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                   Cameltoe by Cameltoe                    
                    -by Dr Sharaz Jek-                     
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                         Epilogue                          
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Epilogue
With the tour at an end, Cerise returned home to the pyramid, in the safe confines of her room. She abandoned her cloak, down to her dancer's costume, and set aside her goodie bag which was filled with souvenirs purchased on her trip. Her favorite color pink saturated much of the interior, her bed covered in heart-shaped pillows and a massive plushie shaped like the Sphinx.
"Now I've met the real deal! Never would've thought Sommy took her place!" Settling down for bed, she strolled over to a full-body mirror and studied her reflection. She removed the ribbons to let down her neon pink pigtails, one at a time, where they spilled over her charcoal shoulders in a cascade. Her wide eyes drank herself in, her cheeks and lips lit up by a warm smile.
She hummed to herself and started to weave her foal-bearing hips. Her fingers hooked into the band of her top as she watched her confined breasts jiggle beneath, before she freed her girls and watched her tips drop, the dark-skinned orbs topped by wide, pink nipples. She cast the article aside, shook her titites and watched the hypnotic flesh sway back-and-forth.
She pinched the soft tips, felt them harden under her touch, where she twisted and pulled on them, unable to hold back a moan as she distended her supple titflesh to the limit.
It felt nice...but lacked the intimacy a partner would provide. So she would have to pretend.
She pictured an audience that watched her, hands drifted over her breasts to trace down her sides, to her hips. Her digits hooked into the hem of the bottom garment portion, where she started to sidle it down inch-by-inch, over the curvature of her wide buttocks that were pinched by the piece. She arched her back as her pert ass came into view, followed by the tight slit on her mound, until her cunt was fully revealed and she let the bottom portion fall around her ankles before she kicked it aside. She then took a moment to pose, her nubile nakedness unveiled.
She felt the heat build in her at the imagined audience, everyone looking at her, wanting her. Feeling liberated and powerful, yet exposed and vulnerable, caught in a fight-or-flight response that made the tips of her nipples painfully erect, her inflamed lower lips swollen and wet.
The princess needed release! But somehow she doubted masturbation alone would fulfill her!
Her hand fished into the souvenir sack, and fished out a 'gag gift' Sommy bought for her. A strap on similar to the one used on the Dazzlings, topped by the rigid dragon-styled phallus, thick and pink, the shaft's underside lined in those little nubs that scraped and tickled her insides. Her hips and butt swished on her way over to the Sphinx plushie on her bed.
After a little struggle, she managed to fit the strap on onto the plushie. The princess chewed on her lower lip, pretending this was a lover she'd taken to her private chambers, as she backed away for a moment to admire her work, as her heart raced in anticipation at what she'd do.
She licked her lips, swallowed hard, then lowered herself to all fours. Gradually, the nude princess made her most seductive crawl to the Sphinx, like she was a lover to be seduced. Her pendulous, suspended tits swished back-and-forth, her asscheeks left to shift and roll.
Once she reached the bedside, she pushed the plushie onto its back, crawled atop it, and spread her thighs wide open as she started to mount it, the phallus teased as it rushed over her mound, along her slick snug slit, and between those supple buttcheeks, over her puckered asshole as her nails raked over the plushie's bosom with a drawn-out moan.
"I...I want you," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded and hazed over. "I need you inside me!"
She raised her hips, dropped down, and impaled herself on fake drake dick. Groans wheezed between her clenched teeth, the spiky tip mashed into her cervix as her pink, slippery walls tightened around the intrusion. Gradually she started to swish her hips and ass after she adjusted to its size, the way to split her open and spread her slimy walls to fullness.
She maneuvered herself in different directions, made certain the object dragged and pressed on her spongy g-spot, as the ridges rolled over her swollen, soaked clit, her snatch left to drool its feminine love across the Sphinx's lap as she wildly started to ride the plushie.
She kneaded one of her tits, the free one left to shake and wobble as she bounced up-and-down. Her loose hand reached back and slapped her ass so hard she squeaked and constricted harder.
Schlicks filled her perked ears while she spanked herself, like she was a naughty princess that a powerful stud needed to put in her place!
Finally, she lifted her hips and slammed back down with such force, the fake cock drove her cervix open and cleaved into her womb, where it scraped the back of her uterine walls.
