Author's Note

Well, I certainly hope it was worth the wait. Glad to be back and I do so hope you enjoy.
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Restore the Queen.

Chapter 1.
Restore the Queen.

“Dear subjects of Equestria, please rise in honor of the Highest Authority, the most Honorable, the Greatest in the land-” The stallion stood before a gathered crowd spoke with a long winded, yet breathless voice. His words reverberated off the walls of chiseled stone and inlaid metals such that the ears would ring even at the very back of the court. Ancient phrases written long before the births of any pony there rung off the stained glass windows depicting victories and tragedies as they had for millennia in an unbroken tradition. Its beauty, the ancient history in motion before the modern eye, belied the boredom it induced.

Umbra especially disliked the speech. She had heard it before during less comfortable times and thus associated it with bad memories. While it was certainly shorter than it was now, the dull ache it caused burdened her all the same. The dark mare sat alone before the stacked thrones of Equestrian royalty, though the Sisters and their accomplice had yet to reveal themselves. Hundreds of ponies crammed into the court behind her, so many that they spilled out the doors in an ocean of pastels and excited forms. The public would never allow such a monumental moment to escape their gaze. Journalists, historians and average ponies all shuffled in seats or on their hooves or in the air to catch a glimpse of the greatest evil since Nightmare Moon.

Sinister and conniving as Umbra looked- what with her sickly green eyes, glistening fangs and omnipresent expression of disdain for those surrounding her- she was not what the masses had expected. They thought an empire toppling, murderous and insane Queen would be more imposing. In so many words, a chubby and fluffy mare wrapped in a ratty sweater with bedraggled hair jutting out from her bun failed to impress. She was cute, soft and plush to the eye. Many even found her quite beautiful. Though beautiful in the same way that a toxic plant’s brilliant colors dazzle the eye with clear warnings of danger.

Unusual as the mare herself was her husband. Most ponies knew of you, the solitary human in all the world. But almost none had seen you in recent times. The last few years spent in Ponyville allowed Canterlot to forget your unique face and bipedal nature. The pundits and paranoid had a wonderful spike in viewership when news spread of you and your woman’s arrival. Theories of her power, her intentions and lingering evil abounded in the city throughout every café newspaper and train-side chatter. The ride up from your small home had been exposure enough to the chattering of the ignorant, yet every coffee you bought for your shivering mare brought the doubt and vitriol closer to reality.

You knew your Queen to be harmless, now. You knew in your heart of hearts that she would never betray your trust. Umbra could never fall back into her old ways, as they were simply inferior compared to the life she led now. Her hooves had been tied, in a sense. Without you, without your love and her compliance with the law she would lose the things she cherished most in the world. Midnight cuddles under the covers on Friday nights. Backrubs in the summer sunlight by the lake. Freedom to roam the town and forest. Love and eternal support from a handsome human and a loyal herd. Breeding so intense and satisfying that it manifested as an addiction to human love.

Sitting there now, under the scrutiny of others from every conceivable angle, Umbra felt a creeping pressure within her. The official’s speech would soon end, summoning the Princesses to present their final judgement. They had been watching, listening and always examining her since her release from prison. Equestria as a whole waited and held their collective breaths to see just how far a monster could turn. She thought her transformation profound. The effort that had been poured into her “correction” was so immense that you could hardly be repaid for it all. Her eyes slid shut and her nostrils flared as she reluctantly bowed before the coming presence of her final reckoning. This was it, the last humiliation of a defeated Queen.

“-they whom give us life and order. Princess Celestia. Princess Luna. And her Majesty, Empress Cadance.” The three alicorns stepped out from behind their thrones and sat in an orderly fashion, their massive bodies filling the room with both the warmth of affection and the safety of authority. If any had their heads raised to look upon them, they might’ve noticed the slight surprise crossing their faces to see a prostrate and humbled Umbra. The celestial sisters remembered the last time she had sat in this very court centuries before. Mostly because the ear-piercing wails and shrieks of rage she made still haunted them to this day. Now, in this state, she appeared less than a warrior. She hardly looked like a mage, even. If anything, Luna almost suspected a random housewife had been pulled from her home and forced to sit before them.

“All may rise. We have judgement to pass.” Celestia called in trained fashion, for she had said these very words thousands of times. The low roar of rustling clothes, feathers and manes was punctuated by a cough or two breaking the silence. Otherwise, every pony in attendance respectfully held their piece.

Despite the surrounding coliseum of warm bodies shrouding Umbra and scrutinizing her, she had never felt so perfectly alone. Not a voice in her head spoke anymore, the ancient spirits of twisted magic and unholy knowledge silenced. All eyes were on her, yet two were the only ones she cared anything about. If she had the gall to disrespect the Princesses again, she would’ve cast her eyes back to the assuring, warm and soft glare of her Husband. You, her King, that had brought her here to demonstrate just what a changed mare she had been molded into. For now though, she would bend the knee to the cretinous and callous rulers of this land. They held from her the key to salvation and a peaceful life lived in fulfillment.

Freedom.

“Beloved ponies. Treasured human. We see now a mare made whole and right through the doctrine of harmony.” Celestia started, her spiel enough to make Umbra roll her exhausted eyes.

“Love, tolerance and acceptance turns the tides of rivers., uproots mountains and holds fast the will of stallion and mare alike. We hold these truths close to our hearts, as they have crafted a nation that makes allies of the greatest foes.” Celestia addressed the crowd in her diplomatic and rehearsed manner, repeating mantras burned into the minds of young and old alike over thousands of years. She held a proud and cheerful smile the entire time, refusing to match her compatriots’ rather muted expressions. Luna could hardly muster a respectful gaze when she looked upon the ebony Queen sat below her. And Cadence, ever the vapid figurehead, locked her face into a soulless smile that somehow came across as far more hostile than any snarl. Umbra could positively taste the metallic and bitter hatred lingering in the room. The highest powers in the land were only allowing this to happen out of respect for their traditions, nothing more. At least in her mind, Umbra knew that this was not out of genuine care or concern for her.

“I have witnessed through accounts provided by our beloved human, my most trusted student and the kind residents of Ponyville the turning of faces in this mare. Her road was festooned with challenges of all sorts and sizes, some of which were never truly faced and bested.” She spoke with a casual glance thrown to you, a sting to accentuate the bumps in the road that you had personally “handled.”

“It is my belief that Umbra is fit for Equestria once more. Though she may never earn the truest love of her fellow ponies, she may at least be trusted to uphold and benefit from the society we have built on our founding principles.” She finished with a flourishing hoof gesture before quietly settling back to her regal starting position.

“I now call upon my comrades in royalty to make their final judgements as well. They too have deliberated on the progress, the reports and the facts of the matter.” Standing down, Celestia allowed Luna to stand in her posh and titanic posture to address Umbra. Though there was a massive crowd gathered before her with all eyes trained on her azure figure and her imposing gaze, Luna faced none other than the Queen herself. She communicated her ambivalence quite clearly without ever having to speak a word to the “changed mare” slowly rising from her bow.

