Persuasion Devices

by Glitter Grenade

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Drama, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 12583

The kink-driven quest of a human learning to love horns. Princess Celestia approves.

The kink-driven quest of a human learning to love horns.

Princess Celestia approves.

This is a set of crack-a-latic one-shots that revolve around the sexual shenanigans of Mark and Princess Celestia.

Check the first comment for a list of kinks now playing.

Some chapters will have continuity between them while the rest will focus on the kink. Feel free to read out of order (outside the paired chapters) and have fun.

Published 2015-08-19 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-22 16:30:55 UTC

Kinky Mare Seeks Horn-Lover

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...

Oral Are You Waiting For

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.”

Melinda and The Unicorn

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.

Welcome To The Land of Titties

Mark winced as he stood up, cupping his hands over his eyes to shield them from the dusky, blinding sunset. Blinking hard, he stumbled forward. On the look out for a certain white mare who was later than he thought. Supposedly right behind him as she finished up making fun of all the time he spent making this trip possible to Princess Cadance. She didn't believe him when he said they were limited in sexual positions. That sometimes he'd like to be on top and not be rode like on a tilt-and-whirl machine. And if he couldn't convince her in Equestria, finding a close substitute to Earth would have to do.

But not that high school world.

Never again would he go to that high school world.

He shook his head to knock out the vertigo of dimension traveling, warding away the headache that wanted to ruin the happy start of his vacation. And well, there was no point in making effort to come here if she'd chickened out. Mark still saw no sight of her and safely alone, made a few chicken sounds before he winced again.

The hot summer sand felt exciting on his bare feet, clinging to the back of his soles. The shoes he had before the jump gone. Sounds of the shore, waves crashing against the sandy coast a surprise. And more than that, his researched spell cast by Celestia had worked! He'd remained human despite their travel through the crystal mirror. Today, he would be teaching the great vain mare all the joy that could be found in two-legged positions!

A vortex of light appeared in front of him, spreading out into a oval shape as a bikini-clad body flew straight into him. The pair tumbled across the sand, whirling together until the woman, according to the large breasts now resting on his face, slowed them to a stop. Well, she was human where it counted. Celestia lifted herself slightly off him, letting her thinly covered tits hover over his face.

“Huh. So I have these too.” She said, moving off and sitting on the sand, grasping them in her hand. “They feel squishy.” The mare played with them, using her new fingers to stroke her nipples. “But I think I liked them better when you had them, Mark.”

“Shut up.” He sputtered. “I have no idea what you are talking about. We agreed it never happened. I gave my innocence to you! Doesn't that mean anything?”

“I wish to take your innocence again. And again and again.” Celestia said wistfully, leering at him. “Your freckles are cuter when you're a girl.”

“La-la-la. Not listening!”

Mark got up, walking around the mare and sat down, scooting close to her. His hands moved to her breasts, grasping them against her hands. “Barring the fact I got to have an experience of having boobs,  I think you're writing off your treasures a little too hasty.” He said, giving a quick kiss to Celestia's neck.

“As...” Mark thought about her form. She had arms and legs but they were the wrong color, something that only ponies had in their natural palette. And she still had her muzzle, wings, tail and that horn of hers. “a human.” He went on regardless. “Tits that you have are a important part of our foreplay.”

The human began kneading her warm flesh, studying Celestia carefully. The mare took his ministrations with a deep sigh, leaning into him as his hands roamed her mounds. “Everyone goes for the nipples first but you-” He rubbed his thumbs around her areola, watching as the skin began to contract and her buds blooming, poking through the yellow fabric. “should leave them last.”

“Mmh.” Celestia groaned, her mouth opening. “When do you touch them?” Her thighs rubbed together, fingers tapping against the sand.

“When you know she's ready.” He pulled the string holding her breasts in place and took the bikini top of her. “It's all about texture. Rubbing her with your thumbs feels different when you do it with your palms. She'll get all fussy.” Celestia lightly swatted at him with her tail, hitting him upside the head. “I bet you're feeling all sort of things down there. Those bottoms clinging to your clit, trying to adsorb the girl juice you're making. You want some action right now, don't you?”

Celestia huffed, smacking him again.

He took her tits and squeezing her nipples, pulling them gently before doing the same again and again. Her knees wobbled, breath growing faint as soft moans left her pleading lips. Then he twisted them, keeping his grip on the nubs as he made a circle in the air with them. Celestia arched against him, her thighs parting as she came.

“It works for some girls. Did you like it?”

“It was surprisingly enjoyable.” She breathed, turning her head slightly to press a kiss against his chin. “Can you get on top of me, I want to try something myself.”

Mark got up and watched as Celestia laid back on the sand, her perky breasts clapping together from the movement. He moved for thighs, ready to reach out and unhook the bikini bottom's string before she stopped him. “Not there.” She gestured to her tits. “Here.” The human sat on her waist, sliding up her slender toned body to her chest. The mare reached out and pulled down his swim trunks, freeing his Little Mark.

