Changelings were by their very nature were masters of manipulation and infiltration, as millennia of leaching love had gifted them with an innate disposition towards deceit in order to satiate their endless hunger. Their skilled shapeshifting and a good grasp of other illusionary spells allowing them to properly partake in their clueless pony prey without issue, as more experienced members of the hive could even distort their unbeknownst victim’s perception of reality to easily suckle upon the ensnared equine’s emotions at their leisure. Queen Chrysalis’s expertise in this field was no exception, as the once proud leader of the swarm had honed her abilities over years of hunting and subterfuge, leaving her confident that even without her hive, she could control the weak and malleable minds of the pathetic ponies that had by some miracle bested her previously.

The way they had celebrated incensing the insect with a deep disgust even now, as deep down she knew their deluded delight was just the result of a luck-laced fluke that had scooped conquest out of her clutches. The unearned victory had its advantages though, as the resulting revelry had bred a negligent self-assurance that was ripe for exploitation. The inattentiveness almost contagious, allowing Chrysalis to take full advantage of the laxing of security to slip into the royal palace unseen, as the equestrians foolishly believed that a single defeat would be enough to truly vanquish her. The guards on duty useless and dense, and any magical protection charms were trivial to circumvent, as the changeling silently snuck through the marble halls of Canterlot Castle.

Her black exoskeleton allowing her to stealthily sneak by unnoticed, until the time came to strike, and she softly cast the spell that would secure her supper without a noisy struggle. Princess Luna squirming slightly as she slept, before the sickly emerald magic took a hold, nullifying the alicorn’s ability to resist to just a few shuffling wriggles. A gentle twinkle all it took to banish her slumbering consciousness to a vivid dream, where the princess would be too preoccupied with the things, she wanted to see even considering fighting back against her fate as food. If there had been more time, Chrysalis would have enjoyed slowly sapping the powerful mare of her love over several days, but alas the situation did not afford her such a lavish luxury.

Instead, Chrysalis simply pulled back the expensive linen bedsheet, and without even a gloating word descended upon the dozing diarch with a hungry gleam in her eyes. Luna helpless to the looming arthropod's advances, as aside from a slight fidgeting and a disorientated murmur she failed to stir from her blissful sleep. Her pampered hind hooves only twitching meekly, as she slotted into the snug warmth of the shapeshifter’s waiting throat with a savoured slurp. An unintelligible mumble the only protest the princess would put up, as with a string of easing gulps, Chrysalis began to inch her way over Luna’s spotless coat. The midnight blue soon darkened by a slathering of saliva, which matted down her velvety fur with a steamy slathering of natural lubricant, making things easier for the invertebrate ingesting her.

Luna lost in her own thoughts, just letting it happen, as bit by bit her svelte body was lost to the voracious expanse inching up the be towards her resting head. Chrysalis preferring when the chevaline she consumed squealed and begged, but at times when she needed to remain discreet, she often wondered what her victims were seeing when left to their delirious own devices. Perhaps it was a perfect reality, family, friends, nostalgic moments, she could not tell nor did she want to find out, as she herself had never been feeble of will enough to be slaved by the stupefying spell she had cast. This meal of mare meat going as streamlined as any other, with the only thing of note being the size of her succulent serving of female flesh.

The queen feeling the princess’s hind legs naturally beginning to forcibly fold to conform to the churning caress of her swiftly swelling stomach, as bit by bit she continued to thread her regal banquet into her now bulging belly. The nibbling caress of her stomach sphincter coasting over the curves of her large lunch, as everything seemed to be going swimmingly, up until Chrysalis’s lips began to crest Luna’s shoulders and the princess unexpectedly opened her eyes. The action enough to make Chrysalis stop mid-swallow, as for a moment she thought she was about to have an unplanned tussle with her mostly tucked-away treat. The queen freezing in place, as for a second she considered that she had been caught in the act, but no spirited struggle followed, bar another slurred maffle of daydreaming meaningless.

The noise enough to give the queen a sudden sense of relief, as though Luna’s eyes were now ajar, a glowing green mist ensured that the lights were on, but no one was home. Chrysalis just giving another rolling “Ulp”, as she continued to claim the copious amount of chevaline she had set her sights on. A slight shuffle slotting Luna’s chubby cutiemarks into the chyme-drenched abyss, as with a gurgling groan the now protruding gut continued to expand to accommodate the babbling equine’s egress. The digestive dungeon damp against her hide, yet she did nothing, as she tenderly trundled into the dank depths of Chrysalis’s caustic core without a single fuss. All it took was Chrysalis to tilt her fanged maw skyward, and give a definitive peristaltic pulse to palpitate along the changeling’s oesophagus, and with the click of fangs Luna was little more than a languishing lump opulently oozing towards her tart final destination.

Gravity and the frictionless walls of the oscillating food chute doing the rest of the work, in shepherding her blue-blooded indulgence into her waiting belly. The full feeling beyond satisfying, before with a moist belch Chrysalis reduced Luna’s remaining existence to a few stifled shudders, as she suffocated within the claustrophobic belly of her better. The sadistic shapeshifter licking her lips, as she ruminated on the spasming convulsions quaking within her bloated body cavity with a snaggled grin. The alicorn fodder she had eaten already forgotten, as what was the need to acknowledge the identity of the soon-to-be liquid grist in her gut. The curled-up calories brewing in her bowels nothing special, little more than fresh sustenance to fuel her faultless frame, as a thousand years of life had matured Luna into the ideal princess-sized portion of protein to melt away into a buttery soup of bubbling effeminate biomass. Of course, Chrysalis would have plenty of time to mull the shapely simulacrum of the sovereign sagging her stomach over the coming days, as she knew once she claimed Luna’s place on the throne, she would have unfettered access to a slew of subjects to snack on as she saw fit…..

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Queen Chrysalis sneaks into Canterlot Castle with an insatiable hunger for revenge. A subduing spell upon a slumbering princess is more than enough to secure a sovereign snack without a fuss, not like Luna will realize what is happening before the ingestive encounter invariably ends with a victorious belch...

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This voracious ousting was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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