Game of Thrones: Equestria

On the edges of the western border, the allied forces were sleeping soundly in their tents as the sun rose over the smoking braziers and numerous banners flapping in the wind. The morning bugle was sounded and the troops slowly got into formation to be given their daily orders.

One tent in particular that was at the top of the highest hill caught the first rays of the sun. Inside was Beorn who was slowly being roused from his sleep by his two fiancès who began kissing him and rubbing his muscles.

“Mmm…”

“Wake up darling~.” Crysta purred while kissing his cheek.

“Mmm…meesa tired, meesa sleep now…” Beorn groaned when Azurys planted a kiss on his lips and straddled him.

“I see one part of you is awake~.” Azurys grinned at the tent poking out from the sheets before gently plopping her rear on his face.

“MMPH?”

“Wakey wakey!~”

Beorn flailed as Azurys’ cheeks blocked his airways and the wolf girl could only giggle at his expense. Beorn growled and reached up to grab two handfuls of her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“Ahn~!” Azurys hopped off as Beorn gasped for air and held his chest.

“Odin’s beard, Azurys! Are ya trying to suffocate me?!” Beorn yelped.

“Oh you know you liked it~.” The wolf girl smugly said while sticking her tongue out.

“You can’t stay in bed, you have things to do.” Crysta lectured while giving him another kiss and read him the schedule next to the bed.

“You need to inspect the supplies, check the new recruits, meet with a few merchants and go on patrol with the scouts.”

“Ugh, I’m exhausted already…” The young king groaned as he flopped on the bed again.

“Also darling, we need to plan our wedding.”

“Wait…now?”

“Yes, now. It’s been months since we left Canterlot and a lot has happened, plus you look like you need a break.”

“Mm…fine.” Beorn huffed before grabbing both his lovers.

“But first, you gotta take care of my little problem down there.” He deadpanned, pointing to his morning wood.

“I wouldn’t say Little.” Azurys giggled before kissing him.

As the three were about to get busy in the sheets, a loud cough was heard from outside, causing them to groan in frustration.

“Why…every time?!” Azurys growled.

“Pardon me, sire, but there is something of urgency you must see to,” a voice said from outside the tent.

“Can it wait?” Beorn asked.

“Afraid not, there seems to be three diamond dog women outside the camp. They wish to meet with you and your fiancé immediately.”

Beorn and Azurys looked at each other curiously but then sighed as they all climbed out of bed and dressed themselves properly. Beorn slung his new hammer on his back as they all exited the tent and followed the attendant towards the outside the tent. When they arrived, they saw three new diamond dog women as they were told. Only as soon as they saw Azurys, their tails wagged and eyes lit up.

“AZURYS!” They all cried.

“Lithos?! Ruko?! Deshi?!” Azurys gasped.

“Who’re they?” Beorn asked.

“My cousins!” Azurys replied.

All three girls joined together for a group hug with many happy expressions while Thunderbolt; Beorn’s hammer, did his best not to panic as a few sparks of electricity began surging around him.

“Calm down!”

“You calm down! I don’t do well with dogs, remember?!?”

“And who is this?” Lithos raised her eyebrow to Beorn.

“Oh right. Girls, this is my fiancè!” Azurys smiled with her tail wagging as she hugged his arm.

“Me and the changeling princess here are sharing him~.”

“Ohhhh.” All three said in unison.

“So why are you all here?” Azurys asked, only for them all to frown.

“Um…well…” Deshi tried to say.

“Your dad’s looking for ya,” Ruko said out of the blue.

“Ruko! We agreed we’d tell her gently!” Lithos snapped.

“How? Best to rip the bandage off, I always say.”

“My…dad?” Azurys said slowly.

“Yep, we managed to find you after actually using our heads instead of how those other meatheads from the pack go about it. We managed to give them the slip and tracked you down. Good thing we were first, cuz, because your dad’s pissed!” Ruko said.

“He enjoy his gift?” Beorn asked, referring to Raff’s head while using a dagger to clean his fingernails.

“You did that?” Lithos asked.

“One hit was all it took. Who is this guy anyway?”

“He’s the Alpha of the pack, he’s called Diamond Hyde, and to be perfectly honest, he’s a total jerk,” Lithos said bitterly.

“Our dad is his brother, which is how we’re related to Azurys, and he’s way more chill than Hyde,” Ruko said.

“Our dad’s name is Rocky Longfang, and he’s actually the elder brother,” Deshi said.

“If he’s older, how come he’s not the alpha?” Crysta wondered.

“Because my dad killed my grandpa…” Azurys said sadly.

“What?! How could he?!” Beorn snarled.

“It’s a diamond dog thing,” Lithos said.

“There’s two ways a dog can become the alpha of the pack. One is to prove themselves worthy by challenging the whole pack to a fight and winning, the other is to challenge the alpha himself and make him submit. Hyde challenged my grandpa, but instead of making him submit, he just killed him without recourse.”

“He killed…his own father…for power?!” Beorn grit his teeth.

His eyes flared red for a brief moment when one of the shield maidens called him for his daily training, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh darn it, I gotta go. Guards! See to our guests!” Beorn ordered before groping both Crysta and Azurys as he left.

“Eep!”

“Oh! You horndog,” Crysta smirked.

“You love it~.” Beorn teased as he left for training. The girl's eyed Beorn's physique and grew curious about his relationship with their cousin and began asking a series of questions as they entered camp.

“So Princess…” Litho said to Crysta.

“Oh you can call me Crysta, we’re all friends here.”

“Right. So Crysta, do you and Beorn…often consummate your love?”

“Consummate doesn’t begin to describe it!” Crysta sighed.

“When we make love, it’s magical. The way he holds me and tells me how much he loves me and especially when he pulls my mane and dominates me~!” The last bit made Crysta drool slightly as Litho, Ruko and Deshi began to blush.

“That’s nothing!” Azurys boasted.

“When we do it, it’s-how do I describe it…wild~.” The wolf girl smiled as she showed the girls her collar.

