Author's Note

Contains: Underage Prey, Willing Prey, Oral Vore, Soft Vore, Soft Digestion, a small bit of prepping.

Can't Hardly Wait.

“Peachy Pie! Don’t worry, I’ll save-” Sunny Daze’s exclamation died in her throat when she saw Cheerilee.

There was a moment, time seemed to slow for Sunny Daze, she knew what she was seeing, the gentle bulge that was her dearest friend traveling down her teachers throat and the way it disappeared briefly to reappear and fill that soft looking belly, making it sag and sink softly to the floor a slight bounce marking the new weight, her friend inside that plush looking gut causing Miss Cheerilee’s belly to jostle from side to side. The moment Sunny Daze saw Cheerilee’s belly sink and sit softly on the ground she flushed red, her heart thundered in her ears and her knees suddenly felt weak.

“You...You ate Peachy Pie,” Sunny Daze said, her voice coming out as a whisper of disbelief.

Cheerilee cleaned her hoof of ketchup, looking at Sunny Daze, she fully expected the little filly to make a mad dash for it and tell somepony. Cheerilee started to formulate a story for how she ended up with a little filly in her stomach when she saw Sunny Daze just standing there shivering.

“Sunny, would you like to come over here?” Cheerilee said gently.

Sunny Daze couldn’t decide what to do, her head told her to run and get somepony, anypony, but something deep in the cockles of her body pushed her forward. Putting one shivering hoof in front of the other Sunny Daze approached Cheerilee.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Cheerilee said, putting her now clean hoof on the filly’s head and petting her.

“You...ate her. You ate my best friend,” Sunny Daze said, her eyes locked on that still shifting belly.

“I did...would you like to feel her moving in there?” Cheerilee asked.

Sunny Daze didn’t answer, she knew she should be horrified that her best friend was eaten alive but the way that soft bulge in Cheerilee’s throat slid down and filled out that inviting tummy kept replaying in her mind. Sunny Daze put a hoof on that pudgy bulge and her heart skipped a beat, her hoof drawing back and her cheeks flushing red all over again. Cheerilee saw Sunny Daze pause another moment and then take right to it; she placed one hoof on her belly, then soon the other and started petting the squirming belly that held her best friend.

“Are...Are you gonna let her out?” Sunny Daze asked,

“I would if I could, but you know what happens to food once it’s eaten,” Cheerilee said softly, still petting the little filly.

Sunny heard her, but it didn’t even process as offensive that Cheerilee just referred to her friend as food instead of the pony that she is...was

“It get’s digested,” Sunny Daze said, lowering her muzzle to the squirming tummy and nuzzeling it.

“Very good, now for an easy A+ in class Sunny Daze I want you to answer one more question,” Cheerilee said, her voice soft and warm and her eyes inviting and kind “Do you want to join her?”

Sunny knew what Cheerilee was saying. The idea of her being that next soft bulge, the warmth that awaited her. How much lower would Cheerilee’s gut sag if she was in there with her friend? She couldn’t leave her friend in there alone, she had to have a friend in there with her…

“No, I…” Sunny Daze started but going silent, her heart feeling like it was trying to burst from her chest

Tears brimming in her eyes, her ears swept backwards in submission and Sunny Daze locked eyes with Cheerilee and kissed her teachers round tummy.

“Miss….Miss Cheerilee, I-I want to be…” Sunny Daze began but trailed off, “I want to be…your food. Please eat me, like Peachy Pie,”

Cheerilee stood up, leaving the filly on the floor and sat her doughy ass in her chair, the chair groaning and protesting the extra weight she had packed away. Reaching over to the little plastic baggy still filled with barbeque, packets, she dropped it in front of Sunny Daze.

“If that’s what you want, but first I would love it if you covered yourself in Barbeque sauce, Sunny,”

Grabbing the bag in her mouth Sunny saw all the empty ketchup packets on the floor as she scrambled on top of the desk. Pulling out the first barbeque packet Sunny got to work, ripping off the tops of the packets and spreading the sauce all over her coat. Cheerilee watched patiently, her mouth watering as the little filly prepared herself for consumption, the shifting of Peachy Pie was getting sluggish, her lumpy belly was getting rounder and soft as the filly inside gurgled away into fat.

