Chapters 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...
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...!
Ashen Dunes knew Somnambula wouldn't allow events to spiral too out of hand, yet with inhibitions lowered in the casino's private area, more and more onlookers that bet on the event started to chuck aside their clothes. “Don't touch the wrestlers without express permission,” he reminded them, as the oiled up women splashed, rolled, spanked, and fondled each other in the shallow pit, as the slick substance which left a sheen across their curvature dripped and rolled from their slippery physiques. Sonata would reach out to help stroke his member on occasion, and did the same with Sombra, since Cerise was temporarily down for the count.
“Ooh~! You're so thick and hard~,” teased Sonata, who rubbed up-and-down their presented, precum-slicked horsecocks. They throbbed and oozed across her palms each time she traveled across their veiny lengths, and would dip her head and take one of them into her lips for a moment, where she'd bob her head a few times, suckle, then pop off to suck off the dead massive dick.
All the while, the male unicorns kept their horns lit to constantly work them over with phantom hands. By now, the cumshots that matted the wrestlers had mostly seeped into their skin, or matted their manes, as Sonata worked hard to draw out more loads.
“Greedy, aren't we?” Adagio accused their youngest sister dubiously, while she sat on Inky's face, the pegasus forced to take out while she almost smothered between the heated buns around her face. She let up a little, but kept her pinned below her butt. “Two down,” she noted, with her team in a clear lead this round, and a devious smile lit the siren's face as she sat atop Inky.
Lily shouted, “Time to turn that around!” She pulled Aria by her twin-tails, and the siren yelped when she was flipped by her martial arts technique and slammed so hard to the mat the wind was knocked from her. The incredibly strong earth pony mair continued to yank her mane, while she ground a foot against the cunt of the facedown siren. “Give up, bitch?”
“N-never! I...argh!” She yelped when the foot grinded against her mound. “Okay, okay, I give up! Shit!” Pressure was slowly relieved on her sore snatch, but Lily kept a hold on her pigtails while Aria glowered at her and sulked in defeat. Aria rarely lost, except when she had to throw matches for the show! Yey she'd underestimated Lily, reminded the lieutenant was freakishly strong!
Sunset and Somnambula, by contrast, attempted to keep it to a clean, fair match. The priestess proved tougher than expected, since even without her magic, she'd trained hert physique to better handle the Sphinx form she could now take, and her skills rivaled a talented martial artist. It didn't help that Ashen's and Sombra's ghostly fingers would feel them up, and probe into their exposed pussies and assholes, pinch and pull at their nipples and rub their clits, while they moaned and warred for dominance.
“Seems we're pretty evenly matched,” admitted Sunset as they strained to maintain their purchase.
“Indeed. You are more than a worthy opponent,” answered Somnambula, who smiled back at her. “Either I win my team a tie...or I fall and you win this round.” She slammed into Sunset, the pair of them knocked onto the oil-slicked mat where they slid.
Inspired by Lily's and Aria's little war earlier, Sunset opened up her thighs and slid to connect their cunts, which met with more whistles while she grinded her hips to meet Sommy's when she did the same, in a contest to make their opponent buckle first from pleasure until they submitted. Sunset soon realized her mistake, since while she was far from sexually inexperienced, the ancient priestess had studied the ways of pleasure thoroughly, and knew how to pleasantly attack her most vulnerable spots.
“F-fuck....!” Sunset whimpered, as Sommy mashed her swollen clitoris into her own as their pussylips makeout, connected by threads of their lustful secretions each time their flesh quivered with each impact. Groans rose from Sommy's face, drawn in determination while she shifted to take control, and started to scissor harder into Sunset, now prostrated on her side. All the time, she was molested and probed, but Sommy had trained herself to delay her explosive pleasures, to outlast even a skilled stud!
Squeals rose from Sunset, who beat her fist on the mat while she squirted all over Sommy, shaken from pleasure overload as her sensitive love button started to ache while it was rubbed by her opponent's clit. “I yield! I yield! Please...!”
With a smirk of satisfaction, Somnambula relented, and her own lustful secretions drenched her fallen foe. The two women huffed and heaved their breasts, the round declared a draw while both teams took a few minutes to recover. “Good match,” she declared.
“You too,” replied Sunset, impressed she'd been able to beat her. They both drank from water flasks offered to them.
Meanwhile, Sonata took turns to properly deepthroat the two stallions, her lips currently wrapped taut around Sombra's horsecock when she took him to the hilt, her throat filled while he swabbed it with humps to meet the bobs of her head. His balls slapped into her chin when he facefucked her, her mouth filled the salty mix of precum his flare spat to coat her insides.
