It's Good to be Queen

The wind howled as snow pelted itself against the windows of the great hall, adding a splash of color to the dreary gray clouds swirling outside. Lamps burned dimly against the crystal walls, sending dozens of refracted beams across the polished floor and weathered wooden furniture. Guards covered in steel armor stood motionless at each door, their piercing green gazes fixated in front of them as the servants scurried about, their heads down. The rags they wore did little to show the positions they held, especially since they were in the presence of the most powerful monarch in the entire Frozen North.

At the head of the room, Queen Umbra sat on her great crystal throne, absentmindedly stroking the flowing ebony locks behind her ear. Her eyes of fiery red stared ahead at a gigantic purple banner above the magnificent doors of cloudy zirconium. She had traced every sharpened edge of the banner, studied every inaccuracy in the design of her cutie mark and noted the exact difference in the length of each side. The banner wasn't perfect, and the fool who made it learned that when the axe came down on his neck. Still, another one was being made and would be ready by next summer when the cotton finally bloomed.

A sigh escaped her as she leaned back further into the throne, feeling her dress tighten around her chest and hips. Glancing down, she removed her hand from toying with her mane and scratched a small itch between her magnificent breasts, cooing at the pleasure. The dress pressed against them in just the right way, barely containing them without allowing the unworthy to see anything but how big the pair was. Black string crisscrossed the plunging V-neck, following it all the way down to her navel where the dress joined. The union was only brief, however, as two slits on either side showed off the perfectly lithe muscles in her legs, leaving the rest of the black velvet dress to drape down the front of the throne, right on top of her favorite red cape.

She glanced out at the court, noting the maids had almost completed moving the furniture, sparking a familiar itch in her nethers. Grunting, Umbra shifted in her throne slightly, crossing her legs and arms as she kept watching. The itch grew, however, spreading as a needy tingling into her legs and she hissed slightly. The itch was becoming stronger, despite her best efforts to stay it. Her heat had arrived earlier than she had anticipated, meaning she had to spend three days struggling with the itch until her guards had gotten the fresh crop together. Many methods were tried, both magical and herbal, but nothing stayed her desire. The toys only gave her brief respite from the annoyance, but soon she wouldn't have to worry about the irritating cycle.

Her teeth grit together as the itch started to burn, warming the insides of her thighs. A small trickle of fluid began to wet her skin, forcing her to squirm and rub her legs together. The fluid spread further as more followed, trickling down her leg and back to where her butt met the throne. Irritation flashed in her eyes as a she looked down at herself, growling like a wolf. She was mere minutes from receiving satisfaction, yet her body demanded attention. Her hand slipped down and underneath her dress, brushing slightly against her nethers. She stifled a small gaps as the flat of her nails touched her swelling marehood, filling her mind with thoughts of pleasure and desires to be bent over on the throne and rutted in front of the staff.

"Blast," Queen Umbra mumbled through clenched teeth, forcing her mind to clear.

Glancing up from herself, she breathed deeply and closed her eyes as her fingers began their ministrations, circling her nethers with agonizing slowness. Small explosions of pleasure rocked her mind as they worked, leaving her marehood twitching for more. The burning grew more intense as each second passed, demanding to be sated with more pleasure as she gulped, opening her eyes and looking down at herself. A cold washed over her body as she curled her fingers, allowing the hard and smooth tops of her nails to travel the length of her slit. She shivered as an intense urge to stuff them into her marehood washed over her, making her gasp as she struggled against her desires.

"Handmaiden!" she shouted, causing everyone in the room to jump. The guards turned to her instantly as the others fumbled about before one of them ascended the steps to the throne, bowing low as she approached.

"M-My queen," she stammered.

Queen Umbra growled, causing the handmaiden to recoil slightly. "Fetch me one of my toys from my chambers. Do not dare delay."

The handmaiden shivered as she backed away slightly. "Would you prefer the drake phallus or the stallion?"

"Whichever one you grab first!" Queen Umbra roared, pausing her ministrations as she leaned forward in her throne. Her arousal dripped from her fingernails as she placed her hand on the end of the armrest. "Now go!"

The handmaiden squeaked as she darted down the steps, almost tripping on her rags as Queen Umbra reclined again, following the mare as she practically ran through the side entrance. Satisfied, she grunted as she looked over to her hand, noting the extra sheen her nails had received. An aroma of arousal hung in the air, both flowery and carnal. The itch hit her again with renewed intensity, forcing her hand to pick up where it left off. She sighed as it returned to work, slipping across her soaked flesh with ease as the itch paused with the pleasure. An intense desire to feel herself be manhandled overtook her senses, forcing her other hand to grab her breast. The tips of her fingers ran across the hardened nipple poking through the dress, making her shiver once again.

