The Queen's Paramour

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Queen's Demands
Chapter 2: The Queen's Collector
Chapter 3: The Queen's Prisoner
Chapter 4: The Queen's First Inspection Policy
Chapter 5: The Queen's Selfish Desires
Chapter 6: The Queen's Test of Worth

Chapter 1: The Queen's Demands

The room was deathly quiet as the members of Umbra's council fell into a shocked silence. The only audible noise was the flickering of the torch sconces that lined the walls, casting illuminating light that reflected off the polished, black-marble floor. The winds howled outside, even nature itself seeming shocked and horrified by what the dark queen had said.

"I... I beg your pardon, Your Majesty?" the head advisor, Vorreim, asked in a dry, terrified tone.

"Did I stutter?" Umbra asked in a snarling tone, her magma-red eyes flaring up in annoyance, a snarl curling her lip up and bearing her ivory-white fangs. "I said I want you to gather our spies and send them looking for a worthy candidate."

"Y-Yes, I understood you, b-but..." he said, his forehead pressed against the floor as he spoke to his ruler. "Why?"

"Why?" Umbra asked, leaning forward with a menacing glare. "Did you just ask me to justify myself? To someone like you?"

"N-No, Your Highness!" he exclaimed, rocketing up to a standing position, clapping his hands together in a praying gesture and bowing his head multiple times. "Your wisdom is above all those gathered here put together, but I would be honoured if you were to at least inform us lesser beings on the machinations of your god-like mind!"

Umbra leaned back, crossing her legs over, leaning on her armrest, and staring down at the pitiful excuse for a stallion with pure distaste. She hated him. She hated all of them. They were nothing but emasculated geldings pretending to be stallions, afraid to so much as look at her when addressing her and falling apart like a house of cards in a tornado should she so much as furrow her brow. Though while she despised having to even associate with the likes of them, she'd be a fool to deny that they were useful.

They were eyes and ears in places she couldn't get hers. She'd cherry-picked all of them from the best academies in the world, selecting the highest-level graduates in any field she needed to assist her in running the kingdom. Vorreim was a choice she'd made after ruling for about twenty years, and he'd served her well. He was worthless when it came to inspiring respect from those gathered around him, being more than known as a stallion that would lick the dirt of a thousand fields off her boots if she asked him to.

"Fine," she spat, rolling her eyes and sitting up straight for a moment. "My reign is immortal, it is unending. This is a fact that has been set in stone since the day it began. But arrogance and carelessness are the first signs of a blind monarch. This is why I have gone to such lengths to ensure that any rebellions, coups, or even meeting rooms where plots of a more... rebellious nature have been stamped out before they've had a chance to catch fire properly."

"Y-Yes, Your Greatness, you've done a great job at stamping down the vermin," Vorreim nodded, his shit-eating grin only symptomatic of a stallion that spent as much time brown-nosing as he did.

Putting her personal dislike of her adviser aside for the moment, she continued her speech in a loud and clear manner.

"These choices have been made to make sure that not only is there no current threat of the public rebelling against me, but also to prevent the seeds of rebellion being sown again," she said, standing up and walking down to those gathered. "These plans are not just for today, but to secure tomorrow. This is why, after much deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that now is the best time for me to produce an heir to this throne. Now, I am more than aware that, should everything continue as it has, this child will be nothing more than a back-up plan for an actuality that will almost definitely never occur."

She stopped on the ball of her foot as she walked, turning around with a finger held aloft in the air as she continued.

"But while I am sure that my power is great enough to stand against whatever threats I may face," she said. "I am not stupid enough to believe that I am immune to dumb luck or simple errors of judgement. One can plan to seize control of a crown down to the smallest, most minute detail, but one cannot plan for a sneeze causing you to trip down a staircase, nor can one plan for a drunken misstep on a high bridge that sends you tumbling to your death. I am confident that I can stop any head-on threat, but Lady Luck may have her way with me eventually, and this is why I need to secure my bloodline to this throne."

The room went silent for a long moment, Umbra's large, booming voice fading away into nothing once her speech was done. There was a rustle of her chainmail and a clink of her armour as she turned around to look at the room before her. Her eye twitched briefly in annoyance as she saw none of them making a move to begin their search, but then realised that they wouldn't dare move a muscle without her allowing it.

"Go, all of you," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "And don't return to me until you've found someone worthy of me."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" a chorus of voices came, soon followed by the shuffling of feet and the opening of doors as they all cleared out of the throne room.

Umbra remained where she was for a long moment, her mind awash with thoughts and fears of parenthood. The concept of childbirth did not frighten her. Magic and a removal from the stomach would make sure she never had to experience labour or any of the usual complications a birthing mother did. What worried her more was that carrying a child in her womb for eleven months would greatly impact her training. A child was a rather sensitive thing when developing, so she'd without doubt have to cut most of her heavy spar and weight training and settle for basic cardio exercises.

She rolled her shoulders, feeling the small-yet-toned muscle of her shoulders and back flex as she did so, an annoyed growl falling through her fangs as she began to resent parenthood immediately. Almost a whole year without any serious exercise would make it as if she'd never started training to begin with. She'd end up being rake thin, out of shape, and struggle harder than ever to get her strength back.

She shook her head, trying to chase away the negative thoughts and focus on why she wanted a child in the first place: security. The loss of weight and strength would be more than worth it once she was cradling her successor in her arms. She'd obviously need to take an even longer break from training to perform motherly duties for the child. She couldn't bear the thought of handing her child away to some nun with a magical milk formula. The child would need to be fed by her breast and raised by her own hand, lest she run the risk of some sappy old mare soiling her child's mind with soft, wittering feelings.

She took her leave from the throne room, heading back to her private sector of the castle where none but permitted guards were allowed to enter. Those that stood outside the door did not speak to her; they weren't allowed to. Their obsidian black plate armour was polished to a sheen, and the spears they clutched in their strong hands were designed to be deadly and efficient. They opened the large set of double doors for her, receiving a thankful nod from her as she walked past them, and heading off to her room.

Once inside the warm, cosy confines of her bed chambers, she stripped out of her armour. She placed each piece of the enchanted steel plate on a velvet mannequin, designed to be soft so as to not scuff the armour itself. Once removing her boots, she was left in a soft, velvet undergarment that covered her from neck to toe. Deciding that she couldn't be bothered to fuss with the back straps, buttons, and intertwined silk strings used to fasten certain sections, she merely grabbed hold of the neck of the clothing and tore it downwards.

It shredded with a loud tearing sound, releasing the tightness of the outfit that had flattened her large breasts against her chest for the entirety of the day. She sucked in a large, fulfilling breath, feeling her chest finally expand out to its full width for once, no longer compressed and confined by her armour or her clothing. She pulled her chair out from under her desk, sitting in the large, expensive object and placing her feet up on her the piece of oak furniture in front of her.

She ran a hand through her thick, black hair, staring up at the ceiling as an entire day's worth of political nonsense ran through her head. Award ceremonies, citizen requests, parade preparations, meetings with stand-in rulers for parts of the world she had no interest in moving herself to. Her stress was through the roof today and she was not looking forward to the mood swings she'd experience during eleven months of pregnancies. She almost began to regret her choice at this point. She thought of cravings, morning sickness, and all the other rubbish she'd need to deal with.

She was distracted from her thoughts when a knock came at the door. She bid whoever it was entry, getting out of her chair and seeing a familiar, multi-shaded occupant of the castle walk through the door.

"Cadance," Umbra said in a neutral tone. "Can I help you?"

The pink Alicorn bowed her head in a respectful manner, greeting the dark queen with a warm smile and a kind tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she said. "I was wondering if I'd be able to schedule a few days leave with you?"

"For what?" Umbra asked, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"There's a carnival coming to the city this coming month, a three-day affair that is said to have games and shows that I think I'd really enjoy," she said in an excited tone, her hands joined just below her waist and an eager glint in her gorgeous eyes. "A few of the girls mentioned it to me, but they were too afraid to ask you, so I offered to do it. So... can we all go? Please?"

Umbra leaned against her desk, looking Cadance up and down for a long moment, before a brief smile spread onto her face. Cadance was always the most pleasant of the three Alicorn to deal with, mostly because she didn't need to pushed as much as the others to be broken. Luna had put up a fight for well over eighty years before Umbra had managed to whittle her down enough to swear fealty, magically aided of course, and Celestia had still refused to this very day. The eldest Alicorn spent all of her days blindfolded in a dungeon, hooked up to magic-siphoning equipment.

"Have you completed the rest of your work for this week?" Umbra asked, wanting to make sure Cadance wasn't just asking to shirk her duties.

"Of course, Your Majesty," she said. "I've cleaned up the tax offices records and organised them into a much more efficient system and also made sure that a few of the other girls in the offices know how to sort and reorder them if they get out of whack again... so... can we go?"

"If you've done all you said you have, and after I've checked it myself, I don't see a reason as to why you can't enjoy yourself for a few days," she said with a nod.

Cadance squealed in an excited manner, rushing over to Umbra and giving her a big, affectionate hug. Unlike the other two, Cadance had still kept a sense of joy in her existence. Luna was nothing more than a dreary shell of submissive anger, and Celestia never uttered a single word, even during her torture sessions. Cadance could still laugh and smile, but Umbra was more than positive that she did this as a way of staving off the pain she felt. Her husband was dead, her sister in law had sacrificed herself in vain to stop her, and everything she knew about her life before Umbra's returned was long dead.

Umbra chuckled quietly, snaking a hand around Cadance's backside and under her dress, squeezing the pink Alicorn's large, fuzzy rear.

"Ooh..." Cadance giggled, looking at Umbra with a cheeky glint in her eye. "Aren't you too tired tonight?"

"Surprisingly, no," Umbra smirked, giving the other mare a peck on the mouth. "I'm just in the mood for a..."

Umbra trailed off as her hand reached something on Cadance's backside that she didn't appreciate.

"Is... is something wrong?" the Alicorn asked.

She squeaked in surprise as Umbra spun her around, lifting up her dress and exposing her bare backside, only to see a large, serrated cut that had just began to scab over across Cadance's cutie mark. Umbra's eyes flared up in anger, turning Cadance around again and looking at her in the eyes.

"You haven't had a punishment authorised," she snarled in a menacing manner. "Who did that?"

"N-Nobody!" Cadance exclaimed, clearly lying. "I did it to myself when I was brushing my tail... I slipped with a metal comb and-"

"-just so happened to cut your cutie mark open with Captain Serra's favourite knife, right?" Umbra asked, cutting straight through Cadance's attempt to lie to her.

The Alicorn's pink eyes dropped from Umbra's gaze instantly, unable to come up with any kind of excuse.

"I've told her time and time again. I don't mind sharing my toys, but don't you dare damage them," Umbra growled, dragging a glowing finger over Cadance's cutie mark, causing the injury to heal quickly before getting dressed in basic attire.

"Where are you going?" Cadance asked in a worried manner.

"Going to relieve Captain Serra of her duties and responsibilities," Umbra said, looking at Cadance with fiery eyes. "She's no longer going to have to serve me when she's dead and doesn't have to worry about feeding her family anymore."

Cadance bit her lip in a scared fashion, wanting to ask Umbra to stop and not to hurt her... but the fear of what might happen if she stepped out of line when Umbra was in that bad of a mood kept her tongue tied and her lips sealed. Instead, she merely hung her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and exhaled slowly.

"Carnival..." she whispered to herself, forcing a smile as a single tear ran down her cheek. "Going to be so much fun..."

Chapter 2: The Queen's Collector

The right hook came hard and fast, catching the jet-black stallion under the ribs and winding him. He staggered back, holding his balled fists up to his face and lowering his head, trying to make his guard as secure as possible. A strained wheeze fell from his mouth, the taste of blood on his tongue and the stinging welts of the injuries now beginning to hurt more and more.

"Just go down, kid," the larger, grey stallion spat. "It'll be easier for both of us."

"Not a fucking chance, Marker," he hissed, narrowing his emerald eyes and launching a jab forward, using it as nothing more than a range-finder at first.

