School Yard Shorts

by The Cowardly Writer

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Pipsqueak, Tragedy, Cheerilee, Diamond Tiara, Dark, Sad, Silver Spoon
Length: 12345

Cheerilee devours her whole class.

Cheerilee must grapple with the urge and desire to devour each of her students. Each little Filly and colt is more delicious than the last and drives her wild with gluttony as student after student goes missing and Cheerilee looks softer and fatter than the day before.

This is Vore fetish fuel, no plot, no refinement and no proof reading. Each chapter will have a tag at the top telling you what it contains.

Published 2017-05-02 02:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-02 02:40:01 UTC

Mean Girl

Author's Note

Contains: Underage Prey, Unwilling Prey, Soft vore, Oral Vore, soft digestion

Mean Girl

“Duck...duck...duck…” A small pony walked around his classmates gently tapping one after the other on their heads as he walked by.

Cheerilee had gathered her students for a nice end of the day game to round out their hard lessons. Proud of each and everyone of them, Cheerilee was happy to see them happy. The colt currently holding the title put his hoof on Diamond Tiara’s shoulder.

“Goose!” The colt exclaimed before running like a mad pony around the circle the class made

The class laughed and cheered, Diamond Tiara was less than enthused though. Deciding to defy the rules of the game and instead obstinately sitting there, fore hooves crossed while the colt made it home to his spot in the circle, leaving Diamond with the title of “it”.

“Diamond Tiara, you’re it,” Sweetie Belle said.

“I don’t care if I’m “it”. I’m not playing your dumb game,” Diamond Tiara said, turning her nose up for exaggerated effect.

Cheerilee’s eyes narrowed, why did there always have to be one of “those students” in her class? The game might end earlier than she anticipated. Another student leaned over to try and cajole Diamond Tiara into playing the game.

“Diamond, you don’t want to be “it” do you?”

Diamond rebuked the colt, swiftly swatting him in the arm “Don’t talk down to me peasant!” Diamond scolded.

Cheerilee stood up, the students all falling silent and shifting away from Diamond Tiara who only had her cohort Silver Spoon remaining by her side.

“Diamond Tiara! Hallway. Now,” Cheerilee said, steel in her command.

Silver Spoon was the first and only one to come to her friends defense. Knowing what awaited her dear friend she leapt between teacher and student, hoof outstretched dramatically.

“No! Miss Cheerilee, please punish me instead. Take me instead!” Silver Spoon cried.

“Oh please, you’re such a drama queen sometimes Silver Spoon,” Diamond Tiara said, hip checking her friend and walking towards the door.

While Diamond left the room, Cheerilee walked up to the student the haughty filly had hit and made sure he was okay before heading towards the door.

“The rest of class will be a free study, My Little Pony’s . Break off into groups and behave, I will be back shortly,” Cheerilee announced before leaving.

In the hallway Cheerilee spied Diamond sitting on her haunches, filing her hooves with a sly smile adorning her face.

“Oh there you are, I was wondering if I was in trouble or if you’d gotten cold hooves because you know who my father is,” Diamond taunted.

Cheerilee approached, not a word was said; she had had students like her before, they were unruly, mean and usually gave her indigestion. Within grabbing distance Cheerilee grabbed the filly by her neck and her rump and opened wide. Diamond expected Cheerilee to back down, she expected the mare to just send her home with another note neither parents would read and she would forge their signature before handing it back. Looking down the wet, soft throat into the darkness that lead to Cheerilee’s stomach, Diamond Tiara realized too late she was in deep trouble.

Diamond inhaled to scream but was cut short when Cheerilee stuffed the filly into her maw. Cheeks bulging and her lips stretching around her meal, Cheerilee almost wanted to spit Diamond Tiara out, the nasty taste of hair product was almost eye watering, but after the first few swallows pulled the crying girl into her throat the natural flavor shined through.

A hint of strawberry, the soft texture of her coat as each thick gulp pulled it across her tongue and down her eager gullet. Cheerilee’s lips claimed inch after inch of the unruly filly, the thrashing fore hooves her gripped and fed into her maw, Cheerilee’s tongue wetting them and finding them softer than the hooves of other earth ponies. Whether soft because of her young age or through years of delicate care, the hooves were treated held in her mouth as her tongue undulated, tasting the delicate hooves before her the saliva pooling at the back of her warm maw forced her to swallow.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t see, all around her she could her the fast beat thumping sound of Cheerilee’s heart, the humid warmth constricting her from all sides, the undulation of each swallow pulling her deeper. Pushing her hooves against the walls of the throat did little to stop her descent into her teacher’s belly.

Little more than a bulge in her throat and a pair of kicking hind legs, Cheerilee decided to do what Diamond Tiara’s parents never could. Raising her hoof, she spanked the little fillies hind quarters between each wet glurk until her greedy swallowing pulled the sore flanks into her mouth and swelled out her cheeks. Gnawing gently and licking every tasty inch of that soft, lithe body with her tongue, Cheerilee had to give credit where credit was due, with the exception of her mane, Diamond Tiara was a tasty.

Suddenly the bell sounded, Cheerilee tried to gasp, but with a little filly meal still sliding her way down to her belly she choked instead. Gripping Diamond Tiara’s back hooves, she pushed the rest of her into her mouth and shut it, sealing her fate. Tongue still dancing around those tasty hind hooves she faced her students as they left the classroom and waved goodbye as they filed out of the school house. The last one to leave was Silver Spoon who saw the noticeable bulge in the teaching mares throat as it slid languidly into her middle, filling it out too.

‘Miss Cheerilee! Where did Diamond go?” Silver Spoon asked, knowing full well what had happened.

Cheerilee finished her meal, taking one more loud, heavy swallow and depositing the doomed filly into her gut, where she squirmed and pressed against the walls. Muffled yelling could be heard but Silver Spoon pretended to not hear it, biting her lip in concealed excitement at seeing her closest friend reduced to nothing more than a hunk of meat, destined to be a layer of fat on teacher.

