Game of Thrones: Equestria

The ports of Saddle Arabia were bustling with commotion as a group of guards stood at attention in front of the ship that had just docked. A Saddle Arabian Noble pony waited patiently at the foot of the docking bay. He was a lean stallion with dark brown fur, auburn mane and tail, and light yellow eyes. He wore traditional Saddle Arabian high-class fabrics and two local mares sat on their knees beside him. The ship’s boarding plank lowered to the ground and out came a group of individuals. The noble’s eyes caught sight of a group of rather alluring-looking mares as they sauntered off the ship, all wearing quite the revealing attire. Their bodies were slender and smooth, with a touch of muscle to go with it. Their clothes did little to hide their figures, except their most precious parts, and even a female dragon was seen with them. They all giggled to themselves as the males gawked at them until a lone unicorn stallion with crimson red fur, yellowish orange mane and tail with red streaks. His eyes were bright amber and the noble noticed his mares and any other female were eyeing at him hungrily. The mares and dragoness who exited the ship in front of him bowed to him as he stood at attention.

“Greetings,” the stallion said in a posh tone.

“I am Lord Crimson Flare, one of Princess Celestia’s most highly decorated lords from the court.”

“A pleasure,” The noble replied while getting an eyeful of his escorts attire with a lustful gaze.

“I am Lord Sand Dollar, what brings you to our fair city?”

“We are here to negotiate on behalf of her majesty.”

“We?” Sand Dollar asked as Princess Selene stepped out from behind, stunning the noble as he quickly bowed down.

“P-Princess Selene!! Please forgive my rudeness!”

“No need for apologies. I’m here to see the Sultan,” Selene spoke in a serious tone with a glare to match her mothers as she looked down on the noble kneeling before her.

“Uh, of course but…why are you with this gentleman here?” He asked as Crimson Flare pulled the dragoness in for a kiss and proceeded to grope her chest and flank.

“He’ll provide the entertainment.”

“I see~.” Sand Dollar’s eyes were once more locked on Crimson’s entourage after witnessing him break the kiss with a wolfish grin.

“Save some for us, master~,” Rarity swooned as she pressed her chest on his arm as one of the thestrals did the same on his other.

“Hmph, you’ll all get your just deserts,” Crimson Flare scoffed as he pushed them all away.

“Now then, I believe we should get going to the palace, Lord Sand Dollar. From what I’ve heard, the Sultan is eager to meet the Princess.”

“Oh most definitely,” Sand Dollar nodded as he turned to the guards.

“Clear the streets! Make sure no pony is in our way! I want a clear path to the palace!”

The guards saluted as they walked in front of the group and they followed. On the way, Lock noticed the deplorable condition the lower district was in. The buildings looked condemned and broken down, almost all the ponies wore rags or nothing at all, the air was foul with rot decay, and they all turned away from the mere sight of them. It pained Lock to see them all like this, but he had to remind himself to keep his character as they neared the wall that separated the poor district from the rich.

“Hmm, just curious, but the Sultan can lend aid to these ponies, can’t he?” Crimson asked Sand Dollar.

“Surely he must have the resources to do so.”

“Why waste good coins on these vermin?” Sand Dollar scoffed, earning him a disgusted look from the group.

“If they’re too poor to support themselves, it’s not our problem. Besides, we have better things to waste our money on!” His expression changed when he pointed to an arena poster showing today's match and on it was a picture of a one winged Pegasus.

“BROTHER!!” Selene shouted as she ripped the poster down to get a better look.

“What’s the meaning of this?! Why is my brother on this poster?!?”

“Why, he is the new rising star of the fighting arena,” Sand Dollar explained nonchalantly.

“The Sultan had him thrown in there after refusing to abide by his hospitality. It is just his way of reminding everypony why he is in power, so that no pony would disobey his word.”

“Is that why his wing is all bandaged up?!” Selene snapped.

“I shall admit, that was a tad excessive, but it was the boy’s own fault for allowing it to happen to him.”

This motherfucker is lucky I don’t go dragon and devour him… Lock hissed darkly in his mind as he kept his poker face.

“Princess Selene,” Crimson Flare said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Need I remind you why we are here.” He gestured to the chains clamped on her wrists.

“Please try to refrain from doing or saying anything foolish that would jeopardize our positions.”

Selene took a breath and calmed herself before carefully folding the poster and tucking it away in her dress as they proceeded to the palace. On the way, they noticed Imperius had become quite the celebrity as numerous shops were selling posters, figures and other items with his image on them.

“Step right up! Get your limited edition Warrior of The Sun Figurines!!”

“Toy replicas of Imperius’ weapons right here!!”

“You want ‘em? We got ‘em! Warrior of The Sun T-Shirts!!”

“He seems quite popular,” Crimson said.

“But of course, as I have mentioned, he is a rising star,” Sand Dollar said.

“I just wonder how much his popularity will soar, come the tournament.”

“Tournament? What tournament?” Selene wondered.

“The Freedom Tournament,” Sand Dollar explained.

“Once a year, Sultan Saladin holds a fighting tournament at the coliseum. Many of the slaves held there get a chance to fight until one is left standing. Just so they can face the champion and battle for the ultimate prize: their freedom. Only one has held the title of champion for many years, and he has yet to be bested.”

“Sounds more like a cage match than a friendly tournament,” Crimson said under his breath.

The group arrived at the checkpoint of the gate as Sand Dollar informed the guards of their new guests. They were all allowed entry and were met with a whole new atmosphere in the rich district. The buildings looked new, the streets were paved in stone, the air was much cleaner, and the ponies were all well-dressed. However, despite the somewhat brighter atmosphere, Lock spied more ragged dressed ponies here and there. He even saw a stallion walking down the street with a mare crawling on all fours beside him.

“So…you all still keep slaves, hm?” Lock asked, trying his best to keep calm.

“Oh but of course. Slave trade has been part of our empire for centuries. If only Celestia could see the benefits of this trade.”

“My Mother HAS seen it. First hand, should I remind you,” Selene hissed.

“Oh uh…yes, the Stonehoof incident,” Sand Dollar said in an embarrassed manner as he bit his thumb.

“Um, let’s put all that aside. We’ve arrived!”

The group arrived at a large gate made of iron and decorated with golden phoenix’s.

“Mm, a bit gaudy,” Rarity said as her fashionista sense kicked in.

“Your servant is a bit mouthy, Lord Crimson.”

“My apologies. Bad girl!”

Sorry Spike!

SPANK!!

Rarity yelped as Lock’s hand left a bright red print on her rear as she gave a pouty look but Lock could swear she winked at him as she continued to whine like a filly.

“Master, that hurts!”

“Keep it up, and you get a fresh one,” Lock warned her with his hand raised. Rarity then smirked seductively as she turned around and bent over, giving him and anyone around a generous view of her bubble-butt.

“Well…if you insist~,” she cooed, giving her tush a shake.

“That, uh…won’t be necessary,” Lock shook his head.

“So long as you know your place.”

“Yes, master!” Rarity giggled as she wrapped her arms around his and pressed her breasts into his arm.

As Sand Dollar chuckled at her antics and turned away, Lock shot Rarity a bit of a stink eye.

“Cool it with the flirtations! Remember, this is all an act!” He whispered quietly.

“Yeah, and besides, you already got a man!” Tarra whispered as she hugged Lock’s other arm.

“Oh calm down you two, my husband won’t mind. In fact, I hope this story will get him riled up when I show him this outfit~,” Rarity said as she gave a mischievous giggle that scared some of her teammates.

“Oh sweet Celestia…” Star groaned.

“She’s got it bad for her man,” Mist grinned, feeling somewhat envious.

As soon as they entered the palace, their ears were suddenly filled with music and laughter and the scent of food filled their nostrils. It was like they suddenly walked into a festival.

