This got revoked once, so let me explain in detail. The students are foals and everyone else is adult human. The reason why is that I like foalcon because I like foals to lick human feet. I have a foot fetish. Animals have licked and bitten my feet a lot in my life and it feels nice. They are not meant to be human children, in my mind in the story they were honestly foals. They can coexist quite naturally.
Cheerilee’s class of foals convened in the school house to begin another day. Months had passed since Tree hugger had been eaten and their practice had continued on to Rarity and the rest. They always kept their up and coming sacrifices on a platform near the side wall of the classroom, hogtied, with a plaque reading “plant food”. Not many of them had been there voluntarily. Since it was the start of a new week, there were none there today.
One of Cheerilee’s personal favorites had been Fluttershy, who had rather nervously elected to meet the same fate as Tree Hugger. Shy had brought forward all her concerns about it as Cheerilee’s friend. Cheerilee, without letting on too much intensity, told her as honestly as possible that this was a rather thrilling fate, and would be a little more or even a lot more than what she expected, hoping to entice Fluttershy with hints of excitements she would be prone to experience.
Fluttershy had no idea how fearful having her fate locked in was going to make her. All of her self-preservation had kicked in, and she begged Cheerilee to have mercy on her for getting in over her head. Cheerilee relished telling her that she was simply going to die screaming and that's all there was to it, allowing Fluttershy to let the alarming reality of her situation take over. As the field trip loomed closer her panic increased; no one had trembled before the class so much to Cheerilee’s teasing. Even Applebloom seemed to have fully embraced her dark side and whispered things into Shy’s ears that had left her visibly shaken. When it came time to impale her cunt on the plant, Cheerilee instructed her to remove the pink panties she had worn the last days of her life and hand them to her. She slowly complied, eyes wide, knowing that that was all she would amount to in their eyes and that was all that would be kept of her. Cheerilee still had the panties in her top desk drawer and was blissful with the memory.
She had however to figure out what to teach the class for today. On most days, she’d let each of her students have half-hour turns with the plant food, getting to use them however they wished as long as there was no visible damage. Sometimes she used them as 'dummies' to practice a bdsm technique.
It soon got to the point where traditional lessons were not holding the student’s or Cheerilee’s interest. She knew this was natural since she had connected her students with a lot of innate feelings of sexual freedom and that was exactly the kind of teacher she wanted to be anyway.
Sitting at her desk, she looked at the class and sighed contentedly. She only wanted to talk about life, death, vore, and erotic bliss. She addressed the class. “Isn’t it funny that life becomes so real and so important when we know we’re about to die? That tells me that life is actually more real than we notice it is, but we’re in a kind of daydream, relaxed, and almost distant. It doesn’t take much, just to be startled by the implications of death, to wake you up and realize this is all real. The life that you had was actually real the whole time.”
She got out of her chair and sat on the desk to face her class. “I’ve been working on a new idea recently, while I was listening to Rainbow Dash’s final screams and touching myself. Rainbow Dash had some big moments in her life. I remember watching her winning a soccer game, full of vitality, fun, and excitement. And it was so delicious that in her present predicament she had been startled into an incredibly intense state of excitation, screaming and begging for her life as she was.”
She paused. “So, I had a tendency to view those two situations as two distinct scenes of her life, one in which she doesn't die and then one in which she does. But then an idea dawned on me. I could see her whole life as one long uninterrupted scene.” She extended her arms for a moment. “Then, I could see life as truly being a one-act deal. And then once the curtain falls, an eternity of nothing, I guess.” She chuckled pleasantly. “And she didn’t know that was how she was going to end up. She may have known on some level she was going to die, but she didn’t know she was going to be non-consensually fed to a plant and die screaming for the better part of an hour. And that leads me to my point; the scene where she dies is the same scene she was always in and that’s just how the scene ends. Always in death. So I invite you to look at your lives now, and see that your current scene is not so distinct and uneventful, one moment will flow into the next, and this scene will be punctuated by the greatest emphasis and excitement you will ever know.” She clapped her hands once as loudly as she could. She paused and noted the class was silent, some seeming thoughtful and others mildly annoyed by the noise. “Well, that’s everything for the lesson I had to share. Enough of that...” she laughed lightly. “I want all of you to watch me just for a little while.”
