5 Blah! Blah! I vant to eat your love!

A pegasus and an earth pony frantically worked the bank of toaster ovens. The changeling posing as a pegasus worked the fryer.

“Where is Fondue?” grumbled the earth pony. Her yellow coat was mostly hidden by her uniform, but her light blue mane spilled out from under her lopsided hat. Three mint leaves was her cutie mark. Her brow was glossy from the foam of her sweat as she frantically moved enchiladas from the freezer, to the oven, to the service tray.

Starfall worked beside her, trying to minimize getting into each others way. “With any luck, hiding.”

A timer went off behind them and Delta pulled a basket out of the deep fryer. “Mushroom, mushroom,” she intoned. Then she filled the basked with onion petals before setting it back into the grease and twisting the knob again. Happily she hummed to herself as she portioned out the fried goods into small cups and placed them on a second cart.

The other ponies glance back at her. “Have you ever seen a new girl enjoy her job this much?” asked the Earth pony. Her name was Mint Julep, and she worked the other side of the train. The missing pony, Fondue, was apparently the cook and the one that took care of the middle in between their rounds.

Mint yelped as she dropped the tray back into the oven. “Ouch! It really would be nice to have someone with magic to do this.” She pouted slightly. She waved her hoof in front of her mouth, trying to cool off her burnt lips.

Delta conspicuously looked away while she pulled a basket of apple fries out of the oil with her magic while nobody was looking. She wondered how they got the cinnamony, chunky apple sauce inside the breaded filling. Quietly she snuck one, savoring the sweet flavor before the hot goo burned down her throat. Tearfully she quieted her yelp of pain, but they were so good. All they needed were some ice cream or whipped crème.

“They're sinful with a little caramel sauce.” whispered a voice in her ear. Guiltily she turned to see Starfall grinning.

Slowly her eyes grew. “Oh, that would be AMAZING!”

She turned back to the array of toasters with a smile. “Remember four to a box, there's 43 in a bag, we go through two bags, one for lunch, one for supper, so there's going to be more later.” Her wing pulled two of the apple sticks to her as she walked away. Mint took her's from the feathers, holding it in her mouth like a cigar.

Quickly lunch was loaded onto three trays. Most of the ponies were actually in the back. Mint and Delta would be taking two carts while Starfall would take the front. Delta had seen most of the guards up front, this would be her chance to find the ones in the back.

The changeling sighed, trying to calm her nerves. She gave a nervous grin to her compatriots. “Well, girls, it's show time!”

“Be careful, you two,” Starfall hugged the two going away.

“Hey, I've got back-up, you're the one going into it alone, er, going out alone.” Delta hugged her back.

“This job isn't worth getting killed for. Please, watch out.” Mint hugged her coworker. The group broke up and started pushing their carts to the doorways.

“Remember,” started Mint, “we only have enough enchiladas for one for each customer. If they want anything else push the onion petals. They're cheap and plentiful. Be courteous, polite, and don't give them a reason to hurt you or anypony else. 'Kay?”

Delta nodded as she walked into the new room. There was three guards in this room. All stallions. One sword, two rifle. This room had more Lunari than Solari. There were also some terrified ponies. Slowly Delta and Mint began to dispense Cheese or bean enchiladas, drinks and sides, working their way down. Delta smiled and tried a few jokes to try and break the sorrow. The room went uneventful, passing out food to captive and captor alike. The two stewardess breathed easier after they moved into the next room.

This room was a sleeper. Inside were the badly beaten bodies of four unicorns. Mint ran to one, a blonde unicorn with a lilac coat. “Fondue!” She cradled her head in her forehooves. “Fondue. Why? Why would they do this to you?”

Delta walked over to the bodies. They were still warm, but dead. They had been beaten, kicked, and violated. Fury began to burn in her heart. This was a brutality beyond the pale. One had been strangled. Two had had their horns cut off and been stabbed repeatedly throughout their body. Gently the two tucked them into beds and closed their eyes, laying them to rest. Delta held Mint while she cried for her lost friend.