“Honorable subjects. Again we bring this pony before our council in order to decide her fate. Her actions and her intentions bring her back to our grace, as the inescapable pull of a star shall always pull a hopelessly outmatched planet.” She never once looked away from Umbra’s agitated expression, some suspecting that Luna didn’t even blink during her diatribe.

“We have seen the evil in this mare first-hoof and know the extent to which it perverts and decays our world. Our order sustains the life of this nation and thus the life of everypony blessed to be a part of it.” The dark Princess pursed her lips tightly and held her ears high. She dragged this moment across the proverbial gravel of time, grinding and scraping and cutting deep into Umbra. Should she deny a positive judgement, it would be several more months- perhaps even years- of reporting and tracking and watching from the royalty.

“Today… we are reluctant to welcome Umbrial Daze into that order. Reluctant, as the seed of evil never dies. Only wilts and hides in the soil for another tumultuous rain to awaken it.” Umbra huffed and flicked her tail at the ever-lengthening speech drilling through her.

“But, so long as our righteous human may preside over and feel his unusual affection for this mare… we allow her to stay. As the practice of black magic is a guarantee of eventual failure, so too is holding onto hatred.” Luna bowed gently to the crowd before sitting down. Umbra’s heart lifted somewhat when the majority of this trial was done, but she was also painfully aware that the final obstacle would be the most difficult by far.

That plastic, pink, pouty, perfect, petite smile. Eyes of the most aggressively cute teal. Wafting scents of synthetic fruit aromas and dusts of gaudy make-up. How she so loved to hate this “Empress.” Cadence struck the perfect- irritating- middle ground between Celestia’s genuine warmth and Luna’s stoicness. Hers was a passion that smelled fake from afar. Umbra had always detested this perky alicorn, even far back in time when both were but little fillies in the Crystal Empire. Looking at her always brought about the same reaction, unwavering disgust and vitriol. She knew the Empress felt much the same, as that strained and shuttering smile could only be hiding the purest distrust and revulsion.

Then again, given the dark and intense sensibilities of the Queen, she may have been placing undue assumptions on the Empress. When she too rose to speak, all ears tuned to her immediately. Even you held your breath, despite knowing all along how this would go. Cadence dramatically held onto her moment of silence, her eyes fluttering from one pony to the other in the crowd before slowly settling on Umbra. She giggled internally at the sight of this foe, for she was nothing like the beast of yesteryear.

Young Umbra was nothing short of a firebrand with a chip on her shoulder and every incentive to prove herself. That spry, young, angry and ever-agitated filly was now just a mare. A normal and plush looking pony draped in traditional clothing and smelling of affection. Her natural gift could sense the passion inside her all along. From the first days to this, the very last moments of an insane battle. Red, pulsating and insatiable lust for power and control was nothing more than a faded crimson in the background of a supernova. It still existed with the stench of rust and fire, yes. But overwhelming it all was an incredible and fresh love for you. Her human emanated a similar aura about him, though its duality was palpable.

Passionate, wild and young love swirled on one side whilst the other harbored a far more stable and matured affection. Umbra was mad for you, as her entire form was consumed by this thrashing and turbulent dedication. It was clear that she would do anything for her husband, as you were her addiction. Among the scattered feelings of despair, dread and worry, Cadence nearly drowned in loyalty. Your dark wife, your loving and loyal sorceress threw herself to the floor in front of her arch nemesis like a monk falling before a holy relic.

For you. Not her.

She prostrated on the floor and showed her submission just as the old ways demanded, a meaningful and humiliating display. Umbra was burned by fire on the inside, but she was fueled by high-octane stimulants when her mind drifted to you.

Cadence outwardly giggled as the audience did, no doubt further enraging the helpless Queen.

"Before I can make my decision, I feel that I must be further convinced with substantial evidence." Cadence began, bringing the other princesses to a silent halt with her implications. Umbra too was made quiet by her words, as she nearly bit her tongue off in spite. Laying there in a vulnerable and submissive plea for mercy, she couldn't possibly imagine just how Cadance could be so petty. In her mind, the pink menace was hell-bent on dragging out this atrocious trial of hers as revenge. Whilst she couldn't entirely discredit such delicious evil, having it done unto her certainly failed to please Umbra. Her teeth gnashed and her breath hitched in the slight pause made by the dramatic and smiling Empress.

"I hereby call forward a witness so they may attest to the change in this mare's character." Her cerulean eyes landed on you in the stands, drawing forth an uncanny nervousness from deep within. All eyes were upon you now, like the days when you first came to this land. Gasps and mumbles and confused speech rang out all around you, further adding to the sweaty and shaking composure that overcame you form.

“Anonymous the human. Please rise.” Cadence commanded.

"Yes, your Majesty." You answered out of reflex rather than respect, as you knew well enough that your dark mare wished that term reserved strictly for herself.

"Approach the bench, Mr. Anon." Cadence beckoned with a tap against the ancient wood, her duo of cohorts looking on with somewhat bemused expressions of interest. This was not part of the plan, nor standard procedure. Celestia welcomed such an interruption with a grin, whilst Luna barely held back a petty protest. Solitary footsteps beat on the tiles below and rang out for the whole nation to hear, all ponies waiting with baited breath for the sole human's testament.

"Anonymous the human, have you any evidence that would perhaps 'sway' my opinion on this subject? Could you somehow demonstrate what a changed mare Umbrial Daze has become under your care?" Said pony only now lifted her head from the floor to meet your shy and bashful gaze. It was such an unusual look for you after she had grown accustomed to your masculine and confident mannerisms. It struck a shameful bolt of fear in her heart to see you, her most powerful and handsome protector in this world stumble and fight your own words in a fit of boyish charm.

"Yes ma'am. I do." You said your words with an awkward and stiff stutter. It was as if they had been coached, rehearsed and forgotten many times. There was no spirit behind them, only the calculated and orchestrated mockery of such. Umbra could positively smell the strange character in them, her eyes narrowing to scowling slits as you fumbled about with your breast pockets and suit jacket.

"Somewhere in here... er..." Cadence snickered and lifted her snout in the most intensely irritating manner she knew how. Umbra could already feel the urge to bite her throat for turning such a smug look to her husband.

"Whenever you're ready, dear Human." Celestia added with a giggle and a lean to look over her towering pulpit. Your hands eventually found what you sought, a small box embroidered with shiny thread and glimmering with dark red satin.

"This! This right here." You held it high with a beaming pride that struck the room speechless, though part of that may have been the abundance of confusion sweeping through the ponies. Umbra herself felt her mind jump to conclusions upon seeing such a trinket, ones of matrimony and legal obligation. Those ideals disappeared when her more rational mind fought back and scolded her for being so childish. Why on Earth would you need something like that? You and her were already good as married. A ring or a necklace or a pendant would've just cheapened the true and deep love felt between your souls. It was an unnecessary and expensive addition to your lives, thus it was highly unlikely that the tiny box you waved around like a magic charm held that kind of thing inside. What good could a beautiful, personal and considerate gift like that be? She dismissed it with a bite on her lip and both her crimson eyes focused keenly on your nervous posture.