His opponent stumbled backwards in an attempt to dodge the jab, this putting him on the back foot. Seeing this as his opportunity, the black stallion launched forwards with a vicious hook of his own, catching Marker straight in the eye and sending him toppling over backwards. Wasting no time, the smaller stallion pinned the other fighter to the floor, cocking back that powerful right hand of his and proceeding to beat Marker's face to a bloody pulp. His knuckles soon ached and his opponent soon lost consciousness, allowing him to drop backwards onto the floor without fear and needing to continue defending himself.

He sucked in deep breaths, ignoring the pain of his injuries as he lay there, the cold of the night creeping through his clothes and beginning to make him ache even more. He soon sat up, muscular chest heaving with exhaustion as the strain of the bout had tired him, even for a body as trained as his. He didn't bother checking to see if Marker was okay, or even if he was alive. If he survived, the two of them would be at this again tomorrow. If he didn't... he'd be getting a new co-worker at the mines this coming week.

He got up to his feet, grunting in pain slightly as his left leg buckled for a brief moment. He'd taken a rather vicious knee to it earlier on in the scrap and it had put him at quite the disadvantage. He shook his head, running a bloodied hand through his thick, black mane and sighing through gritted teeth. He was going to be home late again, which meant that his mother was going to start dinner late again. If they didn't early enough, the two of them might need to go to bed without food. For his mother, that was a little more tolerable. She worked as a seamstress, stitching clothes for the nobles in the city. But he was a miner. Food wasn't just to stop you from being hungry. It was energy that he needed to make it through his shifts.

And that prick had ended up putting both him and his mother at risk. Again. The black stallion booted Marker in the stomach as he walked past him, a pained grunt from the unconscious man showing that he was at least alive. He turned away from his defeated opponent, picked up his bag full of food he'd bought, something Marker had tried to mug him for, before running back home as fast as he could.

The run home was short, but the poor condition he was in didn't make it any easier. He knew that if he felt this bad with the adrenaline rush going through him, it was only gonna get worse when he woke up in the morning. He unlocked the door and went inside, hearing the fire roaring and the water boiling in the kitchen.

"Albin?" his mother called from upstairs. "Is that you?"

"Yeah... it's me," he called back up in a rough tone, clearing his throat quietly as he began to empty out his bag onto the counter.

He unwrapped the meat from the butcher's paper, cut it into several strips, and placed it carefully into the boiling pan. He made sure not to drop it from high enough that it would splash and scald him. He diced the vegetables, cutting the potatoes in half and tearing the cabbage with his hands, before dropping it all into the water. He began to stir the broth with a wooden spoon when his mother walked into the room. She was an older earth pony, with dark brown hair and a greying black mane, having nearly reached her fifties and living a rather rough life.

Her warm smile was replaced with a worried gaze as she spotted the injuries her son had on his face. She moved over to him, gently turning his head from side to side to get a better look.

"What happened?" she asked, stepping back and clutching her ragged dress in an anxious fashion.

"Same thing that always happens," Albin said in a low, growling tone. "Marker thinks he's allowed to spend his month's wages at the whorehouse and then just steal food from everyone else."

"And was it your turn this month?" she asked, cocking a soft eyebrow.

"Yeah," he nodded, rolling his strong jaw briefly.

"Judging by the fact you've got dinner going..." she said, casting an eye over to the boiling pot before looking back at her son with a proud smile. "You gave him a differing opinion?"

"And one hell of a beating," he nodded with a quiet chuckle. "I'll be honest, though. I didn't handle it as well as I should've."

"Ugh, you sound like your older brother," she said, moving over to the old, rickety table and taking a seat. "Always annoyed about the fact you don't do as well as you want to when fighting for your life. I should consider myself lucky he enlisted, or else the two of you would've battered half the city by now."

A smile touched Albin's lips as he joined his mother at the table, the old wooden chair creaking under the weight of his muscular form.

"You're probably right," he nodded. "Good thing Erik got himself a job where he can batter people and make a hefty profit from it."

"I always wanted the two of you to do something other than just fight people," she sighed, shaking her head in a disappointed manner. "Why don't you try and join one of the merchant's guilds around here?"

"Because I'm thick as mince and couldn't count to twenty one unless I was naked?" Albin asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh hush, you're more intelligent than you give yourself credit for," she said, shaking her head. "You just don't apply yourself properly."

"Yeah..." he sighed, running a hand through his mane and sighing, looking at a dark spot on the murky wall. "You're right..."

"Then why not change that?" she asked. "Whether its organising scrolls or mopping the floors, I'm sure there's got to be something that pays more and is safer for you than risking your life in the mines for a few pennies."

Albin was quite for a long moment, continuing to stare at the wall without blinking. His eyes moved down to the table when his mother's gentle hand touched his.

"Just look around tomorrow, after you've finished at the mines," she said in a pleading tone. "If only to take away my ability to complain at you for never doing it."

"Right..." Albin nodded. "I'll give it a shot... though I don't think I was born to be the kind of person that works in a records office."

"Nobody's born any type of person," she said, waving the suggestion away with her hand. "You make yourself into who you want to be. Look, you've just left your boyhood behind you. You're young, strong, and smarter than you think you are. Why not get out there and make something of yourself before the chance passes you by?"

Albin didn't answer, instead continued to look at his mother. There was a sadness behind her eyes as she spoke, giving away that she was not only speaking from experience, but from a place of anger and bitterness. She'd been left by the wayside as life passed her by and couldn't bear to see it happen to someone else, especially not her son.

The black stallion nodded, a feeling of resolution in his stomach as he decided that tomorrow was going to be the day that things changed. After that, they ate in near silence before wishing each other a good night and heading to bed.

Albin awoke the next morning at dawn, stiff as a board and in pure pain. His body was bruised and aching, his ribs almost definitely bruised, his eye blackened, and his leg throbbing in pain. Still, he pushed himself out of bed, determined to get to work and see his promise to his mother through.

"Today's the day..." he grunted to himself as he got out of bed.

He washed himself with a soaked cloth, rinsed his hair as best he could, and dressed himself in his rough-hemp clothing. He pulled his worn leather boots on and headed off to the mines. He made his way through the stone city, nodding and smiling at those he walked past. He made it to the mines, where two of the usual Umbral Guards were standing outside of, hands clutching spears and shields.

"Morning, ladies," Albin said in a cheery tone.

"Morning, big guy," one of them said in a warm tone. "On Site F today, right?"

"Sadly, yeah," he nodded.

"Be careful," the second one said as he walked past her. "Big mudslide last night. Nearly buried about eight workers."

"I'll be careful," he said, rolling his neck as he walked into the mining site, the gates closing behind him and leaving him without proper conversation for most of the day.

Albin may not have been the most academic stallion, but his common sense was finely tuned enough to notice when something was wrong. As he made his way through the mines to get to his assigned post, he spotted about ten or eleven other stallions stop talking as he moved past them, feeling their eyes burn into his back as he walked past, before going back to whispering. Something was going to happen today, whether it was on their break or as they were going home, so he needed to be on guard.

He worked his shift with his ears and eyes open, using a pick axe to mine through the wall he'd been assigned, collecting fragments of gold that were inside the rocks, and putting them into a large, well-worn bucket. The hours ticked by as he continued the gruelling work, his muscles tired and sweating by the time his break rolled around. He set his pick axe down and went to carry the bucket he was carrying to the depository, a large area where the smaller buckets of gold were poured into one, singular container and then transported off-site by members of the Umbral Guard.

Though as he came to the small walkway area, a series of roundabout mud hills that you'd walk down to get to the area, he was cornered by Marker and several other of his friends. There was no denying what was about to happen here and the story behind it was obvious. Marker had run to his cronies after Albin had knocked his lights out, so here they all were to teach him a lesson.

Marker violently shoved Albin backwards as he tried to move past him and a second, shorter stallion snatched the gold bucket from his hands and tossed it aside, spilling its contents all over the ground.

"You made a big fucking mistake, kid," Marker spat, his face mere inches away from Albin's.

"Really?" he asked. "And what's that?"

"You should've just given me the food and gone home," he snarled. "Now look where you've ended up."

"The only place I've ended up is in the middle of a gang of pricks who are all gonna lose their teeth if they don't wise up and fuck off," Albin said in a low, growling tone.

There was a murmur of laughter and insults from the crowd gathered around him before one of them launched a punch. It caught Albin off-guard and in the chin, sending his head lashing to the side and opening up a wound in his mouth.

"Where's the tough talk now, big boy?" Marker asked in a cocky manner.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Albin snarled, lashing out with his elbow, slamming it into the face of the stallion who'd punched him beforehand.

The move was fast enough to distract and open up the rest of them, allowing Albin to boot Marker straight in the chest and send him tumbling down the hill. Another one of them jumped on him, attempting to tackle him to the ground, but Albin's stronger form and better footing allowed him to throw the stallion off and into two of the other attackers. After that, he launched a fist straight into the jaw of yet another one of them before booting the one he'd thrown straight in the face.

Lights flashed in his eyes and the wind was knocked from him briefly as someone's shoulder met his back, tackling him into the ground and punching him in the back of the neck several times. With a roar of exertion, Albin rolled over, knocking the stallion, one with white fur and purple hair, into the dirt beside him and allowed him to climb back to his feet. He stomped on his face twice, breaking his nose and knocking him out, before two more of them tackled him to the floor. He barely had enough time to bring up his arms to block the onslaught of punches, several of them getting through and leaving painful welts on his face and mouth.

He rocketed his knee up into the right side of one of them, causing him to roar in pain and cease his assault for a brief moment. Albin seized this opportunity to launch a vicious hook, catching him in the temple and knocking him out instantly. With one of them out of the way, he grabbed hold of the second stallion's head and began to head-butt him repeatedly, shattering his nose and dazing him something fierce. Albin threw the attacker off him and rolled sideways, getting back up to his feet just as another, mud-soaked stallion came rushing at him.

"Fuck, how many of you guys are there?" he asked in an exhausted tone, his fresh injuries mixing and heightening the pain from his old ones as he sucked in a pained breath and forced himself to continue.

He brought his knee up straight into the face of the stallion that was charging towards him, sending him screaming and sprawling to the floor. Someone took the time to pick up the bucket they'd stolen from him and swing it at him. Albin brought his arms up and caught the attack on his forearms, hissing in pain as the old, weather metal banged into and scraped across his arms. Once the stallion with the bucket wound up for a second swing, Albin stepped forward and stamped on the side of his knee joint, snapping the bone inwards and causing the stallion to drop the bucket and scream in pure agony.

Albin silence him by uppercutting him in the mouth, cutting his knuckles open, knocking several teeth out, and sending him screaming to the floor, hunched up, and clutching at his leg. Albin looked over his shoulder, hoping to get his bearings back and see how far away the others were, only to have Marker's fist slam into his face for the second time in two days. The attack sent Albin careening to the floor, soaking himself with mud and whatever other shite was mixed in with it.

Marker didn't let up, launching his leg forwards and kicking Albin in his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him yet again. Albin struggled to get his hands up to block the attacks, mostly because Marker kept switching up from kicks to stomps, and the black stallion's arms were already numb and clumsy from the hit with the bucket.

Eventually, Albin decided it would simply be a better idea to just grab hold of Marker's leg. He wrapped both arms around Marker's shin and rolled over sideways, pulling Marker over with him and slamming him into the mud, splattering both of them with the dirt and knocking Marker's head off a rock buried in it. Albin took this moment and used it to his advantage, grabbing hold of Marker's stunned form and turning him over, pinning him down with a knee to his throat and proceeding to hammer him in the face with punch after punch.

He managed to catch the glint of a shiny object in the corner of his eyes, but wasn't fast enough to react to it. Before he could even turn his head, agony exploded through his cheek as a steel boot slammed into it, knocking him off Marker and back into the dirt. He could tell from the warm feeling that the boot had cut him open, but he was a little too preoccupied with his current situation to worry about getting an infection.

"Enough!" a member of the Umbral guard yelled as they grabbed hold of him, needing their partner to help out as he was dragged to his feet.

"Don't bother coming back to work tomorrow!" one of the mine operators barked as they looked over Marker's bloody face.