“When we’re in bed, he loves groping my boobs and especially loves biting my butt~! And don’t get me started on the dirty talk~.”

All three cousins’ hairs were standing on end after hearing of their exploits and turned to Beorn who was getting trounced by the shield maids.

“Come now, young master, you mustn’t waver!” A shield maid said as she pushed Beorn back.

“I’m trying!”

“Try harder, young master!” Another maid said as she hit Beorn on his head.

Beorn shouted in pain until he dug his hooves into the dirt and sidestepped out of the way. When the maid was about to tackle him with her shield, Beorn jumped up and planted his hooves on the shield and kicked off. Causing him to backflip and land on the ground to regain his balance.

“Come at me then!”

But before he could make his next move, he felt the full force of a shield slam into his back and was pinned to the ground.

“Your battlefield awareness is improving, young master, but you have a long way to go.”

As Beorn dusted himself off, he went about his daily routine with the troops before getting ready to go on patrol with Azurys and Crysta accompanying him.

“Beorn, can my cousins come along?” Azurys asked, wanting to spend more time with her cousins.

“This is a patrol, not a walk in the park.”

“Hey! We may not look it but we’re tough.” Deshi protested.

“Fine. Just try not to get us in trouble.”

Beorn gave a loud whistle that signaled Sköl and Håthi to join them as he mounted his war bear to lead the way.

“So where are we headed?” Crysta asked while securing a longbow to her saddle.

“There’s a village just a mile from here. From there, it’s a patrol along the main road and back to camp.”

The girls nodded and followed Beorn along the trail. The young king then whistled in the air as a few large dire wolves came into view and walked alongside him.

“Hey, Brutus, Fang, and Bones,” Beorn smiled. They all barked in unison as they walked along with Beorn.

“Wow, you even command dire wolves?” Litho asked.

“Yep, they’re the Warborn Clan’s pride and joy,” Beorn said.

“How do you think Imperius and Gummy are doing in Prance?” Crysta wondered.

“Eh, probably trying to get into each other’s pants without my uncle noticing,” Beorn shrugged.

“But knowing Uncle, he’s most likely putting Imperius through the ringer with that crazy human military training.”

“Human?” Ruko said.

“Long story short, he’s Beorn’s godfather and is a creature called a human. He came from an alternate world and has been living here for almost half a year now,” Azurys explained.

“Man, it’s almost been half a year already?” Beorn said to himself as he glanced at the trees.

“It’ll be Fall soon.”

“Ohh a Fall Wedding!” Crysta chirped in excitement.

“It’s perfect! The orange leaves falling, the cool breeze! Eee I can’t wait!”

“Mmm I woulda liked it in winter to be honest.” Azurys said as they continued down the trail.

“But winter is so cold.”

“More reasons to snuggle up during the honeymoon~.”

The girls shared a quick laugh when the wolves stopped in their tracks and began to growl along with the bears.

“What’s happening?” Litho asked as they dismounted.

“Something’s got ‘em spooked…Azurys, with me. The rest of you stay here.” Beorn ordered as he unclipped his hammer and Azurys readied her bow. For what seemed like forever, the forest was eerily quiet until a lone knight came shambling out of the bushes covered in blood.

“By the gods!”

“Help me…please…” the knight groaned as he fell forward to reveal a rusty spear impaled in his back. The group rushed to help but it was already too late and with his last breath, the knight uttered one word.

“Draugr…”

“What does Draugr mean?” Ruko asked as Beorn removed the spear.

“Undead…they’re here…Crysta, get them back to camp. Azurys and I are gonna check this out.”

“Of course, come along girls,” Crysta advised.

As Crysta and the girls left, Beorn had Thunderbolt in hand and Azurys with her bow and an arrow ready to fire. They both slowly walked through the trees with their senses heightened.

“Beorn?” Azurys said. “What’re the undead like?”

“I haven’t encountered them, but my uncle and Imperius have during their expedition for the Valyrian ore. They’re mindless beings, forced to fight by the curse of the Wendigo King. My uncle told me he must’ve burned thousands of them yet more took their place. It’s a bloody miracle that only one life was lost, gods rest that poor soul, and I shudder to think what might’ve happened if my uncle wasn’t there; let alone manage to convince the Frost Wyverns to cooperate.”

The two followed the blood trail left by the knight before coming across a small clearing littered with shattered weapons and armor yet no bodies to be found.

“This fight was recent…” Beorn said as he rubbed some blood off a nearby tree while Azurys examined the footprints.

"They were chased and then ambushed." She said before catching a foul odor.

“Ugh!! Burning animal flesh!”

“We must be near the camp.”

Azurys led the rest of the way, keeping her nose locked on the scent when they finally came out of the forest and saw columns of smoke rising in the distance.

“You hear that?” Beorn asked while gripping Thunderbolt tightly.

“No…not a thing.” Azurys replied while knocking an arrow.

They walked up a small hill where the smokestacks were coming from, what they found were the remnants of a massacre.

“Gods…” Beorn whispered.

What was left of the camp were burned out fortifications, bloodstained tents and numerous bodies impaled on spikes with flies buzzing everywhere.

“Stay sharp,” Beorn said after swallowing a lump in his throat.

The two anxiously walked through the destroyed camp and tried not to look at any of the mangled bodies they walked past. One had his guts literally torn from his stomach as he still had his eyes open and probably was still alive during the agonizing death. Another had his head split in two with an ax and small bits of brain were scattered everywhere.

Snap!

Both Beorn and Azurys snapped to attention when they heard a noise coming from one of the torn tents. They nodded to each other and crept up to the tent with their weapons at the ready. Beorn slowly reached out to the flap and quickly pulled it aside with his hammer in the air. Inside was a petrified looking young stag and his whole body looked pale as a ghost as there were two dead bodies in with him.

“D-D-D-Death…c-c-comes for us…” he stuttered.

Beorn quickly set aside his hammer as he kneeled in front of the trembling stag while noticing the colors on the two corpses were that of Blueblood and began asking some questions.

“What happened here, soldier?”

“They…they c-came in the night…we were unprepared…they slaughtered us all and then devoured the beasts!”