"This piece of evidence right here, is all I need to change your mind." You addressed the crowd just as much as Cadence, knowing full well that the Empress no longer held their attention. She simply sat there, knowing where this was going well before it began. All she had to do was witness and approve.

"And what shall it prove exactly, Sir Anonymous?" Luna chimed in with a stoic and somewhat cold phrase. Your tight grip shifted and all five fingers nearly crushed the box in your grasp as the words slowly formed into sentences in the back of your dry throat. These hundreds of rainbow colored eyes waited and watched you, yet only two concerned. Your sorceress sat there and watched in confusion, her own will to speak stolen by the weight of the situation.

"I'll show you." You started, moving toward your brooding mare with a look of utter determination clear in your face.

"I'll show you that Umbra wants one thing... and one thing only." You took one last breath before taking the fall before your mare. Sitting on her haunches, Umbra's eyes met your level when you knelt down and presented that box for her.

"Umbra. Babygirl..."

You wouldn't dare...

"Would you do me the honor of marrying me? Legally, I mean... like now?" You said with a shaky laugh, knowing full well that such a thing was impossible without citizenship. Before the Princesses made their decision, you and her could never be wed in an official capacity. To do this was nothing short of a statement, a bold and wild statement made right in front of the most powerful beings in all the nation. Umbra stared forward in utter surprise as you undid the slight box and fidgeted the top off.

"My King-" She tried to speak, but her words had been silenced by the expression. That uniquely human display of unreasonable confidence and brazen disregard for the customs of this land. green and red eyes dilated to behold the spectacular piece brought to her, for its construction rivaled stars and celestial phenomena in their beauty.

"Now this is quite the surprising development! Don't you think, Luna?" Celestia said softly to her sister, one who was less than pleased with this sappy and public display of emotion.

Your ring to her, your gift to forever show just what kind of bond existed between you two, caught the beams of gorgeous sunlight such that it glowed with the flowing energy of love. Cuts into the crystal wad stuck atop the tungsten band simmered red from embedded bits of ruby, their aggressive colors perfectly reflecting off the contrasting cyan. Geometric edges moved and melded into one another to form a precise yet wild chunk of priceless mineral jewelers would die to hold. Shards from a shattered diamond studded the circumference to mark it with the maker's trademark style.

Umbra had stolen many a ring like this in her long life. Thusly she knew only Cadance, the Arbiter of love in Equestria, could've shaped and built it. Her silence was concerning, but her aghast expression was far more telling. She could only flick her gaze from it to you in a hurried stutter. You lifted it out of the box to reveal a long chain formed from silver, one perfectly suited to drift over her head and hang from her neck. The dark Queen made no fuss when you did just that, hoisting her pendant high and ever-so gently settling it on her petite shoulders. Her snout drifted down to watch it go but quickly snapped upwards when the familiar warmth of your shaking hands combed down her leg and gripped her hoof.

"Sir Anonymous... are you trying to imply that Umbrial Daze would even humor the notion of marriage? To a human of low birth, no less?" Luna cocked an eyebrow when she finished glaring toward Cadance, the gears and cogs of her intricate mind beginning to piece together this silly stage performance.

"If she'll have me." You said simply whilst never taking your eyes from hers. Umbra huffed for breath in the shocking moment, unable to focus and think clearly in this wash of emotion. Flicking ears and twitching lips mirrored the wild dance inside her and the thrashing of tides colliding from both sides.

She wanted to scold you for this. She wanted to punish such a stupid, embarrassing and childish stunt. This was her trial, her final and last obstacle to a life free of burden and scrutiny. And you picked now to ask the greatest question of your lives. In front of all these strangers, the Princesses and Equestria. You made this personal, emotional, vital moment a public spectacle for all to see and witness.

But in that very same breath, she was inspired by it all. It was such a royal thing to do. So pompous and arrogant and brave. You defied the Princesses themselves by taking the focus from them in their own courtroom- their own city, even. You had walked in and made all eyes and hearts turn to you and her alone. This would go down in history, this would be written down in official records and newspapers and accounts for decades to come. Whilst the only human in all Equestria might've faded from memory and become but a slight footnote in the unusual and varied history of Equestria, this exchange would last forever. Umbra gasped when the cool metal warmed against her fur and your hands squeezed her hoof.

"Well?" Cadance interrupted, shooting the befuddled Umbra a most aggravating look. Of course her King had been talked into such silliness by her. Idiocy of this caliber could only come from the demented mind of that pink menace. Umbra wanted to spit right between her ocean-colored eyes, but the pull of your ultra-powerful affection reinforced an unusual calm in her. Shudders ran across her body when the icy rain of truth finally hit the bottom of her heart.

"Show us, Umbrial Daze. Show us just how much you care for this stallion." Cadence invited Umbra to exonerate herself before the court. A simple demand that she met with a huff and a twitch of excitement.

"I- we-... this is..." She stuttered whilst leaning in closer to you. The weight of her new necklace seemed to gravitate her right towards your center, towards the heart that made her the mare she was. The crowd could sense this drive, they could watch in all the subtle and delicate detail just how compelled Umbra was to abandon everything in favor of her husband. That nasty little blob of black mane and grey fur melted into pliant slag the instant you touched her.

"Yes." She finally sputtered, though only to you. She looked you in the eye, she stared deep into your mind with magic restrained by an inhibiting brace about her horn. Her ancient skills of manipulation and reading one's thoughts played into perfect use here, as she dove head-first into your realm and discovered once again how flooded with need it was. A shared space, yes. But a space that echoed with winds singing her name and mountains carved into her visage.

"I would give everything for you... forever." She whispered huskily, slight beads of crystalline tears dripping from the corner of her eyes. You smiled sweetly and wiped them with a calloused thumb before they threatened her thin makeup.

"Hm. Colored me convinced. I rule in favor!" Cadence cheered and looked to Celestia, waiting for her to drop the grin on her snout and make it all official. Cooing in delight at the near-kiss shared between you and Umbra, the alabaster alicorn cleared her throat.

"Since we are all satisfied with the proceedings, allow me to commend Umbrial Daze on her pilgrimage." Flashing yellow light flicked and twisted a quill about behind the podium, scrawling an elegant signature across the final document of this affair.

"Congratulations on your rehabilitation, Umbra." That paper floated towards you both with a neat fold keeping the gorgeous print safe from the world.

"And since your citizenship has been approved and notarized, I believe Cadence has one final matter to address?" Naturally, lost in one another, neither you nor Umbra hardly noticed the Empress spreading her wings and likewise signing her documents.

"Yes, yes. I hereby pronounce you Stallion and Wife. You may kiss the bride, yada, yada." She said in a less than official tone, as you and your wife had already embraced before she finished. Umbra simply could not stop herself from grabbing your face and lurching forward in a predatory snarl. The crowd recoiled at first, but slowly calmed to a low roar as you and the once evil beast exchanged affections. Some were terribly put-off by the sight of you and a pony kissing, whilst most warmed to the notion quickly and stomped their hooves in approval.

