As one of Canterlot’s foremost supermodels, it was not uncommon to see Fleur de Lis on the guestlist for all manner of prestigious parties and formal events in the nation’s capital. The attractive mare not there for her opinion on party politics or the economy though, as her price of admission was just the sultry smile on her elegant muzzle and the occasional girlish giggle at some pompous pony’s joke. The eye-pleasing equine’s job simply to give a pearly grin and look pretty, as aside from an occasional nod or effeminate sound of agreement, she was solely there to be seen and not heard. The picturesque pony little more than set dressing, as her trivial thoughts on matters paled in comparison to her value as a piece of lithe eye candy wrapped around a wealthy stallion like a sensual shadow.

The svelte socialite unbothered by her role as a permanent plus one, even if to some the unicorn’s photogenic features rendered her down to just an object to be ogled at. Fleur just periodically posing for the photographs as they came, and enjoying the venue's complimentary food and music, as very few ponies had the ability to rub shoulders with the upper crust of society like she did. This prominent position of course drawing attention and often jealousy from other less stylish sidepieces, though the slender unicorn had no way of knowing her familiarity with social functions would attract the interest of a certain sinister shapeshifter.

Fleur never realizing something was amiss until she had been thrust into the tight throat of a hungry changeling, as the peckish predator used an opportunity to partake in the pony. The now panicked pony’s particular set of traits making her irresistible to the changeling consuming her, as in its eyes the easily emulated equine was quite replaceable. It’s fashionable food not like most of the blue-blooded upper-class, as unlike the snooty stallions and aloof mares of the court, Fleur had no obligations to perform riveting conversation and amusingly witty banter. The unicorn requiring none of that, as in truth she was little more than a beguiling prop to flaunt status, leaving the gorgeous equine nothing too complicated to copy for the predator packing her away.

The mare’s assailant confidently chugging her down with a few strong swallows, safe in the knowledge that it could reliably reproduce the personality of its wriggling pony prey. A couple of days of observation informing the sly shapeshifter that nothing about Fleur was too advanced, as aside from a few suggestive and flirtatious poses there was not much more to its mewling meal. The only thing standing out was the fact that the pony was a bit taller than the norm, though this did little to stop the shapeshifter from wolfing down its squirming snack. The mare gradually oozing into the oesophagus with a steady series of peristaltic pulses, as the stronger changeling forced itself ever forward over its flailing food.

Fleur little more than fodder for the shapeshifter snarfing her, as in its mind the protesting pony was just a dollop of desire to be discretely devoured, digested and disposed of. The bug had learned what it had needed, the mare’s mannerisms nothing too hard for the infiltrator ingesting her, and with a little practise the passion parasite would be able to copy its once dignified dinner to a tee. For now though, the insatiable insect just continued to gulp away, ever eager to cap off its crying conquest with a sated belch. The changeling knowing the sooner its trembling treat was relegated to a lively lump in its midriff, the sooner it could slink back into the shadows to sleep off its emotion-rich entrée. The leached love from its lunch sure to last the soon to be engorged drone for several days, then it would simply take Fleur’s place in preparation for the coming swarm….


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As a famous model, Fleur de Lis was an ideal candidate for changeling consumption. Her position rubbing shoulders in Canterlot high society offering a juicy infiltration opportunity, though based on the noises the mare is making, I don't think she agrees with the assessment. Thankfully for the soon to be full changeling, food doesn't have the right to an opinion...

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This hungry changeling was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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