“Hey,” she said after a short break, “they're waiting for us. We need to go.” Slowly she pulled her back to her cart. Taking a deep breath they walked into the next room. This was another sleeper that they had turned into a barracks. There were two more guards but there was gear for a lot more ponies scattered around the room. These guards were both stallions, both Solari.

Mint struggled with giving out the food so Delta came foreword. “Would you like cheese or bean sir?”

“Both.”

“I'm sorry, but we only have enough for one per customer.”

“That's okay,” a hoof smacked her flank, “you've got less mouths to feed.”

“We've got some onion petals, fried mushrooms and some very tasty apple sticks,” she turned to face the hoofy stallion.

“I'm a big stallion. It takes a lot to fill me. What about you?” He leaned in, violating her personal space. Physically she giggled and pushed him back with a wing. Inwardly she groaned to herself for how incredibly horrid this stallion's lines were.

“The last two are for your friends in the back. If I give you them then they don't get to eat.” She bent over pulling a bottle out of the bottom shelf of the cart. Inevitably the stallion grabbed her flank and didn't let go. She came up with a bottle and turned, gently forcing his hoof away from her rear. She moved the bottle from her mouth to her hoof. “I can offer you an extra bottle of juice. Personally I recommend the kiwi passion fruit flavored Coollage.” She smiled slyly at her target though her eyelashes. From his grin and blush it was clear he understood.

“How about the two of us...”

“I still have a couple more cars to wait on. On the way back...” She snuggled close to him. His buddy scoffed. Good to see some being had some sense. That one was dangerous. Mint was in quiet disarray. As they walked through the door to the next cart. Over the rumble of the train on the tracks she could hear her target say: “What? I told you pegasi mares were easy.”

The next two carts were baggage carts and empty of any passengers. The caboose held the last two guards. The final two were a mare and stallion. Both Solari. They took their meals without fuss. Delta read some sexual tension from the stallion that might come in handy later. After they returned to the baggage cars, Delta began to pile up the remains onto Mint's cart.

“I need to break away here. I'm going to try and deal with these ponies. See if I can't thin the herd down some.”

Mint rolled her eyes. “What are you, a commando or something? These ponies have weapons and armor. They could kill you.”

She nodded. “I've got to do something to help save my friends. I've got a plan. I'm not sure just how many I can do or how well, but just head back to the kitchen, heck, maybe see If one of the guards will help you and Starfall with the dishes. That way you've got a witness to your innocence.”

“You're crazy.”

“Yeah, I've been called that too.” She smiled at her compatriot. “Be careful, I'd hate to have to see something happen to you on a day you weren't supposed to be here.”

Mint shook her head, but pushed the cart back to the kitchenette.

Delta sighed. Now for a slow witted brute to seduce.

She sighed and prepared herself for the inevitable onslaught. With her head held high she walked back into the room with the two stallions. Mr Macho was waiting.

“Got rid of your friend, eh?”

“Yeah,” she walked over to him. “So, do you want to go to another car or do we send him out of this one?” There was no need to play coy here. She was committed to the path of violence, and there was no stopping now.

“You want a bed? We can go to the next car.”

“Sure, it makes it easier on me.” She walked over to the door, swaying her hips at her prey. He laughed, slightly self-consciously. He cantered up to the door before her and opened it. Well, at least he had some manners. His hoof caressed her rear as she walked through the doors. He was so consumed with lust for her that he didn't even notice they had cleaned up the bodies.

He grabbed her and pulled her to him. She lost herself in the power of his embrace. For a moment, at least, she took pleasure in submission. In not having be in charge. That somepony else was making the difficult choices and that none of it was her doing. There was no responsibilities, she was unencumbered by obligations and authority, free from the pressures of her changeling birth rite. Utterly lost in the moment, she didn't notice him ripping her coat, just him biting her neck.

