It's Good to be Queen

Queen Umbra sighed as she bounced lightly on her bed, staring forward into the flames as the stallion grunted beneath her. Turning back, she snarled and he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and faster as she returned her gaze to the fire. His penis head was flaring, meaning he was about to finish, but she stood and pulled herself off him, leaving a few strands of her arousal between her pussy and his shaft. She swished her tail, cutting the threads as a small cry rang out in her chamber.

Umbra groaned as the irritating voice cried again, turning her hateful gaze to the small bed near the door. Immediately, the stallion pulled himself up and ran to the smaller bed, cooing and shushing as he reached in and pulled out a small bundle of blankets. He bounced it lightly in his arms, singing softly as the blankets cried again, making Umbra roll her eyes.

"Is it hungry again?" she demanded.

The stallion looked up, gulping as she stared into his purple eyes. Slowly, he nodded, his yellow and purple mane bouncing with the bundle.

Umbra snorted as she sat back on the bed, folding her arms and crossing her legs as she stared at the window. The snow had melted, leaving a red sky among the black crystals in her kingdom below. She wished it would snow again soon. Turning back, she looked him up and down as the blankets cried again. "Bring it here."

The stallion walked over at once, presenting the bundle to Umbra as she took it, looking down into them to see a small pink filly squirming as she cried again. Cringing, she lowered it until the filly's mouth touched her nipple and began suckling, drawing the milk from her. She watched the filly feed for a few more seconds before looking up to the stallion, his member still rock hard.

"I hope you know how lucky you are, Royal Breeder," she spat, returning her gaze to the filly.

The stallion smiled. "I know I am the luckiest son of a buck in the world to have a child with the Queen and not be beheaded."

"As long as you remember," Umbra said, reaching over to brush away a few strands of the filly's pink and yellow mane. "Have you named the whelp yet?"

"I decided to call her Mi Amore Cadenza," the stallion said, nodding.

"'My love'? Goddess, can you not be so sentimental?" Umbra growled. "I swear, sometimes you make me wish I had executed you."

"The name I will call her by is Cadance, my queen," the stallion said. "Her full name—"

"Is only for a formality, I know!" Umbra said as the filly's gums squeezed her nipple, drawing more milk from her.

Silence followed as the filly fed from her, drinking deep until her face began to contort. Pulling her away, Umbra handed the filly back to the stallion and watched as he gently patted her back. Several more minutes passed before a small burp came from the filly and the stallion smiled back to Umbra. "She's a lot like you."

Umbra rolled her eyes. "How?"

"She's not afraid to demand for what she wants," he said, sitting next to his queen. "She also has your eyes and height."

Umbra cast a death glare at the stallion. "She's colored the exact same as you. She looks nothing like me."

The stallion shrugged, rocking the foal against his shoulder. "She's got plenty of her mother in her."

Umbra felt her cheeks begin to burn as her gaze hardened. "Well, put her to sleep quickly. Your duties have not been fulfilled, and I expect you to do your duty."