A Kinky Game Of Thrones (private w/ AJbestpony)

[Jacie Sparkles]

(How much longer were you thinking of going with these two scenes? That’ll affect whether Jon should or lose this little wager after all )

“Fair enough,” Jon chuckled. He settled comfortably with his head in Ygritte’s lap, nestled on her fresh, dry diaper.

Gilly worked meticulously and tenderly, wiping him clean and applying the oil and powder to his skin. It took some time, naturally, and Jon had to bite his lip as she gave plenty of attention to his manhood. His blood was starting to run hot again, but he hadn’t quite hardened just yet…

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Robb raised an eyebrow at Talisa’s speculation. “I suppose that is possible. If Lady Margaery has found the kindness in her heart to look after Sansa, then she truly deserves better than that little bastard Joffrey.”

He gave Talisa a gentle but somewhat passionate kiss, and then sat up in bed as his thoughts were swirling. He kept Talisa cuddled close in his arms all the while.

“With Daenerys Stormborn having landed on Dragonstone… I wonder if House Tyrell might suddenly consider restoring its allegiance of old to House Targaryen.

“Perhaps I am going mad,” Robb suddenly thought aloud, “but if the North offered our aid to the Mother of Dragons, from afar of course, it might be our best chance to see House Lannister thrown down and to get Sansa back, as I’ve promised my poor mother.”

[AJbestpony]

(Not very long; I just thought it would be in-character for Ygritte to toy with Jon, even after they have had their fun and he's still at her mercy)

Ygritte knew she could have turned the scenario in her favor just by leaning forward and letting her breasts dangle above Jon's head, which could have easily sparked a reaction out of him. But she elected to keep still and do nothing more than rub his shoulders as Gilly wiped him up.

Gilly herself made short work of Jon's nether regions; cleaning him completely and applying plenty of oil and powder. Once that was done, she slid another fresh diaper under his bottom, pulled the front up between his legs, and pinned it up on both sides. By the time his manhood was securely behind the new padding, she had not even seen it flinch. "Looks like the baby boy won this round," she noted.

"So it seems," said Ygritte, before gazing down at her lover. "Alright, sit up so I can untie your hands."

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Talisa readily accepted the kiss, keeping her gaze locked on her bedmate as they snuggled together in the master bedroom of Moat Cailin.

"If Lady Margaery truly has taken care of Sansa, I suspect your sister has told her of her family," the Volantean speculated, "If so, the Flower of Highgarden may be interested to meet you in turn."

She listened to his pitch about reaching common ground with House Targaryen, and she said, "The idea may have merit. Lady Daenerys cannot possibly be worse than the Lannisters, and anyone who frees slaves must have some amount of good in them."

She noted Robb did not suggest Daenerys as a possible match for himself. She was glad for that at least; she did not think she would like to share him with a woman who kept three grown dragons for pets.

[Jacie Sparkles]

(Makes sense to me.)

Jon let out his breath as his diaper was pinned snugly in place, ‘winning the round’ as Gilly put it.

At Ygritte’s urging he sat up on the bed so she could untie his hands at last. When that was done he gave his arms a good stretch overhead… then he took both of Gilly’s hands and kissed them softly, gratefully. “Thank so very much, sweet Mummy Gilly, for taking care of the both of us. Please take some rest for yourself and see to your youngest as needed.”

“Meanwhile…” Jon threw back the covers so he and Ygritte could get into bed. “These two babies need our rest. We must be ready to move with Mance and Lord Stannis as soon as my brother Robb is ready to move on Winterfell himself.”

Jon took Ygritte in his arms, cuddling up with her and kissing her deeply goodnight.

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“Indeed… Daenerys Stormborn has the reputation of aspiring to be everything her father the ‘Mad King’ was not,” Robb said.

“For the good of the North and for my own sake I shall be wary of her for now. The past meetings of Stark and Targaryen have led to catastrophe, after all. But perhaps we can aid her from afar and earn her goodwill. If she is able to bring down House Lannister and claim the Iron Throne, we may yet get Sansa back… and perhaps even come to a peaceable understanding with her.”

Robb yawned and held Talisa even closer. “Should things transpire thusly, perhaps I may indeed even cross paths with the Rose of Highgarden herself.”

“For now though, my bannermen and I must reclaim Winterfell and lordship of the North.”

