Equestria, a Game of Thrones

Inspired by the show, 'Game of Thrones' this story tells of Celestia and Luna's rise to power, a journey filled with war, blood, lust, and pain. Nopony ever said that the game of thrones was an easy one, and the things that a pony must be willing to do in order to gain political power... This is a darker tale... a grimy tale... a tale... of the Equestrain Game of Thrones

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this story is rated M for all kinds of naughtyness, if you've ever seen 'Game of Thrones' then you'll know what I'm talking about, lots and lots of blood, lots and lots of sex, lots and lots of epic warfare(that will be realistic) treachery, incest, assassination, and kin-slaying(murdering own familly members) this is an intense story of gore, dirty clop, and ambition, there can only be one winner in the Game of Thrones... the one willing to do any and everything

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EPISODE 1 The Contenders

*for a game to insue, there must be challengers, all with their own reasons, all with their own tale, but in the end, never forget! there can only be one victor... only one...* excerpt from the secret book of Bemnal the Fallen

In the olden days of Equestria, two and a half thousand years before Nightmare moon, their lived three great houses of the unicorns, five houses of the pegasi, and seven houses of the earth ponies.

An uneasy aliance has formed between the three races, set forth by their leaders two decades ago, but although it would appear that all things within the small territory of Equestria is peaceful, one would be a fool to believe it... in Equestria, each of the rulling races is governed by a republic, chancelors are elected to represent each race, and the three chancelors of the three races rule Equestria in an unsteady court.

Only those from the great houses have the funding and social status to be considered for representative...

House Crathahorn, the least powerful house among Unicorns, Gilded Mane, wife to the head of house Crathahorn is in labor... how unusual... considering that her husband has been away for over a year... whispers of indecency spread like wildfire to the nation's Unicorns, such a noble Unicorn with such foul goings ons is not fit to be of the great houses.

"break down the gate!" a Unicorn in fancy clothing commanded, the mob levitating torches did so, thier majiik ripping the iron from the stone walls, the mob charged up to the small castle, the mid-day sun splaying over the mob as they headed forth into the stonework, not paying any heed to the beauty of the crafted woodwork.

Into the main hall they charged, some guards stood before them, but the sheer numbers of the mob overran them, majiik flew left and right, fire balls, lightning bolts, sharp objects hurled at high speeds through the dining hall of the castle, impailing guards and mob alike.

"TO THE HARLOT'S CHAMBERS!" somepony screemed, it was hard to make out who in that chaos, soon ashes and blood flooded the floor, and the remaining mob members rushed up the stairs to the highest floors of the castle, they were met with several barriers which were easilly taken down, then they were met with enchanted barriers, those took longer, but were also taken down.

Higher and higher the Uniorn mob climbed, led by Briar Heart, leader of the Sparkle clan, the highest of the three Unicorn houses, oh how long he'd waited for the Crathahorn's to slip up, to make a single mistake, now he'd take them out for good, he'd kill that slut of a wife, then when Caramon Carmel returned, he'd be exiled for the shame of his wife.

'and then one less challenger...heh heh' the black coated Stallion cackled at the thought.

the blood crazed mob reached the top floor, and charged off to a bed chamber, many servant fillies were scorched or impailed by floating spears along the way until they reached the golden doors of the bedchamber, yet no sooner had they opened the door, then Briar had been slung through the air into the opposing door on the other side of the hallway, his boddy slammed into the wood, cracking ribs.

Briar's body fell to the ground, his head hazy, he should have raised some wardes and shield spells, but he'd been too over confident.

The mob found themselves in a state of panic at seeing their leader so injured, they all turned to the room to behold a tall red Unicorn, flowing brown mane and golden eyes, captain of Caramon's personal army, and by the rumors, the father of Gilded Mane's soon to be foal.

Briar rose to his hooves while cackling that sickly laugh of his, that disgusting raspy choke of a laugh "ah! Rastlin the Red! so the infidel shows hims-" Briar was cut off as Rastlin slammed the stallion's body against the stone work of the floor, then immolated his body, but Briar was prepared this time and surrounded himself with flame shield, blocking out the heat, but the impact of the floor still hurt...

The mob turned to Rastlin "stand aside traitor! and give us that harlot!" the pony who spoke found his stomach slashed open, his guts pouring out onto the castle's rock, a sick gurgling noise erupted from his mouth as he fell.

"anypony else want to challenge me?" Rastlin asked in a cold calm voice that harbord decades of wisdome and majiikal power.

"pathuh!" Briar spat out blood and a few teeth "you can't hide her forever you Traitor! actually? how about we just burn down the entire estate! the traitor to his lord and the despot harlot, burned together, why it almost sounds like a bard's tale!"

Rastlin stared Briar down with death in his amber eyes.

"AAAARRGGHHHH!" a feminine screem of pain sounded from behind Rastlin, the sudden noise caused him to turn, his focus broken, and that was all it took for Briar to act, majiik missles slammed into Rastlin, knocking him onto his back with great force, the mob poured into the room like an ocean of death, ready to kill the mare and her unborn foal... well... previously unborn.

A wetnurse and chamber maiden were helping to deliver the foal, Gilden Mane lay on her back, heaving with sweat pouring down around her dark yellow coat, her bright gold mane matted down with perspiration, another screem sounded, echoing into the midday sun.

As if to answer her, the sun's light suddenly increased tenfold, the light blinding all within the room.

And then there was a cry... a whine of a newborn foal...

The sun's light died down, returning to it's normal frequency, all the ponies who had covered their eyes now stared at a white Alicorn Filly.

A burst of light, and suddenly a Green coated Stallion with a short orange mane appeared in the room, brown eyes survayed the room "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Caramon carmel appeared in the room, glare set upon his rival Briar.

