Game of Thrones: Equestria

Two weeks have gone by since the royal meeting. Celestia had her scholars search the archives for anything they could find about the Valyrian ore and the Frost Wyrm nest. So far, there were no records recovered as of yet but the scholars still searched nonetheless. Wulfric and his family were in better spirits since the royal meeting, especially since Applejack helped Lock feel better since his encounter with Lucifer and his ludacris demands. As the weeks passed, the Princesses, Queen Chrysalis, and Queen Antoinette have been spending time together so that they may discuss future battle plans. Now that the engagement between Beorn and Crysta was set in motion, Chrysalis had agreed to aid Equestria as she and her Changelings had during the Great War. As for the Queen of Prance, she was more focused on securing her crown. Not because it was all she cared about, but because she wanted what was best for her people and for the sake of her alliance with Equestria. Antoinette, however, has been devising a plan to prepare herself when the day comes that she summons Lock to her chambers. Needless to say, the human was arguably the key piece to securing Equestria’s alliance with Prance against Blueblood.

Today was a day like any other as the citizens of Canterlot were going about their daily business. Walking down the streets were a pair that most saw to be unexpected. Prince Beorn was walking hand in hand with the young changeling princess, Crysta. The two, as they said they would, had begun to grow fond of each other over time and were now comfortable to walk out in public together without Wulfric shadowing them. The two were on their way to a local tavern so they could enjoy a midday snack.

“So how has your day been today, Crysta?” Beorn asked the young Changeling princess.

“It’s been quite lovely. I’ve never seen so many creatures in one place!” She beamed, looking at the busy streets when she spotted their destination.

“Oh there it is! The Sky High Tavern! I heard the food there is great.”

“I hope so. I’m gettin’ hungry.”

As the young couple neared the entrance a loud voice came from inside followed by the distinct sound of a fist breaking someone’s face.

“HANDS OFF ASSHOLE!!”

WHAPPACK!!

A female voice shouted as a patron was sent flying into the streets. A fiery haired Pegasus mare in an apron and jeans stomped out the door looking more pissed than a hydra on a Monday. She dragged a stag out by his collar and threw him across the street and into a wheelbarrow full of hay.

“GRR WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” She screamed before turning around and began patting her flank.

“My ass is for show! The only one who gets to grab and smack it is my husband! You got that creep?!?”

“Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The stag yelped and scrambled away, holding his nose.

The mare huffed through her nostrils and went to turn back to the tavern. Her eyes then caught sight of the young couple and her mood changed almost instantly.

“Well lookie what the sun dragged in!” The mare chirped with a wide grin as she approached them.

“If it ain’t Dash’s kid! How’re you doing sport?!”

“Hey aunt Spitfire.” Beorn waved hello to his adoptive aunt.

“Look at you! Every time I see those eyes of yours, I see Rainbow all the time.” Spitfire looked to Crysta and arched a brow.

“Who’s this? New marefriend? You little sly dog, like father like son, eh?”

“Uh this is Crysta. She’s a friend-JUST a friend!!” Beorn blushed while his aunt gave a wolfish grin.

“Well you’re in luck. New arrivals get a discount on their first meal.”

As the doors opened, they two were greeted by music and laughter along with the delicious aroma of food in the air.

“Welcome to Sky High Tavern!”

“Hey Spitz! Did ya have to slug the guy that hard?!” One stallion called out jokingly.

“Hey, he laid his hands on the goods! That comes with a penalty!” Spitfire winked back with a flick of her tale that made the other customers whoop and cheer.

“Soarin! Table for two!” She shouted to the counter, holding up two fingers.

From the back of the tavern came a stallion wearing a white T-shirt, apron, and black jeans. His fur was light cyan blue and his mane and tail were dark blue. When he saw Beorn and Crysta, he smiled and walked over to them.

“Hey, hey! How’s it going little bro?” Soarin said.

“Hi uncle Soarin,” Beorn smiled.

“So Spitz, heard you bashed in another customer?” Soarin chided, wrapping his arm around Spitfire’s waist.

“What can I say, he put his hand on this piece of ass that is only reserved for you~,” Spitfire teased as she pecked him on the cheek.

“Heh, yeah, why don’t you go upstairs and check on our daughter and I’ll go get these two a table?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s almost time to feed her anyway,” Spitfire said.

As she left, Soarin led the couple to a table near a window and sat them down. He then pulled out a notepad and pen and prepared to write down their order.

“Alright you two, what can I get you?” Soarin asked.

Both opened their menus and began scrolling through the list of appetizers and other entrees before finally coming to a decision.

“I’d like the Canterlot Salad platter please.” Said Crysta.

“I’ll take the veggie burger and fries!” Beorn smiled as Soarin gave a big thumbs up and headed straight for the kitchen. The two looked around and saw many different creatures coming in and going out of the tavern with most of the customers being easily recognized as Wonderbolts thanks to their signature jackets.

“This place is amazing!” Crysta smiled while looking at the various portraits that decorated the taverns walls.

“Yup. My aunt and uncle built this place after the war, they wanted a place where they and others like them could come to unwind. Plus they needed the extra bits.”

“For what?”

The two then noticed Spitfire returning from upstairs with a little filly in her arms that made the changeling princess squeal with delight.

“Everypony, meet little Twister Winds.” Spitfire smiled as the little foal giggled and squirmed in her arms.

“Ohh why hello, little one!” Crysta chirped at the little foal.

“Yep, this little girl is Soarin’s and my pride and joy,” Spitfire said as she leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Um, may I hold her?” Crysta asked politely.

Twister had taken an immediate liking to her and held out her arms to be carried.

“Whoa watch it Spitz, that girl might gobble her up!” A wonderbolt joked as they watched the two snuggled.

“Oh how could somepony ever gobble up this little cutie pie? A goo goo goo goo!!” The princess cooed while nuzzling little Twister.

“Order up!” Soarin shouted, coming in with two full platters.

“Aw yeah! Soup’s on!” Beorn cheered as he was about to stuff his face.

“Beorn, I’m sure your moms taught you proper manners when eating?” Spitfire said, arching a brow as she was handed back her daughter.

“Er right…sorry auntie.” Beorn grinned before carefully taking a bite out of his burger. The taste sent him on a one way trip to flavor heaven as the juices coated his tongue and the scent of the warm buns filled his nostrils.

“Oh boy!”

“Heh. Best burgers this side of Equestria.” Soarin boasted while Crysta enjoyed her salad.

“Enjoy, you two!” Soarin said as he went to turn and walk away, when suddenly.

“HELP! THE WAR BEASTS! THE WAR BEASTS ARE COMING!”

From the entrance, a Pegasus stallion burst through the doors and was in a state of pure panic. Soarin was quick to act as he and a couple other customers ran up and grabbed hold of the stallion.

“Heavy Flap! Calm down!” Soarin barked.

“THE WAR BEASTS! THEY’RE GONNA KILL US ALL!”

“There’s no war beasts, Heavy Flap! It’s over! The war is over!”

The stallion looked around frantically and soon began to calm down. He then looked up at Soarin who stared back at him.

“You’re home, Heavy, you’re home.”

As Heavy Flap calmed down, Soarin took him straight to the bar for a stiff drink with the help of some of the other Wonderbolts before the customers resumed their meals and began to chatter amongst themselves.

“What’s his deal?” Asked one of the customers to his friend.

“That’s Heavy Flap. He was part of a squad that was tasked with slaying warbeasts during the war. Lost half his team just to bring down one…”

“Poor bastard…”

“Has this been happening a lot, auntie?” Beorn asked as he ate. Spitfire sighed as she calmed Twister down from crying and nodded.

“Ever since Blueblood started his little spat. Guys like Heavy have been getting flashbacks from the great war. Most of us were able to move forward after those days, but some of us weren’t so lucky.”

