>You have no cereal.
>You have no eggs.
>You even ran out of milk.
>All you have left is solid foods for breakfast.
>You were so far in denial, you searched for an hour around your entire house, hoping against the worst you'd find something your moth-mate wouldn't have to pump your stomach for.
>You found nothing.
>Now you sit in your chair, crying over your last waffle.
>Your moth-mate is staring directly at you.
>You can't look back to her.
>It's all over.
>"It's your own fault for not buying more food."
>You kept on forgetting. If you could go back in time and buy anything to help you avoid this situation, you would.
>But you can't.
>Thus, you cry as you finish the waffle.
>...
>There's nothing left.
>Nothing left keeping her from invading your stomach with her tongue.
>You feel a tap on your side.
>"Anon~"
>She's patronizing you.
>Fantastic.
>Slowly, you turn to face her.
>Her eyes are at yours. She isn't staring, that would kill you, her eyes are... gentle. They're... comforting.
>Very out of place, for someone who's about to...
>You shudder.
>"Oh, come on, Anon. It won't be too unenjoyable."
>She licks her lips as she brings her mouth closer to yours.
>"... For me."
>She grabs hold of your body and brings you in closer.
>Your mouth touches hers.
>Both are open.
>Chills go down your spine.
>It's happening.
>Within moments, you feel her tongue dance around your mouth.
>It... feels nice.
>Then it reaches your throat.
>It doesn't stop.
>Her tongue slowly makes its way down, until it reaches your food-box.
>... Food-pit?
>... Food... level...
>Stomach.
>Whatever.
>You both sit, frozen, as she drinks from you.
 
>Your eyes closed long ago. You can't see anything nor can you cry.
>The tears dried up long ago.
>All pain you feel is no longer liquid.
>It's full emotion.
>You hear your moth-mate moan.
>Not a moan of pain, or hurt, it sounded more like...
>Pleasure...
>She stopped drinking from you, that much, you can tell.
>Did...
>Did she...
>Is she enjoying this?
>...
>Time stands still.
>...
>She shoves the two of you apart as her tongue retreats from you.
>You fumble in your seat, trying to regain balance.
>Once you've gained control, you're able to see her again. Instead of a predator, you see a blushing mare.
>She's wide-eyed.
>You are too.
>The two of you just sit there, staring into each other's eyes.
>Your mind is blank.
>Her mouth is agape.
>You can tell she's trying to piece together something to say.
>She has been for the passed minute.
>Still nothing.
>...
>She coughs and looks away.
>"A-Anon, you should go out and buy more food. Y-you know, t-to keep your stomach safe."
>Was she trying to sound in-control there?
>Because she didn't.
>Her voice is shaking just as much as her body.
>You look away from her.
"Y-yeah. I'll... go do that."
>You get up from your chair, face the door and walk.
>Wait, you have to get some money first.
>Not even in the perfect land of Equestria are things free.
>As smoothly as you can, you spin around, hopefully out of sight of your moth-mate, and go around her to one of the doorways to other rooms.
>As you leave the kitchen/dining room, you hear something hit the table.
>You glance back.
>It was her head.
>It was a less-than-normal breakfast.