"God~," she hissed and quivered as she came on the spot. Her squirts soaked across the plushie, into the sheets, too lost by euphoria as she rode out her climax to care how she'd explain to the handmaidens about the mess she'd made. Hopefully, Sommy would take care of it!
The strap on's enchantment activated, as it started to vibrate, throb, and fire off into her core. She continued to knead a titty, fondled her ass and sunk her thump up her warm asshole, squeezed down around the flesh as she quaked and creamed herself anew with a lewd shriek.
Finally, she collapsed onto the plush Sphinx and heaved her bosom. Someday, she would find the stallion of her dreams. But for now, she was contented.
As the princess started to drift off, the astral projected nude form of Somnambula materialized behind Cerise and spooned her with a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep well, my princess."

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Chapter 1
Rare was the opportunity to leave the safe confines of her home. Princess Cerise Silhouette leaped at the chance, left in the tender care of the high priestess, Somnambula. The pair of them left the capital of her homeland, out into a sea of dunes that made up the desert.
Underneath the baking afternoon sun, they rode atop a camel bred to carry two riders. Both bounced atop their mount, Somnambula at the front, with her hands at the reins. Occasionally, they would stop to rest in what shade they could find and drink from a canteen.
"Almost there princess," said Somnambula, the pair dressed in hooded tan cloaks.
"I'll be okay," assured Cerise with a wide smile. Unused to travel, her buns were sore, and she rubbed at the charcoal derriere barely contained by her skimpy, two-piece dancer's costume. Soulful, reddish pink eyes went wide to take in the barren expanse, the air visibly warped under heatwaves. Twintails of a mane that matched her eye color were cast back with her hood. She squeaked in wonder. "Say, what's that? Could it really be...?"
She'd heard about mirages, but the oasis surrounded by palm trees proved real. "The spirits guided us here," explained Somnambula to her. "They look upon us favorably, and wish to keep us safe. Come." Stood under the clump of tree's shade, she undid her cloak and allowed it to pool at her bare feet, the priestess also dressed in no more than a scanty two-piece costume.
That too Somnambula undid. A top that already revealed a mass of underboob raised by her hands, her heavy tits lifted, then dropped once fully exposed in a bounce. They smacked and wobbled before they settled, each tit capped by wide, pink areola. Her nipples stiffened under a soft breeze that caressed them, each perky tip lined in a thin slit to produce milk.
Next she bent over, hooked her fingers into the hem of the bottom piece, and wiggled her hips and ass to shimmy out of them. Her plush asscheeks were exposed, the piece drawn down to expose her mound and slit, before the piece slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of her costume, entirely denuded, her plume fully outstretched and flexed.
Dipping her toes into the cool waters, she called over her shoulder, "Come on in, princess. The water's warm." She waded in further, until the pool came up past her knees.
With a hard swallow, Cerise cast aside her cloak, her suppleness hardly contained by a bikini-style outfit that pinched her plush, dark skin, coated in a thin coat of fur. She undid the strings of her top, which allowed her tits to swing free, her bright pink areola already hard. Next came the bottom piece, her soft rump exposed to the tender breeze.
Soon she drifted beside the handmaiden into the bath, a subdued moan released once the liquids enveloped her. Somnambula's wing plucked a bar of soap from her bag, which she wetted and used to lather up Cerise's comely curves. "Oh...oh wow..."
Any tautness in her muscles relaxed, her shapeliness shiny beneath the suds that ran down each contour, sculpted to perfection by her dancing. She closed her eyes and fluttered her lashes, feeling the maternal crush of Sommy's bosom press into her back's curve.
Palms encircled her pendulous breasts, which Sommy massaged in circular, opposite directions. Her moans increased in volume, particularly when the priestess used her thumbs to help knead and pich her erect nipples. She huffed and panted under her expert touch, felt her sex moisten and wink under the pool, her hips and ass pressed back to meet Sommy's crotch, the princess wishful for a day when a noble stud would lay claim to her maidenhood.
A hand released one tit, snak lower down her tummy, until it brushed over her marehood. One finger traced the puffy pussy, over the inflamed, meaty pink lips, up-and-down in slow strokes while she teased at her entrance until a heart-shaped clitoris peeked from its hood.
"T-take me," pleaded Cerise in a needy whimper.
"As you command, my princess." Somnambula splashed her down to wash away the soap, walked her to the sandy shore under the shade, and bent Cerise forward, the princess left to rest on her hands, her succulent rump raised upward before Sommy's snout.