“How awful…” Crysta sighed as she ate sadly.

“I wish there was a way to help these creatures still battling with their inner demons.”

Beorn nodded in agreement as they ate. The young prince and changeling princess continued their meal as Spitfire left them. Beorn glanced over at the bar and saw the stallion from before being comforted by his friends, but then got an idea of sorts.

“Maybe…maybe my uncle might be able to help?”

“Your uncle?” Crysta repeated. “How?”

“Well he’s always talking with my dad about war stuff and battles, he might know of a way to help people like Heavy Flap face whatever he’s dealing with.”

“You think he would know how to help?”

“It’s worth a shot, but for now let’s enjoy our meals. I mean, it is a date after all,” Beorn said with a wink.

Crysta blushed at his statement and even smiled as she took another bite when out of nowhere came several young stallions making their way towards the bar and seating themselves wherever they felt like.

“Yo bartender! Gimme something to drink!” One of them shouted while slamming the counter.

Soarin walked around the bar and gave the stallions a stink eye.

“Opal Hoof, I thought my wife and I made it clear that you and your boys are no good in our tavern?” Soarin grumbled.

“Last time, you stallions made so much of a mess, we had to stay closed for a whole day.”

“Not my fault some old farts can’t take a joke.” Opal smirked.

“I mean, why allow a bunch of old fossils into a place like this at all?” He asked, eyeballing one of the tavern maids.

“Though, I get why they come here.”

“Get your mind outta the gutter. This is a place for veterans to rest and feel calm, not one of those sleezy strip clubs you go to get some tail.” Soarin hissed at the young stallion.

“Relax, Soarin, my boys and I are just here for a drink. And besides, my daddy was a vet too so I can be here as much as anypony else.”

“Whatever, I’ll serve you, but if you cause any more trouble, I’m putting your faces on the front window and banning you for life.”

Soarin served them their drinks and stormed back into the kitchen while Opal and his gang sat down and looked around the tavern for new faces.

“This place is a dump.” One of them said while taking a sip.

“I know, right? Opal, couldn’t you have picked a better place to get loaded?”

“Aw shut it, I only brought you guys here because I wanted to show you the hot piece of ass that’s Soarin’s wife,” Opal barked as he took a swig. His eyes then trailed to where Beorn and Crysta were sitting and smirked as his eye caught the sight of the changeling princess.

“Dude, she broke your hand last time.” One said as he continued to stare.

“Check her out…” Opal said in a daze.

“Woah…” one of them said as they gawked at Crysta.

“Now that’s a lady!”

“Check out that rack, she’s got it going on~.”

“That ass of hers is nice too, wonder how she likes it in bed?”

“Check out who she’s with.” Another pointed to Beorn who had just finished his burger.

“Hey, ain’t that Beorn Warborn?”

“Oh yeah, it is!”

“How’d a brat like him end up with a babe like her?”

“I don’t know,” Opal said as he downed the rest of his drink.

“But how about we find out?”

The group nodded and left the bar and approached Beorn and Crysta’s table. Some with lustful grins while others fixed their manes to look presentable. Opal, however, had one thing on his mind: to get this girl in bed with him.

“Did you enjoy your meal, Crysta?” Beorn asked.

“It was delicious.” She smiled when the group surrounded their table.

“Looky here boys. A young couple out on a date.” Opal teased as they chuckled.

“Can we help you gentlemen?” Crysta said calmly as Beorn glared at them slightly.

“That depends, are you having a fun time right now?” Opal wondered.

“Because if not, you can ditch this kid and hang out with some real stallions like us.”

“I’ll pass.” Crysta said while wiping her mouth.

“Hey come on sweetcheeks, we can show you a better time than this twerp ever could.” Another smugly pleaded as he got closer.

“Please step back. Your lust is making me sick.” Crysta stated while pushing him away.

“Ohh, kitty’s got claws! I dig that in a chick~”

Beorn’s fists were clenched so hard, they threatened to break his skin. He was about to stand up and beat them black and blue, when a voice cleared their throat and Opal felt a hand on his shoulder.

“The princess said to leave her be, gentlemen.”

Opal turned around to come face to face with a male changeling a few inches taller than him. He was dressed in casual clothing, but wore a headband over his forehead. Strapped to his side was a wakizashi and a full length katana.

“Butt out of this, bug, or I’ll squash ya.” The arrogant stallion threatened as he draped his arm over Crysta’s shoulder.

“Listen babe. I know this great place where we can-”

“Since your dick runs ahead of your brain, I’ll put this in a language you understand.”

In a flash, Crysta seized Opal by his wrist and judo flipped him onto the table as the crowd gasped in astonishment.

“PISS OFF!!”

Beorn stood there completely in a daze and was blushing at how well she had handled the creep harassing her. Opal’s gang however, was not pleased.

“You little bitch! How dare you?!”

“Crafty, would you please escort these thugs out of this fine establishment?” Crysta asked the armed changeling.

“Wait. Crafty? Crafty Dodger?!?” Beorn said in shock as the first two thugs came out swinging, only to be dispatched within seconds after a few jabs to their bodies.

“What the?!? I can’t move!”

“My legs are numb!!”

“Princess, how rough shall I be on these ruffians?” Crafty wondered.

“Not too rough, but make sure that they get the message never to stir up trouble like this again.”

“As you wish,” Crafty said as he reached for his katana.

“You bastard! You’re gonna fight us unarmed?” Opal shouted after recovering when to his surprise, the old samurai set his weapons aside and stood silently awaiting their next move.

“Well? We don’t have all day.”

Two more of the thugs attempted to rush Crafty again, but Crafty swayed his body to the side and chopped the backs of their heads, knocking them out immediately. Another thug pulled out a knife and went in to stab the samurai. However Crafty simply raised his hand and caught the blade in between his fingers, shocking his attacker and the witnesses.

“Hmph, I’ve seen butter knives with a sharper edge,” Crafty scoffed as he jabbed the attacker in the gut, making him fall to the ground and gasp for air.

There were now only three stallions left, Opal included, as Crafty eyed the remaining few.

“Oh buck this! I’m outta here!” One yelped and fled the scene.

“Wait for me! I’d rather never drink than deal with this!”

“Get back here you cowards!” Opal snapped.

“Hey,” Crafty called out.

“You seemed to have very ill intentions towards my lady Crysta. So I offer a choice: right or left?”

“What are you talking about?” Opal asked before getting slapped across the left cheek.

“D-Did you just-!”

SLAP!!

“Hey cut that out you-!!”

SLAP!! SLAP!!

“Nng…no…no wait!”

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

“WAIT STOP! STOP PLEASE!!!” The stallion sobbed as he curled up like a foal on the ground for all to see.

Crafty gazed at the whimpering stallion and scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“You gonna leave Princess Crysta alone?”

“Yes!”

“And I trust you to take your little group with you and never return to this establishment, correct?”

“I promise! We won’t ever come back!”

“Good, now off with you, or I’ll use my katana this time.”

Opal nodded as he and those of his gang who could still move limped away. Crafty grabbed his weapons and attached them to his side one again. He turned to Crysta and bowed respectively to her.

“As promised, they have been dealt with.”

“Thank you, Crafty, I appreciate it.”

Beorn meanwhile gazed at the changeling samurai as if he were in the presence of a celebrity. Beorn had heard of Crafty Dodger from his father during the Great War, how his fighting skills were unparalleled to any who crossed blades with him. And here he was, in the flesh and showing off a mere fraction of his fighting skills.

“Ah, Prince Beorn,” Crafty said as he bowed to the young prince.

“A pleasure to meet you finally, I am-”

“Crafty Dodger!” Beorn beamed with stars in his eyes.

“The honor is all mine, sir!” He screamed, standing at attention like a soldier.

