A Short Story : Can You Change With Me?

“Chicken parmesan.” I replied, placing a pan on the stove. I move to get the spices out of the cabinet above my head and he moves with me. I giggle, then try to push him off. “Liam, I’m trying to cook.”

going to make them a cake." She pretended to stir and put things in a

“What have you got cooked up now?” she supposed. “Can’t you just LEAVE US ALONE?”

“Hey Alan wake up...you're going to be late” said my aunt as she snatched the blanket off my legs “ I am up okay…” I said. As i was getting dressed, all i could hear was my aunt saying “ I told to go to sleep early last night...”. I wasn’t to worried about not getting enough sleep because i knew i could sleep in the airplane. I rushed into the bathroom to comb my hair and a sweet soothing smell penetrated the bathroom door...then i knew my aunt was making breakfast. She was making pancakes, eggs, hashbrowns and bacon...mmm bacon, i couldn’t wait to eat it. As soon as i was done combing my hair, i rushed into the kitchen and leaped into the table. My mouth began to drool, i grabbed a fork and pierced through the scrambles eggs as if it was

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring 'Leviathan II' by Parkway Drive, waking me up with a jolt. I looked at the clock, seeing that it was time for me to get up and get Alesana up for school and then get myself to work. I jumped out of bed, walking out of my room and to Ali's room, flipping the light switch on. You see, she's a really light sleeper, taking after me. I quickly walked downstairs to the kitchen, getting out the eggs and bacon, putting a frying pan on the stove and turning it on. I let it get hot while I poured myself some orange juice, taking a few sips out of it. I set it down and got out five strips of bacon, putting the rest away, and laying them in the pan. I got out another pan, putting it on the other burner and cracked an egg in it, wanting to

“Come, your grandma made hot chocolate and she can tell you the story behind the picture.” She sighed and with one last look at the picture she once again disappeared into the warmth of the kitchen followed by me with many unanswered questions.

He grinned back at her. “What’s really impressive is this.” Arthur poured a mug of coffee for her, added a splash of cream, then topped it off with fresh whipped topping. “But that’s not all.” From the saucepan on the stove, he drizzled caramel sauce all over it.

“Hold my hand,” she said to me. I reached out and did just that. I felt no effect from the contact though. Arnold sat down last and then reached out for both Sarah’s hand and mine. Once we were all linked I started to quickly feel the effects of warmth and sensuality reach into me. I sigh, closing my eyes in response to the unique feeling of

Anne raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. She picked up her fork and twirled the pasta around her fork. Savoring the sauce, she swallowed and a moan escaped. “Oh, this is delicious. You made the sauce from scratch didn’t you?”

“Mama, what are we making?” Lili asked rising on her tiptoes to look at the treats on the counter.

“Well let's get going everypony, we've got a bakery to go to!” Steve said with a hungry grin. Just the thought of delicious baked goods made his mouth water.

Once she put them on a plate I ate them and the white cinnamon sauce tasted so good in my mouth that morning.

“Yes, Mother.” Lilly rolled her eyes as she was shooed out the door. Before it was slammed in her face, she caught a glimpse of Gertrude Pollacco, the house chef, setting a pie on the rack next to the other one. There was something about the look on her face… Was it stress? Exhaustion?

Mithian chuckled but carried on. “Basically, I threw myself at him. We ended up all over one another, tearing off clothes right in the kitchen. Once we were undressed, he seemed to hesitate, so I asked him to take me to the bedroom. He was adorably nervous, but he carried me there and settled me down into bed.”

“Hey honey,” Mom called out from the kitchen. “We’re having chicken and rice for dinner, your favorite!”