Game of Thrones: Equestria

“YOU INSIGNIFICANT MONGRELS!!”

Blueblood slammed his fists on the table, his mane messy and unkempt, while the remaining nobles loyal to him sweat bullets. On the table were markers indicating strongholds and trade routes one under his control, each now taken back by the allies after Beorns fierce counterattack and to make matters worse, each loss was driving him to the point of bankruptcy.

“One…filthy…Caribou…BRAT!” Blueblood hissed.

“ONE MOTHER BUCKING CARIBOU, AND WE ARE STILL LOSING THE WAR?!?”

"Sire please calm down!" One officer shouted trying to settle him down.

"We're doing all we can, our informant on the inside says Beorn has returned to Canterlot for the time being."

SMACK!

“WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS EARLIER UNTIL NOW?!?” Blueblood roared as he slapped the officer.

“IDIOTS! I’M SURROUNDED BY A PACK OF IDIOTS!” Blueblood stomped to the nearby liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of apple gin. He poured almost a full glass and downed the whole thing.

“I must win this war, I must! I will do whatever is necessary to do so! I don’t care what those peasants think of me, I don’t care what history brands me! So long as I’m at my rightful place on the throne, I could give less of a buck!”

“Of course sire.” One noble said.

“Silence! When I say anything necessary, I mean anything…Bring me the shard.”

Some of the nobles looked to each other in fear, for this was only spoken of as a last resort.

“B-But sire…surely there’s another way.”

“No, in fact, there isn’t.” Blueblood snapped.

“I have waited far too long to take my rightful place, and I shall not wait any longer! Fetch me the shard and tell our informant to make his move! That blasted buck dies, this I order!”

The officer ran off to send the message while the servants fetched the shard. Blueblood had discovered this relic many years ago on one of the old battlefields near the Crystal Empire. He had not expected to find it, of all items, but kept it to himself in case he had a proper use for it. Soon the servants returned and with them a trolly with the shard on top. The shard was none other than a piece of King Sombra’s horn. Blueblood gazed at the shard with an evil grin as the item pulsated with dark magic.

“S-Sire, I implore you, please reconsider.” On of the nobles pleaded shakily.

"I have no choice." Blueblood hissed seizing the shard and popping off his fake horn.

"If my very soul is the price for this power the so be it!!"

Before anyone else could protest, Blueblood placed the shard on his stump. There was a brief pause until Blueblood gasped and his eyes turned green and his consciousness was pulled within his mind until he found himself in the black void.

“What’s this?” A venomous voice echoed.

“Who dares don my horn?”

“Who’s there?! Where am I?! Show yourself!” Blueblood barked.

“As you wish.”

All of a sudden, a pair of blood red eyes opened from the abyss and glared at Blueblood, purple trails of dark magic seeped from the sides, making the prince shiver.

“You…who do you think you are? Daring to take on my power?”

The prince knew the voice all too well and immediately recognized the figure speaking to him.

"Mighty King Sombra, I beg you." He pleaded falling to his knees.

"Grant me your power and I will give you all I have and more."

“Oh? And what could you possibly give me?” There was a swirl of shadows that formed a body and soon formed the king himself. He towered over Blueblood with an evil smirk as Blueblood coward in his presence.

“The shard of my horn you put on is a direct link to my mind. And as you can see, I am still imprisoned in the void. So again, I ask, what could you offer me for my power?”

".....I have a daughter." He said catching his attention.

"She is of marrying age..."

“Is that right?” Sombra hissed with a sickening grin.

“You would give up your own daughter to become my own personal broodmare?”

"That and I will help you reclaim the Crystal Empire if you will give me your power." Blueblood replied as sweat dripped from his brow.

“Hmm, very well.” Sombra said maliciously.

“I shall grant you my power, and in return you allow me to possess your body whenever I wish to train your daughter to be my personal broodmare.”

Blueblood became sick at the thought of his own body being used to defile his own daughter but was easily consumed by the dark magic that began pumping into him.

"Yes...YEEES!! I CAN FEEL IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"

Blueblood was soon brought back to reality and everyone was scared out of their wits at the sight of him. When he looked at a nearby mirror, he saw that his mane resembled Sombra’s as a black whispy mane and his eyes were red with purple tails of dark magic seeping from the sides. His horn had also changed and was red and curved, much like Sombra’s. Blueblood wanted to give his newfound power a test run, but unfortunately he had his end of the bargain to fulfill.

“You there.” Blueblood pointed to a servant.

“Go and summon my daughter, tell her to meet me in my private study. Under no circumstances is anypony to disturb us, understood?”

“Yes my lord.” The servant said and ran off.

Blueblood left to his personal study, leaving the nobles scared and confused as to what had transpired. He arrived at his study and waited patiently for his daughter to arrive. He knew what Sombra was going to do to her, with his own body no less, but it was necessary. Sacrifices had to be made, even if it meant his own flesh and blood. After a few more minutes of waiting, he heard a knock on the door.

“…Come in.”

"Daddy?" Called the voice of a young filly as the door opened.

"Come in Bluebell."