“My father told me all about you. Said you and Shining Armor were the only ones able to best him in combat! Dad even showed the scar you gave him!!”

“Ah yes, I remember that bout, he called me a little jack rabbit if I recall.”

“Yeah! Oh man, if it’s not too much to ask, may I have your autograph?”

Crysta suddenly began to laugh as Beorn held up a napkin for him to sign while Soarin placed an ice cream sundae on the table.

“But we didn’t order dessert.”

“On the house sport. For keeping your cool in front of your lady.” Soarin winked while plastering Opal and his gang's faces on the front door.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Beorn blushed at the mention of Crysta being called his lady again. As Crafty left to return to Queen Chrysalis, Crysta smiled at Beorn and started to eat the ice cream. Over the course of the two weeks, Beorn had grown more accustomed to Crysta and began to see how much they had in common. When Crysta actually threw that stallion and spoke in such a way, it woke up more feelings in his heart than he imagined.

“What’s wrong Beorn? Don’t you want some?” Crysta asleep

“Oh, uh, yeah sure,” Beorn said. He too ate some ice cream but couldn’t stop glancing at the girl next to him. He knew there was something there, he only had to take a leap.

“Crysta, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Do you…like me?”

The princess blushed at the question, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Well…you are easy to get along with and well…I think you’re really nice!” She smiled.

“I see,” Beorn nodded. He then reached over and grasped her hand, making her blush more.

“Well, I for one like you. In fact, I’d say that…I like you a lot.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, you’re nothing like the girls who used to come to me with fake confessions and never really liked me for me. You’re fun to be around, you never turned me away, and you even have the nerve to speak in a way I didn’t expect.”

“I appreciate that, Beorn, but why tell me this?”

Beorn steadied his resolve and looked straight into Crysta’s eyes.

“What I’m asking is, would you…like to officially be my marefriend?”

The tavern went silent as the whole crowd listened in and awaited her answer. At first, the princess blushed and squirmed in her chair like a foal needing the bathroom while Beorn sat there and began to sweat nervously.

“I um…I would love to!” She said shyly while the whole tavern raised their glasses in a toast.

“ATTA BOY!!”

“That’s how a man gets it done!!”

“Good on ya girl! Woo!”

“Y-you really mean it?” Beorn asked.

Crysta smiled and leaned in to kiss Beorn on the cheek, making him blush bright red.

“Does that answer your question?” Crysta whispered.

“.....YYYYYYAHOOOOO!!!” The young stag shot out of his chair like a rocket and began to bounce around the place like a pinball until he was caught by Spitfire who was smirking the entire time.

“Alright, simmer down tiger.”

“I have a marefriend!” Beorn cheered.

“And she’s the prettiest, most genuinely kind girl I’ve ever met! Thank you Odin!”

The stags in the bar laughed as the couple paid for their meal and left arm in arm. As Soarin cleaned off their table, he looked at a particular photo hanging on the wall and in that photo was Wulfric, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and little Apple Jewel along with her baby brother held in her arms.

“Fifteen years huh? Kid sure has grown.”

The Next Day

“I must say, Antoinette, these scones you brought with you are quite delectable.”

“Why thank you, Celestia, I heard you have a sweet tooth for pastries so I thought I would bring some from Prance.”

“Careful, sister, these are supposed to be enjoyed, not devoured.”

It was early in the afternoon and the royal rulers were in a lounge room enjoying tea and hors d’oeuvres. Celestia, Luna, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Chrysalis, and Queen Antoinette were sitting together around a large table and enjoying each other’s company.

“So Rainbow Dash,” Luna said.

“I heard the big news. Beorn had made his relationship with Crysta official?”

“Yup. Kid came back with hearts in his eyes.” Rainbow sighed while stuffing a pastry in her mouth.

“Well, might as well plan the wedding.”

“Don’t jump the gun Dash.” Said Applejack as she rubbed the pudge on her growing belly.

“It’s nice they like each other and all but they should take things slow.”

“Aw, and here I was about to prepare the love tent for the two newly lovers,” Chrysalis sighed as she sipped her tea.

The statement made the others turn pink while they maintained their composure as they continued to have tea.

“So Applejack, how are you and your baby doing?” Celestia asked to break the silence.

“He’s doing quite alright, thank you,” the farm mare smiled as she looked down at her stomach.

“It’s so nice to know that I’m gonna be a momma again. I feel as though my little Apple Jewel grew up too fast.”

“I know what you mean AJ.” Said Rainbow, leaning her elbow on the table.

“Seems like yesterday that I was changing Beorn’s diapers and now he has a girl to call his own.”

“By the way, isn’t Rarity expecting a baby soon as well?” Luna asked while helping herself to another treat.

“Oh yeah! We recently got a letter from Rarity. She and Spike went to the doctor, they’re having a little colt!” Rainbow said.

“Oh how wonderful!” Antoinette applauded when she suddenly felt a gust of wind and looked up to see two flyers duking it out with the guards watching.

“Oh. Must be time for Imperius’ lessons,” Celestia hummed.

Antoinette looked out the window to see the young prince in the air, armed with a staff. To her surprise, Lock was also in the air with his own staff as Imperius flew in and attacked him head on. She watched as Imperius tried to flank Lock by going for an overhead strike, only for him to weave out of the way and smack Imperius in the flank with his practice sword.

“Ow!”

“Mind your arse, kid!” Lock called out as they continued.

“Hmm, Miss Applejack, Miss Rainbow Dash, what exactly do you see in that…human?” Antoinette wondered.

“Well he did come off as a bit strange but he turned out to be a great guy, plus he’s really good with kids.” Applejack smiled.

“And he’s not too bad in bed either~.” Rainbow grinned.

“Is that so?” Antoinette arched a brow.

“I wonder if he likes virgins.”

Celestia and Luna’s faces turned bright pink once again and Chrysalis just smirked behind her fan. The group were about to continue their tea time, when a commotion was heard from outside the doors.

“Where is she?! I know she’s here somewhere!” A loud and prissy voice shrieked.

“Oh no…” Antoinette frowned, pinching the bridge of her muzzle.

Lock was also distracted by the loud shriek and was nearly caught off guard by the prince until he snatched him in a chokehold.

“AAACK! I give!! I give!” Imperius begged as he tapped out.

“Oh shit! Sorry kid,” Lock apologized as he released Imperius.

“Man, even when you look distracted, you’re more sharp than you look.”

Back in the lounge, the doors swung open to reveal a very pissed off looking mare. She had light green fur and violet mane and tail both styled loosely. Her eyes were a deep green and she wore a white frilly dress, along with rings and bracelets along her hands and wrists.

“Hah! I found you!” The mare huffed as she stomped over to the Queen.

“Clover, how unexpected,” Antoinette said calmly.

“I thought you were to remain in Prance as I instructed?”

“Don’t think your status will save you this time, sister. I heard through the grapevine that you were up to something scandalous!!” Clover barked.

“And just what do you mean, scandalous?” Antoinette arched a brow.

“You know very well what I mean!! You’re offering your virtue to some…creature then allow one of our perfectly fine noblemen of Prance to make you a proper lady! And above all else, you rejected Prince Blueblood’s marriage proposal!!”

“Do not dare mention that fool and embarrassment of a stallion in my presence!” Antoinette snapped, standing up from her chair.

“The mere image of that deplorable bastard makes me sick to my stomach! And for your information, as you should know by now, it is the Queen’s decision to decide who she may want to sire an heir with. And this man I have found is more than worthy of the task I have offered him.”

“And what makes this so-called man so great?” She asked before spotting Lock who was giving Imperius a lesson.

“You can’t be serious…” Imperius sighed while facepalming himself.

“Try it, it’ll make you feel cooler!” Lock smiled as they prepared to charge each other.

“Now be sure to let it out good and loud!”