“The beasts?” Azurys asked before spotting the disemboweled carcass of a warbeast.

“IT WAS A NIGHTMARE!!”

“Easy man!” Beorn shouted with his hands raised when they heard a familiar voice shouting with the sound of marching boots.

“Hello! Anyone alive?”

“That’s Top Notch! OVER HERE!!” Azurys shouted while waving a hand to flag them down.

Top Notch and his commanding officer of the battalion, Corporal Boulder Bash, a large muscled earth pony, came marching down toward the camp. The men all had uneasy looks and some were close to vomiting at the sight of the camp. When Beorn came into view, Boulder Bash saluted him along with the rest of the troops.

“Your highness, King Beorn,” Boulder said politely.

“At ease,” Beorn said.

“Hello my friend,” Top said.

“Private! Do not speak so casually in front of the King! I don’t care if you’re acquainted with him!” Boulder snapped.

“S-Sorry, sir,” Top saluted.

“You’re still too green, private,” Boulder sighed.

“Stand down, officer.” Beorn grunted as they shook hands.

“What happened here?”

“A slaughter. They were ambushed in the night.” The young king said while pointing at the survivor.

“From what I can tell, he must’ve hid his scent using their bodies. He heard everything…”

“Then let’s take him with us.” Boulder Bash said as two of his men carefully escorted the stag out of the tent.

“W-wait! Where’s the big one?”

“Big one?” Azurys asked.

“The one who led the attack! He was massive!! His sword cleaved three men in one blow! And those eyes…”

“How can something be that big?” Boulder wondered.

“Sir!” A soldier called out, peeking through a spyglass.

“To the South! Something is approaching us!”

Boulder took the spyglass and looked through it towards the South.

“What in the gods name…?”

“May I see?” Beorn asked.

Beorn took the spyglass from the disturbed corporal and looked through it. What he saw was indescribable, a large creature with horns on its head approached and dragged a massive sword behind it. There were cuts and gashes all over its mangled skin and it’s eyes were soulless as blood dripped out from its mouth and nose.

“Oh no…” the survivor shuddered.

“It’s come back…? No! NO NO NOOO! IT’S COMING FOR ME!! IT’S COME TO FINISH THE JOB!!”

“Will someone shut him up?!?” Top shouted as the soldiers gagged him.

“Wait…” Beorn said as he got a better look at the creature.

“Oh no...he’s a Swordthane!”

“A what?”

“A blade master! Boulder Bash, take your men and get back to camp! Top Notch, Azurys, you’re with me.”

“Wait. You want us to fight that monster?!?” Top Notch questioned as Beorn readied his hammer.

“We can’t risk that thing following us!”

Despite the king’s orders, Boulder Bash and his squad readied themselves for battle as they formed a line and prepared to charge.

“Didn’t I give you an order corporal?!”

“Indeed you did, sire.”

“Then you will follow that order!”

“No disrespect intended, sire but shove it up your flank!”

Beorn grinned at the officer’s response before returning his attention to the shambling giant. The giant began picking up the pace and growled at the troops as it lifted its sword over its shoulder.

“Hold…” Beorn called out.

The giant then began to start increasing its pace by running into a light jog, its footsteps could be felt from the ground that they stood on.

“Hold!”

The look on the giant’s face made some of the men anxious and fearful, but kept their resolve since they were in the presence of Beorn.

“HOLD!!”

“RRRRAAAAAWWWWRRRR!!” The giant bellowed as it raised its greatsword above its head and went for a heavy swing.

“EVERYBODY DUCK!!!”

The sword came crashing down with full force as the troops jumped out of the way while Top Notch put up a barrier to stop the attack mid swing.

“SHOOT IT!!” Boulder Bash shouted to Azurys who landed a direct hit in the monster’s eye socket before the creature sent them all flying with a swing of his arm.

“Damn! It didn’t go deep enough!” Azurys cursed before spotting a nearby scorpio that was still loaded.

“Got a plan?” Beorn asked as the undead warrior yanked the arrow out of its skull.

“Yeah but you need to keep him busy.”

“Gladly! RRRGH!!”

WHAM!!

Beorn delivered a powerful strike to the monster’s breastplate as it was sent tumbling back, giving the rest of the group time to recover.

“Circle around him! Keep the bastard on his toes!”

SCREEEEEEE!!

The undead warrior let out an ear piercing shriek that forced everyone to cover their ears as it stood there motionless. Things were quiet for a moment until everyone began to hear the distant sound of marching and all began to notice the air was getting colder.

“Azurys...get to that scorpio! NOW!!”

Azurys nodded and sprinted for the Scorpio. The giant kept swinging its mighty sword as the soldiers barely were able to dodge thanks to Beorn’s orders. The wolf girl managed to make it to the weapon and could see her breath already as small patches of frost formed on the ground. She grabbed a bolt for the weapon and loaded it and swung it around to aim at the undead behemoth.

“Steady…steady…!” Azurys said as she aimed.

Beorn side-stepped out of the way from another strike and swung his hammer at the giant’s leg. The bone snapped like a twig as the giant was brought to its knee and Azurys had a clear shot at its head.

“BEORN! GET DOWN!”

THWACK!!

The bolt came speeding towards the monster as fast as a cannonball as it pierced its head, splattering it like a watermelon. The men cheered while Beorn and Top Notch loomed over the creature’s corpse before ordering the men to run back to camp.

“Damn…to think there’s more of these things…” Beorn huffed before noticing the monster’s bracers.

“Hmm. Looks to be my size.”

“Are you seriously robbing a dead man?” The corporal asked as Beorn removed them.

“Sue me later. For now, run!”

The trio ran back as fast as they could back to camp and everyone was scrambling to get everything packed. Beorn spotted Crysta giving orders where she could until she saw Beorn. The two hugged and kissed each other before assessing the situation.

“We’re almost ready to head out, Beorn,” Crysta said.

“With all due respect, almost isn’t really good enough. We need to be gone now!”

“Wait!” Deshi said as she looked around.

