From the Ashes

When the interdimensional race of creatures called the Eldritch invaded this Equestria and attacked, most of its population were devastated. But the survivors eventually united, and eliminated the aliens from this world. One that led this resistance was Sombra, former tyrant and practitioner of the dark arts, now a fabled hero that settled into the life of a ruler and fathered a number of children.

One of these was a unicorn named Ashen Dunes. Gray-furred with sandy locks of a mane that came about to his shoulders, he dressed his thin, wirey frame in robes, a number of colorful scarves, and sandals. To expand his family's territory, he traveled the ruins of his world, made deals that sometimes took him to the seedy underbelly of the shanty towns he visited, which included the black market.

Blessed with the comely looks of his father and his mother, Inky Rose, he carried himself with mercurial charm, a sly smile on his snout when he entered the slum. Guards flanked him and his companions at all times, one in particular he was thankful to have aboard on this trip.

White Shadow Penumbra, his brother. A snow-furred pegasus, well-toned and a stallion that had reached the rank of general despite his relative youth, since so many had been lost in the war and order needed to be restored. He wore a turban, tunic, pants, and boots, his muscled arms bared with a hand near a hilt to his sheathed scimitar, his eyes alert. “Will you really be okay? This place-”

“-is more bark than bite, I assure you! Most of these people are just trying to survive,” reassured Ashen. “Nonetheless, I wouldn't wish to leave a fair maiden alone here!” He smiled at the feminine company in their part, which included their mother Inky Rose, and Somnambula, priestess, handmaiden, and concubine to Sombra and Inky Rose by choice, as she helped keep watch over their nation.

The half-sister of the brothers, Cerise Silhouette, beamed back, her hot pink eyes wide and full of wonder, her hair a similar shade and pulled into ringlet-like pigtails to denote her status as princess. The earth pony dancer's fur was charcoal black, toned but shapely, with medium-sized breasts. She wore a top that bared her midriff, a pair of booty shorts, and sandals. “It's hard to believe people live like this!” Her mouth fell, her lips drawn in a line. “Can't we do more to help them?”

“It takes time,” reassured Inky Rose, who stroked the dancer's arm. She wore a thin black silk gown, which emphasized her thin-yet-shapely curves, her lack of underwear obvious from her stiff nipples, which poked into her attire amidst the dusty, sun-beaten streets. “They're not part of our territories, and not everyone is ready to accept our charity. These people have their pride, too.”

“But still...” Cerise draped her head and crossed her arms close to her breast.

Lily Longsocks, one of the guards, rank of lieutenant, and wife of Penumbra pressed close to him, her arms around one of his own. Blue-eyed, with a pinkish-purple mane done in small pigtails, and a milder shade of pink for her fur, the toned mare dressed in a tunic and pants similar to her hubsdand's, albeit with her midriff bared. “Surely we can help out somehow, huh? Come on, think!”

“Perhaps we can raise some money for them here,” added Somnambula, garbed in an even more daring costume, with a scant top that wrapped around each heavy, individual breast, and a loincloth which left much of her lower half on display. “Should you be willing to dance for their entertainment, Cerise?”

Cerise's cheeks blazed red and her heart raced. “I...I'll think about it!”

“I'm sure your mother packed that flamboyant dancer's costume for the occasion,” teased Ashen with a mirthful chuckle, which made Cerise's blush deepen. Public nudity wasn't a taboo in their homeland, so they had all seen each other naked many times. The prince had learned he had an eye for ladies and lads alike, which had helped his aims whenever he played the roles of merchant and politician. He'd charmed and seduced many people onto his side, yet he'd never intended to use or hurt any of them.

“Just make certain she's never placed in danger,” reminded Penumbra, who looked to the guards that flanked them, and the muscled, armored soldiers he'd hand-picked returned a curt nod.

“Of course not! Our dear sister's a treasure,” intoned Ashen with a wink. “Ah! We're almost there.” He swept ahead down the dirty street, past a number of run-down buildings on the verge of collapse. Shadows fell across the area, and wary eyes peeked out from the windows. A few of the onlookers leered at the women, and Penumbra drew his sister close, met their eyes and dared them to try it.

“I am more than equipped to handle them should the worst come,” whispered Somnambula, not only skilled in her own form of magic, but one that befriended the Sphinx and inherited her form, which she could transform into at will. A beautiful, yet fierce titan that could take on a small army.

“Violence should be our last resort,” reasoned Ashen.