“I...uh...I sent her home with a note Silver Spoon,” Cheerilee lied,

“Could I...maybe ‘go home’ with a note too?” Silver Spoon said, her eyes more focused on the squirming belly of her teacher than her eyes.

“No, you did nothing wrong. Have a good day Silver Spoon, see you tomorrow in class,” Cheerilee said before going back into the classroom to gather her things.

Silver Spoons hung her head, she dropped a pretty heavy hint...maybe Diamond Tiara was right, these ponies were stupid.

“Fine, all I have to do is get into trouble and I’ll be next on Miss Cheerilee’s menu,” Silver Spoon muttered, leaving the school house and walking home.

Cheerilee sat down in her chair, the squirming in her gut had come to a near stop; Diamond had already succumb and those were either errant twitches or she was running out of energy, either way it was one problem student down and though her stomach would be making noise all night digesting it’s meal, Cheerilee enjoyed the moment of being pleasantly full, stroking and patting her stuffed, belly.

The Breakfast Colts

Author's Note

Contains: Accidental Prey, Accidental Pred, Underage Prey, Soft Vore, Oral Vore, Soft Digestion

The Breakfast Colts

Cheerilee felt terrible. Indigestion plagued the teacher through the night and into the wee hours of the morning while she readied herself for another school day. Kicking herself for eating such a nasty little filly like Diamond Tiara, Cheerilee made a solemn vow to herself to never eat a foal again.

The dawn of a new morning crested the hill as Cheerilee came to the school house and unlocked the front door and then unlocking the door to her classroom where she set her teaching equipment and sat down to rest her head. Cheerilee rubbed the pudge on her stomach tenderly, the cool surface of the desk was a comfort she didn’t want to leave but she still had to climb the stairs to the belfry to ring the school bell, letting all the little ones know that school would be in session soon.

It was a boon of fortune when two little colts walked into the classroom earlier than expected, a thin, lanky student named Feather Weight and the transfer student Pipsqueak. The two set their saddlebags down near their desks before bringing out the new youth fad of the year the foals called “Pogs”.

“Good Morning Miss Cheerilee!” Pipsqueak said.

“How are you?” Feather Weight asked.

Their voices sounded like pounding drums, she opened her mouth to respond but her belly sent up another belch instead. The colts stopped what they were doing and giggled about it. Cheerilee rolled her eyes and smiled, no matter how much her class changed, some things just stayed the same.

“How would you boys like to do a favor for Miss Cheerilee?” Cheerilee asked.

“Sure, what do you need help with?” Pipsqueak responded.

“Well, I’m not feeling my usual 110% today, but I still need to ring the school bell to let your classmates know class is in session. Would you like to ring the bell in my stead?” Cheerilee asked, sweetly.

“Would we?” Both colts exclaimed “Yeah! Let us at it!”

“Aww you two a so sweet,” Cheerilee said, grabbing her keys “Follow me, if you’d please”

The two colts had never been to the second floor of the school house, let alone the belfry. The prospect of being that high, looking down on the schoolyard and seeing far off was super exciting to them.

“I’m gonna ring that bell so hard you’ll be able to hear it from the other side of Ponyville!” Pipsqueak exclaimed.

Cheerilee grimaced at the thought, her head already hurt from a restless night of tossing and churning, the ringing of a bell in her ears would easily make her long for the cold embrace of Wendigos.

“Oh yeah? Imma ring it so hard Princess Celestia will be able to hear that our school is in session!” Feather Weight said, one upping his pal.

“You can’t do that! Bells can’t ring that hard silly,” Pipsqueak chided

Cheerilee saw bickering coming from a mile away, one upping each other and tearing the other down all the way up the stairs to the attic door. Cheerilee stood on her hind legs and pulled on the cord leading to the ceiling entrance, a folded step ladder falling down neatly as the hatched was pulled open, providing the way straight up into the belfry of the schoolhouse.

“Remember, ring it 6 times and then come right down, okay?” Cheerilee said to bickering boys.

Stopping their quarrel for only a instance the two smiled sweetly their dear teacher and spoke in unison “Yes Miss Cheerilee,” before climbing the ladder up.

Feather Weight climbed after Pipsqueak, it was only a small bit of bad luck that Feather Weight tripped over his own hooves getting into the belfry and fell into Pipsqueak, knocking him down.

“Ow! Hey, you did that on purpose!” Pipsqueak accused getting to his hooves,

“No I didn’t, it was an accident, I swear!” Feather Wight tried to explain but received a push back from Pipsqueak.

Feather Weight fell back into the bell causing it to sway and ring once and just like that the quarreling had become a tussle. Pushing and shoving, grappling each other, Pipsqueak slapped at each other, wanting to vent their frustrations but not wanting to get hit either. Each time the two swung trying to best the other they hit the bell, causing it to ring out and let the other filles and colts in their class know, the school day had begun. Two rings, three, four; finally Pipsqueak and Feather Weight were a tangle of limbs as they yelled incoherently at each other about how the other was the worst thing since Nightmare Moon.

Cheerilee heard the fighting, looking up the ladder she rolled her eyes and reflected on her earlier thought about how some things staying the same included the limited usefulness of kids. The sixth bell rung out, completing the two colts tasks, Cheerilee saw Pipsqueak near the opening and assumed he was coming down.

“Alright boys, come on. Stop your squabbling and come down here,”

Feather Weight had other plans, scraping his hoof against the ground twice, he charged Pipsqueak and tackled the little colt. Cheerilee saw the two come down, tangled in a heap and only had enough time to exclaim

“Boys!”