“This is gonna be so embarrassing…” The prince sighed as he charged full speed before suddenly pulling up and flew into the sun, blinding Lock instantly.

“Special move!! METEOR IMPACT!!” The prince shouted as he dive bombed towards his target with twice the speed from before. Lock dodged at the last second, making him crash into the grounds below and creating a small crater.

The guards who were watching stood silently as the prince stayed put with a blush forming on his cheeks.

“I feel so stupid…” He said under his breath when they began to cheer.

“That was so cool!”

“Did you see how fast he went?!”

“Whoohoo! Way to go Imperius!”

“Huh? Huuuh?!? You guys liked that?!?” He asked in confusion.

“Hell yeah we did! METEOR IMPACT!! Then BOOM!!” A guard shouted with a thumbs up.

“Told you,” Lock smirked as he landed next to Imperius and offered him a hand.

“I always do it because it’s a good hype up maneuver and brings more force in my attacks. Keep practicing, and that attack of yours will be a force to be reckoned with.”

“Feels weird though.” The prince sighed when he heard his mother clapping from the window.

“Good job sweetie!”

“Moom…”

“That’s who you chose?” Clover sneered.

“He’s…he’s…”

“Sexy?” Rainbow said.

“Strong?” Applejack added.

“Honorable?” Luna said.

“ABSOLUTELY DESPICABLE!” Clover shrieked, once again perking Lock’s ear and he looked up to the window.

“Antoinette, you have officially reached a new low if you are allowing that thing to have your maiden virtue! Have you no shame?! He’s nothing but a rouge!”

“Says the one who reads romantic novels of such characters.” Her sister shot back, making the other mares laugh.

“I forbid this!” Clover snapped.

“If you let that monster anywhere near your chambers, I will inform every relative in our family what you’ve done! They will reject you, and they won’t even bother waiting for you to turn 21 or sire an heir! And then you’ll have no choice but to hand that crown on your head to me!”

“By all the gods! What’s with this screaming?” Shouted the voice of Marshall who walked into the room with bags under his eyes and an unkempt mane.

“I too can hear the shrieking all the way down here.”

All heads then turned to the window to see Lock fly in with an annoyed look in his eye.

“You, monster, leave this room at once! You are not worthy to even breathe the same air we do!” Clover said.

“Someone care to explain?” Lock wondered, crossing his arms.

“Please do, my head is going to explode,” Marshall grumbled.

“Husband, were you up all night again?” Asked Luna who caught the faint whiff of alcohol on his breath.

“Another late night. Who is the banshee screaming?”

“This is Antoinette’s little sister.” Rainbow pointed her thumb at the mare throwing a tantrum.

“Ah, the one who’s the female version of Blueblood?” Lock joked, making the group laugh.

“I consider that a compliment, freak!” Clover snapped again.

“Clover! That’s enough!” Antoinette growled.

“I will not just stand by and allow your rudeness to continue! Especially when it’s directed to Sir Dimitri!”

“Oh really?” Clover arched a brow.

“Tell me something human, are you still aware as to why my sister requires your services?”

“I am, so what?” Lock said.

“Well maybe you should just reject her offer. Clearly you lack any sort of proper manners and you just look so dastardly unrefined. If my sister were to sire an heir with you, she would be bringing shame upon our whole bloodline.”

“THAT’S IT!! THIS BITCH IS GOING DOWN!!” Rainbow had heard enough of her insults and lunged at Clover with only Applejack and Marshall holding her back.

“Missy, I’d choose your next words carefully or else.” Applejack warned while keeping Rainbow back.

Meanwhile, Lock was surprisingly calm the whole time. He looked over to Antoinette who was very upset at her sister and walked over to the Queen and stood before her.

“Antoinette, is having an heir to secure your throne that important to you?” Lock asked, reaching up and cupping her cheek.

“Wait…what are you doing?” Asked Clover as the human shot her a wolfish grin that the girls knew all too well.

“Do it.” Rainbow smirked and stuck her tongue out at Clover.

“Yes…it is, for my people,” Antoinette said, unable to look away from Lock’s grey eyes.

“Then that’s all I need to hear,” Lock said as he leaned in and kissed her. Clover gasped as Lock wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. The Queen’s eyes were wide at first, but soon slowly closed as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“Queen Antoinette, I will gladly grant your request and help sire an heir for you,” Lock said as he pulled away.

“You…YOU BEAST!! How dare you defile the lips of royalty! I’d expect no less from the friend of a…northern savage and his two whores!!”

That last insult crossed the line as Applejack shot out of her chair to deliver a firm slap to the face that made everyone gasp in complete shock.

“Never insult me or my family like that again…” she hissed with a primal anger that even sent chills up Marshall’s spine.

“How…you…slapped me…” Clover stuttered.

“GUARDS!!!”

A squad of Prench soldiers burst in and stood at the ready.

“EXECUTE THIS NORTHERN FILTH FOR ASSAULTING ROYALTY!!!”

“BELAY THAT ORDER, IN THE NAME OF YOUR QUEEN!” Antoinette shouted, halting the soldiers movements.

“Princess Clover, your actions were out of line and uncalled for. I am deeply disappointed in your behavior, and shall now have the guards escort you back to Prance.”

“What?! You can’t do that! I-”

“Furthermore, I hereby strip you of your royal title until my return so that I may enact proper punishment. No pony will follow any order you give them from this point on.”

Clovers rage began to seethe beyond the point of reasoning but despite her anger, she calmly left the room but not before giving a warning.

“You have crossed a dangerous threshold, dear sister…”

As Clover was escorted out of the room, Applejack collapsed back into her chair and was completely out of breath. The tension of the moment, pushed her to the limit and drained almost every bit of her stamina.

“AJ!!” Rainbow shouted as she helped her to sit up.

“Take her to the infirmary.” Said Marshall, fighting off his headache.

As AJ was carried by a few other soldiers out of the room with Rainbow and Marshall, Lock noticed how exhausted Marshall looked before he left. It only took a moment, but he knew exactly what Marshall was going through, for he himself had gone through it before back in his home world.

“Celestia, do you have a meeting room available for small gatherings?” Lock wondered.

“Yes we do, why do you ask?” Celestia wondered.

“I’d like you to have Marshall meet me there at sundown. In fact, I’d like for you and the rest of the family to come and visit as well. There’s something important I’d like to discuss with him and I feel as though you should all be there to hear it.”

“Very well, but may we ask what this is for?” Luna wondered.

“It’s best if you wait until sundown,” Lock said as he walked towards the window.

“Oh and Antoinette? We’ll have to postpone our arrangements for a little while longer. Something has come up that I must see too.”

“It is quite alright, Sir Dimitri, I am just glad you were able to accept my offer in the end,” Antoinette smiled.

Lock nodded and jumped out the window and glided back to the training grounds. Imperius was talking with a few other recruits before Imperius noticed Lock’s return.

“Hey kid, make some new friends?”

“Yeah, that said how cool my special attack was,” Imperius smiled.

“Is everything alright up there? I heard lots of screaming.”

“Naw, it’s fine,” Lock waved his hand dismissively.

“Just girl trouble, is all.”

“Oh, well it’s a good thing I don’t have to deal with any of that stuff, since I’m terrified of girls.”

“Hold up, what? How can you be afraid of girls?”

“Blame it on a doting sister.” The prince sighed as he told Lock of how Selene would cuddle and hug him on a daily basis to the point where he had to inspect his room to see if she was waiting for him.

“I get we’re siblings and all but she goes overboard!! All those hugs and kisses!”

Lock could only laugh at his student’s plight and patted him on the shoulder as they headed to the barracks to clean up.

“She’s your sister, it’s perfectly natural.”

“Nothing is natural about a sister who shows you off like a new toy to her friends that wanna pinch your cheeks!!”