Said black Stallion smirked that split lip, ugly smile of his, the kind of gangly disgusting smile that just made you want to beat his face to a pulp with your bare hooves.

"did you know that your wife has been laying with your guard captain?" he cackled once more.

Caramon looked a little unnearved but held his ground "what evidence do you base this off of?" he demanded.

one of the mob members strode up to answer the green Unicorn "the fact that you've been gone far to long for that thing to be yours!" the mare jutted a forehoof towards the now nursing Alicorn, a tiny little curl of pink hugging around the alabaster horn.

Caramon shook with rage "I've been teleporting here multiple times throughout the year you FOAL!" the sheer anger from his voice seemed to permeate as it sent the mare back a bit.

The mob froze, this new revelation processing through their minds "..." all eyes turned to Briar Heart.

The black gangly Stallion panicked, his head snapped around at all the glares. "ah... well... w-what proof is there of that?!"

All of the remaining servants fervently swore that they'd seen him multiple times in the castle throughout the months.

Briar's eye twitched. "AAAARRGHHH!" all eyes snapped onto Gilded Mane, her pregnancy was apparantly not over "another child?" somepony whispered.

...

the day wavered on, and soon it came time for night, the former mob of Unicorns gathered outside the castle, all of them focusing their majiik, unifying it into one with the rest of the Unicorns throught Equestria, a giant light shone like a beacon to the heavens, and slowly but surely, the sun set, and the moon rose, but as it did so, it did something that it had never done before, of it's own accord parts of it began disolving away, until only a crescent moon was left.

The Unicorns all blinked and began blathering in confusion with oneanother, what is this phenomenon?

an ear piercing shriek sounded from inside the castle, everpyony rushed in and back up to the noble mare's chambers to see a small very dark blue Alicorn filly with a lock of light turquise blue mane curled around her small black horn.

After some nursing, the two fillies rested in their mother's embrace, Gilded Mane could no longer stay awake and passed out.

"TWO Alicorns? how is this possible?" somepony gawked.

It was rare enough for one Alicorn, as they were only born once every five thousand years, but now and here... two had been born...

Caramon smirked "clearly this shows how high the Crathahorn house is, for the gods have blessed us!" he pranced over to his wife, all eyes following his every move, still resounding with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

"by the gift of the celestial bodies, I name my daughters, Celestia, born of the sun, and Luna, born of the moon! blessed by the gods!" he levitated the two fillies in the air for all to see, pride swelling in his heart.

the Unicorns cheered and praised, all except for Briar, who in the far back was grinding his teeth "damn you..."

...

some time later, Briar was charged by the republic with three hundred thousand bits in payment for property damage to be payed in full to Caramon, as much as that vexed the black stallion, he couldn't go against the majority vote of the republic if he wanted to keep office.

...

Caramon was opening a letter with a dagger in his study when there was a knock at the door, Caramon telekinetically opened it "yes?" he said without looking at the visitor.

"um.. my lord..." Rastlin said nervously.

"ah Rastlin, please, come in come in!" Caramon beckoned.

Rastling trotted into the room. "uh... my lord I was just er... wondering... I've never seen you around the castle... at all this past year..."

Silence.

"ah yes... well... that's because... I wasn't here at all this past year!" the letter opener flew right into Rastlin's throat, slicing between the folds of muscle, he coughed and chocked upon his own blood, too shocked to activate any healing spells in time, he fell to the floor, body seizuring for a few seconds until... death... The smell of feces mixed with the tang of coper filled the air.

"but as far as anypony knows, I'm the father..." Caramon said with a cold voice, "and my foals are blessed by the gods" a maniacle smile filled his features. "and that will elevate my status"

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Twenty years ago, far off in one of the many kingdomes surrounding the small province of Equestria...

"hurry foal! you must gallop!" a pink Unicorn urged as she charged through the snowy wastes of what would eventually become Trottingham. "momma! I.. I can't gallop anymore... I'm too tired.." the Unicorn's daughter pleaded.

"you must keep going Sea! we cannot stop!" the mother called to her dark pink daugher, the fille's silver mane matted down with sweat from galloping for so long, the two had been fleeing from Ebony Hooves, the pegasus king of Morthal.

The frantic mother saw a broken carriage nearby in the snowy banks, she quickly hid Sea Sprinkle under the cart and urged her to be quiet.

Sea's mother, one of King Ebony's many harem mares was a witch, a Unicorn who practiced dark and forbidden majiik, one who invited demons into her body and called upon the unholy powers of tartarus; one day the witch had become pregnant with the King's foal, she used every illusion she knew to keep it a secret, but once the foal was born, it became increasingly hard to hide her, one day, a servant had discovered the foal and told the King, now the King was looking to execute the bastard child.

But when guards were sent to take her, the witch used her black majiiks to kill them in some of the most horrifying ways imaginable.

Now she was on the run, a witch hunting party and the enraged King chasing her down.

"you must be strong little one, you must be strong" the witch said to her daughter, but her own voice wavered with uncertainty and fear. "momma..." tears streamed down the fillie's face.

"shh shh shhhhh.." the witch cooed, she levitated a book over to the witch, a book bound in pony skin, words written in dragon's blood, her book of black majiik and and unholy witchcraft.

"be strong little one... learn... become powerfull..." she rubbed her daughter's cheek with a forehoof "live on... live on my little filly..."

the sound of hooves sounded in the distance, the witch stood and charged at them, her horn glowing, pentagram runes forming upon the snow beneath her, but just then, one of the assulting pegasi tossed a phial at her, the glass shatered and the liquid burned her like acid, the witch screeched as she fell to the ground.