Sommy's hands rested on each buttcheek, then pried the buns wide open, the hot pink of her puckered asshole and slick pussy revealed to her. She took a sniff of her feminine musk with a flare of her nostrils, then planted a pair of tender kisses on her hot rectum and cunt.
Cerise wheezed, winked her sex, and splashed a thin trail of feminine lubricant on Sommy's snout, which would usually coat a stallion's cock to help work it up for imminent penetration. An admittance that she was fertile, and wished to be bred to completion.
A tongue stroked around the rim of her sphincter, traced it in lazy circles, then pressed deep inside and drove her backdoor wide open. Gradually Sommy probed her depths, Cerise left to squirm and whine, her ass pressed back into her servant's snout as she explored her.
The princess dug into the sands, curled her toes, and shamelessly moaned, her buttcheeks kneaded in circles as her ass was ravenously eaten. She winked faster, harder, sprayed more small streams across Sommy's maw that she swallowed down, the excess dripped over her chin. The princess tasted honey-sweet like her voice each time she marked her.
Wanting a more direct taste, Somnambula withdrew. A pouty whine escaped Cerise, replaced by a pitched moan once Sommy dove directly into her royal canal. Her slimy birth canal, prodded and licked clean by the priestess, squeezed around the invasive muscle.
Deep as possible Sommy plunged, her tongue mashed into Cerise's cervix, which gushed girly goo from her slippery womb. She traced her tongue in different directions, poked at her spony g-spot, which made Cerise hump back to meet her servant, desperate for release as she leaked directly into Sommy's mouth. "I'm...I'm so close," she warned her.
Unable to answer with a mouthful of royal pussy, not to mention the rump enclosed around her face when Somnambula snout-fucked her, she used a thumb to rub Cerise's clit while she relentlessly attacked her weak points. Her charcoal ass mashed harder into her face.
"F-fuck...!" Cerise rarely cursed, and certainly not so brazenly, but her walls crashed down, the fire built in her core left to billow after Sommy stoked it with wild abandon. Her pussy winked and squeezed around the maw buried up her cunt, unable to hold back ahymore.
Somnambula closed her eyes and drank down the squirts that flooded her mouth. She thirsted to drink the princess dry, felt her slick, sweet nectar fill her belly with warmth.
Blast-after-blast drenched Sommy's face and tits, fur and curves sticky and soaked by her releases. Her own lower holes clenched in need, particularly her winky cunt.
Cerise's moans died down while she rode out the last of her climax. Finally, Sommy withdrew, maw still connected to the presented pussy by threads of mixed saliva and womanly slickness. "Th-thank you so much, Sommy! That was-"
"Satisfactory?" Somnambula smiled and licked her lips.
"Want me to-"
"Always so thoughtful, my princess. But no, I am content to serve." She embraced Cerise to her bosom once the maiden turned to meet her. "Shall we be on our way?"
"Sure. Just need to clean up and redress!" They took a moment to bathe once more, toweled themselves off, and then redressed before they clambered back onto a camel.
Away from her county, Somnambula was practically her 'Sommy mommy' in place of Inky Rose. Unfortunately she lacked a stand-in for her father on this trip, but with luck she would encounter one of her brothers soon? She couldn't wait to see what Ashen Dunes was up to!
Within the next couple of hours, civilization finally loomed into view.

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Chapter 2
A trip to a local town revealed many wonders to Princess Cerise Silhouette. A marketplace, littered in exotic wares. A number of races that had allied with her parents to help win the war during the invasion. She drank in the sights of the bazaar, thankful for her scanty dancer's costume whose bells jingled with each movement she made, concealed under a plain hooded cloak. Soulful pink eyes darted about as she traced a pouch at her belt.
By contrast Somnambula made few purchases, and appeared perfectly content in the arid environment. Of course, the priestess was used to such travels!
She trailed after Sommy, aware that so some she would be considered an almost priceless prize, that raiders or bandits wouldn't hesitate to capture her, were they able. Yet her father, Sombra, assured her mother Inky Rose that Somnambula had the wits, power, and skill to protect her.
"I did battle alongside them in the Eldritch War," said Somnambula, almost like she could read her mind. "I dread to think what could have happened to you." She'd shared the tale of Cerise's birth, the demise of her birth mother, Pacific Glow at Chrysalis' hands, and how Inky Rose had cut the child from her womb to save her and raised the princess like her own.