Lock laughed again and noticed Imperius beginning to pout. Lock knew he was a fine young stallion and deserved to have a girl at his side and not some fake mare after glitz and glam. He eyes trailed to the recruits and spied a mare from the crowd. She looked to be Imperius’ age and was armed with a bow and arrow while practicing her aim. She had light brownish yellow fur and a light pink mane and tail, tied in a braid that went down the middle of her back. Her eyes were a baby blue and were focused yet seemed playful at the same time. With a grin growing on Lock’s face, he whistled at the mare, gaining her attention.

“Excuse me! Can you come over here for a moment?” Lock called out. The mare tilted her head but obliged as she placed her bow to the side and walked over.

“Hey there, got a name?”

“Hi! I’m Gumdrop but everybody calls me Gummy!” The mare beamed with a wide smile.

“Glad to meet you, Gummy, you know Prince Imperius?” Gummy nodded, keeping her smile and Imperius blushed.

“Then I’ve got a new task for you, I’d like you and Imperius to be training partners from here on. What do you say?”

“Sure!!”

“Wait. What?!?” Imperius shrieked.

“Come on, Imperius, look at her,” Lock whispered to his student.

“She’s your age, a fellow recruit, cute, seems pretty decent with a bow, and she ain’t some stuck up noble’s daughter trying to set you up. You say you’re afraid of girls, but can you honestly tell me you’d rather live in fear because of your sister?”

“And I can bake too!” Gummy added while taking Imperius’ hand.

The prince would normally have taken flight by now but found himself frozen stiff as she dragged him off.

“Let’s go to the kitchen!”

“Remember Imperius! Relax and just be yourself!” Lock called out. He chuckled as he helped the recruits clean up a bit, smiling that he might have set something in motion for his student.

“Uncle!”

Lock set some practice swords in a barrel and looked to see Beorn and Crysta approach him.

“Hey there kid.”

“Where’s my mom?! I heard she collapsed!” Beorn said.

“Whoa whoa, easy there, son,” Lock said, grabbing his shoulder.

“Your mom’s fine, both of them. There was just a bit of an altercation and she’s in the medical ward.”

“Oh…I see,” Beorn nodded.

“I’ll go visit her right away, but first I was wondering if you could help us with something that Crysta and I spoke about the other day.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Well uh...see, Crysta has agreed to be my marefriend.”

“Well how about that!” Lock grinned, patting his shoulder.

“Good on you, kid, I knew you could do it!”

“Thanks, I just figured I’d tell you as soon as I could.”

“Beorn, tell him that other thing you told me about,” Crysta whispered.

“Now?” He whispered back.

“Tell me what?” Lock asked, then smiled mischievously.

“Now Beorn, I know you’re in a relationship, but maybe wait a bit longer before asking how to please your lady in bed?”

“IT’S NOT THAT!!” The young buck screamed with a red face.

“I…wanna accept her marriage proposal but I don’t know how to tell my folks.”

“Oh I see, well I say to just rip the bandage off,” Lock shrugged.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you should walk straight up to your parents, look them in the eye, and proclaim your newfound relationship with Crysta.”

“Just like that? But what if-”

“Before you finish that sentence, do you honestly think your parents would reject your happiness?”

The prince thought about it and figured Lock was right and took a deep breath as he held Crysta’s hand and nodded to each other and walked off to the infirmary while Lock went to meet with Celestia and the others for some important business.

Sundown

In another part of the castle, Celestia, Luna, and their children followed Lock’s instructions and set up a small meeting area. They set up a circle of chairs in the center of the room and waited for Marshall’s arrival. Soon, the doors opened to reveal the lord regent, along with a group of ponies and Caribou behind him.

“Marshall? How come these people are with you?” Luna wondered.

“No idea,” Marshall shrugged, still fighting the throbbing in his head.

“Lock just came up to me and told me to bring these people who were known to still be struggling since the war. He said he knew of a way to help them so I gathered those who fit the bill.

The group then took their seats and waited patiently for the human in question. 10 minutes later, the door opened again to reveal not just Lock, but Twilight as well.

“Aunt Twilight?” Imperius said.

“Hello, Imperius, Lock explained everything to me,” Twilight said as she sat down in the circle.

“I’d sure like to know what,” Marshall huffed.

“Before that, let me just take the proper form for this,” Lock said as he squatted down.

Before anyone could question him, Lock’s body began to change and morph. His wings retracted in his body as it started to grow thick, brownish red fur. A bushy brownish red tail sprouted from behind and his hands and feet turned into paws and claws. Lastly, his face stretched into a snout as his teeth sharpened into fangs. Once the transformation was complete, there sat a large wolf with amber colored eyes as his tail lazily wagged back and forth.

“There we go,” Lock smirked.

“A wolf? What for?” Asked one of the other soldiers.

“You’ll see.” That was the only response Twilight would give before she tied her hair in a bun and conjured up a pair of glasses and a clipboard as they began their session.

“Now, all of you are here because of one reason. The Great War. As we all know, many are still recovering from those dark times despite the fifteen years of peace and while it is true that the civilians suffered greatly, I believe I speak for all when I say our soldiers, both Equestrian and Northern, have suffered the most.”

“This is a waste of time,” Marshall scoffed and stood up.

“If you need me, I’ll be in my office.”

“Oh yeah? Is that why you spend so many late hours?” Lock called out.

“I’m the lord regent, I’m always a busy stallion,” Marshall countered as he turned to leave.

“Then why do you have a flask hidden in your coat pocket?”

Marshall froze up as his hand was just about to open the door and saw the shocked expressions of his family’s faces.

“You’ve been drinking yourself sick since the war started. Luna told me.”

Marshall shot Luna a deadpan expression.

“You told him?” Marshall sneered.

“What business was it of yours to tell somepony about my private affairs?”

“Husband, I’m worried about you. You don’t eat, you barely sleep, and when you do sleep I see terrible visions in your mind!” Luna said with worry.

“Marshall, I, we, of all people would know how you feel,” Lock said.

“And how the hell would you know?!” Marshall barked.

“Because…I was in the same position as you once, drinking myself piss drunk almost every night after my days in the military.”

“As if you experienced anything as bad as I have, I watched young colts get slaughtered in the blink of an eye! What have you seen?!”

Lock was silent before taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“…I got my commanding officer killed because of my obsession for justice.”

Marshall's expression changed from anger to shock as he finally sat down to listen.

“I was a young, thick headed kid when I enlisted,” Lock began.

“The ripe old age of 21, fresh out of college. I was hell bent on doing what my father couldn’t and make a name for myself by joining the military. I moved to a different country to do it since my old one didn’t seem right. First few weeks, I was already a mess and on my way to getting kicked out. But that’s when I met him.” Lock smiled for a moment but soon frowned. “His name was Joshua Clay, and he was the second closest thing to a father I’ve ever known, after my step-dad.”

“Go on.” Said Twilight after scribbling some notes.

“Joshua had always pissed me the hell off when I first met him. He always had a smile and told me encouraging shit, even though he knew I never liked it when he did. He apparently saw potential in me, and requested the higher ups that I join his platoon. Next thing I know, I’m in a room with six other kids: Dom, George, Patty, Zoey, Bobby, and Travis. We all had the same goals in mind, to make a name for ourselves. As time went by, we began to grow fond of each other, despite the many, many arguments we’d always have. Most others would give up on us and send us to the dogs to let us suffer, but Josh didn’t. He trained us, conditioned us, taught us, and we always stuck together in and out of the front lines. One day, there was a code red at a nearby base that an explosion had gone off and the enemy were flanking our allies. We weren’t able to make it in time though, and everyone at the base died. Including Josh’s cousin who was stationed there. Turns out someone on the inside was bought out by the enemy and planted a bomb behind our lines.”