"water blessed by the gods witch..." said the king as he trotted calmly up to the pink Unicorn.

"what should we do sire?" one of the guards asked.

Ebony Hooves smiled, his coat a dark maroon color, his mane and hooves pitch black. "this blasphemous abomination can only be finished by purification of the soul... and body... and there is only one element that can purify all.." the king smiled sadistically.

The pegasi guards bowed before pouncing on the Unicorn, she bit and bucked and swung her forehooves but the pegasi were far too strong for her.

A tall wooden stake with straw around it now stood in the snowy banks with the witch tied to it, a Pegasus priest of the old gods trotted over, "any last words witch?"

The bloodied Unicorn had a leather sheath with runes inscribed upon it resting on her horn, preventing any majiik.

The witch smiled a rueful smile "Kingdomes rise and fall, your's shall fall soon enough" she said with a hint of a lugh in her voice.

the King scoffed before grapping a torch with this mouth and tossing it into the hay.

Sea watched from the cart as flames licked their way up to her mother's body, her eyes wide open and shaking as the fire burnt her flesh, gut wrenching screams filled the night, the fillie's eyes stung and teared up, lip quivering as her mother burned, the smell of cooked ponyflesh wafting into the night's fresh air, ashes began floating through the night, "ah if only I'd rutted her one last time, ha!" the King and his guards laughed

all the while, a single Unicorn onlooker under a broken cart observed her mother burning alive, her screems filling her head, body shaking as tears streamed down her face "m-momma..."

...present day

two pegasi guards yawned on the verge of sleep when suddenly they were jolted awake by the caslte horn blaring into their heads, they shook the apendages furiously and stared down the hillside leading into the villages, and there it was, a carriage leading up to the castle with a few guards shrouded in dark animal leather and hoods.

The guards flared their wings out, denying entrance into King Ebony's castle "who goes there?"

One of the guards walked up, every detail of his body and face was indistinguishable. "thhhisssss isssss her grracccceee SSSeeaaa SSSprinkleee" the guard hissed in a strained voice.

The pegasi reluctantly moved away from the gate, they had recieved word of a ruling mare from the far east who wanted to negotiate land with the king.

...

The great hall of the king was marvelous, black marble floors with random licks of white mixed in gave a beautiful look to the ground, while the windows held a gothic style to them, the walls a mixture of black and gold among the columns, black suits of platemail adorned further funishings, the giant hearths blazed with a warming fire to the cold arctic air of Morthal.

Two giant tables lined the stretch of the hall, seated in one table was the personal war band of the king, in the other, were the servants, and finally in the far back by the spiral stair cases, was an opositly poised table where the King sat, his young colt son next to him, the only of his bastard foals from his harem to be male, and the only one he hadn't executed.

King Ebony Hooves stared on into the nobel mare's face, her purple mane in one giant elegant curle along with her purple tail, her lavish pink coat shining with beauty, her eyes perfectly curved, long lashes blinking in the aura of extravagence that seemed to float around her;

her body full of lushious curves in all the right places, her hips swinging generously with each step, her elegant tail just barely covering her plot.

Jaws dropped, a few of the pegasi guards even fainted, the King stared gaping at this mare's unrivaled beauty.

"my liege..." her voice came out as silky smooth as running water, almost as if majiik traversed her vocal cords, she bowed with feminine grace.

"I...uh...ah..." the King stumbled over his words. The only one not enchanted was the young 3 year old colt, his young eyes were horrified at what he saw, Sea's body was boney and thin the coat a dull pink, joints long and gangely, mane a whispy ghostly white, lips split in several places, eyes hollow and empty, and her horn had multiple angles in it with thorns spiriling up the sides.

Worst of all was the montser's voice, it was raspy and cracking, and a few times when her mouth opened, he could have sworn that he saw small little red eyes staring at him from the back of her throat.

The colt shook in his seat, this freak of nature terrified him, he instinctively curled up into a ball.

"um er, welcome to my hall!" the King said, finally regaining his composure.

The witch smiled "why thank you my gracious King!"

... that night ...

the wrinkled king was pushed onto the bed with Sea clambing ontop of him, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Finally they separated with a silvery string of saliva connecting their mouths. "mhmhmhmmmm" Sea giggled before hopping off the bed.

"wh..what are yo?...!" the King was suddenly levitated into the air, his wings pulled straight out to the sides.

"what is the meaning of this?!" he shouted.

Sea turned to the doors and locked them with her majiik before enchanting the room with a muffle spell.

"why don't you take a good look at me my king, look at my eyes... look at my mane... look at my lips..."

the king stuggeld in the telekinetic grip for freedom but it was for naught.

"do I look familliar?" Sea asked.

The king stopped... "wha..."

Sea griped his wings with her majiik "do I look... like somepony... you MURDERED!" SHHHRRIIP! the King shrieked in pain as his wings were ripped from his back, the bones snapped off, the skin torn as if by shears.

"do I look like somepony you burned alive out in the snow?!" Sea had lost all of her elegant compsure, her illusion fading, the king now being able to see the witch's true form, her coat a dull faded pink, her body much taller now, legs skinny and gangly, the generous curves gone, her body emaciated and starved looking, skin stretched accross unnaturally shaped bones, bits of her flesh here and there looked rotted with some sort of plague, her once beautiful mane was now a sickly whitish grey, the ends split and frayed, the shiny luster gone in favor of a slimy grease.

Worst of all, her eyes were black sockets, the area around them seeming to crack as if the abyss of her eyes were spreading to the rest of her face, her lips split in multiple places, her baring teeth seraded, her horn twisted and odly shaped with spikes lining it, her ghostly mane falling over her face in a grungy appearance.