Not that it mattered. Umbra had conquered the very last hill that stood in her way. She was now a queen in the truest sense of the word. Married to a handsome, powerful and confident king.

The Princesses were merciful enough to allow you passage through the inner court to avoid the press. Bands of hollering and snapping reporters would no doubt ruin the moment so carefully crafted for Umbra. Through the olden hallways of statues and paintings and hidden torch switches that opened yet more mysterious chambers, Cadence herself guided you. The dark mare walked before you both, as she was lost in her own world staring into the piece now hanging from her neck. Held aloft in weak magic, Umbra could not pry her eyes from it for even a second. She miraculously dodged corners and turns despite the insane scrutiny she gave unto this symbol. It brought flurries to her heart each time the light bounced off it in a different way. Flickering fire and beams of sunlight and magical energy made it hum and come to life with subtle signs of life inside. Just like your love, it was a subdued manner of fierceness that dwelled within. Your unicorn wife only caught slight snippets of your chat with the Empress.

"That went far better than I was expecting." The cheery Cadence said, the clop of her hooves echoing down long throats of marble and stone in an almost deafening manner.

"Princesses seemed a little miffed... but yeah. All things considered." You answered, both hands finding comfortable positions in your pockets.

"Oh, I also wanted to ask you-"

"Right. That." Cadence interrupted somewhat stiffly in anticipation of this mysterious question.

"Please understand, Anonymous. It's not just the Princesses and I that have to be convinced. The Council of Canterlot has to sign off on the procedure as well."

"I know, I know. I'm just wondering. Think this will change any minds?" The pink mare sighed and hummed in thought whilst conflict crawled across her expression.

"I have advocated for you before. I would worry for your safety- naturally- but if today's outcome is any indication of her progress, I'm almost certain that it should be done." You perked somewhat at the news, albeit with a cold chill of reality still clinging to your heart.

"What about the Sisters?" Another strained sigh left Cadence, the end of your long walk approaching in the form of a light streaming through an ancient archway.

"You are human. We can't expect you to understand what we do." She said, her face soft and nurturing to cushion any offence such a phrase might have caused.

"But you must realize that this is no decision we make lightly." Leaning in, the Empress beckoned you to listen intently.

"Her bloodline is tainted with evil. It has been for centuries. Should your offspring undo what we've built here-"

"You don't think I could handle it?"

"The child will outlive you. And her. And every pony alive now. At a certain point, It won't matter." She spoke in a tone of deadly seriousness, as if her own throat had turned to frozen stone.

"Those of us that might see that day must decide whether or not it is a battle worth the risk." You stared forward as she laid the heavy news across your back, suddenly shocked to find a lack of neon pink by your side and a new mass magicked into your breast pocket. The Empress stopped just before the exit to show the most intense stare you'd ever received in your life.

"I won't keep you in the dark, Anonymous. I believe in your strength." Monotone speech and serious eyes communicated the weight of this discussion, especially when the Empress stepped back into the darker halls and away from the revealing warmth of the sun.

"But always remember that Umbra is capable of anything. Anything." With that, you were left to your own devices in a secluded Canterlot alleyway. Where exactly you were and how long you had been walking was a mystery with little time to dwell on. You pulled Cadence’s gift from your pocket, finding a very similar box to the one she had given you before the trial. The small container was rapidly overshadowed by piercing, red eyes however.

"You conspired with her, My King?" Umbra huffed softly, her cheeks still somewhat puffy from the healthy cry beforehand. You responded with a slow kneel to meet her gaze, both hands gliding up to find her soft jawline. Umbra responded by nuzzling into them, quickly discovering your new box and stealing it away in her magic.

"Figured you'd prefer something more uh... 'royal' than a little wedding in Ponyville." She smiled gently in your grasp, her mind slowly rising from the frothy waters of affection and overwhelming emotion to drink in the insanity of what you had done.

"I would've never imagined that pink dimwit marrying me."

"It took a lot of convincing, I'll tell you that much." You said with a snicker, kissing her snout and watching as she flustered and struggled to react.

"I like the irony, your worst enemy having to watch you get hitched." Umbra hummed as you stroked her face with both thumbs, utter content and peace sprawled across her exhausted and squishy features.

"You've hardly a grasp on that word..." She commented almost silently.

"Oh shut up and gimme another kiss." You interjected and pulled her into you once more for a passionate and longing contact. Umbra didn't hesitate to meet you and press her lips tight to your own. Soft hums and moans echoed through the empty alleyway, filling the otherwise lifeless space with the miracle of passion. Umbra never felt so safe and warm, her body was writhing and twisting like a sapling in the wind. Every bone quivered when your voice rocked and echoed through them. Her muscles relaxed into a slurry of helpless mass for you to mold and shape and play with. Her very heart yearned to be closer to yours and ride the thumping rhythm of your life's energy. It floored her to taste you, to feel and to have you with her. She was lost in this infinite world of human smooches, so much so that she sat there aghast and drooling when you pulled away and adjusted the droopy collar of her sweater.

In the brief moment between steamy plumes of emotion, she snapped open Cadence’s box and marveled at the trinket inside. A tiny, rounded, almost featureless ring of black tungsten. The piece was highly understated compared to the ring made for her, surely something more modest for a stallion of your caliper. Tiny details however made it all the more unique and captivating, however.

A jagged line of eternal ice ran through the center of your ring, the very same enchanted water used to contain Umbra for all those painful years. Red jewels smaller than rice grains studded the peripheries as well, perhaps a warning built into Umbra’s physical promise of devotion. She could only imagine a pony as vain and petty as Cadence putting such a thing into a wedding band, but when it was tied to you Umbra could only think of it as absolutely perfect.

“You like it?” You interrupted, bringing the staring mare back to reality.

“She said they might be ‘a little off,’ since she hasn’t made rings in a while. But I thought it was pretty neat.” Umbra huffed a tiny laugh and gladly pulled the piece from its box with her trembling mouth. Magic would only interfere with the intimacy of sliding your ring on and settling it on your rough and masculine hand. Umbra happily did so when you offered it to her, a magical energy humming between you two when the affection channeled through the shaped stones.

"Now then. We got the whole day to kill. What're you in the mood for?" You asked to a staring and still Umbra. Her ears were perked and listening, but her mind refused to pass your words through. She filtered out all meaning to your voice in favor of simply listening to the gorgeous and masculine tones of it all. Her heart thundered in her chest and your scent filled her lungs such that nothing sensible or reasonable could possibly influence her now. The mare breathed deeply and focused on the weight of her new wedding band dangling from her neck. The sight of yours likewise stole her ability to respond, as her black band contrasted so perfectly with your skin and cemented you as the one and only stallion she loved.

"We could go for lunch, check out a museum, stop in one of tacky shops- I'm up for anything." Again she gave no real response, only opening her eyes enough to give a sultry leer.

"The hotel." Was all Umbra said, her lips still somewhat wet with your spittle and her hoof pawing at your chest.

"Wha- you wanna go back to the room?" You asked as she pulled at your tie and forced your face closer to her own.