“Agreed,” replied Inky. “We want to eventually form an alliance with these people. I can't fully blame them if they distrust Sombra, after his past actions. They don't know him like we do.”

“Mmm~. We know him well indeed,” murmured Somnambula, who playfully cupped and squeezed her queen's pert ass, the supple flesh barely hidden by a thin layer of silk when she kneaded the cheek.

With a perverse leer Inky leaned her ass back into her palm. “A shame Sombra was busy with royal duties. I suppose we'll have to find some other way to pass the lonely nights on our vacation~.”

“Business before pleasure,” reminded Ashen. “Well...perhaps we can have our cake and eat it too?” His robed arm waved at the opulent casino ahead, the main source of this slum's income. A place that welcomes tourists...and often fleeced them for all they had. Bouncers stood like sentinels at the entrance. “I'm afraid weapons aren't allowed, brother, so you'll have to hand them over or wait outside.”

“I don't like this,” confessed Penumbra. “You know slavers roam places like this. A queen, a concubine, and a princess would be perfect targets, left unattended. Are you certain about this...?”

“Life is risk my brother,” chided Ashen with a wave of his index finger.

“That's what I always tell him,” reminded Lily with a titter.

“Then I'll have to trust your judgment,” replied Penumbra. “Mother, sister, Somnambula, take care. We'll be outside, on watch.” He embraced each of them, particularly Cerise.

“Don't worry. I'm not a baby anymore,” she reassured her half-brother.

“I'll look after her,” murmured Ashen, who followed after their half-sister and made his way to the front. He spoke to the bouncers, in his element whenever he had to wheel-and-deal. Then, he reached for a pouch hidden on the belt of his robes, handed the collection of coins over to the bouncer.

With a nod from the bouncer, the sentinels stepped aside and they were allowed in the doors.

A cacophony of colors and music immediately struck them on their entry. Clinks sounded from a series of slot machines, balls rolled across the roulette wheels, bets were called and cards laid out. Most curiously, the male attendants were dressed like butlers, with dress shirts cut in a way that left their bare, toned chests exposed, the women dressed in bunny suits that emphasized their physique.

Cerise said, “I've never seen a place like this!”

“Wonderful, isn't it? Whatever one's heart desires can be found here...for a price,” said Ashen.

Inky Rose cut in. “You bribed that bouncer, didn't you? Well, I trust it's the right call.” She nodded at the bar, took Somnambula's thin hand, and led her to the stools, where they settled in. The gothic mare toyed with one of the braids that fell down her shoulders, leaned forward at the bartender to reveal an excess of cleavage, which threatened to spill completely from her sheer gown as her tits jiggled.

“I would like to sample your more...vintage stock,” added Somnambula, who also draped herself forward on the counter, her bust squeezed between her arms and empahsized. “We have expensive tastes, but worry not, we have the coin for it.” She turned to her queen, met her lips in a drawn-out kiss.

The bartender swallowed, and hurried into the back to secure their drinks.

“Works every time,” mused Inky when their lips withdrew, still connected by strings of spit, their eyes locked and a mild blush on their cheeks in a shared smile. She looked to her daughter, not by blood, but she'd raised Cerise like her own. “It's how Pacific Glow and I used to get our drinks all the time. I miss her.” Her lovely features turned forlorn. “At least she's still kind of around, in a sense.”

“Yes,” reminded Somnambula. “Pacific Glow partially reincarnated into her daughter Cerise, due to Sombra's use of the black arts. Their souls molded and intertwined, became one.”

“But she's her own person,” Inky reminded herself.

“That she is. Ah!” With the bartender's return, she put on her best smile, and leaned forward with Inky,their breasts suspended in a manner that his eye leveled at a slip of Inky's perky pink nipple. They moved in a way that shimmied their tits, the supple flesh left to quiver back-and-forth.

Cerise looked around and whispered, “I feel so underdressed here. Everyone looks so fancy...”

“Thankfully,” reminded Ashen. “Our mother brought lots of extra clothes, should you wish to change! Here, I've even rented a private suite for the family.” He palmed her a key.

“Thanks! But, um, I don't think it's wise to go off alone, so...”

He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I'll escort you! Oh, but I must warn you, on the second floor you may encounter some of the...seedier aspects of this treasure trove. Likely nothing that you haven't already seen in our homeland, but make certain your virgin eyes are prepared for what's ahead!”

