Game of Thrones: Equestria

It was early in the morning as the ponies were going about their duties despite the looming threat of war that filled the air. At the ports, an airship docks from the Crystal Empire as ponies, caribou, and other creatures board or disembark from the large vehicle. Among the crowd, an unknown and never before seen creature with large crimson red wings walked off the plank and surveyed the port. After getting to know his new surroundings and spending a little time with Shining, Lock was given permission by Cadence to arrive in Canterlot to meet with the other council members in person as promised. Lock looked around the ports as he watched ponies and even some caribou walk around with each other, some glancing at Lock curiously.

Lock then began his trek to the castle, ignoring any stares he received as he pulled out a couple strange devices from his pocket. To any who saw what was in his hands they looked like a small thin brick that he tapped a few times and little white earrings that he put in her ears. After he tapped the strange brick a few times, he tucked it in his pocket and continued his walk while bobbing his head slightly. After about 10 more minutes of walking and ignoring any other stares he received, Lock finally made it to the gates where a stallion and stag guard were standing at attention. He sighed as he pulled the strange white earrings from his ears and put them in his pocket as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a scroll with the Crystal Empire’s insignia in the ribbon.

“Good evening gentlemen,” Lock said politely, gaining the guards attention.

"I am Dimitri Lockdrom, the human visitor, and I have an appointment with your rulers. I have with me a scroll written by both Princess Cadence and Captain/Prince Shining Armor to prove my business here,” He said handing the stallion guard the scroll.

The guards saw the official royal seal of Canterlot before unrolling it to read its contents. Both nodded after confirming its authenticity and proceeded to open the doors.

“The council room is just past the main hall. Take the door on the right and head straight down,” The stallion guard instructed as Lock made his way in. What he found completely stunned him.

In the main hall of the castle were stained glass portraits of the great war, each depicting the most epic battles but one in particular caught Lock’s eye. That of Dainn Stonehoof laying in a pool of his own blood with his head cleaved off his shoulders and standing above him was a young stag wielding a mighty claymore roaring in triumph.

“Well color me very impressed, the guy certainly deserves credit where credit is due,” Lock said to himself.

A few minutes of walking later and following the guard’s directions, Lock came up to a set of doors which meant he had arrived at his destination. Before he walked in he couldn’t help but feel a tad nervous since he would be meeting the rulers of this kingdom along with the king slayer himself in person.

“Come on Lock, they’re just like the ones in your reality plus a new face. Besides you already showed them you already mean no harm, right?” He said to himself.

Lock then reached out and slowly opened the doors and was met by a large table. At the table were the three Princesses, The King in the North, The Lord Regent Marshall, and beside Celestia and Luna were a couple of teenage ponies who starred at Lock curiously. The pegasus colt gazed at Lock’s large crimson red wings in awe as he walked in and he saw the unicorn filly stare at Lock with a certain interest. Lock could swear he saw an ever so faint blush from her but he brushed it off as his imagination. As Lock made his way closer to the royals, he cleared his throat as he stopped in front of them and bowed his head politely.

“Hello, your majesties, it is good to meet you all in person. Since we are officially meeting each other I would like to introduce myself again. I am Dimitri Lockdrom, the human visitor in your world,” Lock greeted them.

“Well met. I am Wulfric, Lord of the four clans and King in The North.” Wulfric replied, with a friendly wave.

“And I am Marshall; The Lord Regent of Equestria. These are my children.” Marshall said as the young ones stepped forward.

“My son Imperius and my daughter Selene.”

“Your children?” Lock inquired.

“But that would mean Celestia and Luna…”

“Yes, they’re both my loving wives,” Marshall said happily, hugging Luna and Celestia.

“I see,” Lock said, looking down at the young ponies.

“Hey there, it’s nice to meet you both.”

“You have cool wings!” Imperius smiled.

“Yes, they’re very…big,” Selene said with a small blush.

“Well thanks, I always try to keep them healthy and preened,” Lock nodded.

“Sorry we’re late!”

Lock looked over his shoulder to see Rainbow Dash and Applejack walk in with more young ones. One was a filly that had similar characteristics of Applejack and the other was a young buck who looked almost like Wulfirc, excluding his magenta eyes.

“We had to pick up Apple Jewel from the farm so she could meet ya,” Applejack said.