“Where’s Ruko?!”

“Wasn’t she with you?” Azurys asked.

“No! She said she wanted to give something to you and went back to where you guys marched to!”

“WHAT?!”

“I’ll go get her! You guys get going!” Beorn orders as he made a beeline back from where he came.

Ruko was halfway towards the area where they had found the slain knight as she felt the air growing colder and noticed that it was beginning to snow.

“A little early for snowfall.” She said when she heard rustling the bushes.

“Oh Beorn it’s you.” She assumed, giving a sigh of relief as she drew closer.

“I was so worried I-!”

“Blleeehhh…”

Ruko let out a quick gasp as a draugr soldier came creeping out of the bushes with a rusty sword and broken shield and within moments, more began to appear like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Oh gods…help…” she whimpered as they drew closer.

“HEELP!!”

“VALHALLAAAAAA!!”

All turned to see Beorn charging down the road atop his war bear Urag followed by Brutus and his pack as they smashed into the undead.

“Get on!” He shouted, holding his hand out to Ruko.

Ruko grabbed his hand as he pulled her on top of the bear and he jumped off.

“Get her out of here!” Beorn yelled as he smacked Urag’s backside. The bear roared as it sprinted away with the wolves and Beorn staying behind. He turned to the group of undead and readied his hammer.

“Alright you rotting pieces of shit, let’s see how you all can handle the power of thunder!”

Beorn charged at the first Draugr and swung his hammer at it. The weapon slammed into its side, sending it flying as he bashed his way through the other group. Meanwhile the wolves were also making themselves useful as they pounced on a Draugr and ripped their throats out or tore at their guts.

“Master! Use my power!!” Thunderbolt cried out after noticing more draugr coming out from the treeline.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Beorn grinned as he began to focus his weapons magic and Thunderbolt began surging with power.

“Thor, I hope you see this!” He shouted as he brought his hammer down, sending a surge of electricity towards his enemies that were reduced to smoldering bones and ashes.

“Well done master!”

“Time to go. FWEEP!!” Beorn whistled, signaling the pack to retreat as they ran back down the road.

Suddenly, a yelp was heard from behind as Beorn turned to see one of the wolves being stabbed in the leg by a surviving draugr. Rage filled Beorn’s eyes as he roared in a fury as he brought his hammer down clean on the creature’s head. He then turned to the wolf who was whimpering from its injured leg.

“It’s okay, boy, I got you.”

Beorn picked the wolf up and hoisted it over his shoulders before running back to the camp. By the time he made it, they were all about ready to leave before he called over some medics.

“See to this wolf’s wounds! I want that leg fully healed so he may continue to run with his pack! That’s a direct order from your king!”

“Beorn!” Azurys cried out as she leaped into his arms to kiss him and noticed the black blood staining his armor.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine. Has the village been evacuated?”

“Yes, we should be seeing an airship right now.”

Beorn looked up to see the ship flying off and sighed with a bit of relief before returning his attention to the camp.

“How much longer?”

“We’re ready when you are sire,” A guard saluted while following him to the command tent.

“Have our men come back from the front?”

“Some sire, others returned to the nearby towns to evacuate their families.”

“And the other officers?”

“Lord Dapper took off the second he heard of the undead, Lord Fancy Pants and the rest await your orders.”

“Good. Have the airships prepare for takeoff, leave the tents behind.”

“As you command!”

Beorn pulled out his holo crystal and dialed for the Crystal Empire. He waited until the image of Shining Armor appeared before him.

“Beorn? What’s going on?”

“Hello, Uncle Shining, there’s trouble on the outskirts of the western border. I just took down a whole group of undead and there’s more on the way. You need to tell Auntie Cadence to start readying the empire’s defenses right away!”

“I understand, I’ll see to it immediately,” Shining nodded as he hung up.

Beorn then dialed for his uncle and the image of him in the middle of doing pull-ups over the airship's edge appeared.

“Beorn?” Lock said as he glanced over his shoulder.

“Hey kid, how’s the border patrol?”

“Bad. We just had a skirmish with the undead.” Beorn said, making Lock cease his workout.

“What? How did they get past the troops?”

“No idea, but they’re here and are massing for an attack. Blueblood’s forces were the first to fall.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry. And Blueblood?”

“No sign of him so far.”

“We’ll get him, for now just get out of there.”

“I hope, so how’re you doing?” Beorn wondered as he made his way to the airship.

“Well…not so good,” Lock admitted as he toweled himself off.

“We’re on our way to Saddle Arabia, Imperius…was captured by Saladin.”

“He what?! How?!”

Lock then gave Beorn an explanation of what had happened, which only seemed to piss him off more.

“I’m sorry, Beorn, he got taken under my watch.”

“Grrr DAMMIT!!” Beorn cursed.

“We’ll be back to help as soon as we can.”

“No.” Lock said sternly.

“You need to stay and protect the citizens. If the undead break through then we all lose. Promise me Beorn.”

The young king grit his teeth as he wanted to protest but knew he wouldn’t win in an argument with someone like Lock.

“I promise…”

“Good, stay safe, we’ll talk soon.”

Lock hung up the holo crystal and Beorn stuffed it in his pocket. As the airship took off, he stormed to his quarters and paid no mind to any he passed by. On the way, he spied the helmspony and pointed at him.

“You there, where’s the nearest settlement that we still need to retake?”

“Erm…a few miles north of our position?”

“Set a course for there, the sooner we take it back the better.”

“Yes, your highness.”

As the ship turned towards the settlement, Beorn entered his private quarters for a much needed bath and some bedrest.

“You alright master?” Thunderbolt asked, still in his weapon form.

“This whole campaign has been a disaster,” Beorn sighed while laying back on the bed cushions.

“Now we gotta deal with the undead? My head is killing me!”

A knock came at the door as Beorn looked to see Ruko peeking in.

“This a bad time?” She asked with a friendly smile.

“Ruko! No, come in. I could use some company,” Beorn said as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Ruko smiled as she sat next to him.

“You seem stressed,” Ruko said.