"Take me back to our bed, my King." That look in her eyes told you all you needed to know, really. Umbra once again wore that familiar face of desperation and need. A starving, focused and sharp look could burn through walls and shatter boulders with its strength, especially when it was naught but inches from your face. Umbra snorted hot breaths of wrath and smartly tugged your tie to make her demand all the more poignant.

"Right... whatever you say, Sugar." You wisely relented and stood up carefully. The naughty mare below coyly nuzzled at your beltline with a smile that showed glimmering fangs of pearly white.

"Let us not waste time and wander through this gaudy town! We will find a tram and ride as newly weds!" You followed after the astoundingly bouncy mare, noticing all the while that her magic never ceased holding her new ring tight to her chest. At times it was quite difficult to keep up with the chubby lump of fur and energy, as she was wildly rushing through the tight corridors and down rounded streets. Umbra clearly knew this place better than you and simply flew between the buildings rising high into the sky. Running after her in fancy dress shoes and a stiff suit built up quite the sweat before the Canterlot tram mercifully picked you two up and started for the train station.

Your wife cuddled tightly against you the entire ride and made sure every eye that happened upon you drank in your union. Beaming with arrogant pride and stroking your chest, Umbra would gladly sneer and boast to mares and stallions about your love. Neither of you were easy to miss in the pastel sea of brightly colored ponies, but your wife still fought to be as noticeable as possible. Whether that meant standing on her hindlegs to give you kisses, spreading out on the seat to lay her head in your lap, or just being obnoxiously loud with her compliments there was no line she wouldn't cross. You were thankful to get her off the train after the short trip and hide the excitable mare in the modest hotel.

Fighting up the stairs and fiddling the door open, Umbra burst into the room to cast off any hint of modesty or self control. Her grin was sick and conniving all the while as crimson energy liberated her of the now stuffy and uncomfortable sweater. You, out of breath and bracing yourself for this, found the hotel's couch and gracelessly fell into it.

The entire trip here had been quite stressful for you both, leading to a lack of intimacy throughout. Umbra clung tightly to you at night and never let you out of her sight, but the weight of potential rejection left neither of you particularly needy. She could hardly be consoled with petting and kisses, instead demanding that you simply hold her under the hotel covers as tightly and as long as you were able. Cozy and scantily decorated as this room was, it served as at a proper fortress for the two of you. Tomorrow you'd both be setting off for home, hopefully never to see this room again. Umbra intended to leave her mark on it, approaching stealthily as you struggled to untie your shoes and throw socks across the room.

"Hmmmmm..." She hummed to herself as you silently disrobed. A weight pressed to your palms when they went for your belt, as if two weights of iron were now firmly strapped to them. It was an odd and startling sensation that forced your grasp away from your precious cradle of fertility.

Umbra would have the pleasure of unwrapping her husband. No one else.

"I should scold you for being so boyish, my King. Playing games with your Queen is hardly what I'd call 'mature.'" Maneuvering around the couch like a panther creeping on sleeping prey, your wife let her eyes spear you through the heart. She was completely naked, say for the dangling and jingling necklace holding her ring.

"You could've humiliated us before the peasantry. Made us out to be clownish buffoons rolling across a stage for their amusement." Never once did she frown during this diatribe, instead keeping her sharp smile. Hooves padded across the carpet in near-silent steps inching closer and closer to you with each passing second. You wanted to speak, but the Queen had no such interruption.

"But I must admit... it pleases me that you'd be so brash." She came to a stop some steps away from you, standing between your legs like a great ship cutting through dark sea water on a valiant crusade.

"That you would stand before the Princesses and disrespect them... just to prove our love was true?" She huffed through her nose as redness flushed her cheeks.

"Asserting your position over them was nothing short of dictatorial, my King." Whilst you never imagined that your little stunt was that scandalous, satisfying your wife's hatred for the monarchy never hurt. You held your piece then as Umbra turned about on her hooves and showed off for her captive stallion.

"The perfect trait for a King. To dominate and command respect." Any smart remark or stupid pun failed to leave you when engorged lips and shivering flesh caught the sunlight. Hungry folds suckling toward you with a quivering pucker just above to compliment them. Umbra's rounded and plush love was just as curvy as it always was, but now it throbbed with the animalistic need of a feral equine. Sopping lip pulsed with blood under the deep black of her skin until her vagina took the color a flush and ripe plum. Backing into you and settling her magnificent ass in your lap let each raunchy feature press into your clothing and skin, communicating just how needy she was. Her love was hot like iron to the touch, searing with an almost unhealthy warmth. Red blushes of arousal pulsed with worming veins against your groin, scrubbing a heady and sharp musk into your slacks in the same motion. Her titanic cheeks spread your legs further and further until there simply wasn't any room left, yet they still demanded more space for their incredible masses. Your wife filled a lap like molten metal filled a die, albeit with a much hotter and more aggressive bent to it. A swishing tail hardly fanned the exhaust of the mare's need, as the smell still wafted upwards and smacked your nose like an open palm.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" Umbra groaned with bouncing and grinding hips. Her movements made the couch creak and moan with strain. Weighty and thick assets pressed and smeared into you until the furniture threatened to give under Umbra's overwhelming presence. You could feel her lips kissing and pulling at your covered girth in fleshy pulses of strength. Quivers and hiccups flashed pink walls and squirt creamy lubrication onto you with each thump of Umbra's racing heart. Both buttocks mashing and squishing together between your thighs helped to slather herself in milky preparation and mat her dark fur with ultra-sugary musk. It became impossible to look away- painful even. Her ass was simply so commanding and warm and inviting that your male mind found itself enslaved to the shape and the feel and the scent all at once. The rounded edges and flowing lines led you to the canyon of sex and musk the Queen so haughtiness offered, drawing your helpless attention right to her sopping wet gash.

"Don't fight what you are, my love. touch it. Touch me." The magic restraining your hands finally dissipated as Umbra teased you. Self-guided and hungry for a firm handful of beautiful butt, it took but a moment for you to embrace both sides of your wife's pudgy ass. Each palm slapped on contact with her fuzzy bottom, their force and grip such that air wouldn't possibly stand in their way.

"Ooh! Oooooh... you love my backside, my King? Does it please you to own such a rump for yourself?" Umbra let out an unusually high-pitched giggle as she grinded and smeared herself against you. Rotating and gyrating hips smashed into your crotch with increasing force until it looked like someone spilled a cup of milk in your lap. Wiping lips opened and kissed across you in honor of your strength, simultaneously robbing you of anything to say other than-

"Rrrrg..." That guttural growl was all the needed to be said, of course. Umbra ate up any positive feedback you'd give. Snaking across her pillow lips, her tongue dangled from her maw when the poisonous effects of lust took over her higher mind

"Touch it, yessssssss. I am yours now, my King. Forever and truly yours. This flank is your right!" The unicorn groaned and hissed to herself as you molded her ass in lusty motions. Each cheek was held in a death grip of desire that helped to mold their fat into balloons of darkness. Bulging quite obscenely and seated to perfectly meet her, your manhood easily slid in between each side of Umbra's femininity. Gripping lips split around you and slid along your shaft before her squeezing pucker caught your rounded end. Even her less fertile and muskier hole was begging for attention in noisy grips and sticky winks. Wrinkles and folds pulled at you in an effort to coax you inside the puffy and steamy holes demanding your seed. Most maddening of all however were her thick cheeks, both of which clenched and relaxed rhythmically to engulf your manhood.

