She Does So.
It began on a very hot day, right in the highest peak of action in heat season, and Sweetie Belle, a young filly from the little town of Ponyville, was having a hard time coping with the intense air. Her sister was having no easier of a time, sitting in her house, fanning herself using her magic and a small paper fan to help relieve herself from the summer heat. Sweetie Belle was also occupying space at her sister's home, and she was getting rather desperate, the heat getting into her head and making her have thoughts. She resisted her urges as best as she could, but failed in the end to go against all the temptations she faced. She knew that she couldn't resist the hunger she had for long, and she decided to fight against it.
With this, Sweetie Belle set out into the kitchen, knowing what she had to do to satisfy her primal urges. She climbed up toward the counter and pulled down a very large load that was upon it, toppling it down upon herself. She carried the amazing package over toward the table, and set it down next to a plate, being very careful to not hurt the precious contents it held within. She set towards the open end, and, using her forehooves, began twisting and stroking carefully and delicately. She pulled and pushed, twisting as best as she could against it, until at last, the twist tie was undone. From the incredibly large package, she withdrew two very soft, very gently crafted piece of bread, and set them down onto the plate resting on the table. Having gotten what she wanted from it, she shoved the container aside, and went towards the fridge.
Opening the fridge door, she retrieved a few things. She got out first a huge cylinder container, brimming with beautiful white fluids. With loving tenderness, she carefully handled the delicate piece, so to get its incredible sauce into her soft place. She was too quick however, and the load fell and blasted Sweetie Belle. It unloaded and went everywhere, covered Sweetie Belle in its glorious white, sticky fluids. Her young, soft fur was matted in several places, and her mane gained new alabaster splotches in several places. From this intense moment, Sweetie Belle couldn't help but moan a phrase, demonstrating her feelings.
"Whoops."
Sweetie Belle knew it wasn't over, however, and endured the remaining drops, feeling them land upon her awaiting body. When it was all over, she stood up, and went to get a towel to clean up the mess that came from her overwhelming desire. She set to work, cleaning up the massive puddle of sticky goop that had come from the load. She scrubbed and scrubbed, until finally mayonaise had been mostly removed from the floor. She wiped the sweat off her head, pleased with the job she had done, and then returned to the fridge to get the next item she needed.
She pulled out several long, juicy looking rods, all of them looking so delicious that she considered putting them in her mouth right then and there. She wanted them inside of her, filling her to the brim with pleasure and ecstasy. She resisted, however, and set to work at arranging some of them on the table, the incredible sticks of joy that they were, and began breaking them, as if to symbolize her resistance to the feelings she had towards them. Carefully, she placed the hard scepters onto her soft pieces, upon which she had spread the white sticky fluids from her previous excursion. She arranged them as carefully as she could, to make the best possible outcome a reality.
Sweetie Belle then got head. As in, she retrieved a head of lettuce from the fridge, and delicately placed it next to the plate where it would soon be residing. Using her forehooves, she took great tender care to break off a few leaves from its grasp. She used her mouth to then nab the fine pieces and gently place them onto the bed made especially by her. She was nearly ready for the intense moment, but she needed something more.
She made one final trek to the fridge, its cool air soothing her as she prepared to take the final step towards creating the perfect moment to end her troubles against the heat season. She pulled out a great, plump, and beautiful piece, and took it back to the table, where all the magic was to happen. She then took a knife, a large one, and slowly began cutting up the thick red sphere. She sliced for a painstakingly long time, before reaching the opposite end of its volumous shape. She retrieved the bit she wrought from it, and placed it upon the sticky slime that was on the soft piece that belonged to her.
At long last, it came time. It was the moment Sweetie Belle had been waiting for since the heat season began getting to her, and her urges were at their peak. She leaned in fast, and shoved the front end right into her awaiting orifice, salivating at the prospect of having such a beautiful object inside of her. She was flooded with intense pleasure when it filled her open mouth with its delicatory taste. She couldn't help but begin moaning at the incredible feeling of love she was having.
"Mmm..." That was the beautiful noise that was escaping. She was practically purring like a cat at the prospect of having such an amazingly big thing inside her young belly. She licked and ravenously shoved more and more into her mouth, filling it with the wonderful taste of a delicious sandwich. She tore and bit into it, going on and on until finally, there was none left. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in how short it had lasted against her incredible hunger, but she felt that she had satisfied her lust for something to fill her.
With this, Sweetie Belle sauntered out of the kitchen, satisfied in knowing that she had been able to beat the heat that was consuming her. She passed by Rarity, who was busy herself doing something odd. She stopped to ask her sister an important question like no other, one that made Rarity jump back in surprise at the prospect.
"Hey, I made a sandwich, you want one?" Sweetie Belle said, asking her beloved older sibling if she would enjoy the intense pleasure that she had just endured. Rarity thought for a moment, though it was short, it seemed like an eternity to Sweetie Belle. Finally, at last, after a long period of time, breaking the long silence, Rarity relinquished her answer.
"Oh, no. I'm fine, but thank you for offering." With this, Rarity set back to furiously wiping the spot off the couch. Her sweat was making her very uncomfortable upon it. Sweetie Belle, having accomplished what she set out to do, withdrew back to her room and continued what she had been doing before any of this life changing moment had happened. Tired with a full belly, Sweetie Belle went back to take a long nap on her bed, upstairs.
The End