Minutes passed as Queen Umbra masturbated in her throne, resisting the urge to teleport to her chambers and get her stash of toys out. The handmaiden would return with one of them soon, or else she would be a pile of ash on the steps. Thankfully, the sound of doors creaking open rang in Umbra's ears, breaking her lust fueled trance. She looked down as the handmaiden practically ran up the steps, a glorious golden replica of a stallion's phallus in her hand.

"M-My Queen," she squeaked as she kneeled before her, presenting the toy like it was an offering to a god.

Queen Umbra's lips split into a devious smile as her horn lit, wrapping the toy in her black aura and floating it up to her. "Well done, faithful handmaiden. Go and finish the preparations and I will reward you."

The handmaiden bowed low again and backed away slowly. "Oh, thank you, my Queen! Thank you so much!"

Umbra paid no attention as she examined the toy, her grin only growing wider. Gradually, it lowered and turned to point at her as she lifted her hand from her marehood, brushing the dress aside and exposing the burning to the icy air. She shivered once more, but kept her eyes locked onto the phallus as it drifted closer and eventually brushed its head against her. A long hiss escaped her as she squirmed yet again, curling her fingers into tight fists and digging the tips of her nails into her wrists. The brief pain cleared her mind long enough to focus on pushing the toy in. Her legs spread wider as the tip gently glided past her lips, filling her just the right way and sating the desire coursing through her.

The sound of wet sloshing and hissing began to echo in the chamber as Umbra moved it back and forth, moistening the toy enough to slip in without hesitation. Her wide grin remained at more pleasure electrocuted her senses, showing her pearly white fangs and the snakelike tongue that darted out whenever she gasped or groaned. Pure ecstasy washed over her as she draped the dress back over the phallus, pushing it in as deep as she could handle. The toy certainly was big enough to fill her completely, but after a few more thrusts with it, the pleasure slackened and Umbra clenched her teeth again. A moment of clarity broke through her lust-addled mind, reminding her this was merely a toy. No matter what she did, the phallus felt exactly like it was: fake.

Irritation replaced ecstasy as she forced it to move faster, gliding about her marehood with ease. The toy was a perfect replica of one of her former suitors, one who had the honor of pleasuring her for three years before she grew bored of him. Still, it was lacking the essentials that made her itch return. The toy didn't twitch like a real one would, nor did it radiate the warmth she craved. No one besides her would grunt or grab her breasts or butt as it fucked her needy marehood, nor would it give her the sweet sensation of dousing her heat with the warm and sticky fluid her body demanded.

Queen Umbra grunted in frustration as she forced the toy in as far as it would go, wincing a bit as it bottomed out. Her pussy clenched and massaged it with renewed vigor, but she leaned back in her throne, scowling at herself. As queen, she had hundreds of stallions at her beck and call, many of whom would gladly replace the fake phallus with his own. Still, a queen like herself had standards, and no mere peasant would be allowed to even touch her, let alone spend the night with her and possibly seed her with his bastard child.

"No," she mumbled, lost in thought. A queen like her needed the absolute best of them, one who would not only please her, but give her the long awaited satisfaction she demanded. He needed to be able to keep control of himself around her, to last until she was ready to receive his gifts, to treat her like a proper mare in heat and not just some bitch needing to be fucked like a cheap whore. He needed to be perfect.

However, with the hundreds of stallions in her kingdom, the chances of finding such a stallion was slim to none if she just sent out a call. Sure, she could coerce him into coming to her by threatening the populace somehow, like feeding the firstborns to the manticores she kept under the castle, but that would only make him no better than the toy she currently had stuffed in her pussy. He would be able to meet her basic requirements, but he wouldn't please her the right way. She would have to order him at every step, which was ridiculous.

A small pounding on the crystal floor snapped Queen Umbra's attention away from her thoughts. She looked up and out at the great hall, noting all the handmaidens stood in a perfect line behind a single guard. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward. "Yes?"

"My Queen, the final preparations have been made," the guard said, placing his fist on his chest and bowing his head.

A smile split her face as the hunger returned to her red irises. "Well done. Is the crop prepared?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Queen Umbra leaned back in her throne, shifting as the cold and wet velvet of her dress pressed into her butt. She laced her fingers together and her tongue snaked out between her fangs. "Good, very good. Send for them immediately. Handmaidens, you are to go and prepare my chambers for an extended stay in there for the night and tomorrow morning. I expect a full setting of my favorite treats to be waiting without the confectionery. Do I make myself clear?"