“It’s no worries,” Lock said as he turned to face the new arrivals.

“And who are these strapping young ones?”

“Meet my daughter Apple Jewel.” Wulfric said as he walked over to give his daughter a kiss on her forehead.

“And my son Beorn.” He said, catching his son in a headlock.

“Dad!” Beorn whined trying to get out.

“I see you’re very close,” Lock chuckled.

“But you might wanna brace yourself.”

“Why would I-”

SLAM!

Catching his father off guard, Beorn managed to break out of the headlock and grab Wulfirc’s arm and throw him to the ground. Wulfric just lied there, completely stunned as Rainbow and Applejack burst out laughing.

“Pfft hahahaha! He showed you babe!” Rainbow laughed.

“Taken down by my own son, how ironic,” Wulfirc said as he picked himself up.

“Well, he's certainly is a strong one,” Lock said as he raised his fist to the young buck.

“You got nice form, kid, make sure to keep your elbows up and your shoulders loose so you can send him flying next time.”

“Simmer down there partner. We don’t want him killing his own daddy now, do we?” Said Applejack as she nuzzled his cheek.

“Ma…” Beorn grumbled.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about some breakfast?” Luna suggested while clasping her hands.

The group nodded in agreement as they made their way to the courtyard where a good number of soldiers were in the midst of training. The squad was in the middle of practicing their swordplay and the human studied their technique.

“Hmm, not bad, could use some adjustments, but not bad,” Lock hummed.

“You know the way of the sword?” Marshall asked, perking Wulfric, Beorn, and Imperius’ attention.

“I do, but my style is a bit more unique,” Lock shrugged.

“How so?” Wulfric asked.

“I use three swords instead of just one or two.”

“Three? You must be joking.” Wulfric chuckled before noticing a line of troops being rushed to the medical wing of the castle.

“Poor rookies. They must’ve been through hell.”

Lock glanced at the injured troops and noticed their wounds. He’d seen them before many times, they were from battle.

“So what’s really going on in this world?” Lock questioned as they neared the dining room. “Those soldiers look almost dead.”

“It’s Blueblood.” Marshall answered bitterly.

“After Dainn was defeated and the Stonehooves driven out, he and most of the noble faction fled the kingdom. Now they have declared war on their own countrymen.”

“The fighting’s been going on for days. It seems to be a stalemate.” Wulfric added as they took their seats.

“Whatever territories we reclaim, we end up losing another.”

“That little fucker just doesn’t know when to quit, even in another Hell damn dimension,” Lock hissed as his fist clenched. Unintentionally, small embers flickered off his shoulders and wings.

“Let’s not talk of this for now. We got bellies to fill!” Marshall changed his tone to a more delightful one as he called for the servants to bring in a small feast.

“Please, enjoy.” Celestia said, offering him the first helping.

“Thanks,” Lock nodded, calming down. He served himself a plate full of pancakes and hashbrowns and started eating.

“My compliments to the chef, reminds me of the few times my platoon had breakfast like this during my service back in my home world.”

“You were in the army?” Marshall asked before taking a bite of some pancakes.

“Military, actually. Had a few tough battles too, before I ended up in my Equestria.”

As they continued to dine, the occasional messenger dropped by with reports for the royal family as well as the daily lessons for the children.

“Forgive me your highness but it’s time for your daughters piano lessons.” A butler told Luna who gave an approving nod and a goodbye kiss to her daughter's cheek.

“Bye daddy!” Selene said to her father as they waved goodbye to each other.

“Don’t fill up too much now boys, you got sparring practice today.” Advised Wulfric before taking a bite out of his hash brown.”

“But mom says food is fuel. Don’t put enough in the tank and your engine runs out!” Beorn smirked trying to sound like a wiseman as his mother grinned.

“That’s my boy!”

Lock chuckled as he paused his eating and took off his jacket and draped it on his chair. All the royals then noticed the tribal markings along his forearms and under his shirt. None had ever seen such markings before, and for some reason, they had a sinister look about them.

“Woah…what’s with those markings?” Beorn asked, making Lock look to the buck and then his arms.

“That’s quite the interesting cutie mark, Mr. Lockdrom,” Celestia said.

“They look badass,” Rainbow commented.