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Ygritte swiftly untied Jon's wrists, and she watched with a chuckle as he thanked Gilly for her services personally. She found it so endearing, the way he showed due courtesy to everyone.

After she was thanked, Gilly smiled and said, "Very well. I'll leave you two to get a good night's sleep." She then gave both Jon and Ygritte a kiss on their respective foreheads, before exiting the bedchamber to give them privacy.

Ygritte proceeded to pull the blankets over both her and Jon, and soon they were snuggling together in only their comfy, thick diapers. "We should get some rest," Ygritte agreed, much as she wanted to have some more fun with Jon.

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Even now, Robb's ability to assess a potential rival or ally's threat or computability in relation to his own never ceased to amaze Talisa. It came as no surprise to her that he was so beloved by his people.

"In time, we will see what the Mother of Dragons can manage," she mused, "But we can worry on that once Winterfell is reclaimed." She then snuggled close to Robb. She had been hoping they could have another round or two, but perhaps that could wait on the morrow. She kissed him one more time before resting her head on his finely toned chest.

[Jacie Sparkles]

In the North, Jon and Robb both took some much needed rest that night, with their respective diapered lovers snuggled up beside them.

The following day, word reached Castle Black via raven that Robb and his bannermen had taken Moat Cailin and his path to Winterfell was clear.

Stannis led his main force south from the Wall, along with Mance and every able bodied Free Folk ready to fight for a chance for a new life on the relatively safer side of the Wall.

As planned, Jon went with the Free Folk, sticking close to Ygritte and Tormund. His knowledge of the lay of the lands around Winterfell would be most useful.

Meanwhile, sensing victory and homecoming, Robb and his men moved northward with all speed. In due time, the combined forces would have the Boltons holding Winterfell surrounded.

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Meanwhile in the South… the Golden Company took hold of the Stormlands with almost no resistance, while Oberyn Martell and his Dornish forces bolstered the Riverlords against Lannister bannermen in the Westerlands.

With Tywin’s eye fixated on these incursions, Daenerys finally made her move on Kings Landing. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion circled high above the capital in a show of strength, though not one jet of flame touched the edifices, streets, or populace of the city.

Whether aided by Varys the Spider or not, who could say… but Ser Barristan Selmy still had friends in Kings Landing, and the former lord commander of the Kingsguard, along with Ser Jorah and Grey Worm, slipped into the city and threw open its gates to the Unsullied.

That was the moment Olenna had been waiting for, and the Tyrell forces in Kings Landing, under command of Ser Loras, turned their sword points on Joffrey, Tywin, and all of House Lannister…

[AJbestpony]

With Stannis' forces and the Free Folk to the north and Robb's armies to the South, the Bolton-occupied Winterfell had been totally surrounded. Yet Lord Roose and his bastard Ramsay had stubbornly refused to give in, even in the face of hopeless odds.

What ensued was a battle to reclaim the Stark ancestral home. Although the Bolton men were badly outnumbered, they defended their turf well, though Jon and Robb both knew Winterfell much better than the Flayed Men could ever hope to.

Arya had been itching for the chance to join her brothers on the field of battle, even going so far as to arm herself with Needle, but she had been prevented from directly partaking on the part of both Lady Catelyn and Talisa. Though they were happy to have her serve as part of the camp guard, which contented the young northern warrior princess.

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In just as little time, as the battle for control of the North was fought, the rest of the Seven Kingdoms went through the same amount of turmoil in as little time.

Soon as the Lannisters had lost control of their own territory to the west, it was only a matter of time before Daenerys had brought King's Landing to heel, due in large part to the cooperation of her new allies.

In the end, the Lannisters and those of their bannermen who were wise enough to surrender were taken into custody. As Cersei was clapped in irons, Margaery sauntered over and said, "I've heard you called me a smirking whore behind my back many a time. Perhaps the moniker is not without cause. Enjoy thinking about my smirk in the Black Cells."

She then pulled Sansa close and held her protectively as the blond incestuous queen was led away.

[Jacie Sparkles]

(I hope you like this and it jives with what you had in mind. Feel free to flesh out and/or drop in anything, or let me know if you want me to edit anything.)