As one, the handmaidens bowed low. Satisfied, Queen Umbra leaned forward in her throne and grinned wider as the handmaidens filed out through the side door, followed by the guards until she was alone in the hall. Throwing her head back, Umbra purred as she crossed her legs, driving the toy even deeper into her soaked pussy. The warmth from there spread through her body as she squirmed in anticipation, making her shiver as another cold breeze rolled across her.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to slow her breathing and to focus. She wasn't going to just be satisfied with the first piece of meat that walked through the doors, no matter what her carnal urges demanded. There was a strategy that needed to be followed and the unworthy to be weeded out. As her heart slowed, she opened her eyes again and lit her horn.

The grand doors glowed with green fire as she reclined even more in the throne, watching the dancing shapes within. Without thinking, she began to chew on one of her nails, noting the sweet yet heady taste on them. Her tongue curled around the tip as she realized she was licking up her own arousal, but the thought made her tongue slow to savor the flavor. She had tasted herself before, mostly when she felt compelled to shove as much of her suitor's phallus down her throat while he came, but she rarely had ever tasted her arousal without his salty musk.

As the doors reached about halfway apart, two guards marched in, their eyes forward and spears in hand. Behind them, several stallions shuffled in, each naked and looking about the room or with their heads down. One by one, each of them risked looking up at her and freezing as she locked onto their faces. Many of them were younger, a few years from adolescence but still in their prime, while a few seemed to teeter on the edge of her ideal suitor's age. Two of them sported slightly graying manes while another barely could see her over the top of the other's shoulders, meaning he probably had just come of age. Queen Umbra chuckled at him once she saw the raw youth in his face. She wasn't one for underaged colts on most occasions, but that didn't mean she hadn't shied from bedding one or four of them before.

Once the final member of the crop entered, the guards ordered the stallions into a straight line, jabbing at them with the butt of their spears. Some of the crop was already partially erect, giving Queen Umbra plenty to examine as the guards finished their job. Most of the penises were impressive, sporting a wide variety of lengths and girth down the line. Several of the older looking members seemed to keep themselves in check, making her curious as to what was hidden in their sheaths, but many of the clearly younger ones hid nothing. They proudly sported throbbing erections pointed directly at her, making her pussy ache again. It would be so easy to simply summon a chair and present herself to them, allowing every single member to give her the rutting she needed, but she kept her icy demeanor at the fore, remembering many of them would fail the simple task of listening in the next few minutes.

When the line had formed, the guards stood at the either end, saluting at her. Gradually, Queen Umbra stood up from her throne, suppressing a slight wince as her pussy tightened on the toy, preventing it from slipping out. She kept her face stoic as she continued to scan the line, making small mental notes about each specimen. She paused as she saw the colt from earlier, standing perfectly still with his chin up and erection twitching ever so slightly. A small sparkle at the tip of his penis caught her attention, allowing a minor smirk to touch the edges of her mouth before glaring at the rest.

"You are in the presence of the sovereign of the Frozen North, her majesty, Queen Umbra!" one of her guards roared. "Kneel!"

The line of stallions clumsily got down on one knee, bowing their heads to her as they tried not to look at each other. Umbra snorted in amusement, but repressed it before anyone would see it. The guard slammed the butt of his spear into the ground and the line rose once more, standing perfectly still as their penises wiggled stiffly.

"Do not expect me to say I am happy to see you lot," Queen Umbra said, her tone harsh. "It disgusts me I have to resort to finding a suitable specimen in the vermin, but one of you will have a special privilege tonight. I am in need of a stallion to sate my desires until I release him, and you just so happened to be the ones my guards decided were good enough."

A few grins cracked the stoic faces of the crop, causing Umbra to narrow her eyes.

"But remember, I decide who is worthy. If I do not find one who can satisfy me among you, then your punishment will be great. Your minds will be shucked from you and the remaining husk will become members of my shadow guard. I trust you will put your best effort into impressing me, else you will have said your final goodbyes to your loved ones."

Umbra smiled as she saw the terror form in their faces. Her tongue licked the sharpened edges of her fangs as she studied them, noting the distinct deflating of their erections. A few managed to keep themselves at full mast, though her eyes caught onto the now gleaming shaft of the colt. She followed his body up, eyeing the soft bulges of muscle beneath his crystalline pelt and up to his eyes. Curiously, she did not see the same terror that took the others. A different kind of terror flitted in his gaze, one that looked more hungry than scared.

"Guards!" she shouted. "How many?"

"Twenty, your majesty!" one of them responded.

