Persuasion Devices

Faint specks of glittering sunlight fell over his aching head as Mark came to. Alone and lost in the sea of towering trees around him. Someone was singing somewhere, the song distant and approaching. A scattering of branches snapping underfoot. Sounds of something big and fast stomping the world tame, echoed in the clearing. And then it was silent. Still.

The beast could have died and Mark would never know. Whatever it was. The silence said nothing to prove otherwise and Mark allowed the moment to pass. He had better things to think about on his plate.

The human sat up, parts of him jiggling more than he remembered. But he felt normal enough. Besides the vertigo from the dimension-traveling that always hit him hard in the temples. And at least in this world, he remained human. A sign of good luck if he needed it. Massaging his forehead, Mark swore softly before he realized something was of. That his hand was much smaller and daintier than before.

They both were. Unfamiliar scars on his knuckles and an healing burn on his palms. Then he stared down at his clothes. At the long tan billowing skirt that swept down to his ankles and the white baker's apron tied around his waist. Then at the pair of ample pale breasts resting on his chest. The tight white button shirt with poofy sleeves emphasizing their size.

This was not what he paid for!

Mark threw his hands into his hair, grasping at the wild red curls in shock. He even had a long, looping braid, ribbons sown between the knots. Why does he even listen to Princess Cadance's suggestions anymore? He was right there when she picked it. "This looks like a romantic world, see the cute little fairies? It has this whole true love vibe going on." They were all designed to torment him. She and Celestia had to be in cahoots, creating plans to drive him insane. And where was that great vain mare? Even with out his precious equipment, he'd rut her into the ground for this trick!

Mark took a hold of his skirts and stood up, angrily glancing around for any sign of that mare. “Celestia,” he shouted, wincing at the echo that followed. “This world is a dud. I don't want to stay here as... a girl! You better show up before I find the seal and head back without you!” Stillness. “I'm serious!”

“To the forest!” A voice unseen sung, low and male. Not sounding in the least like Celestia. Mark glanced around, trying to spot whoever it was. Then came another, a deep-set female's. “To the forest!”

“Who said that? Show yourself!”

“The forest, oh so deep and oh so wild. The enchanted forest, where magic creeps, child. Maiden, pure and true, face not the forest! Give your heart not unto courage. Turn from this forest!”

Mark blinked slowly, walking closer to the source of the singing, pinching himself uselessly.

They were singing.

The trees themselves were singing.

“Is this happening right now?” Mark spun around, looking for some sanity. “Am in a Disney movie? This is what I get from taking travel locations from the princess of love. I can't believe-”

A deep and melodious male voice purred into his ear. “Boo.”

“Ah!” Mark leapt away in fright before tripping over the long hem of his skirts. “Ooft.” He groaned before looking up and locking eyes with the new form Celestia had taken.

She, now he, looked almost the same as she always did. Just more whimsical with tufts of silvery fur around her hooves. Wings sprinkled with flower petals and tips a splash of dreamy colors. Her coat gleamed faintly with a mystical glow. Somehow making her body more inviting to reach out to touch. Celestia's cutie mark was gone, as well as her royal crown, but she still retained that regal air.

No matter what she looked like, gender irrelevant, Mark always found himself breathless.

“It's this forest. The magic in the air. I think it's affecting me.” Celestia said, wiggling her snout. As a stallion, she was broader. Shoulders sharper. Curves straighten around her toned hips but she still a slickness to her. A slenderness that had him flushing red as his eyes roamed the back of her flanks.

“I heard you calling me and I couldn't resist to come after you. I knew it was you Mark but part of me came because I smelled something pure and untouched. I wanted it.”

“Are you calling me a virgin?” Mark exclaimed. “You are calling me, a virgin! That's it! Let's go right now.” The human patted his body, looking to find the magic seal to send them home. “As soon as I-”

Celestia bumped into him, pushing him back slightly.

“I want you, Mark.”

She did it again and the back of his shoulders met with the front of a tree. The winged unicorn's muzzle moved to his neck. Sniffing in his scent with a deep, shuddering inhale. “I want what's yours. That precious thing. Can you give it to me?” Mark stared. Celestia had never sounded so... enthralled. She moved from her place on his neck, moving her muzzle into his collar bone, a tongue sliding across the skin. Celestia's musk was in the air. Intoxicating. Relentlessly addictive. His legs felt weak. Something between his thighs tingled.

