Chrysalis finds Anontios patiently waiting for her in the dreary halls that lead to the Arena. A couple of the mixed guards stand around him, oggling, curiously poking, or actually doing their job and standing guard. He watches them curiously, leaning to poke one back on its snout.

A loud huff from the Bug-Queen sets them straight, quickly scattering back to their posts. Anontios turns, meeting her gaze, shifting to an attentive stance.

She pauses very close to him, tilting her head slightly as they gaze into each-others eyes. The desire he radiates, when he looks at her... it's a different type then when he looks at Nightmare Moon. Similar, but not quite. She had a few guesses as to why... because she lead the ritual? Or perhaps, a more carnal simplicity of not being quite so attracted to her form? Though he'd been so easily forceful before...

Chrysalis hums softly, letting her curiosity simmer for a moment, and her sight flicker over his injuries. The Manticore had raked its claws across him during their combat, evidently. His torso, and one of his arms, idly bled down his own form... yet he didn't react, only watching her. A show of resilience for her, or did this man have muted pain?

He also didn't seem to talk as much when he was dealing with her. Only spoke when it mattered? Or perhaps, her desires were for those that could keep their mouth shut, and he provided in kind.

She liked that answer.

"Come along, Anontios. Your injuries should be tended before you stain my floors." She playfully huffs, starting to trot back up the halls. She angles her gaze at one of the nearby Changeling guards. "Gather some of the Nurses, and have them brought to my room." She commands, her tone sharply shifting from toying, to firm. The guard salutes, before bolting down the corridor, its wings buzzing into the distance as it turns a corner.

Anontios quickly falls into step, walking beside Queen Chrysalis. Head held high, she stalks the halls with sturdy hoofsteps, escorting her new, proven deadly prize. The culmination of their efforts, a significant cost of their magics, and of the stolen artefacts. Obedient. Strong. Resilient. She would enjoy testing his limits. And, not just in the Arena...

She feels a hand rest on her back, between her wings. Chrysalis keeps her pace, but slowly looks to Anontios, raising an eyebrow. He stares forward, still.

Hm.

A reaction directly on cue with her thoughts, like something instinctive. This connection between them was starting to intrigue... was this from their twisted Element of Loyalty? An ill excitement tingles the twisted Queen, knowing she had much to discover with this new toy of theirs.

Sat upon her proper Throne, one of two, Nightmare Moon sits with head proudly raised, her mane and tail idly twisting through the air from under her sturdy, nightmarish armor.

The Castle of the Twin Queens had been refit to properly tribute both of their unique rules; gone were the works that depicted the Sisters, long torn down and demolished. The rooms decor partially split between the designs of the chitinous, black-tinged Changelings hives, and the more Vampiric, pointed and winged style of the Thestrals. Brilliant green tapestries spun by the Changelings, suits and swords forged by the Thestrals mantled along the walls. And a point of pride; the collection of stolen Canterlot Castle goods that had been added, that now lined the thrones hall; a constant reminder of the devastating blow they had pushed upon the Sisters.

The sight always brought a cruel, sharp smile to her lips. At the far end of the hall, the solid metal doors slowly groan open, as she begins her court duties. Reports on the border and of Canterlots faltering reaction would need to be heard. Concerns of their mixed dusk-bound citizens; though they'd merged well, there was still some cultural schism that needed to be managed between Changeling and Thestral. Relationships were encouraged, to promote balance and ensure the Changelings were fed.

The first of this Courts topics approached, an armored Changeling and Thestral pair holding several bundled scrolls. Likely the first of the reports from their tentative border with Ponyville.

As the first concerns were being heard, the Thestral bowing and approaching as it unfurls the report, Nightmare Moons mind... begins to wander. Deeply unusual. Moon is abhorantly efficient about her station. Normally, she could dutifully focus on the task, listening to report after report, concerns after questions; but Chrysalis and the Weapon keep wriggling into her mind. She was curious just what Chryssi was up to... without her. Likely unsupervised with the thing.