“What gave it away? The tone in my voice or the look on my face?”

“Both?”

“Yeah, figures,” Beorn said as he fell backwards onto the bed.

“Dad always told me that being King was a cakewalk, but I think he was over exaggerating on his account.”

“You seem to be handling it pretty well, at least that’s what I think,” Ruko said.

“Too many have died in this war, and I just found out my best friend has been kidnapped. It’s like every step forward I take I seem to take three steps back. Just what the heck am I doing wrong?!”

The king ruffled his hair out of stress before flopping back onto the bed as Ruko couldn't help but giggle.

“You’re doing the best you can.”

“Oh! And don’t think you’re getting off for slipping away from Crysta. You could’ve been killed!”

“Y-yeah…sorry.” she smiled sheepishly.

“Crysta said you had something to give me. What is it?”

“Oh yeah,” Ruko reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a red gem with a sigil on it. It looked like a row of fangs as she handed it to Beorn.

“What’s this?”

“My Aunt’s blood ruby,” Ruko said.

“Azurys’ mom always held on to it since it’s the first rare gem they discovered together before she passed. When Azurys left home, she left it and I always wanted to return this to her. But I think you should be the one to give it to her.” Ruko smiled as she gazed at the Ruby.

“I haven’t seen my cousin smile like that in a long time, so…thank you for helping her feel wanted.”

“Heh. Well…we didn't start off that way.” Beorn said as he told Ruko the story of their relationship, unaware that Azurys and her other two cousins were listening in.

“Is it okay to do this?” Deshi asked while keeping an ear to the door.

“Shh!” Lithos hissed with her tail wagging.

“So…when do the fireworks start?”

“Patience girls. Beorn may be a horndog but he’s still a gentleman.” Azurys smirked before hearing something that made her fur stand on end.

“HA HA HA!! So you groped her butt in front of everyone and she slapped you?”

“I…may have gone too far that time,” Beorn admitted.

“But after that we just…clicked.”

“I’m gonna kill him later…” Azurys growled.

“You’re just a helpless romantic aren’t ya?” Ruko teased.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Beorn rolled his eyes.

“Thanks for talking to me, Ruko, I really needed it.”

“Of course, it’s only natural that my cousin’s fiancé remains in a bright mood,” Ruko said.

“And besides, she sure does know how to pick them.”

“What’s that mean?”

Ruko glanced at Beorn with a sly smirk before pouncing on him on the bed. Beorn’s brain was spinning in confusion as Ruko licked her lips at Beorn as her tail wagged side-to-side.

“R-Ruko?! What’re you doing?!”

Chu!

“MM?!?”

“Mmm~,” Ruko purred as their tongues wrestled with each other.

Beorn was still in shock as she broke the kiss to remove her top revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra and proceeded to feel his muscles.

“R-Ruko stop!” Beorn yelped while trying to push her off.

“If Azurys were to find out!”

“Mmm hush. Don’t you know? We female diamond dogs like to share~.”

Beorn was trapped in another kiss as he saw the door open and began to panic when the girls walked in one by one.

“NO! Girls, I can explain!!”

"Ruko! We agreed to go at him together!" Lithos whined.

“Wh-Wha?”

“Sorry girls, but this stud was just too irresistible,” Ruko winked.

“Hold on a sec!” Beorn yelled, finally managing to get Ruko off of him.

“What’s going on here?! How come you two aren’t mad?! Why did Ruko kiss me?! Aren’t we supposed to be engaged?! I’m an honorable stag who’d never violate the sanctity of-!”

“Beorn calm down!” Azurys cut him off.

“I’m not mad.”

“You’re…not?”

“Nope, in fact, this was all my idea.”

“…explain.”

Azurys guided her betrothed back to the bed and gently seated herself on his lap to give him a warm kiss as she explained.

“While I was talking with my cousins, they told me that my uncle; their father wants to enter an alliance with you with his daughters as the bargaining chip for this offer.”

“You mean…more arranged marriages?”

“Mm hmm.” Azurys nodded while gently getting off him to strip.

“And I also bragged to them about how much of a beast you are in bed~.”

“What about Crysta?” Beorn asked, still unsure about the situation.

“She knows, but said she’ll have you afterwards~.” The wolf girl grinned as she crawled onto the bed, enticing her lover by swaying her rump with each step.

“You know you want to~.”

Beorn’s head was doing a marathon as the other wolf girls stripped and joined Azurys. Deshi and Luthos got on top of each other and spread their legs and already wet lady parts as Ruko and Azurys lifted their behinds up and towards Beorn.

“…Odin, give me strength!” Beorn grinned as he tore off his clothes, his erection on full display.

“You’re all now my literal she-wolves! And I will claim you as my own!”

Beorn pounced on Ruko as payback for earlier and kept her hands above her head as he proceeded to growl and lick her neck before thrusting into her.

“Ahn~! B-Beorn please be gentle~!”

“Quiet!” The king grunted as he bucked her against the pillows.

“This is for making me freak out and if you really want to be my wives, you’ll need to learn that I like it rough!”

Ruko grunted and yelped as she was pounded mercilessly while her sisters watched in astonishment.

“Oh wow…” Deshi said as Beorn pushed Ruko against the wall.

“Azurys, how are you still able to walk after that?” Lithos asked as Ruko yelped again.

“You get used to it,” Azurys smiled.

“You three!” Beorn pointed at them as he continued to plow his new lover.

“Give me a show, kiss!”

“Kiss? Us? But we’re cousins! More so, we’re also sisters!”Lithos protested.

“And?!”

“Lithos,” Deshi called out to her sister before grabbing her face and masking her lips against hers. Lithos was surprised but soon relented as she kissed her back before stopping for a break. “Remember all those experiments we did as pups?”

“I was hoping you’d forget that…” Lithos said.

“Well since we’re going to be that stud’s new wives, it’s only natural that we obey his wishes~.”

The sisters slowly began to make out while Azurys grinned at Ruko’s expression. Her eyes were rolled back as she grit her teeth with drool coming down the side, Beorn was truly acting like a beast as he toyed with her body and made her head hang over the edge of the bed.

