[vore]Cheerileats cyoa pt 1

>Be Cheerilee.
>Your class starts in five minutes.
>You are sitting at the desk in the front of the classroom.
>You are sitting in an empty classroom. Again.
>Class is about to start and none of your students are here yet.
>You skipped breakfast to get here extra early today too.
>'Typical' you think as you flip through the tests to grade, most of them failed.
>You groan loudly and let your head hit the desk.
>What are you going to do with these students? They're all failures.
>You thought weeding out some of the worst students would raise the class average and convince the others to do better.
>You were utterly wrong. It only made them worse.
>The five minutes are up, and the school bell rings. Students start nonchalantly walking in and taking their seats, all talking about that embarrassing moment that some student had or something.
>You stand up and clear your voice.
"Alright, class, settle down."
>The class doesn't settle down.
>You raise your voice.
"Settle down!"
>Only two kids actually listen. But it's only Twist and Applebloom. God damn it.

>>Cherilee loudly stomp table with her hoof

>You grit your teeth together as your blood begins to boil. These god damn kids are going to turn your mane silver one of these days.
>You turn your body and buck the desk behind you as hard as you could, resulting in a loud banging sound and most of the things on the desk flying immediately off the desk.
>You meant to stomp on your desk, but you were too angry to. Plus it felt satisfying as fuck to do that.
>Plus, it got the class's attention. Everyone was looking at you. Thank the two divines, finally.
>You clear your throat again and pace a bit, pretending you weren't stepping on papers and kicking aside office supplies.
"Thank you. Now, can anyone remember what we were learning about yesterday?"
>You hear a filly snicker in the back of the class.
>"Were we learning about physics and gravity?"
>You hear a few more snickers come from the back of the class.
>Horsus Clop, that was probably Diamond Tiara and you knew it.
>You still have a lesson to get through.

>>Deal with troublemakers, gently for now. And by gently, I mean use earthpony strength to hurl the chalk eraser so hard it disintegrates like a giant mascara poofer on the pony next to Tiara. Our aim isn't so good.

>You grimace at the snide comment.
>You didn't care if Diamond didn't say anything, you were too angry to think anything through.
>She was the bitchiest student in the class anyway.
>But you act nonchalantly, for now, moving to the chalk board to pick up a piece of chalk to write a couple things on the board.
"Today, we're going to be studying math."
>You write down the derivation for the equation of position.
"Like the speed equation, for instance."
>You pick up the eraser and pretend to just correct an error on the board.
"How fast can a pony move? It all depends on her REACTION TIME!"
>You quickly turn around and, with 13 years of softball training in your foreleg, and natural earth pony muscle, you hurl the eraser at the back of the class, aimed right for that twerp, Diamond Tiara.
>She doesn't even have time to duck as the thing flies towards her at 70mph.
>The eraser flies right over her head and hits the wall about 10 feet behind her.
>Chalk dusts the wall and leaves a big mark.
>Shit.
>If anyone was asleep, they weren't now. At least you have everypony's attention.
>But if you knew these students, it would only be a few more seconds before they would just start laughing.
>You should think of some way to recover fast.

>>Now then as you can see speed is not all that matters in life. You also need to be able to work on the parabolic equation for ballistic curves.

>Mitigation level raised to high.
>Teaching mode activate.
>You cough into your hoof before turning around and pointing at the board again. You put on your best 'I'm totally sincere' smile.
"A-As you can see, the eraser provides an excellent example of what can happen when objects hit something at a high speed."
>You turn around and start writing some force equations on the board. You forget that you're teaching an primary level class and write down the energy equation as well.
"You see, when an object interacts with an object, it, uh...applies a force back into the eraser and, uh...."
>draw more diagrams
"makes it bounce, and uh..."
>Your stomach growls loudly. Damn, you're so hungry it hurts. Hard to think with an empty stomach.
>You hear a loud yawn come from the back of the class.
>You think you can save this lesson and continue the rest of the day without too much incident. At least until lunch time.
>You also consider what to do with Diamond Tiara. You could ask her to see you after class or during lunch or...something, maybe talk to her parents.
>By the two divines, you're hungry as shit.

>>Grab the apple some one left to suck up with off the desk and eat it.
Muse that it makes your hunger problem go away, maybe you could make your Tiara problem go away if you ate her.

>You remember that one of your students put an apple on your desk this morning before taking your seat and you thank Celestia quietly.
>At least Applebloom is good for something.
>You turn mid lecture to get the apple.
>You remember you kicked your desk just a few minutes ago, and it's now on the ground.
>And you had stepped on it earlier when you were pretending not to notice all of your things were kicked off the desk.
>Pony shit.
>Your stomach reprimands you with a painful, hungry sting.
>Despite it, you try to continue your lecture for a few more minutes. If you could last for at least a couple more hours, you could quickly run out to get lunch during recess.
>It's hard to imagine you could manage for that long.
>While you start rambling on about second order parametric equations, your thoughts between sentences keep reminding you of your hunger and other things that ticked you off.
>You muse for a few moments that you wouldn't have any remorse at all if you just swallowed that filly whole. After all, you'd be solving more than one problem.
>Hell, if you could just get one of these useless kids down your throat, you'd be happy.
>You start seriously thinking about it, and you start to forget you're even giving a lecture.
>You only realize what's been going on when a student pipes up.
>"Mth. Cheerilee?" a lispy voice asked "Why did you thtop?"
>"Yeah," asked another student "An' wha are ya lickin yer lips like that?"
>You go wide eyed and blush in embarrassment. Things could not be going worse.