She breathed contentedly, smiling. She gently kicked her shoes off and reached to the side of her desk for an apple that Applebloom had given her, and then with her other hand, she reached down to slip off her socks. She brought the apple to her lips and bit into it slowly, eyes closed, while she lightly kicked the air, knocking her heels against the desk. She innocently enjoyed the apple quietly for five minutes while the class stared at her, a few of them rubbing themselves lightly.
When she was done eating, she told them to go to recess. They were eager to get their blood flowing to their head and exited promptly. After they left, Cheerilee pondered to herself what it would be like to not exist. What if the universe had never supported life, then what would she be concerned with? She’d have no thoughts to grasp. In some ways she was better at pondering this back when she was a kid, she remembered shuddering to thoughts like this even then, before it was sexual. She did have high self-preservation, but she could not lie to herself about the situation she was ultimately in. Her body and personal will would only get her so far before she would have to surrender to the only thing that was real, true, and eternal: death. At least for now, she was an expression of the ability to have personal will and taste what if feels like to be alive, and she wanted to keep it that way as long as she possibly could. She eventually shook her head, returning to the present. She had found a way to control her level of excitement by moving herself into her thoughts as far as she wished while still usually able to pull herself back.
In the playground, the cmc and Diamond Tiara had gathered around for a serious talk. Sweetie Belle threw her hooves in the air, “Cheerilee is driving me crazy with her erotic ways!” she exclaimed.
Applebloom shouted, “I know! Did you see the way she ate my apple? It was excruciating to watch that without being able to… I don’t know… fuck the life out of her? I can’t hold back any longer from saying it. I need for her to come to an end… for good.”
The white filly returned, “but she’s our teacher! She’s the last vestige of normalcy we have left.”
“Is she really that normal though?" quipped Scootaloo. "And besides, Cheerilee is the hottest… damn… thing… we’ve ever seen. She needs to be ended for that alone, besides the fact she’s taught us since we were foals and the betrayal would be so hot.”
Finally DT spoke up. “It’s settled; we’re doing it. Someone has to do something take matters into their own hoof. As you know, a couple months ago I got my father to purchase me a python that can definitely eat Cheerilee in there.”
“She’ll never expect that! She probably expects to be eaten on a field trip. I can see the look in her eyes now,” Scootaloo said, grinning evilly.
“Are you absolutely sure it’s well-trained to serve you and eat who you tell it to eat?” asked Sweetie.
“Absolutely, I’ve fed it by my own hoof plenty of times already. It’s trained to serve my command,” affirmed DT.
Applebloom looked just about ready to burst. “Well what are you waiting for?! Run home and get it back here by the end of recess! We’ll distract Cheerilee.”
Diamond Tiara gritted her teeth and ran, desperate to seal Cheerilee’s fate.
Beginning to feel adrenaline, Sweetie Belle turned to the others. “I’m nervous for two reasons. One, Cheerilee is very likely about to actually die, and two, if we mess this up she might run away and never come back.”
Scootaloo ruffled her mane. “Don’t worry yourself; just let me do my thing.”
Half an hour later, Cheerilee had decided to sit in the playground for a bit, still barefoot and feeling the sand between her toes. By that time the other nine classmates had been informed of the plan and knew to crowd her and guard windows and doors for when Cheerilee found out. In the distance, as soon as the snake was visibly slithering with DT to the schoolhouse, Scootaloo and Applebloom grabbed Cheerilee’s attention in a calm a manor as possible, asking her what she had been thinking about and if she could give them an informal lecture about death perhaps. Cheerilee couldn’t resist saying a few words about it, giving them ample time for a snake to slither right behind her into the doors.
Cheerilee motioned to her breast. “Whenever I see someone die, Death makes love with me from my heart, to my genitals,” she said, lowering her hand down her body.
“I hope Death makes love with me, too!” asserted Apple Bloom, vying for her attention.
“You’ll be left swooning for an hour,” Cheerilee said gently.
A few minutes later, Cheerilee concluded recess, calling everypony inside. Many foals congregated around her to make sure she wouldn’t try to make a break for it early. Cheerilee walked inside without noticing a giant snake near the back, walking over to her desk, pulling her chair out, almost ready to sit down.