"Umbra..." You grunted, moving your hands closer and closer to the boiling hot pit of pleasure and wetness. She was steaming in the cool air of the room and rapidly filling the entire hotel with her heady, earthy raunch. These pants would surely carry her scent forever now, soap and water ineffective for removing your mare’s potent memory.

"Mmmph! This garden is yours, My King! Behold how it yearns for you!" A particularly hard push backwards made you nearly yelp in shock when orgasmic pleasure rocketed up your shaft and burst in your chest. The tendrils of her thick wetness leached into your boxers so much now that your cock was bathing in the enraging compounds of mare need.

"Nng, hff! You might as well have mounted me right in front of those blubbering royals! Show them that they've nothing to give that could compare to your manhood!” Grabby hands folded into the embrace of her ass and nearly disappeared into the darkness below. Umbra was growing more desperate and aggressive with each moment you failed to penetrate. Pants that were once a playful tease were now aggravating walls that stood between you and your mare's pulsing tunnel. You wanted them gone just as Umbra did, but you couldn't imagine not squeezing and squishing your mare's cheeks for even a second.

Forming her ass about and molding it between open palms was nothing short of hypnotizing. How she flowed and worked like liquid, yet still held firm in solid jiggles of mass. Elastic flesh and thick pudge pushed harder and harder into your groin until the wooden frame of the couch once again croaked in protest. Her pressure, her weight and her size drove your cock to madness inside its itchy and sopping prison. Just watching her engorged cunt grab at you and squirt milky tear-drops made your heart pound and throttle like an engine sputtering for gas. Her body was so hot to the touch, she was simply pulsing with such energy. Umbra conquered your mind with her rump and stared into your flabbergasted face with quite some pride.

“I'd trade all the wealth in Canterlot for your kiss. I'd set fire to chronicles of unspeakable power just to be held in your arms! I'd bow before the Princesses so they could watch you breed me!" The black unicorn hissed one last time before she mercifully pulled forward. The slightest rush of air moved between you two and allowed red magic to do its work. Finally, after several minutes of heated and painful grinding, your soggy and musky pants were torn off in fields of energy and tossed aside. Boxers went soon after and let your thickness jump into the open sunlight without a hint of shame. Much like Umbra, you were pumped full with fiery blood and aching with aggravated redness. Licks of moving air from the spinning fan above stung like bees and wasps attacking you, mirroring how your wife’s ultra-sensitive and puffy snatch felt. Pain and pleasure melded into one intense and freakish sensation when your wife’s titanic ass finally came back and encapsulated your bare manhood in her folding mounds of suffocating ass.

“GHK! Angh!” Your voice jumped without command at the first touch of white-hot lips against you. Nerves fired off confused and wild signals when you became buried between jiggling assets and kissed against both holes. Your size was enough to cover her nethers entirely, from bottom to top all her black was replaced with you. A winking clit, poking with a hot and sensitive pink nub, tickled and slathered the base of your shaft with gooey and thick geysers of pleasure. Her whimpering and gripping tailhole pulled and suckled on your head with a muscular ring hungry as the sopping tunnel below. Her cheeks squeezed and relaxed with the ticking clock, assuring that every moment spent in her grasp was a nightmarish explosion of pleasure.

“Hmmmmmrrrrph… get in there, my King. Feel how warm I am for you? Do you see how ready I am to please?” You gasped and lined up your assets with her own, easily gliding over the polished surface of her sex with so much grease squirting from the little mare.

“Yesssssss… give it to meeeeee! Put it in! Put it inside me!” Umbra growled in throaty mumbles of mindless desire, every part of mind more deeply focused on the firm pressing at her backside.

A rounded and red crown inched between bright pink walls, a funnel of muscular flesh guiding you deeper and deeper inside her. It almost hurt to touch her, the heat of her body so intense it created plumes of hot steam and musky walls of haze. As well, Umbra’s normal tightness had been ratcheted up into an insane deathgrip that refused to relax around you. The clenching and saturated tunnel gave just enough for you to enter, the force of her weight and your strength just barely letting you pop inside with an airtight slurp. One tiny opening was forced open about the first third of your length and audibly accepted every bit of it.

“Ooh! Ah, ah, yes! Yes my King!” She snarled and grit her fangs in the wake of the torrential pleasure slamming into her mind. Umbra trembled on her hooves with just a portion of your manhood inside her. Bulging veins and throbbing ridges massaged about inside her with tiny twitches forcing your girth back and forth inside the soupy mess of her cunt. Though you held fast to her hips to try and gain some leverage, Umbra was more than happy to take on the task of breeding. She shook her backside for you between ragged and needy pants in efforts to loosen her kneading and nursing snatch.

“Hff, hff, jeez! You gotta- mmph! Relax, Sugar! You gotta-” There was no talking to Umbra, now. With a ring dangling from her neck and a husband jammed inside her pussy, the mare couldn’t possibly be reasoned with. The intricate machinery of her brain had been busted and repurposed for an entirely different goal now. All she could imagine was your seed firing inside her boiling hot womb. That end goal drove her to pound and bang and slap against you with the same hurried pace of a factory machine running an unsafe speed. Physical tightness forced her to be stiff and slow at first, but that minor discomfort was blasted apart in favor of a mad and awkward ride once her inertia was found.

“Rrgh! RRFG! Breed me! Take me! Make me your mindless broodmare, damnit!” Umbra cursed and hissed and moaned under her breath as she subjected her soft flower to this torment. Slapping and riding hips went up and down again and again in a blurring flurry of jiggling buttocks and swishing tail. Her cunt split elegantly to hold you inside and undulated with massaging motions to milk every last bit of pleasure from you. The force of her rises was enough to make holding her impossible, thus both hands were forced to retreat and grasp the cushions for some kind of tether to reality.

“Baby- NNG- GUH! Babygirl?!” You huffed in disbelief as Umbra took the lead. She had never ridden like this, the wild and lusty pace unbecoming of the normally romantic and needy Queen. She usually preferred to be doted over and cared for during your lovemaking, much like Derpy. She would lay there and let you worship her, limp legs and relaxed posture making her like a talkative pillow with open holes for you to enjoy.

But now, she was on a mission. She strove for nothing short of fulfilling a new, deep desire. Her mind was awash with images of your future, your marriage and your unity. Her life would be incomplete without heirs to carry on her name, carry on your memory. That ancient need was impossible to ignore, impossible to suppress and leave alone. Exhausted as it may have made her and strenuous as riding you may have been, Umbra pressed on regardless of any protests thrown at her.