“Well, this certainly is fancy,” Crimson said

“The Sultan always enjoys hosting festivities when he is in a good mood. And lately, he has been in a surprisingly better mood,” Sand Dollar said.

The group all strode in and their attention was gained by nearly everyone in the room. The males all gawked and stared at Lock’s entourage in awe and hunger. Most of the males’ eyes were glued to either their breasts, flanks, and sometimes their faces. As for the females, each of them were giving Lock a predatory look. None of the local noble mares had ever seen a noble stallion from Equestria look so rugged-looking, yet dressed so refined. It wasn’t hard to accept that he was an attractive stallion, they all just wanted to know what it would be like to spend the night with him.

“Attention!” A servant called out to the crowd.

“Announcing the arrival of his glorious majesty, Sultan Saladin of Saddle Arabia!”

Everyone in the room clapped as the Sultan himself marched in as the curtains parted away at his entrance. He had a prideful smile stretched across his face as he waved to his guests and a servant quickly handed him a glass of wine.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said.

“This day is a good day to hold one of my many soirée’s, for I have recently acquired a special new toy for my coliseum! So eat, drink, relax, even grab a servant mare to buck for all I care! It is my pleasure to allow you all to indulge yourselves.”

Many of the attending nobles did as the Sultan announced with some of the mares willingly exposing themselves to their guests as they pounced on them like wild beasts, while others gorged themselves on food and drink.

“Your majesty.” Sand Dollar called out to his Sultan.

“We have guests, emissaries from Canterlot.”

“Do we now?” Saladin said and quickly chugged some wine as he approached the group.

“Welcome honored guests! Princess Selene, is that you? You’ve grown,” The Sultan said with a fake friendly smile, but all could see him trying to look down her chest.

“Lord Saladin, it’s a pleasure,” Selene replied with a fake smile of her own as she clenched her hands together, eagerly wanting to punch his teeth out. Her shackles clinked a little from her hands shaking.

“And you are?” Saladin said to Lock.

“Lord Crimson Flare,” Lock greeted.

“I was sent by Princess Celestia to escort her daughter in order to come to a peace treaty, as you have requested.”

“Hmm, yes, a treaty would be beneficial for both our countries,” Saladin hummed.

“After all, I have admittedly been aligned with the traitor Prince Blueblood for a while now. His payments are quite generous, so long as I provide resources such as troops and weaponry. I was even willing to send him a prototype my engineers have been working on.”

“Prototype?” Lock questioned.

“Another time, for now there is something I must address to you, Lord Crimson Flare,” Saladin pointed out.

“I don’t very much trust you, even if you were sent by Celestia. That mare has given me quite a bit of hassle, and it is suspicious that she would concede oh so quickly. Luckily for you, I am in a pleasant mood, so I shall give you a chance to earn my attention and maybe my trust.”

“Seems fair, how shall I prove to you?” Lock wondered, making Saladin grin wickedly as he pointed at Rarity.

“You, white one, show me how you serve your master right here and now,” Saladin ordered.

Lock felt a lump in his throat after hearing such a demand as he turned to Rarity who was walking towards him with a sway in her hips.

Oh hellfire! I know I’m bound to Lucifer already, but I am DEFINITELY going to the lowest circle of Hell for this!!

Lock screamed in his head before he felt Rarity’s lips on his and they began to slowly make out.

“Mmm, master~,” The white mare purred as she made Lock kiss her shoulders.

“Suck on my breasts,” She whispered, sounding serious.

“What?! But-!”

“Just do it!”

Rarity pulled her top down to expose her chest to her master as he squeezed both her breasts together, making a good amount of her milk leak out before latching on.

“Ahhh~!” Rarity sighed while the Sultan gave a sick grin and stroked his beard.

“Keep going, this show is just getting good,” Saladin said as he leaned back and sat down on the many cushions.

Lock had no choice as he glanced at Rarity, but then saw her give an ever so slight nod of approval.

Spike, all I can hope is that you won’t hate me too much for this! It’s all for Imperius!

Lock continued to suckle on her breast as milk dripped out and he drank it. They both sank on their knees on the floor as the rest of the group stared. Selene tried to look away, but her face burned since she was unable to. The Night Witches and Tarra also stared with calm expressions, and slight arousal, as Lock filled his mouth with some breast milk and latched his lips onto Rarity’s. It surprised her to taste her own milk, something she had not done before, but she moaned even more into his mouth as they kissed.

“Tasty?” Lock asked.

“Very~,” Rarity cooed.

“Good.” Lock then laid on his back as he spread his legs a bit for her, gesturing to the bulge in his crotch.

“Now, continue to tend to my needs, and you might just be rewarded.”

Rarity dropped to all fours and loomed over the tent in his pants with a hungry look in her eyes but just as they were about to get started, the Sultan clapped his hands and ordered them to cease as he stood from his seat.

“Very good! You have trained them well, Lord Crimson.”

“Uh…thank you, your majesty…” Lock stood up and sighed with relief and could once again swear he saw Rarity wink at him as she playfully put her top back on with some of the crowd looking disappointed.

“Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way…how about you all come join me at the arena?” The Sultan offered with arms stretched out with a genuine smile.

“An excellent offer, Lord Saladin, but may we first unload my luggage in whatever guest room you have for us?”

“Oh but of course! I’ll have my servants escort you right now,” Saladin said as he snapped his fingers.

The servants obeyed and carried their bags as they led them out of the main room. They walked through the halls until they came to a set of double doors and walked inside. The room was extravagant looking, filled with an assortment of furniture and a bed for each of them.

“Nice room,” Lock nodded and waved the servants away. Once they were gone and the door closed, Lock exhaled heavily as he slumped in the chair while pulling on his mane.

“Fuck almighty! I thought I was gonna lose it! Did that fat bastard seriously expect us to get it on in front of everyone?! I mean, what the fuck’s wrong with him?! Is common decency nonexistent around here?! We almost literally fucked!”

“Calm down, darling.” Rarity said while fixing her makeup as the others went to different parts of the room.

“It was all part of the act and it’s not the first time I’ve done this.”

“Oh come on, Rarity! You’re married and have a daughter!” Lock spat as she continued to fix herself up.

“We went as far as to kiss each other! And letting me do…that to your breasts?!”

“I know, but Spike understands the nature of my job and knows what it entails.” Rarity said calmly.

“And let me tell you a little secret.” She leaned in to whisper.

“Whenever I tell him I slept with another man, he gets riled up~.”

Lock then noticed the seductive look she was giving as she stood up straight with her arms crossed as they pushed up her breasts a little.

“I even allowed him and Garble to ravish me~.”

Lock’s eyes twitched after he realized why Rarity was Luna’s spymaster. She was the best at disguises, infiltration, assassination and most of all Seduction.

“If it makes you feel better, darling, I’ll ask him to invite you.”

“I’ll uh...pass,” Lock said.

“Pretty sure Rainbow and Applejack would kill me for that.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rarity shrugged. She then grinned as she lunged at Lock and straddled him.

“Just so you know, I personally find you exceedingly attractive. Especially when you’re a pony. My loyalty to my marriage is unparalleled, for Spike is my one true love. However, for the sake of the mission, if in fact that brute did ask for a full performance, I give you full permission to do with me as you please.”

“B-But I’m against violating another’s marriage!”

“Shh…” Rarity shushed with her finger.

“I know your morals and code would say otherwise, so don’t think of it as that. Think of it as just fulfilling your duty as both a man and as a knight.”

“I…I don’t know,” Lock sighed as he looked away.

“Marriage is sacred, Wulfric invited me into his, but this is different. What if I can’t go through with it if the time comes?”

“The answer will come to you, darling, you’ll see,” Rarity said as a blinking light flashed from her pocket.

“Oh dear, baby emergency,” She said as she pulled out a holo crystal to see Spike holding their crying daughter.

“Hi honey!” Spike said in a cracked voice.