“Hate to break it to you all, but they aren’t cutie marks,” Lock said as he sipped his coffee.

“What are they then?” Marshall wondered.

“They’re brands,” Lock replied. “Burned into my skin and serve as a reminder of my title.”

“And…what title is that?” Wulfric wondered warily while taking a sip of apple juice.

“The Devil’s Hand.”

Wulfric sputtered his drink the moment he heard the title while the others looked on in surprise.

“You, COUGH!!, you mean you serve a demon?!?”

“Yep, the king of demons and ruler of the Inferno,” Lock added.

“It was necessary, I ate the Devil’s fruit and gained the abilities of the Devil himself. Such abilities include my wings and these flames I can conjure.”

Lock raised his hand and snapped his fingers. His hand was then engulfed in flames yet Dimitri looked unaffected. Wulfric growled and reached behind his back and drew his claymore as he stood up and pointed it at Lock.

“Wulfric?!” Marshall snapped.

“Daddy, what’re you doing?!” Apple Jewel yelped.

“Hun, put the sword away!” Applejack pleaded.

“Sorry dear, but there is a bonafide DEMON in the room!!” Wulfric argued as Lock sighed, raising his hands.

“Let’s just take a moment to calm down. I thought we agreed I wasn’t a threat.”

“NOT A THREAT?!” Wulfric barked.

“You literally serve the Devil himself! If anything, you’re putting all of us at risk by just sitting there! And to think, you seemed like a decent man!”

Lock stared at the king of the north then slowly stood up and approached him. Wulfric kept his sword pointed at him and stood before him.

“If you’re so sure I’m a threat, then do it,” Lock said, leaning into Wulfric’s sword as the tip poked his neck.

“All it takes is a thrust through my heart and I’m dead. You’ll not only be a king slayer, but a demon slayer as well.” Lock leaned more into his sword, causing the tip to pierce his flesh a little and drew blood.

“I’m not your enemy, Wulfric Warborn, I’d rather die than harm any who don't deserve it. If anything, I respect you both as a warrior and a man and trust you to do what you believe is right for both your people and family.”

“Wulfric please, don’t be so foolish!” Celestia pleaded.

“Dad, come on this isn’t funny anymore!” Beorn said.

“You as well, Lock, stand down!” Marshall shouted.

“You’re the one holding the sword, Wulfric,” Lock said.

Wulfric stared into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity and could already tell this was a man who had faced death many times over and was willing to do so again. Wulfric slowly withdrew his sword from Lock’s neck and saw the wound heal almost instantly.

“Well, it seems we were right about you after all.” The king said while sheathing his sword.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the tension died down and they resumed their breakfast before heading to the courtyard.

“Jeez, you really know how to make a pony worry,” Marshall sighed.

“What can I say, I risk my life for a living,” Lock shrugged.

“Just so you know, I was about 3 seconds from cutting off your head,” Wulfric said.

“But now I know that if I did, I’d regret it.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Lock groaned.

“Mr. Lockdrom?” Luna said.

“Just Lock is fine, Princess.”

“Very well, Lock, I am curious about what you said earlier on about your swordsmanship. You said you use three swords, but how is that possible?”

“Hmm, I’ll be right back,” Lock smirked before heading towards the soldiers changing quarters.

“Where’s he off to?” Applejack wondered.

“No idea,” Rainbow shrugged.

“Hey Beorn, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned under Marshall’s teachings?” Shouted Wulfric to his son.

“Uhh...now?” Beorn asked before being given a training sword.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you did,” Marshall smiled. He then turned to the troops still training and cleared his throat.

“ATTENTION!!”

The troops all scrambled in front of the lord regent and royals and saluted all at once and stood at attention.

“You boys are in for a treat. We’re gonna have a little sparring match.” Marshall grinned and began pacing in front of the troops.

“As you all know, we have these matches to see how far each of you has gone in your skills but things have gotten dull. So instead of sparring with each other, we’re gonna have one of our top recruits fight a guest of their majesties.”

The announcement made all the recruits begin to murmur amongst themselves.

“A guest?”

“Who could it be?”

“A visitor from another kingdom?”

“Hey, anypony see that guy go to the barracks?”

“ZIP IT!” Marshall snapped, making them all shut up.