“What did you do?” Marshall asked.

“What do you think? I wanted to hunt the bastard down and make him suffer. Me and my platoon all wanted to spill blood for blood, but Joshua had told us that we were ordered to go elsewhere while someone else handled the incident. The whole thing was bullshit, that we were to just hang back and let someone else do the hunting while we were more than qualified to do the job. The rest of my platoon had no choice but to obey the order, but I had other plans. For the next three years, I spent digging into who betrayed us and where he was in secret. I had leads, but all were cold in the end. Then, as if some kind of act of fate, I got a tip from an anonymous informant that the traitor was near the area where we were to be stationed next. I took the opportunity to go and deal with what we should have, against Joshua’s orders. I fought my way through countless enemies, who all died by my hand, until I had the traitor in my sights. I was about to finish him off, until Josh showed up out of the blue since he had followed me. To say he was mortified at what I did that day would be considered an understatement. I was too pissed and covered in blood and wounds to care about what he had to say, but was also too blinded by rage to see what the traitor did next. He…pulled out a weapon and killed Josh, right in front of me.”

The room fell deathly silent as there was no greater shame to a soldier than getting your commanding officer killed.

“I was at a loss for words…literally. I only remember seeing red as I butchered the traitor and any reinforcements from the enemy that came to check on all the noise I made. I woke up a couple days later in bandages and seeing through only one eye.”

“One eye?” A soldier said.

“Yeah…one of my eyes is fake. Shrapnel flew right into the socket and they had to surgically remove and replace it since too much time had passed to repair the damage. Anyway, as I was recovering, my platoon gave me hell in a handbasket for what I had done. They condemned me, called me a murderer, and cut ties with me. And you all wanna know the most bittersweet thing about all this? I was let go by honorable discharge and even received a couple of medals for my valor. According to the higher ups, the group of enemies I slayed were planning to bomb another base and a nearby village. Despite the fact that I got Joshua Clay killed, I was still rewarded for my efforts regardless.”

Still, there was silence until Twilight thanked Lock for sharing his story and asked if anyone would like to go next. One by one, each veteran told their stories of their own personal horrors they had experienced during the war and each one seemed to feel like they had a burden lifted off their shoulders.

“And what about you, Marshall?” Twilight asked. “We’ve all shared our blights, now it’s your turn.”

“Actually Twilight, I would like to share,” Celestia said, stepping forth.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” Lock said.

“No, I must, for my husband.”

Celestia cleared her throat and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m sure you are all aware that during the entirety of the war, I was held prisoner as Dainn Stonehoof’s personal slave...I was forced to do deplorable things as his captive and was even given to some of his supporters as their personal plaything….but then I met the stallion who would soon be my husband.” She smiled at Marshall.

“As I recovered from my ordeal, I saw how caring he was towards my sister and I. I could tell Luna was falling for him as much as I was, and then? Well then we both ended up marrying him and in return he gave us two children. Two wonderful, beautiful, loving children who love their daddy with all their hearts. In all honesty, I feared becoming pregnant after what I was put through but then I remembered a lesson my old master Starswirl taught me: Your past does not define who you are or who you will become.”

Marshall was silent as he hung his head low. The words that his wife spoke cracked his soul in two, as he could not bear to face them with the shame of his drinking.

“Marshall,” Twilight spoke up.

“It’s okay, just say whatever you’re feeling.”

“It’s best to just lay it all out, man,” Lock added.

After a few deep breaths, the lord regent handed Twilight his flask and stood up like all the others.

“In all honesty...I don’t deserve to be here.” He spoke calmly at first.

“You all know me as the one who liberated the Crystal Empire after Dainn’s defeat...what you don’t know was that at one point I worked for him. Him and that bastard Blueblood!”

Some of the soldiers were a bit surprised while others simply nodded as they knew of his past.

“I saw...young mares raped and ravaged to the point where they lost their minds and wore the purple collar, I saw foals being auctioned off like livestock in every market to be raised as slaves and I was at one point given my own slave as a reward for my services but all I asked her to do was keep my room tidy…” He paused to take a deep breath.

“Then Shining Armor and The Knights of The Golden Sun came battering down our doors and I was made Blueblood’s second to fight in a duel to the death and as a reward for my victory he offered me up as a scapegoat. Instead, Shining Armor made me one of his knights and I was under a new commander. Finally, we took the fight to the enemy and I was on the front lines of every skirmish and every ambush until we punched a hole deep enough that we were able to gain a foothold on Dainn’s borders but during each of those battles, I slew my own countrymen….young colts sent to die for a tyrants cause...each night, I see their faces...hear their screams...and I keep wondering why I was allowed to live after what I did.”

“So what kept you going?” Lock asked.

“At first, it was just my work and my love for my mares.” He said while sitting back down.

“And then...I learned Luna was pregnant. I was going to be a father.”

Selene sniffled and walked over to her father and wrapped him in a hug as she cried into his chest.

“So it’s your children that give you strength,” Twilight said.

“Hm...yes...I suppose you’re right.” He smirked, kissing his daughter's forehead.

“Marshall, you don’t have to keep living in the past anymore,” Lock said.

“Take it from me, a man who’s still living in the past through his one good eye.”

“Well I think we’ve all had a breakthrough. Feel free to come back next week gentlemen.” Twilight smiled as she clasped her hands together and all left the room, save for Marshall and Luna.

“Luna wait.” He called out, gently taking her hand.

“Forgive me. I should not have been angry with you.”

“No, the blame should be shared with me anyway,” Luna shook her head as the two of them held both their hands together.

“I should not have shared such private information with Sir Lock in the first place. I was only trying to help but, I should have found another way.”

Marshall kissed his beloved mare as he pulled her in for a hug and she returned the kiss in kind. For what seemed like an eternity, they stayed locked in each other’s embrace until Marshall finally broke their kiss and nuzzled her.

“You know...talking about the day you were pregnant got me thinking.” He smiled at her.

“How about we have another?”

Luna’s eyes widened as stars twinkled in her eyes.

“You…want to have another foal?”

“One, two, who knows? So long as you’re by my side, I’ll give you as many as you want,” Marshall smiled.

“Oh husband.” Luna leaped into his arms for a more affectionate kiss as his hands hoisted her up and they made their way to the nearest room.

“I don’t deserve you.” He smiled before being pushed on the bed.

“Oh yes you do, mister~,” Luna purred as she locked the door. With a flash of her horn, she was immediately stripped naked as her bosoms bounced free. She then snapped her fingers and a vial of a familiar looking potion caught Marshall’s eye.

“Recognize this?” Luna asked.

“Mmm the same little bottle that gave us our daughter~.”

“And our son~” said Celestia who had used one of the many secret entrances in the castle to enter the room.

“Room for one more dear sister?”

“Oh yes, and would you like a sip too?” Luna offered the vial.

Both mares took a small sip of the potion before giving hungry looks to their husband who was grinning in anticipation.

“Promise us one thing first darling.” Said Celestia.

“Anything, my sun amazon,” Marshall said as she teleported her dress off her and she too was naked.

“No more sneaking alcohol. If you’re feeling stressed, just tell us. Promise.”

“Hm. I promise.” Marshall replied as they took turns kissing.

“You know darling, I’m surprised you didn’t tell them Raven was your slave.” Luna huffed as her husband rubbed her nethers.

“That’s our business,” Marshall said as he used his other hand to fondle Celestia’s chest.

“For now, I have a job of putting foals in the two of you.”

“Mmm me first sister?” Asked Luna.

“Mmm, I would allow it, but I prefer I be the first to bear a foal. You were the first to birth Selene after all.”

“Hmph. Fine.” Luna pouted as Celestia gave her rump a smack that seemed to arouse their husband even more.

