Cerise Silhouette Portrait A
When you're born a princess, little is denied you. A fact that Cerise Silhouette tried not to take for granted! She lived in a pyramid that overlooked an arid desert, the interior walls adorned by hieroglyphics, and lit by torches that cast long shadows across corridors that whistled under a breeze. Her bare feet padded over chiseled stone when she crossed to another dim section.
Her skin and fur were charcoal black, the earth pony's reddish-hot pink mane styled into oversized pigtails, and her soulful, saucer-like eyes were similarly colored. Her supple breasts were contained in a top that tied around them, her midriff bared, and her plush bottom adorned by a bikini-style bottom, since many inhabitants from her desert country wore scanty clothes.
All she needed to do was take a look at the guards that shadowed her, the stallions stoic, their barrel chests naked, their lower halves clad in shendyt. The hand-picked mare handmaidens went bare-breasted, shrouded in black transparent silk dresses that trailed to their ankles, and tantalized rather than conceal.
"You don't have to follow me everywhere," she muttered under her breath, unable to escape her entourage, who made certain she never left the pyramid's safe walls after night fell. It often made her feel like a prisoner in her own home.
Her rosey tail swished behind her, a pigtail twirled in a hand. She sang to herself and shimmied down a corridor, wishing she could listen to some music to fill the lonesome silence.
Cerise's Theme, Shadow Sway
She felt like a princess in a fairy tale, trapped in a tower. Able to overlook the land below, but unable to interact with it, from the fears of her royal family that she would come to harm.
Not like her half-brothers, one who'd started a soldier and risen through the ranks, another a traveling merchant. By contrast, her ambitions in life proved mundane. Fun. Delicious food and sweets. A handsome, brave stallion to marry.
Whenever boredom set in, she'd usually take a bath, or practice her dancing, an art she'd taken to from the moment she could walk. The one skill she maintained complete confidence in.
Instead her attention turned to her parents, yet at this hour, she reminded herself they were probably busy! Once her father, King Sombra, had been a terrible tyrant, or so history claimed...but ever since she'd known him, he'd only ever shown her pure love and kindness.
Her birth mother, Pacific Glow, had passed away before she'd even been born, but Queen Inky Rose had cut the baby from her mom's womb to save her, and raised her best friend's child like her own. Her heart fluttered with adoration towards the beautiful couple, Cerise unaware that she was a partial reincarnation of her birth mother, due to Sombra's dark influence.
She started to approach their room, only to pause when she spotted the pair of guards, spears in hand, like statues at the ready. A clear indication that her parents didn't wish to be disturbed, since they likely made sweet love.
Of course they'd always make time for her, but...
"Sister?" She turned to a masculine, if flamboyant voice, one of her half-brothers that wandered over. Ashen Dunes wore robes and rows of scarves, a satchel off one of the dandy's shoulders. Gray-furred, his blonde curls trailed at his neck. "I've acquired a few trifles on my latest trip!" The unicorn's horn lit up, his aura wrapped around his latest acquisitions, which made Cerise's eyes light up when she peered at them.
"Oooh~," she chirped and rifled through them, saucer-eyed. "Is this for me?" Cerise withdrew a virginal white bra and lacy panties to match. "You shouldn't have!" She beamed wider at him.
"Actually, it was meant for mother...but I don't see why not? Supposedly it helps spice up one's lovelife, but who knows?" He shrugged. "I suppose it's best I return to see mother and father tomorrow. I fear it's the same for our brother, dear White Shadow Penumbra?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure he's turned in. He usually sleeps and wakes up early. He's overly responsible...unlike you!" Se teased him with an elbow to the ribs. "Thanks a lot, brother!"
"Don't mention it." Ashen casually waved her aside. "Tell me if it works!" He winked.
"Too bad I don't have a boyfriend," replied Cerise, her cheeks colored a rosy red, one of them decorated by a couple of tiny star markings. "See you later!" She scuttled away with her new prize in tow, curious to see what made these undergarments so special. Sure, they were well-constructed, but otherwise appeared mundane!
Slipping into her room, she secured the door, more of a stone slab that slid out of place and back into position when she read the runes. One of the many mysteries which only the high priestess Somnambula, who'd provided Sombra with his country for his aid, could explain.
Cerise had a typical girly-girl's domain, doused in lots of her favorite color, pink. Perfume wafted around the dancer, her pillows heart-shaped, with rows of stuffed animals set out on display.
She tried not to forget how lucky she was. That she was born into riches, a loving family, and status, while so many were left to aimlessly toil away their lives below. She'd always strived to treat her handmaidens and guards with kindness and fairness, aware she could be in their place.
Yet she couldn't deny a certain annoyance at how her half-brothers always treated her like a baby!
In the dim lighting, she raised her top, her heavy breasts dragged upwards with it, then left to drop with a bounce when they slapped together and wobbled to settle into place. Wide pink nipples topped her tasty tits, already erect and perky under the draft's cool kiss that whistled past her.
She wiggled her wide hips out of her bottom attire, bent slightly when she slid the garment down her pert asscheeks, decorated by cutie marks at her flank that resembled a sweet pink heart, half of it eclipsed by shadow. Her tail hiked and swished once she kicked her clothes aside.
Strolling over to a full body mirror, she took a moment to admire her shapeliness, slightly toned due to her continuous dancing. She laid her palms over her upper chest, traced down over her breasts, her taut stomach, her hips and buttocks, then settled on her thighs, outside a tight labia, touched solely by her delicate fingers...or occasionally a few, simple sex toys.
She let her pigtails down, then secured a hairbrush from her dresser and combed her mane out before the mirror. Her hips and butt swayed to music in her head, a soft hum on her lips when she admired her blossomed anatomy.
Usually she slept naked. Tonight, she took the bra and clasped it into place, afraid it wouldn't fit..only for a surprised coo to escape when it expanded to suit her perfectly. "Oooh~?"
Next she stepped into and slid up the panties, which similarly transmuted to match her...not simply in shape, but went from a virginal white to a hot pink that contrasted her charcoal black fur. Strangest of all, a pleasant warmth rapidly spread across the youthful earth mare's entirety!
Her heart raced, compelled to wander to her bed, where she plopped down with a bounce. Her eyes shut. Breaths slowed. Within moments she drifted off, left to squirm and moan to herself.
"Give it to me...mmph..."