Probably something related to tongues.

She tsks, startling the Thestral mid report -- it drops the scroll, and starts to fervently apologize, scrambling to pick it up. Something about increased patrols.

She pays it little mind, leaning on the hoofrest of her throne, gaze idly drifting out the stained-glass windows, now refitted to boast her and Chryssi's debilitating images.

They'd never taken something into their relationship like this, before. The idea of introducing one of their subjects was far beneath them... and no creatures of equal, if there had even been any, would likely have caught their eye.

Well, until they resurrected this 'Anontios'. Chrysalis seemed far too excited to have the thing curled around her hoof... though, it had professed to Moon, first. Her chest puffs slightly in pride, until she remembers what exactly it had professed; promptly after kissing her. It kissed... very differently than Chrysalis. She preferred teasing, holding out... temptation. The Man... it was gentle. Perhaps some... odd leftover desire, imprinted from the Princess she'd been torn from. A thousand years meant the two had quite some time to mingle... and more of her behaviors had been twisted than the devious Nightmare Moon would care to admit.

Her proud chest-puff fizzles into a wistful, droning sigh.

This only seems to exasperate the poor Thestral, who now stutters horribly, on the verge of tears. Their Changeling counterpart winces, looking away.

She should wrap this Court up early today, she muses. Might need to remind Chryssi it isn't only her toy. Er -- weapon. Yes, weapon, Moon reassures herself.

To state that their room was oppulent would be an understatement. Located on the highest floor of the sharp spire that jutted into the sky, the Twin Queens shared a room with an impressive view.

High enough to look above the thick fog that hung over their land, in full sight of their forceful eternal dusk, a sizable circular room with a fully encircling balcony sat at its highest point. Stairs were hardly an issue, the winding spiral staircase leading up the spiral was made large enough for multiple creatures to fly up, or down its center; and since every Changeling and Thestral, Queens Included, bore wings, only one creature for use for the steps now.

Chrysalis watches with some bemusement, her insectid wings buzzing as she hovers in place. Anontios jogs up the staircase, taking several steps at a time, seeming to find no end to his stamina. Already a dozen stories up, and no sign of losing pace.

Originally, Queen Chrysalis had intended to float him up to their room, as tempting as making him walk would be... but realized she had immense difficulty grasping him with her magics. The magically-resistant tales of his hide were true, evidently; it was as if he absorbed her magics when they came into contact, getting a grasp on him like trying to tightly clench a wet bar of soap. So walking it was. Not that he seemed to mind.

She buzzes above, easily clearing several stories, landing softly as her hooves clacking on cold stone at the top of the staircase. Horn softly glowing, she pushes the solid wooden doors of her room open.

A truly massive bed, covered in a variety of blankets and pillows, most plundered, sat directly in the center, slightly raised off the ground. Thriving black-roots constitute most of it instead of a mattress, the hive-construction merging with the floor, as well as several pillars.

An impressive array of armaments and trophies lined the walls; as did several paintings done by Nightmare Moon, mostly depicting the night sky and night; though Chryssi's favorite sat directly behind the bed, a work of the Twin Queens standing atop a ruined Canterlot.

A tall, rounded ceiling grants it an impressively regal air, while several stone arches, braced with ornate wooden doors, lead to the outside balcony that fully rings around its structure, offering a Queens view.

Chrysalis hums softly, stopping beside the entrance. Each side of the door had its own mantle, dedicated to each Queen; her crown is gently floated off her own head, placed on the mantle. She wore much less regality than her other, Nightmare Moon, who bore full armor often. In recent weeks, though, she'd been going with less... perhaps getting comfortable. She did dress up for their ritual though, so perhaps she'd see that cozy side of her Moonie again soon.