The door opened to reveal his 16 year old daughter Bluebell. She was a unicorn mare with light blue fur, blonde mane, and brown eyes. To most, she was undoubtedly very beautiful and one of the few things Blueblood cared for other than himself. When Blueblood turned around, she gasped as she closed the door behind her.

“Daddy, what happened to you?!” Bluebell said.

“Why do you look like that? And your horn, when did it grow back?”

"Hello my dear." called Sombras voice as the doors were sealed shut by magic.

“Wh-what?” Bluebell shuddered at the sudden change of his voice. Sombra’s eyes glowed as he took control of Blueblood’s body and slowly walked to the trembling mare

“What’s wrong? Why don’t you give Daddy a hug?” Sombra mocked as he used his magic to bind her hands and force them upwards.

Bluebell's heart began to feel like it was going to burst out of her chest as the dark figure drew closer with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Y-you're not daddy!! LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!"

The filly could do nothing but scream as she closed her eyes and her world became pitch black.

Hours of Sinful Actions Later

“Ah, that should do for now.” Sombra chuckled as he admired his work.

Bluebell was face down, completely naked, and in a pool of mixed liquids. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused as she was passed out from her torture. Sombra then snapped his fingers and her eyes flashed red for a moment before closing.

“Just so my training doesn’t go to waist, I shall allow you to forget this ever happened and seal your training within your subconscious. Think of it as a part of your transformation into my personal broodmare. And now I shall have your father take back his place. Until next time, my little slave to be.”

Blueblood soon regained control and looked in horror at his daughter. However, despite his transgressions, his resolve did not falter.

“It’s…for the best.” Blueblood said to himself as he used his newfound magic to clean his study and around his daughter.

“I hope you can forgive me one day, my daughter....”

As soon as the area was clean, Blueblood put his clothes back on and covered his daughter with a cloak and picked her up. He then walked out of his study and towards her room while making sure there was no one else around. Once he arrived, he laid her down on her bed and stood up straight. He did not know what Sombra did to her since he could not see within his own mind, but perhaps it was for the best since he did not want to know in the first place.

“I may have made the greatest mistake of my life, but it will surely be worth it once I’m sitting on my throne.” Blueblood said.

He then left the room and headed to the main war room where he made his battle plans. Once he arrived, his war commanders were all still planning their next move. They looked to see Blueblood and bowed.

“Rise, as you can all see, I have gained a special power from a certain somepony. With it, I shall personally change the tides of this war in our favor. Now, tell me what our next move is.”

"Uhh yes sir." An officer said nervously.

"We've been trying to figure out a way to reclaim the territories we lost along the border but have met fierce resistance in every attempt."

Rather than getting upset, Blueblood simply hummed to himself as he gazed at the map. As the officer said, many territories along the border have been reclaimed by Beorn’s forces and are making their way straight to his own stronghold. If the stronghold falls, he loses the war.

“Send word to the mercenary guilds, tell them to send their best troops to meet the enemy army head on. I shall personally lead the attack.”

“But sire, are you sure going out in the open is wise?”

“Are you questioning me, grunt?” Blueblood hissed as his eyes glowed red.

“N-No sir…” The officer mumbled.

“Good, now off with you and send my message.”

Soon the entire mercenary guild along with whatever remained of the princes army were assembled and marching out in force with numerous war machines and beasts in tow.

"My lord." Whispered one of the princes bodyguard.

"Why is Lady Trixie not with us?"

“She is to remain where she is safe.” Blueblood said sternly.

“In her chambers and not to be disturbed by anypony. As you know, she was once my slave but I soon made her see how deluded my aunts are and I ended up caring for her enough to make her my bride. When my…daughter was born, I swore to them I would take the throne for ourselves. To ensure that I make it happen, I had her secluded and kept out of my way until my goal is successful.”

“I see, so what is the plan? It is quite the unexpected honor for you to join us in battle.”

“You shall see. Oh, and spread the word to the troops that if there are any mares and doe’s in the enemy forces, they are free to take them away and do whatever they wish. Think of it as an encouragement boost to fight harder on top of what I am paying them.”

"Mmm yes sir."

The bodyguard left and went to spread the word. Soon the army arrived at the first of the retaken territories and everyone held their position. Blueblood looked down at his hand and watched as dark magic oozed off of his palm. With an evil smile, he raised his hand towards the unsuspecting allied forces and charged up his magic. A black glow shined from his palm and he fired a beam of magic towards the outpost. A loud explosion echoed throughout the area as screams of distress soon followed.

“ATTACK!!” Blueblood shouted.

“SLAUGHTER THE FILTHY CARIBOU!! EXECUTE THE LOYALISTS!! TAKE THE FEMALES FOR YOUR OWN!!”

The mercenaries charged forward in a frenzy of bloodlust as the defenders were instantly overwhelmed and the outpost was reduced to ashes.

As promised, many women were taken prisoner as amusement for the troops while the men were brought to the front in chains.

"Sire. What should we do with the survivors?"

The prince looked at the men before him and felt nothing but disgust. Most were simple farmers and peasants while others were a clear mix of northern and equestrian blood.

With an icy cold stare the prince waved his hand and said.

"There are no survivors."

End.