“I think this is a little advanced for you.” He grinned, getting a clear picture as to what Celestia wanted to do. “I might cum in your face. Isn't that a bit risky.?”

“We're not in the castle so I'm more charitable to that idea, yes.”

Mark slid his tongue between her breasts, lubricating the skin there with his saliva. He had a thought. Next time, they should bring a full sex kit. All manner of toys and lubes to get the full benefits of having a mostly human body. Then he worked his cock, rubbing out drops of pre-cum there.

“Ready?”

Celestia nodded, pushing her breasts together. Mark started off slowly, pushing his cock through the valley of curves and tits. The way his member felt, the sweat and spit and cum easing his way in, it was un-describable. So hot and soft. Her breasts were perfect. Then he pulled out before pushing right back in, faster than before. He panted, his hands moving to grip the top of her breasts as a hand-hold. Celestia moaned, her tongue sliding across her dry lips.

Gradually, he picked up a speed. Sliding back and forth through her mounds, his cock growing harder and harder. It dripped more cum, increasing the thrusts he began to give. Celestia pressed her breasts harder, writhing under him. Mark paid her no mind, taking in needy gasps of air as he grunted along. Then she pushed her nipples into his cock, the sensation surprising cries from both of them. Mark pounded harder, feeling the end was near.

He closed his eyes, ready to release all over her face until she sat up. His eyes flew open as his back hit the sand. Celestia slid her breasts between her shaft, his cock ridged and oozing jizz. He couldn't hold it back, he came, rocking his hips as he squirted hot cum upwards. The mare smiled, lifting up so her breasts could received the full blast. The cum fell onto her tits, painting them whiter than before as they ran down her chest. A few stray hits made it to her chin, some reaching her lips.

“That was excellent, my stallion.” Celestia purred, using two fingers to bring the jizz on her chin to her mouth, sucking on the two digits. “Maybe, you do have a point. We couldn't have done this if I was in my typical form. But~” The mare spread her wings. “I can't but feel that this really only benefits you in the long run. I wanted to see what you would turn into here.”

“You are a sadistic mare. You know exactly what happens. Domming me at home isn't enough for you?”

“There's never enough of you.” Celestia stated. Mark turned his head and blushed in the sand. “I can see your freckles better when you blush, Mark. Don't hide them for me or I'll force you to lick me clean.”

“Make me.”

“My pleasure.”

After they finished up, “Oh dear god, Celestia. I need some water to clean my mouth!” they headed into the town they saw down the shore. Celestia made some suggestions as to where they were in this alternate Equestria. A hidden beach in Vanhoover or some private estate in Las Pegasus. It was strange that they were the only beach-goers, the place was empty and still beside the sounds of their padding feet.

Mark eyed the sky, still red and caught in that sunset glow. He blinked. Shouldn't it have set by now?

Reaching the main street, the human's jaw dropped. There were mares everywhere, all with unbelievable giant tits bobbing wildly as they walked by. He glanced at Celestia's. They made hers look like A-cups! A jogger passed them, tight shorts and top with her titties slapping against her waist. A mailmare flew by, her watermelon mammaries ready to pop out of her uniform.

Celestia elbowed him. Mark coughed, “Yours are perfectly fine, dear.”

“Not that.” She glared, shaking her head. “I just got these. There's no emotional attachment to them. You can look and touch where you please. But isn't there something wrong here?”

Mark glanced around. The mares were plentiful, a couple of stallions standing around enjoying the same action that had him half-hard. But the town seemed stagnant somehow. Even more, not he would actually want them around, he didn't see a single foal.

“Let's try a restaurant to talk to some locals. Besides, I need some damn water to clean my mouth.” Celestia still had that look on her face. “When in Rome, do what the Romans do. Don't think so hard about it. We're only visiting.”

Celestia grunted. He hoped that was a yes.

Into the first restaurant they saw, a chain-restaurant of sorts that promised haybacon burgers free for everyone inside with every filling of the tip jar. Ponies filled the tables, chowing down on some good-looking grub. They sat next to the counter, Mark ordering water with Celestia looking at their appetizers. She picked breakfast for the both of them, scrambled eggs with haybacon and a side of waffles for herself.

“Can you really pay for that? My pockets were empty when I got here.”

Celestia arched a eyebrow, pulling out forty bits from a place he didn't know. “I have enough to cover it but the board only lists the food. It doesn't say anything about the prices.”

Mark shrugged and they ate, enjoying the fast made meal. The stallion who took their order circled back, leaning on the counter.

“Bits please.”

“Certainly.” Celestia placed the coins down. “You can keep the tip.”

