Author's Note

Contains: Underage prey, Unwilling Prey, Soft Vore, Oral Vore and a small bit of prepping.

Peachy Pie

Saturday, the day of play for foals. Fillies and colts spent the day as they saw fit but one little filly, Peachy Pie, would have to spend a whole three hours of it in detention at Ponyville Schoolhouse. Ears down in defeat the little filly considered it absolutely horrendous torture to have to walk past all her friends having the time of their lives while she had to spend her day in detention.

“Lesson learned, never help Silver Spoon again,” Peachy Pie said to herself.

“Peachy Pie!” A familiar voice came from ahead

Peachy Pie’s demeanor did a complete turn around, her little ears shooting up and her two toned mane and tail bristling with excitement when she saw her dearest friend, Sunny Daze, another little filly with a sun bleached cream colored mane and sun tanned orange coat. Peachy Pie galloped to her friend, the worst day of her life suddenly not looking too bad at all.

“Sunny! Oh goodness, how are you?” Peachy said hugging her friend.

“Good! Wanted to see what you want to do after you got out of detention,?” Sunny Daze asked returning the hug.

“You mean “IF” I get out of prison,” Peachy Pie corrected.

“I know what I said. The Apple family has a petting zoo up for all the foals, and hay rides today, mom also gave me my allowance and it's opening weekend for the new Mare Do Well movie,” Sunny Daze said.

“I'd like to go to Sugarcube Corner and try that cookie batter milkshake with you,” Peachy Pie said.

“Cool! I'll wait for you to get out and then go have fun, Kay?” Sunny Daze said, smiling wide.

“I don't think you understand Sunny! Detention is the worst!” Peachy said

“Uh oh, here we go,” Sunny Daze chimed in.

“I not only have to sit there with the teacher alone in a room I have to watch out for other dangers!” Peachy Pie exclaimed

“Here it comes,”

“If I escape prison that's not a guarantee that I'll escape the schoolhouse monster! I could very well get gobbled up like Feather Weight and Pipsqueak did!”

“Thank you and good night,”

Peachy Pie couldn't believe what she was hearing, her own best friend was mocking her and making light of her impending doom! Peachy Pie scowled at Sunny Daze.

“Well, some friend you turned out to be. Here I am, possibly the last time you’ll ever see me again and there you are, mocking me,” Peachy Pie scolded her giggling friend.

Sunny Daze hooked a hoof around her best friend while they walked, “Peach, I’m not mocking you, you’re being a silly filly. Feather Weight is in the hospital for a few months and Pipsqueak was transferred back to Trottingham,” She said “If there is a monster in the basement of school and it gets you, all you have to do is call my name and I’ll come save you. Besides, you’re right there with Miss Cheerilee, monsters a scared of grown ups,”

Peachy looked at Sunny Daze and and nodded gently “Thank you Sunny, I’d be a wreck without you,”

Approaching the schoolhouse, Peachy Pie could see Miss Cheerilee waiting in the classroom through the window and growled. Walking up the staircase Peachy Pie took one more look at the beautiful day and Sunny Daze, with one more hug for her friend she opened the door and entered the school house.

Cheerilee squirmed back and forth in her chair, each shift making the chair squeak and groan from her rounded figure. Cheerilee’s ass, as if made from the softest dough, squished and pressed through the slotted spaces in the back of her chair. It had been at least two months since she last ate one of her students, why could she not burn them off her flanks? Rubbing the roll of belly chub developing on her middle Cheerilee considered joining one of those exercise groups that mothers join after their first foal.

The door opened and right on time Peachy Pie showed up for detention. The little filly crestfallen about having to spend her saturday in such a way. Taking the nearest desk available, Peachy Pie dramatically sat down and let out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do Peachy,” Cheerilee said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Then is it cool if we just cut this short and pretend three hours have passed?” Peachy Pie asked

Cheerilee gave the little filly a stern stare and took another drink from her cup.

“If you don’t like it, then perhaps you shouldn’t start food fights in the classroom,” Cheerilee stated.

“It was Silver Spoon who came up with the idea in the first place!” Peachy Pie exclaimed,

“That is not the issue, you should have known better than to go along with such a bad idea,” Cheerilee replied.

The mattered was settled and silence filled the room as Cheerilee read the morning paper and Peachy Pie counted the minutes. It wasn’t long before Cheerilee was re-reading parts of the paper and trying to find a hint of humor from the comics, she knew that the newspaper wouldn’t last long but it was only a half hour into this detention shtick and she was already in the same state of boredom as her student.

Leaning back in her chair and making it squeak Cheerilee opened her desk drawer in the hopes that she confiscated something from one of her students in the past that would help her pass the time. The “evidence drawer” as Cheerilee called it was filled with all sorts of stuff, some were obvious why she took them; a miniature spin top that a student modified with razors to battle against another student’s modified spin top, a baggie full of ketchup and barbeque sauce packets, that students would stomp on outside of the school.

