From the Ashes

Time wore on at the casino, until day started to bleed into the night. Ashen Dunes and his friends found themselves in various misadventures while they explored the building, which included lots of rich foods and drinks to tide them over between games. Fortunately, they had deep pockets to pull from, as the desert prince helped to multiply the royal coffers many times over before their vacation ended.

Of course, he'd claimed one of the best prizes of all! Sonata Dusk, a lovely siren, who intertwined a slender arm with his own when they strolled the halls, the unicorn back in his merchant robes, his human in appearance (aside from her blue skin!) adorned by a scant cocktail dress, sans underwear.

When they reached the bar downstairs, his mother smirked slyly at them with a wink. Inky Rose teased, “I see my son's picked up some army candy. How nice to see you, Miss Sonata Dusk.”

“Nice to see you too!” Sonata beamed and waved at the more mature mare seated on a stool.

Somnambula also shifted on her still, also with a drink in hand, and like the motherly mare, her also expansive breasts shifted in the scant top that barely contained them, the royal priestess so scantily clad her perky nipples poked into the thin fabric. “What a fortuitous reunion. Almost like it was fated.”

“Like my mother, I'm a romantic. I don't believe this is a coincidence,” said Ashen.

Sonata said, “So it's destiny that led us here? Hmm, I don't think I'm ready to settle down with anyone.” She leaned closer and crushed her soft breasts into his side when she whispered, “But until this trip's over, I'm all yours~.” Guiding one of his hands, she slipped his palm under the slit in the side of her black dress, until he cupped a round, bare blue buttock underneath, which he playfully squeezed.

With a hiccup and a dark blush on Inky's face she admitted, “I think we've drank too much.”

“No worries,” said Somnambula. “I have special concoctions that will neutralize drunkenness.” Nonetheless, the two mares rose from their stools, with more sizable sways from their ample busts.

Inky asked, “Mind if we come? You're on your way to see your sisters, aren't you?”

“Yep! And sure, they'd love to catch up!” Sonata practically pulled the prince ahead by the arm, and kept his palm pinned around the plush buttfelsh he squeezed, while she directed his other free hand beneath the top of her dark dress to similarly fondle a heavy breast he felt fill his palm, topped by a pert nipple bud which poked into his skin. His robes shifted, thankful they mostly hid his erection.

Not that the casino appeared to care. Be it due to their riches, the status of their royalty, reputation as war heroes, or simply the loose restrictions here, at mose they received some hungry leers when they ascended the stairs, and Sonata started to undo her dress, until she pulled it to drape on her free arm, her other voluminous titty left to sway in the open cool air as she fully bared herself to the world.

“My sisters and I do this all the time here~,” she explained. “Sirens usually don't bother with clothes! This is our natural state, after all!” He explored her flesh as they walked, the sides of her stomach covered by slits to help her breath underwater. Her taut pussy constricted as she moaned from his touch, while titters sounded from the pair of half-drunken mares that stumbled a little beside them.

Soon, they arrived back in the private section of the casino, where any unspoken restrictions were even looser. Gathered crowds whistled, cheered, and placed bets on another match which played out ahead.

Sonata's siren sisters wrestled in the pool ahead, in the buff and oiled up, which made their slippery, shiny contours stand out under the illumination. “Woohoo! Go for it!” She cheerily punched the air. Her dress discarded into a pile of clothes nearby. “Hey, isn't that your brother and his wife?”

Ashen widened his eyes in surprise. “It is! Penumbra, Lily, I didn't expect to see you here!”

“Her idea,” said Penumbra, as the white-furred pegasus managed a small smile amidst his thin blush, arm-in-army with Lily Longsocks, who cheered and placed her own bets as her breasts rolled in her own top and threatened to toppled free as the earth pony mare laughed. He whispered to his brother, “She always does this. Teases me. It's her favorite method to try and help me open up more.”