"Y-yes. I trust you, Sommy."
The priestess turned and smiled, dressed in her own cloak before a stall. "Wonderful." She placed some bits on the counter with a clink and tried to pass a bottle to her.
Cerise blinked a few times. "What's this-"
Sommy used a cork to pop the top and took a swallow. Instantly, her cheeks visibly burned, her eyes hazy. "Drink," she said and offered the bottle once more.
After a moment's hesitation Cerise wrapped her won lips around the bottle top, and blushed too as she tasted Sommy on the rim as their lipstick mixed. She tipped the bottle back and swallowed it down, coughing as it burned on the way down, a mixture of heated spice and sweetness that settled in her belly. Her afire cheeks lit further, her vision blurred.
"Mmm. Perhaps too much for an ameteur," teased Sommy, who reclaimed the half-emptied bottle. "How do you feel, my princess? Do you feel...?"
"H-hot all over. But not in a bad way!" Cerise hiccuped, as the flow of heat slowly spread throughout her entire, supple form. She cast off her cloak with a jingle of tiny bells, her small bikini-like top and bottoms exposed under the blaze of the sun to the onlookers.
"Maybe you should slow down-"
"Nah, I'm fine! *hiccup*" Cerise beamed winder, raised her arms skyward, and closed her eyes while she started to shimmy her hips, breasts, and buttocks. Unaware she was the partial reincarnation of Pacific Glow, her mother's soul permanently intertwined with her own due to Sombra's sorcery when he saved the baby from death, she was blessed with all her charms.
Heavy but not oversized breasts. Foal-bearing hips, thighs, and plush buttocks that formed a heart-shape, made to be bred for the stallion stud that proved so lucky to win her heart.
The princess couldn't hold her liquor, as she rarely drank a drop, and on the rare occasions she had it was for social functions. She'd never acquired a taste for most drinks, but Sommy had 'wisely' chosen a sweet drink to help it wash down and loosen her up for the day ahead.
Mobs gathered to watch her dance, and with a heave of her shoulders and a clipped smile, Somnambula cast off her own cloak and danced beside her. Pretty soon, the pair synchronized their movements and weaved in tandem, met by cheers, whistles, and claps.
MUsic filled the bazaar from a number of musicians, a fast-paced but sensuous piece. Jars popped open and snakes rose to hiss as they danced too, entranced by the lovely pair.
Cerise's heart raced. She felt bolder, wilder by the moment. Her reddish-pink pigtails were let down, her mane cast over her shoulders to let it spill free in the heated air. Perspiration rolled down her nubile curves, left to shimmer under the sun's rays as she sensually sashayed.
The dancers reached behind their backs, undid their tops, and let them fall free. Bared breasts were unleashed with a bounce, their wide nipples perky when they kissed the air. Their pendulous tits swayed with each arc of their bosoms, made to swing and slap into each other.
Next, both of them bent over with a shake of their peachy asses, to the point where they could touch their toes. Fingers hooked into the hem of their lower costumes, gradually drew them down, their bare buttocks exposed inch-by-inch, followed by their womanly mounds, decorated by snug slits that any stud would be happy to bury themselves in. They stepped out of their attire, kicked and tossed them aside, both mares fully bared to their entranced audience.
Lost in the moment, Cerise and Somnambula turned to each other, as their snouts met and their lips locked. Their palms wandered freely to trace, squeeze, and knead exposed flesh, savored the touch and heft wherever they trailed as they explored their partner.
Cerise whispered, "I-I want you..."
"Say no more, my princess." Somnambula temporarily broke away from her to take a bow, scooped up their clothes, and unfurled her plume to its full width. There were cries of disappointment when the priestess swooped up the princess and took to the sky.
They didn't travel far, to an open window on the top floor of a local hotel. Somnambula landed on the balcony, raced past the sheer silk curtains, and into the shaded bedroom. Playfully, she tossed the princess onto the bed with a bounce and tittered before she pounced on her.
"Want to know my secret, princess?" Met by a nod, Sommy concentrated and vanished in a flash of illumination...simply to be replaced by a Sphinx version of herself.
"Wha-wha..."
"Guardian of the desert. My oldest, most ancient friend, the Sphinx. She was once a mare like me, before she ascended to this form, and sacrificed herself to help stop the invasion. Yet she passed that power and responsibility onto me," explained the cat-like mare above her.