“Now, I’m told that this guest of the royals is a seasoned warrior with skill. So as this spar commences, I want you all to pay attention and take notes! This might be a match to remember.”

Beorn stood at one side of the field as the group waited for Lock. Five minutes passed and some were beginning to wonder where he was.

“Where is Lock?” Rainbow wondered.

“I wanna see my boy kick his flank!”

“Sorry I’m late, folks.”

“It’s about time! Now get your sorry flank and…and…aaaannnnd~?”

“Oh momma~.” Applejack purred.

Lock walked out with three practice swords in his grip as he cracked his neck. Only as he did, there was something different about him that made every female, excluding Celestia and Luna, gawk at the human. Lock was barefoot and had on only a pair of athletic shorts he had borrowed from the changing rooms. Meanwhile his exposed torso was on display as he walked to the other side of the field in front of Beorn. Like before, no one had ever imagined Lock would be this physically fit and his body spoke volumes.

“So, you wanted to know how I fight,” Lock said as held his practice swords. He then brought the third one up to his mouth and clenched his jaw on the handle.

“Well, here’s how you’re gonna find out.”

“Uh…Applejack?” Rainbow whispered to the farm mare.

“You’re seeing what I’m seeing, right?”

“Eeyup~.”

“Okay, good, just checking.”

Beorn was caught off guard by this unusual technique but prepared himself for battle as he took a standard sword stance with the other recruits watching.

“Think Beorn can beat this guy?”

“He’s already got ten wins under his belt. He’s got this.”

Marshall raised his hand, ready to give the signal as both combatants prepared to duel.

“READY?” The lord regent shouted while making sure both sides were ready.

“BEGIN!!”

Beorn was the first to attack as he went for an upward slash that was easily blocked and narrowly dodged the sword in Lock’s mouth before being kicked back.

“Had that been a real sword, my head would’ve been cut off!” The prince said while wiping the sweat off his brow.

“What the hay?! How’d he do that?!”

“He actually is able to use the sword in his mouth?!”

“Wow, he really can fight with three swords,” Marshall hummed.

“That’s a first, huh Wulfric?”

“Yes. It usually takes a lot more to make my boy back off.”

Both lords immediately returned their attention to the match as Lock went on the offensive and began a rapid succession of attacks.

“He’s driving back the prince!”

“Impossible!!”

Beorn’s eyes were rapidly darting around as he tried to deflect each of Lock’s attacks. He’d fought against foes who wielded two swords before, but this was the first time he’d ever faced someone who was able to wield three.

“Let’s see how you handle this!” Lock said as he backflipped. He then bent down into a lunging position and crossed his arms to the side. The hairs on the back of Beorn’s neck shot straight up as if a warning that something big was coming and he prepared to deflect whatever it was.

“Three sword style: Demon Slash!”

Lock shot forward towards the young prince with his swords as Beorn tried to raise his sword in time to deflect the attack. In a flash, Lock passed by Beorn with a swing of all three swords and his arms spread out wide. There was a brief pause until Lock smirked and stood up straight.

“Well, well,” Lock said, looking over his shoulder.

“Those are some sharp eyes you got, managing to block at the very last moment.”

Beorn’s arms were tingling all over as he grit his teeth as tight as he could. How he was able to deflect such a vicious attack, not even he could provide an answer.

“Holy crap! What the buck did he just do?!”

“All I heard was a loud clang, did he hit him?!”

“You still good to go?” Lock wondered.

“Grrrr, KEEP FIGHTING!!” Beorn shouted with a faint red glow in his eyes that caught his fathers attention.

“That’s the spirit kid!” Lock applauded the young stag for his bravery as they prepared to go again.

As Beorn charged at Lock, the human noticed a change in attitude in his demeanor and his eyes looked more sinister. When Lock went to block Beorn’s strike, the force made him grunt since it felt heavier than usual.

That’s weird, what got into him? Lock wondered.

Beorn swiped his sword sideways, making Lock jump in the air and swing his leg to the side and kick Beorn in his ribs. The young Buck staggered from the force and fell to his knee as he wheezed and growled in his rising anger.

“Almost had me there, but you-”

“RRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”

“The hell?”

“Stop the match! NOW!!” Wulfric shouted as jumped between them and began to hold back his son.

“Easy son! Easy!!”

“AAAARRRGGGH!!”