“Don't patronize me,” she reminded him with a pout.

“I wouldn't dream of it,” he replied sincerely. Perhaps he, Penumbra, and Inky had always been too protective of Cerise...but after all the death and destruction her parents had seen in the Eldritch War, their psyches were permanently scarred, the desolate expanses of their Equestria a constant reminder.

Indeed, when they climbed to the second floor, the spicier components of the casino soon made themselves known. The bouncers recognized the prince after the word had been passed on, and they moved aside to let the pair through. First, Cerise's eyes turned to saucers when she saw the bunny-suited mares on this floor had reversed their attire, their torsos and abdomens full exposed, breasts and buttocks left to bounce with their movements while they carried trays, but their limbs still clad.

In another spacious room, gamblers played games of a more adult variety. One of which included a ring with a pool of colorful gelatin, where a pair of nude women wrestled for the entertainment of the crowds that bet on them. Stranger still, these two women were human, and Cerise vaguely recognized them from what she'd learned about the Eldritch War. “W-wait, aren't those two...?”

“Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze,” observed Ashen when he, too, paused to watch and stroked his chin in appreciation as more bets were placed. Glistening flesh shimmered under the lights, the limbs of the sisters locked while they pushed and rolled each other over, the eldest sister shapelier, her poofy hair frazzled and stained, in contrast to the middle sister, lithe and athletic, but with perky unmentionables.

“How are they human? Don't people take on a different shape when they cross dimensions?”

“Normally yes,” said Ashen. “But supposedly, Sunset Shimmer used to have a portal to her home dimension before the statue that connected here was destroyed by the Eldritch, and she'd vowed to rebuild it. Perhaps she did, and now travelers can choose their shape on entry? Of course, that's mere speculation, but she informed me that was her eventual aim, once she finished it.”

“She must be crazy smart,” admitted Cerise, a deep blush on her face when she watched the sultry sisters shamelessly wrestle, their soft, pink holes on full display whenever they warred.

“That she is. Another heroine of the Eldritch War. Aha, and with two of the Dazzlings here, no doubt the third one can't be far behind.” Adagio and Aria snarled and pulled each other's hair, landed harsh spanks across tits and asses that made the crowds howl even louder and further raise their bets. Ashen finally said, “Much as I appreciate the lovely view, let's find Sonata Dusk, shall we?”

Cerise nodded and took his hand, but looked over her shoulder at the two naked, beautiful wrestlers while they left, desperate to know who'd win and innocently unaware it was all staged. Well, mostly faked, since their competitive nature meant at times they slipped a little too into their roles!

Here, the gamblers tended to play for higher stakes, limits relaxed to what was legally acceptable in this den of sin. They searched the room, past more denuded bunny babes, who Cerise struggled to meet the eyes of as her face remained colored, while Ashen smiled and nodded at them while they passed. “There Sonata is,” he intoned when he spotted the final sister at a table, cards in hand.

Cerise forced an ambivalent smile. “She's naked, too.”

“To a siren it's their natural state,” he replied. “Plus, it seems the poor maiden already had her pants beat off her.” She nodded to a pile of clothes with the other valuables across the table, as Sonata sweated and desperately searched for a hand that would turn this round around.

“I-I can't watch! I feel so sorry for her,” murmured Cerise.

“She should know the risks here. But it looks like she has little left to bet with...but herself.” Ashen knew prostitution was rampant here, but surely the sisters couldn't be that desperate?

“S-surely she won't...!” Cerise marched forward to intervene.

Ashen shook his head, but moved to support her. He called to the table before his half-sister could speak, “Mind if we butt in? I've had my eye on this lovely lady,” he spoke of Sonata, who nodded at the most voluptuous of the sisters. “And I'm ready to double the bet for her honor's sake!”

One of the players in a slick suit said, “Who is this?”

“That's one of the princes of that nation up north! And there's the princess!”

“Yeah, well the loser here put her body on the line with that last hand! What are they ready to offer?”

Ashen dropped another pouch of coions. “What about this? There's a small fortune here.”

The first stallion considered it. “...nah. I'd prefer a piece of that siren ass. But maybe add in a trade...”

Ashen stepped in front of his half-sister. “I'm afraid she's not on the menu, so look elsewhere.”

Gently, Cerise moved him aside. “I...I won't do dirty stuff with you. But I could dance?” She half-lidded her eyes and smiled, with a sensuous but not overly provocative pose and flutter of lashes.