The foals shut and locked the doors, and Cheerilee looked up to notice the snake. “What the…?” In a split second, her adrenaline surged and like a light switch she was startled. “What? NO!” She immediately tried to put the brakes on her fear and failed.
Scootaloo walked forward first, saying confidently. “That’s it Cheerilee. Check mate. The scene comes to an end.”
“NO! GOD NO!” She frantically scampered to the side of her desk, fumbling her hands through her drawers for something to save her. She remembered considering buying a weapon to hide there, but she had decided she didn’t want to be able to offer any serious resistance in case this situation were to happen, partly because she didn't want to hurt her students and partly for the thrill. She regretted the choice immeasurably; she would have used it to rush her way out of the room without any hesitation whatsoever.
Without warning, Scootaloo and another colt rushed and bounded after her as she fled near the windows, finding foals around there as well, poised to tackle her. “Please! I don’t want to die!” It was no use, as Scootaloo tackled her and she made contact with the ground.
Lying on her stomach Cheerilee looked up to see DT and the snake moving forward to her ominously.
Scootaloo stood on her back and used his forelegs to squeeze her arms to her side, having never been more excited to hold a girl down in his life. He grunted in excitement, feeling her squirm. “After being our teacher for so long, you’re finally going to die!”
“Please…" she cried, "I’m so nervous! The implications of death are too real! I taught you that. I NEED to continue to live,” moaned Cheerilee.
“The more I learn, the more I’m sure I want you to die. You should be proud; your teachings worked. I cannot deny myself anymore.”
As he spoke, a few fillies approached her bare feet, beginning to bite them lightly and hungrily.
“Please have mercy!” she shouted desperately. “I’ve been on your side. I cared for your wing and made you feel better. I only wanted my students to enjoy something with me. Can’t you please not kill me?”
Scootaloo chuckled evilly. “Ah, the begging routine, I always wanted to hear your own, to relish how it all ends up in death, which it will of course. We both know that. But let’s get to fun part, how many sexual favors are you offering?”
Cheerilee suddenly tried to shake free of Scootaloo, anything to escape and survive, but Scootaloo stopped her from getting more than a few inches. She strained herself to speak calmly. “As you know, my body now belongs to the class and is at your mercy forever. You can rape me every day, your own teacher, that you thought was so hot. You’ll have full access to torment my feet which is very vulnerable for me.” She grunted in pain, feeling a firm bite on the side of her foot. “But all of that will be snuffed out forever if put me in that snake.”
“We’ll still have your remains, and they will be hotter to masturbate to AFTER you’re dead. The only thing a slut like you deserves is death. You thought you could just amp up the thrills forever. But somehow you must have known it would end in this,” he concluded.
Applebloom came forward. “Do you honestly think that there is a foal in this room who wasn’t completely ready to go ahead and see you die? You were agonizingly teasing us. You ate an apple in front of us. What was going through your mind? I’ll tell you what was going through ours. How long before this thing sitting on the desk is snuffed out, and can’t it happen any faster before I go crazy?”
Most of the class murmured their agreement.
DT and the snake were close now, the snake seeming to know exactly where this was going. “You’ll disappear down this throat along with many other girls who died just like you are going to die,” said DT, before looking at her hooficure in a disinterested way. “They usually scream for about half an hour or so.
Cheerilee was awed by the thought that it wasn’t just her, all girls must go through this kind of nervousness before they die. It was staggering that even after she was dead, there would still be those who experience this shocking level of life-ending surrender. Only the ones who were eaten would know the true story of how intense it was. The truth spoke for itself and needed no convincing; it was as mighty as the snake and would consume her just as utterly. Finally, the realness of all of this stunned her without her having to try or fantasize with effort. Her mind searched for an explanation to how it was possible to feel and experience something so limitlessly daunting. She knew the answer though, and it was conclusive. “Reality is actually real.”
Sweetie Belle approached with the others. “We know exactly what you mean, Cheerilee, and the time for lessons is over. You really succeeded. We know how to think like you and we know everything you know about death.”
“And now it’s time for yours,” chimed Scootaloo.