"Why the fuck am I being fired?" he demanded. "They started it!"

"For protection!" he answered, waving his hand in front of Marker's eyes to make sure he was still responsive.

"I don't need protection!" Albin barked as he was dragged away from the mines.

"Not for you!" he yelled in response, turning around and pointing at the groaning, broken, and bleeding stallions lying in the mud. "For them!"

Albin was turned around and dragged facing forwards, this allowing him to spot a mare that definitely didn't belong in this kind of place. She was a dark-coloured pegasus, with a smokey-grey body and a black twin-tailled mane. She wore a long, fur-collared cloak with a large insignia of a red-eyed unicorn on the back of it. She had to have been someone connected to Queen Umbra...

And she was staring right at him.

He could see that she was talking to what looked like a guard captain, judging by the different helmet, and pointing right at him. The guard captain nodded and barked orders to the two guards carrying him. They paused for a moment and changed direction, taking him to somewhere called the 'Luxury Suite'.

What Albin expected was some blood-stained torture room when the Luxury Suite was mentioned. He definitely didn't expect it to be a well-furnished, warm and welcoming, wine-on-tap resort room in the wing of the mayor's mansion. He'd been cleaned up by posh maids, had his long mane trimmed into something more 'fashionable', and had been clothed in an extremely-expensive looking doublet.

"Not to sound rude, Ma'am," Albin said to the mare with the twin-tails. "But... what exactly am I doing here?"

"Well, dear boy, my Most Gracious Queen Umbra has tasked many of her most loyal and intelligent followers to scour the lands for a stallion worthy of fulfilling a very honourable duty," she said, a piece of expensive parchment in her hand that she kept looking back and forth between as she spoke. "And since I happened to be in the mines looking for such an example of stallionhood, I came across you, young man."

"Right..." Albin said, still not sure of where this was going. "So... am I going to be posing for an artist to sculpt a statue of me? Or am I going to be putting on some kind of show of masculinity for an audience?"

"Depends how Umby likes it in the bedroom..." she said in a low tone, bouncing her eyebrows up and down as she scrawled something down on the parchment.

"What about the bedroom?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Are you hiring me as a rent boy?"

"I'll answer that once we've run through a series of questions, okay?" she asked, smiling widely.

"A-Alright," he nodded, shifting awkwardly in the doublet.

"Now, it has been over three weeks since Her Ladyship has announced these prerequisites for her search, and I have yet to find a stallion that has not lied for at least one of them. So because of that, I will remind you of this: should you be found to be lying about any of your answers, I cannot guarantee your safety nor your survival. I encourage you to tell the truth for all of these, and if you find that you cannot answer to a satisfactory level, please be honest and admit it, to save us all a lot of pain and a lot of paperwork."

"O-Okay..." he said, scratching his much shorter mane.

"Shall we begin?"

"I guess..."

"Good, we'll start with the basic questions and then move onto the, uh, racier ones, shall I say," she said, dabbing her quill in her ink pot and beginning from the top. "Are any of your current colours unnatural, either as a result of magic or dyeing?"

"No, all black, all natural," he said with a shake of his head.

"How tall are you? Be as precise as you possible can, please."

"Six feet and two inches."

"Are you known to have or have a family history of any physical or mental diseases or disorders?"

"Not that I'm aware of..."

"Have to look into the House of Records for that one..." she mumbled, making a note of it on the side of the page. "What is your usual body weight?"

"I... around one hundred and ninety pounds, I think?" he said, not entirely sure about that. "It's pretty much all muscle, though."

"If the seams on that doublet are anything to go by, you're not lying about that," she said. "Right, now this is the one that a lot of people tend to lie on, so if you want to live to see the next year, please don't let your pride get in the way of answering truthfully," she warned, looking at me dead in the eyes. "When fully erect, what is the length of your penis?"

Albin opened his mouth to answer the question, only to realise what had been asked, freeze momentarily, and proceed to blink in an extremely surprised fashion.

"Ex... Excuse me?" he asked in disbelief.

"It's a really simple question, friend," she said, crossing her legs over and giving a wide smile. "How big's your cock?"

"Why do you want to know that?" he asked.

"To see if you fit the bill or not," she said.

"The bill for what exactly?" he inquired.

"Royal duties," she said in a simple tone.

"Right, but what duty?" he demanded.

"I legally can't answer that until we've completed this question sheet, so please answer the question and let us continue," she said. "We really don't have all day."

"Alright," Albin said, his cheeks flushing red slightly as he gave an honest answer. "About... fourteen or fifteen inches long. It's about as thick as my last marefriend's forearm, too. I know that's not very precise... but it's a scale, I guess."

The twin-tail mare proceeded to stare at Albin for a solid second, her eyes blinking in her own display of disbelief, before she proceeded to scrawl down an answer on the sheet.

"Must... inquire... if... cock... requires... license... for... bludgeoning... tool..." she said, drawing a rather large smiley face on the page next to the answer before looking back up at Albin.

"Right, those are the basic questions to get you through the preliminaries, kid," she said, folding the parchment and tucking it into her pocket. "Once you're back in the capital, our girls will provide a thorough examination of you and your, uh, equipment, to make sure everything's up to snuff on the scientific and safety side of things. After that, it's up to Her Graciousness to decide whether or not you're worthy."

"Worthy for what?" he asked in a rather annoyed tone.

"Worthy of being the father to the heir of Umbra's throne," she said in a giddy tone. "Please, don't scream. It's unfitting of a stallion with a cock large enough to smash rocks with."

Today was the day things changed, alright. But not in the way that Albin could have ever dreamed of.

Chapter 3: The Queen's Prisoner

With the days ticking by to one of her favourites, Umbra eagerly made her way down to the castle dungeons. The guards standing in front of the door bid her entry with a curt bow, unlocking the magically-reinforced door that led to the darkness. Descending the ancient cobble-stone steps, Umbra found herself in an abyss of blackness, with no light to even push back against the all-encompassing void. She threw up her hand, casting a golden ball of light to illuminate her path.

She made her way through the winding corridors and multiple floors of the dungeon, avoiding the dead ends and traps that littered the entire place. She'd constructed the dungeon for one purpose only: to confuse and entrap those who ever dared make an escape attempt. Her architects had called her insane for commissioning them to create such an overly-complex and mind-boggling sub-layer. Every design specification she'd made had seemed like the wish of a mad-mare: no torches for any kind of light, every single corridor being the same length and attached to each other diagonally, doors that felt exactly like walls that could only be opened if a finger was pressed to an exact location for eight seconds.

The reason for this complex little area was to make a prisoner's escape, should it ever happen, damn near impossible. No light, no landmarks, no rhyme or reason to any of this place's designworks. Umbra was also the only person in the world that knew this place's proper layout, as the architects were hired to work on a single floor and were teleported to that floor by her hand alone. Initially, the dungeon was made to house the three Alicorn, each one depowered, blind-folded, and kept in opposite areas of the three mile dungeon.

But after Cadance and Luna had crumbled, swearing themselves to her eternal rule, this entire set-up was there to hold a single specimen: Celestia. And as the dark queen reached the doorway, a grin spread onto her face as she remembered what day was on the schedule for Celestia. She reached into a leather pouch on her belt, retrieving a large, black crystal from it and holding it close to her face.

She closed her eyes, funnelling magic into the enchanted rock and using it to summon three members of her own, personal guard. They were more of an intimidation method than anything, as these hyper-powerful unicorns were naught but a fraction of her godlike power. They were useful for controlling crowds, striking terror into the hearts of the public... and humiliation of a former royal.

"I'm certain the three of you are aware of what day it is?" she asked, tucking the crystal back into her pouch and grinning at the three, black-armoured stallions.

"Of course, Your Majesty," one of them chuckled in an eager tone. "Today's the day of the week where we help urge Celestia to renounce her false hopes and come into a more fruitful position."

"Indeed it is," she nodded, opening the door to her cell and walking inside, the stallions following behind her.

Umbra expanded the light's range, throwing it up to the ceiling to act as a chandelier of sorts, revealing her billion-bit prize chained to the wall. The ancient Alicorn looked to be in rough shape. Her naked body was bruised and beaten, charred marks on her hair and mane, as well as a swollen lip underneath her purple blindfold. As always, she made no motion nor sound as they entered the room, merely pursing her lips and preparing herself for what was about to occur.

"Morning, beautiful," Umbra said in a chipper tone, walking over to the larger creature and dragging a hand down her stomach, feeling Celestia tense as she did so. "I'm guessing the boys gave you quite a work-over last night? Who would it have been... ah, yes. The electrocution mages, wasn't it?"

Umbra gently toyed with Celestia's abdomen for several moments, waiting to see if today was the day that Celestia would finally break her silence and wish to be returned to the world above... but it didn't seem so. Rolling her eyes, Umbra moved her hand up Celestia's form once more, her fingers running through the former ruler's charred and matted fur before her hand closed around as much as it could of one of Celestia's enormous breasts.

Though she'd never admit it to anyone, she envied Celestia's body. While Umbra was no stick figure, far from it in fact, Celestia had hips, tits, ass, and thighs that made her green with envy every time she looked at her. Even in her underfed, abused state, the Alicorn still packed a rack larger than her own head, curves like a master-crafted hourglass, and a rear nearly as large as a man's torso. It spiked up a large reaction of anger and hatred inside Umbra once again, digging up old insecurities from a very long time ago, back when she and Celestia were in very different positions...

She shook her head, looking up at Celestia's beaten face with a smile. The pain of her body envy was alleviated slightly by the knowledge that Celestia was nothing more than her toy, eternally possessed by her and whatever she wanted to do that day. And today was one of Umbra's favourite days: humiliation. Celestia was a proud monarch, as graceful as a trained dancer, and as educated as some of the finest minds on this planet. So it brought Umbra nothing but pleasure to see her get fucked and used like a back alley whore.

She snapped her fingers loudly, Celestia's chains growing much longer and allowing her to fall flat on her stomach on the cold, hard, ground. Celestia made no more noise than a grunt as her large form hit the floor. She also barely flinched as Umbra stamped her boot to her face, crouching low and snarling at her as she spoke.

"I'm going to give you another chance, Celestia," she said in a dark, angry tone. "Swear fealty to me and abandon this pathetic crusade of yours... or I'll have my men turn your womb into a public use bathroom for the next six hours."

Umbra waited patiently for well over a minute, her glowing red eyes scanning every inch of Celestia's body as the time ticked by. After Umbra had decided she wasn't waiting any longer, she booted Celestia in the shoulder, forcing her onto her back, before turning around to look at her personal guard, each one already eagerly removing their equipment.

"She's all yours, boys," Umbra shrugged, using her magic to conjure a chair in the corner of the room as well as a chest full of reports she needed to read and sign off on. "I hope you don't mind putting on a performance for me. I could use some entertainment while going through this shit."

"Of course not," one of them shrugged, throwing away his leggings and stroking his rapidly-hardening cock as she stared down at Celestia.

"Any rules we need to keep in mind today?" a second one asked.

"If it can heal without leaving too gratuitous a scar, then it's fair game," she shrugged, sitting down and picking up a stack of parchment before summoning a quill and an ink well. "Bite, punch, kick, or whatever else you can think of. Just don't maim her, or I'll maim you."

"Point taken," they nodded, one of them kneeling down with Celestia and prying her legs open.

"That's all, gentlemen," Umbra shrugged. "Get to work on her."

And get to work they did.

She'd watched them perform many a time before, but their sheer level of enthusiasm never ceased to impress her. The way they set on Celestia reminded her of a pack of dogs that hadn't seen food in over two weeks. They barely knew where to start; one tearing her mouth open and lapping at her tongue, one groping her tits, and the last simply ramming himself inside her and fucking till he popped.

She enjoyed watching these little escapades thoroughly, saying that she did so as a method of watching the spirit of her greatest enemy be crushed underneath her power and her orders... but that was a total lie. The real reason Umbra spent hours of her life watching the humiliation is because it aroused her. Rough sex had always been the only sex she'd been interested in, and while she'd never gone so far as to throw herself to three horny stallions like she often did to Celestia, just the sheer level of testosterone-fuelled ravaging was enough to soak her underwear in a matter of moments.