“SON!! IT’S ME!!”

Beorn struggled for a moment until he finally saw his fathers face and began to calm down.

“D-dad?” He panted, starting to feel the fatigue catch up to him.

“What happened?”

“It’s alright now son. Rainbow, take him inside and have the nurses look at him.”

Rainbow nodded and quickly escorted her son to the medical bay. She looked over her shoulder to Lock and gave him an apologetic look before leaving everyone’s sight.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Lock said as he removed the sword in his mouth.

“Care to explain why he went berserk?”

“What’s there to explain? He’s a berserker. Battle born.” Wulfric replied while Marshall ordered the recruits to resume training.

“This is his second episode in the past few months”. The king sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Lock. Did you happen to notice a large scar on Rainbow’s stomach when we met?”

Lock pondered his question before recalling Rainbow’s attire from the holo crystal call. Rainbow was wearing casual clothes and her stomach was exposed and he could’ve sworn he saw something a bit darker under her fur.

“Now that you mention it…” Lock hummed.

“I did that.” Wulfric admitted, catching him by surprise.

“We were attacked by bandits and she was almost killed along with the baby so in her most desperate hour of need…..she begged me to cut her open in order to save our child. Beorn survived, thank the Allfather but…in exchange she can no longer bare children.”

“Damn…I had no idea,” Lock sighed.

“But she’s alive and well, along with Beorn, and that’s all that matters,” Wulfric smiled as Applejack hugged him from behind.

Lock walked away back to the changing room to shower and put his clothes back on. All the while, the mere thought of Rainbow going through such an ordeal waned on his heart since the Rainbow from his world was just as energetic and spirited as this one. But this Rainbow had experienced the tortures of the Stonehooves first hand and probably still suffers from it. Lock was glad she and Applejack were able to find a fine man such as Wulfric and wanted to ensure she wouldn’t go through something so terrible again. Lock them got an idea, which was a long shot due to his weakened powers, but would be worth it since he wanted to help any way he could. Lock then exited the changing room and approached Wulfric and Applejack with a serious expression.

“Wulfric, Applejack, follow me. Celestia, Luna, thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious,” Lock said as he walked past the royals.

“Wait a second. Lock what’re you up to?” Wulfric asked with Applejack following close.

Lock didn’t answer as he led them to the medical bay. Once they arrived, they saw Rainbow sitting by Beorn and the poor buck looked depressed as he sat on the bed.

“Come on, big guy, it wasn’t your fault,” Rainbow consoled.

“But mom I went crazy again! You saw what I did to those bandits, what if I end up doing something worse?!?” Beorn shouted before his mother hugged him tight.

“Shhh. Don’t talk like that. You’re my sweet baby boy and I love you, never forget that.”

“Thanks mom,” Beorn sighed.

“I hope we’re not interrupting,” Lock said as he and the others walked in the room.

“Oh, hey everypony, what’re you guys doing here?” Rainbow wondered.

“I have something extremely important to discuss with you about,” Lock said as he grabbed a stool and sat in front of Rainbow.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Wulfric told me about…that,” Lock said, glancing down at Rainbow’s stomach under her shirt.

“Did he now?” Rainbow said, eyeing Wulfric.

“And…well, I think I might be able to help.”

Rainbow sighed in annoyance as she had heard this many times before. All over Equestria and beyond, she went around looking for doctors who could fix her condition but each one ended in the same result of her not being able to carry children.

“Look, you’re a sweet guy Lock but nobody can fix this. Doc said surgeries wouldn’t help.”

“Rainbow,” Lock said, grabbing her hand and held it between them.

“Do I look like a smart ass doctor? No, I’m something more. In my world, mares like yourself suffered the same fate when Dainn forced his War Beasts to breed with them to give birth to more War Beast offspring. They all believed they would never be mothers again, but I helped them believe otherwise. I want to help you and I can help you, if you’ll let me.”

Rainbow wanted to say no but the look in his eyes proved he wasn’t going to give up and she relented, allowing him to try and fix her.

“Fine, knock yourself out,” Rainbow said.

“Thank you, now please lift your shirt up.”

“EXCUSE ME?!?” She shrieked with her cheeks turning pink.

“Not like that!” Lock shouted, earning a laugh from the others.