“You don't have to do this for me,” said Sonata. “I know I've messed up bad this time!”

The two stallions took a moment to confer. Finally, after a shared nod, the first one turned to them. “That pouch of money and a nudie dance from a princess, plus the rest of the pot? You're on!” He spat on his palm and offered it to Ashen, who shook it without compalint. “Get ready to peel those panties!”

Cerise frowned and didn't bother to inform him she hadn't worn any. But she had absolute faith in her half-brother's skills. Ashen took his seat, while Cerise moved to redress Sonata.

“Nuh-uh,” said the first stallion. “I stripped her fair-and-square!”

“Fair's fair,” nodded Sonata. “So beat his sorry butt! I can't take his attitude anymore!” She sidled her wide bottom over to Ashen, and seated herself in his lap, her arms around him. “For luck!”

“Hey,” cried Cerise. “Don't distract him! He needs to concentrate!”

Ashen felt the warmth of her blue buttocks mash upon his crotch, and tented his robes. “It's fine. She could be the Lady Luck I need! But I'd prefer a neutral party to cut the cards and deal.”

An attendant was waved over to do that. Hands were dealt to the pair of players, while everyone else sat out. Ashen put on his best poker face, one hand hooked around Sonata's waist when he studied his hand, the siren's pendulous blue udders mashed into his lean, chiseled chest. Occasionally, she'd shifted her supple posterior on his lap, his robed member pressed upon her taut slit while he made his play.

His arm slid between her titties, sandwiched between the bunched, supple flesh while she tittered and intentionally teased him. Was this part of her ploy, to stir up tension between them and feed herself?

Well, he couldn't exactly blame a siren for her nature!

Cerise also played the cheerleader to support him, and between rounds, she'd occasionally sneak a peek into a suitcase Inky left with Ashen. Searching for an outfit which both fit and suited her, Cerise sucked in a breath when she found the exotic, cursed lingerie her half-brother had once brought home, which after it inflicted Cerise with a series of exotic dreams, and a temporary swell of her breasts, hips, and buttocks, she'd turned over to Somnambula. Her face burned at all the erotic memories.

Something compelled her to slip back into the lacy, partially transparent attire when she studied it, despite how insane she knew that was, her lady bits subtly warm and sticky at the idea. An electrical ripple of warmth passed across her unmentionables, like they anticipated another chance to blossom.

With her medium-sized assets, she was certainly a looker, but she knew any potential stallion of her dreams could desire more! Hastily, she stuffed the underwear back in before madness claimed her!

However, in her mind's eye she could picture the thin lace wrapped around her pinched curves. Like a second layer of smooth skin that conformed to her supple flesh, further emphasized her tasty tits and ass, her taut slit visible, like her wide pink nipples that would painfully poke into the bra.

Ashen cast his opponent a sly smile, as Sonata bounced a little on his lap with a quiver of her ample asscheeks. She directed his currently free palm to squeeze a cheek, which made the stallion across them in a slick suit visibly fume, more determined than ever to beat him, blinded by fury and pride.

“Don't lose Ashy-poo,” cooed Sonata, who stroked his chin. “And you'll have a special treat in store!”

He chuckled with narrowed eyes. “Now, I have to win!” Who'd turn down the chance with a siren, especially a war hero? By now, Sonata squirmed and practically offered him a lap dance, his hard on sandwiched between her blue buns, the front of his robes stained by precum while his barely-contained flare repeatedly traced across her puckered asshole and pliable pussy, both smeared with her lust.

Thankfully, whatever her intentions were, it made his opponent sloppier. Best of five, and Ashen was at two wins to one loss. Curses sounded from the prince when he claimed another round.

Game called, Ashen politely thanked his opponent, who stewed but accepted the loss. Perhaps a round of drinks would help settle the mood? But when he shifted his robes to try and hide his erection when he awkwardly rose, Sonata immediately hopped into his arms, bridal-style.

“I'll show you to my room,” he murmured.

“Oh brother!” Cerise rolled her eyes, and followed them, ready to cut and run after they settled in so the pair could have some privacy. They headed down the hallway, as Sonata kissed Ashen's cheeks.

The prince had never taken a permanent lover. Most mares wanted him for his status and fortune first, while he'd likely be expected by his parents to eventually sire at least one child, so a stallion wouldn't do whenever he wed. Until then, he was free to pursue pleasure and purpose on his own time!