“Oh and Marshall? You should really invite Raven next time~. We won’t mind~.” Celestia whispered before pushing his hardened member into her with a lustful moan.

Marshall groaned as she rode him and he reached up to grasp her bountiful mounds. Luna in the meantime climbed over Marshall and sat on his face. Marshall extended his tongue and began lapping up her moist nethers.

“Mmm good boy~” she purred while rubbing her butt against him.

Celestia surprised her sister by pulling her in for a kiss that seemed to get her even more excited as Luna dove her tongue in her sister’s mouth. Celestia bounced on Marshall’s shaft as Luna grinded her hips on Marshall’s face and the two Princesses made out with each other. The room was filled with the musk of sex as the three lovers got into their mating and Marshall raised Luna’s hips a bit to speak.

“Gods, you both are so lovely. I’m about to blow soon,” he said before Luna slammed her pussy back on his mouth.

“Mm better let him up Luna, we do need to make sure I get every drop~” Celestia murred, licking her lips in anticipation.

Marshall was freed of his wifes rump and proceeded to ram Celestia over and over while she screamed to the heavens.

“Swear you’ll never let any other man have you!~” he grunted while biting her right breast.

“I swear! I swear I’m yours!” Celestia cried as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Please! Make me a mother again! Breed me! Give me another foal as you have before!”

Marshall arched his back as he poured everything he had into her womb while Celestia’s eyes rolled back and she grinned biting her lip with satisfaction.

“Mmmm darling~.”

“I love you, my beautiful sun amazon.” He huffed as they shared a kiss.

“I…love you too~,” Celestia huffed before her eyes closed and she rubbed her stomach.

Marshall wiped his brow until his eye caught sight of Luna on her back, rubbing her pussy and biting her lip.

“There’s still one more mare you must fill and bless with your foal, my love~.”

“Then make room. Sun butt~.”

Marshall gave Celestia’s flank a pinch that made her yelp and smirk at him with bedroom eyes while Luna turned over and wiggled her flank for her dear husband to see.

“Marshall dear, has my butt gotten bigger~?” Luna asked before she felt his warm hands touch her.

“On the contrary,” Marshall said as he dug his fingers in her soft flesh.

“It’s just right~.”

“Mmm better spank it to be sure.~” she winked.

Marshall obliged by raising his hand and smacking her rump, making it jiggle and bounce and she moaned and spanked her once more.

“Are you ready to also get pregnant with my foal, my lunar lover?”

“Mmm come and get me~” Luna licked her lips with a hungry gaze as Marshall slammed into her.

“Uugh! Yyyeeess~” Luna hissed with pleasure at the feeling of her husbands stallionhood stirring up her insides with every thrust.

“Mmm pull my tail dear~!!” She yelped, giving him a few playful whacks with her tail.

Marshall reached over and pulled her tail, making her squeal in delight. Each thrust sent her flank into a jiggling fit with each slam as Marshall’s crotch was drenched in her fluids.

“I love you!” Luna shouted.

“I love you so much! You’re my prince! My eternal lover forever!”

“And you are my lovely wife and my pride and joy!” Marshall said.

“Now take it! Take my seed and give me more foals for us to raise together!”

Luna squealed to the top of her lungs as she could feel her womb being filled. Marshall proceeded to pull her by the mane which surprisingly felt good as Luna panted with her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolled back.

“Mmm who’s a naughty princess?” He teased pinching her cutie mark.

“I am~,” Luna cooed as they all snuggled up together.

“So, should we check to see if the potion worked after we’ve had our rest?” Marshall asked.

“Oh we’re not done yet husband~.” Celestia said she straddled him for a kiss.

“Indeed. We need to make sure you’re completely drained. Just in case~” Luna added before pressing her left breast into his mouth.

“Now drink up. You need your strength~.”

“Oh boy…” Marshall smiled wickedly.

Elsewhere, in the medical ward, Rainbow was by Applejack’s side and so was Wulfric as Applejack lay in bed. Both Rainbow and Wulfric had worried expressions for Applejack since she was put through so much stress.

“Come on, you two, I told you I’m fine,” Applejack said.

“It’s my fault for getting so worked up anyway.”

“I should’ve been there.” Said Wulfric as he held her hand.

“Maybe you two should take it easy for a few weeks. I can handle the daily affairs.”

“I told you, it’s nothing to worry about. Doctor said there’s nothing wrong with our son. He’s still growing nice and healthy.”

Wulfric smiled as he pecked her on the lips. The door then opened and in came something that made everyone do a double take. A large reddish brown furred wolf came walking in, almost as large as Arya, Wulfric’s trusty partner in combat or maybe larger, and sat beside Applejack’s bed as it wagged its tail lazily.

“Oh no! No no no! Out with ya boy, no wolves in the hospital wing!” Wulfric scolded as he tried to nudge the beast out the door but to no avail.

“Stubborn little!! Get moving!”

The wolf instead moved to the side and jumped up on Applejack’s bed and leaned in to nuzzle her. He rubbed his soft fur against her side, making the mare giggle and pet the wolf’s pelt.

“Aww well ain’t you the sweetest.”

“Why thank you.” The wolf said startling everyone with his familiar voice.

“Hold up, is that…Lock?” Rainbow said.

“What gave it away?” The wolf spoke again.

“The eyes or the fur?”

“Your voice. Now get off!! You’ll get fur on the bed!” Wulfric scolded once more as Lock got off the bed and transformed back.

“Jeeze, and here I thought I’d comfort my fellow herd mate with the sensual touch of a wolf’s soft pelt,” Lock huffed as he brushed himself off.

“And for the record, I don’t shed even when I’m a wolf.”

Both mares laughed as the doctor came back to give Applejack a clean bill of health while recommending she take it easy for a few weeks like her husband suggested.

“Hmm you know, I happen to know of a remedy that’s perfect for expecting mothers.” Said Wulfric.

“It’s made from the hides of bog boars. How about we go for a hunt after we make the big announcement to the kingdom?”

“A hunt, huh? Haven’t been on one since my step-dad took me,” Lock hummed.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Rainbow cheered.

“And just how will you hunt while carrying precious cargo?” Lock wondered.

“Oh we won’t be hunting. We’ll just um…” she paused before giving a mischievous look.

“Be the entertainment~.”

“You and that promiscuous mind of yours, I swear,” Lock chuckled as Rainbow giggled and leaned on his arm and twirled her finger on his chest.

“Oh come on stud, you know you want me to go with you~.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Wulfric pouted with jealousy before Applejack held his hand.

“Don’t you worry, hon, there’s plenty to go around~,” she cooed as she guided his hand to her breast.

“Wulfric, these women of yours can sometimes be more trouble than they care to admit,” Lock joked as Rainbow wrapped her leg around him.

“And that’s why I love em.” Wulfric smirked and gave each of his wives a kiss. As Rainbow left Lock’s side, her son entered the room with Crysta.

“Mom! You’re okay!” He shouted to Applejack.

“Hey there sugarcube. Your momma’s fine.” Applejack replied while gently hugging him.

Beorn smiled as Crysta stood by his side, also smiling. The young prince looked at Lock, who glanced between him and his parents as if giving a silent message.

“What’re you two doing here?” Wulfric asked before noticing they were holding hands.

“Oh hoo. Going steady are we?”

“U-Um…” Beorn blushed but Lock nodded to him, giving him confidence. He then looked to Crysta, who kept holding his hand as he prepared himself for his announcement to his family.

“Okay. Mom, Momma Applejack, Father. I...have decided to take Crysta as my bride!” He flinched, preparing for an onslaught of outrage.

There was a brief silence in the room, as Crysta blushed like mad, until Beorn peeked through his eyes to see Wulfric and Rainbow smiling proudly at him.

“Well it’s about damn time you found your special somepony,” Rainbow said.