As Anontios finally steps into the room, the collective buzzing of another three Changelings hover past, landing and trotting into a line, standing with heads bowed. Unlike the other Changelings who matched Chrysalis' Black and Green colors, their green fleshy bits bore a soft Gold, designating them as Nurse Drones, whose oral excretions had suitably potent regenerative properties. Considering Anontios' resilience to magic, non-magical means of tending his injures may be better. Though, if he had been deeply injured, they did have the underground recovery pods... though if he had been, it would not have bode well for his usefulness.

"Remove the covers, and attend to him on the bed." Queen Chrysalis commands. The drones quickly buzz into action, one carefully clearing the assorted blankets and pillows, revealing the darkened, black structure of the mattress, revealed to be some kind of hive construction. It was sturdy, but lightly spongy. More importantly, it cleaned easily.

"You." Chrysalis turns, placing a hoof against Anontios still-bleeding chest. "Lay down. While you are attended to... I will enact your punishment. You denoted your kill to but a single Queen; such insubordination will not be tolerated." She whispers, lips curling to reveal her fangs.

She shoves him with her hoof, to move him to the bed. He doesn't budge; its like pushing a wall made of firm meat.

Anontios leans, taking her hoof, still bloodied with his own blood, gingerly kissing it.
"As you wish, my Queen." He whispers; he places the hoof against himself again, but this time, steps back as pressure is applied.

Chrysalis' face is a mixture of several things. Did he just show off, then submit? That was --
Shit, that was kind of hot.

She pushes him onto the bed, climbing up after him as the Nurse Drones encircle.

Nightmare Moon slowly stalks towards the spire, to return to her room. The Court had gone quickly, most of the messengers on the verge of breakdown in fear of disappointing one of their Twin Queens. Beyond an increase in patrols along the border, their spies reported that recovery was a slow process for Canterlot, with their morale at an all-time low. The crippling of their Rainbow Dash and the theft of the Element of Loyalty had dispared the Elements, leaving them useless. And no return strike could be sent, busy repairing and recovering from their raid. By the time Canterlot was even standing back on one hoof, the Twin Queens would be ready to crush them for good, and bring about their eternal night -- and capitulation of Equestria. Her people were armed, fed, happy. Things were good.

She reaches the base of the spire, feathery wings spreading wide; she braces, launching upwards in a torrentous swoop, clearing numerous stories in an instant.

Her hooves clack as she meets the top floor, wings furling in again. Before she even reaches the door, she's begun undressing, the deep blue glow of her magics unceasing armor, sliding off her helmet, removing shoes mid-step.

She pushes the doors open, hovering her items onto her own mantle, eyeing that Chryssi's crown was on hers.

"You will be pleased to know that Canterlot still reels. We are in our prime element, Chryssi; we need only snap the fraying rope that Canterlot desperately clings... to..." Nightmare Moom starts, turning. She trails off to a confused silence, as she sees Chrysalis, the Man, and three Drones on their bed.

And the Humans dick in her girlfriends mouth.

"What the BUCK, CHRYSSI?!" Nightmare shouts, proud demeanor slipped away in a moment.

Anontios lay flat on his back, head supported by one of the Nurse Drones, being used like a pillow. The other two Nurse Drones were slowly working over his injuries, vomiting a gelatinous, Golden gel-like substance that they would then spread over the wounds.

More concerningly for Nightmare, however, was how Chrysalis was curled up between the Man's legs, her tongue idly snaking along his sizable length as she gingerly sucks on the tip. At Nightmares loud exclamation, there's a pop as Chryssi releases it; she kisses the tip, a long strand of saliva trailing between, before its licked away by Chrysalis' tongue, turning her head to look at Nightmare.

"My Cruelest Evening. Just some... rehabilitation." Queen Chrysalis purrs, giving her a playful look from behind her mane, obscuring one of her vivid, half-closed green eyes. The Nurse Drones had startled at the shout, but resumed their work after a short pause, assured they were not to be obliterated for some unforseen transgression. Most of Anontios injuries had coagulated, but now a fair amount of him looked like he'd been rubbed down in a red-stained honey.

