Persuasion Devices

Of all the many things Mark could never understand about Princess Celestia, it was her fixation with his mouth and her horn that troubled him the most. Princess Celestia was a lovely mare. Her horn was not. So why did he have to 'make friends' with something that didn't need to be added to their completely fine sex life?

It only takes one impaling to get sent to the hospital.

“Say Mark,” Cute how she snuck a little command between her words like had to obey her. “what do you think of my horn?” Celestia said, a tiny smile no doubt sprinting across her face. Mark didn't bother to look, to turn over and confirm that yes, Celestia loved watching him squirm. He felt it; that coy smile pointed in his direction, the smugness that squeezed his lungs and the invisible tension of the room tightening around his throat.

This wasn't about the horn.

Allow him to rephrase that: It could be about the horn but it was never only about the horn.

This, that honey trap of a question and the timing, was likely about that tit-for-tat petty stunt he pulled at that conference in Manehatten. Which, in his defense, her frilly note in the hotel room, “Fresh cucumbers in the fridge, what are you waiting for?” looked a lot like, “Fresh cum here in the fridge, what are you waiting for?” But he knew Celestia. Knew that she was willing to wait days, even weeks to craft the perfect conditions to suit her plans. It was never about whatever the princess wanted right then, be it saddles, bondage or outdoors sex.

She didn't care about crossing personal lines drawn in the sand. It was all about location, location, location. Absolute victory. Absolute conquest in the bedroom. He imagined that in her mind the day when he caves to all of her kinks came with his tearful surrender and endless gratitude for all the time they spent together. And as much as he enjoying sleeping with Celestia, that day would never come on his watch.

But then again, it always came back to the horn. Always. Something he thought the wise and oh so experienced princess would have left for last. Him and the horn was not happening. Period.

The human forced a breath and gave a shrug, his own version of a white flag. Commonly interpreted as: He didn't know what she was talking about. Sometimes as: He didn't care what they were talking about. And if he added a hand making a lazy move, floating up over his locked shoulders: Couldn't they put this off until tomorrow. Or better yet, the day after that?

But that wasn't good enough. Not tonight. Not after the mind-blowing afterglow that made him more sluggish than usual, bones still aching after their last jump in the sack. If he had his wits together, he would've been in the bathroom right now and happily showering away any post-sex questions Celestia wanted to stab him with.

And like so envisioned, she then poked him in the shoulder. With her horn.

How childish was she? Mark continued to shrug, ever so carefully sliding a leg to hang over the edge of the bed. His big toe touched the cold marble floor and Mark wondered briefly if he could actually hope to outrun a magical pony princess.

Another night spent resting on expensive and now stained sheets, Mark had no idea which of the random and unused castle guestrooms he and Celestia humped their way into. He may never be ever to escape her in her own castle but avoiding this conversation had to be possible.

The human inched himself closer to edge, his mind desperately searching for the right combination of half-true lies to secure his exit. But his list of mental excuses up came shorter than usual. He'd already used some sort of variation of 'Early morning, tomorrow', 'I think I pulled a muscle', 'I got restless legs tonight, might kick you in your sleep', 'I only like sleeping in my own bed' all this week. In fact, he specifically told Celestia that his night and morning-after were completely clear!

Mark paused in his retreat, held captive by his own stupidity.

The door was right there and yet he couldn't just walk out and- Then came the unmistakable echoing exchange of lips and teeth smacking together. The mattress shifting slightly. And was followed by a quick, far too blatant gust of wind passing over him. All signs that proved the beginning of the end for the human. Princess Celestia had smiled harder. And got herself a little worked up too, her large quivering wing tips sending trembles to his side of the bed.

She planned this, didn't she?

The princess was on his left, conveniently out of view as she repeated the death-damning question.

“Say Mark,” She stated because they both knew this wasn't just a question, mirth and mischief bleeding into her voice. Her horn attempting to put a hole in him to the beat of each syllable she drew out. “What.” Poke. “Do.” Poke. “You.” Poke. “Think.” Poke. “About.” Poke. “My.” Poke. “Horn?” Mark could think about a thousand things about her horn. All of which that revolved around it not being in his mouth.

“I think it's fine.” He muttered, eyeing the set of clothes he left in a pile near the door.