“Slow down- NNG! Baby! Gonna- hff, hff, gah!” You tried to suppress the boiling tides inside you. Thrashing waters and bubbling potions brewed in your balls until the pressure reached critical levels. Her monstrous grip and insane speed was breaking you down quicker than you needed, leading to an almost premature burst of seed. It wasn’t your style to allow such a thing, for it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as a slow boil. Umbra hadn’t even reached her own peak when you threatened to teeter over the edge, yet she couldn’t have cared less.

“Do it! Cum, Anonymous! Fill me! Fill me with your seed until I can hardly stand!” She punished your hips with such force that her tightly bound bun of hair burst at the strap and let a fountain of ebony fall over her shoulders. Back arching and her internal muscles milking you with all their might, you broke at the seams and surrendered to her body. Just watching her ebony mass flash pink and ooze around you was enough to melt any higher facets of your mind. Stinging vines grew over any will to resist and any notion of restraint. Your male spirit fought through the useless layers of modern decency to command you toward one mighty action. Just as your wife forced herself to your base and held your entire cock inside pulsating, working flesh, the first jet of orgasm gushed free.

“Mmmmh… My Kiiiiiing…” Umbra closed her eyes and drank in the satisfaction. That pleased and fulfilled sensation of honoring nature’s commands. Fresh, hot and flowing sperm raced inside her womb and populated the tight space with its white torrents. She grew ever so slightly heavier with your batter flooding her, that extra pressure on her hooves like the most delicious nectar poured straight from heaven. For a moment, Umbra weighed absolutely nothing. She lost touch with her physical body when the ecstasy exploded in her chest and sent her spirit rocketing to the stars.

Only for her to come screaming back a moment later and drown in the dirty pleasure of it all. Her cunt was simply too tight to allow much to stay inside her. There wasn’t a millimeter of space left inside her pussy that wasn’t crammed tightly with your throbbing and pumping cock. Thus, whatever her belly couldn’t contain was launched out of her with spiraling spurts of heavy juice. Your alien prick pulsed and bulged with orgasm pumping into your wife, each throb engorging your shaft and spiking the intense delight burning Umbra’s heart. Clung so tightly to you and knit together by marriage, the mare could sense every moment of orgasm. She could feel your pressure, feel the strength of your body operating so naturally inside her. Even though you two were so different and manufactured into such unique shapes, she knew your every motion by heart. The beauty of it all left her still and suckling for breath in the wake of your orgasm, her own a forgotten relic when such desperate times were upon her.

The Queen made your cock into a throne for her enormous ass, the cupping feel of your spread legs just as exciting as the softening rod buried inside her. A quick approach of softness sparked alarm in the dizzy Queen, a warranted fear when you soon were too flaccid to remain within her unreasonably tight confines. Oozing wetness and snotty, sticky passion poured out of her the moment your manhood was forced out and made to bob pathetically in the unforgiving air.

“Whoa baby… holy moly…” You gasped and leaned back into the couch. The experience washed over you like a drug again and again in your mind, pushing out any reasoning powers still left after such an incredible moment. Your wife hooked a hoof against her puffy and oozing snatch to hold every particle of gushing orgasm inside, all the while shaking on her legs and fighting to stay upright.

The draining experience of love made it difficult for her to carry on. Even without a climax to sap every last bit of energy, simply taking you inside her was a labor that often destroyed the mare for an entire day. She recalled many a weekend morning spent breeding in passionate twists of limbs and moans, only for that day to be spent recuperating in the bed and hardly moving until nightfall. Her weak stamina refueled itself on the taste of sex in the air and warmth sloshing about inside her precious flower, pushing the mare to shake off her fatigue and chase after your wilting trunk.

“Hff, hff, hff… hnng… so virile. So powerful. My King is- mmph! My King has been holding back, I see.” She turned around with twitching legs and deep breaths sucking the heavy air past shining teeth. Drool fell from her lips as she guided her snout into your groin, sniffing and prodding at the sticky and creamy cock that would soon make her whole again. A hungry tongue lashed at your underside as it drooped lower and lower, the weight of your shaft soon settling across her snout while Umbra lapped at your half-drained nuts.

“Moving a little fast, aren’t ya Babygirl?” You asked with a slight laugh and a hand running through her mane. Umbra stared at you with piercing and threatening orbs of crimson, all the while drowning in your run-off sex and kissing your jewels.

“Gimme a few minutes. You know-” That foolish protest was cut short by her fangs nipping at your delicate scrotum. Just the gentlest touch of sharpness to your fragile gonads to show that Umbra would have none of your reason or restraint.

“Haahng… I don’t think so.” She growled with bubbling cum frothing at her lips and rivers of sticky white running down her cheeks.

“Your duty is yet to be fulfilled. I can feel it, your Majesty!” Umbra hissed and licked up the length of your cock, her face dragging along and scrubbing it clean with dark fur. You hiccupped and bucked at the almost painful spike in sensation, as the raw flesh and throbbing nerves had yet to calm down and regain proper sensitivity.

“Don’t forget, my King. I am certainly yours.” The mare stopped just as her plush lips met your glans and used the opportunity to lay a sloppy kiss on your pumping tip. It burned like fire straight from your rod to your heart, a line directly feeding you shocking and wild feedback your brain couldn’t possibly process. It was lucky Umbra had such hair, otherwise the crushing grip you had on it might’ve yanked handfuls of mane right out in surprise.

“But you are mine, as well. You are bound by law to give me what I desire, no matter the cost. No matter the burden.”

“UmbraAAH!” Any effort to talk sense was blasted apart by her chomping softly around your manhood and slurping it clean of filth. A hoof casually slid between your thighs to cradle both testes in a comforting, goading manner to churn more seed within them.

“You know what your Queen wants. You know what to do. Make our mark on history, Anonymous.” The mare rested your cock across her face, blotting out an eye and staring right through to your very soul.

“We will make royalty together. Dukes and duchesses and princes and princesses. Or we will die trying.” Every fiber of your being wanted to correct this, as the desire was familiar territory. Once again you faced the impossible task of breeding a mare with alien and incompatible seed. Derpy had miraculously birthed your child some time ago, but how and why was still nothing short of a mystery to all involved. There wasn’t much reason to ask anyway, as your child and wives demanded all your attention and support. But now history repeated itself right in front of you with a stupefied and panting expression drunk of love. Clamoring up your body and sitting in your lap, Umbra was doomed to fight the same uphill battle Derpy had spent years trying to win.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re a King, Anonymous! Yours is a seed stronger than any other mortal stallion’s!” Umbra pressed her ass against your lap once more, grinding your cock between her gushing lips and smashing your endurance with titanic buttocks. Black mountains buried thighs and hips under their embrace, demanding only one thing.

“Umbra-”

“Shhhhhh…” Your wife kissed your cheek, leaving sticky marks along your jaw.

“We will show this damnable world what true breeding is. Right here, right now. I will nurse every last drop from you.” Dark hooves rubbed along your neck and face, stroking and worshipping your appearance as Umbra stared intently into it.

“This room will see a hundred days worth of love in a single night. I want you to give everything to me. I want to be so heavy with your essence that my legs fail.” Noses touched in the intimacy of it all, a squirt of your cum escaping her reddened and enraged cunt.