“Sorry to bother you at work, I just-!!” He paused to see Lock underneath his wife.

“Oh don’t mind us darling, you were saying?” Rarity said.

“SPIKE! IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” Lock yelped out of the blue.

“Right. I can’t find Cinder’s teething ring! Do you remember where it is?”

“Of course dear, it’s in the freezer,” Rarity replied calmly as she watched her husband rummage through the freezer to find the teething ring and give it to Cinder.

“There ya go sweetie,” he sighed with relief.

“Again, sorry.”

“No trouble at all, Spikey Wikey. Now be sure to give Cinder extra kisses for me!” Rarity smiled as she waved hello to their daughter.

“Hello Cinder my sweet filly! Mommy will be home soon, okay?”

The little filly reached out to her mother as Spike eyed Lock.

“So that’s your pony form, huh Lock?”

“Spike, I-!”

“Dude, relax, you’re as paranoid as my wife when she can’t find the right fabric,” Spike chuckled, making Rarity pout.

“This is part of her job, as I’m sure she’s told you. I’m not mad, because I know she loves me and is as loyal as I am. So whatever may happen over there, just go with it. It’s totally fine.”

“Uh…okay?”

“Besides, she always sends me pics in those outfits she wears~.” Spike grinned while wiggling his eyebrows at Rarity who bashfully looked away.

“Oh spikey, you’re the sweetest. Love you!”

“Love you more! Bye hon.”

As the crystal deactivated, Rarity returned to her captive between her legs and licked her lips as she felt his chest.

“We should head back soon, but you can’t walk around with this~,” she whispered, looking at the tent in his pants.

“Well I can’t help it when a sexy ass mare is sitting on me,” Lock deadpanned.

“Then allow me to remedy that, right Tarra?” Rarity asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Go for it, I like to watch,” Tarra grinned.

Before Lock could retort, Rarity was already snaking her way down on her knees and eyed his bulge. She locked her lips as she pulled down this fly and pulled out his throbbing equine member, getting a full whiff of his musk.

“Rarity, I don’t think-”

“Babe, just shut up and let her work,” Tarra said.

Rarity soon got to work as she pulled down her top again and sandwiched her breasts around Lock’s shaft. She hummed in delight as she began to move up and down, giving the tip an occasional lick.

“Holy hellfire in a handbasket…” Lock groaned.

“Just how the hell did I end up in this situation?”

“Just enjoy it darling~,” Rarity cooed while smooshing her breasts around his member.

“Besides, we’re being watched.”

Lock then noticed two shadows standing in front of the door and could hear whispering in the room next door. Clearly, the Sultan was not taking any chances with his group.

“By the way Lock, do you mind if I record this? Seeing another male ravage me really works up Spikey Wikey~!”

“And I thought Rainbow was kinky…” Lock grunted before she ceased teasing him and fully removed her top.

“One more thing. I asked you to suckle my breasts cause they’ve been sore for a while.”

“Is that the only reason?” Lock said as she gave his tip another lick.

“Maybe~.”

He pulled out his smartphone and tapped it a few times before readying the camera.

“Make a good show for your husband,” Lock said as he hit record.

“We’ll send a copy with a magic crystal.”

“Hello, my darling Spikey!” Rarity cooed as she stroked Lock’s dick.

“As you can see, I’m deep within enemy lines and must act the part. So I’m about to have some steamy fun with my new master~. I do hope you enjoy it, so that when I return you can return the favor to your darling wife!”

Rarity then took Lock’s shaft in her mouth as she puckered her luscious lips around it. She slowly pulled her head back as she sucked, leaving a trail of lipstick, all while gazing lustfully at the camera. She snaked one of her fingers down to her quivering marehood and dug a couple fingers in her snatch, making her moan as she serviced her temporary lover.

“That feels nice, slut,” Lock scoffed, making sure Saladin’s spies heard him.

“Tell your husband how I taste.”

With a loud pop from her lips, Rarity hummed in delight as she pressed his shaft against her cheek.

“He tastes divine, Spikey, but not as good as you. Watch as I take it all the way down my throat~.”

With a deep breath, Rarity swallowed Lock’s member all the way down to the base. Lock bit his lip as the mares and Tarra masturbated at the spectacle. Selene, meanwhile, was hiding in the bathroom to avoid watching due to embarrassment.

“That’s so bucking hot,” Star said.

“Swallow that dick, girl!” Misty cheered.

“Does her throat feel nice, babe?” Tarra purred.

“Very, she’s a nice little cocksleave,” Lock chuckled when Rarity pulled out with another pop.

“Thank you, my darling master~,” Rarity moaned, her eyes a little glazed.

“Now let’s show Spike a more personal performance. Ride me, now,” Lock ordered as he angled his camera.

The spies outside could hear everything as Rarity began to moan louder and a thumping sound could be heard. Right up to the point where they didn’t need to lean in to listen.

“Should we report to the Sultan?” One spy asked his partner.

“And miss this? Tartarus no! Besides, it could be a trick,” The other spy shook his head, not wanting to admit that this sounded hot.

“AHH! Master, what’re you doing?!?” Rarity shrieked through the doors.

“Why bucking you upside down of course~!” Lock said, finally making them back off.

“This could be a while.”

“We should report to his majesty.”

An Hour Later

After their steamy fun and managing to clean up again, the group were escorted to the Coliseum where the Sultan was waiting for them. Each of the mares and Tarra had happy smiles and looked as though they were glowing, Rarity especially. The undercover fashionista was clinging to Lock’s arm and giggled every so often, ignoring the slight twinge of pain between her legs. Lock on the other hand, felt a slight bittersweet feeling since he just slept with another man’s wife.

“This…kinda feels wrong for me,” Lock whispered.

“I mean, I get it was for convincing them who we were pretending to be, but it still felt wrong doing it.” Lock glanced down at Rarity who was still smiling up at him.

“Not to mention that video you made me record and send to Spike. You two have weird fetishes.”

“Well, so does Rainbow Dash,” Tarra pointed out quietly.

“Not the point,” Lock retorted.

“Are you sure what we did was…appropriate?”

“Morally, no,” Rarity admitted.

“But if me and my husband don’t seem to mind, then you have nothing to worry about.”

Just then, the music in the arena began to kick up in a rhythmic drumbeat as a lone stallion ran into the center of the arena.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! Welcome to another exciting bout in our fabulous arena!!”

The crowd hollered and whistled for a brief period as they were asked to quiet down.

“Today we have a special treat. By the grace of the Sultan himself, we have decided to unleash one of the most ferocious and bloodthirsty beasts…he has consumed many a warrior that has dared try to slay him! He is the undisputed king of the sands! I give you…THE MIGHTY!! TATZLWURRRRM!!”

The announcer quickly fled to a nearby podium as a large gate was raised and a giant, scarred Tatzlwurm came slithering out with an ear splitting shriek that made many in the stands cover their ears.

“The one who faces this beast today is our newest rising star! He has shown mercy to many of his opponents but many more have fallen by his spear!” The announcer paused as many of the crowd members were on the edge of their seats.

“He is the one winged fighter! The prince of piercing strikes! The Warrior of The Sun!! PRINCE! IIMPERIUUUUS!!!”

“IMPERIUS! IMPERIUS!! IMPERIUS!!”

The group looked to the other side of the arena to see the gate open. A young stallion came walking out that made Selene gasp and the others went wide eyed. Imperius looked completely different than before he was captured. His body looked more broad and muscle bound, his mane was long enough for him to tie into a short ponytail, and he wore plated armor that covered his shoulders, elbows, knees, and torso. He was armed with a long bident and he had a crossbow on his back with a quiver on his hip. As for his wings, one of them was wrapped up in a wing cast and held in a leather tourniquet. Imperius narrowed his eyes at his monstrous opponent as he gripped his spear.

