In the coming days, “Celestia” and Thorax proposed a treaty that involved the vassalization of Equestria to the Changeling Hive, with Thorax replacing Celestia as head of state and the royal sisters taking a long vacation to an undisclosed location. The royal parliament balked at the notion, but after a night of changeling ‘entertainment’, they voted unanimously for it. The citizens’ daily lives didn’t change immediat

    
“Well, how are we going to explain this to the guards?” Thorax said absentmindedly.


    
“Oh, I’m certain you’ll find a way,” Luna replied.


    
“Well, I suppose that ends negotiations, at least for today,” Thorax said, getting up off of the former ruler&

    
The pair returned to the negotiating room, where Celestia sat on her sofa reviewing what she and Thorax had agreed to. She gave them a nod of acknowledgement before shuffling her papers off to the side.


    
“Ah, Luna, King Thorax, please come in,” Celestia said, gesturing to their old seats. “I trust that you two had a good luncheon together.”

    
“…So I’m thinking of inviting King Thorax over for a diplomatic visit,” Celestia said as she swallowed a strawberry coated in whip cream.


    
Princess Luna nearly choked on her breakfast, but maintained a steady composure. “I suppose it would be nice. Praytell, what prompted you to make this decision?”

Princess Luna continued to visit Thorax’s dreams with increasing frequency. Whereas she used to be content with a visit once per month, they had steadily become once every few weeks, then once per week, then once every few days, until finally she was visiting his dreams every single night to cap off her duties. The dreams themselves were often different; sometimes Thorax would consume Luna just as he did that first night, sometimes Luna would be ‘prepared’ first by changeling s

And endless corridor of doors stood before Princess Luna. It was something that greeted her every night when she bravely ventured into the Dreamscape, and its initial grandeur had grown somewhat mundane for her. However, she wouldn’t be entering any of the doors that stood before her tonight. No, tonight she’d be making a special trip. With a flick of her horn, her astral projection zoomed along the endless corridor, with the doors becoming more and more sparse as her mind ventur