Jon stayed out of the fray. His duty to the Night’s Watch extended far beyond the battle for Winterfell and the restoration of House Stark… though he did his part to ensure the side that protected the realm would be victorious. He led Ygritte and others of the Free Folk to a strategic position and took up a longbow beside Ygritte. They loosed volley after volley upon the Flayed Men… until Jon spotted a weak spot in their lines, sending Tormund and a band of the biggest, fiercest Free Folk into a charge with axes raised…

From the other direction, Robb led his bannermen on the field with the same courage, poise, and brilliance as he had in the Whispering Wood. With Stannis and his bannermen, and also Mance and the many Free Folk with him, fighting beside the Northmen, it was only a matter of time before the Bolton forces were routed and pursued all the way back through the gates of Winterfell itself.

The King in the North was home, and House Stark was restored. Roose Bolton and Ramsay Snow were confined to the dungeons. Robb considered having them flayed alive but chose to wait till his head cooled before passing judgment. He did, however, have Ramsay’s prisoner Theon Greyjoy dragged before him, and Robb proceeded to beat Theon to a pulp in the courtyard for his betrayal.

Eventually Jon made his way to Winterfell along with Ygritte, Tormund, and his other Free Folk friends. Jon and Robb met in the fiercest brotherly hug the North had seen in a long time. After that, Jon turned to Arya, who’d arrived with Catelyn, Talisa, and others from the camp. Jon picked Arya up in his arms and spun her around before setting her back on her feet.

“You still have Needle, I see,” Jon noted fondly.

After that, there were many more reunions and many introductions in the courtyard of Winterfell before the sun had set.

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Sansa shivered with joy and relief, and even wet her diaper, as Cersei and Joffrey were practically dragged to the cells beneath the Red Keep. She figured Margaery, holding her close in a loving and protective manner, probably knew what she was doing. However no one else in the Red Keep, besides Lady Olenna, had any idea the two beauties were diapered under their formal dresses.

They stood together in the gallery of the throne room as Daenerys Stormborn made her arrival… to be crowned as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and hold her first court. Sansa hadn’t known what to expect, but from the moment she laid eyes on the new queen her heart swelled with admiration and ached with sympathy all at once.

Daenerys was beautiful, beyond beautiful, any fool could see that. Undeniably as fierce as the three dragons she commanded. And yet in those wide, violet eyes Sansa saw a gentle soul with a desire to protect and care for all those in need, tinged with immeasurable sadness, longing, and suffering… suffering that undoubtedly far exceeded the abuse that Sansa had endured from Joffrey since coming to King’s Landing.

In that moment Sansa swore she would do whatever was needed of her to befriend and support the new queen…

[AJbestpony]

(Everything looks good, I'm pleased to say)

The battle went by with precious few casualties on the part of Stannis and Robb's forces. By the time the remaining Bolton retainers were put to the sword, Talisa and the other healers had tended to the wounded in both camps.

She was glad for that, as she got to watch the Young Wolf's tearful reunion with his half-brother. The way he pulled Jon Snow into an embrace warmed her heart, even in the midst of the chilly North.

Arya giggled when Jon hugged her, returning the affectionate gesture and telling him, "I'm never letting it out of my sight, I promise you."

"Well then, now that all that bloodshed's over, perhaps we might see this Winterfell and why you speak so fondly of it?" Ygritte suggested.

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"I actually have the perfect punishment in mind for Cersei AND Joffrey until we hear from your brother," Margaery whispered to her lovely companion as the Lannisters were led away, "But we can discuss that later. For now... we have a new monarch to greet."

Standing at full attention, taking what comfort she could from the diaper wrapped around her own waist, Margaery turned towards the entrance of the throne room, waiting patiently as Daenerys Targaryen made her way through.

Dany was understandably nervous. For that reason, she had elected to enter King's Landing thickly diapered under her dress. Plus, she had heard tell the Iron Throne was notoriously uncomfortable, and she felt it would help to bring along a built-in cushion.

With that, she made her way through the throne room slowly. All at once, the people gathered bent the knee to her, much to her delight.

It took several minutes, as she did not wish to seem in a rush. Moreover, perhaps Missandei had diapered her a little TOO thickly, as she could feel how labored her gait was even at her slow stride.

Nonetheless, soon she reached the Iron Throne, turned her back to it, and carefully sat herself down. As menacing as the barbs were, they did not cut Dany. She was very happy for that; it was a sign the Throne had accepted her.

"All hail Queen Daenerys Targaryen!" Ser Jorah exclaimed.

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“Aye, I think a tour of Winterfell is quite in order,” said Jon.