Ashen watched the nude sirens wrestled and asked, “Can you really complain?”

“...I suppose not,” he admitted, his own erection barely hidden by his pants. “Our sister's here, too.” The pegasus nodded in the direction of Cerise, who flushed while she watched, entranced by the show before them. “Maybe it's the drink, but I believe Cerise is curious to try a match, too. But-”

“I could make that happen!” Sonata cut in. “Heck, we can always use more mares for the show! Guests are always welcome!” Reluctantly, she pulled away from Ashen to chat with the organizers.

“It could be fun,” confessed Inky. “And the annual festivities are ahead of us.” She pressed closer between her tow sons and reminded, We need to help repopulate Equestria, after the last war. Put on a nice show, and I'm sure we can motivate lots of stallions and mares to get down-and-dirty.”

“Indeed,” noted Somnambula. “I would be happy to participate.” With a thin smile at attendants, the royal priestess started to undo the wrap that contained her breasts, and let each bounce free one at a time. She similarly stepped out of her wrap of a skirt, until the pegasus stood fully naked.

Not to be outdone and spurred on by her display, Iny Rose also drew her dress over her shoulders and tossed it aside, and since she'd arrived without underwear of any sort, the close proximity to her sons when she embraced their shoulders caused her sizable breasts to crush into their skin and thin fur. “I always feel so free like this,” she purred, and radiated body heat in anticipation as a possible match.

“Join us Cerise,” said Somnambula, as the handmaiden to the princess led her over.

“M-me? But...” Cerise's blush deepened before the denuded women. She, too, felt the siren's call which loosened their inhibitions, like the mobs around them, while they breathed in their scents, felt their warmth and passion bombard them. Her exhibitionist streak fired up, the charcoal-colored and pink-haired princess ready to disrobe, which she started to do by instinct, her top lifted first, which lifted her medium-sized breasts until one plopped out with a heavy bounce, then she freed the other, as they swayed and knocked into place.Then, she stepped out of her booty shorts to expose herself entirely.

Lily reached for her own outfit and said, “Guess I'll participate, too! Um, if you don't mind...?” She looked to her husband, who smiled to reassure the earth pony mare, who smirked back and undressed, too. “Don't worry, we'll raise tons of money, and make sure most mares are knocked up by year's end!”

“Our royal duty,” purred Inky, who rubbed her belly. She'd raised Cerise like her own, when her mother perished in the war, and Inky bore two sons from the same stallion, the war hero Sombra.

At times, she was tempted to have another. What a shame her husband couldn't be present today!

The latest match came to an end, with Aria Blaze victorious, and the lean but toned siren pinned the more cury Adagio Dazzle beneath her face-down while she straddled her with her pert bottom used to weigh her down. She'd pulled on Adagio's golden curls until she submitted, and delivered a couple harsh spanks on the prone bitch's buttocks to mark her latest victory, the score shifted in her favor.

Grunts escaped Adadio's clenched teeth when she hissed, “Don't let it go to your head! Remember, we're here to put on a lovely show,” she reminded under the resounding cheers which surrounded them.

“I know. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy it,” taunted Aria with another harsh spank to Adagio's ass, which rippled under the impact when she yelped, a harsh red hand print left to mark her latest conquest!

“Let me up already,” whined Adagio, whose oily breasts mashed into the pool's mat. Still, when she noted the reactions of the crowds, she couldn't complain too much, as they'd soon be even richer!

“I don't know~,” cruelly sneered Aria, who'd spun atop Adagio so that she better face her older sister's beautiful buns, cupped them in her palms, and started to roll circles which repeatedly spread the bared buttflesh, slick with oil which made them glisten. “Maybe it's time we put on a new kind of show!”