“Lord Crimson Flare!”

Lock managed to tear his gaze away as Saladin beckoned him over to sit by him.

“Come, come! You’re just in time for the main event of the day!”

Lock forced a smile as he and the others walked over and took their seats. As Selene sat next to Lock, Rarity sat on his lap and Tarra sat on the other side while the rest of the mares sat around him.

“I hope you weren’t too busy with your servants,” Saladin said with a smirk.

“She’s a needy one sometimes,” Lock said as he reached down to grope Rarity’s flank.

“But it’s worth it, isn’t it my pet?”

“Oh! Master~,” Rarity purred as she felt her rump being pinched.

Their attention returned to the arena after the announcer gave the signal to begin. The two circled each other for a moment when the beast lunged at the prince only to be struck by his spear and driven back as dust and sand were kicked up by its massive body.

“He’s got ‘em on the run!!” One spectator shouted as he watched the prince leap high into the air for a killing blow as the tatzlwurm slithered back.

“WATCH OUT FOR HIS TAIL!!” Another shouted as the tail smashed Imperius into the wall.

“Brother!!” Selene cried out, catching his attention.

“Selene?” Imperius said in shock just before narrowly dodging the monster’s jaws.

“Why you!!” He growled as he shot out one of its eyes with his crossbow, earning a cheer from the crowd.

The beast roared in pain as it thrashed about and whipped its tail around in an attempt to hit the young prince. Imperius sprinted in a circle, jumping and dodging the beast as he searched for an opening. When the worm swung its head and its good eye faced away, Imperius ran towards the worm and began running up its body. He readied his bident until he made it to the worm’s head and aimed his crossbow. He fired at the other eye, blinding it and making it thrash around more. Imperius held on as much as he could and waited for the right moment. Everyone was on the edge of their seat as Imperius rode the worm and never let go. As soon as the worm swung its head up, Imperius released his grip and was sent flying upwards. He raised his spear and pointed it downwards and fell from the sky. With his aim steady in the center of the worm’s head, Imperius drove the bident deep in the worm’s skull, piercing its brain as the worm roared in agony. Soon the worm stopped roaring and fell to the dirt. Once the worm was confirmed to be dead, Imperius yanked his bident out and swiped it to the side to clean it.

“How’s that?! You bunch of noble pricks?! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!” Imperius shouted.

“Ha! He actually said it!” Lock said in an amused tone as the crowd cheered.

“UNBELIEVABLE!! You all saw it here folks! The king of the sands has finally met his end! Hail The Warrior of The Sun!!”

The crowd let out a thunderous cheer while Imperius ran to where Saladin and the others were seated and smiled to see Selene looking back at him.

“Sis, w-what’re you doing here?” He asked as the guards came to take him back down to the holding cells.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Selene shouted as they took him away.

“No wait! Sister!!” Imperius yelled as he reached out for her.

“Just wait for me!” Selene cried with tears in her eyes.

“Just please stay strong!”

“LET ME GO!! SISTER!!”

Imperius tried to fight back but was dragged away to the other side of the gates. Selene whipped her head to the Sultan with a glare as she marched up to him.

“I want to see my brother! I don’t know what kind of sick treatments you’re putting him through, but I want to see him right now!”

“Calm yourself, girl, your brother is fine,” Saladin said as he sipped some wine and called for one of the guards.

“Take the princess down below to her brother and guard her well!” He ordered with a finger pointed up.

“Or it’ll be you we feed to the beasts.”

“Yes my Sultan.”

“Now then, I’d like to hear how your little white mare was in the sack, Lord Crimson Flare,” Saladin said playfully.

“Well as you can see,” Lock said, reaching up to Rarity’s breasts.

“Her tits are as soft as marshmallows.”

“Ahn~,” Rarity whined, pressing her rump into Lock.

Fuckn’ hell, I hate this, Lock grumbled in his head.

Selene was escorted down to the slaves quarters where many slaves eyed her curiously. Some gave her cat calls as she was led to the nicer looking part of the dungeons. She soon arrived at a cage where a minotaur, two zebra mares, a couple griffins, and other ponies sat inside. The guard unlocked the cage as Selene stepped inside.

“Hey Prince! We got somepony here for you!” One of the guards barked. From the inner walls of the cage, Imperius peeked out and saw his sister.

“SELENE!”

“IMPERIUS!”

Both young ponies ran to each other and hugged for their dear life.

“You kids have ten minutes,” the guard informed them.

Selene wepped with joy as she broke the hug to get a look at her brother who was shedding tears of his own.

“I missed you…” Imperius said as they hugged again. Selene saw her brother’s bandaged wing and felt heartbroken, unable to imagine the pain we went through.

“We’ll get you out, I promise,” Selene said with a smile as she kissed his forehead.

“Is mother alright?” He asked, looking worried.

“She is strong,” Selene frowned. “But not invincible. Seeing your bloody feathers in a box almost broke her.”

“That bastard Saladin, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

“So are ya gonna introduce us or not?”

The other inhabitants of the cell approached as Imperius smiled at his sister.

“Selene, this is Bruze. He’s been teaching me new tricks and putting me through intense workouts.”

“G’day to ya.”

“This is Mona and Ebony, the zebra mares who’ve been treating my injuries.”

“Hello,” Mona said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Ebony said with a nod.

“This is Razor and Big Beak, they’re what you might call the gossipers of the dungeons. They’ve been keeping an ear out for any useful info said by the guards.”

“Sup,” they both said.

“And these other ponies and creatures are from all around Equestria who were brought here against their will,” Imperius said.

Selene looked around and could tell these were not your usual prisoners despite their rugged looks and bowed to all of them with a warm smile.

“Thank you for taking care of my brother.”

“Our pleasure, miss!” Big Beak said with a wide smile along with the rest.

“And just so you know, he is quite the gentleman,” Ebony said with a wink.

Selene’s eyebrow twitched as she glared at Imperius.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?”

Instead of getting flustered like he usually would, Imperius just rolled his eyes.

“Ebony, no teasing, remember?” He groaned.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Ebony pouted.

“Sorry about her, sis, she likes to tease me a lot since we became friends.”

“Hmm, so you say,” Selene said.

“So, no offense Princess, but why the bloody hell did you come all this way in the first place? You’re basically playin’ into Saladin’s hands,” Bruze said.

Selene glanced at the guards in the room and had to be careful of what she said. She then got an idea from something they used to do when they were younger. A secret language that only they would know.

“Imperius, wessa comea nota lone,” Selene said.

“Wessa bringa da ponies n’ hoomana ana da weechis of a da nighta and a da locka!”

“Errr, what did she say?” Razor asked.

The prince simply nodded in response and carefully looked around to make sure the guards weren’t listening in on their conversation.

“Find Princess Jasmine, she can help,” he whispered as the guard came back.

“Time’s up. Sorry, your majesty.”

As the guard gently pulled her away, Imperius held onto her hand for as long as he could before she was escorted out of the dungeon. For a moment, everything felt cold for the young prince as he watched his sister fade from sight. In a fit of rage, he slammed the bars with a furious yell.

“Poor lad,” Bruze frowned.

“Bruze,” Imperius said, not facing the Minotaur.

“Remember those Minotaur techniques you said were passed down from your kind?”

“Aye, what of it?”

“I want you to teach it to me.”

“Lad, I highly recommend reconsidering. Your training so far has proven quite fruitful and besides, Minotaur combat skills are not for ponies such as yourself.”

“I don’t care!” Imperius snapped, banging his fist against the bars.

“I need to get stronger, no matter what it takes! Even if it means learning things that are unorthodox for my body! I’ve only got one good wing, 32 fights won, and the tournament is less than a month away! What’s worse is that my own sister is here!” Imperius turned to Bruze with a glare.

“So do it! Teach me your ways! I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Having no other choice, Bruze sighed with defeat and agreed to teach the prince but there was one condition he had to agree to.