The force of them falling spread Cheerilee’s jaws wide and bulged her throat out as the two colts went barreling down Cheerilee’s gullet and landed squarely in her stomach. Cheerilee was dragged to ground, stunned for a few minutes while the colts yelled and complained to no avail. Blinking twice Cheerilee twitched and gasped as she felt a particularly hard kick from one of the colts.

Putting two and two together Cheerilee looked down at her swollen belly in shock, the colts her still squirming, unaware themselves what had happened. Bathed in hot humidity and in the dark, both Pipsqueak and Feather Weight could barely move let alone breath.

“What’s going on?!” Pipsqueak yelled

“Help! I’m stuck! Miss Cheerilee, where are you! Feather Weight cried, panic setting in.

Cheerilee heard her stomach gurgle, seemingly happy with the sudden meal. The muffled cry of help from her middle fell on deaf ears as Cheerilee soon realized that her stomach ache had lessened greatly. Sitting up, her lumpy gut swollen enough with delicious foal to sit on the floor between her hind legs, she patted and shook the two colts inside around a little.

“Class can wait a little bit, right?” Cheerilee said, her stomach groaned, as if answering her question.

Cheerilee took her time, leaning against the hallway way and waiting for the two little colts. Much to her surprise they were quite the fighters, both resolving to fight when they escaped whatever muggy hell they had gotten themselves into and both pushing against the walls of Cheerilee’s stomach causing the imprint of little hooves to show clearly for a few seconds before sinking back down. Soon the Cheerilee noticed they weren’t moving as much, the squirming little colts losing to their teachers hungry stomach. Cheerilee patted her stomach and belched, the taste of hay fries a welcome change from the sour ones this morning.

“Such sweet little colts,” Cheerilee said, standing up.

Closing the hatch leading to the attic, Cheerilee trotted to her class her gut swaying gently from side to side as she did.
Silver Spoon was excited. Today would be the day she was eaten by Cheerilee. To make sure she was extra tasty for her teacher Silver Spoon used cake frosting as a body wash and styled her mane with donut glaze icing and glittered it with sprinkles. All Silver Spoon had to do was wait for one of those weakling colts to come in and she would deck him in the muzzle. Hitting others is what got Diamond Tiara gobbled up, surely that would be Silver Spoon’s end too.

Cheerilee entered class and just as she expected the class immediately took notice of how her belly hung heavy underneath her.

“Good Morning class!” Cheerilee said, full of enthusiasm.

“Good morning Miss Cheerilee!” Silver Spoon was the only one to respond. The rest of the class was silent.

“I have a special lesson for you today, my little ponies,” Cheerilee said, pulling out a stick of chalk before seeing Applebloom’s hoof in the air “Yes Applebloom? Question?”

“Yeah, what’s up with your belly? Ya’ll got a tape worm or somethin?” Applebloom asked

“Nope! Just a big ol’ breakfast! Most important meal of the day, after all!” Cheerilee said, laughing

Cheerilee got right into her planned lesson but Silver Spoon was waiting patiently for either Pipsqueak or Feather Weight to come back to class. She knew they were here, they’re stupid pogs were all all over their desks; stupid colts were probably kissing in the bathroom or something. It didn’t dawn on Silver Spoon until later that the two colts weren’t coming back; Cheerilee’s engorged belly, the fact that she was so late to class herself. Those stupid boys took her spot in Miss Cheerilee’s belly! Silver fumed silently, glowering at that soft looking belly churning away two more of her classmates into nothing more than little extra fat on Cheerilee’s sumptuous hips.

The bell rang once more signaling lunch break. Cheerilee sat down while her student’s filed out of the classroom to go play and enjoy their lunches, while she pulled a book out of her saddle bags and was about to read, still full from the two colts still firmly digesting in her belly; when she saw Silver Spoon approaching her desk. Leaning forward Cheerilee smiled warmly.

“What can I help you with, SIlver Spoon?” Cheerilee asked.

“I was wondering where Feather Weight and Pipsqueak are? I see there pogs so they must have shown up at school,” Silver Spoon asked

Keeping a straight face Cheerilee replied “The two got picked up by their mothers, they won’t be in school for a little while. Sorry SIlver Spoon,”
Silver Spoon knew she was being fed a line, but said nothing as she left the classroom fuming in anger and jealousy. Cheerilee picked her book up once more and rubbed her stuffed belly, renouncing her vow.

“Tasty little foals,” Cheerilee muttered.

Peachy Pie

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.

Can't Hardly Wait.

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.

What a Filly Wants

Author's Note

Contains: Underage prey, Willing Prey, Ass Worship, Soft Digestion, Taunting and Nighttime Emissions.

What a Filly Wants

Silver Spoon was restless. Spending weeks trying to get Cheerilee to eat her alive, all her attempts either backfired or resulted in another student being Cheerilee’s meal and Silver Spoon was getting tempermental from being so pent up. What she wouldn’t give to just be forward with her intentions, if only. Stronger than her want to be a layer of belly fat was the public image Silver Spoon had to maintain lest she shame her family whose only daughter submitted herself willingly as a meal for a lowly school teacher.

Tossing and turning in her bed, unable to sleep, visions and fantasies danced in her head pulling her from her corporeal form and into a projection of her class room. The room empty of all others except for Silver Spoon, Cheerilee and Diamond Tiara. Silver Spoon looked her friend up and down, astonished, amazed and surprised to see her whole and seemingly well.

“DT? Is that you? Aren’t you supposed to be flank fat?” Silver Spoon asked

“Nah, I became those pudgy love handles on Miss Cheerilee,” Diamond Tiara responded pointing at the front of the class.