Rainbow lifted her shirt just enough to reveal her torso and Lock could clearly see the scar Wulfric mentioned but what astounded him most was how it stretched across her belly. A wound that large would normally kill someone.

“Why don’t you just slice her in half while you’re at it?” Lock deadpanned to Wulfric.

“It’s as you said, a fucking miracle she lives to this day.”

“It was an emergency!” Wulfric argued.

“I know, but still,” Lock grumbled.

“I’m gonna touch you now, is that ok?”

“Nothing above the breasts, clear?”

“Crystal,” Lock said as he reached out and pressed his hands on Rainbow’s stomach.

The mare gasped at his touch since this was the first time she’d been touched by bare skin. His hands felt large and rough, yet calm and gentle which soothed her somewhat. He glided his hands along her stomach, which made her blush but Lock kept to his examination. His hands rubbed against the scar as they circled around her waist and on her back.

“You mind if I listen to your heartbeat?”

“Uh, sure?”

Lock nodded and proceeded to press the side of his head against Rainbow’s chest and closed his eyes. He could hear her heart thumping perfectly and even felt her pulse before returning his attention to the scar.

“Well things seem to be normal.”

“Is that it?” Rainbow asked.

“No, now the real leap of faith,” Lock said as he held his hands out. He closed his eyes and focused his power in his hands. In the palms of his hands, small embers then flickered on them which made everyone in the room gaze at them in awe. Lock then was about to press his hands on Rainbow’s stomach, but she shied away thinking he was gonna burn her.

“Rainbow, look at me,” Lock said. Rainbow looked up at and gazed into his steel grey eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

Rainbow nodded as she braced herself but thankfully, Wulfric smiled and held her hand as Lock continued his strange treatment. Lock slowly and gently pressed his inflamed hands on Rainbow’s stomach, making her flinch on contact but almost immediately relax at the sudden soothing feeling that washed over her. Lock continued to press into Rainbow’s stomach and focused his power, but soon began gritting his teeth and grunted a little.

“Lock?” Wulfric said.

“Just…a little…more,” Lock strained.

His body shook as he did not relent on whatever he was doing. Soon he ceased his actions and the flames snuffed out from his hands. Before anyone could say anything, Lock slumped over and fell on his back with a loud thump.

“Lock!” Applejack yelped as she helped him up and to her surprise, he was smiling.

“Ha…ha…ha ha…” he laughed between his wheezed breathing.

“What’s so funny?” Beorn asked. Lock responded by pointing a shaky finger at Rainbow’s stomach.

“I…told you…” Lock wheezed as Rainbow and Wulfric looked down.

“I…always…keep my…promises…”

All looked to see the scar had completely vanished as if it never happened. At first there was silence but then Rainbow began to tear up and gave a loving smile to her husband who was also shedding tears of joy.

“Does this mean…” Wulfric hesitated to ask.

“Yep…” Lock smiled as he stood back up and exhaled.

“The internal organs that were damaged within Rainbow’s birth canal, along with her uterus, and any other organ have been completely restored. Though it took a hell of a lot out of me, it’s safe to say that now you can choose to have as many more children as you want. That is to say, depending on-mmf!”

Lock was cut off when a blue blur crashed into him and his eyes widened in disbelief. Rainbow had wrapped her arms around Lock’s neck and kissed him with happy tears streaming down her cheeks. To say Lock was surprised would be considered an understatement, but Wulfric and Applejack just smiled approvingly at the display. When Rainbow separated from Lock’s lips, she cupped his cheek at the still surprised human.

“I…you…wha…?”

“That leaves: who, where, when and why.” Applejack joked before Rainbow pounced on Wulfric next.

“Thank you, my friend. I promise to repay this debt.” The king said before carrying Rainbow bridal style.

“I love you.”

“Love you more stud.” She giggled as they kissed and she whispered something into his ear.

“Uh huh…really?…ahh I see.”

“You know you wanna~.” Rainbow cooed.

“That and more, my sexy pegasus,” Wulfric smirked before he walked out of the room.

“Wait fer me, you two!” Applejack called out. “Oh! Before I forget, Lock?”

“Yeah…?”

Applejack smiled and leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, making his eyes widen more.

“Uuuhhh…”

“We have an open marriage.” The farm mare winked before walking off with a sway in her hips.

