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.