Silver Spoon followed Diamond Tiara’s hoof and saw Cheerilee walking back and forth, her voice strong, commanding but inaudible her body softly shook with each step, a gentle wave of motion washing over her thick figure each section of her body a different color. The love handles were the same shade of pink that Diamond Tiara’s coat was; her hips were colored differently, the curvaceous hindquarters two toned orange and a lighter orange that swirled around each other each step, never mixing; Her thighs were similarly colored with two tones, one orange but the other more of a sunbleached color; her thighs squished each time they passed each other; the plumpest parts on the teacher though where her round, doughy ass cheeks, both a shade of white, but one cheek was mottled with brown spots that hugged and wrapped around the curve of her rear.

“Silver Spoon, you’re drooling,” Diamond Tiara said, closing her friends mouth for her.

“I don’t get it DT, I’ve tried everything! I want to be her tastiest meal yet but each time somepony else gets eaten in my place. Half my class wouldn’t have been digested if I could pony up and demand that Miss Cheerilee just eat me already!” Silver Spoon exclaimed.

“Silver Spoon, did I just hear you right?” came the unmistakable voice of Miss Cheerilee, her body the solid color it’s always been and devoid of any weight she had gained.

Silver Spoon looked at Cheerilee and then noticed all around that her whole class was back. Feather Weight, Pipsqueak, Sunny Daze, Peachy Pie, Diamond Tiara and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Everyone was quiet and staring at her, as if she had grown an extra limb suddenly.

“Silver Spoon. Come to the front please,” Cheerilee commanded
Doing as told Silver Spoon got up and her ears drooped down, her greatest fear coming true. Standing in front of her teacher, Silver Spoon couldn’t keep herself from shaking from fear and embarrassment.

“Repeat what you just said,” Cheerilee commanded.

Staying silent for a moment, all eyes on her Silver Spoon she gulped and closed her eyes before speaking “Miss Cheerilee. I want you to eat me,”

“Really?” Cheerilee asked “You know there’s no going back on a demand like that right?”

“I know. I don’t care, I want to be swallowed by a mare, I want to feel the warmth of your throat as it pulls me into your stomach, I want to give you a belly rub from inside your belly, please Miss Cheerilee I don’t want to be a student I want to be your lunch I want to ass fat I want you to eat me, please,” Silver Spoon gushed

Silver Spoon saw Pipsqueak trot up beside her and say “Welcome to the club!” before Cheerilee scooped the little colt into her mouth in one fluid motion and swallowed with no trouble, the vague shape sliding down her throat and making her stomach bounce comically before Cheerilee started to gain weight, her body thickening with the speedy disposal of the colt. Pip Squeak wasn’t the only one; each of her classmates trotted past Silver Spoon all of them congratulating her on her bravery and welcoming her as Cheerilee devoured student after student, her body regaining all the weight it had lost. The line of students repeated with Pipsqueak who repeated his “Welcome to the club!” before being gobbled up by teacher.

“Psst, Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon, over here,” Diamond called from behind Cheerilee.

Silver Spoon followed her friend and found Diamond rubbing, groping, and kissing Cheerilee’s ass cheek, wearing a dog collar emblazoned with the words “Midnight Snack” chained to Cheerilee’s leg. Diamond Tiara pointed next to Silver Spoon, an identical collar lay there, open and waiting to be worn.

“I don’t want to be a midnight snack, I wanted to be lunch,” Silver Spoon pouted, nudging the collar with her hoof.

“Since when does food get to decide anything?” Diamond said, kissing Cheerilee’s soft flesh “Your only purpose should be see to it that Miss Cheerilee is full and satisfied while she gurgles you away in her belly,”

Silver Spoon nodded, and obediently put the collar on. Looking back up she saw Diamond Tiara was gone, and Silver Spoon had taken her place. Cheerilee stood over the filly, body full and fat and with a small push laid Silver Spoon on her back before sitting down on her chest and letting her soft gut hang right above SIlver Spoons muzzle. Levitating towards Cheerilee’s mouth were those three, the Cutie Mark Crusaders Applebloom with a collar emblazoned with “Breakfast”. Opening wide, Cheerilee dumped the little filly into her mouth and in just three short swallows Applebloom was sent Cheerilee’s stomach, swelling it slightly and bringing it closer to her muzzle. Appleblooms cutie mark appeared on Cheerilee’s belly and Cheerilee ran her hoof over it opening her mouth for her next morsel Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle collar said “Lunch” and she squirmed endlessly as Cheerilee dropped her into her mouth and savored the tasty little filly before one thick glurk later and Cheerilee’s belly swelled closer to Silver Spoon’s face and Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark appeared on her gut, right under Applebloom’s.

Lastly Scootaloo, whose collar said “Dinner” was let go and landed with a wet splat on Cheerilee’s outstretched tongue. Her wings buzzed to propel her to safety but it was too late. Cheerilee’s tongue wrapped in on itself, rolling up the little pegasus tightly as the tongue barreled into Cheerilee’s mouth and with a thick gulp that crusader filled belly was complete with all three cutie marks and close enough that Silver Spoon could love, lick, rub, massage the squirming mass as the three fillies were given the honor of becoming fat on Cheerilee.

Silver Spoon did just that, her little heart full of love for what would soon claim her, she ran her fore-hooves, admiring how her hooves sank into the chub and how it jiggled so tenderly from each pat. Licking it was just a delight, running her tongue up and over the round curve of the belly before kissing her way back down to where she started and doing it again. There were moans, and cries for help that could be clearly heard, but that didn’t stop Silver Spoon.

“Oh shut up, you three get to realize your destinies sooner than I do and all you can do is complain. So privileged,” Silver Spoon scoffed.

The cries for help died down as Silver Spoon continued her adoration of Cheerilee’s belly, each moment the cutie marks tattooed on the mares engorged middle faded until all that was left to love was a fleshy, gurgling sac of digested crusader. Silver Spoon felt a yank on her chained collar and knew it was time.

