Swap Meet

Contains: Oral Vore, Soft Vore, Macro&Micro, maw play
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Silver Spoon slept. Eyes closed her mind settled and her body sank into her bed; the vicuna wool stuffed mattress carried her tension away and cradled her as the enchantments controlled the temperatures around of her filly form keeping her comfortable. A voice echoed in Silver Spoon’s ears, it was easy enough to ignore but each time the voice spoke it was louder, calling her name over and over before the voice suddenly spoke directly into her ear.

“Silver Spoon,”

Lifting her head, Silver Spoon looked around meeting the stares of her classmates googly eyes.

“Are you feeling well? Where are your eyes?” Cheerilee spoke.

Silver Spoon looked up at her teacher, the mare standing much higher than she usually did, replying did nothing her voice only coming out as a whisper. Looking back at her classmates SIlver Spoon noticed they were gone, having left behind their googly eyes. Silver Spoon felt a knot of panic which worsened with the sound fillies and foals screaming in the playground, looking back up to her teacher Silver Spoon’s ears fell as panic bloomed into fear that she had done something terribly wrong.

“Oh Spoony, you are alright. Here, go outside and play, I’ll go get the Zecora and buy you some new eyes,” Cheerilee said, her unusually affectionate tone calming the filly.

Silver Spoon calmed down but still felt bad, stepping away from her desk, she trotted to the classroom door, looking back to see her giant teacher mere cardboard as she fell over. Opening the door and stepping through, Silver Spoon entered the playground and stood stock still as she realized just how small she was. The others, her classmates, were just as tall as miss Cheerilee had been. Silver Spoon scanned the playground, looking for her friend Diamond Tiara but couldn’t find her amongst the the blur of motion from her the rambunctious foals and fillies.

Alone and feeling smaller than a grain of sand Silver Spoon made her way to the first group of fillies she recognized, the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Sweetie Belle, Applebloom and Scootaloo tossed a ball back and forth, their fun going uninterrupted for several minutes despite the arrival of their miniature observer. Scootaloo delivered a smack to the ball with her wing, the ball flying wayward from it’s intended mark and bowling over Silver Spoon.

“Oh gosh, Silver Spoon! We didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle cried, running up to the dazed filly.

“Why ya’ll just sittin there? You sick or somethin?” Applebloom asked.

Silver Spoon was lifted up by Sweetie Belle’s magic and set on the underside of Applebloom’s outstretched hoof.

“I was just hoping Diamond was here,” Silver Spoon whispered,

“Naw, she was gobbled up by Cheerilee remember?” Scootaloo said

“I remember...I got to find her though, she was gonna eat me today but I guess that won’t happen does it?” Silver Spoon said.

“Well, if it’s all the same to you, why not hang out with us?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Silver Spoon balked, she didn’t want to hang out with these three but she also didn’t want to be alone “I guess…” she answered.

Appleblooms tongue slithered from her mouth, angling down as if forming a set of soft wet stairs for Silver Spoon to climb up. Staring into her mouth, watching the entrance to that warm throat flex, the line of drool hanging in the back of her mouth and the warm breath that rolled over her made Silver Spoon shiver with excitement Putting one hoof on the base step of the tongue, Silver Spoon pulled back, fully expecting the crusader to fake her out and pull back her invitation. Feeling the familiar grip of magic on her rear, Silver Spoon felt herself get launched into the air by a snap of green magic. Applebloom acted quickly and snatched the little filly mid air and began tasting the little filly like a hunk of candy.

Silver Spoon was soaked in spit in a matter of seconds, as soon as darkness swallowed her, she was certain Applebloom would too; though truth be told, she wanted nothing more than to be Miss Cheerilee’s meal, or Diamond Tiara’s but she finally getting what she always wanted. That soft filly tongue slipped and undulated softly under Silver Spoon, occasionally pressing her against the roof of Applebloom’s mouth to hold her while Applebloom swallowed the Silver Spoon flavored drool built up in her mouth. SIlver Spoon moaned, her little body handling the situation as best it could, burying her face into that soft, squishy tongue and wrapping her hooves around it she timed her little little hip thrusts to the movement of Applebloom’s loving tongue.