“Sunny, better hurry, Peachy is fading fast,” Cheerilee said, shaking her full belly and letting the soft sloshing and groan punctuate what she said.

Sunny ripped three packets open and squeezed the contents hastily onto her body. Matting her coat from mane to hoof in barbeque sauce she presented herself to Cheerilee, hoping that she was covered well enough to be eaten. Cheerilee nodded with approval, leaned back and opened her mouth and waited. When nothing happened, Sunny grew anxious.

“I..I thought you were going to eat me, Miss Cheerilee?” Sunny asked.

“I will, but you’re gonna feed yourself to me like a good little meal,” Cheerilee said before hanging her mouth open once more, and rolling out her tongue in imitation of a red carpet.

Sunny Daze did as told, like a good little filly, and using the soften lump of meat in Cheerilee’s stomach as a stepping stone, put her face right up to the entrance of the soft, pink, drool slickened throat that would devour her. Cheerilee belch, a few strands of Peachy Pie’s two toned mane accompanying the blast of humid air that hit Sunny Daze right in the face. Shaking her head slightly Sunny put one hoof into Cheerilee’s maw, the feeling sending a jolt of pleasure through her the same way placing the second hoof right in did. Sunny marveled as strands of drool broke and covered her little hooves. That was the last thing she would see, when her head entered everything went black and her hooves slid into the entrance of her throat.

There was a moment where nothing happened, Sunny waited for Cheerilee to start swallowing but the moment never came. Realizing Cheerilee wasn’t kidding when she said “feed yourself to me” she expected Sunny to do all the work. Positioning herself, Sunny wiggled left and right, getting a few more inches into her teacher’s mouth before stopping to readjust her footing.
Cheerilee gently gnawed on her meal, her tongue running all over her chest and belly and swallowing the pooling drool in her maw to get a good taste of barbecue sauce covered filly.

Inch after inch Sunny Daze pushed and wiggled her way down the teacher’s throat, the full weight of what she was doing not stopping her from filling her teachers belly and joining her friend. Sunny Daze wasn’t a student, she wasn’t a filly, she was a meal, a hunk of meat meant to fill a stomach and nourish whoever ate her, it was just a stroke of luck that it was her teacher that claimed her first.

Cheerilee was in bliss, each time her throat shifted another inch of the filly would sink into her slavering maw, her tongue lashing, her lips sealing around every new inch, along her taste buds to re-experience the taste of how delicious Sunny Daze was. Sunny Daze’s hind hooves lifted off Cheerilee’s stomach and hung their, kicking uselessly in air as the filly’s rump was framed by her voracious teachers jaws. Sunny didn’t have the strength to continue, as much as she wanted to be a good little meal, her body ached from the exertion of pushing against wet throat muscles and her eyes burned from barbecued infused spittle getting in her eyes, the lack of air was muggy and stifling.

“Miss...Miss Cheerilee, I can’t push myself any further, I’m sorry-” Sunny Daze said before getting cut off by a sudden jolt.

Cheerilee heard the filly and deciding she had done enough tossed her head back, the filly’s hind legs flying into the air and with a slick glurk slide down behind her lips and with another thick gulp sent the struggling bulge to her already bloated belly that swelled larger with the new addition; the new radius of her belly hitting the edge of her desk and swaying gently till it came to rest.

Cheerilee sat there and rubbed her gurgling gut, hearing the moaning of Sunny Daze inside as she found a comfortable position to digest in. Stroking the soft swell in her middle Cheerilee licked her lips clean of stray sauce and delighted in the soft aftertaste of the filly before burping.

“Thank you Miss, Cheerilee! Let my mom know I love her and that I was happy to do this! Thank you for teaching me my place in life!” Sunny Daze yelled from her gut.

“No problem Sunny, you were the tastiest little filly I ever had,” Cheerilee said softly patting her gut before leaning back in her chair and spending the rest of her morning digesting her meals.