Having decided not to waste the fluro green treat she’d made and having realised she’d been eating it all day anyway and kinda liked the taste, Sweetie Belle drunk the snot-shot. She didn’t down it in one go however, it was too thick and stuck to the side of the cup. Wiggling her tongue out and into the cup she was able to scoop about half of it out and and quickly swallow it down.

Oh god, I took a sip of an up&go right here and heaved a little as the thick milk drink went down…

The second load came seconds after and stretched out a bit as it went into her mouth, first sticking to the cup then her teeth before she swallowed it down too. Unfortunately, it was half way down her throat but also still in her mouth. The string of snot began to tickle whatever that dangly thing in the back of your mouth is called. It only did do for a brief moment, not longer than a strand of mom’s spaghetti would but when you’re on the verge of throwing up already, well…

Sweetie Belle lent over the sink, and emptied her guts into it, the still running water quickly washing it away. It was a shame to see her snack go to waste immediately after eating it. Of course it wasn't the only thing coming up as the second wave of puke came up next. It too went down the drain but as the third wave came Sweetie Belle slid on the tile floor beneath her that had become quickly damp with the constant specks of water splashing on it all day long.

As she fell sideways, her face was pointed upwards and in a glorious fountain she knew what was was about to happen. In almost slow motion for her the still green, but the dull, cartoonish vomit-green coloured… vomit… came out of her mouth and in an arc that perfectly umbrellaed out in all directions, she watched as it came down on her as Ballad of Fallen Angels played in her mind. The moment she hit the ground she was covered.

Which only made her throw up on herself even more.

At first it came out in a solid stream, covering herself. Then it turned into jet bursts launching two towers of vomit high into the air above her before crashing down on her. After that it just began to sputter out of her in quick bursts as she emptied her stomach and it could only put out so much puke. There she was lying on the cold hard ground. Covered in her own vomit.

Visions of a similar future on the streets briefly entered her head while she was still delirious from the experience but she slowly came back to rationality and made an important discovery. Her gut juices were nice and warm on her. The hot water had long since run out and the constant running water had done a good job of cooling the place down. Not to mention that, while getting better, she was still sick and had a mild temperature.

Disgust quickly turned to comfort as she sighed contently and began to roll around in the puddle and make a cute little puke angel in it with her hooves. As it soaked into her fur, her mane and her tail, her whole body warmed up with the rather non-newtonian liquid covering her. The small chunks and stringy bits occasionally dug into her side or clung to her but all in all it felt pretty damn good to be covered in the mess.

It didn’t last too long though as a few minutes later the puke began to get cold and now she was just covered in cooling ‘water’. The answer was obvious as she stuck her hoof in her mouth and started poking at her dangly throat-meat thingy trying to make herself vomit anew. She gagged and dry heaved but couldn’t get in more to come out. To which the obvious solution was obvious.

Sweetie Belle began to scoop up the vomit on the ground, along with any other stuff that was left on the public bathroom floor, into a small pool that then just spread back out when she moved her hooves away, but since the sick was so thick and mucus-like, it didn’t get far… she then activated kirby mode and face planted into it, sucking up as much as she could.
She then swallowed it down and shoved a hoof into her mouth.

A moment later, and it rained down upon her for the second time. Sweetie Belle wallowed in the much slimier vomit again for a shorter amount of time before it got cold once more. Scooping it up once more, she wasn’t able to get as much and thus, the response was equally minute. On the third attempt her gag reflex had become about as strong as her sister’s so she had to really force it to get it out of her. She was about to get another fountain to rain down on her. It wasn’t from her mouth however.

Author's Note

I wrote this before Pinkie's Deli Belly adventure in Cantalot with Rarity but Sweetie Belle's Kirby mode did indeed look something like this.