She found herself spending a solid half an hour merely watching Celestia's facial expressions change and warp as they clearly wore her down more and more. Her quiet resolve had melted away to the mask of a harlot. She'd had her face stained with several batches of cum within the first hour, ropes and streams of the virile fluid matted her fur, covered her blindfold, and had dripped down onto her enormous breasts. Celestia knew how to keep herself resolved and calm during torture, leading Umbra to believe that she'd been taught to resist it over her lifetime.

But nobody had ever taught her to compose herself against pleasure. She panted, moaned, and screamed whenever they brought her to orgasm, no matter how reluctantly it happened. Her stomach had begun to swell rather noticeable as the third hour rolled around, pumped full by load after load and kept corked by the fact she barely went fifteen seconds without having a cock inside her.

Umbra began to notice that her guards were beginning to slow down at this point as well. Their thrusts packed nowhere near as much power as they'd done when they started, their bodies were clearly aching and exhausted, they needed much more recharge time between orgasms, and could barely seem to keep their erections unless they were inside Celestia. Rolling her eyes in annoyed manner, she called a timeout before summoning in other members of her personal guard, this time including a mare that was just as eager to rub up on Celestia.

"I'll offer you the choice again, Celestia," Umbra said, holding the new team off for several seconds, mostly just to watch the cum drain from her insides and pool around her on the floor. "Submit and swear, or continue to suffer."

Once again, the Alicorn said nothing.

"This mare is beyond stupid," Umbra spat, snapping her fingers and letting the new team ravage Celestia again.

Umbra then turned to the three that had exhausted themselves with their big white toy with a crooked smile on her face.

"When you're all feeling up to it, make sure to jump back in for a second round," Umbra said, sitting back down in her chair and crossing her legs over. "Don't worry if somebody else is in the hole already. She'll stretch out if you push hard enough."

With that, she went back to working through the financial request from the farmers on the outer edges of her dominant territory. She marked through several of their requests, mostly asking for newer equipment as theirs had begun to fail. Umbra signed off on each of them, but made a note on the side of each acceptance signature to send an inspection team to the farms before giving the equipment away to make sure they weren't running some kind of scam job.

After that, she shifted through to the more domestic requests: masonry, architecture, iron working. Boring paperwork for a boring job. After ten minutes of reading and signing, she found herself distracted once more, deciding instead to watch the only other mare in the 'orgy' proceeding to shove one of the stallions out of Celestia's stuffed cunt and guzzle down the overflow that came out, spilling a mixture of six stallion's potent seed down her chin and onto the floor as she did so.

Umbra made sure to make note of her, ready and willing to give her a rather hefty raise for her efforts in the line of duty. She shifted her sitting position, feeling her damp underwear rubbing against the inside of her legs as she did so, before trying to get herself to focus more on her work... only to end up giving on it entirely as soon as she saw Celestia having a cock shoved in every hole it could fit in, while the over-achieving female proceeded to suckle and knead her enormous tits with the palm of her hand.

This was what she had resigned herself to doing now. She knew it would come back to bite her in the ass if she continued to put off paperwork for another three hours, but the scene playing out before her was way too beautiful to not watch. She began to feel an ache between her legs now, her own rigid nipples pressing up against the plate armour through her undergarments. She gritted her teeth, digging her nails into the wooden chair she sat in, and forced herself to remain rooted in place. She would never be able to regain control or respect of anyone in this room again should she conform to her desires, strip down, and join in.

And while the beautiful mare and stallions, with her gorgeous, voluptuous tits and their enormous, throbbing cocks put on a show for her... Umbra couldn't stop looking at Celestia. That old mare had her in a trance that she couldn't get out of. Umbra knew why this was. The two of them had once had something long before they began to walk different paths in life. It was a fleeting thing, lasting no longer than a year... but even after a fire has died, the embers continued to smoulder, it seemed.

Umbra checked the time using her magic, seeing the sixth hour of Celestia's session soon approaching. She decided, with what little heart there was left inside her, to kill it off twenty minutes early and send her guard force back to their other duties. Once they'd left the room, Umbra moved over to Celestia, the once-proud monarch now lying in a pool of cum and sweat, panting with exhaustion.

She'd been fucked for six hours straight. No breaks, no rest, and the only fluid she'd had to keep her somewhat hydrated was cum. Every other mare that Umbra had ordered this on had been begging for mercy at this point, pleading and crying for her to never go through this again, and that they'd do anything for her.

But not Celestia. She remained silent and stoic as always. It went a long way to gaining Umbra's respect. She'd admired Celestia's resolve and her strength. But at the same time...

"Why are you still doing this?" Umbra asked the Alicorn, sitting down next to her with her legs crossed. "I don't understand, Celestia."

The Alicorn didn't answer. She never did. But Celestia was always a good method of getting out her frustrations, and she was going to do that once more.

"With every other person that's resisted this kind of treatment, they had a reason," she continued, drumming her fingers on her leg plate. "They've known a resistance was fighting to free them, they've had delicate information they refuse to give away, or they're doing it to stay strong for their friends and family."

Once again, nothing.

"But you? You have literally no reason to keep resisting me. Your family serve me loyally and have done so for many years now. Your people have all but forgotten you and happily live under my reign. Every resistance group that has ever lifted your flag or used your name to attack me has been stamped out in a matter of days. You have no kingdom, no information, no hope, and no reason to keep subjecting yourself to this."

Celestia breathed. It was all she ever did in these conversations.

"And it's not even like I'm going to kill you the second you give in," Umbra sighed, placing a hand on Celestia's cum-swollen stomach and petting her gently. "I've offered you a place in the modern world for so long now. You won't be a slave, either. You'll have your own house, your freedom... I'll even give you a job to earn money to pay for it yourself, if that's what you want. So why are you content to sit down here and waste the rest of your forever getting tortured and raped for no reason?"

Umbra leaned back, not taking any notice of the bodily fluids she placed her gauntlets in as she did so.

"Celestia, your family lives up there with me, still in the lap of luxury," she said, looking up at the ceiling. "Just give up this worthless charade, swear yourself to me, and I will treat you as well as I treat all the others... if only for old time's sake."

Umbra fell silent at this point, waiting to see if she'd gotten through to the cum-soaked Alicorn, only to see that she remained silent as she had done for over a century. Frustrated, Umbra got to her feet and made each of her summoned objects disappear, her teeth bared and her eyes alight with anger.

"If you're so content to waste the rest of time down here being my fucking torture puppet, then fine!" Umbra barked, whirling around and glaring at Celestia. "If that's the way you want it, then that's the way you can have it. I'll be spending the rest of my time with your family and raising my child, and I promise you that if you're so desperate to be somebody's plaything, then the first thing he's going to do when he turns eighteen is fuck a foal into you!"

With that, Umbra stormed towards the door, placing her finger on the magic mechanism and waiting for it to open... only to hear a sound that shocked her to the very core.

"I never took you for the motherly type..."

Umbra froze, her anger melting away from her instantly and being replaced with shock and surprise. She turned around slowly, seeing Celestia sitting up on her haunches with her knees pressed against her chest. Umbra slowly walked back over to her, eyeing her up in a suspicious manner. She didn't know why she was being so cautious. Celestia was no more a threat to her than an unconscious child was. She'd had her horn removed from the root the day she'd been defeated, and her wings had been so mangled in torture sessions that they'd just ended up being removed after eight months.

"Where are you, Umbra?" Celestia asked, unable to take the blindfold off due to her chains. "May I see you, after all these years?"

Umbra tore the blindfold away from Celestia. The Alicorn squinted in a pained manner, being exposed to bright light for the first time in over a century. It took her several moments to properly adjust, her retinas clearly burning in agony after such a long stretch of nothing being burned onto them. Eventually she focused her gaze on Umbra, looking her up and down before a gentle smile came to her face.

"You've grown your mane out," she said in a pleasant tone. "It suits you. Makes you look more mature."

Umbra was beyond shocked at this. A whole century of torture, over one hundred years of beatings, rapes, and other horrendous acts inflicted upon her, and the first thing Celestia did after opening her mouth was compliment her on her mane? She froze still for a long second, blinking quietly, before placing a hand to her head and sighing.

"Why?" was all she asked, looking down at the former princess.

"Why now of all times?" she asked, looking down at the floor. "Because you're about to go through something that will change you forever."

"And what's that?" Umbra demanded.

"Motherhood," Celestia said, wiping as much of the cum from her face as she could with the blindfold. "It's a holy experience that is more than definitely going to purge your evil heart."

"Of course it is," Umbra said, rolling her eyes. "I see this past century has made you rather delusional, no?"

"Have you selected a father yet?" Celestia asked.

"I... how did you know I was going to do that?" Umbra asked. "Who've you talked to?"

"Nobody. I just know how you work," Celestia shrugged. "You're a person obsessed with purity and perfection. You wouldn't dare fall in love with someone and risk polluting your gene pool with an inferior specimen. Since it hasn't been conceived yet, I'm guessing that you haven't even found a suitable partner, have you?"

"What if I have and you're wrong?" she asked, crossing her arms. "What if I'm already carrying my successor in my womb now?"

"But you aren't, though," Celestia said with a shake of her head.

"And how are you so sure of that?"

"Because you're a mare fuelled by pride and arrogance," Celestia smiled. "The second your egg had been fertilised, you'd have come storming down her and told me outright, just to make me feel inferior... which has always been your double-edged sword, hasn't it?"

"And what the hell do you mean by that?" Umbra growled.

"Your arrogance comes from a place of weakness, from insecurities," Celestia explained. "You haven't changed much deep down, Umbra. Your constant need to prove your superiority to other people has been present since the day we met. It's also the reason you haven't killed me after all these years."

"I haven't killed you because you're my trophy," Umbra snapped. "Having your entire family at my feet is the last true goal I need to achieve."

"You say that," Celestia said with a heavy sigh. "But the real reason you've kept us like this is for your own validation. The reason you want me especially is because you still think I'm better than you."

Umbra's eye twitched in an infuriated manner, bearing her fangs, and snarling in a rage beyond anything she'd felt in a long time.

"You can hiss and growl as much as you want, Umbra," Celestia said in an unimpressed fashion. "But we both know I'm right. You've always looked up to me, always wanted to be everything that I was. But you never could be... and you hated that fact."

"S-Shut up..." Umbra stammered.

"Everything you ever did was to impress me, was to make me compliment you on a job well done," Celestia continued. "You never had any confidence in yourself, and always needed a superior to tell you that you'd done something well, because you believed that if somebody amazing told you you'd done a good job, then you must've, right?"

"Shut up!" Umbra yelled, her temper flaring up again.

"And that same reason is exactly what you're so desperate to have me under your boots, isn't it?" Celestia asked. "You still think I'm better than you, and you're still looking at me to tell you that you've done a good job in beating and usurping me... isn't that right, Umbra?"

Umbra snapped. She cocked her hand back and slammed it straight across Celestia's face, cutting open her cheek on the metal gauntlets, and sending Celestia's head whipping to the side in an extremely violent manner.

"Don't you ever think to assume that you're better than me again!" Umbra roared, grabbing Celestia by the throat and lifting her into the air. "You are nothing compared to me, Celestia! That's why I'm the one with the unending reign, and you're the one filled to the brim with six different flavours of cum in a dungeon."

"No... the reason that you're in this position is because your stolen, unearned power just so happened to be greater than my natural strength," Celestia spat.

Umbra hit her again, cracking her cheek and causing more blood to spill onto the floor. She'd had enough of her at this point. She'd rather never hear the old bitch speak again if this was what she was going to come out with. Umbra conjured up a necklace, one of three she'd created that would make anyone completely subservient to her. She fastened it around Celestia's neck, the golden sun symbol on the metal band lighting up brightly. Celestia was swallowed instantly by the magic, as her lack of power had removed any defences she may have had against it.

Umbra dropped her, the ancient Alicorn landing hard on her knees and growling in pain. Umbra sucked in a deep breath, furious at the fact Celestia had managed to hit every exposed nerve she'd ever had in such an effective manner. Umbra had once thought she'd gotten past her petty tantrums and fits of violence... but trust a relic from her past to bring her childish nature back in force.