“Tonight, you rest. No training, no workouts whatsoever.”

“What? Why?”

“In order for these techniques to work, you need to be relaxed and right now you’re two wound up. Girls, escort him back to his cell please?” Bruze called for Ebony and Mona to take him as they each grabbed an arm.

“Huh? Wait a second!”

“Come with us, Imperius,” Mona said.

“You need rest, especially after fighting that monster worm,” Ebony said.

Despite the young prince’s protests, the zebra mares pulled him into his personal chambers and shut the door. Because of the back-to-back wins, his room now has nicer furniture and a larger bed with clean sheets. He even had a cupboard filled with food in case he got hungry and a closet for armor and normal clothes. Mona and Ebony sat Imperius down as they removed his upper gear, all the while Imperius was frowning.

“Your sister is really pretty,” Mona said.

“Yeah, I was surprised to see how she’s related to you. Then again, I can see the resemblance,” Ebony said. Imperius said nothing as he kept his frown.

“Imperius, I know it’s tough, but at least she’s here now, right?”

Imperius gritted his teeth as the last of his gear was removed and the bandages on his wing were changed.

“That’s the problem! She’s here and that pork-bellied bastard plans to do…I DON’T KNOW!!” The prince groaned in frustration as he ruffled his mane before flopping onto the bed.

“All of this is too much!!”

“I’ll say. You’re so tense.” Mona said while massaging his arm.

“Just try to calm down, it’ll be alright.” Ebony added as she rubbed the other arm.

Imperius had calmed down enough to seat himself up as they rubbed his shoulders and fixed his mane, all while giving him warm smiles like they were newlyweds.

“You girls spoil me, you know that?” He smirked.

“Well you deserve to be spoiled. You take care of us, just as we take care of you.” Mona replied while pressing her chest against his back.

“Feel better?”

“...a little.”

“Good, because we’re here for you whenever you need it,” Ebony said as she hugged his arm.

“You’ve probably been put through more stress than any of us in this cell combined. I would hate to imagine what it’s like to be separated from my sister, especially since we know what you’re going through.”

“You do?”

Mona frowned as she sat next to Imperius on his left and Ebony on his right.

“When we were foals, we lived back in Zebrica in a small village with our parents. It was by the shore and it was a peaceful life. But then the Sultan’s slavers came and attacked our village. Our father was killed protecting us and my mother tried to run away with both of us. We were on the run for a month until they caught up to us in another town. Our mother told us to run while we made our escape, but I got lost and was separated from Ebony. I never knew what happened to my mother, and I didn’t see my sister for a whole two years. I barely got by as I just kept on moving from town to town until we finally managed to find each other. Seeing my sister after two years was gut wrenching because I thought she was taken or killed. We promised to never let each other become separated, even after we were finally captured and brought here. We worked as servant mares for a long time, that’s how we became friends with Jazzy. We only ended up in the dungeons after one of Saladin’s inner circle tried to have his way with us and I smashed a vase over his head.”

“You know I don’t like it when you tell that story,” Ebony sighed.

“But it’s Imperius, so I say it’s fine if he knows.”

Imperius sat there, completely stunned by the story he just heard and suddenly felt his heart racing as he looked at the two sisters smiling at him.

“Well, we’ll leave you alone now.” Ebony smiled when she felt the prince hold her hand.

“Wait…” Imperius said as she gently sat on his lap.

“Something wrong? Need another-MM!”

Chu!

Mona gasped as her sister was kissed and caressed by the prince as they fell to the bed with Imperius on top.

“Imperius…I-”

“Ebony,” Imperius said, looking down at the zebra mare. “And Mona, I feel like I should apologize.”

“For what?” Mona wondered.

“For not thanking you two enough for your kindness. Ever since I got here, you’ve both done nothing but support me, help treat my wing, and give me a shoulder to lean on whenever I feel down for myself. I’ve only experienced this with my marefriend back home, so it’s a little surreal when it’s not her for once.”

“What are you saying?” Ebony asked, feeling her cheeks brighten.

“I guess what I’m saying…is that I’ve started to grow fond of you two,” Imperius admitted, looking away nervously.

“It might sound weird coming from me, but it’s just how I’ve come to feel for you two as of late.”

Ebony’s bashfulness slowly faded as she smiled at Imperius and pulled him down for another kiss and rolled herself on top of him.

“Care to do the honors?” She asked flirtatiously while pressing her breasts on his chest.

Imperius gulped as he reached for the strap to her top and gave one gentle pull that freed her mounds with a quick bounce that made his wing pomf.

“Oh my!” Mona exclaimed at his reaction with a giggle.

“Uh...sorry…” Imperius blushed.

“No need to apologize,” Ebony giggled as Imperius reached up to touch them but she stopped him.

“Before we proceed, there’s something we need to confirm with you.”

“Er, what’s that?”

“You see Imperius, we have never really been in a relationship before,” Mona said as she crawled up behind him and placed his head on her lap.

“In fact, it would surprise you that we’re both still inexperienced.”

“R-Really? How, if I may ask.”

“Bruze and the others always respected our boundaries and kept any other male away. The point is, we also care about you as you do us. So we would like you to tell us upfront if you’re serious about all this.”

Mona leaned down to stare into Imperius’ eyes. “Do you…like us?”

“Y-Yes, of course I do.”

“Would you say…you’re begging to love us too?”

“Uh…” Imperius struggled to find the words as Gummy flashed in his head. He was still promised to her as his fiancé, but then again she might be open to the idea since these mares were always there for him. Not to mention that they were both very beautiful in their own rights.

“Yes Mona, Ebony, I can say that I’ve begun to love you as I do my own fiancé.” Imperius reached up to cup Mona’s cheek. “So…when all this is over, would you two like to join me in starting a herd with Gumdrop?”

“Of course!!” Both mares cheered as they kissed him.

“You go ahead sister, I need to get out of these~.” Mona purred as she began to strip while Ebony gasped at the feeling of Imperius’ hands squeezing her.

“Mmm!”

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no! It actually…feels really good!” Ebony gasped as she arched her back but would get an even more amazing feeling when Imperius latched onto her right breast and pulled her in closer.

“Oh my! You’re so aggressive~.”

“And you’re so beautiful,” Imperius replied, making the mare gasp.

“B-Beautiful?”

“Of course, you both are very beautiful.”

“No pony’s ever called us that,” Mona said as she loomed over Imperius in her naked glory.

“Thank you Imperius.”

Ebony pulled back as both zebra mares gong in between his legs and gazed hungrily at the bulge in his trousers.

“Our brand new coltfriend has quite the silver tongue, wouldn’t you say Mona?”

“Oh most definitely, it only makes me want him to keep praising us more so we can fall more in love with him,” Mona purred.

“I think he deserves some recognition for his kindness and compassion.”

Both mares pulled off his trousers and allowed his dick to spring free. Because he had not showered yet from the fight, both zebra girls got a full whiff of his musk that sent shivers down their spines.

“Ooh~, he smells lovely.”

“Wonder how he tastes~?”

They immediately went to work by licking and kissing his shaft, causing Imperius to bite his lip at the spectacle.

“Girls, shouldn’t I bathe first?” Imperius asked, still holding his smirk.

“Mmm, we don’t mind~.” Ebony smiled.

“Yeah. Besides, we can bathe later~.” Mona smirked while giving him a few strokes.

“You want the first go, sister?”

“Ohh yes~!”

Ebony positioned her mouth right above her lover’s erection with a hungry look but was still feeling nervous since it was her first time and started off with a gentle peck to the tip.

“Hmm…Ebony?” Imperius called out.

“Yes?”

“I hope you won’t be mad but consider this payback for all those times you teased me.”

“Huh? GLLK!!”