“No?” Why had he said it as a question? It should have been a definite no. There was no way he was allowing a stallion to plow him. He pushed Celestia away, stumbling out of her range of touch. “I want to head home. You said it yourself that you weren't thinking right. I uhh-”

“Let's play a game.” Celestia said over him, circling like a wolf to a deer. “A game of chasing.”

One of her wings brushed against his cheeks, soft and alluring. Despite himself, he gave in to the brief touch. “If I catch you, you surrender what is yours.” Another brushed against his breasts, the bony joints pressing against his nipples. A jolt of pleasure and that weird sensation tingled even more, his head hazy. “All that is yours.” Mark blushed and smacked her wing away. “If you find the seal or escape the forest, I will leave you be.”

“That sounds good. I mean, bad. Really bad. Or is it good? I'm not into this thing you got going on! Wait...” Mark coughed, his voice cracking. “I can do that but I don't want to leave you stuck running around the forest when I warp back. How are you going to know when I'm gone?”

“I'll know the same way I always do.” That wasn't much of an answer. “You may call me Cosmos for this game. Prince of the forest.” She turned her gaze onto him. “What do I call you,” Her voice was sultry and with just a hint of command. Mark swallowed his heart, praying to every deity to protect him from this devil. “Maiden.”

“Melinda.” He stuttered out. “I will escape you, prince!” He jabbed a finger at her. Cosmos only walked closer and took his finger into her mouth. Sucking long and hard on the digit before letting it go. A gasp escaped his girlish lips. Melinda paled, picked up his skirts and ran deep into the wood.

Cosmos's words floated on the wind, reaching his ears.

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

The maiden ran wildly down the hill, leaping over any logs or rocks in her way. Her leather boots thumped against the mud and stone, a rhythm in her footsteps. And the forest sung, mocking her in earnest morbid glee.

“For here is the Maiden, blessed and new.” A tree bellowed, the first in the song they kept screeching at her. “Unaware she's crossing to her doom. A pretty, young thing with bright, curly hair. A girl never seen as so fair. What flowers shall be laid at her grave? Who will remember the Maiden's name?”

“Not roses for her father is poor.” Another cried. “And will drink himself to the floor.”

“Not lilies because of the war.” A third voice, sobbing. “Many people lost, all destroyed.”

“Even the king with all his red rings won't leave a reed to mark her deed.” A forth, winding up all the others. “Even though he gave the royal decree. All virgins to the forest! Sacrifices for the chorus!”

“Oh, shut up already!” Melinda shouted. “I'm not even a real girl, you bastards!” She sprinted across a slow-moving stream and finally caught her breath. “I can't believe that worked.” The trees had gone silent, a stillness in the air. “I'm alive and unhurt. What I believe is true love~ Wait, am I singing!”

The maiden shook a fist, twirling on her heels so all trees could have a good look. Two birds showing their stuff. Before stopping once she realized trees didn't have eyes and couldn't offend by her rude hand gestures. “I can't believe I'm so-”

Back the way she came, the bushes parted as the prince of forest surveyed his land and spotted her. Their eyes met, Melinda stood spellbound as he made his way down the slope.

Her mind went blank.

Something in her heart making her body still.

These clothes felt so tight. And he, the prince was coming for her. Her alone. Why had she been running in the first place? Words screamed into her ears. Many words with many voices begging and pleading that she flee.

A single line stood out from the rest, making her blood run cold. “Another girl dies today-”

The beautiful winged unicorn turned gray and coarse, his wings shifting into skeletal ribs. A hellish thing of mist and ash. He bared his teeth as he approached swift, fangs glinting in the light. And those red eyes of his was still enchanting, demanding she wait. To feed his love. To feed his forest.

Melinda forced herself to bite her lip clean through, the pain freeing her from his lure. Then she fled, praying he wouldn't catch up. The forest grew darker around her, the songs reaching her heart.

She opened her mouth, “I didn't think this through! May god have mercy on this fool!”

“Don't be so shy, my maiden.” It was the prince. Somewhere out of sight. He didn't sing. He only talked, somehow more sinister than those creepy voices from the wood.

Stray light. Hard breaths.

“Why do you run? We should come together, you and I.”

Melinda ducked under a branch and crept into the hollow of a dark tree. She patted her arms. She examined her legs. There was no seal. No way for her to return home without-

“I will love you. Ignore the trees, they speak only lies.”

