It had been too simple, the princesses growing lax with their security as they entered the senile serendipity of old age. Their defences primitive, simple guards worthless in impeding a mare who could shift forms on a whim, as the changeling queen practically waltzed into Luna’s private quarters unmolested. The guise of a maid was all it took, as no one batted an eye when the hired help appeared to conduct the domestic duties that kept the expansive castle running smoothly.

The guards so gullible, Chrysalis simply giving a smile and walking up to the front door claiming to be collecting some laundry. The guard ponies just giving a shrug and parting, allowing her entry with the most scrutiny being one of the stallions having a long stare at her bobbing buttocks as she walked away. From there it had been simple, the queen dropping the mask and B-lined for Luna’s bedroom, as at noon the night owl would surely be slumbering.

This assumption was proven correct, as Chrysalis found the dark horse of the royal family snoring softly in a dim room on the top floor. The black bug discarding her disguise in a spark of green magical flame that cast long shadows upon the wall as the changeling returned to her skeletal form. Green eyes glowing like emeralds in the darkness as they radiated just the impassioned gleam of a festering grudge that was finally going to be sated. The queen slowly approaching her victim, the mare half expecting the alicorn to stir, but the princess of the moon remained wrapped in a deep slumber as the nightshift had no doubt left her exhausted.

The princess not even reacting when Chrysalis gently yanked the covers from the sleeping pony leaving her curled up in a tranquil fetal position none the wiser to the looming threat at the end of the bed. The mare not even flinching as her hind hooves were lifted from the bedsheet and slotted into Chrysalis’s waiting maw, as the blue mare only murmured softly as her devourer rapidly climbed up her lower body in a series of confident swallows. The audacity of the act unheard of, as Chrysalis began to casually eat Luna out of her own bed, in what had to be the easiest meal the queen had ever partaken in.

If time had permitted Chrysalis may have savoured the heavenly flavour of the blueberry tasting goddess, but alas time was of the essence prompting the bug to rush her lunch. Each swallow taking another couple of inches of regal meat, as soon the moon was eclipsed under a shroud of obsidian chitin, as the carapace creaked to accommodate the fatty mounds. Luna’s billowing tail tucked between her legs tickling the throat gently as it continued to waft with latent magic even as it was matted down with a drizzle of drool. Chrysalis using her magic to manipulate the mare in her grasp into the ideal shape for swallowing as she folded away svelte limbs and the perpetually moving mane so that the mare might be ingested flush.

The princess flowing into Chrysalis without any resistance, as the nocturnal mare simply began to sink into the waiting gullet now it had a good grip on her frail form. The sight was pathetic, so much magical potential wrapped up in such an unworthy mare, the princess not even resisting as she was casually gulped down. Only light cooing and sleep talking mumbles leaving Luna’s lips, aside from the buck she gave when Chrysalis lapped a lick of the crown jewels as they passed like two ships in the night. The ponut pinching in a light clench upon the tip of the tongue as it scraped over the palate, but aside from that there was nothing but twitches.

The barrel and shoulders following suit and soon Luna was nothing more than a dull bulge pressing against the exoskeleton and a calm face unaware of the sweltering abyss enveloping her. Luna’s eyelids flickering as if subconsciously she knew something was wrong, but the wafting of eyelashes was too little too late. As with an audible swallow and a powerful roll of the throat, Chrysalis tiled her head back and her lips skirted over the Luna’s head in an inhaling jolt, leaving just her slender horn protruding between oily lips like a stick of rock candy. The feeling of Luna’s head worming weakly against her larynx cementing Chrysalis’s euphoria of domination, as she retrieved her phone from her wing case to the twinkle of magic and took a single picture as a lingering memoir of this blue-blooded meal.

Stalling her snacking, Chrysalis examined the sight of a muzzle shaped swelling in her normally lithe neck, before hitting save, and returning her phone to her inflight luggage space the changeling finished her meal. It was not even a swallow at this point as Luna’s weight carried her down the short tunnel to be dumped in a fetal lump in the sloshing stomach. A small pond of enzymes pooling in the bottom of the tight sack, that would soon fester into a swamp as the princess’s flesh began to slough from her body as simmering slabs of melting mare meat. Chrysalis tracing the bulge Luna’s face made through her taut flesh until the protrusion the alicorn’s head made disappeared past the collarbones like some gateway to the underworld. The moon manipulating horn following in the slipstream as each whirl of the long wand was like a depth gage that slowly grew shorter until with a clack of teeth snapping shut the entirety of the princess had been reduced to nought but a divine bulge rocking gently in the middle of the superior monarch.

Chrysalis holding her twitching tummy with a firm frog for a few seconds, before letting out a single moist burp and extinguishing a life over a thousand years in the making with but a single gust of gastric wind. The stomach livening up as the princess awoke unable to breathe before petering out into a series of sporadic spasms as the alicorn succumbed to the hostile atmosphere, leaving just a large lump of alicorn shaped protein. The queen feeling the stilling, before making good in her escape, as she had to think of a witty comment to caption her picture of conquest, the mare just grateful she had plenty of time to think about it as digestion ran its course…………………….


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O' dear it looks like Chrissy got to Princess Luna, well atleast the queen was kind enough to snap a pic of the conclusion of her long swallow.

YCH commission I got from  humbug and I am very pleased with yet another fine addition to my collection 0-0

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