The one being used as a pillow might be asleep, actually. It buzzes softly, eyes closed.

Nightmare Moon approaches the bed, the scowl still resting on her face, clearly expecting a good explanation.

Chrysalis softly pats a spot on the bed beside herself, though Nightmare pauses at the beds edge, still looking incredulously.

"After his... bout, with the Manticore, he dedicated the kill to you. And only you, my Darkest Night. I could hardly let such a slander to our conjoined rule go unpunished..." She starts, voice haughty.

"So you sucked his cock." Moon states bluntly. She sniffs the air -- and she's hit with a wave of potent scent that seeps through her nostrils.

"I see you figured out why another type of punishment wasn't distributed." Chrysalis hums, patting the bed again.

This time, Nightmare Moon finds herself climbing onto the chitinous, spongy mattress, laying beside Chrysalis. The Mans member twitches as she nears.

"I believe our attempt to... corrupt, the Element of Loyalty, was... flawed. We may have acted too quickly." Chrysalis continues, leaning to plant another kiss on the Mans tip.

Nightmare watches... glancing between Anontios and Chryssi. She wasn't as bothered as she thought she'd be. Why?
"...What do you mean? And why are your Drones..." She trails off, staring at the closest one.

Chrysalis giggles.
"I believe that, while he was made in tune with our desires, practically ingrained to our magics... something similar happened in turn to us, when he was bound. The Drones are as sensitive to smell as any Pony, any Thestral... and yet..."

Chrysalis slowly drags her tongue up the length of Anontios' dick, flicking the tip and watching it twitch in turn.
"Completely unaffected. You and I, however? Our bodies are as accepting to him as we are to each-other. I tried to get one of the Nurse Drones to service him, actually, as a test -- and he refused." She denotes, giving the Man a coy glare.

Nightmare Moon follows her gaze -- and finds Anontios watching her carefully. A soft, tender expression is on his face when he sees their eyes meet.
"...What? We don't understand. You're saying our rite backfired? He refuses our orders?"

"He is wholly, entirely, devoted to us. No other. He respects our denizens because they are ours. He has no attraction to any that is not us. I would not say our ritual failed, so to speak, my Moonie. More... we have accidentally tethered ourselves to a third, that would make no action against us." Chrysalis explains. That's about what she's figured in this short time, anyway -- no other explanation currently held ground on why she felt the need to treat this creature differently. Not quite a failure, but something they'd have to navigate carefully.

Nightmare Moon groans, her face hitting the mattress.
"Chryssi, are you telling us that we bound what is borderline an Incubus, but only to us, that can refuse our orders, if it believes it would not serve our greatest benefit?"

"...You know what? That is an apt description, Moonie. We may have bitten off more than we can chew with this one." Chrysalis whispers, leaning close to the still-hard member throbbed quietly. She traces its largest vein with a tongue, before kissing the tip.

Nightmare Moon sighs. She wanted to argue, to be upset at Chrysalis for messing up the Ritual, at this Man for drifting so far from what the scriptures had explained... until she found herself stepping over his leg, to lay down at his side. One of the Nurse Drones scuttles to get out of her way, continuing its work on his other side.

She felt one of his hands slowly trace along her neck, sending a shiver up Nightmares spine. The hand gently brushed the side of her face, his thumb stroking back and forth.

"...Very well." She tsks. Nightmare would tolerate this creature for the time being. Not like they had much of a choice, at the moment. He'd been a significant investment, and still had a part to play in the conquering of Equestria.

She leans down, hovering her lips near his ear.
"You are not to fuck Queen Chrysalis until I give the say so." She whispers -- loud enough that Chrysalis' eyes snap over, frowning. Nightmare grins. A bit of a leap, but better to put her hoof down before it has a chance.

"Of course, My Queen; the honor of first is reserved for you." Anontios whispers back, turning to gently kiss her snout.

Chrysalis giggles as Nightmares eyes shoot open wide in surprise, a blush taking her face.

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