"well my King..." her voice sounded in a raspy scratch form, as if her throat were infected with some disease or other, everything about her filled the King with disgust and fear.

"awww... did I make your cock lose it's splender? how about a kiss?" she forced his head down with her majiik and pressed her brused and scaby lips to his, her breath smelt like rotting corpses, and she tasted like death itself.

The King had already wanted to puke, but that feeling was amplified as he felt her plague ridden tongue enter his mouth... multiple tongues actually... he jerked his head around until she reseased him, but it still felt like there were things crawling around in his mouth, and he felt one of them slip down his throat while the rest wrethed around.

The king spit out whatever was in his mouth and became horrified as he discovered that they were worms! and one of them... he vomited.

"bwahahahahahaa!" the witch laughed sadistically, clopping her hooves together.

"BUCK YOU WITCH!" the King shouted back, the motion of his muscles clenching enhanced the pain in his dismembered wings causing him to wince.

"oh I'm going to enjoy this soooooo much..." the witch cooed as she fwiped her hair with a forehoof, then lurched over as if she were gaging, the motions continued until she puked out a long pale green snake like creature, but instead of a head in merely had several seraded teeth in a circular patern around the head.

"w..what in tartarus is THAT!?" The King struggled within the majiikal grasp.

Sea giggled "oh this?" she pointed to it with a forehoof "just one of the many little pets I have... sort of like my two blood thirsty guards that escorted me... Vampires can be quite ravenous you know..."

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meanwhile...

the castle's pegasi guards were significantly lowering in numbers, the two vampires slaughtering them all as if they were flys.

A particularly skilled pegasus managed to make it through the vampire's wardes of black majiik and swung the claymore in his mouth at the creature's stone skin, his sword bounded off as if he had swung it against the castle walls.

The vampire looked at the pegasus through his dark hood, red eyes glowering in the shadows, a split second and the pegasus, along with his 10 guards, were suddenly in pieces.

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"aaahhhhh my King... I've waited soooo long... so long for this moment... and basvélle here hasn't eaten in days, poor thing..." the creature lunged itself at the King's belly, burrowing its way into his belly button, digging inside and eating its way through the flesh, sliding itself between the skin and the muscle.

The King wailed in pain and agony as the creature literally crawled under his skin, making its way up to neck, crawing over the throat's muscle and ripping its way out of his face.

Sea hopped up and down laughing hysterically, her body writhing with joy at every shriek of pain that the King let out.

"isn't this fun? oh you're going to get blood all over those shiny black hooves! here let me help with that" she chided with her raspy sickened voice, and with a glow of her horn, the joint between Ebony's hooves and his legs literally exploded.

Sea held the hooves infront of him and made them to a marionette dance in the air "look! your trotting on air! bwahahaha!" she roared and cackled with sickly laughter.

The creature inside the king slithered it's way into his mouth, he tried to bite down, but it's body was like coiled copper, it wormed its way down his throat, ate its way through his stomach and intestines, and finally ate its way out of his rectum.

The with bounced around the room in joy while swinging the black hooves around. "aahhhhh... ok enough fun time, let's end this" with another flash of her horn, the King's joints snapped, first legs, then sockets, then ribs, the creature continuing to surf under his skin and devour his body bit by bit.

Then the King felt all four of his legs being pulled on, the flesh stretched like taffy, bits of it becoming white from lack of blood circulation until it finally tore, the skin ripped off, and blood flushed out onto the marble below, muscles stretched, blood oozed out of them like wringing a sponge, the tendons gave out, and the limbs came flying off, the whole time the King screemed for mercy, spattering out apologies while wetting himself, tears and snot covering his face, a sniveling, pathetic, loathsome mess, Sea scoffed at how pathetic he looked.

"actually... I'll just let basvélle finish you off in his own way, ta ta~" she gave a dainty little wave of her hoof and pranced out of the room, leaving the dismembered King to shriek his last as the creature burrowed its way through his body, ripping through every organ, eventually digging into his eyes, the organs obliterated into jelly as the seraded teeth dug their way into his brain.

...

out in the hallway, Sea could see the chaos insue, the warband of the King, once standing at 300 swords was now down to 12, an ocean of blood filled the main hall, body parts strewn about, the two pureblood vampires born not of a maker, but of raw black majiik stood tall and amountain of corpses, daring anypony else to challenge them.

"Freya, Elcion, come to momma!" the Vampires were at her side in less then a second, not even a blur traced their movement.

The remaining twelve soldiers cowered in fear of the hideous witch and her vampire tartarus spawn.

"hmm... t'would be a waste to kill these last poor souls... turn them" she said nonchaluntly, and no sooner had she said it then the vampires had descended upon the remaining soldiers, sinking their fangs in and drinking them dry of every last drop before pouring their own pure vampire blood into the corpse's mouths, then reciting a ritual in some long dead language.

"now theni" the witch respawned her illusion and a beautiful mare walked through the front doors of the castle, she looked back once more to her vampires "get the colt..."

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all of the nobles of Mortha had been gathered within the next few days to a much less populated great hall, news had spread of the King falling to his death off an icy cavern on a hunting trip, the body was unrecoverable, but the sad news was to be put aside for a glorious occasion, the King's son, Prince Shining Hooves was to be married today to a noble mare from the east.

Many of the lords looked jealous of the young prince, many mares were put off by how much older she was then him, but all the same, the two were wed, although someponies couldn't help but notice the black coated and silver maned colt had a strange dullness to his eyes, as if all recognition of the world were gone... an empty shell.

and so it was... that the witch Sea Sprinkle became Queen of Morthal.

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far off in a kingdome to the south, a very sandy desert land rested, ruled over by the self proclaimed 'god-king' the 8,000 year old Alicorn, Jupiter.

