[vore]Cheerileats cyoa pt 2

>You decide to review at least two of your students as you mull over what to do exactly.

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Diamond Tiara: level 1 (ded)
Diamond's parents (or parent? There was only one name put down for legal guardian ship) obviously cares for their daughter, but you're pretty sure they don't pay much attention to what she does.

Silver Spoon: level ? (suspicious)
Silver spoon isn't too bright and she really can't think for herself too much. She'll notice Diamond has disappeared rather quickly and will seek her out if not given any information. You figure she will connect the dots if you don't start telling lies soon.
Silver spoon gets Fs in class. Either she doesn't listen in class, or she's actually retarded. You can't be sure.
Silver Spoon's parents care as much as Diamond's parents do. You were sure that was almost not at all.
No one outside of Diamond and her parents care about Silver Spoon, you assume.
//...

>You figure Silver Spoon will be the next biggest threat to you right now. You decide it would be best to take care of her now before she starts making others suspicious too.
>It might be hard to plant bad behavior, however. You decide to think on it before class starts...

>You flip through your files and look for three files in particular. You're afraid these fillies might be a little more trouble than the others...

//...
Applebloom: level ? (pleased)
Not all that bright, but very hard working student. She might not get the solution the first time, but she learns quick from mistakes.
Applebloom gets Cs in class.
Applebloom's sister and brother keep a good eye on her and will realize when she's missing very quickly. They also rely on her to do some of the work on the farm, so they're not so keen on letting her go on field trips.
Applebloom hangs out a lot with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, nearly inseperable. Applebloom is also friends with Twist. She also acts as a leader from time to time.

Sweetie Belle: level ? (pleased)
Sweetiebelle is a smart kid but gets easily distracted. She's usually more level headed than most kids, but she's more interested in having fun than paying attention to important things unless forced to.
Sweetiebelle gets Bs in class.
Sweetiebelle's sister is often too busy to come to parent teacher conferences, and you suspect that Sweetiebelle spends more time out of the home than in. Her parents are usually out of town, so they won't be much of an issue anyway.
Sweetiebelle is friends with Applebloom and Scootaloo, nearly inseperable. She acts as the trio's breaks, trying to stop them from doing stupid things when she can.

Scootaloo: level ? (pleased)
Scootaloo is a lot more self centered and pretty nosy. She gets bored rather quickly, however, and stops doing something if it doesn't get immediate results. She'll spend more time with her friends if she can help it, however.
Scootaloo gets Ds in class.
You're not sure if Scootaloo has parents. You think Rainbowdash looks over her, but you're not sure.
Scootaloo is friends with Applebloom and Sweetiebelle, nearly inseperable. She acts as the group's brain, but her ideas are usually sporadic and unorganized.
//...

>You settle down at your desk. This time your belongings are replaced and in order.
>Your little momo pad sits neatly on your desk, all filled out with the information significant to your quest.
>You idly sift through the graded papers and wait for the students to file in, each taking their seats in class, happily chatting about something.
>You sigh before you stand up and clear your throat to address the class.
"Now, children, I'll just pick up where we left of yesterday. Can someone tell me what we were discussing?"
>Twist, as usual, raises her hoof.
>"Quantem mechaniksh?"
>You nod your head and continue on with the lecture as normal.
>None of the students seem to mind the lack of snide remarks coming from the back of the room. You smile to yourself.
>Soon, recess is upon you, and the children are to go on to eat lunch.
>You consider your options again.
>Should you get Silver Spoon's attention now, or should you wait for an excuse to get her at the end of the day?
>You got away with skipping the rest of class yesterday, but two days in a row might seem suspicious unless you can do it right.
>Silver Spoon is also being quiet. You quietly contemplate how you will rile her up.

>It's the end of the day now. You've asked Silver Spoon to stay after class just before recess. You notice she looks a little nervous.
>You smile to your students as the school bell rings.
"Oh, well that's the bell! I'll see you all tomorrow children!"
>Your students start filing out quickly, excited for the weekend, probably.
>Silver Spoon doesn't move from her seat. She's just looking down at her desk, looking a bit nervous.
>You wave a hoof at her.
"Come here, Silver Spoon."
>She hesitates, but she eventually stands and comes over to your desk.
"Silver...can you explain to me why Diamond Tiara is not here today?"
>Silver Spoon's expression perks up a bit.
>"N-No, I haven't seen her since...well, recess yesterday."
>Her expression now turns to one slightly more worried.
>"Y-You mean you haven't seen her?"
>You shake your head.
"As you know, it isn't very good to let your friends skip class."
>Silver Spoon hangs her head.
>"I-I know..."
>You smirk a bit. She's not even going to resist, is she?
>You slide out from the side of your desk and move up to the little filly until she's just a couple feet away from you. Your shadow falls on her.
>"Wait..." she mumbles "You...did look for her right?"
>She now turns her attention to you, ears perked up and eyes a bit widened.
>"I-I mean, you had her stay behind at recess yesterday...right?"