“Mmm, that’s my love, give it to her~.” Azurys purred while kissing his cheek.

“See cousin? I told you he was good~.”

“Oh gods! I’m…going crazy!” Ruko moaned before she was hoisted up to look Beorn in the eye.

“Tell me Ruko, do you really want a savage like me for a husband?” He asked while squeezing her right breast.

“Yes! I’ve always wanted a strong mate!” Ruko cried.

“I, ahn~, knew it the moment I saw you!”

“Then take it! Be my mate!” Beorn demanded as he thrusted once more into her and unloaded his seed deep in her nethers, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as she came as well. He pulled out from his new twitching lover and turned to the other wolf girls with a hungry grin.

“Who’s next?”

The Changeling Princess was in a separate room of the airship as she was reading a book and enjoying a cup of tea. There was a brief silence until she heard something in the distance.

“Who’s my little bitch?!” Beorn demanded loudly.

“Ah~, I am!” Lithos cried.

“Hmm, seems like things turned out for the better,” Crysta grinned. Her hand snaked down to her marehood as she began playing with herself.

“Soon…it’ll be my turn~.”

A Few Hours Later

The airship landed near the captured settlement and the troops all marched out in single file line. Beorn was next to leave the ship as he had a bright and vibrant smile on his face. Meanwhile, all five of his lovers who followed could barely walk as they supported each other.

“Come on girls, that settlement isn’t gonna liberate itself!” Beorn chirped.

“Coming~.” Crysta smirked while blowing a kiss to her fiancè.

The troops were lined up in their formations with many of the elite forces leading the charge while the less experienced recruits took up the rear.

“His majesty is in a better mood.” One soldier said to the other.

“Three new lovers? A room all to themselves? No surprise.”

Top Notch and Corporal Boulder Bash were inspecting the troops along with Fancy Pants who was dressed in prench armor and armed with a flintlock and sabre.

“You there, soldier.” He pointed to one of the troops.

“Show me your weapon.”

“Yes sir!” The soldier presented his sword to Fancy who gave a few disapproving clicks of the tongue.

“A bit dull around the edge. Soldier, in battle this blade could save your life. Take good care of it.”

“Yes sir!”

“Good man.” Fancy said before noticing another infraction on one of the troops.

“Let’s have a bit more spit and polish on that armor hm?”

“Yes sir!” The soldier saluted respectfully before Beorn came on the scene.

“Afternoon Lord Fancy Pants.”

“King Beorn, glad you could join us. I’m surprised those girls left you with enough stamina to stand.” Fancy joked, earning a chuckle from the troops.

“I always make sure to keep my girls and new girls happy,” Beorn said.

“I can’t feel my legs!” Lithos complained.

“You want another round?” Beorn shot back.

“I would, but then you’d break me!”

“Would that be all bad?”

“Keep it in your pants for once!”

“Make me! And remember what those new collars around your necks say again?” Beorn asked, placing a hand behind his ear.

The girls would only respond by playfully sticking their tongues out at him as they continued the inspection.

“What’s the situation?” Beorn asked in a more serious manner.

“It appears the troops barricaded themselves in the town, I think they’re other survivors from the camp.” Fancy said while drawing his sabre.

“Alright then. Storm the town, no pillaging and no killing civilians. Anyone breaks any of these rules and it’s my hammer to their skulls!” Beorn shouted to the soldiers while unclipping Thunderbolt.

“Very well. Now we just need to wait for our scouting party to return.”

Fancy’s attention quickly turned to the skies after spotting three pegasi scouts coming in for a rushed landing as one of them eagerly ran towards the young king.

“King Beorn! Your majesty!!”

“At ease soldier, what’s the rush?” Beorn asked while placing his warhammer on his shoulder.

“Sorry sire.” The scout paused to catch his breath before giving Beorn a serious glare.

“It’s Blueblood sire, he’s here!”

“You sure?!”

“We saw him with our own eyes, milord. He’s at the town hall with your fathers sword.”

Beorn wasted no time and rallied the troops. A fire burned in his soul after what he had just been told. The bastard prince was here, with his father’s sword no less, and he will reclaim what is owed.

“Soldiers of the North!” Beorn called out to his awaiting army as he paced back and forth on his war bear.

“That town is our next settlement that we must liberate. But there’s more to it than that! The traitor prince is here! And he has my father’s sword!” There was a collection of gasps here and there as Beorn continued to pace back and forth.

“We knew this day would come, the day when we’d face that bastard and make him pay for what he did to my family! My mothers still weeps for his loss! My sister misses her father deeply! My unborn siblings will never see his face!”

“WARBORN!” The men cried.

“WILL YOU AVENGE WHAT WAS LOST?!”

“WARBORN!”

“WILL YOU FIGHT FOR THE BRIGHTER FUTURE?!”

“WARBORN!”

“WILL YOU FOLLOW ME TO THE GATES OF VALHALLA?!”

“WARBORN!”

Beorn turned to the town and raised his hammer and pointed it to the town. A crack of lighting echoed in the sky.

“THEN TO BATTLE! TO BATTLE, IN THE NAME OF WULFRIC WARBORN!”

“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAGGGRRRRHHHHH!!!”

The army stormed the gates as arrows began flying from the walls with many soldiers falling victim to the enemy barrage.

“Get the hooks up here!!” Boulder Bash shouted as two men brought over large grappling hooks with ropes and attached them to the town’s gate.

“HEAVE!!”

The soldiers began tugging with all their might as the arrows continued to fire while others used ramps and ladders to storm the walls. Beorn led the attack on the wall, eager to get his troops inside as he smashed his way through the archers now taking aim at him.

SNAP! CRACK!!

“Come on! It’s giving way!!” A soldier shouted as the wooden gates slowly broke off their hinges with a thundering crash.

“All units forward!! Make your way to the square!” Fancy Pants shouted as he led the charge into the town.

Within a few moments, skirmishes began breaking out on almost every street with Blueblood’s forces being on the defensive as they tried to hold off the allied forces assault.