Strawberry, one of Jupiter's four wives fanned herself with a paper fan levitated by her majiik, her milky white coat and crimson mane flufing from the wind the fan created, her mane styled in delicate multiple curles, her tail perfectly straight.

"oh dear me... so depressingly hot..." the mare cooed, ofcourse, it was always hot here in Balmora, the land of dunes and heat...

Strawberry poked her elegant head out of the carriage's window and looked upon the various wares. "oooh...hmm.." the market disctrict was filled with earth ponies selling lamps, various oils and spices, and lots and lotsa of rugs.

Strawberry rolled her pink eyes and brought her head back into the carriage, rather then a seat, the carriage had a plush cushion as its flooring.

Strawberry sighed for what seemed like the hundreth time, so bored... so little to do... and her many slaves had come to bore her over the years... hmm... "driver! bring me to the slave market!"

"yes mam!"

Strawberry smiled, maybe this was all she needed, a new face... a new toy to play with... She giggled at the prospect.

...

Strawberry stepped out of her Carriage and trotted over to the arabian style market, two very big earth pony body guards in tow.

They stopped near the stage, there were several other important members of Balmorian society, a few major lords, and some spice traders, all were sitting upon lavish plush pillows with an auning above them;

Strawberry was no exception to this, and also sat upon her own plush pillow with an umbrella held by one guard while another fanned her with a giant feather fan.

"Welcome proper mares and gentle colts! today I have a very excellent selection ranging from barbarians gathered in the south, to orientals from the far east! and! at the end, we shall have a particularly rare stock!" a fushia earth pony said, her body swadled up in white cloth and a turban to stave off the hot sun.

Strawberry smiled, this particular slave trader always had something she wanted, out of all the other slavers in the market, this one went to the greatest lengths to gather her stock.

the slaver had a nice open area in one of the side dunes next to the main marketplace all to herself, a lot that she'd paid quite a hefty sum for, she'd become so popular infact, that she no longer negotiated prices, instead she auctioned her wares off as she usually attracted many aristocrats.

atop the wooden stage, the velvety curtains opened and a line of barbarian earth ponies stepped forth, all linked together by chains.

Some of the ponies wrestled against the clattering metal, others attempted to gnaw at them, they all looked strong, even the mares looked well built and powerful, one mare in particular caught Strawberry's eye, a very muscular pink ponie, long strands of brown greasy mane flowing chaotically over her face, her eyes a pale silver, a sign of blindness, she woulnd't be a good servant, but Strawberry wasn't looking for usefulnes, she was looking for well... looks.

The Pink barbarian's body had rippling muscles, and her entire body and face were littered with scars and old battle wounds, her coat was absoloutely filthy, all of this was getting Strawberry excited, especially when she saw the dark look on the mare's face, a cold dark, but intense stare, her breath coming in and out in deep strong breaths, the breath pushing the strands of hair out of her face only for them to fall back down, that unyielding, dominant stare...

Strawberry nibbled her lip as she pictured that dominant barbarian being forced into a feminine submissive position, body still full of dirt and grime, on her back legs spread while another one of her servants rutted her like there was no tomorrow.

The wetness that formed between her legs at that thought was all the motivation it took for her to place her auction.

Nopony else seemed to be interested in a feral, dirty looking barbarian mare, so she easilly one at a bit of five thousand bits; a bit much perhaps for the effort it'd take to tame her, but Strawberry had learned patience at a young age.

the rest of the auction went by without much happening for Strawberry, no other slaves really stood out or cuaght her eye, until the grand finally of the auction came into play, the 'rare stock' as the slaver had put it.

Strawberry had a tilted her head with mild curiosity until the curtains opened reavealing... a... Dragon?

Strawberry shot right up to her hooves, along with many other ponies.

"yes that's right! a baby dragon recently hatched from the western mountains! parents killed in a war with neighboring dragons, this little beauty was left all to his lonesome, need an incredibly strong farmhand? you'll find no stronger then a dragon! need an unimaginably intellegent assisstant to catalog a plethora of knowledge? no smarter creature capable of memorizing more knowledge then the draconic race! want 'interesting' entertainment in bed? won't get more exotic then a dragon!"

many mares blushed madly at that last part.

Strawberry's eyes were spread wide, gleaming a giant gasping smile on her face, one word took coherance in her mind '...MINE!'

somepony shot up a hoof "onehundred thousand bits!"

Strawberry frowned, although she shouldn't be supprised, how often does one get to purchase a dragon?

speaking of, the little black baby dragon stood akwardly on the stage, he had a series of small little red spikes starting at his head, and trailing down his back to the thin of his tail, on either side of his head were the beginnings of red horns, the tips of his fingers and toes were also red, along with the blood oval irises in his eyes containing black slits for pupils, the entire rest of his body was pitch plack scales, his small snub of a snout quivered in nervousness and fear, and tears trailed down his eyes, still traumatized by the deaths of his parents;

his little hands were bound by fire resistant enchanted cuffs, connected by a, to him, long chain.

His legs shook, and he felt like soon his member would leak urine through his sheath, his crimson eyes survayed all of the ponies staring at him like an exotic animal in a zoohouse, he felt like balling like the baby he was, but knew that that would just warrant the guards to beat him into silence again, his pitifully young and weak fire breath did little to deteer them, they were way to quick to sock him accross the mouth before he could get a good shot anyway.

Strawberry shot her hoof up "one million bits!" many of the other ponies looked unnearved, they wanted the dragon, but there was a limit to how much they were willing to let go of.

Strawberry giggled to herself.

"Three million bits!"

the giggling stopped.