"But...but isn't the Sphinx supposed to be a titan...?"
Sommy tittered. "I can alter my size at will and tower over a pyramid...albeit, such an effort would quickly tax me. Thus, I usually release this power only when necessary."
"But now....?"
"I want to show you the full extent of my love, my princess~!" The Sphinx licked her chops and practically salivated over the charcoal earth mare pinned on the bedsheets under her. Predatory instincts kicked in, barely able to see her as more than a tasty, sexy piece of meat.
Yet she would never harm her princess. No, she would make her love and loyalty clear!
Her paws closed around Cerise's ankles and pulled them up around the sides of the princess' head. She spread her thighs open, mashed her pink petals to princess pussy, and shared a moan when their moist, inflamed flowers met in a wet, sticky schlick as their swollen clits kissed.
"I will ride you until the sun fully sets~," swore Sommy with sex-crazed eyes.
"Y-yes! Please~!" Cerise wrapped her arms around her back, tickled by the feathers of her plumage which shot out to fullness. Ground under the shapely yet muscular hips of the Sphinx, lewd noises echoed across the room as their titties mashed and their snouts connected.
*schlick schlick schlick*
The bed creaked as the Sphinx humped her prey into submission. Glistening love buds shaped like tiny hearts rubbed and flicked under the pressure, a mixture of feminine lubricant left to drool from their snatches and dripped over Cerise's cute, puckered asshole.
Their titties slapped and squished, perky pink nipples left to rub and kiss. On occasion, the Sphinx would withdraw from her lips, down to Cerise's chest, where she would lick lazy circles around her areola, take them into her mouth and suckle while she distended them between her teeth. Cerise whined and arced her breast to meet her touch, wetter and more desperate.
*pound pound pound*
Joyous tears filled Cerise's eyes. "I-I'm so close, Sommy! So close~!"
Growls escaped from the bottom of Somnambula's drawn taut belly. She drove her muscled hips harder, with such force the bed shattered with a crack. "Come for me, my princess!"
That command broke Cerise's dam. Her lower holes clenched up, her toes curled, and her nails bit into the Sphinx's back. Finally, the first flood of her squirts washed over herr lover's cunt.
The Sphinx rubbed her mound into Cerise's, as her own twat released its honeyed, feminine cascade. They came upon each other, soaked the bed as a pool of their love drenched below Cerise's shapely ass. They continued to moan, feel each other up, and make out all the while.
*squirt squirt squirt*
Their tongues wrestled amidst a series of long, drawn out orgasms, helped by the alcohol that had loosened the lovers up and helped the blood flow. Cerise rolled her over in the middle of their third shared climax, rode her cunt like a bitch in heat while the pair of them screamed.
The Sphinx cast back her head in a shrill, euphoric cry, certain that were there windows here she would have sharttered them. Not that she could think much in her current predicament!
Overwhelmed by the princess, who swirled her hips as she mashed their muffs and continually rode her as the sun started to set, there was another flash as she reverted back to Somnambula. Wet smacks continually sounded as her movements slowed, their mixed secretions now left to slide between the crack of Sommy's ass, over her puffy asshole.
"That was...wow..." Cerise's sweaty tits heaved as she huffed, still straddled atop her lover.
Somnambula's own melons rose-and-fell under her. She reached up and caressed her cheek. "There's more to come, my princess. A whole land of mysteries for me to show you." Her free hand reached back and landed a tender, playful swat on Cerise's black-furred ass.
Neither bothered to redress when Somnambula ordered dinner that was delivered and left outside the room with a quiet knock. The pair sat at a table and relished a variety of expensive, rich foods and desserts, aware that their near bottomless purses would cover any expenses.
After they finished their meal and left the dishes on the tray outside their room, the two of them shared a steamy, perfumed bath to help relax their muscles before bed. The princess relaxed under the priestess' touch as she washed her hot pink mane and tail to bathe her.
Once the next day broke, Somnambula promised to show her even more...

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Chapter 3
A pt on her bare ass woke Princess Cerise Silhouette up. She and Somnambula took a short bath, wolfed down breakfast, and dressed for the day ahead. A sizable tip was left for the hotel after they had broken the bed in the throes of passion, Cerise's face aflame at the memory.