It was a perfectly fine horn as long as she kept it away from him. The ball was now in Celestia's court. He didn't even know why she bothered. He could keep this conversation in a loop for hours. They've done this before, “Oh Mark, what do think of my horn?” “Fine.” “But what do you really think of my horn?” “Perfect.”

“What does fine mean?”

What did she want from him! Where was the stop button for this conversation? Abort! Abort!

“Fine means I don't engineer situations to twist your left hoof into sucking on my-” He snapped, rolling his eyes as he rode on this train to hell. “Little Mark.” The human crossed his arms, mentally screaming because fuck, she couldn't have this talk by herself. If he didn't anything, she would have gotten bored and moved on. Why couldn't he keep his little mouth shut?

He has to end this somehow.

“And consider this a lesson in Earth culture: When you want you casual sex partner to do a kinky favor for you, aim for you birthday or a holiday or create some big drama for them to do it Or at the very least, don't wait after sex to spring it on them.”

Goddamn, he only made it worse!

“So, you're saying that I should withhold sexual favors and wait a couple of arbitrary weeks to get a simple answer? What a unique and extraordinary human notion. I'll be sure to add that to history books. How does this sound: Humans exclusively use sex to manipulate their partners. They also have great stamina but extremely poor pillow talk. Mares beware. If you didn't want to answer, you could have-”

“Don't play dumb.” Mark pipped up, cringing on the inside. “You're not being cute.”

Celestia sighed. “You're not giving it a chance. You never give it a chance.”

Mark turned over, giving the princess his undivided attention. “Sometimes, you forget.” He said softly, his eyes looking anywhere else but her face. “A few seconds ago, you forgot that I wasn't one of your little ponies and you tried the whole princess thing on me. Browbeating doesn't work if I can't give a damn in the first place. I'm not a pony or a unicorn. I don't get what the horn means or does outside of some sparkle sparkle and pointy stabby death.”

He glanced at Celestia's horn, calculating the inches that thing was packing and the fact that it was still pretty pointy-looking. “Even if I was somehow banging a shark mermaid queen or a bodacious porcupine empress, I still wouldn't let them put any of their extra spiky appendages into my body.”

Celestia didn't smile or give another sigh. She giggled, a delightful chiming sound that made his insides feel like puddy. And then she giggled again, giving him a wily wink. He just confirmed something for her, didn't he?

“Why are you laughing?”

“You are very lucky that I got to you first out of the female rulers I know.” Celestia moved a hoof over her mouth, her body still shaking from the occasional giggle. “A certain changing queen I know practically eats her boy-toys for lunch. All this huffing and puffing over one little feature.”

The alicorn's wings twitched as they unfurled from her back, expanding to their full length. She liked seeing him like this, didn't she?

“You have much to learn about getting involved with a member of a different species. Never mind, a being of my caliber.”

Celestia's horn glowed and she teleported with a flash. Less than a second, she reappeared over top of him and pushed him onto his back. The sheets he had over his naked form was spelled away and the alicorn made herself comfortable, her full and glorious ass sitting on top of his crotch.

“What are you doing? Didn't you have a thing to be running off to?” Mark rambled, considering how rare it was for Celestia to be staying longer than twenty minutes after sex. He wouldn't be trained by her! Bits and pieces of her schedule for this month flew into his mind. “Some ceremony in downtown Canterlot that required your attendance?”

“Oh, I've already made plans in the occasion that I couldn't make it. Luna has been demanding more duties as of late and I need the free time.” She waved off his complaints, her voice growing husky and tender. “You're my stallion, Mark. I have to educate you on proper protocol through physical prompts-” She wigged her ass, temping him into another hot and sexy round. “as to why-” A quick peck on the nose. “-you should always, always give thorough treatment to a unicorn's horn. It could change many lives, my stallion.”

Her wings flapped as she readjusted her position, spreading her hindquarters to straddle his waist and giving him the finest view of the happiest place in Equestria. Then she began to grind up and down his lower waist, waking Little Mark from his well-deserved nap. It didn't take long for his skin and her fur to get slick with sweat and fluids, increasing the speed of Celestia's precise thrusts and the sounds of the bed rocking in unison.