Ebony was completely caught off guard after feeling her lover push his hard member all the way down her throat. Her eyes were looking like they were about to pop out of her head until she felt him pull her mane slightly before pushing her back down.

“Mm! Mmm!!”

“Oh wow! Your throat feels great~!”

“Oh my…that’s so hot,” Mona moaned as she snaked her finger down to play with herself.

At first Ebony tried to resist, but the taste and sensation of Imperius’ shaft made any doubt she had gotten tossed out the window. He was rough, but not to the point where he was choking her. She soon found herself slithering her tongue all around each time his dick went down her throat. Imperius could soon see little hearts in her eyes as her moans became more loud.

“Having fun?” Imperius asked as he let her go for her to breathe.

“More~!” Ebony moaned.

“I want to taste you more!”

Not waiting for him, Ebony helped herself and downed his mast on her own.

“Oh sister, I’m so jealous~,” Mona whined.

“Come up here Mona, I’ll share some love with you too,” Imperius beckoned.

Mona grinned as she crawled up and latched her lips on Imperius in a sloppy make out session. Both sisters’ marehoods were completely soaked as they kept up their fun time with their new lover.

“Ebony…” Mona whined as she looked down at her sister.

“Let me taste him too.”

“O-Okay…” Ebony said with heavy breathing.

The two switched and Mona got to work by smothering her breasts around his member and took the tip in her mouth. Ebony crawled up and positioned her soaked flower right above his muzzle.

“Eat me, Imperius, eat me whole~.”

The prince smiled as he pulled her down and began eating her out while squeezing her flank and was surprised to find it as soft as Gumdrops but what seemed to entice him more was their exotic striped coats that seem to hypnotize him with each look.

“Mmm!” Mona whimpered while gripping her lover's mane. Though it was a bit painful, Imperius didn’t seem to mind and even gave her flank a good pinch on both cheeks just to hear her cute yelp.

“Eee! Imperius!” Mona giggled, biting her lips.

As they continued, the other gladiators were having lunch in the common area as their cries of pleasure were mixed in with the tortured screams of the other prisoners.

“Just another day in the arena.” Big Beak said while munching on some bread.

“It’s about time they got hitched,” Bruze said but then frowned.

“I just hope I can teach him all I can with the time we have left.”

“What do you mean?” Razor asked.

“This don’t leave the table, but…I went to visit my brother over a week ago.”

“Huh?!” Everyone gasped.

“Bruze, why would you do that?! You know what that monster is like!”

“Of course I know! He’s my bucking brother for Tartarus sake! But the kid convinced me otherwise.”

“Well…what did he say?” An earth pony mare named Velvet Stride asked.

“He’ll help, but only if the kid beats him at the tournament.”

“That’s just plain crazy,” A pegasus stallion named Pine Wood scoffed.

“That big bastard will kill him!”

Bruze knew they were right but couldn’t bring himself to tell Imperius and sighed before taking a sip of wine from his tankard.

“We just have to put our faith in the lad.”

Back in the prince’s chambers, both Mona and Ebony were nervously bent over for their lover who took turns kissing their necks and shoulders while holding their hands.

“Are you girls ready?”

“Y-yes.” Ebony blushed.

“Y-yes!” Mona stuttered, making him smirk.

Imperius positioned himself under Ebony as he aimed his dick accordingly.

“Just relax, and lower yourself at your own pace.”

Ebony nodded and began lowering herself. When the tip of his mast touched her marehood, she flinched but proceeded on. His dick entered her slowly until he felt the thin barrier that was her virginity. With a deep breath, Ebony lowered herself all the way, whimpering in the process as she gave her first time to the prince.

“You alright?”

“Y-Yes, I’m fine…I’m just so happy!” Ebony cried with a smile.

“I finally found a mate who I can come to love with my sister!”

“I’m glad, I’m gonna start moving now.”

Their pace was slow, but still as sensual. Ebony moaned each time he thrusted up into her and he clasped his hands on her flanks. Mona leaned down and kissed Imperius and moved her breasts up for him to suckle on, to which he latched his lips onto her right nipple.

“Ah~, how does he feel inside you Ebony?” Mona asked.

“He feels-Mmm-amazing~!” Ebony cried out.

“It hurts at first but then you feel like you’re flying~.”

She then noticed Imperius was enjoying the sensation of her sister’s breasts and found it to be rather adorable since he looked like a foal nursing.

“Mmm, you sure like breasts, don’t you Imperius~?” She asked, letting her hips grind against him.

“You know…we have a special herbal remedy that induces lactation if you’re interested~.

“Really?” Imperius asked before Mona pushed her chest into his face.

“No talking with your mouth full~.”

Ebony giggled as she began to bounce on his shaft. Their love making lasted for a while until Imperius felt a familiar tension build up in his groin.

“Ebony, I’m close!”

“Release inside me!” Ebony cried out.

“I want to feel you blast your load in me!”

Imperius grunted as Ebony slammed her hips down and climaxed along with Imperius. He seed gushed into her womb as her fluids sprayed all over his crotch. Basking in the afterglow, Ebony fell to the side as his mast slipped out. His seed spilled out of her marehood and she could only smile satisfyingly from their session.

“I’m yours now,” Ebony said between breaths as she looked Imperius’ way.

“You’ve now claimed me as yours, and I’ll always be yours.”

“Now it’s my turn,” Mona said as she laid on her back and spread herself.

“Claim me too, Imperius, I want to feel your love as my sister has.”

The prince gave Ebony a quick peck before climbing on top of her sister with a gaze that seemed to make her nervous. Even as they held each other’s hands.

“Mona?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

With perfect timing, Imperius kissed her deeply as he pushed his stallionhood into her. Mona gave a muffled cry as she clawed his back, feeling her virginity being taken but despite the intense pain, she did not want to let him go.

“Mmmm!” She cried out as they broke the kiss.

“I-Imperius…”

“Come here.” The prince said as he hoisted her up by her flanks and kissed her again.

“Mm! Mmm~.”

Mona bounced on his lap as his dick pressed against the entrance of her womb each time she went down on him. Imperius noticed the same little hearts in her eyes as she gazed down at him with adoring affection.

“I-I love you too!” Mona said.

“Stay with us, please?!”

“Always,” Imperius said as he latched on to her nipple.

Mona threw her head back as she hugged him close and kept bouncing on his lap. The feeling of flying was incredible as her tongue flopped out and her moans became more loud.

“You both are my precious gems,” Imperius whispered.

“I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

“Yes! Us too! We won’t ever leave you or hurt you ever!”

“I’m glad, now get ready, I’m about to cum.”

“Oh please release inside! I wanna be marked too! I want to be yours forever!”

Imperius bucked his hips up a few more times, finally managing to enter her womb on the last thrust, and release his load into his new mare. Mona’s eyes rolled back as she came as well and they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“I feel so full…” Mona moaned as they collapsed back on the bed. Ebony crawled up on his other side as the three shared a kiss.

“I love you both,” Imperius said.

“We love you too,” the zebra mares said.

They soon all fell asleep to rest for the rest of the day. Imperius may have been stuck here against his will, but now he has a new motivation to keep fighting.

Meanwhile, back in Prance

Antoinette sat on her throne with the queen-mother standing next to her. Antoinette sighed as she looked down at her bulging belly and placed a hand on her bump.

“(I wonder how your father is doing, Dimitra?)”

Thump!

“(Yes, I’m worried for him too.)”

The doors opened to reveal the other human who arrived as he approached the throne with Jacques walking beside him.

“Afternoon, ladies,” Phill waved nonchalantly.

“You all look well.”

“Thank you, Monsieur Phill,” Antoinette smiled.

“How’s the wee lassie?”

“Gumdrop is still held in her room with my little sisters,” Antoinette sighed.

“Lisa and Corporal Cherry Top are awaiting our commands as soon as we hear anything about the whereabouts of Clover.”