Strawberry turned to see Vanilla cream, an alabaster white unicorn mare like herself, but with a pure white mane and tail, swirled into a hundered different thick curls, going off in different directions, her eyes a creemy yellow

Strawberry bore her teeth and growled, her mortal rival, another one of the god-king Jupiter's wives, the two mares had hated eachother the moment they met, and had been at eachother's throats ever since, compeeting on any and everything.

Well, Strawberry sure as hay wasn't going to let that whore win today! "eight million bits!"

the crowd gasped, even Vanilla was put off.

the slaver looked like she was going to faint.

"e-eleven million bits!" Vanilla countered, she wasn't going to back down from that midle aged pervert!

The slaver fell to the ground and began seizuring 'e-eleven...m-million...' she thought gleefully to herself.

Strawbery growled, she'd had enough games.

"TWENTY MILLION!" she screemed, that was her entire allowance for the year.

Vanilla's jaw dropped, she hated losing to Strawberry more then anything but... she wanted to hold onto her yearly allowance thank you very much...

The slaver practically had a heart attack, drool leaking out of her mouth.

Strawberry fwipped her hair with her forehoof and shook her head pridefully.

"w..we..." the slaver began, wheezing as she tried to regain her bareings. "w-we.. h-have a winner! uggghh" and with that, she passed out.

The black dragon was escorted into the carriage, his hoofcuffs removed, and an enchanted collar locked on his neck, the slaver's guard smirked at him "if you pull any of that appleseed stuff you did on the way here..." he said, refferring to the dragon's many attempts at escape, melting the barrs with repeated fire breath, using his incredible strength to try and fight off the guards, but in the end he always ended up back in a cage.

"then your owner will press this button," he held up a strange looking device made of stone with a marble button on it.

"and that collar with squeeze into your neck, tighter and tighter and tighter until you either suffocate, or your neck snaps, oh, and with your throat being crushed you won't be able to use any of that stupid fire, and your blood flow will be cut off so no more muscle power!"

The dragon gulped.

When the two reached Strawberry's carriage, they saw her snickering as she watched Vanilla stomping her hooves into the sand next to her own carriage, enraged that Strawberry had beaten her.

The dragon turned his head to see the blind barbarian pony he'd seen in one of the other cariages, he thought about talking to her, but then decided against it, the slavers would probably torture him, as a dragon he was a fast learner, and he learned very quickly how to not get beaten or punished: shut up, and do what you're told.

Strawberry returned to see her two new toys. "oh my! your even more beastly up close!" she admired with a blush and a smile.

The dragon thought he was talking about her until he noticed that she was looking at the pink barbarian next to him. "mmm, such supple muscles" as she touched the mare's body, the barbarian moved to attack her, but the slaver was too quick and pressed the button on her collar, she coughed a sickening raspy cough as she fell to her stomach and dug at her collar, trying to get it off as it crushed at her lyranx.

"oh that's quite enough, I'll be needed her throat to be functional for later" Strawberry smirked.

The slaver guard nodded and released the brown maned barbarian, leaving her panting on the ground, then handed the two buttons over to the god-king's wife.

"oh and look at this adorable thing!" she lay down to be at eye level with the dragon, said blacck dragon shuffled a bit in nervousness.

"oh, such pretty eyes! and lovely spikes and horns... I simply adore the color red... I think I'll call you Crimson!" she chimed with a bounce.

Crimson blinked, he didn't have a name up until now, dragons usually didn't name their young, the dragons chose their own names when they were old enough to decide such a things.

Not waiting for any sort of response, Strawberry turned to the barbarian who has coughing as she stood back up, "and as for you young filly, you must learn some manners! But I definitely like fighting spirit in a mare, makes it so much funner when I break it. hmmm... what should I call you... how about... Silver eyes? no to exotic for such a gruff brute... Hard Hooves? closer... Scar? yes perfect! Scar! that shall be your name"

Quite pleased with herself, Strawberry turned back to her carriage and headed into it. Crimson and Scar were forced to take the scenic route, I.E. they had to be dragged behind the carriage.

XXXXX

Crimson looked up at the saltan palace as they neared it, the surounding dunes seemed almost pure white, the surrounding floor marble of the palace separating it from the sand; Strawberry's carriage was lifted up onto the stone and placed upon the marble ground, the beautiful mare exited from the carriage and trotted towards the grand palace.

Crimson was close behind, his obsidian collar with dark red runic seals glinted in the sunlight, his crimson eyes surveying the palace grounds, surprisingly there was a garden, he wondered how flowers could grow out here where there were so few pagasi to make rain.

he also noticed a lavish array of carriages, one of which was Vanilla's the mare having arrived a few minutes prior.

His eyes turned to the palace's walls, beautiful white stone that shone unnaturally, likely enchanted, but it was beautiful all the same.

At the tops of multiple towers of the palace were giant tear drop shaped golden domes accentuating the building's extravagence.

"wow..." he breathed in a quiet whisper, the palace was ridiculously huge, making him wonder if half of this Kingdome lived within.

But more shock lied within the palace as Crimson soon discovered, the interior was even more beautiful then the exterior, the former being filled with lavish rugs adorning the walls, along with several vases and statues, the entry way was astronomically big, way more wide and long then it needed to be, filled with centuries old relics that the god-king had aquired over his long immortal life.

At the end of the entry hallway, Crimson looked to the left, then to the right, there were two hallways, and a large bedorum double door entrance directly infront of him and his new master.

Strawberry turned right and Crimson followed, the two of them heading towards the mare's chambers.

When they entered, Crimson and Scar were separated, Crimson got one fleeting look at the mare's large bedroom, looking over to see the barbarian taken into a sort of holding room, while he himself was shoved by a guard into the washroom where he came face to maw with a few servent fillys.