The thin underwear turned translucent, her pokey nipples visible, as were her cameltoe, the slit surrounded by a small wet spot that saturated the crotch area as she writhed and curled her toes. One palm slid up to cup a tit and squeezed it. Another hand traced her heated snatch.
Wet schlicks filled the air, after she buried herself knuckle-deep. Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Unsatisfied, she pushed her free thumb up her asshole, seized her holes down on the intrusions. Curled in a fetal position, she humped into them.
"More...more...please..."
Beset by dreams, Cerise continued to squirm, whine, and blush while she felt herself up, but in her mind's eyes she strolled to the room where her parents awaited. In her fantasies the stallions that usually blocked it at this hour were absent, and the solid stone slid open to admit her.
"D-dear?" Inky Rose drew up a sheet to cover her nakedness, the gothic gray pegasus tall, thin, but well-shaped where it mattered, like a runway model. Braids draped down her slender shoulders when she asked, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Are you unable to sleep?"
"No doubt she's lonely," said Sombra, who clasped his wife's hand under the sheet, his sculpted barrel chest on display. "Perhaps my lovely daughter would like to join us?" He patted the bed, his hand waved to beckon her over.
A moment's hesitation made Cerise pause. Relations between royal bloodlines to keep them pure weren't unusual, if Somnambula was to be believed, yet they were nonetheless taboo.
However, the usually unthinkable idea only made the princess burn white hot to her fertile core!
"Mommy! Daddy!" Cerise crooned with a child-like innocence, whereupon she crawled into bed.
"Think of this like how we sometimes bathe," said Sombra, who gently withdrew the sheet his wife clung to, the nudity of her parents on full display. "Why not make yourself more comfortable?" Her father, sculpted to perfection, crawled to meet the nubile nymph like a predator on the hunt.
Cerise nodded her consent with a hard swallow, her back turned to him so he could undo her bra. Once removed, her black breasts flopped loose.
Next his firm hands traced down her skin, and hooked into the band of her panties, where she raised her pert ass to aid him. He slid the frilled article down and chucked it aside, surrounded by her parents, who drank in her luscious curves.
She sidled between her parents, comforted by the body heat that radiated from their exposed flesh. Their hands brushed her slim shoulders, then sank lower. She sucked in a breath, relaxed her posture, eyes closed after she cooed. Her heart started its rapid race under each stroke.
They peppered her in delicate kisses, Inky's wide plumage wrapped around the trio. "Pacific Glow and I were more than close friends," she reminded her. "I loved her with all my heart."
"I-I know," replied Cerise. From what she recalled, Inky had invited her closest friend to form a herd with Sombra. "Because of that terrible war, she-"
"Shh. That's all history," reassured Sombra, who kissed his daughter on her lips. Her parents were heroes, who'd help save the world in its darkest hour, after its invasion by evil forces. Whatever sins he'd committed were put far behind him.
Gentle yet firm hands treaded down inch-by-inch to savor the fruit of his love. Palms cupped the cutie's buttocks, kneaded and squeezed them.
Cerise leaned into his touch, her titties tended to by Inky, who hefted each tit in a palm. Her lips closed around a nipple, softly suckled at the pink nub while she pinched her other, wide areola.
"I, I love you both so much!" She squeaked at their caresses, submitted to their touch.
Inky's snout popped off a tit it suckled which settled with a bounce, her lips connected by saliva to the nipple, her eyes half-lidded. "We love you too, sweetheart. Let us show you how."
She draped her daughter onto her back, raised one of Cerise's shapely legs and parted her own thighs, as Inky sidled her butt up until their womanly mounds connected. Their puffy pussies kissed in a squelch of their moist lower lips, pink-on-pink connected in a trail of love nectar.
Their hips started to move on their own as mother and daughter scissored, met by lewd squishes each time they impacted, their buns shaken and tits bounced under each thrust. Hands linked and wandered, while Cerise craned her head to meet her father, who knelt by them.
Her father's flared cock draped near her snout, the shaft lined in thick veins, the tip beaded by precum that oozed from his urethra. A swollen set of testicles rested below, lined by fuzzy fur.
She planted coy kisses on his tip, flicked and traced her tongue around it, rewarded by a spat of saltiness that saturated her taste buds. Emboldened, she parted her lips and closed them around the head. He shifted closer, drew deeper into her snout, past his medial ring. After much work, he slid down her throat, small tears in her eye as she strained and took him to the base.
Up-and-down she slid, sultry half-lidded eyes locked with his, saliva trickled down his penis and testicles when she served her ruler directly.
"Yes," he hissed in a baritone voice. "Like that!"
Her head bobbed up-and-down, deepthroated the stud who'd fathered her into this world. She drooled down his dick, over his balls, and continually licked and lapped around his virile tool as it throbbed, dedicated to his pleasure.
His fist tightened around her scalp. Guided her. Growled in appreciation to match her muffled moans while she serviced him. Cerise's and Inky's twats wetly winked, feminine lubricant pooled under asses once the two fertile females fucked.
"I'm close," warned Sombra, yet Cerise refused to withdraw, her face sunk into his crotch as she nuzzled it with a full-face blush, ever the dutiful daughter out to please her pops. She devoured his horsecock. Worshipped it with abandon.
Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes, snarled, and tightened his hold on her skull when he thrust full-force into her face. His cock pulsed in her heated mouthpussy, his flared widened and locked in the bottom of her throat, and he throbbed in fury once volley-after-volley fired.
Gooey cumshots impacted directly down her gullet, and filled her belly, as Cerise's eyes rolled into her head, her face discolored as she threatened to pass out. Still she held fast, his flare withdrawn into her mouth, her cheeks left to balloon when she strained to swallow his load.
The excess burned as it exploded out her nostrils, where spunk bubbled and swiveled from her nose. Gasps rose from her as he exited, and stroked himself off, his daughter's face soaked in more sperm that slapped across it, followed by her tits which heaved as he took aim and marked them. A reminder that her father was the alpha stud when he laid claim to her and his bride.
She chewed on his splooge, which clung to her gums and settled between her teeth, savored it like the most delicious ambrosia she'd ever tasted. Not to be left out, Inky turned Cerise to face her, their maws met by a drawn out kiss, as his messy seed lazily passed between them.
The mares swapped his spunk between them, swished it about, turned to face him as they opened their maws wide and gargled his release. Finally they swallowed it down, eyes narrowed with sly smiles, proud of themselves as their master already swelled back to full erectness.