This time, the two of them headed to the black market on the outskirts of town. A place where dubious trades took place constantly, where one of her brothers, Ashen Dunes, had purchased that cursed pair of bra and panties that afflicted the wearer with intense, erotic dreams.
Somnambula had reclaimed the accursed items and often wore them, driven to such euphoria when she slept that she would often repeatedly come herself in the midst of her slumber.
Cerise had woken to find herself spooned by Sommy, relaxed under deft hands that had pinched her nipples, fondled her breasts and buttocks, traced and penetrated her slit in the middle of her sleep. She had whined and accepted her delicate touch, pushed over the brink.
What could the priestess possibly show her that was beyond what they'd already seen...?
In a flash, Somnambula transformed into a Sphinx. "Mount me," she teased and sat on her haunches. The princess snickered and climbed aboard the Sphinx's back, more massive than when they'd made love. "Why did we need the camel before, if you could do this?"
"I couldn't maintain this form the entire trip," she explained as her wingspan unfurled and started to beat when they took skyward. "Hold on tight, my princess." Cerise leaned forward to maintain her balance, her palms left to brush over the Sphinx's bared, milky udders.
Instinctively she took a tender squeeze of her motherly mammaries, felt the marshmallow titflesh pinch under her touch. Reluctantly, she slid her hands down to hold onto her stomach.
They cast a shadow when the duo swept ovcer the town, towards the shadowy marketplace.
Cerise swallowed when they passed the stalls below. Guns and crude explosives were openly sold by shady vendors. Most of the buyers wore masks, cloaks, and hoods. Drugs were also sold and traded. But what worried her most of all were the slaves that were traded in the open.
Most of them were mares, but there were also a number of stallions, each denuded save for some that were decorated in jewelry, which included piercings that adorned their genitals. No doubt they would love to capture a pretty princess and purchase her priceless pink pussy!
The Sphinx landed behind a building shrouded in black. After they touched down and Cerise dismounted, Somnambula changed back and approached the lone bouncer at the back. A heavy sack of coins clinked into his palm, and he stepped aside to allow them inside.
Cerise swallowed once they stepped into the darkness, the hallway lit by a sheen of fuschia, her nostrils filled by a mixture of vibrant perfumes. "Where are we-"
"Worry not, you're always safe with me," reassured Sommy, who took her hand. "I rented a private room for us and paid for a show. One I hear your merchant brother is fond of."
Cerise quirked an eyebrow. "Ashen Dunes come here often...?" She didn't have time to question her further, as the couple arrived in a spacious room with two side-by-side chairs.
They took their seats in the silence and waited, their hands still locked.
A colorful, sparkly miasma started to roll about the interior at their feet. A neon luminescence pierced the veil of darkness, to reveal three feminine silhouettes lined up before them.
A sensuous, harmonized song crooned from the three females. The one in the center, Adagio Dazzle, stepped forward first, her arms spread wide. Her tall, well-sculpted form was clad in no more than a slim bikini-style costume, even scantier than Cerise's own.
The siren resembled a typical mare on land, save for fin-like ears and slits on one side of her stomach which helped her breathe underwater. She and her sisters were once villains in the invasion turned heroines, who helped Cerise's parents drive away the alien invaders.
Next came Aria to her left, also tall, but thin and athletic, her nubile body trim in a scant costume to match the oldest sister. Lastly came Sonata, easily the most voluptuous of the threesome, her own scanty costume barely able to contain those breedable buns and udders.
"Welcome to the show~. Mmm~," teased Adagio in a drawn out, sultry voice.
"So this is the birthday bitch," added Aria, who traced Cerise's lips with a finger.
"I'm not sure she wants to be talked to like that," said Sonata, who circled behind the princess and rested her barely concealed milkers on Cerise's back. "What's your wish, mistress?"
"W-well..." Swallowing hard, Cerise had to admit the legends of their beauty couldn't do them justice. She doubted the straightest mare in the world wouldn't be drawn to their unnatural charm. Especially when she felt the heat radiate from them, and inhaled their musk.
Not to mention her birthday was still a ways off! Sommy was too kind!
The sisters shared a look and smile. "Just tell us what you'd like, and we'll do it," said the trio in unison, since Somnambula had paid a small fortune to 'rent' them for the entire day.
As heroines of the Eldritch War, money wasn't a problem for them, yet still the sisters yearned for more. Plus, they had learned to draw sustenance from their entranced audiences. Not in any way that would harm them, but also left the sirens overwhelmed by shared euphoria.
