I felt my first mawshot (front facing) of Fleur was kinda butt. So I made a new one that is much better.

SVG and higher res at: https://www.deviantart.com/emu34b/a.....uche-783661822

Now, a little story from  Star_Sage to go along with it. (Warning, vore!)

"Oh, then perhaps we can facilitate that, non?" said a voice behind you, one that sounded sweet and feminine, and yet large, with a slight french accent. It was like someone was speaking through a speaker in a stadium, and when you turned around, you were suddenly elsewhere. The world around you was a hall of some opulently appointed palace, with shimmers coming off polished tiles, and things along the wall that glimmered expensively.

Of course, the thing that took most of your attention was a mare, a white one with a light pink mane, and a fleur de lis cutiemark from which she took her name. And she was tall compared to you, those sized perfectly for the hall itself. To her, you were barely the size of a mouse, and more importantly that that, her eyes gleamed like a cat who had spotted this self same mouse, glittering saliva covering her lips as her tongue swept over them.

You barely had time to processes this before those lips opened, and her head came down. For a moment, you got to stare right into her maw, a deep cavern of soft flesh counterpointed by hard, immaculately maintained teeth, all of which was coated with a fine layer of saliva. Once the moment was up, the tongue came down towards you, and like a soft cloud, pushed at your legs, knocking you forward onto the surface.

The tongue was softer than you'd ever felt anything be before. The skin was damp, and coated your body in a heartbeat, as you pressed against it after landing. The stuff dimpled and shifted beneath even your tiny weight, and you felt a sense of safety in it, as the world shifted again, this time rising as she stood back up, and then, with a giggle, drew her tongue back into her maw, and then closed it gently.

Within, you felt the heat of her body all around you. The whistling of air through her throat, and even the steady thudding of her heart from somewhere far below. Here, you were sealed in darkness, but the tongue rose up, and held you against the roof of her mouth, pressing and stroking over your body, as the mare herself mmmed at the flavor you spread over her tongue, beginning to walk down the hall again, as she enjoyed you by sucking on your like a sweet piece of candy.