“Yee haw! That’s my boy!!” Applejack cheered while slapping him on the back.

“Y-you’re not mad?” Beorn asked, earning perplexed looks all around.

“Why the hay would we be mad?” Rainbow wondered.

“Well…it’s just you guys are all always arguing with aunt Chrysalis and stuff.”

“Oh that’s different hon. We don’t mind you two at all.” Applejack smiled as Wulfric cleared his throat.

“Now son, it’s time we had an important talk on how a stag should please his woman and I don’t mean with housework and such. Firstly-OOOF!!!”

Both mares delivered a solid punch to Wulfric’s stomach before he could say another word and left him there curled up in a ball of pain.

“Ooh…my ulcer!” Wulfric groaned.

“Pfft Ha! Told you that yap of yours would get you into trouble!” Lock laughed.

“Um, Miss Rainbow?” Crysta said politely.

“I just wanted to say…thank you for giving us your blessing to be together.”

“Oh it was our pleasure sugarcube. You’re practically family already.” Replied Applejack.

“And if my little man gives ya trouble, feel free to smack him around or call us.” Rainbow winked.

“Mooooom!” Beorn groaned.

The group laughed together, minus Wulfric, and enjoyed each other’s company for the rest of the evening.

“My Queen, are you sure it was wise to do such a thing?”

“Jacques, she threatened to hurt Lady Applejack, she left me no choice.”

“But…to go so far as to relinquish her royal title, not even your mother would do such a thing.”

“My mother is not the Queen anymore!” Antoinette snapped.

“I am, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep my people safe from the clutches of that wretch of a sister of mine!”

“And…the human?” Jacques questioned.

“The plan still stands, he’s agreed to help me sire an heir,” Antoinette sighed as she sat on her bed and rubbed her temples.

“He needs to help me, Jacques, it’s the only way I can save my people from her.”

Jacques just stood there trying to console his Queen when they heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Antoinette asked.

“It is Queen Chrysalis, Antoinette, may I come in?”

“Oh, of course.”

As Antoinette opened the doors, the queen came in dressed in her regal nightgown and sat herself by the fireplace.

“Hello, Chrysalis, to what do I owe the pleasure this night?” Antoinette sighed as she sat on the opposite chair.

“I could not help but overhear your conversation and thought I might be able to help.” The queen said, leaning forward ever so slightly.

“My spies could track her every movement and shadow her if you’d allow it.”

“Why do such a thing for me?” Antoinette wondered.

“I made sure she is to be escorted back to Prance.”

“Do you think Blueblood would allow such a thing?” Chrysalis asked while leaning back into her chair.

“We both know she supports him openly.”

Antoinette was silent and knew that Blueblood was as cunning as he was despicable.

“You know something, despite everything she’s done and said, I could never bring myself to truly hate Clover.”

“But she will come to hate you and the child you wish to have. She will do all she can to destroy you, so as a mother I advise you: if you truly wish to have a young one of your own, then guard that child with your life and care for it with all your heart. Do not think of it as a piece in a political game.”

“I would never dream of thinking of my own foal in such a way,” Antoinette said.

“I still remember holding each of my sisters when they were born. I told myself that if one day I had a foal of my own, I’d care for it as any mother would. Traditions aside, it’s been my dream to be a mother.”

“As was mine, Crysta has been my whole world since…” Chrysalis trailed off, looking saddened.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with your daughter?” Antoinette asked but Chrysalis shook her head.

“Crysta…was not my only child.” Chrysalis spoke in a sad tone as she looked at the fire.

“Originally, I had seven eggs. She was the first…At first we did not care about the wars of the outside world and sought only to keep ourselves neutral but then the Stonehooves came…”

Chrysalis began to flash back to the days when the hive was attacked and could remember every horrific detail from the destruction of the hive to the slaughter of her fellow changelings.

“It wasn’t enough that they destroyed our home, they wanted to annihilate us down to the last child….so they started with me. Crafty Dodger had done all he could and was on the front lines, defending the hive as it fell. The original plan was to evacuate and save as many of us as possible, myself and my hatchlings included. By some cruel act of fate, Crysta had hatched during the fighting and I kept her in my arms the whole time.”

“And…what of your other hatchlings?” Antoinette asked. Tears began to form in Chrysalis’ eyes as she tried her best not to sob in front of the Prench Queen.

“They...they were taken from me…” she sobbed, finally breaking down.

“Burned alive before my very eyes in a little boat just a few feet from me…all I could do was watch!! I watched as they burned and were sunk to the bottom of a river!”

“Oh Chrysalis…” Antoinette held her hand, shedding a few tears of her own.

“THOSE MONSTERS TOOK MY BABIES FROM ME!!!”

Chrysalis covered her face and cried her eyes out as the memories became too much for her to bear while Antoinette layed a comforting hand on her shoulder and allowed her to weep.

“I’m so very sorry that happened to you,” Antoinette weeped as she hugged her.

“That is why, Antoinette, that is why you must cherish your little one once you have it in your arms. It is your child, a newborn foal who will always need its mother. I failed to protect my children, but that does not mean you have to as well. So please promise me, no, swear to me that you will do whatever is necessary to protect your foal.”

“I promise.” Antoinette smiled as they looked at one another.

“And you didn’t fail. You saved your daughter, you gave her as much love as any mother would and she has become a fine young lady.”

“Thank you, it means a lot hearing that,” Chrysalis said. She then snapped her fingers and three Changelings entered dressed in dark robes as they bowed.

“I want you three to follow Antoinette’s sister and keep tabs on her. If she does or says anything that will jeopardize our hard earned peace, I want to know about it.”

“Yes my queen.” The three said in unison as they stepped back into the shadows only to vanish as the moon shined through the window.

“Shinobi. You will never find better spies or assassins.”

“How intriguing,” Antoinette said, then a thought passed through her head and she started to blush a tad.

“Um, Chrysalis, may I ask you something else?”

“Of course, my new friend, what is it?”

“Well…I have said I wish to sire an heir, but, well…I’m still a virgin,” The Queen whispered.

“And Sir Dimitri has already had, experience and I was wondering if maybe…you could give me some advice when he comes to my chambers?”

“I’ll just take my leave,” Jacques said as he left the room.

“I see.” Chrysalis smirked while looking her over.

“Hmm your robe is good but you need to show a little more skin.” She said while opening her robe slightly and helped to flash her legs a bit.

“There. Men love when a lady flashes her goods~.”

“I see, but what about my breasts?” Antoinette asked, cupping her double D mounds.

“Do they make me look fat?”

“On the contrary dear, they are your best weapons!” Chrysalis said while pointing up a finger.

“Weapons?”

“Indeed. Men crave breasts like ours, they dream of fondling and suckling them to their heart’s content and if that’s not enough then we have this~” Chrysalis turned around and wiggled her rump slightly.

“Nothing accompanies a pair of fine breasts than a great ass. A shame Wulfric has yet to touch mine.” She sighed in defeat.

“Hmm,” Antoinette hummed as she looked over her shoulder and stared at her own flank.

“I’ve been told my flank is a bit too big,” she said as she cupped both cheeks. Her bubble but jiggled and bounced almost as much as her breasts.

“Mm that’s perfect.” Chrysalis grinned.

“Show him that and Sir Dimitri will ravage you like a beast~!”

“A-A beast?!” Antoinette yelped, her cheeks flushing red.

“But…I mean…is he supposed to?”

“Once he sees that body of yours, he won’t be able to hold back~” The changeling queen winked as she left the room to leave Antoinette to her thoughts.

“I never knew my body had that much allure to it,” Antoinette thought aloud, looking over herself again.

“Well, if Sir Dimitri is willing to return the kiss I gave him, then maybe I’ll try and seduce him even more!” She proclaimed. “Only…I must learn how.”

End.