“Mmm~...you may have a point. We can't simply tease them forever, or their strife may turn on us.” The sirens fed off the rival bets between the customers, who favored different sisters. They played them against each other, matches scripted (with improvisations accepted!) ahead of time to maximize their profits and popularity, careful not to weight to far toward any of them, although Sonata's most voluptuous build and cheerful personality easily made her a fan-favorite, with Adagio clearly in second and Aria a respectable third, as she'd won her own fanbase with her sexually sadistic quirks.

Of course they were careful not to take it too far, as when any of the rowdier boys almost came to blows, they'd step in and diffuse the situation with some flirting and teasing. After all, they'd helped win the war and weren't villains anymore! They had to stay in the good graces of the king and queen!

Aria pinched, poked, and pulled on Adagio's tender assflesh, as she spanked her buns some more, the usual humiliation she put on after a match which had caused her popularity to climb to the point where she rivaled and threatened to overtake the eldest sister, even if it was doubtful they'd ever clear Sonata. As she toyed with her, Adagio blushed, panted, and moaned, especially when a stray finger would trace the puckered pink ring of her asshole, or her enflamed pussylips, moistened with her own raw lust.

“I'd love to take a strap-on and fuck your holes hard in front of everyone,” taunted Aria.

“Maybe I'll let you...if we can double our profits tonight,” answered Adagio, who vocalized another drawn-out moan when Aria intentionally thumbed and rubbed circles around her hot, tight anus.

Sonata, who'd wandered into the pit, squatted by them with a sway of her bare udders. “Hello there, sisters! I talked it over with the organizers, and they accepted my proposal for a special match!”

Adagio raised an eyebrow. “You know we're supposed to make those decisions together. I'm still the leader...ohhh~...” To undermine her protests, Aria thumbed the eldest siren's sphincter harder, while her other hand also reached beneath her tight slit and started to rub her swollen clitoris, too!

“Believe me, it'll be worth it! We'll never have to work again if we don't want to after we're done!”

Aria snickered evilly and hissed to Adagio, “Guess I'll get to wreck that ass and pussy after all!” Harshly, she dug a few fingers into her sister's snatch. “So, what's the plan, Sonata?”

“An all-out match between teams,” explained Sonata. “A four-on-four match!”

Adagio looked to Inky, Lily, Somnambula, and Cerise, already denuded and ready to go. “Well, I see they have a team of their own. Amateurs I'm sure, but we can make it work. However, we'll need a worthy fourth, and I don't intend to wrestle beside any random floozy from the crowds.”

“Already taken care of! Sommy says she can take care of it,” replied Sonata. Her sisters cast her a dubious look, but Sonata's hare-brained schemes tended to work out, so they relented with a nod. They rose from the small pit, and toweled off the oil, sweat, and other fluids that matted their bodies.

Indeed, Somnambula made her own preparations ahead of time when they went on vacation, the priestess able to scry into the future with her ancient magic to a degree. It's how she helped direct the king and queen, to help their country prosper and make certain the former tyrant remained honest. Yet she also found more mundane uses for her powers, and knew that she might need him and another old ally of theirs to make a surprise appearance tonight. Thus, she'd excused herself to communicate with them. Still nude, the pegasus sat in the lotus position, eyes closed while she mediated in preparation.

With the use of astral projection, she untethered her spirit from the flesh while Inky watched over her currently empty shell. Then, Somnambula traveled all the way back home to speak with Sombra. In this form, she could move at almost instantaneous speeds, a hair away from teleportation to reach home.

The royal bedchambers were ahead. The denuded spirit of Somnambula slipped inside.

Immediately, her ears perked from shared moans, the familiar masculine baritone of Sombra, and a husky feminine vocalization. It wasn't unusual for the royal couple to invite mares into their bed, usually fellow handmaidens, herself included, Inky certain her husband would have his usual fun while she was away and with the possibility she too would find a lovely female lover of her own at the casino.