One of her free hands stroked Ashen's dick, while the other one jacked off a random stud in the crowd nearby. With a moist pop, she freed Sombra's dick, still connected by slivers of her saliva mixed with his precum, as she then took Ashen back into her mouth and jerked off the king. She clearly vocalized her pleasure with moans that matched her sloppy blowjob, and rubbed her thighs together while more aura probes drove into her lower fuckholes, which were thoroughly explored between the stallions.
Another messy pop sounded when Sonata withdrew. “Cum for me, studs~ Unload all over your little slut~!” Sticking out her tongue while she stroked away, and aimed their horsedicks in the direction of her faces and titites, as they pulsed and with sharp cires started to unload. Gummy cumshots rained all over her, painted her face , bust, and left her with more than a mouthful.
“S-save some for later,” murmured Ashen, who'd have to dip into Sommy's potion supply to replenish himself.
Sonata gulped down the load that didn't mark her and replied, “I can't! You two are way too tasty! Plus, I expect you to pump all my holes full by the time tonight's done! My sisters, too! You'd better wreck all our holes, okay?”
Sombra chuckled with a leer. “I'd be happy to help with that.”
Inky tittered not far from them as she listened in and said, “Why don't we make it a family event?”
“You're one weird family,” noted Aria, while she also drank to rehydrate yourselves.
“Says the incestuous sisters,” teased Lily with a smirk. “But yeah, let's do it! I finally helped my hubby open up more!”
Penumbra nodded, unable to deny he'd appreciated what Sommy did for him. “Very well. I'll participate...this one time.” He turned to his sister. “Cerise, are you okay?” She took his offered hand and nodded when she rose back to her feet.
“Just...a little tired and embarrassed,” she confessed. “I can't believe I lost first! I let my team down!”
Sonata shook her head and beamed wide at her. “Nah, I didn't take it easy on you! You did pretty well for a first try! I know how powerful earth ponies are, and didn't want to take chances, even with some pampered princess!”
“Gee...thanks,” said Cerise with a pout. “I don't want to be a burden! Guess I'd better train a bit, too!”
Another round played out, where this time the Dazzlings and Sunset Shimmer took the crown. Then, the opposed team managed to eke out a narrow victory, before they were beaten once more and the winners were declared. However, there was no bad blood left between everyone when they returned to the hotel suite, with the cut of the prize money offered to the sisters and Sunset.
“What a day,” said Lily, who like the rest of them hadn't bothered to redress and threw herself on the bed with a bounce.
“Worthy every bit my friends,” replied Ashen with a nod, as the sirens already eyed him and the other stallions up.
Sonata popped the cork on a bottle and poured herself a drink. “Time to celebrate! Let's party!” She poured some of the drink across her breasts, and offered them up to Ashen and Sombra, who latched their maws around her tasty titties.
Adagio reminded, “Don't leave us out, boys~.” She, too, doused her tits in more drink. “Penumbra dear, if you will?”
With a hard swallow and a look to his wife for support, Lily nodded and approached Adagio with him, where the married couple also closed their lips around her areola and noisily suckled on the perky buds as she drew back her head and moaned low.
“Damn,” snapped Aria. “I left the strap-ons back in our room!”
“Allow me. I try to come prepared for whatever happens,” said Sommy, who fished into her sack. “Of course...” She offered small vials to them. “You could always try the real-deal, instead. Use a real horsecock to reshape our insides~.”
“Gimme,” said Aria, who snapped up one. “Just drink it down and it'll do its work, huh?”
“I'd prefer to take a few cocks tonight~,” purred Adagio, as her tits were sucked on. “Feel free to drink one too, dear Lily.”
A lewd slurp sounded when Lily popped the titty free of her lips. “Remember, you asked for it!” She, too, took a vial and without ceremony swallowed it down. Immediately, she felt her loins pleasantly burn, as atop her mound the flesh reshaped into a horsecock pillar, which bobbed and dripped. “Oh, wow, it works! It's so sensitive! I can't wait to test it! So, hubby, which hole?”
He withdrew from the titty he nursed and said, “Um...I'll stick to her flower, I suppose.”
Lilysnickered and said, “Always the romantic gentleman! Guess I'll have to do her up the ass, then!” She playful smacked Adagio's pert bottom to spur her onto he bed, where Adagio collapsed onto all fours. Penumbra slid himself below her, his dick pressed against her wet slit, while Lily mounted Adagio and pressed the flare upon her anal pucker. “Ready? All at once!”