“NOOOO,” she cried helplessly as the snake’s mouth descended over her head. She struggled and writhed her body with every ounce of her being even though it was hopeless, knowing that this was the last chance she’d ever get to move and flail her body.
All of the fillies and colts licked and bit her body roughly for the last time as it was slowly sucked into the snake’s hungry maw over the course of ten minutes. Scootaloo got one of the class’s strap ons and mounted her several times, not caring how hard she thrust or uncomfortable. Other classmates fucked each other while watching her slide in. Her writhing bare feet were the last that the class got to watch before she was never to be seen again.
As Cheerilee settled into the snake’s belly, she began to feel the acid and it tingled shortly before burning like fire. Though she was mostly shocked before, she was full on screaming now. The agonizing torture began to consume her mind.
The whole class listened to her screams transfixed. They did not filter out her screaming in any way; it was the most startling and exciting music to their ears. They finally got to know how her scene ends, her life culminating in screaming. They walked up to the snake and variously mounted it, finding the outline in her body and riding their cunts and cocks on it. Each felt their hooves upon her writhing form, feeling it ripple and writhe with her last frantic movements and heartbeats.
They all cummed multiple times through the course of a half-hour. As Cheerilee’s deathgasm approached her whole body tensed up like it never had before from head to toe, her clitoris completely tight and feeling strung to the breaking point. She spasmed ridiculously intensely and painted the snake’s insides with cum.
After the physical orgasm she had a mind-orgasm that trapped her and wouldn’t let her go. She was overwhelmed and wanted it to end, but it only mounted in intensity for several minutes with no signs of stopping. She had a few last thoughts in that brain of hers like what if reality was trapped in a megalithic eternal orgasm that transcends all time and space? Also, she wondered if it was like she was on a roller coaster up into infinity, though whether any of that was true or not she could not say. What she did know was that it was impossible to not be what she really was, so if it was true that she was nothing more than a firework to be exploded across a billion dimensions, that was exactly what she would be because reality was in complete surrender to itself. Then again, maybe everything would be completely still, or maybe ... ... ... no thought came to her mind ever again for she was dead. Her brain shut down and her heart stopped beating.
Bonus bullshit fear for anyone who finds this: “What if she would be infinitely expanding into infinity forever? Just as all experience is an absolute gain of the experience of existence itself, maybe now that creation is expanding it can’t ever stop. It just zooms out forever like fractal geometry and feels more and more loaded and terrifying for all eternity.” *Bows* thank you thank you. Seriously, don’t be seduced by fear.
The class cheered in hearing and seeing her struggles cease once and for all.
Everypony got to cum as much as they wanted until they were spent. “I’m so happy that cock tease was finally snuffed out!” Applebloom said, sighing in relief.
Sweetie chimed in. “Yeah, I’m not as nervous about it anymore. Sometimes I still get nervous before anyone dies. Especially since she’s our teacher. But, she’s been in our sight way too much; the need to put her down was unbearable. And our plan had me scared as heck. But it worked!”
Scootaloo laughed. “Of course it worked. Now we can just masturbate to how awesome this was forever, just like with Rainbow Dash!” He happened to have a light blue pair of panties in his saddle bag to carry around with him wherever he went.
DT smiled genuinely. “I must say I’m satisfied. I suggest we all skip school and just come by my place if you build up an appetite. I’ve got plenty of servant girls to get into, believe me.”
“I’m just glad it was that fucking good and it’s over” said Bloom “I’m in post-orgasmic bliss. I like to walk around the apple orchard in a daze while feeling relaxing things.”
Sweetie chirped, “Yeah let’s get outta this stuffy school house. Never again!”
Everypony murmured their agreement and left, the room left a mess and the chairs still pushed aside. The day was beautiful as they went their separate ways.
Author's Note
This chapter has much more of a loving theme and tone, but goes a lot farther into crazy town. I know it’s a very strange turn, but my intuition tells me that this is where the story goes. No one dies or is hurt in this one at all. (And in case you’re creeped out by me, I promise you I have never killed nor harmed anyone in real life.)
An Unusual Turn
Months had passed since the events at the schoolhouse, and Scootaloo tucked herself into bed for the night. During this time, her favorite thing to do was to lovingly remember Rainbow Dash and everything about her, the sexy nature of her death as plant food, and snuggle with her final pair of panties every night. Sometimes she would still dream of her and Dash would have a relaxing effect on her mind. She breathed softly and settled herself to sleep.