"the mistriss wants him freshened up and sleek, same with Blue" the earth pony guard accentuated his statement as by throwing in a white coated and blue maned Earth pony to the wash room with non to gentle force.

Blue stood and turned to leer at the guard, he returned her stare with a flare of his nostrils, Blue just rolled her eyes and shooed him with a forehoof.

The guard ground his teeth but held his tongue, Strawberry's sex slaves were treated much to leniently; the guard stormed out of the washroom.

"well... hi there..." Blue said as she looked down at the small dragon.

"uh... hi..." Crimson said back. the servant fillies guided them into a luxurious bathtub that was more of a swimming pool than anything.

as hot water filled the tub, a device that boggled the dragon's mind, Blue shuffled towards him, her coat was silky white like Strawberry's her mane seemed an almost neon blue, it's color was actually very beautiful, and it seemed to stick out all around her head in giant thick tuffles, it was actually quite huge, and very shaggy, but almost beautifully so, as if it were purposefully styled into such a state, and her eyes... a chocolately brown, but slightly brighter then brown, enough so that the brown was very visible even against her black pupils.

"so... I'm Blue!" she held out a forehoof, Crimson nervously took it and shook. "I'm uh... Crimson I guess..." he mumbled.

Blue giggled, "awww newbies are always so cute! well don'cha worry about that!" she said in a lay back tone, her voice carried a very calm and lax air to it, as if she were just too epic for life it'self.

"well, welcome to the god-king's palace, you probably got a bazillion questions huh?" she asked with a chuckle, the bath was full and the servanfillys clambered in and began scrubbing the pony and dragon alike.

"uh... ya... I guess... who's the god-king?" Crimson inquired.

Blue shruged "the big boss who runs this kingdome, he's an immortal Alicorn, and he's really old... and powerful... but you don't have to worry about that, you and me belong to Strawberry, she's one of the god-king's four wives, oh ya the got-king's name is Jupiter by the way, anywho, since mistress Strawberry is married to King Jupiter and is forbidden from any stallion or mare to even touch, except for the other wives and Jupiter himself.

SO! she's a pervert and wants to get it one with other ponies, buuuut Jupiter isn't stupid and it's impossible to hide anything from him, so she found a way around it, to put it bluntly, she likes to clop to other ponies fornicating, or in our case, pony and dragon" she said nonchulantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Crimson honestly didn't really have a reaction for that, he just stared blankly at the white earth pony, he had no idea what the hay fornicating even meant.

"what's fornicate?" he asked innocently.

Blue giggled "awwww! that's so adorable! oh you poor innocent little thing, do you know how dragons are made?" she asked with a coy smile.

Crimson shook his head.

"WOW oh colt, you're in for the night of your life foal, er-dragonling? hatchling? whatever, just follow my lead and do what I tell you and Strawberry won't torture you ok?"

Crimson winced at teh word 'torture' he knew at least that torture was supposed to be worse then punishment, and he'd suffered punishment at the hands of the slavers, he didn't want to find out what torture was...

the bath continued in realative silence, Crimson feeling his body be moved around and cleaned without his consent, but he didn't register it, he was still trying to take in his new situation, his parents dead, although that wasn't too terrible, he'd only known then for five years, and they were rarely ever around other then to give him food, now here he was, in this giant tub being scrubbed down by these strange four legged creatures, and now he was going to do something called 'fornicate' with this blue maned pony infront of him.

The two sex slaves soon found themselves rubbed down with a strange scented oil, it was sweet like berries, and it felt warm; Crimson looked down at his bipedal form to see that his black scalse were now super shiny, his eyes widened in admiration of how pretty he now looked.

"ok, let's get to it! And don't worry" she rubbed the red spines on his back, the sensation making Crimson's spine and tail tingle, "it won't hurt a bit... unless Strawberry's feeling adventurous..." she finished with a frown, that last part making the dragon gulp.

Blue turned back to see his troubled form and quickly repremanded her mistake "oh no don't worry! I'm sure she'll go easy on you 'cause you're new!" she comforted, but it did little to stifle the dragon's imagination.

the two trotted into their mistris' bed chambers, a large lavish bed complete with its own columns and large luxurious red covers.

the chambers were decorated with several beautiful carpets, rugs, and several trinkets, the walls inlade with red tapestries and paintings.

Crimson's ogling was cut short as the Earth pony nudged him from behind, erging him to walk over to the second bed, identical to the first, minus the columns and headboard.

Blue hopped up on the covers and patted the cushy substance, beckoning the dragon to join her, and Crimson did so, climbing up onto the bed which was a bit hard for him considering that it was a foot taller then him.

"uh.. so what do I-" Crimson was cut off as Blue pressed her soft lips to his own, his dragon scale mouth felt rough to Blue but she could deal with that, Crimson felt a tongue press against his mouth, demanding entrance, eventually he conceded out of curiousity, and soon found that his questioning nature was rewarded with her soft muscle massaging his own reptilian one.

The dragon squirmed a bit from the strange new feeling but didn't fight it, it felt nice... relaxing... good...

Meanwhile, Strawberry already had a hoof between her haunches, resting on her own bed as she clopped to the dragon and pony making out infront of her.

"mmmm, ok enough foreplay" the nobel concided.

Blue lay on her back, drawing Crimson ontop of her, her tail fwiped up and began stroking against his sheath.

"uh..." Crimson blushed as the sensation of Blue's soft silky tail rubbed against his nether region, and soon the coaxing brought his member out "nnnnggghhh..." he groaned as a pressure built up in his nethers, begging for release, and soon he complied, his sheath sliding open as his small cock slipped out.