“Have our spies heard anything, Jacques?” Elizabeth asked.

“Nothing concrete yet your highness but rest assured, we have informants all over the city.”

“Good. As soon as you find her, inform me at once and especially if she is with that Uba character.”

Jacques bowed in acknowledgement of the queens request when one of her maids came in.

“Pardon me, your majesties.” She said as she bowed.

“How is Miss Gumdrop? Did she eat?” The queen mother asked with concern.

“Yes but the poor girl is still heartbroken.”

“I see…” Antoinette stood up from her throne.

“Mother, handle the court for me. Monsieur Phill, walk with me. Jacques, keep your ears open for any report.”

Everyone nodded as Antoinette left the throne room and Phill.

“Tell me, Monsieur Phill, you have a special somepony on your world?”

“Me? Naw, it be too late for this poor lout to get hitched,” Phill said.

“Truly? But you seem so spirited and charming. I would imagine any mare would be lucky to have you.”

“Cheers, but I guess ya could say me heart is done withered away due to one too many heartbreaks.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Think nothin’ of it,” Phill waved it off.

“I was a reckless lad during me youth, in the end it was me recklessness that waned on me spirit. Ya see, lass, love is like a stirabout, it must be made fresh every day. However, I left it out to spoil and I sorta lost the Will to try and make it again. But I don’t let it bother me none anymore, ‘cause I got me wee little girl and me strapping young lad.”

“You have two children?”

“Aye, I took him in after saving him from Trottingham. He’s been a good son, along with me daughter. I pray to the lord every day to give me strength to raise the both of them as best I can.”

Hearing this made Antoinette smile and have wonderful thoughts about the moments she would have with her daughter. As they continued their stroll, Phill noticed a wanted poster of a caribou with a missing ear and the reward for a thousand bits if this criminal was captured.

“I hate to ask but…” Phill hesitated.

“Why does the Lord Regent want that piece of filth so badly.”

“Hmm…well according to my mother, he and Sir Marshall have a history.” Antoinette said as they stopped to rest on a bench.

“Fifteen years ago, Lord Marshall nearly took his head during the liberation of The Crystal Empire but he managed to escape and hasn’t resurfaced until now.”

“Ahh so it’s a feud then.” Phill scratched his beard with concern.

“I just hope his vengeance doesn’t become an obsession.”

They soon arrived at Gumdrop’s room where her little sisters were already exiting her room.

“Hey big sis,” Ninon sighed.

“How is she?” Antoinette wondered.

“She just sits there,” Fiona frowned.

“We’ve tried everything to get her spirits up, but nothing’s working,” Zoe said.

“I see, well I came here to see if we could try.”

The younger mares nodded as Antoinette and Phill opened the door to see a sad sight. Poor Gumdrop was sitting on the bed, mane and fur unkempt, ragged clothes, and red puffy eyes as she stared at her wedding band. The two adults looked at each other as they walked in and Antoinette sat at the edge of the bed as Phill stood off to the side.

“Gummy?” Antoinette said.

“Sweetheart, how are you better after finally eating something?”

Gummy would not answer and just curled up holding the nearest pillow she could grab as Antoinette wrapped her in her arms much like a parent would.

“We’ll find him, we promise.”

“But…” Gummy finally spoke.

“What if you don’t find him? What if he’s gone forever?”

“Oh no no. Sweetie, don’t talk like that.” Antoinette calmed her by stroking her head and letting her lean on her shoulder.

“We promise, everything’s going to be alright.”

“Aye, lassie,” Phill nodded.

“Lock’s on this job, and I’ve known the bastard long enough to know that when he sets his mind to somethin’, you’re sure as shite better believe he’ll see it through. The lad is probably going through hell, but not for long.” Phill sighed as he glanced out the window.

“We can’t let our minds go dark when someone precious gets taken. Lock almost did if it weren’t for the people he now has in his life. That there weddin’ band? It’s an oath, ya see. An oath that no matter where he may be, he’ll always be aimin’ to come right back to ya. I may not know the boy meself, but from what Lock’s told me, he’s also a tough young man.”

“But how can you know that?”

“Because…I have faith.”

Phill smiled at the young mare as she seemed to brighten up a bit when one of the palace guards came rushing through the door.

“Your majesty, urgent report!”

“What is it?” Antoinette asked as he caught his breath.

“One of our informants overheard there’s gonna be a meeting near the wharf and there’s more.” He stood up after finally calming down.

“Uba was the one planning it.”

Antoinette and Phill’s eyes went wide for a moment along with Gumdrop’s. Finally, they found one of the culprits responsible for the prince’s kidnapping.

“Summon Lord Marshall at once!”

“Yes my lady!”

“Gummy, stay here and freshen up okay?”

“O-Okay!”

Antoinette and Phill quickly returned to the throne room where a few unicorn guards were readying a portal to Canterlot. Their magic combined with each other as a gate opened up and a squad of the guard’s finest soldiers. Leading them was Marshall, dressed in his signature black armor with his sword in hand and next to him was Gregor in full plate armor. The gate closed as Marshall and Gregor bowed to the royal mares and Marshall shook Jacques hand.

“Good to see you, old friend,” Marshall said.

“Oui, mon ami,” Jacques nodded.

“Your majesties, an honor,” Gregor said to Antoinette and Elizabeth. As the mares greeted Gregor in return, Marshall spotted Phill beside them.

“Ahem, g’day, sir,” Phill said, approaching the lord regent.

“Me name’s Phill, Phill McHaggard, I’m a friend of Lock’s. I’m here to help with the Clover situation.”

“A pleasure.” Marshall said as they shook hands.

“Is it true? You found Uba?”

“According to our spies.”

“Good. That piece of crap has escaped me long enough. Tonight, he dies!”

“And the rogue princess?” Gregor inquired while leaning on his axe.

“Nothing so far but if he is there, she will be too.”

“Well that’s all and dandy…” Phill trailed off when he noticed familiar markings under Marshall’s sleeve. He grabbed Marshall’s arm and pulled it down to reveal the tribal brands.

“You too?”

“What do you mean?” Marshall wondered as he pulled his arm away.

“You partook of the bloody Devil’s Fruit?!”

“I did, what if it?”

“Lock, ya selfish, inconsiderate, blimey git! When ya get back and I have me fuckn’ hands on you!” Phill cursed to himself.

“Hey!” Marshall called out to look Phill in the eye.

“Lock warned me of the price I had to pay for this power but I still paid it, but right now the piece of shit who ruined my family is in our grasp. So if I have to burn in the deepest reaches of Tartarus then so be it!! He is not getting away from me again!”

Marshall stormed off as Gregor gave a whistle. He had never seen the lord regent so angry before, especially with the trails of smoke coming out of his armor.

“Bloody hell, it’s always the emotional ones, I swear,” Phill grumbled as he and Gregor followed after him.

They soon arrived just by the palace gates and Marshall, Gregor, and Phill stood in front of the squad of soldiers. Along with Corporal Cherry Top and her squad.

“Listen up! Today is a day we’ve been waiting for many moons! The bastard that took my son and almost broke my family has been sighted and expected to arrive at the wharf! Furthermore, the treasonous Princess Clover might be there as well, but the main focus is Uba! The mission is simple, kill or apprehend anypony at the wharf, find and take the treasonous former princess, but leave Uba to me!”

“Yes sir!”

“Gregor, you shall be in charge of leading our troops should there be a skirmish. McHaggard, I’ll leave locating Clover to you. This night is only over until Uba’s head rolls, as it should have done 15 years ago.”

“You can count on us, Marshall,” Gregor nodded.

“Aye, let’s get the bastards!”

Later That Night
Prench Fisherman’s Wharf

The night was cold as the only sounds heard were the waves crashing against the wharf. Marshall and Gregor and his soldiers were all hiding within the shadows, ready to strike, as Phill and Jacques were up in a wooden towers for a bird’s eye view.