Lifted high into the air, over Cheerilee’s mouth, Silver Spoon was treated to a view of that fleshy, ravenous mouth, the lines of drool connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue, the dark pit that lead to her throat and destiny. Silver Spoon shivered, her body growing hot with excitement, the last thing she saw was the classroom behind her before Cheerilee closed her mouth sealing her in. Gripping on all sides by wet warmth, Cheerilee’s heartbeat was steady as a loud gulp rippled across Silver Spoon’s body, driving her over the edge as she plummeted down that soft throat and into that warm home she would never leave; while Cheerilee extracted an empty collar from her mouth, dripping with saliva and dropping it to the floor.

Silver Spoon did her best as a meal to squirm and struggle just the way Cheerilee liked, even as her body liquidated and turned to goo. Soon she was nothing more than what she always wanted.

Silver Spoon woke with a shock, her bed wet and her hind legs sticky. It wasn’t even dawn yet and she had to get up and change her sheets for the third time this week. Grumbling and grumpy from having to wake up so early Silver Spoon muttered.

“Stupid Miss Cheerilee, she better eat me soon cause I’m getting all sorts of tired with this,”

Unable to get a good night’s sleep, by the time the alarm went off for Silver Spoon to get ready for school, she could hardly sit up. Her head throbbed with pain, her body felt hot and cold at the same time, the room spun...Silver Spoon couldn’t go to school today, she had hay fever. Even if she went to school Cheerilee wouldn’t eat her in this state.

“I hate everything,” Silver Spoon muttered miserably.

The CMC's Day Off

Author's Note

Contains: Underage Prey, Unwilling Prey, Unaware Prey, Multiple Prey, Pred Stuffing, Soft Vore, Oral Vore, Soft Digestion, Choking Hazard.

The CMC's Day Off

Cheerilee was thick, plump and heavy; sitting in her shower she tapped her forehooves against her belly chub, making it jiggle. Grabbing soap and lathering up her hooves Cheerilee stroked, rubbed and cleaned her body from mane to tail, marveling on how her students were so well behaved as fat on her flanks. Dried off, teaching materials gathered and saddlebag loaded on her soft haunches, Cheerilee set off for the Schoolhouse just as dawn crested the hills of Ponyville.

Carrying around a heavy teacher’s bag was not easy, much less so when five of your nine students were weighing you down, Cheerilee found herself growing hungry from the effort. Passing Sugarcube Corner it was still dark, the owners probably tending to their little foals still before setting up shop; unfortunately that meant Cheerilee would have to wait...maybe she would make one of her students -

“No, Cheerilee. Gotta make sure at least one of them graduate this year, layoff girl,” Cheerilee scolded herself.

The mare’s stomach disagreed, of course, gurgling softly. Cheerilee cheered up, perhaps there was something to snack, a student’s forgotten stash or something. Keeping her pace and trotting across the Ponyville streets, Cheerilee made her way to the schoolhouse and gave pause when she saw the door was already unlocked. Thinking for a moment, Cheerilee recalled locking the doors to the school and the worst case scenario budded into her mind of an intruder.

“Oh stop, Cheerilee, you are just remembering wrong, you forgot to-” Cheerilee mumbled to herself before that budding full bloomed into worst nightmare when a clatter came from the presentation hall.

It wasn’t until she heard a familiar squeak did Cheerilee take a deep breath of relief. It was Sweetie Belle and the other two voices were, Cheerilee surmised, was the other two crusaders Applebloom and Scootaloo. Closing the door gently Cheerilee went to her classroom and set her saddlebag next to her desk.

“Why are the girls here so early?” Cheerilee said aloud

The only answer was the groan of hunger from her stomach. Cheerilee sighed and pressed a hoof into her belly before stroking it quiet. A crash and a cry echoed through the school. Worried that those three had hurt themselves Cheerilee got up and made her way to the presentation hall only to stop short of the door when it opened and Sweetie Belle came stumbling out, forehooves grasping, eyes shut and covered from mane to tail in gold dust.

“Don’t worry girls, I’ll be right back with some wet towels!” Sweetie Belle called

Peering into the door, Cheerilee saw the other two crusaders were in much the same position, rubbing their eyes clear in the middle of a huge mess of glittering gold dust; Cheerilee wondered how these three could get ahold of such huge quantities of Sugarcube Corner gold dust. The stuff sold it as an edible decoration for their sweets and treats, but you normally couldn’t buy it. Cheerilee stepped just out of reach of Sweetie Belle’s grasping hooves and letting the filly touch the wall, it was clear that her presence was not yet detected; until her stomach let out a low rumble.

“Huh? Is someone there?” Sweetie Belle asked, trying in vain to remove the obstruction from her eyes “Hello?”

Cheerilee stayed quiet, wrapping a hoof around her stomach as if the gesture would silence it too. One more couldn’t hurt, right? Following the little filly, Cheerilee was impressed when Sweetie Belle felt her way to the restroom and walked in. Keeping close Cheerilee shifted her rotund body through the door just as it closed, watching Sweetie Belle run her hoof on the wall and round the corner to the little fillies room.

“Let’s see, where is the paper towels,” Sweetie Belle said aloud, her hoof tracing her over the restroom stall doors “Stall….stall...stall… So if this side is the bathrooms, then the otherside,”

Sweetie belle extended her other hoof and groped until she came into contact with the sinks and then began backtracking towards the entrance. Cheerilee simply stood in front of the paper towels and opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang out at about eye level with Sweetie Belle. Sure enough Sweetie Belle’s hoof hit home.

“Ah! Awesome!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, her voice cracking adorably.

Sweetie Belle held Cheerilee’s tongue in her hoof and began wiping her face clean with the soft wet thing. The taste was amazing, the little fillies coat tasted like the sweetest bubble gum and the sugary gold dust was it’s wrapper; Cheerilee could feel the drool running down her chin already.

“Wait…” Sweetie Belle stopped, “Why is this paper towel wet already?”