“First off, a unicorn's horn is not as sensitive as common notions tend to portray them.” She started off, the lewd and noisy sounds of her thighs rubbing, squelching, and the creaking of the bed a contrast to the teacher tone she adopted. Mark rocked his hips into her. Trying to see if he could get her to stammer. “They can become sensitive but on a daily basis, they are not!” So close.

The great vain mare was so full of it in every aspect of her life except sex. And even in sex, the human couldn't shake the feeling that he was being led by the nose. Worse still, he liked it.

“How could any unicorn function if their horns caused abrupt, vocal orgasms if they fell face first into a wall or any other hard surface? Horns respond to the unicorn's emotions. In a way, they tend to create a feed-back loop. If say a unicorn is aroused-”

“-the unicorn becomes horny.” Mark finished for her, moving his hands to caress her hips.

He slid his palms over her plump rear, squeezing and gripping as the alicorn shuddered on top of him.  Covered in her sweet juices, Little Mark grew big and hard and demanded some traveling money. With a bit of strength, he sat up and maneuvered Celestia into pressing flush against him. Little Mark got to be frisked by the travel agency.

His cock slid between her soaked pussy folds, tapping oh so politely on the little pink doorbell that had Celestia apparently forgetting that she had a whole speech she was pushing.

“But if it was meant to be played with during sex,” Mark said, grinning like a manic. The alicorn held onto him, sprinkling his neck with sloppy kisses while she grunted like a bitch in heat. “Why would it be in such an awkward spot?”

“Foreplay,” She stuttered out, repeating the word like a broken record. Her hips went wild as their bodies slapped together, liquid warmth spilling down their tangled legs. “-my dear Mark. And don't worry, it goes both ways.”

Taking him by surprise, she kissed him and like always, they fought. Tongues clashing, lips swelling as they chased the pleasure of their mouths intertwined. If only they didn't need air... Celestia pulled away first, her magenta eyes clouded into lust-dark purple. “For just tonight, why don't you give me the honor of being your first horn?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He mumbled, using his freed hand to stroke himself. “Just this once, okay?”

Princess Celestia backed away, making enough space between them, safely presenting her horn. The human still kept his unease. What if it could sprout wings and attack? A faint spark of golden light fizzled out of the dulled nub that was placed in front of him. Hadn't it been more scary-looking?

Mark swallowed, his mind reaching a blank.

“What do I call it?” He said, an attempt to break the silence over them. And the silence in his own head. Where had all his complaints gone? Yes, he didn't want that horn in his mouth but that wasn't just a horn. It was Celestia's horn. Celestia incarnate.

“Whatever you want.” The alicorn whispered, her voice amused. “It can't bite like somepony I know.”

That joke was terrible. He's still wearing the collar to cover that little accidental love-nibble of hers.

Mark gave a faint grin. “Then I should call it, Little Princess for my big princess, shouldn't I?” He leaned closer, his warm breath misting over the bony appendage. Celestia shivered, her wings arching to the ceiling with a wanton moan escaping her parted lips.

Up close, it didn't seem as long or as big. Just another part of Celestia he hadn't claimed yet. And taking his time, his tongue made contact with the little nub and as if he stepped on live wire, his body was electrified in lust.

The human recoiled, bumping into the head rest of the bed. His eyes blurred, the strange taste of the alicorn's horn and magic undefinable. A tangy honey? A bitter melon? And the endless lust that pulsated in his veins kick-started Little Mark making some cream a little early. “What was that?” He said, blinking as the sensation faded as quickly as it appeared.

“A unicorn's horn never really stops collecting or directing the pony's innate magic.” The alicorn explained, her eyes closed and face flushing from the brief moment. “And the magic will always come back to the unicorn. Even if it's directed through another body.” She purred. “Again, a feed-back loop. A sensual, sexy, intimate and important for unicorns, feed-back loop.”

“I u-uh... Let me have one more try.”

Mark sat back up, taking a long, savoring lick down the side of her horn. The magic poured into his system, overloading his pleasure center. Flicking switches on parts he didn't know turned him on. His cock swelled bigger than before, agonizingly rutting the empty space in front of him. His body arched, succumbing to the instincts and impulses eating all his thoughts. He didn't like horns. He hated horns. It was the damned horn. Why couldn't he stop?