On his spacious bed, Sombra reclined, his chiseled-chest lined by sweat. His firm hands reached up to stroke the curves of Sunset Shimmer, as like the sirens she arrived in a human form and bounced atop him and moaned with him each time she impaled her pussy on his massive horsecock. Sunset, too, had helped save Equestria, and taken the sirens in, once she'd returned to the human world she came from.

“So...thick...,” huffed out Sunset, barely able to handle a size not meant for a more shallow human vulva. She'd probed herself with oversized toys until she'd been ready to be taken in all her funholes.

“You wanted a stud~,” he teased back with a toothy smirk as he molested her voluminous flesh.

“Shut up and fuck me...eep!” Playfully, he'd flipped and practically threw him beneath her, while his muscled hips started to thrust harder and pinned Sunset beneath him while he railed her harder. She cast her head back with a sweep of her mane amidst a louder moan, her limbs wrapped around him when he took her in a mating press, both of them uncertain and curently unconcerned with whether they could potentially cross-breed. All they cared about in the moment were the raw pleasures of the flesh!

Softly, Somnambula cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“S-Sommy? Ah~...!” Sunset squealed more as horsecock milked another squirty orgasm from her spasming snatch which saturated the bedsheets and her stallion stud some more.

“Yes. I came to make you an offer,” said the priestess, who floated naked by the bedside.

Grunts rose from Sombra, who barely held back his own orgasm when her sweet human cunt clenched around his cock. “Speak,” he demanded, and manhandled Sunset like his mare once more, flipped onto all fours with a harsh spank to her wide ass which made her yelp and tightened up when he started to fuck her doggystle, one firm hand dug into pinched buttflesh, another used to pull her hair. “You know how impatient I can be when interrupted. Or did you intend to join in? I could teleport you here...”

“About that. You want to multiply your fortunes, spread your nation's influence, and promote more ponies to breed, do you not? There is a contest underway which can help you achieve all three at once.” She explained her proposal, to Sunset in particular, with her offer for the human female to participate.

Sunset mulled it over the best she was able while the stallion stud clapped her cheeks. Her heavy breasts bounced below her, taken by the dominant ex-tyrant like she was a bitch in heat, or more like a mare in estrus, as his horn lid and his mystic aura probed her puckered asshole, too. She screamed into a pillow she bit, her cheeks ablaze as he yanked her hair, molested her tits, and slapped her asscheeks.

Joyous tears filled her eyes when she shouted, “Yes! YES! I-I'll do it...fuck...!” He worked more spasms from her squishy, pliable pussy, pounded and probed as he punched past her cervix, directly into her slippery womb. Thankfully, she'd taken the potions he offered, any pain soon turned to pleasure and her insides made stretchier to safely take him as his horsedick flare mashed into her womb-walls.

“Good girl,” tittered Somnambula. “Of course, you too will be handsomely compensated.”

“Grah-! I'm close-! Take it! Take it all...!” Sombra shouted, and with another harsh stroke and slap on her ass, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded his sowllen balls into his 'mare'. Sunset whined and drenched his crotch some more, as he spattered with far more heat, volume, or force than any human male, Sunset uncertain if she could ever go back to her own kind after he'd fucked her so well!

Her moans were muffled when he pushed her face-down into the pillar she chewed on. Blast-after-blast that painted her uterus, which swelled like her belly as he continued to drain his horseballs into her.

Finally, he erased the pressure on Sunset's scalp, and removed his dick with a wet pop, as her gaped slit oozed dollops of his cum and he nestled his member to rest between the sweaty crack of her buns. “I find your proposal...acceptable. Please me, Sunset, and you can join my wife and I in bed anytime.” He cupped her chin, titled Sunset's face to meet his snout, which crashed into her lips and dominated her mouth when his larger tongue encircled her own and traced her gums. She moaned into his deep kiss.

Sunset melted into his touch, while he greedily fondled her feminine flesh, her breasts, hips, and buttocks traced while the larger stallion stud bent over and kept her pinned, her head craned to meet him while she felt his half-erect cock throb with renewed need as each pulse stimulated her puckered asshole, smeared with precum which spat from the flared head to lube her for imminent anal annihilation. She mewled and prostrated herself in submission as he pushed into her cute butthole.