"A shame you can't make love to both of us at once," said Inky between huffs of her breasts.
"Never underestimate a warlock," answered Sombra with a smirk. His curled horn lit up under the spell he weaved. Grumbling, his shadow parted from him...only to take on substance of its own. "Present yourselves," he commanded with bared teeth, and his mares snapped to obey.
Lowered to all fours, the females crawled to make room on the bed, their heart-shaped asses shaken at the stallion and his shadow. Both studs landed a harsh slap on their asscheeks, met by their feminine squeals, their assmeat marked by angry red handprints to mark them as property.
Their thighs were parted wide, soaked in girl goo that slathered down them each time their snatches winked and sprayed a thin splash of their lust. He breathed in the musk of his lovers with a nostril flared, studied their slimy pink cunts and puckered assholes, free for his use.
His horn shimmered with another spell, as his horsecock split to form a perfect copy. Likewise, his shadow shifted so that it too manifested a second, perfect penis ready to dick them down.
Inky's plume spread to fullness. "Don't tease us! We need you inside us!" Her suspended, pendulous breasts swayed with her squirms, as did Cerise's in anticipation to be penetrated.
The studs lined themselves up, poked and prodded at their clenched fuckholes, until they pressed forward at the same time. Shrill squeals escaped the mares when he split them wide open, settled into the comfy warmth of their tunnels as they dripped down their invaders.
Gradually he let them adjust to his size, their loveholes divided by a thin layer of raw flesh that separated their foalholes and assholes. They blushed harder and cried out in rapture each time he smacked their succulent asses, then slowly started to hump balls deep into them.
"Daddy~," chirped Cerise as he pulled on her pigtails, her tail intertwined with Inky's, her mane reduced to handles like she was merely his bike.
"Give it to us hard daddy," crooned the more mature mare, her own braids yanked by the shadow. "Fuck us into a coma!" Spurred on, he slapped their asses and pounded them harder.
"You're all mine," he bellowed. Whenever I want! Wherever I want! However I want! I could fuck you before my people, and you'd thank me!"
"Oh yes, master! I'd be your whore!" The mature mare openly demeaned herself to help tip him over, surrendered to his fantasies.
"M-me too, daddy! Umph!"
Buttocks wobbled and settled back into place beneath the pair of cocks each time it was driven into them. The mares turned their heads and made out while they were drilled into submission.
Titties rocked below them, manhandled by his palms which cupped and smacked them, drawn taut when he distended them far as he could, their perky nipples violently pinched and twisted.
With each stroke he scraped across their spongy g-spots, battered into their last barrier, his cocktip brushed upwards each time he bludgeoned into their cervices. Girly goo oozed out each cervix, which dilated to invite his thick flare in each time he split his bitches in half.
Finally, a last, brutal thrust mercilessly skewered past the fleshy blockades, as his cocks intruded into their conquered, slimy wombs, his flares left to pummel their slippery cores. They shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure, squirted across their studly conqueror, marked him in musk.
Again-and-again he slammed into them with such force they were pushed forward, faces down atop their arms and asses raised up in complete submission. His bottom bitches, wracked to their center as they were taken, were left to ride out multiple climaxes that made their heads fuzzy.
"Daddy~...oh daddy~...!" Cerise screamed her father's name, crazed and dizzy by his use.
"Don't...stop," demanded Inky, similarly fucked silly as their tongues lolled out, their reddened faces twisted in stupefied euphoria, as their wet slits winked to milk his masculine pillars dry.
Repeatedly clenched by their slutty holes, he slammed in balls deep with a last, ruthless smack across their round, sweaty asses as he snarled between his clenched teeth. His flares poked into their uteri, hosed down by cascade-after-cascade of his dense, slimy seed, no place left untouched.
The claimed bitches ovulated, their eggs left to swim and drawn in a sea of salty spunk, assaulted by a swarm of spermy swimmers ready to knock them up. A surefire conclusion, as thanks to his spell he overfilled their wombs, their bellies swelled out like they were already pregnant. All the while they whorishly moaned, struck dumb by a multitude of orgasms. Neither could mount a defense under the tyrant, abused like stressballs.
Finally the pair started to black out, the air filled by lewd pops after the cocks that filled them exited. Gaped holes dribbled out lava hot spunk, the four pink, well-used orifices overstuffed.
He wiped his shafts on their butts, and with a click of his fingers the shadow vanished. Likewise, his twin shafts became one, the stallion left to cuddle between his mares as he drew them to his side and stroked them as he kissed them. They would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it!
"You've served me well," he announced.
"Mmm...and maybe I'll be a mother once more, soon. Grandmother, even?" Inky poked Cerise's belly, as she draped over to scrutinize her.
Cerise clenched in lust. "Maybe...?"
"I can make sure it takes," said Sombra, horn lit by another spell. A yonic symbol manifested above their successfully seeded submissives.
Uterus-shaped runs shimmered. Ovums were made visible, conquered by sperm that swam in.
"We're all yours." Inky patted Cerise's butt.
Cerise rolled onto her back, where she and Inky rubbed their rounded tummies. Every time they pressed on their midsections, more spunk sputtered from their inflamed slits and anuses.
Lost in their afterglow, comforted and secure in their virile stud's powerful embrace, the dancer embraced her mommy and closed her eyes...
Cerise Silhouette Portrait B
...only to reopen them, where she found herself reclined atop sheets, back in her bedroom.
"Just...a dream?" Covered in a thin layer of perspiration, a warmth continued to rolled across her entire curved form, her sheets absolutely soaked since she'd come at least a dozen times over the hours. No doubt she'd overslept, her cheeks scorched as she stumbled to sit up.
"What the-" Her body rose on its own, her palm touched the rune on her door, and the stone audibly scraped open. The princess huffed, forced to stride with purpose down the hallway.
She passed the bare-chested guards and topless, all but entirely denuded handmaidens, as her bare feet carried her down the labyrinthine pyramid, down to the very bottom where she exited. Immediately, the sun's rays hit her when she headed into the city at the crack of dawn.
Bewitched by an unknown force, she came to a stop in the townsquare amidst a marketplace, the eyes of various stallions and mares curiously drawn to their princess. She raised her arms and started to dance before them, carried by a balletic touch with each practised movement.
