“Eating breakfast”

A sharp, musky scent caught Cadence’s attention as she walked past the condiment station. Her nose wrinkled as she tried to place the familiar-yet-wrong smell. The small plastic cup that held her “ketchup” seemed to be the source, its slimy content looked nothing like other ketchup and the aroma was all wrong.

She hesitated, then lifted the cup closer to her face. The scent grew stronger. It definitely did not have the sweet tomato smell ketchup should have. Something about it tugged at her memory, like a word stuck on the tip of her tongue. Against her better judgment, she dipped her finger in the “sauce”.

The moment it touched her tongue, she shivered. Salt exploded across her taste buds where sweetness should have been, but underneath that was something about made her want more as she moaned. Her brain insisted it was ketchup even as her senses screamed otherwise. The cognitive dissonance made her head spin slightly.

“Must be a new brand,” Cadence finally said, making sense of the “sauce” as she entered the dining area. At one of the tables, she found Erin and John already having their breakfast.

Erin was bent across the table as she ate her breakfast, her body writhing as she moaned between bites. Her panties were dropped to her ankles, allowing John to “eat his breakfast”. He knelt behind her, his face between her cheeks as his tongue licked her pussy.

Cadence shook her head as she sat beside them and took her plate. She didn’t see a plate or bowl for where “John’s breakfast” should be aside from his bowl of cereal, where the contents were spilling every time the table moved. However, John didn’t seem to mind and it was nice of Erin to hold “his breakfast” for him.

“Anything interesting happen while I got my ‘ketchup’?” she asked as she poured her “sauce” onto the omelet.

“Oh, fuck. NNG!” Erin arched her back before she grabbed the edge of the table with her free hand. Regardless, she swallowed her bite and glanced at her friend as best as she could. “Nothing much. What about you? You took your time to get your ‘ketchup’.”

It did take longer than it should have. “Yeah,” Cadence agreed as she cut out a bite and brought a piece of the omelet to her mouth. As she chewed, she moaned in satisfaction as she took in the taste of how the “ketchup” mixed with the food. “‘The dispenser’ took a while to ‘squeeze the ketchup’ out, but when ‘it’ did ‘it’ squeezed out more ‘ketchup’ than I wanted. I even caught some of ‘it’ on me.”

“That’s… oh, god… fuck… annoying, fuck!” Erin’s body tensed as John “ate his breakfast” faster. He must have been starving, Cadence thought as she glanced down at him. Finally, Erin screamed as “John’s breakfast” squirted at him, the see through liquid spraying his face and shirt. Several students and teachers glanced at them, with one of the teachers getting up from her table to see what was going on.

“Are you alright?” Cadence asked as John finally rose.

“Yeah,” Erin breathed as she pulled her panties up her legs, the fabric already dampening from the “leftover food”. As she sat down, she glanced at John. “What about you? Did you enjoy ‘your breakfast’?”

John quickly nodded as he wiped his chin before eating what was left of his cereal. “Yep.”

Before he could continue, the teacher, Mrs. Ingram, approached their table. “Is there a problem?”