Queen Umbra's horn lit as beams of pure black shot from the tip, leaving trails of some inky substance on the floor in front of the crop. Once the pool reached the correct length, purple electricity coursed through the substance, causing it to bubble and froth. Slowly, figures began to pick themselves up from the pool, forming almost perfect silhouettes of Queen Umbra herself and standing across from each stallion. Immediately, their penises began to emerge from their sheaths again as they stared at the shades, their eyes fixed upon the sizable breasts each one sported or the perfectly round butt behind their supple hips. When the final shade stood, the rest of the pool evaporated into the floor and Queen Umbra sat back on her throne.

"You will fuck these beings as if you were pleasing me," she said, lacing her fingers. "I will be able to sense everything you do to them, so any act other than pleasing to them will result in your family being imprisoned and you becoming a shadow guard."

She unlaced her fingers briefly and held one hand up, her middle finger pressed against her thumb.

"You will begin—now," she said, snapping her fingers.

Immediately, each shade took a step towards the stallions. Umbra smirked as she watched the varied reactions among them, noting just how wildly different each member of the crop was. Some began kissing the shades passionately, their tongues dancing about the shade's mouth as their hand gripped their breasts, butts and thighs, each one kneading them with varying pressure. Some squeezed the shades like they were trying to juice a fruit, making it painful as others barely touched them, forcing the shade to take the lead.

Queen Umbra's smirk began to die as she realized just how incompetent the group felt. Many of the shades reported back negative reactions to their ministrations, a couple even being forced to spread themselves already by the crop. The stallions were eager to bury themselves into the shade's pussy and they thrust in dry, eliciting a few screams of pain from the shades. At the end of the line, each guard began to move towards the screaming, but they paused as Umbra forced them to return to their positions. Despite the pain the shades experienced and her ire at their inability to control themselves, she needed to know what they felt like fucking the shades before they were to be shucked.

Her pussy throbbed on the toy as the sensations ran through her mind, forcing Umbra to reposition herself. Despite the few imbeciles, the opinions of the shades began to turn more pleasurable, as if there was a few who knew better than to jump right in. The kissers spent their time feeling the shades' bodies, steadily arousing them with their ministrations. Some kept massaging the breasts and butts, still getting their grips under control while others allowed the shades to begin stroking their penises, giving Umbra intimate knowledge of how each shaft felt. Of the few she could sense, she could tell the shades touch was too much and some of them came, spraying their seed onto the shade's hands and the floor below. Umbra growled as she sensed the disappointment from the proxies, disgusted at the lack of self-control in the crop.

Those who did manage to show themselves capable of controlling their urges returned their pleasure to the shades, some fingering their inky nethers and others expanding their kissing area down to their necks and breasts. They licked and sucked on the nipples as the shades ran their hands across their heads, noting which ones were cleaner and smelled better.

Umbra's attention drifted from them as she returned to those with their shafts buried deep in the shades' pussies, pumping themselves in and out at their own pace. By now, the shades had moistened up enough to make the fucking pleasurable, even getting into the stallion's preferred positions. Most were on their back, missionary style with their legs spread wide while a few others were more adventurous, such as one sitting on the stallion's lap, his face buried between her breasts, and another being fucked doggy style, yelping as the stallion tugged at her mane with one hand and forced her tail up with the other. Steadily, Queen Umbra's hand reached down and began to pull the toy from her pussy, savoring the texture and sensations from the shades.

As the minutes passed, the shades and stallions began to meld together, a tangled mess of bodies, sweat and arousal. The stallions grunted and groaned as they fucked their shade, some of them getting much more into the orgy than the others. Two of them had already penetrated the shade's ass, grabbing handfuls of their cheeks as they pumped in and out. A few continued to fellate their shade, lapping away at their drenched marehoods while the shade pushed as much of their penis as they could into their mouths, deepthroating them down to their base and massaging their testicles with a free had. As the ponies fucked, Umbra eagerly drank in the sight, resisting a powerful urge to go and join them. Instead, she furiously rubbed her slit as the toy flew back and forth, giving her the most meager pleasure as the shade's flooded her senses.

From what she could decipher, most of the stallions had cum already, whether in the shade's mouth or pussy. It was easy to pick out the premature ones, as their semen was runny and tasted watery to the shades, but sadly the ones who could hold out did no better. Many of them were bitter or came too little to match the volume Umbra expected, making her more irritated as she continued to masturbate.

