Choose Wisely, Captain (Patreon)

The takeover was swift, and it was brutal. Who really had a chance of standing against the Two Sisters, in forms that were unconcerned about collateral damage, who wouldn't hold back their power? The old Royal Guard was disbanded. In a sense. Its members have a new cause, feeding their Queens, reduced to squirming bulges in those otherwise taut bodies, their limbs slipping and sliding over each other as they gasp and tingle away. Only one is left. Hauled up, made to stare into the hungry maws. Made to choose which one is their destiny. I wonder which it might be...