"Celestia..." Umbra said in a cold tone. "Are you going to say sorry now?"

"Yes..." Celestia said, looking up at her with glazed, pink eyes. "That was uncalled for."

"That's a good girl," Umbra said, petting her on the head with a victorious smile.

She was lying to herself about winning, though. Celestia had come out on top as the victor here and deep down, they both knew it. Umbra had failed to break her as she'd done Cadance and Luna. They served her under their own free will, as a testament to her power and greatness. But Celestia had managed to stay strong to the end, forced Umbra's hand, and now her servitude would forever be a testament to her failure.

"Get up," Umbra snapped, crossing her arms as she spoke.

"Right, sorry," Celestia said, stumbling to her feet, her movement impeded by the long chains.

Umbra shattered those with her bear hands, using her insane strength to shatter the steel links and free Celestia's hands and feet.

"Thank you, Umbra," Celestia said with a gentle smile. "They were starting to chafe something fierce."

"Don't... don't mention it," Umbra said, forcing herself to smile and to try and return to her calmer self. "Now, we're going to get you cleaned up, cleaned out, and ready for your new life, okay?"

"That sounds great," Celestia nodded. "What have you been doing with the other girls?"

"Cadance is working as a scribe for a living and Luna keeps herself busy as a tactical adviser," Umbra said with a glint in her eye. "But don't worry about yourself. I've already sorted out a career path for you."

"Really?" Celestia asked.

"Yes, you're going to be my whore," Umbra nodded, placing a hand on Celestia's cum-stained stomach. "That's perfect for you, isn't it?"

"If you insist, Umbra," Celestia chuckled. "Do you think you'll upgrade me to something else once you're not as angry with me?"

Umbra had forgotten about that part of the necklace. It didn't turn those under its control into a generic 'Yes, Master, No, Master' kind of person. They still kept their personality and sense of self, they were just incapable of saying no or refusing to do something if ordered to. So Celestia was still Celestia right now, but she would be completely obedient. That's where the sass was coming from.

"Yes, you cheeky bitch," Umbra sighed, rolling her eyes and taking hold of Celestia's hand to teleport them both. "But until then, you better work on using that tongue for something more intimate... oh, and before we go, do you have any qualms about a little bit of incest every now and again?"

"... No..." Celestia said, the strain on her face more than obvious as she tried to say yes.

"Good," Umbra chuckled. "Because I'm sure Cadance would love to show you just how much she'd missed her Auntie."

Chapter 4: The Queen's First Inspection Policy

"Ah!" Albin hissed, flinching in pain as the twin-tailed mare, who he came to learn was called Syslie, jabbed a small needle into his neck.

"Oh, don't be such a wuss," she said, rolling her arms as she collected the blood sample in a small dish and proceeded to drop a crystal in it. "Big guy like you should've probably broken the needle when it hit you."

She set the dish on the table and watched the crystal inside it very carefully, her trained eyes scanning each and every centimetre of it for any kind of change. Albin had no idea what she was looking for and decided not to ask for the time being. He'd only just gotten out of a carriage ride that lasted over a week not ten minutes ago and he desperately needed a drink, the bathroom, and an excuse to stretch his legs. But instead of being allowed to do any of those things, he was immediately directed to a stone room in some kind of record house by Syslie.

"Right, you're clean," she answered, picking the dish up and using her magic to incinerate it and its contents. "Nothing to worry about on the health department."

"How exactly do you know that?" Albin asked, rubbing the sore spot on his neck.

"The crystal is pretty much our go-to for basic physical examination of blood content. So far, you're clean of any diseases or other nasty things, so you've passed that part of the test," she said, looking up at the black stallion with a cheeky grin on her soft lips. "Now, next up comes your, uh, assets."

"Right..." he said, nodding along in a slow fashion. "So, do I just strip down here and have you validate it?"

"It's a bit more touchy feely than that, but that's the gist of it," she nodded. "And, just so you feel more comfortable, I'm going to be the one giving you a once-over, so you at least get to have a pretty mare feel your cock up and not some creepy old doctor."

"Thank goodness," he said in a sarcastic tone. "So, where do you want me?"

"Strip off and take a seat on that table over there," she said, taking off her overcoat and rolling up her sleeves. "I'll be ready to wrestle the monster into submission whenever you need me to."

"Righto," he said, getting a start on stripping down.

He'd been given decent clothing for the journey. Simple, yet expensive at the same time. He'd been given a thick, cotton shirt and a pair of brown pants, and thick hiking boots. He swiftly unbuttoned the shirt, rolling his shoulders and allowing the thick, toned muscle to flex for the first time in what felt like months. He undid his boots, setting them down on the floor next to the table, and slid off his socks. Next up came the steel-buckled belt, the item jangling loudly as he took it off, dropping it in a coiled fashion next to his shirt.

"And now the moment we've all been waiting for," Syslie said with a giggle, leaning back against the wall with a glint in her eye and a smirk on her face.

Albin rolled his eyes, taking off his pants and allowing himself to hang freely. The pants hadn't been measured particularly well, so the crotch had been very tight and very uncomfortable for a good while, so the level of comfort nudity brought him at this point was a welcome change. Syslie seemed to enjoy the change as much as he did... for very different reasons, though.

"Y'know, before a stallion bears all for me, I usually ask if they're a shower or a grower," she said, walking over to Albin as he sat down on the table, her eyes locked onto the flex of his arm and his stomach as he rested his weight on them, even for the split second it lasted. "And if you're not lying about your full length... you've gotta be the first guy I've ever seen that's both."

"It does tend to impress a lot of people," Albin shrugged, leaning back as far as he could to let her get a good look at her 'objective'. "So... what exactly are you gonna be doing with the big guy?"

"A few basic tests to make sure you've got no nasty lumps or bumps hidden on it anywhere that could mean a few nasty surprised for Her Majesty's vagina," she said, eyeing up his cock with a hungry gaze. "First things first: you need to get an erection. Do you wanna try for one yourself or use the doctor's in-house method?"

"I've given myself enough in my younger years to last a lifetime," he answered, looking at her in the eyes. "What's the doctor's method?"

"It's an extremely effective method... just watch..." she said, her eyes flashing in a playful manner as she dragged her soft, wet tongue along the length of Albin's cock.

Albin smirked in a pleasured manner, rather pleased at where this little interaction was going. He leaned his head back as she planted a soft kiss on the base of his monster cock, already feeling the organ begin to swell up at the attention it was getting from the beautiful mare.

"I'm guessing this wasn't a written order on Umbra's list of inspections, was it?" he asked, toying with her fringe as she began to lap at his rising cock.

"Of course not," she answered. "But I'd be damn stupid to be surrounded by this many monster cocks and not take advantage of it..."

"So I'm guessing you're an experienced little mare?"

"More so than most stallions can handle," she giggled, moving her head back and staring at Albin's thick, black shaft as it finally stood at its full height.

She had completed one objective: confirm that the stallion's statement of size were genuine, as this big fucker poked right over fifteen inches and was, much to her pleasure, definitely thicker than the forearm. It came across as almost intimidating to even her, someone who'd been around the block a few times and had danced this dance even more than that. The godlike sexual organ before her made her heart pump rather fast, virginal nervousness and excitement rushing back to her as she stared at it.

She found herself in the same position as someone at a buffet: she didn't know where to start. Did she want to go for the tip and show him what she was capable of? Did she want to pay attention to the sides of his medial ring, make him quiver a little before getting to business? Or did she want to get right into that big ballsack of his, each ball being about the size of a small orange?

"You alright down there, sweetheart?" Albin asked after noticing her apprehension.

"Yeah..." she said, running her tongue along the length of his smooth shaft. "Just getting a run up for it."

She decided that those balls of his weren't going to be ignored and plunged her face into his leathery sack, lashing kisses and licks over each of his testicles.

"Is this that check for lumps and bumps you mentioned?" he asked as she began to suck one of his nuts, her wet mouth and skilled tongue drawing a small groan of pleasure from him.

She didn't respond to him. Her mind completely focused on slathering hot spit all over his sack, her hands massaging the inside of his muscular thighs as her own moans of enjoyment kept a dead silence at bay.

"I gotta be honest, honey," Albin said, toying with one of her twin-tails as she lapped at his sack. "I expected Umbra's finest to hold themselves together more than this."

"I'm the best she's got for the job," she shrugged, taking hold of one of his balls in her palm and gently massaging it with her thumb, licking and slurping at the other one and stretching the spit-soaked skin as she pulled her head back. "Never said I was an angel."

"Glad to hear it," he grinned. "Mind paying attention to the rest of it? It's getting kind of lonely up there on the tip."

"With pleasure," she said, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the strain her jaw was about to go through.

Using a little bit of magic would keep her jaw hinge from breaking and make the task of taking something this big into her mouth a little easier to accomplish. With the risk of damaging herself out of the way, she went to work on her new favourite toy. Her strong lips closed around the thick head of Albin's dick, the black stallion groaning softly as she began to pump her head up and down it. The first five inches of his shaft were soon slicked with spit and stained with her dark lipstick, gaining a grin from the enormous stallion as it checked a box for him in a special kind of way.

"So how much do you think you're gonna be able to handle?" he asked, beginning to lightly buck his hips forward, knocking a few more inches into her throat in an attempt to test her.

"The whole way," she answered around his cock, the level of certainty in her voice making Albin feel quite eager to see how she'd perform. "I don't have to worry about it fitting. I just need to worry about getting enough air in my lungs before getting a start."

"You're rather capable, then?"

"Like I said: I'm the best Umbra's got," she winked, pushing more of his cock into her mouth, soon delving into her throat and getting the amazing sensation of her neck muscles pulling and tugging at his cock.

Albin growled quietly, running his hand through Syslie's hair and grabbing hold of the back of her head while taking a good look at her confident expression before ramming the entire fifteen inch length down her throat. Her eyes shot open in surprised, spit gathering at the corners of her mouth as the whole thing plunged into her... but after a few moments, the eager little mare recovered and began to suck once more, swallowing as best she could to try and get the muscles in her throat to rub and pull against Albin's cock.

"Fuck..." he chuckled, more than happy with her performance when it came to his size. "I don't think I've met a mare that could take this thing to the base."

She winked at him, slurping and sucking louder than ever as she began to bob her head up and down on his full length, dribbling spit and pre-cum down her chin as it all collected around her mouth. Albin's entire length was stained with Syslie's lipstick; Albin also noticed her mascara beginning to run slightly from the water moisture collecting around her eyes. She may not have been pained or killed by her throat getting speared as much as it did, but it still caused a little discomfort if that look was anything to go by.

Albin was pleased with her skill, having seen her leap over every hurdle his other marefriends had struggled with in the past, leading him to wonder if she could handle a task that he'd thought impossible until a few moments ago. He pulled his whole cock out, gently rubbing the spit-slicked beast against Syslie's lips as he put the proposition forward:

"Think your pretty little throat can handle getting fucked by me?" he asked, feeling Syslie's tongue rub against his length as he dragged it all over her mouth.

"Easily, big guy," she said with a confident nod. "If I can take it that deep that easily, doing it faster isn't going to be anymore difficult... so, how do you want me?"

Albin stood up with a semi-sinister grin on his face. He picked up the much smaller mare and lay her down on the table, flat on her back with her head hanging over the edge of it.

"Oh..." she said, looking nervous for a brief moment before a smirk of excitement reclaimed its place on her spit-stained face. "This is going to be fun."

"Open wide, big girl," he said, angling her head to be as straight as possible to give him the best entry route.

Albin believed she'd already had her warm up, so there was no point in holding anything back now. After angling his cock to the opening of her skilled maw, he lined it up and rammed it all the way into her gullet. The same look of surprise spread onto Syslie's face, only this time with an added dash of strain, as the rapid stretching of her throat to accommodate something this massive took its toll even on her.