>>Oh children, I was just thinking of what sweet students you all are. Such sweet sweet students.

>>>lock door and swallow key

>>Why you are all so sweet I could just gobble you all up right now!

>

>>Ah dang, why'd you have to destroy the bucking apple.

??"I'm sorry, but I need to excuse myself for a few minutes. While I'm gone please work on this equation and compute the acceleration of a body from rest under the force of gravity alone."
>Go to the snack machine and get something quickly and some water.
>>Come back to see Tiara causing disruptions in the time you are gone.

>>"Tiara just what do you think you are doing? I'm going to need to speak with you during recess."

>>"Now class, who here solved the equation..."

>>Now is the time to skip forward.

>

>>skip until recess/detention

>You groan as you look at the time. Two hours is too long to wait for lunch, and you can't just pop out quickly. You know the mess that'll happen if you do.
>You clear your throat.
"A-Actually, I'm going to let you go to recess early today, class."
>You shuffle your hooves a bit, but your gaze lays directly on Diamond Tiara.
"Ah...But Diamond? Could you stay after class? I'd like to have a word with you."
>The class excitedly gets up and stars running out of the room. Whatever was left of your desk supplies are trampled.
>Diamond Tiara almost slips out with the rest of the kids, but you put a foreleg in front of her to block her path.
>She pouts as you clear your throat expectantly.
>"What's the big deal, I didn't do anything," she whines at you.
"Come with me, Diamond."
>You nudge her toward the other side of the class room, and she reluctantly follows.
>You could hear her say "stupid, stupid..." under her breath.
>You take her to the back room that connected your classroom to the room just next door.
>Hopefully you can make this quick.

>"Come on, I didn't do anything wrong," the insufferable child whined at you.
>You sighed and turned around to lock the door behind you, as well as the one on the other side of the room.
>"You're just mad because I'm funnier than you."
>You clear your throat and turn to face her. You make sure your contempt for her shows through enough to make her cringe a little.
>Diamond doesn't move, though. She stands her ground and even stomps a hoof on the cold tile floor.
"Sweetie, you're failing every subject I'm teaching.
>You step up close to her.
"And you haven't made an attempt to improve at all."
>"So? What does that matter to you?" she asks indignantly.
>You pause for a moment.
"Sweetie, I'm going to have to put you in detention for being such a bad student, you know."
>Diamond tried to keep her indignant expression.
"In fact, you'll be in detention for...well, I think I'll need to keep you for at least a whole day."
>Diamond squeaked, tears already forming in her eyes. "Th-That's not fair! D-Daddy will come and take me from here!"
>You chuckle a little bit and lean down so your face is right in front of hers. You put a hoof on her back so she can't escape so quickly.
"I don't think so, dear."

>Without another word, you open your mouth up wide in front of the filly, gaping wide enough for your tongue to slip underneath her chin and for her eyes to stare directly down into your throat. She starts fidgeting under your hoof.
>"L-Let me go! D-Daddy will make you pay!" She pushes back against the floor but her hooves slide underneath her "Wh-What are you even doi-"
>Her muzzle just slips right into your open mouth. Your eyes widen up in surprise, but it's a nice surprise, you think. You let your jaws relax and you push forward, quickly getting the filly's head deep inside your maw.
>The filly starts squirming underneath you, hooves sliding even more on the tile floor as she utterly fails to gain traction. "M-Miss Cheerilee! W-Wait, I didn't mean it!"
>But her pleas fall on deaf ears. You hesitate a moment as your tongue coils around her neck and pulls her in a bit more. You moan in pleasure around Diamond's head.
>After a moment of enjoying her flavor, you pull her forward again, pushing her muzzle right into your throat. It makes a tiny bulge as it starts to slip in.
>With a simple swallow, you pull the filly's head down your throat. Within moments, her tiny little body is slurped into your maw and only her rear end is left hanging outside.
>She's a lot smaller than you thought she'd be. You begin to worry that she might not be enough to satisfy your hunger.
>Her hind legs are kicking wildly behind her, throwing your balance off a little.
>"L-Let me out! Y-You fucking...L-Let me go!"
>Your stomach growls again. The filly still hadn't breached into it, and it was frustrated that you were taking so long.
>'good bye, Diamond,' you think to yourself before you tilt your head up, lifting her little legs high into the air with ease.

>With one more, powerful swallow, the little morsel of a pony slides all the way down your throat, stretching you out just a bit all the way down.
>After a moment, the filly finally lands in your stomach and is stuffed inside it, filling you up nicely.
>Your now rounded belly squirmed a little bit beneath you, but couldn't move around very much. Your meal inside was trying to fight against you, but your own stomach was too tight for her.
>She says something pleadingly between sobs, but you don't even care anymore. All you can hear are your stomach's loud gurgles.
>You lick your lips, tasting the last remnants of your meal on them, and moaned in delight.
>You never knew how good it felt to eat someone smaller than you. The feeling of power started getting to your head, and you could feel your heart rate accelerate in your chest.
>Oooh, you liked it alright. And you'd probably do it again if you had the cha-
>Your thoughts are interrupted again with the loud rumbling of your stomach, and another dull sting of hunger. It wasn't as bad...but still...you could eat.
>Recess would probably be over soon. But maybe if you were quick enough you could catch a student in the hallways just before or after recess.
>Then again, why try to catch your prey when you could just ask another student to come to your office after class.
>You weigh your options as your food digests.
>You wonder just how fast you should relieve Ponyville of it's pesky student population.