How the heck would he get Cosmos to come back to his sense without  gnawed on by a flesh-eating unicorn?

“Tell me your name. I will remember it like all the others.” His voice sounded closer.

The maiden pushed herself further into the tree and held her breath. Hooves clopped against the forest floor nearer than she liked. The hole was too small for him to get through. But if he could use magic the same way Celestia did... There had to be a chance to get the two of them out of this.

“Is it Melinda?”

Melinda bolted through the hole. The prince had been standing right outside, his face a twisted smile. She pivoted on her heels, narrowly avoiding the thrust of his horn. He'd been aiming for her heart. And so she ran, the prince not too far behind.

The maiden didn't want to think to hard on what this meant. He didn't want to only capture her. He was willing to chase his prey long into the darkness. To catch that moment where her feet would finally falter and her will ran out.

And that would be her chance, wouldn't it?

Melinda fell onto the wildflowers in a great glen where light still persisted. A spotlight beaming on her risky action. Her heart heaving in her chest.

The prince was upon her, gazing down at his prize. Cosmos stepped back, lowering his horn down to her shirt. The tip sliding between the two top buttons. A sigh of relief escaped her nervous form, louder than she would have liked. He pulled gently and the motion rippled through her shirt, popping the buttons right off and leaving her breasts bare.

Cosmos slid his tongue between the lush mounds, the sensation strange and exciting. Then moved to her nipples, blowing warm breathy air that made them perk up. The maiden groaned, squirming as she felt heat rise between her legs. The prince's tail wandered under her skirts, tugging them down and fiddling with parts she didn't want to acknowledge. Her hips shuddered, closing to stop the ethereal tendrils from playing with her. They wouldn't, pushing through the quivering thighs to stroke her hole. Melinda groaned, tears of pleasure around her eyes.

His own dick never made him feel like this.

Is this how Celestia felt when they had sex? Girls had a lot of fun, didn't they?

The prince was distracted, taking one bud into his mouth and nibbling it over and over. Ah... Do it harder, the words tried to escape his lips before he stuffed that confession deep inside. There was something he, he that was a man had to do. Her knees bumped together, shivering. The tail looped around one, then the other, lifting them up before spreading them apart. Cosmos moved between them, readying to position himself.

What about the plan? Activate the plan!

Melinda quickly grabbed his horn and pulled his head closer to hers.

“Celestia, I know you're in there somewhere.” Melinda said, her thumbs making circles on the horn. He saw the slight twitch that ran down Cosmos's body and knew Celestia was still a horn fiend. “I know you want my something. I'm not sure if you plan to eat after sleeping with me or after but I have a offer to make.” He tighten his grip. “You hear me?”

“What is your offer, oh maiden?”

“Is this Celestia?”

“It is her,” Cosmos snorted. “my-” The prince grew silently, seemingly wrestling with himself before- “my stallion. You are my stallion and-” His eyes turned purple, the rest of body shifting to a relative normal. “I win. Give me my prize.” Cosmos tried to pull away.

Melinda kept her grip. “I don't know when you'll go all psycho-bananas on me again so no. Stand there and get horny. I don't have my seal so you will have to send a distress call and-”

“It's right here.” Cosmos chuckled, sticking a hoof between Melinda's legs. “Don't worry, my stallion. I'll help you activate it. I'm well equipped.” His horn lit, producing a little ball of light. “First, we have to loosen you up.” The ball descended out of Melinda's view before he felt something pushing into the place where his cock used to be.

Melinda dropped her hands, breathless moaning as she grabbed the dirt for a hold. It shouldn't feel so weird...  and good. God, it felt fucking great. The ball drove inside of her, stretching her inner walls. Her lips parted and she came for the first time, the ecstasy spilling out all over her body as something wet ran down her legs.

“You lasted less than two seconds.”

“It's been a bad day for me.” Melinda said sarcastic. “I've been hot and bothered for a while, thanks.”

“We girls can do better than that.” Cosmos smiled, his magic levitating the maiden's body up. “What was it that you were going on and on about a couple weeks ago? Ah yes, sex positions. You didn't like being rode on all the time. You wanted to be on top. You started bothering Cadence about mirror worlds to change my form so you could have your fun.”

