Persuasion Devices

It was a very unusual morning in Canterlot Castle, so unusual that those she passed fumbled for the words that had to be on the tip of their tongues. Questions that they might have said to another, to a fellow pony, they held in their hearts, only watching. It was only morning. It was only unusual. And so, she was free to indulge in the distracting pastime of making her ponies worry. It was fine today. It, again, was only morning. They needed to loosen up, sometimes.

And still-

A very, very unusual morning in Canterlot Castle because as the guards switched with the early birds that had the day-shift, the servants promptly cleaning rooms and sweeping halls, the cooks tending to the hearth in the kitchens and breakfast plates were sent up and out to the many scholars, diplomats, students, nobility and residing guests that made the great castle their home, the morning was strangely incomplete. Offbeat, if one needed a word. Missing from the orderly cacophony of shouts, questions, demands and paperwork shuffling tirelessly was a set of golden-clad hooves making their rounds.

And she knew, they knew. Noticing on some subconscious level that Princess Celestia never was truly still. And even when she had to be out of sight, it would never, never be in such a room. Her presence here, not in the Grand Hall, not her personal chambers, and not even in the gardens, was an anomaly. A strange blip on all the years she'd been timed to the exact half-second, moving like clockwork to her destination, a mare bound to her schedule.

The alicorn sat alone in a narrow, tilted room perfect for small gatherings and moments spent brooding. She honestly hadn't gotten much use of it in the last two centuries, gathering-wise. Because of the angle the dining room had been built on, all the furniture that decorated this space was enchanted in some way. Or else, they'd slide a little short distance into a long, plummeting drop. Likely destroying the highlight of such a place.

It was the wide window that made the room come together, stretching from wall to wall, allowing a hidden view of the entrance grounds of the castle. She saw all here, her ponies scrambling below, their jumbled conversations fun to decipher and enjoy. And if they looked up carefully, knew of how the tinted glass of the window worked, they too would see everything as well.

Celestia rubbed a hoof on the teal sheet that adorned the table, her breath even, her wings tamed. On her side of the table, the teal sheet draped unevenly to the floor. Covering the legs of the table and her lower body quite cleverly. But on the other, the sheet was raised almost inappropriately high. A faint reflection in the glass revealing her long slender legs, her grand hips but teasingly hiding the top of her knees and hinting of her marehood. Entranced by the sight or perhaps emboldened by her alone time, Celestia pulled the sheet up slightly. Just enough to see her lady bits and Mark, her stallion, sitting between her legs.

“Remind me again,” Celestia said, leaning on the table with her hooves rubbing together. “why am I taking this gamble? Yes, this activity is risky and heart-pounding and full of the excitement like you promised but I wouldn't exactly be a princess if I couldn't see the obvious folly of it.”

“But yet you're here, waiting for me to have at you. Wanting to see it through.” Mark whispered against her thighs, the warm air so close that she shivered despite herself. “You said your ponies didn't see you as a sexual being outside wet dreams and poetry. I think they do and that they don't care what you do in your spare time. As long as you are upfront about it.”

“You don't know them like I know them, Mark. I've lived up to such many ideals for a very long time. The caring mother. The wise ruler. The virgin princess who wields both mercy and madness to strike at my foes. In the grand scheme of things, why not let them have something that makes their days a little easier?”

“And yet you're still here?”

“And yet I am still here because I don't gamble.” Celestia said, smiling to herself. “ If I lose, it will always be on my terms. You best remember that, Mark.” Her hooves fell to the table. “You may begin. I have this ridiculous meeting to attend to at nine-thirty and it's already eight. Fight for your beliefs, oh human.”

Celestia felt a line of kisses going down her right thigh, fingers hooking under the knee there and stroking the sensitive spot. Starting slow would not help his cause. She moved the leg away gently, delighting as Mark moved to the other one. With him distracted, she charmed the floor.

Tendrils made of mix-matched marble tiles wrapped around his legs, climbing up his body to hold him in place. Then with a flick of her horn, she pushed him into the center of her hips. His face pressing against her marehood. The scene caught on the glass, him struggling under her mischief, making her smile harder. The tendrils unhooked his belt and tugged down his pants and boxers, getting themselves familiar with his half-hard friend.