A sudden orgasm swept over him, his complaints lost. He came, squirting white jets of hot cum across the bed. The jizz splattered onto the underbelly of Celestia who crooned, her hips gravitating as she climaxed right after him. Her body buckled, thighs clenching, as she soaked the mattress with a second orgasm.

It felt so good, so right.

He kept on licking, spreading his saliva around half of her horn's length. The magic surged straight for his soft dick, making it rise once more at full mast. Celestia felt so far away, yet so close. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her long and hard until the bed springs broke. To spread her pretty white thighs and fuck the words and tricks out of her smiling cock-guzzling lips. And yet, he vaguely knew she was a few feet away but Little Mark couldn't tell the difference. Making do with the goddamn sheets, he drilled the mattress. The human rocked his hips, a wave of doled out pleasure given for every worshiping touch guiding him along.

It was so fucking hard to concentrate and his body felt so good, so right.

His eyelids lowered just a fraction from closing completely, his ratty breaths rough and hoarse. Celestia moaned, her hoof vanishing out of sight as the tip sparkled and fizzled brighter than before. She stroked herself, her pussy gleaming under the sweet juice that poured out by the bucket load. His eyes widened,  mind finally clearing. He remembered the part of Celestia he liked and the part he didn't.

This was-

Why hadn't they done this before?

This was interesting.

He wrapped his hands around the base of her horn, stroking, as he angled it closer. Then he took the tip in. Sucking. Swiveling his tongue around it. The alicorn cried out, the bed roaring as she writhed under his control. Pain and pleasure pooled in the middle of his balls, his cock weeping cum as he struggled to keep a clear head. Mark milked the horn, his body bucking against the air with Little Mark ready to fire again.

The human pulled away. Small kisses given to her horn as he waited for her shouts to ebb into needy whimpers. “Is this how you like it?” He gloated, his voice shaky, slithering a tongue up and down. Celestia grunted, her hips aimlessly humping the bed spread. Mark moved a knee and helped her out, enjoying the stench of her sex filling the room and heat and sweet juices sinking into sheets. “Is this what you want? To be unmade by your own lust and magic? I can give you all that you want. But I need something from you.”

“Anything, my stallion.” Celestia breathed out. “I submit. I surrender.”

“Let me cum on your face.” He said, leaning closer to her as he tilted her horn up into the air, still rubbing. “Why aren't you aren't you saying anything?”

“We've-” The alicorn groaned, “We've talked about that. No-”

“Nothing gets into your face.” Mark recited. “I know. You know. But I didn't that rule applies now that I'm giving you a horn job. And it seems-” He pulled the horn down and pressed his lips against it, letting his tongue dart in and out against the spiral surface. “I can handle the feed-back a lot better than you. You want me to finish?”

Celestia nodded, a faint something resting on her face. He couldn't tell if it was a smile or frown.

“Then let me cum on your face.” And at those words, Mark released his hands. “Or,” He added. “You can repeat these simple magic words of my choosing and I'll finish you up. How's that sound?”

“Either let you make a mess that would take too far long to clean or say something incriminating without a single promise from you doing what you said.” Celestia said, tapping her chin. “I'm going to take the third option.”

“Third option?”

Celestia's horn lit, her magical grip spreading across Mark's body. She contorted him into bending forward into his lap and angled his own cock for his face. The alicorn wrapped her hooves around Little Mark, tricking his poor and undeserving dick into betraying him.

“Any last words?”

“By doing this, I'll never willingly touch your horn again.” Mark said, his voice cracking as his cock stiffened, ready to blow. “I swear to god, I won't. I was just kidding earlier. Honest.”

“Time is always on my side, my stallion.” Celestia tittered, her eyes crinkling at the sides. “I'll make a horn-lover out of you yet!”

Mark came, convulsing as Celestia pumped every last drop out of him. Closing his eyes at the last second, the hot sticky man juice painted his face, dripping cooling spoge down his cheeks and parts of his hair like he lost a bet to a hot glue gun. He couldn't see. Couldn't risk getting his own jizz into his eyes. He felt Celestia smile, that same smugness filling the air. It never left, did it?

“Is this for Manehatten?”

“How did you ever guess?” She giggled, the great vain mare.

Her hoof wiped the cum off the sides of his face, lips delivering small pecks as she got her eyeful. He grinned and she kissed him, soundly and absolutely. Tonight, she'd won. But tomorrow...