>You look down at the child with contempt.
"It is not my responsibility to be looking after every one of my students."
>Silver Spoon's expression grows a little more worry some.
"Now...come with me..."
>You nudge her forward toward the classroom closet. It's a tight space, but you won't be seen inside of it.
>Silver Spoon fidgets a bit. "Wh-What are you d-doing?" she squeaks out, hesitantly moving with each nudge.
>You open your mouth to say something, but you feel a powerful lump of gas begin to well up in your throat.
>It takes a couple seconds, but it finally comes up, and you belch out loudly, letting out a good amount of air from your stomach.
>And out flies a little tiara, right in front of little Silver Spoon.
>The filly quakes a bit as she looks at the saliva drenched piece of silver.
>"Y-You...you..." She looked up at you with a tear drenched, angry expression. "You ATE Diamond Tiara?!"
>You wipe a hoof across your lips to dry up the saliva and then looked down at the little filly with a smirk.
"What's wrong? I was quite hungry, and she just happened to look exactly like a cupcake."
>Silver Spoon glares at you.
>But the glare breaks up when she hears a loud gurgle come from your stomach.
"You know what? I'm actually feeling hungry now, huh..."
>Silver Spoon steps back a few steps.
"And you know what you look like right about now?"
>You lean your head down close to her fear stricken face.
>You say the most taunting thing you could say.
[charisma roll]
"You look just like grilled halibut~"
>The filly is now shaking underneath you, absolutely terrified. She was going to be such an easy meal to swallow down.

>The little filly just quivers underneath you. Her fear tasted so delicious after how much of a nuisance she's been for years.
"Now be a good girl and don't struggle. I want to enjoy this."
>She shakes her head "n-no!"
"Don't be difficult, Silver"
>You growl at her and scoop her head in closer with a hoof.
>The filly ducks her head quickly and steps back.
>You growl and grab her with both hooves.
"Be a good girl."
>You are now groaning through clenched teeth.
>But the girl keeps struggling. Luckily, she's rather frail and can't really escape. If she were any stronger, she might have wriggled out of your grip.
>Fine. If you couldn't get her to calm down, you might as well stop beating around the bush.
>You open your mouth up wide and breath heavily.
>The sudden display of your maw gets her attention and gets her to freeze in fear for a moment.
>Too eager to continue, you take that moment of hesitation and force the filly's head forward, pushing her muzzle right onto your tongue.
>"St-Stop, please!" she pleads. She starts her struggling all over again, pushing desperately against your face.
>In vein, of course.
>You push your own head forward and snap pull the filly down to your throat. The wriggling is actually proving to be quite an obstacle.
>Without much more further delay, you clench your throat down around the filly's muzzle and swallow hard.

>It takes quite a bit of effort, but your throat over powers her weak little legs, and pull her down.
>The whole prey struggles all the way down your throat deal didn't really feel as good as you thought it would. Sure, she was as strong as a tissue paper, but you were already having issues.
>With a strong gulp, however, you manage to get the filly's head down your throat.
>She starts sliding down your long neck inch by inch, already sliding down into your chest.
>Her ass is already pushing up against your lips, robbing you of enjoying the first initial swallows.
>Fortunately for you, she's seemed to stop wriggling so much. If you strain your ears, you can barely hear her tuckered out breath underneath her tiny little panting in your chest.
>"Y-You...m-monster!" she squealed, no doubt tears flooding her eyes.
>You chuckle a little and tilt your head skyward. Her legs now dangled high into the air, just begging to be swallowed down.
>And you comply.
>Your throat tightens up around the little filly and, with a much more relaxed, gentle swallow, you pull the filly down much more slowly, drawing her down inch by inch and letting yourself feel as her rump slides down your long throat.
>Her hooves quickly disappear down your throat just as she starts filling up your stomach.
>Ah, that hit the spot. You were really starting to love the feeling of having a child weakly wriggling inside of your gurgling belly.
>It wasn't even the hunger you were satisfying anymore. It just felt really good.
>Your meal squeaks out something pathetic, but you don't even bother to listen. You instead move to sit back down in your chair and relax.
>But before you sit down, you see somepony pass by the window on the door.
>You freeze for a few moments longer.
>You're pretty sure that pony didn't look inside when they were passing by, but still.
>It takes a minute or so, but you finally relax.
>You sit down in your chair finally and push your wriggling belly underneath the desk.