“Remember, keep civilians out of this!!” Beorn shouted over the battle cries before spotting the one pony he was looking for.

“...Blueblood!”

The traitor prince gave a smug grin as he entered the town hall, practically inviting Beorn to chase after him while his men held the entrance.

“Corporal!” He called out to Boulder Bash after finally getting some time to breathe.

“Find Top Notch and meet me in the town hall. I got a score to settle…”

“Yes sir!”

As the fighting continued, two of Blueblood’s hired bandits tried to ambush Beorn. The young king evaded their attacks and swung his hammer with all his might, sending the bandits flying. The young king could feel his blood boil with rage as he tore his way through the enemy until he finally made it to the town hall entrance where Top Notch waited for him.

“Beorn, is it true? Blueblood’s in there?” Top asked.

“He’s there, alright…” Beorn hissed. He placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. The Dire Wolf pack appeared and surrounded the two as they stood their ground.

“Listen to me Top, I’m going to face that bastard alone. Under no circumstances are you to follow me or let ANYONE in the town hall, understand?”

“But Beorn, are you sure? I can assist you-!”

“I MUST DO THIS ALONE!” Beorn snapped, his eyes glowing red.

“He will pay for what he did, he has my father’s sword! I’ll get it back and take his head!”

Top knew better than to argue with Beorn and all he could do is nod and stand with the wolves. He walked past his friend and kicked the door open and stormed inside as the door slammed shut. The young king made his way to the main hall with his hammer in hand and his eyes glaring with rage. Once he made it to his destination, there, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, was Blueblood in all his shadowy glory as he began clapping slowly.

“Bravo! Bravo. You got here faster than expected.” The prince grinned mockingly at the young king before standing up and revealing Kingslayer.

“You here for this? Lovely piece of steel, this is. I can see why your father was fond of it.”

“You don’t deserve to even look at that blade…” Beorn hissed angrily as Thunderbolt began to spark with electricity.

“Well I don’t see why you want it so bad. You already have that fancy hammer.” Blueblood teased as he pointed the sword to Beorn.

“But if you want it so bad…come get it.” He dared as he extended both arms.

“…Gladly.”

ZAP!!

With a quick flick of his wrist, Beorn shot a lightning bolt out of his hammer, hitting the prince dead center as smoke instantly filled the room.

“HA HA HA HA HA!! You really tried to kill me!” Blueblood’s voice called out as the smoke cleared to reveal a barrier of dark magic.

Beorn grit his teeth as he charged at Blueblood and swung his hammer down onto the barrier as hard as he could. The force was unexpected to the shadow prince as he grunted with each strike against the mighty weapon. Blueblood used his newfound abilities to turn into wisps and move out of the way. Beorn whipped his head around just in time to block Blueblood’s attack with Kingslayer.

“Hah! I shall have this sword live up to its name by doing what your father did with it before! Slay the young king just as it did King Dainn!”

“What was so wrong that you couldn’t accept?!” Beorn demanded as they traded blows.

“My mothers told me about you all those years ago, how you had everything handed to you on a silver bucking platter! Yet you threw in with Dainn because you wanted more! How was it not enough! Why did it all have to turn out this way?! Why did my father have to die?!”

Blueblood seemed to be on the verge of defeat as Beorn continued to bear down on him but his grimace soon turned into a smirk as he eyed the balcony just above them.

“Ask him when you meet him in your little paradise!”

“Huh?”

THWACK!!

“AUGH!!”

SLASH!!

“AAAGH!!”

Blueblood gave a sadistic smile, seeing his trap had worked perfectly. Beorn was now helpless with his left eye cut out and an arrow lodged in his shoulder, making it impossible to lift Thunderbolt as it was kicked away.

“MASTER!!” Thunderbolt cried out before he was restrained by chains of dark magic.

“I figured you weren’t just a normal hammer, so no transformations for you. Oh yes, I know all about it.” Blueblood smirked as Beorn yanked the arrow out of his shoulder.

“Look at you…pathetic!” He shouted as he kicked Beorn over and placed his boot over his throat.

“I hear you Northerners aren’t allowed in Valhalla unless you die with a weapon in hand. Seems you won’t be reunited after all.”

Beorn braced himself as the dark prince raised the sword for the killing blow, so many thoughts were running through the young king’s mind but the one that was constant was that of his family and friends.

“Ta ta…FALSE KING!”

“NOOOO!!”

Out of nowhere, Crafty Dodger came crashing into Blueblood, giving the king a chance to recover as he held him back.

“Grr! Changeling bastard!!” The prince cursed before blasting him back with magic and impaling him on Kingslayer before he could react.

“CRAFTY!!” Beorn cried out as the samurai’s blood trickled to the floor with Blueblood smirking arrogantly.

“Did you honestly think that was going to stop me?” He asked as Crafty Dodger smiled through the pain.

“Shouldn’t you…cough, be asking why I don’t have a sword instead?” Crafty asked before Blueblood noticed the empty scabbard and quickly tried to yank the sword out but Crafty was not willing to let him go.

“NOW BEORN!!”

“HYAAAAAGH RRGH!!”

SLASH!!

In the blink of an eye, Blueblood saw his left arm falling towards the ground before he felt an unbearable, agonizing pain as he wailed in sheer torment while Crafty viciously yanked out the sword and handed it to the young king.

“Crafty!” Beorn cried out as he was presented the blade.

“Grr…finish him!!” The samurai grunted, pointing to Blueblood.

Filled with more rage than he had ever felt before, Beorn seized Kingslayer and charged at Blueblood once again but before the sword would pierce his flesh, the cowardly prince turned into mist and retreated into the shadows, denying Beorn’s justice.

“THAT’S RIGHT!! RUN COWARD!!” He roared into the streets of the town.

“I’ll find you…”

Beorn instantly returned his attention to the dying samurai as he dropped Kingslayer and leaned him against his shoulder.

“Just breathe, you’re gonna be fine! MEDIIC!!”

“Beorn…” Crafty wheezed.