The selection of possible suitors was thinning fast, down to only three by the time Umbra became frustrated with her toy, yanking it from her dripping slit and tossing it off to the side. She silently fumed at how her heat had grown this intense, forcing her to abandon the one thing keeping her sane in the flood of sexual stimulation. With those marked as failures already eliminated from her attention, she forced her mind to clear long enough to find out who the remaining three were. One of them was about to cum in the shade's ass, his telltale flare stopping the head of his penis from leaving, while the second one had buried his phallus between the shade's breasts, tugging on the nipples as he groaned and tried to fight off his own impending orgasm.

She paused at the third, stunned to feel the shade's ecstasy. The stallion was gentle to a fault, pausing at every second the shade motioned in an unusual way. His soft hand caressed her breasts as she humped him with all her energy, leaving a large wet spot at the base of his shaft and soaking her fingers as she played with his balls. His penis was the perfect size and girth, giving the shade's pussy something to grip as she fucked him, but not causing her discomfort or stretching her too far. Umbra inhaled sharply as she sensed who the shade was with. The same colt who had caught her eye earlier was underneath her, gasping heavily as his leg gave the twitch, signaling he would cum any second.

Fascinated, Umbra rose from her throne and slowly descended the steps down into the messy affair, her eyes fixed on the colt. The shade relayed his request for her to pause as his penis began to flare, allowing him time to breathe and grab the base of his shaft. Curious, the shade looked down as he grunted like an animal, squeezing himself with vigor. A small jet of his thick cum splashed inside the shade's pussy, coating her vagina with the hot and steamy spunk, but amazingly only a trickle followed as he gasped for air, releasing his grip on his penis.

Umbra stepped over another shade locked in an anal fucking as she sensed the colt's penis twitch again in the shade, still as hard as he could get. Immediately, he began thrusting into her and placed both hands on her breasts as he grunted. Undeterred by the interruption, the shade began to hump back, determined to get the semen from him. As the queen drew closer, the colt's groans echoed in her ears as her own pussy winked in unison. When she was only a few steps away, she heard the colt nearly yell as he sat up and pushed the shade off him, laying her on the floor gently before rubbing himself furiously.

His groans grew louder as his penis head flared again, stunning Umbra as the shade cupped her breasts. Without warning, the colt's pearly white semen gushed from his tip, flying out in long ropes as he struggled to aim. The first rope flew up to the shade's face, leaving a perfect line of white from her nose to her navel, but the second was more controlled, blasting like a hose against her lower belly and dripping down onto her pussy. The third and fourth rope followed suit, creating a small pool of cum on the shade's belly before he pointed his head at the breasts, giving his final fifth and sixth spurts to leave a messy goop to run down the shade's breasts and sides.

The shade began to rub her hands in his semen, analyzing the texture and taste when the colt sat back and gasped for air. He panted a few times as he looked at the ground beside him, noting a towering shadow before looking up into Queen Umbra's eyes. A primal fear filled his as Umbra studied his eyes, noting the bright pink irises and his shrinking pupils as sweat dripped from his purple and yellow locks. She turned to the shade, watching as it played with his semen. Looking back to the colt, Umbra kneeled next to the shade and extended one of her fingers, dipping it into the pool of cum. The white puddle swirled as Umbra mixed it before hooking her finger and coming up with a sizable amount. Long strands dripped from her as she guided her finger into her mouth, tasting the colt's fluids.

A sense of pure pleasure washed over Umbra's face as the sticky cum dripped onto her tongue. His semen was salty and very tangy, but had a strong sweetness to balance the taste. She eagerly sucked her finger clean as the colt stared, watching her every move with a mix of fear and awe in his eyes. Umbra hummed as she swallowed down the cum, resisting the urge to scoop up more and guzzle it down. Looking over to him, she licked her teeth and stood.

"Oh yes, you will do," she said, her eyes travelling down his body to his shrinking penis.

The colt gulped audibly as Queen Umbra turned back to the crowd of other stallions, her horn glowing as the shades froze around the room. Gradually, each one vanished into smoke, much to the protests of the crop, but their complaints were silenced as the guards began to walk among them and shouted orders.

"Get up! Back in line, all of you!" one of them roared as the butt of his spear smashed into one stallion's cheek. The crop rushed to form a line, hastily grabbing and shoving each other out of the way. Out of the corner of her eye, Umbra caught the colt start to rise, but she pointed a finger at him, freezing him in place as the last few finished lining up.

"Not you," she said, turning back to him, smiling with a predatory grin.

The tip of her horn began to glow as she released the spell holding the colt in place, allowing him to land on the floor and struggle to stand again. Black streaks whirled around them as her horn brightened, forming a perfect sphere around them. The colt tried to say something, but his words were lost as Umbra spun and glared at the rest of the group.