Pulling her face away, her vision mostly restored Sweetie Belle got a good look down a warm, wet, steamy maw before everything went dark when Cheerilee engulfed her head and the front part of her forehoof. Sweetie Belle cried out and tried to push back, her free forehoof pushing against her teacher’s lips. Cheerilee ran her tongue over Sweetie’s face, getting a good taste of the sort of treat she was in for before wrapping a free hoof around Sweetie Belle’s flanks pushing her forward in as she swallowed, the little filly’s head making a noisy bulge in her throat.

Sweetie Belle didn’t give up, still pushing with all her might with her free hoof but getting few results; the best result was her horn when it hit just the right spot and set Cheerilee’s gag reflex off, causing the convulsion to spit her spit covered head back into her maw. Sweetie Belle concentrated with her horn, the magic light lighting the jaws and giving her another clear look down the black, pulsing abyss that was trying to swallow her up. Cheerilee felt Sweetie Belle's magic tugging at her lips, trying to pry them open so she could escape.

Cheerilee smirked, an idea popping into her head. Using both hooves she tilted her head back and lifted the rest of Sweetie Belle up above her head, and took a deep breath, relaxing before all at once letting Sweetie Belle push with her hooves, pull with her magic and Cheerilee popping her slavering jaws open and letting gravity drop the entire front half of the fill into her throat. A brief squeal echoed off the restroom walls before Cheerilee clamped her lips down and muffling the struggling filly. Cheerilee couldn’t get a firm grasp on those wiggling hind legs, instead placing one hoof on the belly of the filly and the other holding her flanks, she fed Sweetie Belle into her mouth while her tongue darted out to lick and taste that impeccably sweet flavor of sugar coated bubblegum.

Cheerilee’s lips wrapped around those plush flanks and tipping her head back once more and swallowing a few more times the wriggling mass in her throat became a wriggling mass in her padded middle. Patting her belly and letting out a burp, Cheerilee didn’t feel full...not yet anyways. Drawing a few rolls of paper towels and wetting them down in the sink Cheerilee went to the presentation hall where Scootaloo and Applebloom were.

The filly’s didn’t seem to be making progress, the stuff may have been sugar but it stuck to everything like glitter. Opening the door and letting it close behind her Cheerilee walked up to Applebloom and draped a wet paper towel over the crusaders head.

“Oh! Thanks Sweetie Belle, we were wondering ‘bout you,” Applebloom said, taking the wet paper towel off her head and wiping her face and eyes.

Cheerilee kept silent, going behind Applebloom and sampling her next meal with a long sloppy slurp up the back of the Filly, the taste of sweet glitter dust and salt, probably from her hard work, complementing each other's flavor on the teaching mares tongue.

“Ew, Sweetie Belle, don’t lick me,” Applebloom scolded, her eyes clearer but still squinting through the dust before gasping and adding “Did ya’ll just put my hoof into your mouth?”

“Gross, you know Applebloom works on a farm right?” Scootaloo said “Where’s my paper towel by the way?”

“Hey! I’m clean and tidy before I come to school every day Scoots, just ‘cause farm work is dirty doesn’t mean I am” Applebloom exclaimed at Scootaloo,

Cheerilee said nothing, instead she picked up Applebloom’s other hind hoof and put it alongside the other in her mouth before swallowing those tasty little hooves and creeping up to those sturdy apple thighs. Applebloom was confused, if Sweetie Belle was licking her hooves what was she doing now? Her hind legs felt warm and wet, something soft was probing and running over her coat. As odd of a feeling as it was, when the warmth took her thighs in it felt kinda nice, the tightness and undulating movement almost feeling massage like against her muscles.

“Whatever your doing Sweetie Belle, keep it up. Gosh that feels good,” Applebloom said, pushing back and getting her little rump in between Cheerilee’s lips.
Cheerilee loved a proactive student and licking those toned cheeks clean of sugar and salt set about claiming the little filly’s softest part, her hips. Applebloom giggled and then burst into a fit of laughter when Cheerilee started to slobber all over the filly’s belly licking and squishing what little fat could be found on Applebloom.

“Sweetie Belle! Stop! Stop! I’m ticklish there!” Applebloom exclaimed pushing her hooves down to try and push whatever was tickling her away.

Cheerilee stopped and with little movement from her tongue got her tasting in as she gulped down the rest of Applebloom’s toned midriff, letting that sweet and salty coat slide past her lips over her tongue and down her hungry gullet. Applebloom was feeling hot, her body encased in heat from her back hooves all the way up to just under her fore legs, bringing the towel away her brilliant bright eyes popped open.

“Alright Sweetie B-” Applebloom’s voice failed her, seeing herself fully swallowed up in the maw of her teacher “M-Miss Ch-Cheerilee?! What’re ya’ll doin to me?”

Cheerilee only replied with a thick swallow, before turning to face Scootaloo, still blindly walking around the room. In just a few gulps Applebloom saw the teeth of her teacher entering her vision, the sound of heavy breathing in her ears.

“Scootaloo! Help me! Miss Cheerilee, she’s-” Applebloom said before Cheerilee’s mouth gently shut around the little filly leaving only her forehooves outside.

While Cheerilee took her time finishing off her second helping Scootaloo was darting around confused, “What? Miss Cheerilee is here? I thought she wouldn’t show up for another hour? Is she mad about the mess we made? Sweetie Belle? Apple Bloom? Where are you girls, seriously, I’m scared here!”

Cheerilee took a long slurp of those hooves and in one swallow another crusader was struggling in Cheerilee’s now ponderous gut. Cheerilee felt full...so full she felt like she wouldn’t have to eat the rest of the year; but these fillies were so tasty, could she possibly fit one more? It was difficult to walk with such a stuffed belly but Cheerilee managed to get into Scootaloo’s blind panic causing the little filly to run head first into the fleshy sac gurgling away her two best friends.

“Whoa whoa, Scootaloo. Slow down dear, what’s the rush?” Cheerilee said, trying to sound innocent.