Adagio moaned when they drove into her and reshaped her fuckholes to better suit them at the same time, as Lily and Penumbra voiced their own pleasure. They started slow, and worked themselves into a steady rhythm, cocks separated by a thin wall of flesh.
A similar treatment befell Sonata, with Ashen once more beneath her while Sombra took her from behind. Soon, they too hammered away in audible claps of flesh which echoed across the room as they spanked and pulled on her ponytail.
Aria, who'd drunk her potion too, experimentally stroked her new horsedick. “Holy crap! It's different from a cunt, but pretty nice in its own way! So, who's the lucky bitch that gets taken for the first ride?” She looked around the room for candidates.
“No thanks,” said Cerise with a shake of her head.
“Try me,” offered Inky with a swivel of her hips when she approached her. Firmly, she pushed Aria onto a chair, and straddled the shocked siren, her protests that she planned to be on top silenced when she melted into Inky's lips when she kissed her. She took Aria's newly acquired horsemeat deep into her depths with a coo, and started to rock back-and-forth atop the siren.
Like many times in the past, Somnabula invited Cerise into another bed with a small hand wave. “Join us, Miss Shimmer?”
“My pleasure,” said Sunset with a smile, who sidled up into the bed with them. They sandwiched Cerise from both sides, pressed into her supple frame and peppered her in kisses when they started to caress the charcoal-colored earth pony mare. Soon, they cupped her breasts and buttocks, rubbed at her moist snatch to wet schlicks while she moaned and returned the favor.
No doubt the sirens provoked a similar orgy on a more mass scale in the private showroom. Stallions and mares alike, eager to fuck and create new life in return for the small fortune Sombra promised. With the king's and queen's gambit, they would soon repopulate a devastated world, one settlement at a time, until their empire stretched across most of Equestria!
But first, to make some new foals. Sombra was tempted to knock up a few more 'mares' before tonight ended, still curious if stallions could successfully cross-breed with human women. Yet he wouldn't do that without Inky's approval.
He'd fathered a pair of handsome sons and a precious daughter. He wasn't sure if they wanted another sibling, either!
True to his word, Ashen made an effort to 'ruin every last hole of me and my sisters', as Sonata put it, and to extend his effort he drank down one of Sommy's potions to increase his decent stamina. The merchant prince wasn't the stoic stud his brother was, but he had charms of his own, as his cheery and flirtatious nature drew a number of ponies to him whenever he flirted.
He and Sombra came for the first of many times to come since their arrival back in the room, Sonata's ass and pussy filled to the brim. Eventually, partners were switched, when he found himself in the arms of Adagio, who offered herself to him. In contrast to Sonata's playful openness, Adagio carried a slightly more subdued, raw sensuality as she teased him with each gentle caress.
He pressed her face-to-face with him, sank into her and fondled her buttcheeks as she slid her breasts across his well-cut chest. Behind her, Aria spotted her open anal puckered and drove her horsemeat into the unattended hole, told by Sommy that until she'd satisfied it her new attachment wouldn't leave her. “Gonna fuck your ass sis,” said Aria. “So your boytoy can fuck me, too!”
Adagio purred while she was banged from both ends and reminded, “Don't worry. Mmph~. He'll be ready to split your pussy open soon.” She entangled him in her limbs, and her curls tickled his cheek.
He pressed his lips to her, as did Aria, a three-way kiss shared between them. His horn bladed, and his phantom hands attacked her breasts like before, which he rolled about, her nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted in a playful manner, while his palms constantly spread and kneaded her doughy buttcheeks.
Groans rose from Aria, still not used to her new equipment. She hissed, “Let's fill this bitch at once!”
Adagio withdrew from Ashen's lips with a subdued giggle. “A quickshot, I see? You always did want to dominate me, even out of the ring. I don't think dear Ashen is quite there yet, so I'd better help him.” She contracted her pussy around Ashen's cock, milked it for all she was worth, ready to receive his seed. Grunts escaped him too, as he twitched and pulsed inside her with Aria, at the edge of release.
“I'm about to pop,” admitted Ashen, whose face strined.
“Me too,” shouted Aria between clenched teeth. “Grah! Take it all, you bitch!” She started to fire off into Adagio's asshole, and a moment later Ashen emptied himself into her pussy, too, which signaled Adagio to let her own dam finally break, and she showered her two lovers that impaled her.
