t sound like the goth girl.

Morgana nodded. “It was getting really, really late, and Dani looked really ready to, um… you get the idea. And then I felt, um… the compulsion.”

She stopped there, fidgeting awkwardly from one leg to another. She stared expectantly at Dawn, hoping she didn’t have to say anymore, that Dawn would get the message.

Dawn got the message, alright. And she appreciated the pause. It let her calm her nerves a little. Once she settled back down and felt her arousal recede, she was ready to keep going.

“…Your compulsion to write in your diary, right?”

Morgana opened her mouth to reply, but decided to close it instead and just nodded.

“So you went to the bathroom?”

Morgana winced… and shook her head.

“Dani, um… she said… she said I didn’t have to. That she… that she actually wanted to see me. You know… do it.”

Well, THAT was news. Dawn didn’t know what to make of that.

“So… Dani got horny, and WANTED to see you fantasize in front of her?

Morgana nodded reluctantly. “She said she wanted to make sure that I wasn’t doing anything too ****, but…”

Dawn could tell that was probably a lie. She could picture Dani already, filled with arousal, maybe fantasizing about the other girls a bit herself.

“So let me guess. You gave Carly a dream without asking for her consent, right?” Dawn guessed with a sigh. That was just the worst. “Well… it’s Carly. I don’t think she’ll mind too much, if-”

Dawn caught Morgana frantically shake her head. “Wait, no?”

Morgana looked down. She seemed uneasy.

“So… it wasn’t Carly then?” Dawn guessed. That was the most likely part.

Morgana’s eyes widened and she nodded eagerly.

Dawn almost smiled. This was kind of like playing charades!

…A game that she’d never actually played, since that required friends. Which was a thought that stung.

Dawn wasn’t going to go to the trouble of guessing each girl, either, and wait for Morgana to respond, that would be tedious. “Just tell me already, okay?” She asked. “I’m doing fine.”

Morgana nodded. “It… it was Sylvia.”

“…Bwuh. Bwahaha!” Dawn sputtered out a laugh and held her sides, cackling. Morgana stared at her in shock, and even Dawn herself was surprised at her reaction. “So, so wait… let me get this right! You and Dani… you gave Sylvia and erotic dream?”

She shouldn’t be laughing, she really shouldn’t. But… Sylvia! An erotic dream! Dawn should be chastising Morgana for violating the other woman’s agency like that, something they’d talked about the wrongness of in extensive detail in the last round, but…

It was Sylvia. Dawn was amused by the irony.

“So Morgana… you and Dani gave Sylvia an erotic dream of some kind, is that right?” Dawn asked, trying to maintain her composure. She could see Morgana was getting completely weirded-out by her behavior.

“Y-yeah,” Morgana stammered, nodding. “It, uh… Dani was kind of wild… she said that it would make sense for me to give a dream to Sylvia, since Sylvia made me give dreams to all of you guys, and I was really, really horny… I wasn’t really thinking straight, and so I…”

She looked like she was going to cry.

“I messed up again…” She whimpered. “I did a bad thing.”

Dawn sobered up, and took a few deep breaths. “…Okay, Morgana, it’s okay. You’re fine. Well, I mean, you’re not fine, you DID do something wrong. But if you had to pick someone to give a dream like that against their consent, which, again, you didn’t, hence the problem, Sylvia is the right person to choose for that.”

Morgana’s eyes widened in surprise.

“She probably liked it,” Dawn said. “And frankly? I can’t really feel too sympathetic for her, given how she **** transformations on all of us. I might even call it karmic.”

Dawn didn’t hold a grudge against Sylvia, but she didn’t really feel bad about something like this happening to her, either. As far as she was concerned, it was karma.

“But anyway, if you feel bad, just apologize to her. But I don’t think she’s gong to take it that hard,” Dawn said, patting Morgana on the back. “Just make sure to keep your wits about you next time, don’t let it happen to someone else.”

Sylvia, meanwhile, was absolutely thrilled by the dream. Not that she cared about it right now. It was the furthest thing from her mind! She sat with her head held high, and licked her lips.

Pancake time!

“Okay, Sylvia, here you go,” Holly said, walking out with a plate. “Eat up. There’s more where this came from.”

Sylvia was practically drooling. Holly said the pancake in front of her, and her fork froze in midair before she could reach it.

She looked up at Holly, confused.

“…What? It’s a pancake, with chocolate chips, like you asked for,” Holly said, frowning. “Is there something wrong?”

“Um… why…” Sylvia looked at the lumpy shape on her plate. It was supposed to be round, but… it wasn’t. The roundness was broken by two large mounds sticking out of the sides.

“…Why does it have boobs? I mean, I’m not complaining, it just seems like-”

“They’re Mickey Mouse ears!” Holly sputtered, her face turning red. “I wouldn’t put boobs on a pancake! What do you take me for!?”

Sylvia stared up at her.

“…Okay, fair,” Holly admitted, glancing away. “But that’s not it. They’re Mickey Mouse ears!”

“Okay, but why?” Sylvia asked, confused. She looked down at the pancake on her plate. “It seems kind of unnecessary, you know?”

“I was just trying to do something nice,” Holly said, a little miffed. But she was still being sympathetic, and her voice softened. “When my mom made me pancakes, she’d always do it with Mickey Mouse ears. So I thought it would be nice, you know? You had a really hard day yesterday.”

Holly had always been doted on by her parents. They’d always been understanding of her condition, and loved her just the way she was.

She felt bad, that Sylvia never had something like that.

Sylvia stared at Holly like she was a mutant from Mars.

“You, um… thanks,” she said, sounding a little awkward. It was hard for her to describe how she felt, but… she was happy.

“No problem!” Holly’s face lit up. “Just take a bite, and tell me if you like it!”

Sylvia nodded, finally moving her utensils again. She cut into one of the ears, and wadded the piece up into some syrup.

Then she took her first bite.

“It… it’s delicious…” She knew Holly was a good cook, but… this…

Her eyes began to mist up. She kept shoveling bites of pancake into her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Sylvia hadn’t eaten many things since becoming human… but this was delicious.