In the middle of the night, she drifted awake and noticed someone lightly walking into her room. The figure sat down on the edge of her bed, to her left. It felt like Rainbow Dash’s presence. Careful not to jostle herself awake, Scootaloo reached out a hoof slowly towards the figure. “Rainbow?” she asked softly.
The figure said nothing, but moved her left hand slowly underneath her hoof. Scootaloo could feel the palms of her hand, noting that they felt real, like tangible flesh. “Rainbow,” she whispered. “It’s you. You’re here.”
Scootaloo felt the palms of her hands for a little while longer, before the figure got up and left. In the aftermath of this, she was intrigued as to what the experience was. If it really was her, then she pondered why she would come to the person most responsible for her death. Was it possible she could be upset and seeking some sort of retribution? But it didn’t feel like that, her presence was calm and gentle. So, Scootaloo was unsure, but feeling more open to connection.
In the following month, the figure came to her about five times in the middle of the night, with the same ritual. Scootaloo was beginning to look forward to her visits, getting increasingly excited about what it could mean. She tried to talk to her and was always met with loving silence.
During one of the visits, Scootaloo felt like a song was playing in her head, specifically Soul Sister with an emphasis on the lyrics “like a virgin, you’re Madonna, and I’m always gonna wanna blow your mind.” Scootaloo began to wonder what experience she was a virgin to exactly. Was her mind going to be blown by something of a spiritual nature? Was it like an orgasm she had never before experienced? Scootaloo pondered this in anticipation, not knowing what to expect.
On a very storm night, Scootaloo drifted off to sleep, having one of the deepest dreams she’d ever had. Images and words played in her mind about someone being there for her. After a little while, Scootaloo opened her eyes awake, lying on her side. She noticed it was still storming outside. What got her attention more was that she was being spooned. There was an arm around her in a snug embrace and the feeling of breathing coming from behind her.
Scootaloo smiled widely as her heart started to get excited and her mind did not know what to do. She did not want to jostle or interrupt anything since that might make the figure want to leave. So, she just laid there being spooned, listening to the figure’s soft inhales and exhales. This did not seem to end for over five minutes and her side was getting uncomfortable. She was becoming desperate to turn herself, so finally she slipped away from the arm, flicked on a small lamp near her bed, and looked directly at her.
Scootaloo’s jaw went slack as she let out a small gasp. “Rainbow?” she asked.
“Hey, squirt,” she said softly. She straightened herself up to a sitting position on the bed, dressed in her normal clothes she used to wear when she was alive.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened as excitement seeped into her heart. “I can’t believe it. Are… are you going to stay?”
“Yes, I’m staying.”
Scootaloo felt joyous to hear this. “But I thought you died?”
“Dying is an experience just like eating a hot dog, kid.”
“But… I thought you might be upset over the fact that you died?”
Rainbow only laughed. “What facts? What’s there to be upset about when you know that death is not real?”
“Then you’re not mad at me for what I did to you?”
“Let’s get one thing straight. You were magnificent. You were in your element, your excitement, your passion. That was your experience.”
“But… we pushed you to your breaking point… we…”
Rainbow chuckled. “There are no breaking points, squirt. The only thing beyond your breaking point is more of yourself.”
Scootaloo did not know what to say. “So that means… that… you’re alive?”
“Well I’m not dead, kiddo. You've felt the palms of my hands.”
“And Cheerilee?”
“She enjoyed her after-death experience beyond description and she eventually decided to cool off, or perhaps I should say, transition to experiences that are of another nature. At any rate, she still talks about it like it was the greatest thing ever. She’s having a lot of sex in the afterlife and it’s the good stuff.”
“Um…” Scoots hesitated. “Will I… get to experience that too one day?”
“Well obviously,” giggled Rainbow Dash, giving her shoulder a light punch. “When you see what is out there, you will weep at the beauty of it, because you will think you’re not worthy. That’s when we might say you’ll no longer be a virgin to spiritual experiences. There will always be brand-new experiences to be excited about and choose through your own free will. There will be no more having to get permission for anything anymore; you will simply be whatever you want to be forever. This will involve your whole being, not a thinking mind that is limited to what it can imagine. And you will be beauty beyond anything you could ever measure.”