Had she not been holding back for the moment, the force of their cumshots surely would have pushed Adagio to her limit anyhow, when she felt the geyser like rush of cumshots which repeatedly flooded her fuckholes to the brim. She quivered and squeezed around them, drenched them in her own wanton lust while the three of them moaned in unison as they rode their shared climaxes out to completion.
True to what she'd been told, the moment Aria felt satisfied she'd made use of her new tool, it shrank out of existence and Adagio's gaped pink asshole drooled loads of runny horsespunk. “Thanks bitch,” said Aria with a spank of appreciation which made her sis's ass ripple. “Now, time to fuck me! You'd better not let me down, stud!” Ashen weakly nodded, as he lingered a moment to enjoy Adagio's cunt.
“Just...need a moment to recover,” said Ashen, who placed a final kiss on Dagi's lips.
“Mmm~. I think Sonata has some competition,” purred Adagio with a smile when she met his gaze.
“I appreciate intelligence, with, and maturity in a partner,” confessed Ashen, who still found himself reluctant to withdraw from her comforting confines. “Yet I like to think all mares and stallions have their own charms!” He nodded towards everyone in the spacious room, as he finally withdrew from her.
Gently, he placed her down, admittedly curious about Aria's more venomous charms, too. A stark contrast to the cheery and pleasant Sonata, with the charming but manipulative Adagio somewhere in the middle, all three of them effortlessly seductive, able to wrap any pony around their fingers!
Aria threw herself onto a bed, bent over in an unusually submissive position for her, and demanded, “Get that cock inside me already! And you better not cum before I do!” The lithe, athletic siren spread her buttcheeks open to expose her holes, and Ashen mounted and lined himself up with her twat.
He slipped into her, spread her open while her eyes widened, thankful that the sirens had taken a number of horsecocks before so they could handle him. Maybe he didn't match his father or brother in sheer size, but he was still more than respectable, and his horn more than made up for any difference!
Not to mention a romantic tenderness to his caresses and kisses, not usually what Aria would ask for, no matter how much she secretly coveted it. Gently, he cupped her chin to meet his snout when he took her. Tended to her perky breasts, her pert bottom, which carried its own allure compared to her sisters.
At the same time, he couldn't help but sneek an occasional peek around the room. His sister Cerise, Somnambula, and Sunset Shimmer, who somehow maneuvered themselves into a triple scissor situation, met with schlicks and slaps of supple flesh each time hips shifted and snatches slammed amidst slick and slimy slits. His brother Penumbra and father Sombra, the former buried in his wife Lily's ass and the latter in her cunt, most of their inhibitions drained away after the contest.
The insatiable Sonata, who slurped and swallowed the cum from Adagio's gaping fuckholes. A currently unattended Inky Rose fluttered over to devour Sonata's slutty orifices, as they formed a daisy chain. The room reeked of raw sex, while Ashen moved his hips in rhythm to draw out their pleasure.
“Not...bad...,” huffed Aria, her toned lean frame rocked by his movements.
“I aim to please,” he replied, as more caresses traced her cheek, chin, and throat, down her breastbone.
Aria hissed out each moan and demanded, “Which one of us has the best pussy? And be honest!”
Ashen wondered if it would be a trap, no matter what he said. Yet he spoke truly. “Well...yours is definitely the tighest,” he admitted, which rewarded his dick with an appreciative squeeze, its length tickled by her hot pink folds. “Adagio probably has the most skilled technique. The way she works it-”
“That's because she's the biggest whore. Her or Sonata,” she replied.
“You shouldn't speak that way about them. You're all precious to me.” He kissed her once more.
Aria felt her heart flutter and said, “Careful, I could fall in love with you, boytoy. I can be a real heartbreaker. And ballbreaker, too!” She slammed her cute little butt back to meet his thrusts.
He couldn'tt deny she carried an addictive enthusiasm of her own, sex like a competition to her, even when she was on the bottom. The kind of mare his father would likely appreciate even more, one that could challenge him! Gently, he pulled on her twin-tails, drove more harsh moans from her lips.
“Harder,” she snarled at him. “Almost...there...!”
He slammed harder into her, not usually one to so firmly take command, since he preferred to win by wit and charm, not brute force. Yet she squealed in appreciation at his sudden, harsher treatment. Each stroke worked more submissive wails from her, her pert buttocks clapped by the strike of his hips.