Her face contorted in a forced, embarrassed smile, aware that her hard nipples, cameltoe, and most of her buttcheeks were visible. She weaved under the dawn's sun, underneath a pastel sky.
Worse still, the bra and panties took on a life of their own, stuck to her succulent curves, the fabric like a multitude of brutish hands that molested each inch they fondled. Then the silk started to crawl up her ass and slit, Cerise left to quiver and shout obscenities in sheer bliss.
One of her legs lifted, then stretched skywards in a side-split, met by cheers from the mob. The enchanted underwear shifted further, where it bled down her tits, which jiggled when exposed. The supernatural panties slithered from her lower half to meet the top, where it formed into a corset that raised her bust and covered her stomach, but otherwise left her fully exposed.
Her fingers snaked down on their own, brushed over her closed slit before she pried her pussy lips wide open, glistening pink within exposed to the dry air. Her buttcheeks parted when she used her other hand to help wrap her raised foot behind her head, posed in a shameless display.
She chewed on her lower lip, her cunt left to drool a thin slick trail, the various erections of stallions in the crowd visible. Desperate to drive inside her. To fill their princess with their seed. Mares, likewise, had stiffened nipples and wet cunts, their eyes also locked on her royal rump.
"Make way," shouted the pegasus that pushed through the crowd. White Shadow Penumbra, her second half-brother, bore a coat of fur to match his namesake, dressed in a turban and tunic.
"Sister?" Ashen Dunes rushed in near his brother. "That underwear, it-" Yet the brothers found themselves drawn to their half-sister, frozen in place when she started to deftly dance.
Aware she entranced her people, Cerise parted her thighs and slowly sank into the side-splits, her eyes pinned on Penumbra and Ashens, her pretty peach bottom presented before the masses.
Her dance refined to a contortionist level, she twisted and displayed her body in every lewd, submissive form she could think up. Wrapped her feet behind her head, her ass raised, and her snout pushed to meet her lower holes, where she thirstily lapped away at her pussy and asshole.
Her scent and flavor overpowered her senses, drove her mad, her stare focused on her people.
She dove in-and-out, nuzzled her marehood, felt it splash around her maw. Pussy petals pressed about her snout as she drank down her releases. Whatever she missed ran over her rectum, drizzled between her asscrack, puddled below.
Mobs clapped and cheered. Hearts lit her irises.
They loved her! Adored her! And despite the horrific circumstances, her heart fluttered!
Even more so when she spotted Sombra, Inky Rose, and priestess Somnambula make their approach. They approached the raised podium, where Penumbra and Ashen climbed aboard.
She crawled naked on all fours to meet them, let each buttock sway under each swish of her hips. Suspended tits rolled and smacked beneath her.
"Sister," murmured Ashen, who removed his scarves and robes, blonde curls loosed. "You're beautiful! The most beautiful princess ever." The naked unicorn met her snout, fully entranced.
Penumbra, who'd also come to save her, also fell under her spell. The usually stoic pegasus smiled, his turban cast aside, then his cape and tunic, also denuded. White-furred and red-eyed, the half-brothers started to kiss and feel her up. "Let us show you how important you are to us, sis."
"Please," she pleaded, hearts in her eyes. Her fists curled about their shafts, stroked them, felt them impatiently rub at her cheeks and face.
Precum soaked her fur, smeared across her face when they rubbed themselves on her. She breathed in their musk, took both of them into her mouth at once the best she could to warm them up. Flavor and aroma intoxicated her.
Her lips pop free, tethered to their flared tips by a mixture of saliva and pre that dripped on her tits.
"I need you both inside me! Now!"
She pushed Penumbra onto his back, straddled him, his flared cock teased at her drippy entrance. She rubbed his heated dick against her hot, wet slit, teased penetration while Ashen started to mount her from behind, his horsecock poised in wait between her bouncy black buns.
"You teases," she whined like a spoiled brat, saturated them with sweetness as her twat winked to mark the pillars that would ruin her.
They rubbed against her holes, kissed around her neck as they molested her, met by her soft whimpers. From her side eye, she realized Sombra had also fallen under her spell, as he violently tore the scant silky dresses from an equally spellbound Inky and Somnambula.
His shadow split from him as his horn flared, he and his double blessed anew with erect twin cocks. The studs were more like predatory animals once they bent the submissive mares over, Inky and Somnambula mounted then taken like lowly bitches amidst the dusty streets.
"My lord," cooed Somnambula, her curves devoured by the shadow's hands, double-penetrated as her lower holes clenched, divided by thin flesh as she and Inky were stuffed alm,ost painfully full. "It is like...an ancient fertility festival," she mewled between lusty cries.
Her wrists were seized and pulled back, as were Inky's, reduced to fucktoys by their dark master. Asses slapped under thrusts of muscular hips, titties left to bounce as they screamed out in almost religious ecstasy. To further pleasure them and himself, Sombra and his shadow worked another spell, a multitude of scarlet phantom hands summoned to held him out.
These spectral palms distended, kneaded, and squeezed titflesh and assflesh, fingers presented before the mouths of the subjugated mares that suckled on them. Sombra may have risen to a dark hero...but he still felt the need to conquer! To dominate! And thankfully, his closest consorts were more than happy to obey, contented to be his spoils of war, to be used to exhaustion!
Ashen met his brother's eyes from above Cerise with a sly twinkle. "At once, dear brother?"
"At once," replied Penumbra, as the brothers fist-bumped and double-penetrated Cerise at once. She cast back her head and squirted on the spot, split wide open by the male pillars that impaled her to the hilt. She bounced between them, ruthlessly fucked raw from above and below.
The brothers constantly sawed their half-sister between them, raw maremeat spiked like a shishkabob each time their cocks punched into her in fleshy watery slaps, their furred nuts smacked against her mound, unconcerned whether they touched, soaked in her honey.
They pulled on her mane, fought to kiss her, tongues forced down her throat in a display of dominance, consumed by their father's instinctive need to display their prowess.
It soon became a competition, to see which brother could make her scream his name first! Her ass and tits were beaten raw, sawed between them, any pain used to buffer masochistic bliss!
Her orifices closed like a vise around the horsecocks that flared in her, fucked into a stupor, happy to let them ride her like a silly bitch until she buckled. Driven mad by the estrus-induced lust by the corset, she would happily let every last stallion and mare fuck her bareback!