The prince laid on his back, spreading his wings out across the ground. His thick and long member dripping beads of cum. Cosmos lowered her over his thick shaft, rubbing the head into Melinda's pussy. The maiden groaned, grinding against it.

“Do you know how pretty you sound? Whimpering and moaning like a little kitten. My fiery little kitten. Such a sweet virgin you are. How does it feel, being made undone by my hooves?”

“Technically, not your hooves.”

“It's only a turn of phase.” Cosmos's dropped Melinda lower, the cock's head pressing against her entrance. “Like rutting.” The member pushed inside of her, the girth knocking the breath of her lungs. "Relax, it's going to feel so good. You'll love it. Won't be able to stand it." She gasped uselessly, gravity forcing her to take it in, inch by inch. Her legs jerked in the air, toes gradually reaching the warm underbelly of Cosmo's feathery fur. “I'm not rutting you, by the way.”

“That's. Because. I-mmm ru-tting you. You- Oh god,why is so big? I can't take it. How do- Fuck...”

Melinda forced air thought her nose, throwing her head back as it all went in. Her legs rested onto Cosmos, the cock throbbing inside of her. Every throb made her head blurry. “What interesting things you have on your chest? They look fun to play with.” His tail tangled around her waist before rounding around her breasts. He squeezing them, thinner strands flicking the nipples. “They remind me of teats but are so more plusher than them. We must find a way to keep them.”

“Stop.” Melinda moaned. “I need to think straight.” With a low smile, Cosmos eased his toying of her tits. She pushed herself forward, the cock brushing against knots and bundles of pleasure deep, deep inside of her. The maiden gripped Cosmos' fur, catching her breath for a few second before she lifted herself up slightly, the member sliding out of her before she slammed back down.

A cry ran out of her mouth, her head drowning in the noise and pleasure that was released. She rocked her hips, pushing herself up and down. "Ha! The virgin is fucking you." Melinda rolled her thighs, mouth falling open. "I can do it. I'm on top!" She squealed, ignoring how her voice mewled and withered to moans. The maiden rode the prince, eyes closing as another orgasm shook through her. Her feet curled. "Cosmos... I need-"

The prince snorted, pulling Melinda up by his tail. The hard cock sliding out of her with an audible pop. He placed her on her knees, thighs wide as he mounted her. The tip of his member rubbed against her clit, driving her insane as she got louder. "Stop teasing me, you fucker!" Then he penetrated her, thrusting inside with mighty grunt. "Fuck you!" Melinda arched, every thrust fucking her into the ground. She huffed, giving herself away. Submitting to the heat that burned her alive.

Sweet pain mixed with harsh pleasure, the maiden losing her mind as minutes passed.

Cosmos's wild thrusts slowed before his cock stiffen, spewing hotter than normal cum inside of her. Melinda gasped, feeling the cum fill her up. She wiggled her hips and dragged herself away, collapsing in a circle of peonies. On her back, the cum gushed out between her legs, coating her thighs with a white, gooey cream, and the maiden had nothing to say. Nothing besides-

"This didn't happen."

"Uh hun." The prince nodded, strutting right over her. "You still have that smell to you. I thought I took your virginity."

"Don't call it that! Virginity doesn't mean that much in the real world. Either you have it or you don't. Nobody cares."

"I care because it's you." Cosmos' chuckled and leaned down, kissing Melinda lightly. The maiden opened his lips and their tongues danced, saliva dripping between them. The prince moved from her. "Looks like I'm going to have to work my way to every hole of yours until we solve the problem. What do you say? Are you ready to be ravaged by a beast such as myself?"

Melinda blushed, becoming as red as her hair. "I'm pretty sure fairy tales aren't supposed to end like this. Where's the moral? Sex solves everything? That can't be it."

The prince's eyes gleamed, red taking over.

"I can be when I love you." He kissed her forehead and then transformed. His body fell apart, feathers and light shifting around him until a alabaster hand reached for her knee and another followed. The winged unicorn had become human, faint tattoos running down his handsome form. "My curse... I had to find a woman to marry but I slew all that came near me, unable to control myself. This must be fate. You are my promised bride. You will be my unicorn queen."

"Nope." Melinda pushed herself up, knocking Cosmos to the floor. "Nope. Celestia was right, sex does solve everything! This story will end with sex so fuck me, you ass! Fuck me so hard I warp home. Do it!"

And with vigorous sex, Melinda came and came and came until she came home.