After resting for a brief moment, letting Syslie get herself ready and to allow himself to enjoy the feeling of her gullet, he began to hammer his monster cock in and out of her throat. Loud coughs and chokes came from Syslie's throat at this point, clearly having to try her hardest to keep herself composed as this unholy beast of a cock continued to ravage her throat. Albin's wet balls slapped against her face with each hard thrust of his powerful hips.

To add an extra dash of flavour for both of them, Albin tore open Syslie's shirt and began to knead her large breasts, feeling her erect nipples poke into the flesh of his palms as he squeezed and toyed with the fat deposits. He soon found himself losing his rational mind after a few minutes. Tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes rolled back and glazed over, and a dull, throbbing feeling in the base of his cock reminding him of the torrent he was about to unleash of the unsuspecting mare that was fighting for life on the spear that was his dick.

He figured he should warn her in some manner about his 'floodgates', but a sinister part of the back of his mind told him it would be much more fun to allow her to experience it without warning. He fucked her maw harder at this point, spit trailing down Syslie's face and mixing with pre-cum, smudged make-up, and tears as Albin's cock hit home faster and faster, nearly fucking the poor girl's brain straight out of her body as his god-like form slammed that thick, black shaft as deep as it could go without breaking her.

As the moment of truth arrived, that sick little part of Albin's brain won him over. He kept silent, letting out nothing more than a grunt of exertion as his dam burst, cumming a torrent of virile, thick seed straight into the depths of Syslie's stomach. His hot cum pooled and sloshed around in her belly, his massive balls filling his semen to the brim with the seed that would hopefully produce a royal foal. Syslie's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sheer volume of cum being pumped inside it.

The load had filled her to the brim, but there was still more flowing inside. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the euphoric feeling of her stomach stretching out to accommodate such a large amount of baby batter. Her belly swelled outwards, making her look almost pregnant, before Albin pulled out of her mouth, uncorking the barrel as it were, and allowing her to vomit out most of the load he'd filled her with, spilling the snow-white liquid down onto the stone floor like a hose spraying water.

After she'd emptied her stomach, she rolled over onto her front, wiping her face clean and staring up at Albin with lust-induced madness, her cheeks flushed red and her body covered in spit, cum, and sweat.

"You... virile... bastard..." she moaned, using her magic to tear away the rest of her clothing, turning around and presenting thick ass to the stallion that had driven her crazy. "My pussy..."she begged. "Fill my pussy..."

"What about Umbra?" Albin asked, toying with her labia with the tip of his thumb as she spoke. "Isn't my seed supposed to be for her alone?"

"I... I need to test your seed..." she said, obviously lying at this point, but Albin didn't care. "If... if I get pregnant, then you'll be more qualified to produce the heir with her than the other stallions..."

"And you're willing to have my child, just for me to fuck you?" he asked, nearly tripping on a power rush as Syslie spoke.

"I'd have a hundred of your children, just to feel that monster inside me once," she said, spreading her dripping cunt wide and sticking out her tongue as she cast some kind of stretching magic on her pussy. "Breed me, stud. I need it."

That was all Albin needed to hear, guiding his cock to her too-small hole and pushing inside her. The mare was tight and he was huge, a combination made in some kind of heaven as he slid himself all the way inside her. He felt the tip of his cock press against her cervix after the first nine inches, expecting there to be resistance that prevented him from pushing any deeper... only to find that his cock stretched the cervical wall as easily as it did the rest of her pussy, sliding all the way in and hitting the inside of her womb after only ten inches of penetration.

Syslie's head was now flat on the table, drooling a puddle of spit as Albin went as deep in her as she could naturally fit. She was prepared for him to start thrusting, only to feel him continue to push inside her, that same bulging feeling she'd gotten from his cum rushing back to her.

"W-Wait!" she exclaimed. "Don't stretch me out like that!"

"It's gonna be as bad as it was last time, sweetie," he chuckled. "Maybe even worse. Get used to it."

Syslie shivered in a mix of excitement and nervousness, a sigh of readiness falling from her lungs before she looked back at Albin.

"Alright," she said. "Ruin me."

And he did just that. His hands locked down onto her wide, birthing hips as his strong body hammered his cock against the inside of her womb. Each and every thrust rammed that last five inches into her, stretching her belly good and far as a warm-up exercise for the cum flow she was going to receive when he popped again. Syslie was baying like a donkey at this point, fingernails digging into the oak wood of the table she was getting fucked on with the table itself now slamming loudly into the walls and telling everyone else in the building what the two of them were up to.

If he were in his right mind, Albin might have been worried about the possibility of people judging him for having sex with someone in a relatively public location... but right now, he couldn't give a fuck less. If anyone so much as thought about interrupting the two of them now, he'd beat them to death without even pulling out of Syslie. His testosterone levels were through the roof at this point, a dominant personality that barely ever saw the light of day in him now being the only thing he could be.

He snorted loudly, his fringe falling over his face as he gritted his teeth in an aggressive manner. His eyes watched Syslie's big, round ass bounce and wobble as he slammed his hips against it, seeing the red tint of her bruised flesh through her thin body fur as he ruined her insides. He was going to make sure that this prized little slut of his wasn't going to be getting up and walking around until she'd given birth to his baby; the concept of that alone excited him. Not the idea of fatherhood. He couldn't care less about the children he'd bring into the world, and only cared about the concept of studding Syslie for no other reason than he needed to prove his stallionhood.

It excited him, made him want a line of mares to knock up, just to show off how much of a stallion he really was. Another loud snort tore from his lungs, changing up his position and wrapping his large, muscular arms around Syslie and lifting her up. He pressed her against his shredded torso, his hands clamping onto her massive tits as she drooled down her chin and eyes rolled back almost entirely to the whites, and her tight pussy running over with lubricant, spilling down her legs and staining the oak table even more.

He felt like he was getting close to nutting again, ready to blow enough cum into this eager little slut to get her pregnant forty times over. His body was coated with sweat, his trained muscle flared and working their magic, and his feelings of dominance and superiority over every other stallion on the planet culminated into a nearly-womb-destroying orgasm, pumping another batch of child-bearing seed deep into Syslie's womb.

Her stomach ballooned even faster than last time, Syslie's pussy clenching down and cumming hard from the raw fucking and even more so from the torrent of semen pumping her fuller than even. Her mind shut down almost entirely the entire time Albin came, her tongue resting on her chin and her eyes glazed and spaced-out, small spurts of cum spilling out around Albin's monster cock and staining his thighs as he still continued to cum.

After his rivers ran dry, he pulled out of the mare. After uncorking her for a second time, his monster loud spilled out from her innards, her stomach returning to its usual flat, toned shape once it had forced enough of her stud's load out of her. She lay on the desk, panting and wheezing for the longest time, the river of cum on the floor, the smell of sweat, and the thick odour of sex permeating the air. Albin remained with his hands on her body, panting heavily from exhaustion as he stared at the newly-bred mare.

"So..." he asked, using his sweat to slick his fringe back out of his eyes. "Am I good enough for Umbra?"

"That's still yet to be seen," an unfamiliar voice said from the doorway.

Albin turned around in confusion, seeing a middle-aged stallion with a thinning mane and an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm... I'm here to provide the papers that Madam Syslie needs to fill in after her... examination," he said, trying his hardest to keep his eyes away from the debaucherous scene before him. "I'll leave them here."

With that, he quickly left the room and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Albin and Syslie alone once more. With his much more rational mind returning to him, he went to make sure Syslie was fine. She turned her over onto her back and helped her sit up, the mare panting in an exhausted fashion as she looked at the stallion in front of her.

"I... I think I may have been too thorough with this examination," she said, looking down at her cum-soaked nethers with a chuckle. "But I'm sure Umbra will appreciate the evidence I provide for your candidacy."

"I, uh, I hope she does..." he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about... y'know... the stretching."

"Don't even try to apologise for that," she said, moving her fringe out of her face. "You've just given me the best sex I've ever had. I should be thanking you for all this."

"If you insist," he said, looking at her ruined clothing. "Do you... do you have anything else you can wear?"

"I have a few outfits I can get on," she shrugged, getting to her shaky feet and looking down as she continued to drip more cum into the substantial pool on the floor. "But first, we need to finish off your first inspection... kingdom policy, and all."

Chapter 5: The Queen's Selfish Desires

A smug smirk spread onto Umbra's lips as she beheld and enjoyed the scene before her. Celestia's nimble tongue was between her legs for the first time in a very long time, taking long, skilled laps at her lower lips. Each one sent a wave of pleasure through her as her captured princess kissed and slurped at her soaking wet nethers. But the thing that made this all the better was the certain pink Alicorn, Celestia's dear little niece, dining on her Aunt's dusty old cunt like a starving refugee. Cadance's hands spread and kneaded her Aunt's enormous ass, rubbing and massaging her cutie marks as her wet tongue rammed itself in and out of Celestia's raw cunt.

"Isn't she such a good little niece?" Umbra asked with a cocky tone, moving Celestia's fringe out of her eyes as she pet her on the head. "How many mares do you know would be that eager to help out a family member?"

While she enjoyed the fact that Celestia was being forced to partake in acts of incest without ever being able to tell Cadance to stop, the thing that made it all the better was the fact that Cadance didn't have to be coerced into this at all. There was no threat of torture, no magic spell, and no insistence on Umbra's end whatsoever. The moment Umbra had told Cadance to get behind Celestia and show her how much she missed her, Cadance hadn't stopped eating her pussy to so much as breathe in the last half hour. Cadance seemed to have issues and pent up lust aimed towards her Aunt Celestia.

And Umbra found it really fucking hot.

"Come here, slut," Umbra ordered Celestia, pulling her up to eye level and making her stick out her tongue.

Once Umbra's eyes locked onto Celestia's thick, wet oral muscle, she allowed herself to be lost in her fetishes for a good little while. She placed her own smaller tongue flat against Celestia's, her mind backflipping at the taste of the older mare's spit and the sensation of her wet, sweet tongue on hers. She closed her eyes, gliding her tongue all over the Alicorn's and allowing a moan to fall out. She soon stuck her tongue inside Celestia's wet maw, licking and lapping all over the inside of her mouth before returning to basic tongue wrestling.

She'd had Celestia's washed and groomed, so her overgrown fur and mane were gone and were replaced with their once luxurious luster. It was fun to run her fingers through Celestia's soft mane and even more fun to rub herself against the larger mare, if only to humour a particularly old desire of hers.

"Cadance, don't be afraid to get a few fingers in there," Umbra reminded, looking over Celestia's wide hips and down at the pink Alicorn.

Cadance made a muffled sound of acknowledgement as her tongue was buried far too deep inside her Aunt to move properly and she was in no mood to remove it from her sweetness anytime soon. Umbra continued lapping at Celestia's tongue, hearing the former monarch moan reluctantly as her niece plunged three of her fingers inside her, taking them down to the third knuckle before getting a rather rough pounding with them.

Umbra pulled away from her prize, seeing Celestia's blushing cheeks, watery eyes, and heavy pant bringing a sense of victorious pleasure to her entire being, helping her forget that this victory wasn't legitimate in any shape or form. Still, fake win or not, she got to fuck Celestia again. That was never a loss in her books.

"Alright, ladies," Umbra said after a long while. "I think it's time to wrap this up. We've all got our places to be today."

"I wanna make her cum," Cadance said, lapping at Celestia's asshole while she rammed four of her fingers into her Aunt's dripping cove.

"Is that so?" Umbra asked, getting up and walking around to Cadance, dragging a finger over the pink Alicorn's well-developed and curvaceous form.

"Please..." Cadance said in a begging tone. "I need this."

Lords above, that aroused Umbra something fierce. Still, dedicated to remaining calm and composed, and not sitting on the side of the bed, drooling and strumming her clit like a lute in the way she really wanted to right now, she nodded in a calm manner and allowed Cadance to continue.

"Very well," she nodded. "But if she's too tired to pleasure me tonight, you'll be hearing about it."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Cadance nodded, muzzling her Aunt's asshole once again and lapping at it with her tongue, much to Celestia content.

"Oh, and Celestia, you're to help Cadance cum at least once in this session, okay?" Umbra asked, tormenting her arch nemesis ever further. "That's not optional. Understand?"