They struggled to breed her deeper. Harder. To make their baby sister scream their names!
Bundled about like they wanted to destroy her, it was contrasted by their nips, kisses, and nuzzles. Buttcheeks were pried open, fertile hips seized.
Both of them pummeled away, driven to be the alpha stud that made her a proper broodmare!
"You're so tight," wheezed Ashen, who made circles with her peach bottom. "Tighter than the ass of the last stallion I fucked," he mused, the bisexual unicorn a connoisseur of hedonism.
"No complaints here either," said Penumbra underneath, his plume wrapped around them, his pinions used to tickle and tease as his sister's snatch drooled down his dick. "Holy shit! I'm-"
"Close? Me too," said Ashen, as they traded another fist-bump, buried themselves balls deep a final time, Penumbra's flare driven beyond Cerise's cervix into the submissive slut's womb.
"Take it bitch!" They yelled in unison, howled and filled her at once, Cerise driven to another climax as her tummy swelled under the loads.
She squirted anew, their releases so dense excess erupted around her stretched fuckholes. Her body went slack, Ashen hunched over her.
The brothers removed themselves, exchanged places, and lifted her up, Ashen poised at her cum-soaked cunny, Penumbra at her creamy rectum. Simultaneously, they shoved back in.
"Mmph..." She wheezed at the fresh penetration.
"You're pussy is divine," muttered Ashen. "Snug, warm, and wet, exactly how a maiden should be." His hands held up her thighs, his flare embedded past her natural barrier when he pushed inward.
"Absolute perfection," agreed Penumbra behind her, his hands under her arms to support her when he nailed her exit hole. "Just like your ass."
He landed possessive pats on her posterior. Molded her cheeks, as Ashen manhandled her titties, the mare supported by the unicorn's aura.
Cerise sweetly nipped and nuzzled at them, the maremeat centered in their sandwich. "Your cocks, too!" Gradually, their hips started to hump. In truth, she never wanted them to withdraw. "Faster! Harder! Fuck me silly~!"
Their bodies smacked her back-and-forth. Ruined her once untouchable holes. Bit her all over.
She screamed every obscenity she knew.
Normally such vulgar words were unthinkable to here. Now, they spilled out naturally!
Another fist-bump, and the boys sheathed themselves in their shared toy. Groans thundered out, her interior impacted by volleys of wads.
She drenched them, fell slack in their hold, comforted with the certainty they adored her. Spunk dripped from her to puddle underneath.
Spurred on by the display, Sombra and his shadow brutalized their bitches further, Inky and Somnambula unable to count the number of times they'd squirted upon the former tyrant. He filled them womb-deep, then popped out and splayed his virile cum all over their bodies.
Cerise huffed, flushed and sweaty, trapped between her slack half-brothers as cum oozed around the still-filled loveholes they had laid claim to. By now gathered people from all over the city descended into a mass orgy, as mares either tore off their clothes or had them torn off by stallions, the market a sea of flesh as everybody started to fuck like crazed animals.
Stallions and mares met in every conceivable combination, with multiple partners, concerned only by their release. But neither did Cerise or her family rest, Sombra and his mares now aboard the raised podium, ready to continue what they'd started until everyone proved fully satisfied.
Time-after-time, Cerise's family made love to her. Cleaned the cocks of her father and brothers, dove into the foalholes of her mother and priestess, nuzzle with her muzzle while she ate them out. Drank down their sloppy releases.
And then the princess was lifted up by them, passed into the crowd, where her people serviced her. Taken by commoners, she was a princess no more, but their equal, ruthlessly tripled-penetrated and harshly fondled from all sides.
Likewise she saw Inky and Somnambula handed around and manhandled, cocks slapped across their faces and stabbed into them, reduced to little more than cumdumpsters by the crazed flock. Sombra and his sons busied themselves with more mares taken from the peasant class.
Every mare became an incubator, there to sate a frenzy of sex-crazed herd of worked up studs.
For a moment she worried her mother and priestess would be hurt, but felt relief to see them shout in celebration, cummed in and on all over, like she too was hosed down and soaked.
Their well-used, well-stretched loveholes were pleasantly sore, insides drowned in cum that sloshed about while thrusts rocked them about the squirt and semen-soaked streets. Evidence of their depravity, spellbound by their royal bitches.
It was like every peasant competed to impregnate the normally untouchable mares! To defile them, knock them up, make them gravid with their spawn as seed saturated their eggs! Those that couldn't have them directly hosed her down, marked them as possessions in cascades of cum.
Others grabbed them by their manes, their snouts pressed to swallow to the crotch one presented cock after another, drenched in precum, saliva, and semen. They swallowed sizable dick-after-dick, choked on them, facefucked by the unruly studs that slapped tits, asses, and cheeks with hands and horsecocks, lines of males impatient to fuck them bareback.
Plundered princess pussy and ravaged royal rectum, stretched to their absolute limits, endured a constant barrage while the sun climbed higher. "Good girl," said one of the men, as their hands reached out to stroke more presented cocks, their palms slick and sticky.
And when that didn't satisfy, some stallions shoved their horsedicks inside the cunts of their bitches at once, shafts rubbed as they split them.
Tears in her eyes, Cerise vomited cum down onto her tits the moment a dick withdrew. "Too full-!"
"Less talking," demanded a man that seized her by the hair. "More sucking!" With a slap of his tool across her face, he skullfucked her with abandon.
Her eyes crossed, almost passed out when she swallowed down an endless row of horsedick.
Inky and Somnambula endured similar treatment, almost like their people wanted to punish the royals, infuriated by past mistakes.
To tame them with their bitch-breakers. Fortunately, lust soon dulled any discomfort.
Cerise winced, shot in the eye by a stray blast of cum. A shaft wiped across her hair and face. Seed matte their fur, drizzled down supple contours.
All she smelled was sex, her nose overpowered. They were offered no rest, as some came for seconds in thirds, all their beaten holes creamed.
Gallons of loads sloshed in stomachs, bloated to such extremes the mares feared they would pop.
It proved too much. Their minds threatened to break under the rapid cavalcade of sensations.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, towards the sunset. Inevitably, Princess Cerise passed out.
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"Wake up! Sister!" Gentle slaps on Cerise's cheek made her stir once her hazed eyes blinked open. Hands shook her back to awareness, as the dandy unicorn stallion's voice called out to her.