Among all the items the drawer offered the only thing she found that could possibly help her was a uncouth magazine that made liberal use of foalish gross out humor. Settling on the magazine Cheerilee tried to keep herself busy. The magazine was dumb and the only thing Cheerilee got from it was a few dirty limerick, it had served it’s purpose though a nice chunk of time had passed but there was still a little less than two hours left. The worst part about two hours left was that the boredom was making Cheerilee hungry.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Peachy Pie asked softly.

“Yes, Peachy” Cheerilee responded, hearing the question in the little fillies voice.

“I have to go to the bathroom…” Peachy Pie said.

“I don’t need to know that. Just take the pass and go Peachy,” Cheerilee said, pointing at the hall pass.

Cheerilee noticed the little filly didn’t move, she just sat there staring at the hall pass.

“Peachy? Is everything alright?” Cheerilee asked.

“Can...can I have an escort?” Peachy asked, noticing that Cheerilee was giving her a confused stare she quickly added “So the monster doesn’t eat me…”

Cheerilee smiled and remarked in her head on the imagination of foals. A quick trip down the hallway and Cheerilee was sitting and waiting outside the bathroom door, tapping her belly as it groaned softly from hunger, there was still an hour and a half left in Peachy’s detention but he stomach insisted on being fed. The bathroom door opened and Peachy stepped out, Cheerilee licked her lips and walked her student back to the classroom.

“Peachy, we both don’t want to be here, right?” Cheerilee said

“You can say that again,” Peachy Pie responded, “I’m sorry I started a food fight, I’d rather jump from Canterlot than listen to Silver Spoon again,”

“Oh stop, there’s no need to jump off anything,” Cheerilee said smiling “When we get back to the classroom and I will strike you a deal,”

Peachy face brightened with hope, she might be able to enjoy her Saturday after all. Entering the classroom Cheerilee pointed to her desk.

“Go have a seat on my desk,” Cheerilee said.

Peachy did as told and watched patiently as Cheerilee produced a bandana from her desk and gave it to her.

“Put that on please,” Cheerilee said.

Peachy, again, did as told and covered her eyes with the cloth.

“Now here’s the deal, I want to test something out. No matter what you feel, do not take the bandana off. After I’m done testing you’ll be free to enjoy your saturday, alright?” Cheerilee said, pulling out the plastic bag of ketchup and barbeque packets.

“Yes Miss Cheerilee, I’m ready when you are,” Peachy Pie replied.

Cheerilee pat the little one on her head, before pulling out the ketchup packets and tearing off the tips. Squeezing out the first package Cheerilee put ketchup on the filly’s shoulders, another packet was rubbed into her coat on bother her belly and down her back. Peachy Pie felt the little cool little dollops on her body getting massaged into her coat, Peachy was fine with it only getting a little uncomfortable when Cheerilee began covering her little hooves and flanks in the substance.

All drizzled in condiments Cheerilee licked her lips and swallowed the saliva gathering in her mouth. Foals were tasty but a little addition couldn’t hurt, right? Cheerilee’s stomach growled in anticipation. Scooping up the hind quarters of Peachy Pie and gathering up the filly’s hind legs underneath her, Cheerilee opened as wide as she could and guided the filly in, smearing ketchup on her lips as those little flanks filled her cheeks and slid into the back of her throat.

Peachy Pie shifted, still blindfolded all she could feel now was a warmth embracing her lower body tightly, something soft and warm was stroking her belly though, making her giggle. Cheerilee took a deep breath and with a thick swallow Cheerilee’s gullet dragged the little filly’s back end, hooves and all, into her throat.

“What was that?” Peachy Pie asked, feeling the grip of Cheerilee’s throat tightly around her flanks.

Cheerilee moaned and sighed, ketchup was a great choice. Allowing her tongue to roam and soak that soft belly in saliva before, her lips wrapping tightly around those little hips and fill her mouth with the delicious taste of a filly covered in ketchup. Another swallow claimed a few more inches and Cheerilee’s neck swelled outwards. Scooping up the front half of Peachy Pie and sitting down, Cheerilee carefully fed the filly into her stomach.

“Miss Cheerilee? I feel wet, and something is constantly tickling me, can I take the bandana off now?” Peachy Pie said, the warmth now crawling up her chest and shoulders.

Cheerilee grunted a “no” and swallowed some more, her belly rounding out and swelling as Peachy entered her teacher’s belly. Lips closing around the little ones neck Cheerilee let her took a moment and sucked on Peachy Pie’s coat as if she were a hard candy, enjoying the way the tasty flesh and ketchup mingled.

“Miss Cheerilee, I can’t move. Why can’t I move? I’m scared, I don’t want to do this anymore!” Peachy Pie said, her voice getting shaky with fear.

Cheerilee spread her jaws wide, her wet, warm, tongue slipping underneath Peachy Pie’s chin and cupping her jaw will Cheerilee put a ketchup covered hoof to her snout and relaxed her throat. Pushing Peachy gently in the little filly began panicking and yelled incoherently before Cheerilee closed her lips and licked all over the Filly’s head before she reached her favorite moment. The gulp that sealed their fate, the swallow that sent the foal to her stomach was Cheerilee’s favorite, and it was in the middle of that sweet moment that the door suddenly slammed open.

Standing there, a riled ball of worry was Peachy Pie’s friend, Sunny Daze.