"You, you and you," she said, pointing to the three worst stallions and looking over to the guards. "Shuck them. The rest may go."

A cry of terror rang out as the sphere covered Umbra and the colt completely, blotting out the light as the black contracted around them, giving them a small squeeze before whipping away as quickly as it arrived, revealing a massive chamber of deep purple crystals. She turned to the colt as his head spun side-to-side, shock replacing any fear he had. Umbra smirked as she stepped closer to him, noting his reaction mirrored many of the other suitors she had previously chosen. Her chamber was quite impressive to those who did not regularly visit it, which was almost everyone except her, but even she had to admire the layout it was in now.

Her gigantic four-poster bed was perfectly dressed with the red sheets she loved, set near the row of windows overlooking her kingdom. A green fire blazed in the huge fireplace, bathing the room in a comforting warmth and surrounded by several long and curvy fainting couches and her favorite armchairs. Light from the fire refracted in the crystal chandelier, casting small beams of green onto the table of rough hewn ruby below. Atop the table sat a few covered platters, along with several bottles of lubrication, a riding crop and restraints for later use. Umbra breathed deeply as the scent of cinnamon washed over her senses, intensifying the warmth spreading from her marehood.

Glancing back at the colt, she was surprised to see him standing. His arms were at his side and his chin was up, giving her the chance to glimpse his firm chest and belly. He was well developed for one as young as he was, showing he certainly had the strength she was looking for, but not to the point of being just a slab of muscle like the mine workers. His height might create a problem, though, as he stood only to her chin, but she knew it would prove redundant once he began fucking her. After all, she would be on her back or chest for most of it.

"How old are you?" she asked, causing him to jump.

"E-Eighteen, your m-majesty," he said.

Umbra raised an eyebrow as she looked him over, noting the slight quiver in his hands as he stiffened. "Eighteen?"

"Yes, your majesty! My birthday was three days ago," he replied, his voice quivering.

A savage grin crept onto her face as Umbra bit the tip of her nail again, satisfied with how everything fell into place. He wasn't the ideal age for her to bed, but he would not be the youngest to spill his seed for her. Still, his performance with the shade renewed the flow of juices from her pussy as she recalled the sensations it had shared. His age would be of no concern if he could satisfy her lust. Her grin widened as she stepped closer to him and her horn began to glow again. It was softer than when she had cast spells in the throne room, but the purple mist seeping from the corners of her eyes began to swirl around her. The colt took a step back, but the mist shot out and latched onto his eyes, locking him in place as she drew closer.

"Are you afraid of your Queen?" Umbra asked, her voice raspy.

"I... I... yes," the colt replied.

"Good," she said, watching the whites of his eyes turn emerald green. "You should be afraid of me. I am extremely easy to displease and unforgiving to those who disappoint me. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

The colt gulped again, staring deep into Umbra's eyes. "N-No."

"That's a good colt. Your queen deserves the best, don't you agree?"

He nodded as her smile grew, watching as his magenta eyes were washed over with a bright red. "Y-Yes, your majesty."

"And are you going to give me your best?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I-I will, your majesty," the colt said as the red in his eyes began to glow.

Umbra smiled as she felt the magic lessen from her horn. The spell had nearly finished molding him into the perfect fucking machine, ready to do as she commanded. She had an affinity for mind control spells, using the intoxicating feel of power over her subjects as strength to maintain control. It had become a necessary tool for her, especially since the first few stallions she had bedded as queen had difficulty following her direction. This made it much easier to get what she wanted, regardless of how sore he would be the following week.

As the spell ended, she channeled another spell into her hand, forming a black orb similar to her teleportation spell. Her eyes gleamed as it grew, unwrapping her arms from the colt. He looked down at the orb, confusion crossing his face, but remained silent. Together, they watched it grow for a few more seconds before Umbra was satisfied with it.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

The colt predictably shook his head. As he finished, he looked back into her eyes as a she saw a twinge of fear cross his, making her smirk. As fast as lightning, her hand with the orb shot down to his nethers, grasping his testicles with an iron grip. The colt gave a small yelp in surprise as her fingers tightened more and the tips of her nails began to dig into his jewels. A sensation of both icy cold and white hot jolted through them, causing him to grit his teeth at the sensation.

"W-What?" he managed to stammer before yelping again as Umbra gave a small tug on his balls.

"A spell just for you," she replied, rubbing his testicle between her fingers.

The colt let out a pained whine as she pinched him, her nails leaving indents on the skin. His body shook as he struggled to contain the pain and pleasure running through his nerves, causing him to tear up a bit. As he did, Umbra let go of his balls and gently brought her hand up the length of his hardening shaft, pausing to rub her thumb on the head.

