School Yard Shorts: Mean Girl

Contains: Underage Prey, Soft vore, Soft Digestion, Unwilling prey
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“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, though there was one filly who was more of a problem than she was worth sometimes. The colt currently holding the title of "it" 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 looked up, this sort of behavior was what she was talking about; 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.

“Diamond Tiara! Hallway. Now,” Cheerilee said, steel in her voice and stern 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. Cheerilee 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 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 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, swollen belly.