“How does she taste?” Scootaloo asked.

“Probably not all that good, she more than likely uses a ton of product in her hair,” Sweetie Belle muttered

“Ah no way! She’s DEEE-licious!” Applebloom said, pumping her hoof up with her specific annunciation.

“What does she taste like?” Scootaloo asked.

Applebloom didn’t say anything instead motioning for Scootaloo to come closer while trying to the keep her drool from dribbling down her lip. As soon as Scootaloo was close Applebloom hooked her forehoof around her friends head and kissed her deeply, sliding her tongue and Silver Spoon into Scootaloo’s mouth. Silver Spoon moaned, the combined feeling of two tongues encapsulating her and licking her from belly to rump and from chest to ear, no part of her was forgotten and unexplored by the roaming tongues of the two crusaders locking lips. Swirling and licking, Silver Spoon didn’t even realize she had been passed to Scootaloo’s mouth. Scootaloo was a bit rougher, tossing the candy sized filly around her mouth and depositing her into her cheek while she suckled and smacked her lips.

“Oh gosh! She is delicious! I can’t believe how great she is,” Scootaloo proclaimed

Silver Spoon’s muscles were tight, burning, her body shivered with need curled up against the smooth, inside of Scootaloo’s cheek. Scootaloo ran her tongue across her cheek and scooped the filly out, and pressed her underneath her tongue sucking a few more times before positioning her between her front teeth and holding Silver Spoon there as if she were being set up for the guillotine. Silver Spoon’s little muzzle poked out from between Scootaloo’s lips, her nostrils greedily sucking down lungfuls of fresh air while Scootaloo’s tongue smack playfully against her plump buttcheek before stroking her rear up and down with tongue.

“Please…” Silver Spoon cried, “Please, please please don’t stop. I will be a good little meal for you if you don’t leave me high and dry like this,”

The need in Silver Spoon’s voice made Scootaloo blush, looking at her two friends unsure if she wanted the nasty little morsel in her mouth any longer.

“Me next?” Sweetie Belle said licking her lips.

Scootaloo pursed her lips and met Sweetie Belle’s and kissed her just as deeply as Applebloom had done to her. An eager tongue met the bubblegum pink tongue of Sweetie Belle’s and Silver Spoon mercifully found herself smooshed between the two soft muscles as they roamed over each other and Silver Spoon. Silver Spoons body spasmed, her hips thrusting and hind legs spread to give those love tongues unfettered access to everything they wanted to taste. Scootaloo was surprised to find that Sweetie Belle was a great kisser, the little unicorn quickly taking the lead in their kiss and deepening it and doing the same to her blush.

Silver Spoon’s couldn’t hold out anymore, her muscles tightened, her hips bucked and pleasure rushed through her. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle paused their kiss, feeling the little filly between their tongues jerk and shudder, the muffled squeals of her orgasm barely audible from outside their mouths. Sweetie Belle smiled, separating her lips from blushing Scootaloo with a soft pop sound, a few strands of spit and filly juice keeping their tongues connected for a brief moment. Sweetie Belle’s horn lit up and the limp figure of Silver Spoon was pulled from Scootaloo’s open mouth. Her eyes half-lidded in bliss and a goofy smile on her face, she watched as Sweetie Belle opened her maw, tongue out, and throat open ready to take her as the meal she was.

Tossing Silver Spoon into her mouth Sweetie Belle closed her mouth and sent the limp, willing filly to her stomach, a little bump in her throat outlining her descent until she was gone.

Silver Spoon’s eyes popped open, beams of morning light trickling into her room through the hoof woven, enchanted window curtains. Tangled and wrapped up in her luxurious blankets, Silver Spoon shifted before pausing, feeling the cling of wet fabric on her lower half.

“Great...this again,” Silver Spoon groaned “Not like I’m constantly getting clam jammed in this one pony town, nooo my own dreams make the problem worse…”

Silently complaining to no one in particular, Silver Spoon made her way to the wash room, she was sticky and needed a shower.