This little wager of theirs, described by her stallion as a 'tapping' contest was a test of endurance. Who would tap out first? Mark came up with numerous rules meant to make her lose at the start. First, there was the pair of rules that they both shared. Don't moan. Don't cry out. He was asking her to be as saintly as a statue. Then all the secondary rules. Don't leave evidence. Don't get caught. But it was really all of the punishments that came with every falling to obey the rules that caught her eye. Not that it matters anymore. Mark has already lost.

Her tendrils slithered around his growing member, pumping him. A few thinner ones went for his balls, caressing them. Celestia sniffed at the air, the heavy musk of him and her own fragrant smell mixing into something utterly erotic. She had lied to Mark. She had three mini-meetings to attend in less than five minutes. A council with Luna in ten. And there was nothing like a quick climax to start her day.

Mark wouldn't last that long. He'd tap out of his own free will.

The human's perfect little tongue played with her clit, folding and tugging on the pink bundle of nerves. Then it wandered, massaging tender folds and teasing her little hole. It didn't take long for her to get wet, for her breaths to slow and slow as she exhaled and exhaled. Her wings spread from their perch on her back, aimlessly rubbing against each other. Sending jolts of light pleasure to speed up her impending orgasm. Celestia's eyes fluttered shut, her hips rocking against Mark's head. Grinding against him as stray drops of her feminine fluid drizzled in spurts.

And despite herself, she moaned.

The punishment was immediate. Her own horn compelled into conjuring the garb that shouldn't be seen out of her deepest of sex dens. On her hind-legs, a pair of black fish-net stocking made themselves snug against her quivering flesh. Her hooves upon the floor lost their royal hoof-shoes, bare as the sun as tight fabric clawed up her heels, morphing into a set of stiletto boots.

Truly clever of Mark to get her to sign a magically binding contract before they started. For every moan, she had to wear something suggestive and obscene. Something that she couldn't easily smooth over with any of the inhabitants of the castle with a little white lie. It didn't matter, she convinced herself. She already gotten her orgasm and she would get up right about now-

“Sister,” A knock came at the door. “I've come to speak to you early.”

Celestia's hoof slammed on the table, the noise thundering as she winced in her foolishness. Why did Luna need to see her now? The alicorn glanced around for any imperfections. Any proof of her not simply enjoying some time alone. She pushed herself closer to the table, shoving her lower body out of sight and desperately balling up the sheet to cover the hem of the stockings on her waist.

The room! It stunk of sex!

The alicorn fanned her wings, setting loose a maelstrom that rattled everything that could clatter and clang. Celestia summoned a bottle of perfume, hardly reading the label before she spritzed it into the air. The smell was atrocious. Syrupy sweet with a cloying brimstone after-burn that stuck itself on the back of her throat. But before she could answer, before she could sent her darling and impressionable little sister away, Luna opened the door.

“Yes. Luna?” Celestia bleated, squeezing her thighs around the human to slow his ministrations. Instead, the teasing man started darting his tongue in and out of her special hole. The alicorn's mouth fell open, her hips thumping against the edge of the table with a poorly suppressed grunt.

“Another one of your whimsical rooms, sister?” Luna said, walking in to stand adjacent to the table, adjacent to the window that showed everything that was happening below the castle and under the belt. “I remember you being rather gaudy in the old days. Everything had to be gold or gilded or reforged with a golden gleam. It's nice to see that my absence for a thousand years made you reconsider the allure of silver and blue.”

“It's not-” Celestia shivered, slumping against the back of chair as her hips mindlessly quaked. “You think you have a better fashion sense than me? Gold goes with everything... Everything. And what do you mean another whimsical-” Her last words ended in a cry, a sneaky climax taking her by surprise. “Ahem.” She threw out, blushing to her core. “Couldn't we-

“You didn't have to get so loud about it, Celestia. I was merely just making an observation and some unscheduled small talk as the ponies say these days.” Luna stated, her wing brushing out and opening the door ajar. Her eyes roved over Celestia, curiously frowning. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” Celestia said a little too quickly, an eye twitching as her horn grew bright. “Nothing that concerns anyone really. Here I am-” The alicorn struggled for a word. “Meditating on some subjects that need more-” Luna blinked at her, waiting for her to finish. Celestia swallowed, biting on her lip. “more deliberation.”