The stallion looked at her sideways. “You must them newcomers from over um, Duskdale. The big cheese finally said we can go where we please after getting worked up over that assassination attempt, huh? I can tell by your tits.” He reasoned. “You're money's no good here. We only take organic goods. The queen won't let us sell for anything else.”

“Organic goods?” Mark said. “What does that mean?”

The stallion tapped his knuckles against the counter. Mark heard the sounds of mechanical whirling before metal claws clamped around their legs and arms. A mechanical arm pulled his trunks down, a plastic cup leading to a tube following after it. It pushed itself on his cock, something pricking the head of member. The heat that rushed through him was unbearable. His cock quickly swelled as the the arm began stroking the base, extended fingers playing with his balls.

Celestia had been stripped of her top as two needle came out of the slot on the counter, injecting a pink substance into her nipples. Her wings flared. “What do you think you're doing!” Two plastic cups situated themselves on her breasts, the suction pushing her forward. Celestia closed her eyes, a low moan sliding from her mouth. A dribble of milk flowed from her nipples, drunk by the machine. Then more and more milk, a stream of white liquid escaping her tits.

Mark panted as his cock was milked, every forced drop of cum gulped down.

The mare opened her eyes with something on her face he hadn't seen before. Her eyebrows were arched in anger, lips flatten into a straight line but the color of her cheeks, the blood that filled them. He never seen her do that before. She turned her head slightly, glancing at the other patrons that watched them. Lust in the air as they stroked themselves, enjoying the show. Mark watched as she flinched in response, her face growing redder. Celestia wasn't horny. She was embarrassed!

Ignoring the pain in his balls, he bumped his shoulder against hers, catching her attention. She looked at him, a mess on her face as she rode the pleasure that had her huffing and furious. There was nothing he could say right now. Nothing that could make her feel better. She always had a complex about her ponies and these ones still counted to her. They shouldn't see her like this. Mark forced a hand out, colliding it with hers.

They held hands as they climaxed together.

After paying their tab, Celestia dragged him through the streets until she threw him against a alleyway. Finally able to get a word in, he couldn't resist a joke. “How virgin of you to get so worked up by a little public exhibition?”

Celestia stared at him before pushing him between her breasts. Since the injection, they grew two sizes bigger and made twice the milk. All sort of things flew into his mind, consumed by the way her bikini top grew damp and heavy. “It not about that. It's about that insult. I always have intimate indiscretions on my own terms. No one gets to paw at me unless I want it. It's my body. It's my right. That foolish stallion should have explained this before we ate. We would never stayed there if I knew.”

He pulled himself from her mounds, catching her eyes watering. “Celestia,” He angled her head down and kissed her. “you're the sexiest, kinkiest mare I know but even you have bad days. This is one of them. Don't get so worked up about it.”

“But I'm-”

He kissed her again, harder this time. “Look over there.” On the other side of the alley, there was a gathering of ponies attending a protest of sorts. “So many ponies that could catch us going at it. Watching me fuck you into the dirty ground. Stripping you naked. Hearing you beg for more.” His hands wandered to her bottom, brushing against the stiff clit inside of the bikini. “You're wet down here. Why?”

“I don't want anyone to see me.”

“That's not true.” He stuck a knee between her thighs, grinding it against her cunt. “I think the idea of it excites you but you want it to be on your terms, right? Then do it. Let's have loud, noisy sex in a place any of them could spot us. Spot you being a normal mare.”

“Mark.” He moved to her breasts, tugging off the bikini strings. The human took in a nipple, sucking the fresh milk that leaked from them. “Mark..” He took a hold of the other, pumping the milk to run down their bodies. “Oh, Mark-” Celestia grabbed him and pushed him to the floor.

She took off his trunks and her last bit of clothing, throwing them out of sight. Her breasts swallowed his cock, placing it in a pillowy heaven. His member hardened. Ready to serve his princess. The mare perched over him, giving him a full view of her perfect pussy before she dropped, taking him all in with one move. Hilted inside of her, Celestia pounded up and down, roughly having her fun.

He fought to keep up with her, his knees giving him leverage to change the position slightly. Her titties flopped into his face and licked them, serenaded by window-shattering shouts Celestia gave. Throwing all of her power into her lungs.

The ponies in the protest had to have noticed if they weren't deaf but Mark didn't focus on that. He'd been carrying Celestia's fat ass for months, gradually gaining the strength to move her around. Still inside her, he hooked his arms around her knees and lifted her up. The mare fell into his chest, her cries  turning into a loud, violent exhale as he walked them against a wall, pressing her against it. With this new angle, he fucked her senseless. Free finally because he was on top!

The mare cried out, her pussy clenching all around him. Mark grinned and proceed to fuck her harder. Her breasts bounced against him, slapping his skin. At the very last moment before his dick shot inside of her, Celestia grabbed his head and smashed their lips together.

This was her way of saying thank you.