“Miss Cheerilee! I got gold sugar dust in my eyes and I can’t see and Sweetie Belle won’t answer me and Applebloom was yelling for help-” Scootaloo said, her voice cracking with fear.

Cheerilee scooped up the pegasus and hugged her “It’s okay, it’s okay. Take a few breaths and calm down, nothing to stress about. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom are in class right now, I came to get you and bring you back myself,” Cheerilee lied through her teeth, setting the little pegasus down “Now come along, hold my hoof and I will guide you,”

Scootaloo took a few deep breaths to calm down, her heart rate falling as Cheerilee guided her down the hallway to her classroom. Inside Cheerilee guided student and her sagging gut to the desk and put Scootaloo’s hoof on the desk.

“We are at my desk Scootaloo,” Cheerilee said before moving the filly’s hoof to her squirming belly “Use this to get up on it”

Scootaloo took a second to rub whatever was squirming underneath her hooves, not knowing what it was she stepped on it hearing what sounded like a yelp before she jumped up onto the desk.

“What was that?” Scootaloo asked

“Oh, uh...nothing! Nothing at all!” Cheerilee lied, “Now just sit down and hold out your hooves, We’ll take care of you,”

Scootaloo did as told and Cheerilee just could not stop herself and licked those tasty little hooves all the way up, equal parts delighted and surprised by a the tart taste under the sugar. Cheerilee clasped her lips around a those little filly forelegs and refuse to let go, if anypony came in they were gonna get a front row seat to her devouring one of her students. Leaning forward and using the two crusaders already softening in her gurgling gut as a beanbag of sorts Cheerilee opened her mouth wide and used a forehoof to guide Scootaloo’s head in.

“Where did you get the warm towel Miss CHeerilee? Feels nice,” Scootaloo commented, unawares that in just a few minutes she was gonna be a meal.

Offering no resistance, the filly put her head in to Cheerilee’s jaws alongside her forelegs. Cheerilee hummed happily, she hadn’t had a student this co-operative since Sunny Daze; remembering how that little filly’s barbecue sauce slathered body tasted made Cheerilee’s eyes roll up and her mouth water anew, wetting the entrance for Scootaloo who had already pressed her spit covered hooves into her teacher’s gullet.

Cheerilee swallowed, but kept her mouth open seeing no reason to close it if Scootaloo was going to make no attempt to escape; in another few quick gulps Scootaloo’s head was pulled into Cheerilee’s squishy maw and still the filly showed no sign of stopping. Scootaloo used her hind leg’s to push herself forward, little wings buzzing for the little extra thrust and Cheerilee could not swallow fast enough to accommodate the way Scootaloo was packing herself down Cheerilee’s throat. Fighting her urge to gag and pull back, it didn’t help any when Scootaloo’s wings disappeared into Cheerilee’s mouth and their buzzing tickled the roof of her mouth. Tears gathered at Cheerilee’s eyes, swallowing as often as could as her throat bulged a little bigger each time that little filly pushed forward.

Rest only came when Scootaloo’s back hooves left the desk and kicked a little, trying to find support. Wrapping her lips around the little filly’s hips, Cheerilee took the reigns from here, grasping both of those little flanks and, in time her swallows, dragged the filly down to her stomach. Scootaloo’s tail was soon the only thing left, Cheerilee snapping her jaws around it, playfully imitating a snake as she felt the mass in her throat slide down till it added to the mass in her gut.

If Cheerilee was full before, she was so stuffed it hurt, though the squirming from the CMC were somewhat soothing as she barely make out that the other two were updating their friend as to what just happened and now all three struggled like mad. The surface of her belly shaking and shifting as the filly’s probed all around for a way to escape.

“Don’t know why you three are struggling so much, you are providing a great-,” Cheerilee started before belching and feeling a small dry heave almost take her from her overstuffed middle.

Sitting there, unable to move due to a tasty crusader meal, Cheerilee wouldn’t be able to teach like this; more importantly, in one gluttonous action she had reduced her student body to only one filly, Silver Spoon. Cheerilee felt bad for a moment, before another burp brought up all the flavors of the three girls in one aftertaste. Leaning forward and putting her head on the desk Cheerilee patted and rubbed her still noisy middle, the crusaders calling for help as loud as they could.

Silver Spoon never showed up to class, the school house may as well have been closed that day leaving it’s lone teacher as the only occupant. Cheerilee sighed happily as those three settled down, their cries going quiet and their squirms just leaving a buzzing feeling as they were digested together and would probably end up as ass fat together.

“That’ll do Crusader’s,” Cheerilee mumbled.

It wasn’t until after the school day had ended that Cheerilee found out that Silver Spoon had come down with hay fever. Instead of loading down the filly with homework on lessons she didn’t even teach, Cheerilee simply went home, her gut visibly smaller but wider from the addition of three little fillies, and relaxed the rest of night.

Fast Times at Ponyville Schoolhouse

Author's Note

Contains: Unwilling Pred, Willing Prey, Force feeding, Oral Vore, Soft Vore, Soft Digestion

Fast Times at Ponyville Schoolhouse

It was graduation day and Cheerilee was proud of herself. Looking over her soft curves in the mirror in her bathroom she jiggled the soft belly that hung low underneath her and spanked her round ass a few times. The students she had eaten over the school year had added to her figure little by little but it was apparently the combined efforts of the Cutie Mark Crusaders that really vaulted her from being pleasantly plump to amazingly ample in all the right spots. Though her student body wasn’t the reason why she was proud, it was because she had managed to keep from eating least one student, Silver Spoon; as tasty as these her little ponies were she couldn’t very well call herself a teacher if she did at least have one student graduate.

“Next year, I think I will double the class size,” Cheerilee said, leaving her bathroom and getting ready for the ceremony.