"... yes..." Celestia nodded, her eyes twitching as she found herself unable to refuse thanks to the collar.

"Good," she nodded. "Oh, and Cadance, that collar doesn't come off unless I take it off myself. So if you're pretending to do this just to get close enough to free Celestia, not only will I flay the skin off your tits, your efforts will be entirely in vain. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Cadance nodded, playing with her sweet spot between her legs as she obeyed.

"Excellent," Umbra smiled. "Now, I believe today was the day I need to go mate shopping. I'll see you two later."

With that, Umbra dressed in her armour and departed her bed chambers, eager to get this over with and get back to entertaining herself with her favourite pet sluts. A shiver of content ran down her spine as she realised that she'd finally won. All of her efforts to enslave and erase the old world before her reign had been successful, and there wasn't a shred of it returning to harm her anywhere in the world.

Her power was absolute, her reign was certain, and her kingdom was unending. All that was left was to plant the seed of motherhood and grow it to a ripe age. It was at this point she began to wonder about colours. She hadn't put much thought into it beforehand and only just realised that she needed her child to come across as strong and powerful. She was of a fine set of colours, grey and black, but she wondered if they'd be polluted by the father if he wasn't as noble-blooded as she was.

Bright colours were off the list entirely, as they brought her nothing more than headaches and disgust. Purple was a definite no, as was any shade of blue. Red only worked in highlights and all light grey merely made you appear old at all times. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she came to the realisation that there was only once choice here:

Any colour, so long as it's black.

She began to hope that her scouts had followed this line of logic as well. A stallion who stood over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a powerful physique certainly met the specifications, yes, but the allure of sure a figure would be ruined if he were a bright pink with a yellow mane. She shook her head at the thought of it, repulsed by the idea of having such an eyesore stain her castle's dark and perfect colour scheme.

She also remembered another specification: genital size. She'd told all of her scouts that the stallions selected must be of an extremely endowed manner, as a king must have a large sceptre, after all... this reasoning, that a strong male figure must possess strong male endowments, was a cover for her true intentions. While Umbra often preferred the company of mares in the bedroom due to their much sleeker and much softer figures... she liked big cocks. Not just 'big', but 'enormous' cocks. She wouldn't even spit on anything smaller than nine inches, so her mate needed to be hung like a war criminal.

There was no other argument. If she was going to bear a stranger's child, that stranger better be able to pleasure her enough to make her want to remember his name. She found herself getting rather riled up at the thought of it, as it had been a very long time since she'd been with a stallion. Before she'd wooed Cadance, she'd entertained herself with chambermaids and noble daughters, but she'd never so much glanced at a stallion in that time. It had been a while... maybe that was a good enough excuse to enjoy herself a little?

Surely it would seem strange for her to engage in foreplay with the stallion, especially after what they'd been told was going to happen... but she could always swear them to secrecy and threaten to have them emasculated should they ever so much as think about her being affectionate to them in the bedroom. Yes, that's what she'd do. She'd gone far too long without entertaining herself with a stallion, so she'd let loose for one night on a rather lucky suitor. Hell, she was already letting herself get bred, so why not go the rest of the nine yards with it.

"Umbra!" a voice called from behind her, one she recognised immediately.

"Syslie, how many times do I have to tell you to address me properly while in public?" Umbra asked in an annoyed tone, turning around to look at the smaller mare before noticing something. "Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Because I came to give you this," she said, handing her a piece of parchment with a good bit of writing on it.

Umbra read it over and was more than surprised to see what the writing contained, especially from someone as dedicated to their job as Syslie was.

"This is a maternity notice," Umbra said, wondering if she'd perhaps handed her the wrong paper.

"Yup," she nodded. "Gonna need a year off, boss."

"You're pregnant?" she asked, looking down at her stomach. "Since when?"

"Since about eight days ago," she shrugged.

"But you've never mentioned any plans or made any wish to have children as far as I know," Umbra said, looking down at the paper again. "Why now?"

"It kind of wasn't planned at all," she said. "Spur of the moment thing."

"Who in their right mind gets knocked up in the spur of the moment?"

"Oh, Umbra, you don't understand," she said with a snigger. "If you think that's bad, then you're gonna have a heart attack when you find out I'd known the stallion for about twenty minutes before he bred me."

Umbra was beyond shocked at this point and it showed. Her mouth hung open, eyes nearly spinning around in circles due to confusion, and her mind had been replaced with nothing more than a cuckoo clock that nearly deafened her.

"What the hell happened?" Umbra asked.

"This guy's dick was beyond mortal power," Syslie said, nearly drooling as she thought of it. "I've never been fucked so good in my life."

"Really?" Umbra asked, now more than interested.

"Oh yeah. His cock was thick as my arm, fifteen inches long, and fucks like a demon," she explained, dampening Umbra's panties nice and proper. "And this boy was potent enough to stretch me out like a fucking wineskin. Twice."

Ow. Right in her fetish.

Umbra was nearly drooling herself at this point, her loins itching and eager to know the name of this sex-god, so that she may bind him to her throne forevermore to be her eternal sex slave.

"Who was it?" she asked, not even pretending to be formal and regal anymore, going straight into girl talk with her good friend.

"Kid's name was Albin, from the sticks, works at a mine," she explained. "And best of all: I found him because he meets all of your requirements."

Umbra's head nearly exploded at this point.

"Do you have details on any other candidates you can share?" Umbra asked. "Because I want him. Now."

"I've read the other girls reports, and there are a few other stallions on the list that are better in some ways, but worse in others," she said in a hushed tone. "But there's no clear winner... so you know what that means?"

"I can pick your baby-daddy without it looking suspicious," Umbra chuckled. "Perfect..."

"Do you want to see him in action before you solidify it?" she asked. "I'm sure you can pull some excuse for a test run on all of them or something."

"That sounds like a plan..." Umbra said with a nod, thinking it over for a moment. "We'll need a big girl to be able to fit our little hero, won't we?"

"Who do you have in mind?" Syslie asked.

"A certain ancient being with an empty womb and a massive pair of tits," she said, her body shaking with excitement as her evil little plan formulated. "I'm going to go set this up with the others working on this little project. I'll watch all of them work on regular mares... but Golden Boy gets to have Celestia for his wet run."

Chapter 6: The Queen's Test of Worth

Albin had heard stories of Queen Umbra's capital city, rumours and hearsay in huddled corners away from the eyes and ears of Umbra's guard. They spoke of how the capital was naught more than a wasteland of corpses and torture pits, with demons selectively slaughtering stallions, mares, and fillies at all hours. That the sun never shined inside its walls, that the air was black and filled with smoke, and that the sky was full of screaming beasts that could kill even the strongest ponies from fear alone.

The stories, as they often were, held no truth in reality. As Albin stepped out of the carriage he'd rode into the city on, his feet landed on finely-carved and well-maintained cobble paving. The air was fresh and clean, the skies clear and shining with the ever-winter sun, and families roamed the streets, youngsters giggling and laughing, young couples snuggled together as they walked, and the epitome of peace itself wafting radiating from every corner.

"Move it, kid!" a guard behind him barked, thwacking him in the back with the end of his spear and knocking him forwards.

"Hey!" Albin snapped, turning around with a snarl on his face. "What the hell's your problem?"

"You were supposed to be in the castle ten minutes ago, and Queen Umbra isn't a woman who likes to be kept waiting," the guard growled, pointing with an armoured finger to the enormous, obsidian-coloured fortress that was just a short walk away. "Don't make her wait any longer."

"Yeah, because your shit carriage-driving is my fault," the youth spat, offering as much of a challenge to the guard as possible to hit him again. "They not teach you how to do anything besides harass old women in boot camp, or are you just a one-off brand of stupid?"

The guard shook his head, once again pointing towards the castle.

"You're not getting a raise out of me, kid," he said with a chuckle. "Shift your ass now, before Umbra sees fit to skin it."

Albin growled in annoyance, turning tail and heading towards the castle. He kept his eyes locked onto the tallest tower he could see, managing to make out a small window up there that appeared to be stained glass. There wasn't a chance of him making out the image on it, but he wondered what the point of it being stained was. From his knowledge, which was very limited to be fair, they were meant to be used as a form of decoration... but who the hell was gonna appreciate something that small, that far away?

He was roused from his thoughts as a hand was placed on his chest, looking down to see the familiar beauty and twin-tailed mane of Syslie. A small smile spread onto her face, neither sadistic nor sultry, but instead one of a simple pleasant greeting.

"You need to watch where you're walking, big guy," she said, drumming her fingers on his pectoral muscle. "You'd have bowled a little thing like me over instantly."

"Sorry," he said, looking at her lack of a uniform, noting the civilian clothing. "How come you're here?"

"I figured that before I get a start on my maternity leave, I'd stick my head into work to see if you'd arrived," she answered. "And since you were behind schedule, I opted to be the search party. You're welcome, by the way."

"Thanks... is Umbra mad at me for being late?" Albin asked, running a hand through his shaggy mane.

"No more mad than she usually is," Syslie shrugged. "Though I figure she'll lighten up once she sees you. While she's most likely not gonna show it, she's pretty excited for today."

"Did she, uh, mention anything?" he asked in a nervous tone. "About what she wants?"

"Oh, trust me," Syslie said with a smile. "You're going to love everything she's got planned for you."

"Really?" he asked, his mind wandering to a place of imagination for a brief moment. "Like what?"

"I'm not gonna spoil the surprise," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him towards the castle. "You're gonna love it when you see it."

Albin followed along, allowing Syslie to lead him all the way to what appeared to be the main throne room of the castle. He was bid entry, the enormous doors sealing behind him and his eyes falling on the dark, shadowy end of the room where a terrifying figure sat. She leaned back in her throne, legs crossed over one another and head resting on her hand. Her face was mostly obscured by the shadows, all for those glowing red eyes, flickering and flaring with a heart of darkness and power.

This was the ruler of the entire world. The mare that oversaw everything, everyone, that existed on this planet. He could feel a sense of creeping dread overwhelm him, a shiver of fear climbing up his spine as every dark and horrendous tale he'd ever heard about the Dark Queen came back to him. She was a child-killer, she ate the flesh of her enemies, she tortured those who had done nothing wrong for her own sick amusement.

"So..." came Umbra's booming voice, the sheer level of volume nearly making Albin jump out of his skin as she spoke.

With a rattle of armour, she stood out of her throne, striding towards him with intent and purpose. It was as she got closer to him, he realised something: she was huge. Standing easily over seven feet tall, the black-maned behemoth of a woman towered over him, her cloak flowing behind her as she crossed the distance. There was a glint of desire in her eyes as she looked at him, sizing up everything about him from the colour of his mane to the texture of his fur.

She came to a stop mere feet away from him, her arms crossing over her chest as he eyes continued to burn into him, staring deep into his very soul, before she uttered a single word:

"Strip," she demanded, no hint of a request in that statement whatsoever.

Albin was terrified at this point, wondering what kind of torment she was going to unleash on him to determine whether or not he was worthy of her body. Being smart enough to want to live, Albin did as instructed; stripping down to nudity once more and allowing Umbra's eyes to devour his entire form, from the top of his head, to the tip of his toes. If there was one thing that brought a level of calmness to him during the inspection, it was the small, aroused smirk that spread onto Umbra's lips.

The Dark Queen closed the distance completely, Albin tensing up and preparing for whatever she was to do, only to have her place the flat of her hands on his pectoral muscles. He looked at her face, her beautiful face, and noticed that she was refusing to make eye contact, instead completely enraptured by his form. She applied pressure to her fingertips, testing the hardness of his muscles, slowly moving her hands down, her fingers pushing against his chiselled obliques and her thumbs prodding at his abdominal muscle.

Her hands went further down, tapping, slapping, and kneading his large leg muscles, soon gliding her hands back up his body to his large, burly arms. She gently squeezed his shoulders, feeling the tense muscle knot and flex under her fingers, soon gliding her hands down to his biceps, each being almost too big to fit in a single hand. She then turned her hands and eyes to his cock, a quiet grunt coming from Albin as the Dark Queen gripped his enormous, flaccid shaft, toying with the soft object for as long as it remained so.