“Wait…OPEN?!”

“Ha! I guess welcome to the family, UNCLE Lock!” Beorn chirped.

Lock could only stand there shocked for a moment before he slumped into a nearby chair and held his head.

“For fuck’s sake…what have I gotten myself into?” Lock mumbled quietly. “What would they say if they saw me now?”

As Lock sat there scratching his head, a group of colts came strolling into the medical wing and from their training attire, they were part of the noble faction still loyal to Celestia.

“Well well. The beast has risen.” Their leader teased Beorn with a smug grin.

“Who the buck are you clowns?” Beorn scoffed.

“I am Top Notch. Son of Jet Set and Upper Crust.”

“You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me,” Beorn deadpanned, making the bully annoyed.

“Oh! How dare you, you northern savage!!”

“Call me a savage again, and I’ll come over there and shove my antlers up your ass and parade you around the streets like the little whiny bitch you are!”

Things were starting to get heated between the two until Marshall intervened at the last second.

“Alright boys, save it for tonight’s wilderness exercise.”

“Ha! I hope you get mauled by timber wolves,” Top Notch chuckled as he left, before feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Lock had stood up and was glaring down at the snobbish colt.

“Hey Marshall, this wilderness exercise, can anyone join?” Lock asked.

“Why yes, they can,” Marshall replied.

“Did I hear Top Notch, you said your name was, say that he’d be more than willing to join everyone in the exercise?”

“Wha? I never-!”

“Excellent!” Marshall said enthusiastically.

“I’ll add him to the list.”

Both men secretly fist bumped as they passed by each other while Top stood there completely dumbfounded and Beorn laid in bed, snoring away.

“This...I…my father will hear about this!!”

Marshall stopped dead in his tracks the second he heard those words and gave an icy glare to the group.

“Is that a threat?” He hissed, marching over while Top and his group made for the exit.

“IS THAT A THREAT?!?” He yelled while chasing them out.

“I COULD TELL STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WOULD CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!!! IT DOESN’T END HERE!!!”

“Woah, woah! Easy there Marshall!” Lock called out, grabbing his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to chew him out during tonight’s exercise.”

“Young rich punks.” Marshall grunted while fixing himself up.

“You won’t catch my boy acting like that.”

“Yeah, I could tell he’s not,” Lock agreed as they walked away together. “After all, his mother is Celestia.”

Elsewhere

On the outskirts of the city, a campsite, hidden in the wooded area sat with dozens of bandits. Each were armed to the teeth and some were in their tents with unfortunate mares and as they were busy raping them. From the trees, a lone hooded stranger emerged in sight of the camp, making the scouts perk up.

“Halt! Who goes there?!” One of the scouts demanded.

The stranger said nothing as he reached into his cloak and pulled out an item with a sigil on it. The bandits recognized it as Blueblood’s sigil and nodded, letting the stranger through. In the center of the camp sat the leader of the group who was forcing a mare to ride him in front of everyone. The poor mare had tears streaming down her face as the leader leaned back with a pleasurable smirk stretched across his muzzle.

“Hey bitch, I’m gonna blow soon so make sure you keep it inside,” the leader scoffed.

“N-No! Please! I-I’m in heat f-from that drug you gave me! I-I’ll get pregnant!” The mare begged.

“Does it look like I give a buck? Raise the bastard yourself, so long as I get to cum inside you. Unless you want me to put your innards on display?” The leader threatened, brandishing a knife.

The mare weeped as she continued to ride the leaders dick. As pressure built up within the leader’s crotch, he grabbed the mare’s shoulders and forced her down as he came into her womb. The mare cried helplessly as his sperm assaulted her fertile egg and she was impregnated with his bastard.

“Ah, that felt bucking great,” the leader chortled, shoving her off him. “Somepony go clean her off, or don’t, I don’t care what anypony does to that whore anyway.” As the other soldiers dragged the mare away to either be raped again or actually cleaned off, the hooded stranger approached the leader as he wiped his sick and zipped his fly up. “Hm? Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

The stranger reached into his cloak again and held out a letter. The leader snatched the letter and opened it to read the contents. Once he read it all, he smirked evilly and tossed the letter in the fire.

“Boys! Mount up! Tonight, we’re going hunting!”

End.