“You think they’ll come?” Gregor whispered to Marshall.

“Trust me, I know Uba, he won’t stay away from something like this,” Marshall growled.

From opposite sides of the wharf, two carriages surrounded by dozens of ponies approached each other. Once they were a yard apart. The doors to the carriages opened. Uba stepped out of one carriage as he held a briefcase and the other had a Saddle Arabian stallion walk out with a large case in both hands. The two men walked up to each other with stern expressions.

“That must be the seller,” Marshall said.

“Seller?”

“According to the informant’s intel, Uba is going to try and buy something for Clover.”

“You’re late,” Uba scoffed.

“You try hiding something like this with guards walking everywhere in this bucking city,” the seller said.

“Whatever, so that’s it? The prototype firearms Saladin’s been working on?”

“A brand new kind of rifle.” The seller replied with a grin as he brought out a strange looking rifle.

“What kind of musket is that?” Jacques asked as Phill got a closer look.

“Oh fock me! That’s not a musket, that’s a bloody rifle! How the hell did they make one of those?!”

The merchant would demonstrate how the weapon worked by loading an even stranger looking projectile and have one of his guards place a shield at the edge of the dock as his target.

“Observe.”

KA-BLAM!!

Ringing out in a shot that forced everyone to cover their ears, the blast pierced the shield and reduced it to splinters as Uba grinned with satisfaction.

“Ohh, Princess Clover is gonna love this!”

“I have several crates ready for shipping.” The seller smirked as he presented the contract.

“If them guns get shipped, the alliance is done for!” Phill whispered as Marshall unsheathed Nightfall.

“Attack…NOW!!”

All soldiers rushed out of their hiding spots and charged at the surprised mercenaries.

“Shit! It’s the fuzz!”

“You fool! You allowed yourself to be followed?!” The merchant hissed.

“Does it matter?! All troops! Cut them down!” Uba commanded.

The fighting started and both sides were at each other’s throats. Phill stood up as Jacques aimed his musket and took shots each time.

“Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good,” Phill prayed as he tapped his forehead and shoulders with his fingers. He unsheathed his sword and unfurled his wings out wide. His body shined bright like a beacon and he swooped down with his sword at the ready.

“Let the Lord’s light judge you all!”

In a flash of light, almost half of the smugglers found themselves cut down under Phill’s blade while the rest were blinded long enough for the guards to restrain them along with the merchant. In the ensuing chaos, Marshall spotted Uba fleeing into one of the buildings and quickly gave chase before anyone could go after him.

“Marshall, wait!!” Jacques called out but it was too late.

“(Damn!) Get these scum in chains now!!”

Marshall followed Uba in the building and found himself in a room full of mirrors. The lord regent paced around them all with his senses sharpened.

“Evening Marshall,” Uba said, his voice echoing throughout the room.

“Show yourself Uba!”

“Aw, is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“You and I are far from friends, you sick bucker!”

“Now that’s not nice, didn’t your wife tell you how sensual I can be?”

Marshall paused his walk through the mirrors as Uba cackled.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday…I can still feel her flanks in my hands and her throat on my cock.”

“Shut up…” Marshall grit his teeth as smoke wisps seeped out from under his armor.

“You should know by now how much of a screamer she is. After all, I made her wail that night.”

“Shut. Up.” Smoke surrounded Marshall more as Uba continued to toy with him. The mirrors shower Uba in every one as they grinned sickeningly at Marshall.

“And let me tell you, I take pride in my work and I’m one to revel in it. Would you like to know what she said that night when I plowed her snatch hard? She said…that she’s a good little Sun Bitch who lived to suck cock and bear as many heirs of Dainn as he wanted, mine included.”

“GRRR! I SAID! SHUT!! UUUUUUUPPP!!!”

In a burst of pure rage and hate, Marshall used his devil powers to smash every mirror, creating a shower of glittering shards until at last he spotted Uba at the very end of the building.

“No escape this time Uba!!”Marshall hissed.

“WHITE SNAKE!”

He turned his arm into vapors and grabbed Uba by the throat and dragged him to the upper platform of the building.

“No powers! No tricks! This time-I CLAIM YOUR HEAD!!”

Uba coughed and gagged as he drew his sword and watched as the black knight stomped towards him with his black sword gleaming in the moonlight.

“Fifteen years I hunted you…Fifteen years, you eluded me! Now it all ends.”

“Yes…FOR YOU!!” Uba shouted as he lunged at Marshall only to have his sword knocked out of his hand before seeing an armor plated fist coming towards him.

CRACK!!

“THAT’S FOR MY WIFE!!”

CRUNCH!!

“THAT’S FOR EQUESTRIA!!”

As Uba reeled from the bone shattering impacts of Marshall’s fists, he suddenly felt his shoulders being pierced as the Lord Regent used his hidden blades and dragged him to the edge of the platform.

“And this-IS FOR MY SON!! AAAAARRRGH!!!”

Uba screamed in horror as he was thrown into the the pile of broken glass below. Just as Gregor and Jacques arrived, they witnessed the horrific scene as the stag was impaled on the glass shards with his eyes still wide with fear.

“I’m not done with you…” Marshall seethed as he slowly marched towards Uba, smoke pooling out from his armor. Marshall’s eyes then turned bright amber as Uba felt like he was looking at a demon.

“A…ahrgh…gah!”

“I missed your head fifteen years ago.” Marshall raised his sword above his head.

“I won’t miss this time.”

“D-DAMN YOU!!” Uba screamed as Marshall brought his sword down.

SLASH!!

In one fel swing, Uba’s head was sliced clean off and rolled away from his body. Blood spilled out from the corpse as Marshall’s eyes glowed bright amber.

“I already am.”

Marshall swiped his sword in the air to clean the blood off as he walked past Gregor and Jacques. The three made it back to the fighting area where many mercenaries were either killed or subdued. Meanwhile, Phill stood outside of the carriage Uba arrived in as a squad of soldiers surrounded it.

“This is your last warning, lass, come out quietly or I’m comin’ in there to drag ya by your hair!”

After a minute of silence, the guards ripped open the door to find the carriage empty.

“Ya sure there was another passenger in here?” Phill asked one of the guards.

“I swear, there was another! Maybe they slipped out during the fighting?”

Phill grew frustrated and slammed the floor of the carriage when he heard and odd hollow sound.

“Ya hear that?” He asked when one of the soldiers removed the carpet to reveal a trap door.

“What do we have here?”

Phill reached in and grabbed the hatch and pulled it open. Lying prone in the hatch was none other than Clover as her eyes widened in shock.

“There ya are!” Phill grinned as he grabbed her.

“Unhand me! Get your filthy mitts off me this instant!” Clover shrieked as she was pulled out of the carriage. She was forced out as Phill held both her arms. Marshall approached the girl with a glare as she looked up at him in irritation.

“How did you find out about our arrangement?! This was supposed to be top secret!”

“Guess ya weren’t as careful as ya thought,” Phill gloated.

“Silence! This isn’t over, you hear me! No prison can hold me! Not even my sister can keep me locked away! Not even-!”

“You had my son captured, and my future daughter-in-law’s heart shattered because of it,” Marshall growled.

“Wha-!”

SLAP!!

Clover gasped as she was struck across the face with everyone else staring in shock.

“Get this bitch out of my sight.”

“How dare you! I WILL-MMF?!”

“Shut it.” Gregor said as he stuffed a rag into her mouth with a grin that made the troops laugh as she was dragged away.

“You alright, mate?” Phill wondered.

“I’ll manage, I always do.”

The rest of the night was met with silence for the allied troops. The soldiers were able to confiscate the weapons as everyone headed home. Marshall felt a little better, now that Uba was slain and Clover captured. Now all he could do is wait patiently for his son to come home. This night would one to remember for the rest of his immortal days.

End.