The attention it received soon gave him a throbbing erection, a spike of worry running through him, afraid that his arousal may make her angry at him, but all it seemed to do was please the Queen even more. She rubbed the tip of his shaft with her palm, performing circular strokes on it, the sound of her fur bristling against his rigid, leathery cock being audible in the near dead-silence of the throne room.

"So?" Syslie asked, eyebrow cocked and smile arrogant. "Isn't he everything I promised you?"

"And more..." Umbra growled in a horny manner, looking into Albin's eyes for the first time with the glow of arousal in hers. "I'm eager to see how he performs."

"Shall I send for Celestia?" Syslie asked.

"Of course," she nodded, turning back to Albin and having the decency to explain to him what was to happen. "As you've been told, you've been selected as a contender to father a royal heir to the throne because of your genetic superiority. However, since I am to be a part of the process, even more-so than you, I wish to see if the insemination process will be pleasurable before I waste my time on you. To that end, I have a arranged a very basic validation task for you to perform."

She paused for a minute as Syslie left the room, the smaller mare eagerly issuing the order to the guards outside to get Celestia and bring her hear. She then continued, barely able to hide her excitement for the coming event.

"You will be provided a willing whore, and your task is to use her as nothing more than a masturbatory device," Umbra said. "She won't be your sexual partner, she's not going to pretend to be your wife and go through a scripted, romantic dinner. She's going to stay entirely silent, unless you instruct her otherwise, and you're going to bring yourself to orgasm with her as many times as you can before being unable to sustain an erection or ejaculate anymore. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," Albin said, his heart racing with excitement and confusion as this strange, surreal moment played out around him.

He'd never heard of any monarch asking this of their citizen, nor did he imagine any monarch would. This seemed like some kind of prank or cruel joke that he'd be punished for falling for. But... if this was real? If Umbra truly was giving him the chance to impregnate her, he wasn't going to pass that chance up. He couldn't put his finger on why, maybe it was nothing more than base carnal desire and his locked-away breeding fetish, but Umbra set a fire off in his loins like nothing he'd ever seen before.

His cock ached and throbbed as he stared at her, the queen in turn staring down at his cock, licking her lips hungrily before her attention was stolen by the sound of the door opening. Celestia strode in, dressed in a rather elegant-looking white dress... apart from the enormous exposed cleavage. Albin's eyes nearly popped out of his skull at this point as he saw Celestia. She was taller, thicker, and much more beautiful than Umbra, and he nearly started laughing as he realised that this was the whore he was meant to use as a sexual release toy.

He must've been born under a lucky star for this to be happening, and it only seemed like it was getting better and better. First he got to fuck Syslie, now this goddess-like mare, and possibly Umbra if he performed well here. He was nearly drooling as he stared at her, eyes not sure what to focus on as everything about the Alicorn seemed too good to even be real.

"Syslie and I will be watching your performance," Umbra said, turning and speaking to Albin over her shoulder. "Should your body begin to tire yet you remain unsatisfied... perhaps I shall be willing to restore you, if only for my own amusement. You may bite, beat, rape, and abuse her however you wish, so long as the injuries leave nothing more serious than a broken bone. I don't want any disembowelling, tearing, wrenching, or anything else to maim her. She may be nothing more than a whore to me, but she's a useful whore when I need her to be."

With that, Umbra strode back to her throne, taking a seat for the show to begin, and saying one final sentence to Albin:

"You needn't worry about the dress," she reassured. "It acts as nothing more than cover for those unworthy to lay eyes on my slut's beautiful body. Take or tear it off if you wish. You may begin at your leisure."

"A-Anything... right?" Albin asked in a nervous expression. "I don't need to hold back?"

"So long as the damage isn't irreversible," Umbra nodded. "She's your plaything until I say stop."

"And she won't complain?" he asked. "Nowhere I can't stick it?"

"As I've said: anything so long as it doesn't maim her," she snarled. "Now hurry up. This waiting irritates me."

Albin nodded his head, trying to keep his inner wild animal caged while staring at the taller mare. Celestia didn't say anything, merely stared down at him with bright, motherly eyes and a warm, caring smile. If his resolve wasn't enough to prevent himself in line, the expression on her face would. He couldn't hurt her, not a chance on this earth. He felt guilt well up in him over what he was about to do, but that guilt soon melted away and was replaced with a sick pleasure as he shredded the front of her dress and latched his mouth onto the nipple of one of her enormous tits.

A basic start, Umbra thought to herself, as she leaned back in her throne, but not an unpleasant one. Would've preferred if he'd gone straight to reaming the old mare, but this would do for a warm up. He did seem to have a thing for her tits, who could blame him, as he constantly kneaded and squeezed the titanic objects. She stared down at the stallion's throbbing cock, seeing it jump slightly with each beat of his powerful heart.

She began to wonder how Syslie had managed to fit that thing inside her, but her attention was soon diverted at the sound of ripping fabric. Albin tore the dress away, turned and bent the large Alicorn over, and stuffed his face into the crack of her ass, his strong tongue lapping at Celestia's tight asshole.

"Ah," Umbra said with a grin on her face. "A stallion of taste, it seems."

"He never did that with me," Syslie pouted.

"He better do it with me, or else I'll castrate the bastard," Umbra purred, shifting her legs as the buzz of arousal tickled her lower lips even more. "He's really digging in, isn't he?"

Umbra's eyes trailed up Celestia's body, seeing the old mare's cheeks flush red and her eyes roll back slightly, even more as Albin rammed four pf his fingers into her dripping cunt and to violent pump them in and out of her. Umbra had made Celestia 'promise' not to say a word or bring up any kind of complaints during this encounter, but it seemed that she wasn't going to be doing anything of the sort.

"You think he's gonna fuck her in the ass?" Syslie questioned.

"If he's that desperate enough to get his tongue in there, I don't think his cock's gonna wait much longer," Umbra commented, using her magic to summon up a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Care for one?"

"I really shouldn't," she said with a polite shake of her head. "It'll be bad for the baby."

"Ugh..." Umbra said, realising that she too was going to have to cut alcohol out of her diet entirely to ensure the health of her child. "Better enjoy it while it lasts..."

With that, she sent the glasses back where they came from, uncapped the bottle, and proceeded to neck the entire thing in a single chug. Syslie looked at the dark queen with an impressed glow in her eyes, Umbra catching this and smiling at her.

"I've had a lot of practice," she shrugged, looking back at Albin's twitching cock and licking her lips hungrily. "And if he's as potent as you say he is, I'm gonna need all that experience to stay alive."

"You're going to lower yourself to giving blowjobs, Your Majesty?"

"I'm gonna suck his soul out through his cock, Syslie," Umbra shrugged. "This boy's my excuse to get as down and dirty as I can."

Umbra turned her eyes back to the couple in coitus, a wide grin spreading onto her face as she spotted Albin wrapping a hand around his cock and guiding it to Celestia's asshole. She ran her tongue over her lips once more, revelling in Celestia's look of disbelief as Albin slowly pushed his monster cock past her tight sphincter, getting a good start on ruining the former monarch's insides as soon as he could. She could hear Celly's moans bounce of the walls just as clearly as she could see that light of rationality dim in Albin's eyes. He brought Celestia down to her knees, getting her on all fours while he still needed to stay hunched over on his feet to hit it from behind properly.

He draped himself over the giant mare and began hammering in and out of her asshole, his strong leg muscles and powerful abdomen tensing and flexing visibly as he slammed into her. The impact knocked Celestia forward, sent a ripple through that huge, thick ass of hers, and caused her tits to swing with enough force to bruise someone, should they hit them.

Umbra gritted her teeth, crossing her legs over again as the twitch to touch herself came back in force, heightened more and more by the beautiful display going on in front of her. She was snapped out of her lust-induced tunnel vision when Syslie put a hand on her wrist, getting her attention.

"You look a little pent up, big girl," she said, batting her eyelashes. "You wanna take your leggings off and let me give you a hand?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Umbra said, using her magic to remove every article of clothing she wore, doing the same to Syslie, and spreading her legs wide enough for her friend to get a good angle for tonguing her nethers.

Using a gentle guiding hand and a magically conjured cock, Umbra made sure that Syslie was rewarded for her efforts. The dark queen's eyes lulled back briefly as she felt the other mare's warm tongue lap against her clit, even moreso when her fingers spread her dripping lower lips and pushed inside her, hitting a good depth at a good speed before the settled into a rhythm.

She leaned back in her chair, once again allowing her eyes to lock onto the beautiful sight of Celestia getting her brains fucked out as the titan of a stallion continued to pound her rear harder and harder, the queen's eyes being able to spot faint red markings on Celestia's fat ass that signalled she was getting a rather rough treatment, and that was something that made Umbra happy to see.

Too many of the boys she'd thrown at Celestia had been quick shots that were unwilling to push her to the limit. No matter how many times Umbra had brought up two cocks in one hole or the use of fists, Celestia had always been given the same vanilla experience with people taking their turns and making sure she could breathe properly. She could not only sense that primal darkness inside Albin, she could also see it, plain as day. Celestia was now lying face down on the floor with her head at a bad angle, clearly uncomfortable and even possibly in pain, but the stallion didn't even stop to check if she was okay.

If her neck broke right now, he probably wouldn't even notice until she started to go cold. While that specific thought was not an attractive one, Umbra was entranced by the untapped potential she could feel in Albin's heart. Maybe he would be something more than just a one-time breeding tool. His lack of consideration could be grown and nurtured, made to turn him into quite an effective punishment tool for those who spoke out against her. Luna, for example, often misbehaved in her daily duties, and while she was still bigger than Albin, his cock would definitely be rather difficult for her to handle.

She'd have to see about that... maybe the beautiful young stallion wanted to work for her? Benefits included, of course. She put the thought aside for a long moment, returning to the brutal fucking Celestia was receiving, Albin now having used incredible strength to scoop her up into a full nelson, his arms hooked underneath her knees and essentially halving her size as he tucked her against his body.

Here Umbra got to properly admire both Celestia's thick thighs and Albin's monster cock, getting to watch his enormous balls swing back and forth like a pendulum as he ravaged Celestia's asshole. They were full and heavy, from the looks of it, ready to fill his semen to the brim with the sperm she needed to create her perfect heir. The only thing she had yet to see was the overflow Syslie had promised.

But, thankfully, she didn't have to wait long.

She watched as Albin's face contorted in orgasmic strain, his massive balls tucking against the base of his shaft, and a single line falling from his mouth that nearly made Umbra cum there and then.

"Stretch, bitch..." he snarled, unleashing the torrent of cum into Celestia that shot out with such force Umbra spotted a visible stretch from impact alone on Celestia's stomach.

Celestia moaned loudly, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out, and toes curling in orgasmic bliss as she was pumped full. Umbra watched in amazement as her stomach continued to balloon outwards more and more, the cum no doubt sloshing and swirling inside her belly as Albin continued to fill her up. It was as soon as her stomach reached the point of a mare pregnant with twins that Albin pulled out, the cum overflowing and jetting from Celestia's insides, her stomach deflating and returning to its normal size, that Umbra came herself.

She bit down hard on her lip and locked up all over, Syslie moaning happily as Umbra's ladycum spilled onto her tongue, soaking her mouth thoroughly. Umbra turned her eyes back to Albin, the stallion outright dropping Celestia back onto her hands and knees, an audible splash coming from her hitting the pool of cum on the floor. She then simply collapsed into it, her tongue gently lapping up as much of the pool as it could reach while her hands milked her tits and pussy, shivering and squirming every now and again as she rode on her post-orgasm high.

"So..." Syslie said, wiping Umbra's pussy juice off her lips and smiling at her. "Does he fit the bill?"

"He's perfect," Umbra nodded, unable to muster any of her usual bravado or confidence as she stared at the black stallion, his entire legs stained white with his own load. "I... this is incredible..."

Her mind was set, her goal now right in front of her. That stud was going to breed her that night, no matter what else came up. The world could be ending around her and the kingdom could be getting swallowed by the pits of Tartarus themselves, but it could all wait until that beautiful bastard had fucked a foal into her.