Episode 1: Big Black, Little White
It was a a rough time in Westeros and the Desert Land for many of the people who were at war. Mostly, it was a hard time for Daenyryses who was in a large coach with her swarthy warrior boyfriend Daario. The coach was being pulled by two big black horses which Daeynyrys thought was a fitting touch: her empire and dragons were strong and these big black horses exemplified that. Suddenly, a little white goat got in the path of the big black horses. One of the big black horses got mad and jeered its huge thick body upwards and stomped the little white goat to death. The big black horse had killed the little white goat. Dynyrys and Daaraao laughed and clapped. In the show this will be a funny moment and will have circus music in the background. (Auteur's note: the reason that random vowels are placed in those character's names is because this something that George RR Martin employs in the books to make character names sound more fanciful. Since you are a big enough fan to be reading fan fiction, I have acted on the assumption that you are used to this and added it to the story to make you all feel more at home.)
Dynyrys and Daaaa sat in the back of their coach, tired after laughing so much at the little white goat that was stomped to death by the big black horse. Suddenly Daaaa sprang to attention, he had a rejuvenated energy about him and sat upright, wide eyed and ready for action. He looked at Dyyyryys boldly and unshakably - he wouldn't take his eyes off her. She initially was flattered, but after about 15 minutes of this, she was unnerved. She tried ignoring him and looking out the window. Eventually her awkward attempts to avoid his attention were futile. She finally met his gaze and boy did this excite Daaaari! His pants ripped and out shot his fat pink mastadonic. Dyyyernyrs tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. She went down and pleasured the big man sitting next to her. She did it, though unwillingly. This was rape.
Meanwhile in Dorne, Doran Martell and Elaria Sand were lounging around in the wheelchair-bound, brown-skinned Sheik's garden. Elaria was angered at him as he cowardly refused to raise his Islamic armies against the King who allowed his faithful Muslim of a brother to die in the arena against the mastadonic Mountain. Doran was stressed and couldn't think. He looked up at the sky and prayed to Allah to give him a cause to wage Jihad against. But alas, Doran was weak and was unable to reconcile his weak, wheelchair-bound frame with the martial quality that Muhammad demanded of his followers. Such a weak bodied man could not reign as Caliph. Never could he match the penile prowess of his deceased brother.
Suddenly, Elaria shouted, "It is time for prayer my Sultan. We must go on a walk out in the Holy Desert to a traditional Islamic prayer Dune." Doran sat up in his wheelchair and looked over at Elaria, "I will join you in prayer only under one condition my brown-skinned Muslima, you must suckle upon by brown mastadonic." Elaria's soul arose with vigor and a light was in her eyes, "Yes my Muslimo."
Doran pathetically undid his paints and presented his little unclean penis to his strangely faithful Muslima. She gazed into her Muslimo's deep, feces-colored eyes and then tilted her head down to his groin. The Muslima, unwillingly and reluctantly wrapped her lips around his tiny stick. She hated Doran for his weakness, but she couldn't let him know the true extent of her hatred until the time was right. Her future plans aside, the fellatio wasn't as bad to her as if it were to a young girl like Aria. Indeed, like all Dornish girls, she had been trained in this act during adolescence. Cock sucking came naturally to her, just as violence comes instinctively to all Muslims.
Afterwards, she walked her Muslimo out in the desert to the prayer Dune. She knew she was about to be eternally rid of his weakness and his tiny penis in one fell swoop. She needn't worry, so she let the dry desert air lick her sultry, cum-stained lips. Doran slept his time away during this passive and soothing journey. "He was too weak and limp-dicked to change anything so why bother with consciousness?" he thought unenthusasticly. Such is the nihilism of Islam.
Nighttime darkness had formed a membrane around the barren, worthless desert by the time Elaria had stopped pushing him. Taken away from his peaceful idleness with this change of pace, Doran awakened. The Muslimo struggled to scout the surroundings before him. It was odd, there was no magical carpet, so this couldn't be the special prayer sand dune! A vicious stench shocked into his nostrils from below. He finally realized where he was when he looked into the myre of darkness at the bottom of the sand dune he was atop of. Fat beasts ran back and forth in the darkness, their vague forms ever threatening to any around cursed with the misfortune of beholding their ugliness. This was a camel pit. The rare depression in the desert sands where feral camels dwell and wait for some malevolent individual to cast live meat to them. These demonic camels groaned and snarled waiting for a meal to present itself to them. Indeed, no simple creature can match the evilness inherit to some men, and especially that wickedness displayed in Dornishmen
Before Doran could grab his turban in fright, a slight nudge from behind sent his wheelchair barreling into the pit. His feeble form twisting in midair, the last sight he beheld was his traitorous maiden smirking at his sudden downfall. At his certain death, Doran didn't have any lasting wish, or meaningful remarks to leave the world with. He simply wished that Allah be merciful. An expected result, as it is known that all Dornishmen scour, kill, and die like dogs; they are born, live, and die never knowing what it means to have a soul. The camels trampled the limp, pathetic savage and bit into his brittle limbs, smashing them with their big, black blunt herbovoric teeth. Their jaws smashing his little white bones, the Muslimo whined out for Allah to save him, but the camels were simple like him and knew only destruction. They did not relent until his form lie as a frightful heap of pulp and puss. Elaria, though her camels inferior to Dynyrys' dragons in every way, resolved to return to Doran's sand castle and establish dominion over the Islamic world, raise the mighty armies of the sands, and challenge the incestuous Lannister dogs and the little immature girl. She would soon aim to seat herself on the Iron Throne...