"That is the product of many failed suitor attempts," she whispered. "It'll make you produce more sperm in less time, ignore pain as you cum repeatedly and give me more of your seed than you can imagine."

The colt locked eyes with her again, awe replacing the confusion in his stare. Umbra grinned wickedly as his shaking slowed to a stop and he straightened up, her heart beginning to pound in excitement. His penis had nearly reached its full erect length, already pressing her hand against her dress and pushing her fingers farther apart. She felt the steady trickle of her arousal drip down her leg as the aroma filled the air again. Keeping her grip on his shaft, she stepped back, pulling him along with a gentle tug. The colt followed, his penis twitching at her touch, when Umbra bumped into the table.

"Now, to see if the spell worked," she said, lighting her horn once more. Behind her, she heard the clatter of the tableware moving and stepped aside, licking her lips as she eyed the treats hidden within. From underneath the lid, several cinnamon rolls still steamed as their scent mixed with her arousal. They were the perfect size, each about the same size as her fist, but they lacked one very important ingredient. Turning to the colt, she saw him looking down at them as well.

"Glaze them," Umbra ordered, releasing his penis as it twitched again. "Cover them completely."

The colt's hand flew to his shaft, gripping it tightly as his fist began to pump up and down his length. He threw his head back as his fingers massaged the head and medial ring, grunting before looking back down at the treats. His hand picked up speed, causing him to twitch more, but there was no clear indication he was nearing orgasm. She saw him glance over to her briefly before returning to himself, watching as he twitched harder. Her smirk widened as she walked around the table, tracing the edge with her finger. She could feel his eyes glue onto her as she sat on the edge. Looking back, she locked eyes with him before pulling her legs up onto the table and laying in front of him. His reaction was instantaneous as she watched his penis throb violently.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked as she bent her leg, allowing her dress to fall limply around her waist.

The colt nodded as his fist picked up speed. His eyes followed the curves of her legs and locked onto her hips for a few seconds before looking up at her. She raised her chin, eyeing him with an amused look.

"I don't see any glazing yet. Perhaps you need some encouragement?" she said, grabbing her breast and massaging it.

His penis gave a mighty twitch at that, the head flaring briefly. Umbra licked her lips as her hand continued to play with her breast and she lit her horn. Immediately, the strings began to pluck as the dress spread itself, pulling itself apart. She gasped sharply as the cold air rushed in, hardening her nipples as the dress peeled away, revealing them to the colt. His body started to tremble as he stared, his head twitching with each pump of his fist. Once the top of the dress hung around her waist, a loud ripping noise tore through the silence as the slit on the side raced up the length of the dress. As the noise faded, Umbra grabbed the remainder of the dress and pulled it off, revealing her burning marehood to the icy air.

A primal grunt escaped the colt as his head flared properly, throbbing violently as he fought off his orgasm. His fist slowed into an erratic pattern, squeezing the underside of his shaft occasionally. Umbra responded in kind, snaking her hand down to her puffy lips and massaging herself. The wet squelching of her ministrations echoed in the room and the colt cried out, grabbing the table for support. His penis head almost doubled in size as the first blast of cum shot out like a geyser, splashing as it collided with the cinnamon rolls. He threw his head back and struggled to look at Umbra as more ropes flew across the rolls.

Queen Umbra's stomach rumbled as she watched his semen bathe the pastries, covering their tops as more and more piled on. Some of his cum leaked off the side of the platter, forming a bizarre waterfall as it pooled on the table. The colt let out one final groan as his cum dribbled out, clinging to his head as he gasped for air. Umbra turned back to the edge and stood, sauntering over to the colt as he finally caught his breath. She looked over to the platter and admired his work, noting that not a single cinnamon roll was left dry. She reached down and grabbed his retreating penis, feeling his cum warm her fingers as she rubbed the tip.

"Very good," she said, staring into his eyes with her own half-lidded gaze. "How about a taste?"

With her other hand, she reached out and plucked a roll from the platter, feeling his semen ooze in every direction. Both of them turned to the roll, watching as long strands of the colt's gooey cum hung from the bottom. Umbra stuck her tongue out and licked at the strands when the roll came close enough to her snout, cooing at the taste. His cum was still tangy and salty, but his natural sweetness was amplified by the cinnamon sugar mixed in with it. She eagerly took a huge bite out the roll, her mouth flooding with the excess cum. Slowly, she chewed the concoction, deliberately savoring the flavor. The colt watched her every move, inching closer to her. She let go of his penis once she felt his sheath and proceeded to lick the cum from her fingers.