“You are?”

“I am.” Celestia nodded sagely, shamelessly spritzing more perfume. “Could you do me a favor?” She hissed out, pressing a hoof against her head. “I need more time to deliberate so could you push back my appointments for about ten minutes? Yes, I'll need ten minutes.” She said more to herself. “Can you do that for me?”

Luna didn't respond. She stared at Celestia, stared at the table and stared at Celestia again. “That's a interesting perfume. Rather sweet, earthy and spice-laden and very, very unlike you.” Her sister said at last. “Who sent that to you?”

“Does it matter?” Celestia said. “Can you please see to those appointments? I wi-will repay you, I promise.”

Luna hummed her consent, back-pedaling out of the door. It slid shut under her sister's magical grip, remaining blue far, far longer than it should have after the mare walked away.

What was Luna up to?

But whatever thoughts she had flew out of her mind.

Her horn spewed aimless magic, shifting objects around the room into sex toys and aids. Dressers became dildos. Plates became collars. The very chair she was sitting became smooth, mechanical and vibrated, little nozzles sliding pass Mark and stimulating her clit. But this wasn't the punishment. The is was the penalty for letting Luna even have a suspension. She came again, the moans escaping her.

Celestia stood up, using the table as to hold herself as her fore-hooves became garbed in more fish-net stockings. Black boots on all her hooves, giving her the appearance of a sex fiend. Her horn kept on flickering as she spread out on the table, moaning to her pleasure. A stringy red thong slid between her cheeks. Her crown slipped from her head and morphed into a golden collar.

In the glass, she stared at the untamed mare staring back at her. At her arching body, at her trembling flesh. Mark followed her up from under the table, a finger entering and prepping her needy pussy. Then another, going further in and tapping against her inner walls.

“Do you tap out?” Mark said behind her, his free hands rubbing her luscious cheeks. “I switched your schedule around. Quite a few ponies will be making their way to have an audience with you. And they'll see you so sluttish. Begging like a whore to be fucked by me.”

“You cheated.” Celestia grumbled. “You cheated somehow.”

“Can you prove it?” Mark said, sliding a third finger in. “Do you even want to prove it?”

“No. No. Take me. Take me now!” She screeched, pushing her hips further back to ride his fingers. But the human took his heavenly fingers out and gave her a playful swat on the ass. “What are you doing? I order you to fuck me now!”

“Enjoying the show.” Mark said, his hands pressing her legs apart even more. “You're going to make me pay for this later, I just know it.” Then he sunk his cock inside of her, mounting her like a stallion always should. Celestia panted, meaningless high pitched grunts escaping her lips as she felt him go deeper and deeper. Then he slid back, pulling out half way. The head of his cock brushing against her g-spot.

She ignited in lust and pleasure, mouth falling open. Crooning. Crying. Pleading. Begging. The human pushed back in, relentless. He fucked her fast and rough, his hands gripping her hips to keep her place. She endured it, rocking back into the motion. Before she knew it, she had reached her limit. Celestia threw herself into Mark's thrusts, giving herself to the inevitable. It didn't matter where she was or who she was. She was just a mare and he was her stallion, satisfying her to the point she couldn't even remember her-

The door opened and Celestia blindly cast a wide-sweeping spell. The wide window opened and everything in the room, outside of herself, fell straight out. Ashamed, the gasps and cries of the ponies below remarking on such a sight on added more salt to her wounds. Her kinky apparel was also gone, spelled away. She remained rather nude without her royal garments and stood there, facing Luna and a fleet of Royal Guards.

“Look at her. Face red. Body suffering convulsions. Sweating massively.” Luna announced to the armored ponies, angrily pointing a hoof in her direction. “She's been poisoned!” She shouted. “How could any of you not notice?! Who knows what that poison was meant to do to her? How dare you all call yourself guards when you fail to even guard your princess's health. Did not hear her shrieks of madness. The terrible things she bellowed to all around?”

As Luna ranted, Celestia quietly opened the window. The human held on to the edge of the window's sil, grinning at her.

“I won.”

“You didn't win. You cheated.”

“But this-” Mark clicked his tongue, ignoring the rising amount of shouts from the ponies below. “Seems like you tapped out. We could've finished if you only told your sister-”

“Oh, shut up.”