“Sh-shit! You bastard...!” Aria's verbal abuse, he realized, was often her way to 'compliment' people, as her holes constricted, his horn's aura used to help probe her asshole while her pussy milked his dick for all it was worth. He almost lost it, but held out a couple seconds before she wetly started to soak his crotch first, and with a moan of his own he also started to fire off into her womb, past a breached cervix. Her slimmer belly appeared to round even more than her sisters', as it overflowed with spunk.
Aria howled her moan and beat the bed with a balled up fist, her eyes rolled into her head, almost knocked out from the sheer intensity. “F-fucker!” Joyous tears filled her eyes as she drooled and shook.
Mischievously, he slapped his palms down onto her buttcheeks, which made her tighten up more with a loud crack and a girlish yelp from her. His actions worked more contractions from her, forcing her to endure multiple orgasms, which left her on the precipice of blacking out once more. Still, she valiantly endured, rewarded each time she squeezed with another rope of cum fired off into her fertile core.
Alas, it eventually came to an end, as their shared bliss started to taper off.
“Good stuff...asshole...,” sputtered a winded Aria, who slumped face-down, ass-up beneath him.
“Glad I was able to meet your expectations...bitch,” he teased with a wry smile, not usually one to use such language on a potential paramour. Her pussy gripped him once more, almost painful when it squeezed down, almost like she never wanted to let him go. “Sonata asked me to ruin all your holes-”
“Sure. We have all the time you need. Not like we'll need a job anymore after today.”
“Lots of blowjobs though,” chipped in Sonata, who'd taken a moment from eating out Adagio, and wiggled her wide bottom to meet Inky's snout which tended to her own pussy and asshole. “Speaking of which, sisters, we'd better help work poor little Ashy poo up for the next round!”
Adagio nodded and said, “We'll use our old technique. Excuse us, Inky.” She and Sonata slowly crawled on all fours over to meet Ashen, and their suspended breasts swung below them, each sway almost enough for their perky nipples to brush the carpet. Aria, who'd freed Ashen from her, pushed him to sit on the bed and knelt before him, moments before her sisters arrived and did the same.
Sonata, who'd began all this, took the lead when she wrapped her pouty lips around the flare of a horsecock still drenched in a mixture of his cum, precum, and her sister's slutty secretions. Adagio and Aria claimed the other sides, where their trio of tongues danced along his length, scooped up the juices and brushed between each other while they traced every vein that decorated his pulsing monstrosity. They encircled his medial ring, moaned and lewdly slurped as they delivered a sloppy triple blowjob.
He curled his fingers into their manes in appreciation, stared into their half-lidded eyes, their blush-stained faces which ooze a siren sensuality. All of them, ready and happy to take his cock on command. Which they no doubt would by day's end, when he set out to rearrange their tight assholes, too!
Parts of what the desert prince came here to do were a bust. Yet he'd claimed a much better prize!
The sisters bobbed their heads, Sonata to suck him off direly, while Adagio and Aria scooped up more precum that pulsed down his shaft each time his balls expanded. They were too good at this! Gasping, he couldn't hold back anymore and barely breathed a warning in time. They removed themselves but continued to stroke him together and stuck out their tongues, as more gooey cumshots rained free.
Pulse-after-pulse barraged their manes, faces, tongues, and titties, thoroughly marked by more of his splooge. They savored the taste and texture, the heat, pressure, and impact which was far more powerful than a human male, violently struck and hosed down while they panted like bitches in heat.
After he released his last shot, and his flare continued to drip, the sisters shared a three-way kiss where they swapped his cume between them, swished and chewed on the sticky treat, a meal the sirens had become addicted to. Their palms also rubbed his spunk into their skin with circles around their breasts.
“We're all yours~,” the three sang in unison, through mouthfuls of gargled horsespunk.
Ashen huffed his lean, chiseled musculature and reminded them, “You can visit my lands at any time. After all,” he nodded to Sunset, who Sombra, Penumbra, Inky, and Lily now helped fuck. “My father has taken quite a shine to your benefactor! I'm sure my entire family would appreciate a visit.”
A winded Cerise nodded, still eaten out by Sommy when she said, “Y-yeah! Don't be a stranger!” She shuddered and curled her thighs around the head of the pegasus, who feasted on her pussy.
With one last three-way kiss, the sirens swallowed his seed. Their skin shined with more of his cum, particularly the bare breasts they'd rubbed it into with love and lust. He'd fed them very well today.
Eventually, he lamented, their vacation would reach its zenith. Fortunately, he had a hunch the sirens would happily travel to participate in the fertility festival, and were they not able, why, he'd fetch them himself! Sunset, too! And anyone else from that strange human world she came from!
Until then...there was more work to do...