He clapped his firm hands back on her bouncy buttocks when his snout withdrew, and Sunset heaved her breasts with husky breaths, her lips still tethered to his own by spiderweb saliva strands when he started to pound her anew. He took it slower at first, as her bowels stretched to accommodate his size.

“Insatiable as always,” observed Sommy with another snicker as he sodomized Sunset. “We have less than an hour before the next match starts. I take it you two will be finished by then?”

“S-sure,” said Sunset with some ambivalence, but reassured herself it would be worth it! Why, with the money she'd earn, not only could she retire early, but she could take care of all her friends!

Plus, she could return to these bedchambers, where Sombra and Inky would fuck her on the daily...

“Then, I'll see you there.” Somnambula informed them of where the match would take place, which the ex-tyrant sorcerer could easily reach by teleportation due to his mastery of the dark arts.

In the meantime, while Sommy dissipated, Sombra started to pick up speed, Sunset's cheeks clapped once more while she howled out her pleasure. His pace and fierceness increased once she'd adjusted to him, took her harder like he needed to break his ride in, while she prostrated herself beneath him and mewled in appreciation, determined to take in more of his virile seed, unconcerned with whether she'd be able to potentially bear his foals while the eggs her ovaries spat into her womb sloshed and swam until they drowned within a soupy sea of spunk that sluiced within her slippery, slimy uterus.

“Oh shit...! Pump my ass full...!” She wailed below the more massive stud amidst ass claps, wiggled her hips and buttocks which pushed back to meet his thrusts as her titties swayed like pendulums.

“Almost..there...,” he warned.

“Half inside, half on the back!” With her wishes made clear, he hissed, buried balls deep in her stretched wide asshole, and creamed the heated pink walls of her bowels. Shot-after-shot filled her to the brim, then he slipped out with a pop, her lower back, buttcheeks, and twat painted by more cum.

She reveled in the heat and thickness of his loads with more sways of her hips and butt, felt them stick and seep into her skin, far thicker, hotter, and with more volume than any human male could ever hope for. Shot-after-shot fired over his 'mare', which slid over her curves and dripped from her contours.

When his shots slowed, his flare continued to mildly throb and drip over her cum-filled asshole. Playfully, he planted another swat on a wide buttcheek. “Satisfied, I take it?”

“That was..intense...,” she answered with a nod and a fucked-silly, slutty smile.

“Good. Unfortunately, we don't have much time left. Let us bathe and dress ourselves.” Of course, he knew her clothes would come off again soon after their arrival, but until then they would conduct themselves with grace in public. He took her hand and led her into his private bath, where he, Inky, and often Somnambula would be tended to by other handmaidens while they were lathered and rinsed.

He trusted his country would be secure for a few hours, while he and his family were away. After all, the fabled Sphinx protected it, the average citizen unaware that the original Sphinx had been lost in the Eldritch war and passed the ability to shift into said form to Somnambula, who served as guardian now.

After he washed himself and Sunset, then clothed themselves, he took her hand and teleported her from the pyramid which loomed over his country, where with a flash and blink he appeared in the casino. Shocked looks met his appearance, but no one dared stop the king, who went wherever he pleased. The two of them ascended the stairs, his head held high in a ceremonious manner to announce his presence.

Then, they found their way to the space where the match would take place. He nodded to his sons, wife, daughter, and Lily, who he noted like Somnambula, all the females were already stripped bare and like the trio of siren sisters were applied with oils which exaggerated their gleaming curvature.

“Strip,” he commanded in a deep tone.