"Another...dream...?" She stared up at Ashen Dunes, who hovered over her bed. Thankfully, buried up to her knuckles in herself no more.
"Afraid so. But you're safe now. Well, relatively." Ashen nodded at the bra and panties that clad her. "I'm afraid that underwear may have been, well, cursed?" He shot her a pensive smile.
"I've warned you about the black market," noted Penumbra, who stood nearby, arms folded under his white cape while he leaned on a dresser.
Ashen replied, "Yes, well...no harm done?"
"Nothing permanent," assured Cerise, her face aflame by her transparent undergarments, and worse the drenched sheets below her. Much as she hated to admit it, once she'd swallowed her fears, she'd relished almost every moment of her erotic dreams, much to her unspoken shame!
"Perhaps I can shed some light on this," stated Somnambula at the back, her breasts wrapped by a top that bared her midriff, her lower half adorned by a loin cloth like attire that draped to her ankles. "That set of underwear was once mine. An ancient artifact, cursed by one of my enemies before it was lost. She used it to imprison me in my...perverse fantasies. Perhaps you would prefer a bath, while I explain further?"
Cerise nodded, helped to her feet by her brothers, thankful none of them commented on her compromised position. "Lead the way!"
They headed to the private bath chambers, a spacious room with an echo, where a pool steamed. Sombra and Inky Rose were already bare and settled into the waters. Somnambula was the first to disrobe, followed by Ashen Dunes and Penumbra, their clothes tossed in a pile.
"Wait," warned Somnambula as Cerise started to unhook the bra. "You can remove the cursed clothes...but I am unsure what the consequences will be? At the least, intuition tells me you shall not be harmed. But continue to wear them, and you will surey be stricken by more wet dreams."
"I...I'll take my chances," said Cerise, the bra unhooked...only for her tits to slowly expand to udders as they flopped free of their binds. "O-oh wow! Um..." She was completely content with her usual body, but couldn't deny her curiosity at the sudden expansion of her bust as it bloomed.
Somnambula nodded once. "I believe it draws upon the subconscious of its wearer, to fulfill unspoken desires one would normally never act upon. A view into one's own shadow psyche."
She turned her back on them, aware she spoke from experience. The sphinx had nearly beat her.
What she didn't tell them was the underwear once belonged to a slave girl, had passed hands many times over centuries, and carried the desires of each poor mare that adorned it.
Doubtless that affected Cerise's fantasies, as the princess maintained her innocence. With every new wearer, their dreams proved more perverse.
"Darkness runs in our blood," said Sombra, who fondled Inky's bare ass under the pool, like the insatiable animal he often proved in private.
"But you've always been the most innocent of us," noted Ashen. "Sensuous, yet a maiden. No doubt you'll have many handsome suitors!"
"I've always feared I'd lose myself to that darkness," confessed Penumbra. Out of Sombra's children, he physically resembled him most.
"That won't happen," promised Inky, her nakedness crushed close to Sombra's side as he manhandled her posterior, her own hand slyly snaked down to rub his cock which expanded.
Everyone waded into the pool aside from Cerise, who bent over and peeled down her panties, the asscheeks left to blossom out as they expanded once the silk slipped down each bodacious bun.
By the time she stepped out of her panties, her figure resembled that of an ancient goddess of fertility. She beamed then slipped into the pristine water, surrounded by her loved ones.
Vapors rose around them, Cerise's muscles relaxed when she settled in. Somnambula assured her the transformation would only be temporary...and likewise the terrible estrus it stirred up, since the priestess promised her she would brew a potion to quell it after the bath.
For now the princess sudded up her curves which squelched and dripped with the suds that drizzled down them, brushed over her breasts, stomach, hips, buttocks. Lastly came her marehood, which smoldered with a mild, pleasant heat as she explored her shapeliness.
"Allow me," offered Somnambula, who waded up behind her, she and the princess submerged just past their knees. "Think of me like one of your handmaidens." With that, her pinions and palms started to wash her all over, slippery skin squeezed beneath the sensual somnambulist.
"Ah...oh..." Cerise bit her lower lip to muffle her moans, every inch of her more sensitive than ever, in particular her udders, capped by areola so wide it threatened to overtake the titflesh.
Her tail hiked and she pressed her backside against the priestess, ground into her, lost in a haze of desire. Glazed over eyes saw her mother and father work each other below the waters, despite the mists that rolled through the chamber while she was groped all over.
When Somnambula's delicate hands danced lower, brushed over her mound and her cleft, Cerise's clitoris peeked from its hood, painfully swollen by need. All it took was the briefest touch, and she vocalized her release like a banshee, femcum squirted over her molester.
The darkness in her soul Cerise usually kept buried took momentary hold. From the earth pony's back erupted a pair of bat wings, mutated to a thestral by her father's black arts that he'd unintentionally passed onto his kin, yet she was lost to rapture when she rode out her climax.
"I have you," said Somnambula, who held the princess up once her knees buckled.
Inky Rose's eyes were wide when she asked, "A mutation...?" She felt a hand mash her rump. Until to take the show, she had slid into his lap.
She rubbed her soapy wide ass across his crotch, felt his flare tease her lower holes...until he slipped up her sphincter with a lewd squelch.
"No doubt a remnant of my black arts," mused Sombra with a dark chuckle, when he and his bride subtly fucked, hopeful the miasma would him them. He whispered, "You like it up the ass?"
"Yes," she murmured, since the pressure from his shaft mashed on her cunt when she pushed back.
"Of course you do." He nipped her twitchy ear.
He played with her titties when no one looked their way. Made her squirm and come. His eyes trailed up his beautiful daughter with obvious pride, since despite her innocence, he believed a buried deep part of her took after himself...even more so than his far more ambitious sons did.
Eventually, Inky shifted so that he slipped out, then slid into her velvety tunnel to properly rut her. She pushed back. He drilled upwards.
Fresh spunk pumped into Inky's core, as she rubbed her derriere into his lap, his sharp teeth nipped about her neck. She mutedly creamed his crotch. A reminder of every time he'd knocked his fertile mare up before. Of course they couldn't let this seed take, satisfied with all their children.
"It too shall recede in time," assured Somnambula, whose pinions scooped up water and splashed buckets-wort across the sud-soaked bat mare. "Please relax, my princess."