Blue reached a hoof down to feel at it, she was dissapointed that it was only 3 and a half inches long but hey, he's only a baby dragon, but it did have a strange shape to it from what she could tell, ridges going up the legth all the way to the tip which seemd to ave small blunt spikes on it, it actually reminded her of one of Strawberry's toys, except this was real..

After some tender treatment form Blue's hoof and a few moans from Crimson, the earth pony guided the dragon's member to her entrance.

"push into me" she comanded.

Crimson just did as he was told, not really paying any attention to the words, just obeying them like a zombie, his member thrusting into Blue's entrance, causing her to sigh in satisfaction, while Crimson practically seizured, the moist tight warmth of his partner ensaring his dragonhood was too much too fast, the amount of comfort, the amount of pleasure, too much.

Blue felt his seed spray into her snatch with that one thrust, at first she blinked in confusion, then looked down to Crimson to see him blushing madly with his eyes closed as he panted, his scales shining with the oil, even the obsidian collar with ancient runes added to the scene, he looked beautiful.

Blue resisted the urge to laugh at him, but instead quickly urged him on with her hind legs, begging him to continue before their mistress got upset.

Crimson had to take a few seconds to regain his barrings before continuing, his thrusts were very clumsy at first, but he eventually gained controll and began bucking into the white pony with abandon.

Strawberry licked her lips as her hoof dug in further into her nethers, as Blue latched her hind legs around the dragon's waist, and her forehooves around his neck, giving out feminine little squeeks and moans as Crimson dug his face into her soft white coat.

Crimson had no idea that something could feel so good, so amazing! and then he felt it, Blue clenched around him and shrieked before unleashing her torrent of juices onto his waist the feeling of his odly shapped cock inside of her pushed against her insides in all the right ways.

Crimson's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her sudden warmth rush over him; his own second orgasm spiking over the top as he shot thick white ropes of seed into her cavern, that lovely warm hot cavern, velvety folds sliding against him in the most sensual ways, he continued to hump her even after his climax, loving the feeling too much to stop.

But all good things must come to an end and soon Crimson found himself passing out in Blue's embrace.

Strawberry's face was flushed, her breathing rappid, her hoof itching her burning cunt without mercy, she needed more...

"g-get the b-barbarian!"

The guards nodded and yanked the sleeping dragon and the cooing pony who was stroking his head lovingly right off of the bed with little consideration for the duo.

Crimson awoke when he felt his body tossed unceramoniously into a room, he opened his red eyes and surveyed his surroundings, he was in a bedchamber, all by himself...

A quick look around and he saw the guard trotting away "h-hey! um, wh-who's room is this?" wondering if he was supposed to 'perform' for somepony else.

The guard scoffed "yours" he grunted before trotting away while grumbling to himself about 'slaves getting treated better then guards'

Crimson blinked, he never had anything that was soley his before...

He turned his head to look around the room, it was large and exotic, though it lacked the many decorations of Strawberry's room, it was still extremely beautiful, a large bed with red covers, a desk and floor cushion, even a bookshelf, he suddenly became a foal in a candy store, zipping around the room taking in all the sights, gazing at the mind boggling decorations, and finally settling on the bathroom, he dashed in to see the exquisite sink, chamber pot, and the pool of a bathtub,

Crimson rushed back into the room filed with oooohs and aawwwwhs finally settling on the big plush bed, bouncing on it like a little colt.

A wonderful room? A new pretty friend that he'd met on the first day here? and his only responsibility was to do that amazingly pleasurable act?

"if this is what being a slave is all about, I would've sold myself years ago! bwaaahahaha!" he warapped himself up int the cushy comfy covers, sighing in content hapiness.

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Scar fought the stallion ontop of her, she was on her stomach, fore hooves tied behind her back, her hind legs splayed out exposing her plot, her brown tail and her hind hooves tied off to the edges of the bed, a grey stallion with green eyes and white mane was trying to get a good entry on her, but her viscious bucking and stuggling wouldn't have it, she also kept screeming out in her native language, some barbaric slur of words that sounded like a nail on a chalk board to Strawberry's refined ears.

Scar's blind eyes glared in Strawberry's direction, her growl of death reaching new heights, her body was still filled with dirt and grime from the road, her mistress having wanted her 'dirty' her scars accentuating her wild animal look.

"m-mistress! I-I can't get in her! she's moving too much..." the slave stumbled out, he was honestly scared out of his mind of this blood thirsty barbarian, her rippling muscles and shrieking anger made her seem like she'd rip him in half if she got the chance.

Strawberry smirked as she pressed the button on Scar's collar, a choking constriction sinched her throat, the earth pony fell into the matress her blood circulation to her brain being cut off, and oxygen being denied her lungs.

As her body went limp, the stallion slave took the opportunity and thrusted into her, he met no virgin resistence whatsoever along the way.

Strawberry smiled with her tongue out to the side as she resummed her masturbation, "ahhhh that's better..."

Scar burried her face into the sheets, she felt powerless, all of her warrior prowess, all of her strength, it meant nothing now, nothing here, forced into a submissive position while some stallion rutted her from behind, but she refused to let any tears fall, only letting anger build for that mare with the annoying voice ang haughty laugh,

the kind of cold rage that would last build for years, the kind of hate that form into strength, and iron will to survive no matter the circumstances, the kind of hate... that led to revenge.

END OF EPISODE 1

AN: sorry if it seemd like I was focusing too much on Crimson's story, but I didn't want to talk more about the other characters until next chapter, which I'm already working on, and holy crap, that's a lot of words for a first chapter! anywho I have a whole weekend to myself and a huge desire to keep writing this non stop, so expect multiple chapters by monday!

PUHLEASE REVIEW! I am like a vampire of comments, you reviews nourish me! ok that's weird but seriously please review, even if it's just a few words on your thoughts.

peace out!

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