"Delicious," she said, turning to him.

"T-Thank you," he replied.

He was less than a foot from her when she saw his hand tentatively reach out to her breast, as if he was afraid she would sever it. Under normal circumstances, she would have, but her body practically screamed for attention. As his warm fingers touched it, a shiver ran through her as she bit into the roll again. Chewing and gulping quickly, she turned to him and the colt froze.

"I think you've earned a reward," she said as a fiery lust filled her eyes. "Pleasure me."

The colt didn't hesitate to follow her command. He pressed his body next to her started massaging her breast while he planted soft kisses on her neck, earning a long moan from Umbra as she chewed. His other hand gently rubbed her belly, carefully exploring every inch of her as it lowered closer to her marehood, making her soaked lips wink. Eventually, his hand found its way there and he slowly traced circles on her slit, eliciting more moans from his queen. His kisses followed her curves to the breast he was massaging and to her nipple, allowing his lips to latch on and his tongue to play with it while he sucked on her. As his mouth took over, his other arm wrapped around her back, running long laps up and down her thigh and waist.

As Umbra placed the last piece of the cinnamon roll in her mouth, she gasped as his fingers found her clit, brushing it with the flats of his fingertips. The colt seemed to pick up the pace after she reacted, sucking on her nipple harder and running his fingers over her clit again, making her shiver as euphoria ran through her body. Her pussy eagerly winked, attempting to catch one of his fingers as she struggled to keep her breathing level. For such a young colt, she was surprised at his ability to pleasure her in just the right way. She didn't have time to wonder, though, when she swallowed the last bit of the roll and turned to him. The colt paused, pulling away from her nipple and looking up at her when she grabbed his face and kissed him, her tongue immediately invading his mouth.

To say the colt was good was an understatement. His delicious cum was still on her tongue when she pressed hers against his, tasting his saliva for the first time and nearly melting when it washed over her. His saliva was just as sweet, forcing her to try and gulp down his tongue once it braved her mouth. The colt didn't hesitate in his ministrations as they kissed, continuing to rub her pussy and tease her clitoris. As Umbra lost herself in the moment, she was brought back to reality when she felt the warm and smooth shaft of his penis brush against her inner thigh. Her hand made a beeline for it, but felt the colt's hand as his penis inched closer to her pussy.

A primal urge overtook Umbra as she pulled herself from the kiss, heaving heavy breaths as she glared into the colt's eyes. His ministrations slowed as his penis hovered less than an inch from her marehood. A tense few seconds passed as they stared at each other before Umbra growled.

"Bed. Now," she said, her tone furious.

The colt nearly jumped as he turned to the bed before Umbra pulled him in and kissed again, this time taking full control. The colt froze as her tongue assaulted him, moving back as she began to push him towards the bed. The journey was short as the back of his legs hit the soft and silky sheets just as Umbra released him from the kiss. She shoved him hard and he fell back onto the bed, bouncing once as he reoriented himself, staring back at the queen while his penis stood erect. The lust in her eyes was practically an inferno as she swung her leg onto the bed, straddling him and pressing his shaft against her soaked marehood.

He could only gasp as her juices nearly coated him in seconds, leaving his shaft twitching as the cold air swirled around him. Umbra was slow and deliberate, focusing on how good it felt to finally have a real penis against her pussy as she finished setting herself on the bed. Her hand guided the colt as he reached up to grab her breast, her other hand toying with the head of his shaft. His precum nearly dribbled constantly from his tip, soaking both her hand and the head. The colt stared in awe at the sight of his penis being warmed, unable to see Umbra's predatory smile and her horn glowing.

Turning away from him, she managed to take a few deep breaths as one of the bottles of lubricant floated next to her. She quickly grabbed it with both hand, drawing the colt's attention as she shook and uncorked it. The scent of strawberries filled the room as she tipped the bottle over, allowing the clear liquid to fall onto the colt's penis, mixing with her arousal. He hissed as the warm fluid coated him, followed by Umbra's hand rubbing his shaft and working it all the way around. He felt his head begin to flare, but forced himself to ignore the sensation as best he could and focus on Umbra. She stared back at him as she lifted her pussy away from him, using her hand to pull his penis into position.

"From this point on, you will do as I say," she said, her voice laced with a playful edge. "You will fuck me until I tell you to stop, cum when I order you and where I tell you to. Is that understood?"

The colt nodded furiously, his penis bobbing with him. Umbra smiled as she slowly began to lower herself and allowed the head of his penis to touch her marehood. He tensed and gasped, grabbing fistfuls of the silk sheets.

"Perfect," she cooed. "Don't fail me."