Clumsily she started pawing at his armor, trying to touch his coat. He realized and began to pull the heavy plate to lay bare his body while she tossed her hat to the wind and pulled off what was left of her blazer. That's when she noticed his coat was bubble gum pink. That explained a lot. In his armor he'd been white. He grabbed her again and kissed her hard. She had no more time to think about it. Deftly she slipped his charm off from around his fetlock, her lips distracting him from noticing. His thick tongue invaded her mouth. Excellent, it was time for her to spring her trap. She needed to take control and become the hunter she was born to be. She breathed in from his lungs, filling her body with his breath.

Then she began to feed off his love. It was hot and spicy with lust. Typical stallion. Tendrils of magic snaked through his mind, obscuring his fate from him. Also like a stallion, his love was quickly expended. Still she continued to feed. The Martyr's Charm that would have protected him from her mental assault was on the floor, kicked over to the beds of his victims. Lust was almost as good as love and the power of his emotions filled her. Soon the lust was expended, but still she fed.

This was a dark act she had rarely performed before. Rarely did changelings feed this deeply, but this beast deserved it. Surely this was retribution for his heinous acts. Delta continued to pull from him. There was resistance, as it should be. She was ripping his soul free and such things tended to be difficult. With all her might she pulled, feeling it slowly pull free. She could taste the sweetest nectar coming. The sensation was almost like snapping a bone and sucking the marrow inside. Sweet and delicious it filled her like a heavy meal. She wanted to sleep, to digest, to absorb this new power, but there was work to do.

She pulled the rest of his gear off his desiccated husk. There was a quick study of the body for part two then she summoned a ring of green fire to sink the body through the car. The fire came much easier this time. The train car jumped and slammed slightly as it ran over the body. The final indignity she should could preform to the monster.

The halo surrounded her as she took his form. An earth pony with pink coat and brown, short main and tail. Then she donned his gear. It took some time, but that was fine. It was expected that he would have taken awhile. The armor tickled her when it was on, almost like it was providing feedback. Strange. It was almost like when she pushed through the doors protected by Trixie's Wards now with her new charm.

The changeling walked into the room. His compatriot was engrossed in a magazine. “Done already?” He didn't even look up. Could it really be this easy?

“Yeah, she was really hot. Wouldn't believe what she could do with her mouth.” Delta walked up behind him. This monster was even worse. The last one was an emotional brute, but this one, he was smart. He should have known better. The dagger lifted itself into the air.

“Did you want a turn with her?”

“No, Banana Sorbet is waiting for me.”

“Yeah, but nopony else would know.”

“I would.”

This brute. How could he? How could he be so...moral yet so evil?

The tip of the blade wavered slightly. No, no. It had to be done. They'd find out about the one she'd killed sooner or later. Killing him now meant less danger to her friends. She shoved the blade at the base of his skull. There was a gasp as he died. Again she stripped the body, looking for anything of use.

She found another one of those ear horns again. They had similar armor and both had a rifle and two clips of ammo. There was a fighting knife, about a hundred bits between the two of them. The one had had a picture of an earth mare with a yellow coat and a blond mane with dark roots. This was the mare that would cry herself to sleep for years because of her actions. She tucked the picture away, along with the bits to remind herself of this fact.

Delta wasn't a soldier. She wasn't really even much of a killer. She hated this with every fiber of her being. Did she really have to keep doing this? The train stuttered as it started up another slope in the mountains. Ah, yes, maybe now would be her chance. With a bolt she shot back to the sleeper car and waited for the train to hit the apex of this incline before hitting the emergency release between the cars, sending the back four careening downhill. They wouldn't be a danger anymore.

Now, needing a nap to clear her belly and soul she transformed into a snake again, crawled up onto the roof and curled around a pipe in the lee of the air vent to the overhead storage. A safe place to sleep in a safe form. Snakes were a good choice. They couldn't cry.