“Y-yes,” replied Sunset with a blush as she fumbled a little with clothes she'd taken from her homeworld, her jacket tossed aside, her shirt cut so that it bared her midriff, her short skirt accentuated by the black fuck-me boots below. She shuddered with pleasure and almost swoon when the dominant stallion impatiently placed firm hands on her garments and practically tore them off her body, soon down to her lacy bra and panties, which he also wrenched away, as her bulbous breasts bounced loose, topped by wide areola that perked up in the cool air, and her tight cunt topped by a small patch of pubes. She shivered and flushed deeper, all eyes upon her as her hips shifted and her butt wobbled.

“Perfect!” Sonata clapped her hands together as like everyone she drank her nude body in.

Aria noted, “Our old rival turned savior, huh? Always thought you were a hot, sweet piece of ass!”

“Mmm~...indeed~,” purred Adagio, who licked her chops in appreciation while the three sisters leered at every inch of exposed, feminine flesh, which would soon be oiled up and free to touch. “Let's do it, sisters. We mustn't keep our fans in suspense!” The trio oiled up their hands, and started to lather up Sunset, who chewed on her lip to suppress a moan as they left no spot untouched by their molestation.

Her breasts and buttocks rolled under their palms, nipples teased when they were traced and rubbed, hands draped across her hips, stomach, and back, even her mound and slit mashed by an oily slickness between the three of them, who crowded so close around her their warm, soft, supple, pliable flesh pressed into their own, and she felt their tits flatten into her, Adagio's titties crushed into her own bust.

Their nipple buds rubbed and teased, Sunset's eyes locked into the gaze of each sister, Adagio in particular, who came so close to her face she subtly moved in, ready to meet in a passionate kiss.

“Put on a wonderful show,” teased Adagio with a sly smile and a couple pats on Sunset's rump.

Sunset sputtered in disappointment when the sirens withdrew with giggles, and turned to walk towards the pool with exaggerated, slow movements of their hips and buttocks, as the globe of each buttcheek rolled with each graceful movement as the siren sisters oozed with raw, natural sensuality. She stared at their wonderful asses, like she was under their spell, aware they could make anyone fall in love with them. Still, she shook such temptations away for the moment, as they would reward her after they won!

The other team took their own places with their own sensual movements when they strode in. Inky, Lily, Somnambula, and Cerise were also oiled up, while Sombra, Ashen, and Penumbra watched from the sidelines, like most of the crowd the boys unable to fully hide their erections. The bets were higher than ever to meet the increased stakes, a small fortune the guest team hoped to take home!

Either way, Sombra would make sure the sirens and Sunset would also return home much richer. In truth, the money at stake mattered little to him, yet he found this a rare opportunity to spread his country's influence, to spread the origies which made up his homeland's annual festivities here!

In truth, win-or-lose, what mattered most was that they drew this out, and put on the show of a lifetime!

The pair of teams faced each other, and took a bow, before they fell into combat stances. To start it off, they circled each other, with a pendulous swing of many bared breasts, and the jiggling of hips and buttocks while they moved about the slick pit, the moment drawn out before the first move was made.

Ashen Dunes, like his brother and father, took a seat to watch the show, all eyes from the crowd on the women wrestlers. Like many stallions in attendance, his member painfully throbbed for release, hidden away, its flared tip soaked by precum, eager to sink into all the presented holes ahead of them.

He clearly recalled his earlier session with Sonata, where she'd ridden him until he'd buckled, sucked him off, openly invited him to do whatever he wanted to her, while she'd spread her plush ass wide and presented her puckered asshole and moist pussy to him. Even now, she winked and smiled from the small pool. He read the words her lips mouthed at him, barely able to believe what she offered.

“Use that horn~,” she'd teased. “Play with me however you like! I don't mind!”

He mouthed back that he'd handicap her, but she simply giggled, as what mattered was the most entertaining show possible! With that declared, the desert prince attempted to subtly light up his horn, which vibrated with life and glowed with the subdued magic he worked. H'ed never learned many spells, but instead worked to master basic telekinesis, with advice from Somnambula, to the point where he could feel to an extent whatever his aura touched...which included Sonata's flesh.