"How curious," said Ashen, his scruffy chin idly stroked. "The fault is all mine, of course, but I hope some boon will come of this! I paid a small fortune for those cursed items, after all!"
"A reminder of what resides in all of us," surmised Penumbra. "To always keep oneself at bay can be...tiresome. But necessary, unless one becomes...a tyrant," he whispered to himself.
All eyes were back on Cerise, her bulbous breasts left to rise-and-fall in rapidity. The flames in her core hadn't been snuffed out completely, partially smothered by the unspeakably erotic display.
At least her estrus was sated, for the moment, but she knew it would return with a vengeance.
Experimentally she stretched her bat wings, now a thestral, then washed and caressed them. They were akin to a second set of hands, which she used them to help clean every sliver of herself.
She reminded herself that, whatever taboo fantasies she held deep down, Cerise would never sleep with her family under normal circumstances. Her love for them was different!
In truth, the lonely princess idolized those around her. The wise mares and brave stallions, envious and hopeful of the day when she would win a pure-hearted stallion's heart to love her!
Out of the corner of her eye, despite the mists, she saw clearly with new, thestral vision. Inky sank to her knees, her cunny dripped cum, and she serviced her father's horsedick. Inky lapped and licked his seed and her own lubrication clean.
Nor did she spare his testicles, a hand atop Inky's skull, driven to take him all the way down her throat. His shaft visible in his mare's throat, he came anew, rivulets left to escape her nostrils.
Cerise shook her head, uncertain whether it was another idle fantasy. Gaze left to drift over her brothers, their finely built chests, rumps, and stallionhoods, her pussy met by fresh, needy winks. She spun her backside to face them in shame, failed to restrain her dock which hiked her tail, a mare's admittance she needed a stud.
The stallions idly washed themselves, their muscles wiry, Ashen the thinner of the two.
"Let us return to your room," suggested Somnambula, a velvet wing wrapped around her waist. "I shall keep vigil until my potions are brewed, and this mutation inevitably recedes."
"O-okay. I'll see you all later!" With a sweet farewell and wave, Cerise toweled off, then wrapped the towel around her shapeliness, before she followed the similarly clad priestess back to her room, thankful for the swift save.
The priestess carried the underwear with her, which had returned to its usual pristine white.
Back in her bed, their towels were cast aside once Somnambula started to brew the ingredients she'd already left there in preparation when she and Cerise's brothers woke her. "Pretend I am absent," she offered in a whisper. "I understand you must feel a terrible need to touch yourself."
"I-I do," admitted Cerise, her nostrils filled by an acrid stench from vapors in the air, after varied potions were cooked to later be consumed.
A sharp breathed sucked in, she reclined on the sheets, head rested on a heart-shaped pillow. One udder squished below a palm. A free hand sank to her mound, which she lazily brushed.
She teased out her clit. Rubbed her nipples to fullness. Added more wetness to her ruined sheets. Her mewls were soft at first, then became louder, after she relaxed, lost to her fantasies.
A toned stallion invaded her room when she slept. Tore off her sheets, her nubile form exposed to the brute, who wasted no time when he met her mouth and pushed into her twat.
His debonair, chiseled shape remained half-hidden by shadow, her interior reshaped to conform until it suited his perfected size.
Powerless under the stud, whose hands seized her ankles, spread them back to the sides of her head, her ass raised when he pressed womb-deep into her. She cried out, only to have his hand pressed over her mouth as he took her.
He'd flip her over. Take her however he desired, her backdoor penetrated after he seeded her uterus, then he'd make her suck him clean.
Even after he emptied down her throat and all over her face, the conqueror stud still wouldn't be satisfied, as she was lifted up in an iron hold, left to drip on his flare before he impaled her.
Trap in a full nelson, she could only let him use her. Ashamed by the first climax forced on her.
Worse yet were the tender kisses that dotted her.
He teased her. Made it clear he owned her. That he could bind her neck in a collar and leash, parade her own all fours naked before her people, and she would meekly obey his whims.
Hots breaths filled her ears, which flicked in answer. Muscled arms tightened about her thick thighs, pressure on a bladder that threatened to void, her broken maidenhood sacrificed on his tower of masculinity each time her rump wobbled. She panted. Drooled over her tits.
She craned her head back...and saw her father's face. Heard his evil chuckle as he fucked her. Felt razor-like teeth nip his prey's ears and neck.
Somehow, she was more turned on than ever!
Groan freshly drenched in a waterfall of her lust, spattered over her bedroom wall, she made her true desires clear despite her spoken denials.
Spectral hands manipulated her milk factories, her thighs and buttcheeks, which loudly, lewdly slapped with an echo each time he punctured her cervix. Joyful tears masked her as she whined.
"Umph...ooh...no, d-don't...daddy...oh daddy~!"
A wink of her slit squeezed the panties into her birth canal when she came. Her eyelashes flitted when she drifted back to sleep. Only this time Somnambula entered the mare's dream directly.
Cerise found herself in a white, heavenly void.
She sat up and stretched. "Where am I-?"
"Shh. I am here for you." Somnambula approached her within white clouds that started to billow below, both of them naked. "I have many abilities, learned over decades and numerous travels. This is now a shared dream."
Guided by Somnambula, she relaxed with a nod under her tender touch, her leather wings left to drape about her partner. The mares embraced, their maws connected by famished kisses.
Cerise swallowed and whined, "I, um, kinda wanted a handsome stallion to be my first-"
"This is our dream," reminded Somnambula, who brushed her lips. "Your maidenhead will remain intact for whichever stud you let lay claim to it."
"I suppose that's true," replied Cerise, lost in their playful pecks and touches. Dissatisfied after a while, she shifted the priestess above her, until they were in a sixty-nine position, Somnambula's marshmallow soft buns squished about her face.
She inhaled her musk directly from the source, felt her cunt wink and spit up its sweetness, before Somnambula dove into the pussy under her face directly. Cerise kicked her foot in satisfaction, took a moment to admire Somnambula's lower holes, then lapped at them.
Tongues traced around the tight, pink rings of anuses, along slits, alternated as the pink muscles were pushed into the spit-soaked crevices. Cerise used her wings to spread Sommy's asscheeks wide open, whereupon she dove into her sweet, savory snatch like it would prove her last meal.