Music filled the interior when they resumed their siren's song. Their dance started slow, a swish of their hips, breasts, and buttocks, which picked up pace bit-by-bit. Cerise and Somnambula were unable to tear their eyes away, perfectly captivated by the supernatural sisters.
At the end of the first 'track', all three of them undid their tops and freed their titties, Sonata's in particular left to wobble and clap as they settled, much to Aria's visible envy. Nonetheless she shook her smaller but still perky handfuls beside her sisters in the faces of their audience.
They made circles around their watchers like sharks that circled their prey, thirsty for blood, and rubbed their tits and nipples across them. By the time the next piece of music ended, they bent over, their asses thrust into their faces, and peeled down the bottom halves of their outfits.
Once the pieces pooled at their ankles, they kicked them off and aside, their nakedness fully unveiled to them. "LIke what you see~? Perhaps you'd like to free yourselves, too~?"
They surrounded Cerise and Somnambula, then started to undress them too. Quickly, clothes were removed and discarded. The eldest sister licked her lips. "Ooh, the princess is lovely!"
"So's this one," added Sonata, the most youthful of the three. "Perfect nipple placement!"
"Bare snatches too," said Aria more crudely than her sisters, as she dared to trace Cerise's already moist and flushed full slit, where she threatened to invade her velvet folds. Instead she scooped up a spiderweb of liquid love on her tips and lazily licked them clean. "Delicious!"
Gently she was pushed aside by Sonata, who turned her back to the princess when she settled into her lap. Her wide blue ass started to swirl atop her, as she took Cerise's hands and directed them to fondle her milky cow udders. "Like that babe," she wheezed amidst her lapdance.
Cerise's own breasts were peppered in tender bites and kisses by Aria, while Adagio straddled Somnambula face-to-face and breasts-to-breasts as she playfully rode her with a low moan.
"Tell us how we can better pleasure you," offered the eldest siren. "Maybe like your brother?"
Sonata cut in, "But neither of them have dicks! We could use a potion-"
Cerise shook her head between pants. "No, this is fine! I mean, I'm sometimes curious what it would be like to have a penis, at least for a while, but I love my kitty!" She could feel the heat build in her loins, so enraptured by the threesome she threatened to come on the spot.
Yet before she could, they traded partners, as the lapdance continued. It became a fleshy version of musical chairs with each track, as Aria also took her turn to ride them and let them feel her up too, albeit with more brutishness than the playful Sonata or sensual Adagio.
Finally, the sisters dismounted, Cerise and Somnambula left to huff. They were worked up but far from satisfied, as Somnambula pulled the eldest sister close and whispered in her ear.
"Hmmm, color me interested. Yes, we'd be happy to help fulfill a fantasy." Adagio sashayed her naked hips and buttocks on her way over to Somnambula's rutsack and fished out her tools.
Cerise accepted the item. "What's this?" It resembled a belt with straps, however on closer inspection her blush deepened, a portion of it topped by a pair of false cocks.
"A strap on," noted Aria. "But not like any I've seen!"
"It was based on the Dragon Lord," mused Somnambula, who traced the thick twin pillars lined in ridges. "Rumor has it Spike's equipment has pleased hundreds of mares. Hardly a surprise, with the harem he built amidst the Eldritch War. A wizard crafted this in his honor."
Aria folded her arms, lips drawn in skepticism. "So he has two titanic dicks? So what?"
"Well, there are these little bumps..." Sonata snickered and traced them. "I've heard they can hit all kinds of sweet spots! It's supposed to help open up your cervix to take his seed!"
"Sounds kinky," said Adagio, as she gestured to her sisters, met by their nods. Sonata went to all fours in the room's center, her sizable ass directed to their audience. Adagio came next, as she swung a leg over Sonata's back to straddle her. Lastly came Aria, who mounted the eldest of the troika to form a fleshy, fertile feminine tower, poised to be taken by the two mares.
Somnambula, who had already slipped into her strap on, helped Cerise into her own. The princess squeaked in surprise when the 'costume' settled, surprised to learn they were built to fill their own lower holes, which split wide open as they were spread to take the dildo-like protrusions on the inside. She moaned and clenched reflexively around them.
"This will be an awkward fit," warned Sommy, only to have her ass spanked to send her forward. She flushed in surprise at the princess, yet trundled onward.