He showed her and Cerise to their suite. “Have fun,” teased Cerise, who hurried away.

He pursed his snout, worried whether she'd be safe on her lonesome as the door shut and locked behind Cerise, but Sonata immediately pulled him into a deep kiss and practically tore the robes of his slim, yet chiseled form. “You don't have to do this,” he told her. “You don't owe me-”

“I want to! A siren needs all kinds of food~,” she moaned, and knelt before him. Peppered in kisses that made wet smacks, his horsecock fully swelled and throbbed, each pulse left to decorate his flared tip, which she noisily slurped up and rubbed across her cheeks in the sluttiest manner she could.

She took him into her lips. Bobbed her head when she slowly took him deeper. When she reached the base, and moved each time she sucked him off, her pendulous udders swayed. She smiled around the cock in her maw, lifted up her titties and bunched them around his shaft while she suckled his flare.

He warned her, “I...I won't last like this!” He wasn't a quick shot, but with her overly lewd demeanor...

Yet this spurred her to redouble her efforts, to rub and squeeze her tits across his tool, where sometimes she would occasionally draw one tit up one side of his shaft while the second brushed down the other side. And all the while, she nursed on his tip, loudly slurped down precum spat into her hot mouth.

He wheezed, “I...I'm about to cum!”

She drew back when he flared, stuck out her tongue, and winced a little when the first, explosive cumshot fired across her stuck out muscle, face, and ponytail. More blasts continued to paint those, Sonata forced to close one eye, and her ample titties, also drenched by virile white hot ropes.

He bathed her in his seed. Marked more. Stained her with his musk.

When he'd decorated her well over a dozen times, she rubbed her face across his horsecock, playfully slapped it across her sultry, flushed features and smeared them with more of his sticky, slimy spunk. She opened her mouth wide to show him his seed, slowly swished and chewed on it to make his still half-erect penis swell back to fulness, which from her shameless display it soon did with a throb.

Finally she swallowed the load in her mouth down and said, “Hope you're not a one-shot pony!”

“Not at all,” he reassured her, thankful his father had been quite the stud. He found himself pushed onto the bed, where he collapsed onto his back and his head hit the pillows, while the horny siren instantly swung a leg to mount and ride the prince. His palms clasped onto her bouncy blue buttocks, which clapped when she started to move, and a moan left her lips when she impaled herself on his cock.

“I...I always wanted to fuck Sombra! But you're the next best stud~!”

He chose to take that as a compliment, even if Penumbra was far more physically like their father. Not that he had much time to think, when she rapidly started to bounce atop him with reckless abandon!

Could he knock up a human? Produce a crossbreed? Well, he had potions in case of that...!

Her udders swayed in his face. Occasionally, he'd take one into his snout, suck on her wide nipples, make her shiver and moan while her pussy squeezed down on him. His palms kneaded her buttcheeks, planted the occasional playful spank on her ass, as she speared herself on him over-and-over.

“Horsecock is the best~,” she kissed, stretched impossibly wide as she bashed his flared tip into her cervix until it was forced to part, and he felt his shaft impact and bend a little when it brushed the slipper walls of her womb, showered in her squirts when her cunt quaked and creamed him.

Already, as her twat and cervix double-teamed his horsecock, squeezed and clenched around his vein-lined shaft, he felt a familiar pressure build in his testicles. He tried to stave it off, but she milked him, drove his thumb into her puckered rectum while he kneaded a heavy buttcheek. “C-close...!”

She pressed her face close to his and met his eyes. “Do it inside!”

“The lady insists!” He hissed and wheezed, felt his wiry muscles lock up before she slammed her ass down on him a final time, his cock buried completely into her womb, which he impacted with another series of messy cumshots, which soon triggered another deluge of squirts from her when her mouth pressed to his snout. She shook in his hold, felt him fondle her while they rode out a shared climax.

Her belly swelled with his spunk, her face, frozen in ecstasy, still masked by much of his last load.

Inevitably, after they finished, she collapsed atop him. He returned her affectionate cuddle, both adorned by a smile. He wouldn't mind putting a ring on her, but knowing a siren she'd just wanted a bit of casual fun and wouldn't want to be tied down. Yet she promised him more, once he was up for it!

Until then, after she slipped into a deep sleep, complete with snores, he tucked her in, took a quick shower, hastily redressed and locked the door behind him when he left. He decided to check up on his family, hopeful that none of them had run into any trouble while he was otherwise occupied...