"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."

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