It was graduation day and Silver Spoon was furious. Ears down and trying to kill anyone with her glaring and huffing she marched around her house getting ready for the graduation ceremony. She couldn’t believe that those Cutie Mark “Goof”saders got themselves gobbled up by Miss Cheerilee before she could, it wasn’t hard to figure out either, Cheerilee was still digesting them when Silver Spoon was over her feather flu and came in the next day. That angered the filly more than anything, not only did they experience the bliss of being gobbled up and gurgled into belly pudge they were such good meals they kept her nourished and full for days after.

“I hate this! I’m so sick of being denied!” Silver Spoon exclaimed, throwing her hair brush to the floor in anger, “If Miss Cheerilee won’t recognize me for the meal that I want to be then I’ll just have to do something drastic!”

The Schoolhouse was mostly quiet, the family’s of the students who were nothing but fat on Cheerilee’s ass were absent themselves, save the extended family of Silver Spoon. Mother, father, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins all were in attendance to watch one of the family graduate. The stage was decorated with stars, glittering gold, and a huge back drop filled with every students signature and a message to Miss Cheerilee about what a great teacher she was. Cheerilee walked on stage dressed in faculty regalia and diploma in hoof taking her place at the podium while a sparse sound applause echoed across the mostly empty hall.

“I would like to take a moment to thank each and everyone of you for attending this ceremony, it has certainly been an interesting school year!” Cheerilee began

Silver Spoon was dressed prime and proper for the occasion, her little robe hung off her and her tassel hung just to the side of her field of vision. Brow furrowed she scrapped her hoof twice against the ground, readying herself to charge as soon as Miss Cheerilee called her onto stage.

“This is gonna happen one way or another you predatory bitch,” Silver Spoon muttered.

“Without further ado, I present you with our only graduate this year, Silver Spoon!” Cheerilee called, her hoof pointing stage right.

Just like that Silver Spoon was off, breaking into a full gallop she bopped graduation cap off her head and caught it in her teeth before slinging it al Cheerilee’s head, the teaching mare ducking as the cap flew over head. The family in the audience gasped in surprise and fright at Silver Spoons outburst but she wasn’t through yet. Pulling her graduation cloak off, Silver spoon spread the head opening wide and put Cheerilee’s muzzle through it, draping the rest of the garment across the mare’s head and body.

“You want something good? Eat this!” Silver Spoon yelled.

Silver Spoon’s family got front row seats as they watched Silver Spoon spread her teachers jaws and thrust her body in, half of their precious little filly disappearing before their very eyes, a wet glurk marking her entrance into Cheerilee’s throat. Cheerilee was equal parts confuse and surprised by the act, learning her lesson from Scootaloo’s over exuberance, Cheerilee relaxed her throat and let that struggling little filly do the work.

Warmly hugged on all side by soft fleshy throat, Silver Spoon dragged herself forward, wiggling her slender hips into Cheerilee’s already drooling mouth before anyone could think to stop her from achieving her destiny. The throat offered no constriction and posed no resistance as her cutie mark vanished from sight, leaving only her little hind hooves outside. Cheerilee couldn’t up but sneak a taste, as wrong as it was, and was satisfied to find that Diamond Tiara’s little crony was twice the tasty morsel she ever was, soft tasty honey suckle coat with a oat pie tail. Cheerilee couldn’t help herself and slurped up that tail like it were a noodle.

Silver Spoon’s family was already going for the stage when a soft gulp turned the bulge of their little filly in a bulge in her teacher middle. Dashing up the steps the mother and father set their hooves on Cheerilee’s belly and jiggled it from side to side.

“Silver Spoon! Silver Spoon! Oh Celestia! Can you hear me sweety are you okay?” the mother exclaimed, placing her face to the soft flesh and caressing it.

Silver Spoon heard everything, surrounded in darkness and feeling warmth all around her and knowing this was what she had been wishing for her whole short life, she was more than “okay” she was elated to leave everything behind and be digested into ass fat for Miss Cheerilee. Silver Spoon said nothing and settled in the stomach like the good meal she was.

Cheerilee finally managed to get that accursed gown off her head and saw the whole family gathered around her filly filled gut, asking a myriad of question to Silver Spoon.

“Cheerilee, you spit my daughter out right now, do you hear me?!” the father demanded, pointing to the groaning belly holding her daughter.

“I-I’ll try, but I’ll need you to keep doing what you’re doing,” Cheerilee said.

Dutifully, the family took their turns patting, stroking, caressing, rubbing, shaking and prodding her belly, unknowingly helping the digestion of their little girl along. Silver Spoon felt her skin going numb, her body taking on a goopy, almost gelatinous look as the shifting from side to side, the rubbing from the top and sides helped break her body down for processing. Cheerilee burped every couple of minutes, the taste of Silver Spoon accompanying each expulsion until an ominous gurgle made the family stop and look at Cheerilee.

Cheerilee, felt something rising, her throat swelling with a presence as it traced it’s way back up to her mouth. The family’s eyes lit up certain that their Silver Spoon would come from that mouth, but that hope faded when Cheerilee let out a thick and wet belch launching Silver Spoon’s glasses and necklace pass the crowd and landing on the floor.

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The new school year had come, unfortunately Cheerilee didn’t get what she asked for, her class had more students in it, the count now up to 12. After gorging herself on her students and only getting one to graduate before that student too went mad and made herself a meal to Cheerilee, the teaching mare took a few classes on self control to keep her appetite in check around her students. Cheerilee’s teaching chair was replaced with one fashioned with magic infused rock crystals, wide enough to hold her prodigious rump as it squished outwards in the seat from the weight she had failed to lose over the summer.

Watching filly and colt pile into her classroom she saw one little colt stop and stare at her in awe for a minute only blushing slightly and retreating when Cheerilee looked at him waved and gave him a warm smile. She knew that look, and it was one that made her mouth water.