Groping, phantom, translucent hands which were almost invisible surrounded Sonata while the women wrestled, most of them fallen to the mat while they intertwined. He felt the caress of soft, supple flesh which he wantonly molested with his deft touch, felt titflesh and buttflesh give between ghostly fingers, which grew bolder by the moment as Sonata moaned, until the aura digits also sank into her cunt and rectum. Sonata squealed happily, while she wrestled with Cerise, who she tried to keep pinned.

Sombra chuckled with bemusement. His own horn lit, as his own phantom hands greedily reached out, numerous, as he felt up Inky, Somnambula, and Sunset, the women that had shared his bed. Inky currently rolled with Adagio, as she moaned amidst aura fingers that entered her snatch and sphincter with wet schlicks. Somnambula, who wrestled with Sunset, felt the same digits hungrily invade them.

Lily watched their fellow wrestlers writhe in pleasure and lamented, “Wish my husband knew magic!”

Aria snickered, their hands locked while they fought for dominance. “Me too.” She yelled over the roar of crowds, “Hey boys! Save some for us! It's not nice to leave a couple ladies unattended!”

Penumbra smiled thinly with a low chuckle. “Go for it. I don't mind,” he offered his brother and father.

With the other clearly made and a devious look exchanged between father and son, Sombra and Ashen extended their own aura to Aria and Lily, as their spectral digits crossed as they explored their stretchy, pliable fuckholes thoroughly, no trace of supple flesh left unmolested between the hungry boys.

The mobs cheered harder at the lewd display, with even larger bets placed. While it was difficult to work their aura in so many directions at once, Sombra and to a lesser extent Ashen were deftly skilled with telekinetic manipulation, which they also applied to stroke their horsecocks below their clothes.

“Lucky bastards,” lamented Penumbra, who suddenly wished he also had a horn. The usually stoic swordsman ached for some release of his own, as his wife Lily smoldered at him while she found every inch of her oily body explored by the combined auras which multitasked to please them.

Lily was tempted to throw the match, to hop out of the pool so she could blow and/or ride him! Yet a sudden movement from Aria forced her to the floor, as the sultry siren started to scissor her silly.

“H-hey! You cheap...oh~!” Lily shuddered between the press of their cunts and the magic hands which worked them over. “S-Sommy...your magic tricks...can't you do something for my poor husband?”

“I can,” offered the priestess, because while a horn helped channel magic far more easily, anyone with innate magic that was sufficiently trained, like her, could work spells with their hands. She'd brought the 'cursed' garments Ashen once gave to Cerise as a gift for such an occasion, and activated an enchantment she'd placed on the matched bra and panties for such an occasion. The outfit sprung from her sack, and suspended itself in the air when the phantasmal curves of an earth mare filled it.

Penumbra stared at the spectral creature which approached her, the snow-furred pegasus with his eyes narrowed to try and discern the mare's familiar likeness. “Wait...Cerise...?” Even with her main down, the construct's features were unmistakable, taken from the mare who'd worn it most before the enchantment was cast. A phantom memory of its wearer, who strode to him in a roll of hips and ass.

“Just a construct,” he reminded himself when the creation unbuckled and slid down his pants so that his horsecock flopped free, before she settled her weight into his lap. While the ghostly 'Cerise' couldn't remove her garments entirely or else the enchantment would be broken, she instead slid her panties aside and ground her pussy across his shaft, which she smeared with ectoplasmic lust as her pussylips parted and stroked across his vein-lined shaft, which was also hard and threatened to slip inside.

Likewise, she moved her top down to pop her titties free, which she pressed one to his snout, taken into his lips while he suckled on it, the taste and texture an almost perfect recreation of sweet mare flesh. Soon, she took his cock and directed it into her snatch, where it sunk indeep amidst a shared moan.