“Please… ruin me, Anonymous. Look at me not as your mare. Think me nothing more than a vessel for you to release inside again and again and again until it is done!” If you weren’t so hard then and there, you might’ve tried to resist her. There might’ve been some notion of refusal in your heart. But the moment Umbra aggressively guided you back in the fold of her body, there wasn’t anything to be said. Your hands naturally grabbed her ass for leverage and helped her down your spire of firm flesh.

Cream bubbled up and squirt around your filling cock as it plunged into the tight cavern of the sorceress. She gasped and hissed into your face as she stared into you with lurid noises of wet sex echoing her moans. Messy lubrication slipped and gurgled between you both, making for a noisy coupling that every adjacent room could hear with alarming clarity. Umbra had loosened up very slightly from your last entrance, her pink walls inflated with need but allowing a somewhat easier entry inside her. After only a few strokes, your rounded head was punching at her cervix in beckoning knocks. She took you to the root with far less struggle and maddly held on with a crushing pelvic floor.

“Unnng! Augh, Anonymous!” She groaned and bit into your neck out of utter desperation. Umbra spiraled back into a breeding haze of incoherent thoughts as you did your sacred work. Rocking her back and forth and aiding her stiff bounces, a second breeding got well underway within seconds of penetration. She squealed and hummed and moaned the entire way, perhaps orgasming in the midst of your exhausting work. Lifting her was easy, but doing it repeatedly was an intense workout. Your biceps were burning within minutes of bouncing the pony in your lap, any climax miles away after such a catastrophic one just wiped you out. The second filling though was well worth the wait, if Umbra’s flabbergasted and strained expression was any metric to judge. She curled tightly against you and buried her face in your neck whilst another tide of white gushed inside her. The mare was growing heavier in your lap, squishing down with ever so little force added by your fertile addition.

A tremendous effort by any other metric, the second was still not enough. Your heart raced and your muscles ached in a vain plea for rest. The dark Queen refused any sensible pause however, instead laying herself across the couch and spreading thin like melted butter. The plush mound bulging from her groin was completely painted over with white and left a suitably enormous stain on the once inviting and modern furniture. Staring at you and heaving her whimpery breaths, there was no possible way you could deny the wretched unicorn another round. A third mating within the hour when the near-lifeless unicorn pulled your shirt back toward her. Her legs snapped about your body the moment you came in range and snared you into a missionary pounding.

“Again.” Was all she could choke out, her canal so filled with see you couldn’t find the proper hole to enter at first. That breeding lasted far longer than the last two, as your raw manhood was almost bereft of sensation after two deep poundings. Umbra herself was able to reach her peak twice in the hour of sweaty, panting and wild thrusting it took for you to lace her with another batch of stringy cum. That unbroken hour left you drained, burning and sore with exhaustion. You hadn’t mated like that in years, let alone after two equally viscous sessions. Umbra spurted pearly jets in geysers of pressure, her hoofs unable to keep your essence trapped inside when her crushing walls failed to relax. Someone listening in wouldn’t have been blamed if they thought you both were absolutely inebriated and suffocating in a gas leak. Animalistic howls and moans and wheezy breaths communicated just how wild the atmosphere of your room had become. Umbra’s chest rose and fell with such rapidity that it made her rotund belly jiggle and her tongue hang from the corner of her maw. A slow and tired attempt to step from her decimated body away only succeeded in allowing her to move without being seen and throw herself onto your perfectly made bed. She lay on her belly and inadvertently added pressure to her already overwhelmed system, thus you were alerted to her readiness by a rude

“SPLRT!” of hot white human gushing across the floor.

“Again!” She demanded, her voice slurred from orgasmic overload. Laying on her side with thighs pressed together, her myriad of folded, juicy parts melded together into yet another cum-covered puzzle. That breeding failed to even register in your memory as anything more than a blur of thrusts and moans and bites. Burning pain built up so thick in your muscles that falling onto the bed was all you could do after that thinning load of maleness squirt inside of Umbra. It felt like only water had left you that time, all the sperm produced over the last week currently swimming about and trying to find purchase in your new wife. Laying there and gritting your teeth in exasperation, it was only then that you felt he stingy presence of multiple bite wounds scattered up and down your neck and shoulders.

“Again! Nnf-... again!” Umbra whined, crawling across your body with a visibly bulging gut dragging along the blankets. Seed and yellowish mare orgasm stained the sheets with musky spills of heady stink, filling the room and your noses with the overindulgence of two unreasonable maniacs unleashed on one another. The sun set lower in the sky as you mated in a mindless and stupid flurry of breeding. Each lay grew longer and slower as nerve endings failed to recover and muscles became useless bundles of exhausted fiber. Human and pony alike collapsed after hours of breeding only when the darkness of a young evening beckoned the yellow street lights to come to life outside. Pounding hearts slowed during one last sexual tangle, you and Umbra sucking for breath and glued at the chest by excess.

Sweat and cum and drool and all manner of filth made it impossible to escape the grasp of the other, leading to a grinding halt mid-thrust atop the annihilated mattress. Sheets were scattered around, clothes draped across furniture and the room billowing with wet fog from your unending efforts. Laying on top of Umbra with her legs spread around your hips, neither of you were willing to move away from the other when the last bits of life finally left.

“Ung… fuck…” You swore, the very first you had said in years. Arms clenched around the quivering Queen to pull her into your secure and loving body, one she happily embraced and buried her face in. Her butt was a patchy and sopping mess of black fur matted with cum and lips oozing so much that she could be stuck to a wall. She clenched and milked at the air once your softened cock finally fell free from her, the kneading motions of her energetic lips pressing out your unused and alien alabaster like a leaking faucet. Her hooves scraped and pulled at your ribs, calling for aftercare in the blinding heat of two bodies pushed to their limits. You obliged with a kiss below her horn and a bruise forming on your chest from her ring crushing against it for so long.

“Alright… alright. Yeah. I’m done.” You whispered, kissing her ear as she gurgled some incoherent jumble of words into your collar bone.

“Agrrrglgg…” Sweating and panting and riding off the heat of the moment, there was no need for blankets. Umbra didn’t even need pillows when the firm, securing mass of your bicep cushioned her head so perfectly. She disappeared into a realm of touch and blurred perception that focused tightly on the gurgling waves beating the walls of her insides. In her mind, the mare could feel each and every sperm cell dashing for her egg and fighting to sew her with children. Her body was processing and boiling with production, perhaps fighting to fashion a handsome son to carry on the name of King after you. Her muscles were growing weak and diverting all their resources to her womb, maybe helping to craft a gorgeous and brilliant Queen to rival her own prowess in magic. Ideally it was both, giving her twins to best Derpy’s single child back home in Ponyville.

Umbra closed her eyes in peace, knowing that you had done your very best either way. Now it was up to nature and luck to produce her heirs. And with you by her side, she would wait however long it took to get what she wanted.

“I love you, Umbra.” You said with a startling finality to your voice, allowing it to be the very last thing she heard before the best day of her life ended.

Tomorrow, it would all be so different.