“Go right ahead, Jon,” replied Robb. “Your friends are most welcome. I, on the other hand, must meet with our new allies in the great hall. We’ve many matters to discuss. We’ll meet again at supper time.”

Meanwhile, Catelyn told Arya softly, “You may go along with Jon if you like, dear. Just be sure he brings you all to the great hall in time for supper.”

Jon proceeded to show Ygritte many of the features of Winterfell, and a few other curious members of the Free Folk went with them. Jon introduced them to Arya, whom he allowed to practically lead the tour and show off her knowledge of House Stark’s ancestral fortress.

Meanwhile, Robb and Catelyn met with Stannis and Mance in the great hall. “I understand the Wall is undermanned,” he said to both of them. “I will spread word among my bannermen, and every man that is able will be prepared to bolster the Night’s Watch when the time comes.”

To Mance he added, “The North owes the Free Folk a debt of gratitude for today. If your people are indeed willing to abide by our laws, to live in peace with my bannermen and smallfolk alike, then I think we can arrange for you to settle in a suitable corner of the North to call your home.”

(Maybe Smalljon Umber can bring Rickon and Osha back to Winterfell at this point. Also, the Wall is better manned in the books, correct? If so, I thought Bran, Hodor, Summer, and Jojen & Meera Reed could be hiding out at one of the western castles and make their way back to Winterfell. Lastly… do we want Jon & Ygritte to diaper each other at this point in the AU, since Gilly is still at Castle Black, or are you at all interested in having Talisa do it? I’m good either way.)

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Missandei sat silent and still on her low seat beside the Iron Throne, which was flanked by Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah. She could tell Dany was nervous, and probably happy to be diapered, but also brimming with pride and joy. Her rulership in Meereen had been brief and transitional, by design, but it had prepared her well.

Dany was a natural, truly born to be queen, and it wasn’t long before all lords of Seven Kingdoms gathered at the Red Keep would see it as well. Dany was home, and she was the queen she’d been born to be. Nothing in the world could make Missandei happier in this moment.

Sansa too felt practically mesmerized as Dany’s reign began. The Mother of Dragons was everything that Joffrey was not, that became obvious rather immediately. She was everything Robert Baratheon was not… and by all reports everything her own father the Mad King was not.

Nestling closer to her dearest friend and bedfellow, where they stood together in the gallery, Sansa discreetly whispered to Margaery, “She’s… she’s magnificent, is she not?”

[AJbestpony]

(Let's just have them diaper each other for now, and Talisa and Robb will do the same for each other. But soon enough they'll learn each other's secret.)

Arya was delighted to accompany her beloved half-brother around their ancestral home, even more than she was to be back there for the first time since they went south with King Robert. She was once again glad to be diapered. That way, she wouldn't have to leave Jon's side for anything.

"Your terms are quite amenable, Lord Robb," Stannis said in approval, "The Wall shall not fall in our lifetime, and we will ensure that it is adequately manned."


"And my people shall be forever indebted to you and yours," Mance proclaimed, "Though we still shall not bend the knee, we will abide by your laws and protect your kingdoms in the name of saving all our peoples."

The meeting did not go on for much longer, and at the end, Stannis took Robb aside and told him, "I did not know what to expect before I met you in person, but you truly are your father's son. Were he still alive, he would be proud of you."

Talisa smiled at that praise, as she had already come to gather that he did not give out praise freely or very often. She stood close to Robb and beamed at that.

Meanwhile, Lady Catelyn was walking the grounds of the estate herself when she spotted another small party coming from the northeast. She recognized the young man riding at the front; Smalljon Umber, the Greatjon's eldest. He rode alongside a female wildling, who shared her horse with a small boy.

Catelyn's eyes widened when she recognized the boy. "Rickon?!"

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Dany waited for each of the present lords and ladies to swear fealty to her one at a time. It took some time, while made her all the more grateful for the thick, cushy padding hugging her loins.

She noted Princess Sansa Stark, sister of the King in the North, was among the last to bend the knee. Having heard of the Young Wolf's feats even from across the Narrow Sea, she had come to believe he would make a worthwhile ally.

Once everyone had sworn their newfound loyalty to her, Dany dismissed them from the throne room. But she bade Lady Margaery and Princess Sansa to remain, the former because she was Lady Olenna's granddaughter and the latter for her relation to the Young Wolf.

"Please, let us talk in private," the young queen bade the two other girls, taking their hands in hers.