“Don’t talk! SOMEONE COME TO THE TOWN HALL! I NEED A MEDIC!”

“Beorn…it is alright,” Crafty smiled weakly.

The doors soon burst open to reveal medical ponies and Beorn’s lovers. They ran inside and Crysta gasped in horror at the fallen samurai.

“Crafty!” She ran up to him and kneeled next to him as tears spilled from her eyes.

“Crysta…sweet girl, thank the gods…I got to see you…”

“Can’t you do something?!” Azurys demanded the medical ponies.

“I…I am sorry, my lord and ladies, but I’m afraid his wounds are too severe,” the medical pony shook his head.

“Crysta…” Crafty wheezed. “Please hear my words…I must tell you something…about…your father.”

“Crafty,” Crysta whimpered as she held his hand.

“I’ve known all along…father.”

Crafty was both shocked and overjoyed to hear his daughter call him that as they held each other’s hands tight.

“I would’ve…been proud to…walk you down the aisle…my beautiful daughter…cough!!”

“No…father please!” Crysta begged as she hugged him, not caring for the blood staining her clothes.

“I love you.”

“I know my dear, I love you too…you have found yourself a wonderful man…and I know you will both be happy.” Crafty took a slow deep breath as he turned to Beorn.

“Beorn…promise me that-cough! That you’ll take care of her.”

“I…I promise.”

“Thank you… my dear Crysta, I am so sorry…that you grew up all alone…your siblings would’ve been happy to play with you…”

“But I wasn’t alone.” Crysta smiled through her tears.

“You and mother were watching over me.”

Hearing those words made Crafty smile as he held his daughter’s cheek and looked upon her face one last time.

“I love you…my daughter.”

Slump…

Crysta broke down crying as Crafty’s hand fell from her cheek. Crafty Dodger, an honorable samurai, had passed away in front of his own daughter. There was a solemn silence from the rest of the group and Beorn’s rage was still rising as his eyes became more red. He grabbed Kingslayer and marched out of the room and into the square where the surviving enemy troops were rounded up. He flared at the lot before he grabbed one of them by the collar and hoisted him up in the air.

“Where has he gone?” Beorn hissed.

“Wha-?”

SLASH!!

Without warning, Beorn swung the sword and sliced the bandit’s head off and moved on to the next.

“Where is Blueblood?!”

“Why are you-!”

SLASH!!

Once more, another head rolled as the troops and villagers looked in shock and fear.

“All troops!” Beorn ordered.

“I am giving you all a direct order as king! Grab some rope and tie them around the necks of these scum!” The men hesitated before Beorn stomped his hoof with a loud bang.

“THAT’S A BUCKING ORDER!! GET TO IT RIGHT BUCKING NOW!!”

“BELAY THAT!!” Fancy Pants shouted as he stormed up to the king.

“What the hell are you doing boy?!?”

“Executing prisoners, what else!?”

“This is wrong and you know it! Look at these men, they surrendered, they have nothing left!”

“They know where Blueblood is and so help me, I’ll hang every last one of ‘em ‘til they talk!!”

SLAP!!

Beorn was suddenly struck by a backhand before Fancy Pants yanked him by the collar.

“Do you hear yourself?!? You sound just like Dainn Stonehoof!!” He shouted to the young king before letting him go.

“You already have your father’s sword! That sword stood for honor and justice; The values of your clan! Do not taint it with rage and blind vengeance!!”

Beorn stood silent as he looked around to see his men and the townsfolk stare at him. He then looked at his father’s sword and saw the blood that stained it and frowned. He became discouraged with himself that he nearly crossed a line in his rage and it was because of the potion he had drank that awakened the beast inside.

“Please…tend to the wounded,” Beorn said quietly as he slowly walked back to the Town Hall.

“And…send a message to Canterlot. Inform the Queen…that Crafty Dodger has fallen in battle from saving the King.”

“Sire!” A pegasus called out as he swooped in for a landing.

“Urgent report. Undead were spotted on the way here, they’ll reach us within the next hour.”

The townsfolk soon began to panic along with the soldiers as they had been worn out from the recent battle. Beorn stood there, unsure of what to do until Top Notch stepped up and began giving instructions.

“Nopony panic! There’s plenty of room on the airships for all of you. You men!” He pointed to some townsfolk and soldiers.

“Yes, you. Gather all the bodies you can find and pile them in the square, we need to burn those corpses quickly! Everypony else, grab what provisions and valuables you can carry! Hurry now!!”

Everyone quickly got to work and began packing up everything they could. Beorn continued his way back to the Town Hall where he found Crysta still crying over her father’s corpse.

“My darlings, we must leave. The Dead will soon be upon us. You two,” he pointed to the two unicorns.

“Carefully carry Crafty’s body to the ship.”

“Yes, your highness.”

The two unicorns used their magic and gently levitated the body in the air. The girls consoled Crysta as she still cried to herself and they made their way to the airships. Beorn could feel the air become more cold as an unsettling atmosphere filled the air. The ponies and caribou could already hear the screeches in the distance as they scrambled to board the ships. Once the last of the passengers were on board, the helmsmen took off from the ground and into the air. As soon as they were a safe distance, Beorn looked back to see the thousands upon thousands of dead that approached the now abandoned town.

“This war seems to drag on each day…” Beorn said to himself as he looked down at Kingslayer and Thunderbolt in his hands.

“But one day soon…we’ll bring it to the end, one day…father.”

The airships sailed on in silence, there was no feast, nor singing or dancing as the townsfolk and the remainder of the army were worn down from the fighting. The ships soon arrived back at Canterlot where many loved ones awaited to welcome the soldiers home but as for Beorn.

He, his lovers and his friends slipped away to visit King Wulfrics grave. The grave was a monument with a plaque bearing the fallen king's name and placed atop it was an empty scabbard which the young king carefully retrieved as he held up Kingslayer.

“Father.” He whispered as he slowly sheathed the blade with tears of joy falling from his eyes. Beorn fell to his knees, startling his mothers as they held him up while he gripped the sword still weeping with a smile.

“I got it back for you father...I did it…”

End.