“D-damn,” he wheezed, as his palms encircled her sizable asscheeks, which he squeezed.

She popped her tit out of his mouth so that they could meet in a deep, passionate kiss. Amidst that, she started to openly ride him, the crowd too under the siren's subtle spell to care. He throbbed inside her slimy cunt walls, smeared by her secretions and precum spat from his flare while she bounced atop him, and took him so deep he'd punched past her cervix and sank to meet the back of her womb.

He cradled her in his feathery plume, and some of his fingers, which dug into her tender buttflesh, slipped into her asshole while he spread her sweetcheeks wide open. He explored her pliable holes, planted a few playful spanks on her while they made out, while the molested, oiled up wrestlers continued to put on a lewd yet playful show for everybody that observed them. Faster-and-faster, she rode him while he surrendered to the moment, as his horsedick twitched within her sultry depths.

With all the sexy displays around him, the usually reserved stallion knew he couldn't last.

Fortunately, he knew it was entirely safe to empty himself into a construct, and reminded himself this wasn't really 'Cerise', but a creation which took on the one who'd most recently adorned it most. His eyes drifted to the real Cerise in the pool, who blushed hotly while she wrestled with Sonata.

Sonata smirked evilly and slipped behind Cerise, who was forced to face Penumbra. She whispered hotly in her ear, “You're both so close! Go ahead! Come!” With one hand, she played with one of Cerise's tits, while the other started to stroke her snatch as she thumbed her swollen clitoris.

“P-please...oh~,” whined Cerise, who squirted all over her fingers at about the same moment her double impaled herself fully on Ashen, who flared, locked in her cervix as he unloaded into it. Gushes of cumshots filled the phantom womb, as ectoplasm squirts also drenched his heated crotch.

Slyly, Somnambula's hands work another spell, with an aura of her own. She drew up Sombra and Ashen from their chairs, where they bustled past the crowds, their pants pulled down by her magic to let their erect horsecocks flop free. “Time for the moneyshot~,” she teased with subdued titters.

Unable to hold back as her aura stroked them to completion, grunts escaped Sombra and Ashen as they also emptied their balls. Thick ropes of cum fired all-across the wrestlers, in a cross of streams which made certain none of the women were left untouched, as shot-after-shot marked them all over.

Cerise, still lost in her own orgasm, was forced to close an eye when like the rest of them a mix of her father's and half-brother's cumshots painted her face, her breasts, her stomach. Sonata opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch what she could while lines of spunk painted her hair, between her eyes, into her mouth while she swished and slurped it down as more excess ran down her udders.

Inky, Somnambula, Sunset, Adagio, Lily, Aria...all of them were similarly drenched in excessive loads which doused them all over. The bets which continued to rise went through the roof. With Penumbra's balls drained, the construct slipped free, sank to her knees, and started to clean his dick with head bobs.

When Sombra recovered his voice he boomed, “This is what awaits at the fertility festival! Come to my lands, and you can freely bask in all the flesh you could ever desire! I will pay you well to seed and bear foals!” More triumphant cries met his ears, ready to take the conqueror up on his offer!

“Delicious~,” purred Adagio, who also savored the king's seed with lip smacks.

Aria, her face and tits drenched in cum, asked, “So when do we take Ashen back to his room and victory fuck him?” They'd lost track of the match for a moment, showered in slimy semen.

“Show's not over yet!” Sonata cackled playfully as she tackled Cerise once more.

The match wore on, but by the moment, any restrictions and inhibitions loosened further. By this point, many stallions and the smaller number of mares in attendance started to openly masturbate to the display, thoroughly under the siren influence. Somnambula, while well-aware of that, allowed it to continue since they needed to feed, and knew they meant no real harm, as they'd learned to sate themselves on positive emotions too. Beside, it would serve their cause to spread Sombra's influence!

The match resumed. Ashen counted the seconds until the sirens led him back to his room...!