Their tongues dragged across pink tunnels, wormed and strived to hit every sweet spot, Cerise's snout soon drenched in lovely lubricant. They shoved themselves deep as they were able, licked out the spiderwebs of femcum that threaded their pretty pink, contracted caves.
They pecked and sucked on those sweet holes. Gently trapped pussy lips between their mouths, lapped and pulled on them in amidst chirps.
"You taste wonderful," said Sommy, as her lips smacked at the flavor in her mouth.
"So do you! You're so sweet!" She tittered and nuzzled into the caretaker's cunny.
Eventually Cerise rolled over, her plump rump planted on Sommy's snout while they dove back in. The princess realized this was more than mere recreation, that the priestess used this shared dream to spiritually heal her, in an attempt to help undo the curse. She truly was too kind!
And whenever they squirted, the mare on the receiving end joyfully drank the release down as it washed over them. The aroma of their lust wafted around them, their brains fuzzy.
"There are no limits to a dream," reminded Sommy. "Would you prefer a kinkier touch?"
"Y-yes!" Cerise doubted she would come on such an opportunity again. There was so much she wanted to see and try, usually denied her!
With a thin smile after the pair sat up, Sommy materialized a spotted snake held in her fist, yet rather than a tail, it harbored a head on each end. "Worry not, my sweet, it is tame."
"O-okay." Cerise's heart skipped. Guided onto all fours, the mares pressed themselves ass-to-ass, as the serpent divided itself, still with two heads on each end as it started to coil around their bodies. Their titties were seized, coiled by the rope-like beasts which constrained them.
Then the mares were connected more directly, pussy-to-pussy and asshole-to-asshole, as the scaly snakes slithered into slippery sluts. The invaders twisted inside them, burrowed beyond the cervix into their uteri, where their tongues flicked slimy walls and licked up all their slime.
They howled, their asses mashed while their slickened assmeat impacted under each push. Felt it hit spots Cerise wasn't even aware she had!
Their wings cheerily flapped, shaken and left to drool. "So...much...! Oh, Sommy! I'm...I'll...!"
Sommy commanded, "Let it all out, princess!"
Cerise's mind raced back to her father, the most brave, powerful, dominant stallion she knew, and wondered would she ever find a stud to match?
To tame a wild princess? To make her swollen and heavy with his seed, her tits filled with milk, ready to bear his stallions after he bred her?
She visualized those serpents as his dicks, buried deep into her as they mated her into submission.
"Daddy~!" Her brain all but melted, stricken to her very core. Gushes of love spattered loose.
Snakes popped out of them. Despite that, every raw nerve twitched under an electrical spark.
The next climax made Cerise black out.
She awakened back in her bed, with a worm's eye view of Sommy's beautiful breasts as the mare hovered above her, a potion in hand. "Drink."
"Thanks," she murmured and accepted the uncorked bottle. She swallowed it down, made a sour face at the taste, and reminded herself this was needed to finally break the damn curse.
Somnambula cuddled up beside Cerise to comfort her, spooned her from behind, her plume wrapped around her. She relished the crush of Sommy's bosom on her back, the pointy nipples that poked into her skin, whereupon the out-of-control fire in her core died away.
"Do you feel better, my princess?"
Her cheeks colored more. "I'm, er, still kinda-"
"Horny? Understood." Sommy reached around, one palm used to manipulate a royal titty, another used to spread her open and rub her.
She relaxed under Sommy's kind touch, felt the tension bleed away, as her priestess explored her. She nuzzled her back, made out with her.
Quicker she traced. Circled her scorched mound. Tweaked her nipples and rubbed her posterior.
Her pinions helped her, tickled her all over. Made her writhe and push back into her touches.
"Please! Please-!" Cerise felt the feathers tease her tits, as hands buried knuckle-deep in her cunt and ass, a thumb brushed across her love button.
"Come for me," commanded Sommy in a whisper into her ear, a hypnotic spell to push her over.
Cerise bit her lip. Came a final time. Added more slick sweetness to her already drenched sheets.
"Y-yes....I love it..." Her toes curled. "Mommy...daddy...brothers~!"
Glazed eyes met Sommy's when she directed digits to her snout, sucked on them to taste herself. Her pink lips smacked as she swallowed.
Finally, she relaxed in Somnambula's embrace, her tresses stroked by her caretaker.
Over the next hour, the effects kicked in, as her expansive breasts, hips, and buttocks shrank back to their normal, perfectly proportioned size. Cerise exhaled. She would almost miss them.
Even more the leathery extensions, which retreated into her back, and would not return for years, until her life was at risk and needed them.
The cursed artifacts reminded her there loomed a whole, unknown world out there.
Perhaps she would ask her worldly brothers?
Somnambula rose from the bed, and despite her reservations, clasped the cursed bra around her milky mammaries. Then she slipped into the matched panties, as the underwear turned turquoise. "I have missed these," she confessed.
She shimmied in the accursed articles, then took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Deft, delicate hands traced over her entire shape.
"Yes. I still have it," she murmured, and slowly spun on her heel to admired her backside, too.
"Pleasant dreams!" Cerise's eyes were pinned to the thong-like bottoms that crawled up Sommy's backside when she left with a swish of hips and ass, her tail hiked upwards to present herself.
Surely the priestess would soon be locked in her own wet dreams, until she masturbated herself silly! Hopefully she could handle it on her own!
She wondered, what dreams did Sommy have?
Probably old ones, she decided. A history lost to the world, as the priestess remained secretive.
Somnambula had seen civilizations rise and fall. Loved and lost so many friends and lovers.
It made her a little sad. Was she lonely, too...?
The princess exhaled sharply. No doubt the curse drew on her unspoken desires...and fears. The anxiety that her people were dissatisfied by them. It was her duty to step up and serve them.
"Time to clean up," she said and stood, reminded of why everyone coddled her like a child. She removed wet sheets, covered by stray feathers.
Humming and dancing while she cleaned, within the hour she tidied up without her handmaidens.
She paused to study herself one more time before her mirror, naked and lined by sweat. Her mane remained down, her perfumed tail wrapped about her to brush and tickle her snout.
One day she wouldn't be confined. One day she would be free to travel the lands, to explore beyond the city walls, to see more of the populace her bloodlines were tasked to protect.
Until that day, she would continue to dance.
And dream.
Author's Note
All art within the chapter courtesy of Notaponyperson, used with permission.
Theme music by Shadic Midnight Blitzer.