Somnambula took a moment to lube up the strap on, as did Cerise, before she lined up with Adagio and pushed her hips forward to ease herself in. The tips drove open the siren's asshole and pussy with a lewd squelch, a moment taken to let it settle as she fully sheathed in her.
The siren moaned, as the feathered tips of Sommy's plume directed themselves to Aria mounted atop her, and spread her purple puss and plot wide open to leave those delicious lower holes exposed. Immediately, she started to lick, trace, and probe her canals.
Behind Somnambula, she felt the princess knead her buttocks as Cerise lined up with Sonata's own fuckholes and also split her open, the false drake cocks separated only by a thin layer of tissue between Sonata's asshole and cunt when she filled her to the absolute depths.
A yelp escaped Cerise, who bit her bottom lip. What she also hadn't known was that these strap ons had various enchantments placed on them. She could feel every inch of the ass and pussy she claimed like she had cocks of her own, yet also felt her own lower holes filled to the brim.
Her hips moved on their own, in tandem with Sommy's, driven by an unfamiliar instinct to breed them like the fertile bitches they were. She moaned and thrust, felt the double dicks throb and pulse like they were her own, determined to deliver a payload into their slippery wombs.
They were met by moans and the wet slap of raw flesh as the pair dominated their asses. It wasn't like the spoiled princess to rake command, yet the strap ons made her feel more dominant! No doubt Ashen Dunes had repeatedly railed the three sisters into submission!
Sommy craned her head back as she paused her feast on Aria's clenched, saliva-soaked holes, and whispered, "There's another enchantment on these. These phalluses can cum."
"C-cum? But...but..." Cerise shivered in dread, yet couldn't halt the blur of her hips.
"Worry not. The seed may resemble the real deal, but cannot take," assured Sommy, the' sperm' that would be launched from the tips little more than arcane ether.
"Do it you bitch," demanded Aria. "Shoot your loads inside my sisters!"
"Jealous?" Adagio chuckled between her own drawn out moans. Nonetheless, she clamped down on and milked the cocks buried inside her, as did Sonata while they were fucked raw. Their asscheeks calpped each time they were skewered, impaled on flesh-like pillars.
They whined and drooled as two of them were screwed, while Sommy made an all-you-can-eat buffet of Aria's spit-soaked rectum and slimy snatch, which dripped into her maw as it was devoured, its taste and texture savored each time her mouth muscle proped her womanly walls. Aria quaked and cursed out her ecstasy, the first to come directly into her mouth.
Squirts drenched Sommy's chin and tits. Gritted teeth wheeze out Sommy's own climatic chorus as she sank 'balls deep' in Adagio, the 'flesh spears' left to pulse and unleash an impossibly sized load into her funholes. Blast-after-blast of draconic loads impacted her warm, wet walls.
The force of impact made Adagio come too, her squirts left to wash over the priestess' already Aria nectar stained tits and crotch. One of Cerise's palms squeezed around Sommy's tits, another on her asscheek, as she also thrust to the hilt and fired off into Sonata.
Sonata's sphincter and pink taco constricted around the sheathed skewers, also pushed beyond the rim as her feminine flood washed over the princess, she and Sommy also lost in the throes of a male's and female's climax at the same time, all the way down to their filled assholes.
Brains busted by ecstasy, at least momentarily, the flesh tower topple as the fake cocks popped free. Gaped wide orifices churned with cum that spattered from them, connected by trails of their love nectar and more ribbons of spunk as Sommy and Cerise continue to unloaded alkl over the sweaty, exhausted mess of sisters and each other in stray blasts of semen.
"God," wheezed Cerise, as she continued to bukkake the downed sisters. "I-I can't-"
"Ride it out," called Somnambula, who also swayed on her feet while she continued to 'cum' with her. A drake could easily seed a couple dozen females in a day. The enchantment allowed the wearers to experience that, as they all but drowned the sisters in thick dollops of spunk.
Once spent, the strap ons disappeared. Cerise and Sommy slipped on the splooge and landed on their bare butts with a thump, where they shared a bout of laughter as they rode out the last, electrical sensation of a climax that dwindled. Cerise asked, "are they-?"
"Just asleep," assured Somnambula, who made certain the unconscious sirens were positions so they didn't drown in spunk. Thankfully, the false seed would dissipate within an hour. She drew her to her bosom and kissed her. "Happy birthday, my lovely princess."