Scootaloo cheered. “Wow, I love to hear the good news! Speaking of which, how are you here right now telling me it?”
“That’s what you wanted. Is there another reason?”
“Wow… but I…”
“Listen squirt, I know you’re excited, but we have all the time in the world to talk about this. Let’s go back to sleep for now.”
Scootaloo nodded. “Oh… okay.” They snuggled up, knowing that that was all they wanted in the world, and drifted off.
The next morning, Scootaloo awoke to find that her companion was still with her, who also opened her eyes and snuggled in closer.
Scoots did not know why, but Rainbow’s breaths seemed to have an effect on her, as if calm, gentle energy was inhaled and exhaled, and soothed her brain in a way she had never before experienced. She began to notice that Rainbow was purposefully trying to synchronize their breaths. After a minute of this, Scootaloo suddenly quickened her breath to mess her up. They both burst out laughing and Scootaloo’s brain felt a little funny.
Scoots got out of bed and walked to the door. “Hey Rainbow, I betcha can’t catch me!” She ran quickly out of the door and shut it behind her, waiting to see if a physical obstruction would stop her.
Rainbow stuck her head through the door and then walked straight through it. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Scootaloo squee’d and ran to the kitchen. She remembered that she just needed to wash the dishes real quick before she would be able to go outside to play. Her parents were around, and she had to calm down around them. As she started washing the dishes, she jumped as she felt her hind legs being touched by Rainbow Dash. Scoots tried to focus on the cleaning while her flanks and upper thighs were frisked and prodded in a way that tickled her.
“Stop that,” she said through clinched teeth, but she wouldn’t stop, so she giggled as lightly as she could. She managed to finish the dishes without attracting anyone’s attention, and then she was off to be outside. She decided to walk in the direction of a place to eat breakfast.
As they walked, it was amazing to see Rainbow standing in the light. Scoots asked, “No one else can see you right?”
“I very much doubt that. You pretty much have me all to yourself. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yeah, but can’t you tell me more about how it works?” she inquired.
Rainbow considered. “Well, it’s like you’re tuning into my frequency like a radio station. Someone else could theoretically tune into the same channel, but that’s very unlikely if it’s not relevant.”
“Oh, that makes sense. So, are you always gonna stick around then?”
“That’s the plan. I can still leave whenever I want to, to go play with other friends in my galactic and soul family. When you are busy with something else, I might observe you or I might leave, but I will still know what you were up to. And whenever you check for me to see if I’m around, you’ll find me. It doesn’t really follow the logic of linear time like you’re used to. You’ll get used to it.”
“Is there anyone else other than you that might visit me?”
“You’ll probably see that from time to time, but I’m guessing you’re primarily interested in me and that’s fine. What you need to know is that I’m in your inner circle from now on. The inner circle includes any spirit guides and higher aspects of your consciousness that are involved in your life. When I physically died, I voluntarily chose to enter into your inner circle because we had a great potential for connection.”
“Did we know each other before this life?”
“Well of course,” nodded Rainbow. “But that’s not important now. Let’s go ahead and find this restaurant. I don’t have to eat of course, but I can share some of your physical sensations.”
They walked in silence for a moment.
“Just one more thing,” Scootaloo asked sheepishly. “Can we have sex?”
“I like sex,” said Rainbow smiling.
“So that’s a yes?” exclaimed Scootaloo.
“C’mon kid, I said I was going to blow your mind.”
“Yay!” she cheered. “But, what about all my fetishes and stuff?”
“Yeah, they’re all adorable to me, even the way you are in love with my underwear. Since I don’t really have fear, I’m willing to do whatever I want with you that you want. Taboo things add to sex so well because of the liberating nature of sex. It lowers the walls so that everyone can get their freak on and bring their fun to the experience. But, we’ll save that for tonight.”
“I love you so much, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo exclaimed, jumping up and down.
“I’m very fond of you too, squirt.”
And with that, Scootaloo went on to get her daffodil sandwich at an outdoor café, while Rainbow Dash rubbed circles on her tummy while she ate.