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Unicorn
by Jadben Veldben (no address provided)

***

And while it is true that no hunter can catch a 
unicorn, and that only a female virgin of the most 
pure and chaste variety will be able to lure one to 
herself, all is not quite as it seems. The unicorn 
will indeed approach the maiden, and lay its head in 
her lap, but then events will take an unexpected turn. 
(F/beast, magic, preg)

***

Author's Note: The unicorn's horn is imbued with many 
magical properties, including the ability to heal 
wounds with a touch, to purify polluted waters, and 
intensify the love a couples who should happen to espy 
one. The horn is also a fearsome weapon in battle, 
with packs of wolves easily slain by the unicorn, and 
even the great dragons bested on occasion. It is also 
thought that drinking a potion of ground unicorn horn 
will give potency and virility to a man, for it is 
apparently a curious fact that all unicorns are male.

***

Wissa stood in the forest, the hunters behind her. 
While she knew the ways of a man with a woman, she had 
never been with a man, and indeed had never even 
kissed one, not counting her papa. She also knew why 
she was there, and why the hunters were there. They 
were hunting unicorn, to kill it and take its horn, 
which would be sold for a fortune. Her parents had 
been paid a substantial fee for her accompanying the 
hunters, and she had acquiesced, for the money would 
make life much easier for a long time to come.

But, during their trek through the forest, to a place 
where a unicorn was supposed to live, she had listened 
to the tales the hunters told. Tales of how beautiful 
the unicorn was, and the magical things it could do. 
Wissa had resolved that, if she could, she would warn 
the unicorn away from the hunters.

As the party entered the deep brush, the hunters 
spread out slightly, still keeping in sight of one 
another, but covering the greatest possible ground, 
looking for signs of the unicorn. Shortly, one man 
shouted-he'd found fairly fresh tracks. They followed 
the tracks to a small pool, formed by a spring 
bubbling up from the ground. So the hunters prepared a 
place for Wissa and she sat down, preparing for the 
wait. The hunters dispersed themselves around the 
area, and readied themselves.

Several hours passed, with no sign of the unicorn. 
Wissa grew uncomfortable, and then she finally stood, 
telling the head hunter that she had to go relieve 
herself. He agreed, and sent her away from the pool. 
Wissa went a short distance and found a convenient 
bush.

Just as she finished, she looked up. There was the 
unicorn, staring at her! Wissa was almost overcome by 
the sheer beauty of the unicorn. He tossed his head at 
her, then turned away. After a few paces he stopped, 
turned, and repeated the movement. "He must want me to 
follow him," she thought. So she rose, and followed 
after.

The unicorn silently led her deeper into the forest. 
Wissa followed for near a half-mile. He led her to a 
secluded glade, with a large pool of water, with a 
small waterfall trickling into it. There the unicorn 
stopped to drink, so Wissa did too. After satiating 
their thirst, the unicorn moved toward the edge of the 
clearing, and knelt. Wissa thought she should kneel, 
too, and did so, a few feet from the 'corn.

Wissa watched as the unicorn shuffled closer to her, 
and laid its head in her lap. Wissa felt a wave of 
emotion wash through her, settling in the vicinity of 
her pussy. For some reason, she had not tucked her 
skirts under her legs as she sat, so when the unicorn 
suddenly moved them up towards her waist, she was 
taken by surprise. But its hot breath on her bare 
cunt-lips felt too wonderful for her to complain, or 
to readjust her skirts.

As it began to nibble at the folds between her legs, 
the unicorn`s flexible lips sent waves of pleasure 
through Wissa. Her juices started to flow, and were 
eagerly licked up by the unicorn's long tongue. As it 
caressed her throbbing clit, Wissa began to lean back, 
and her hands unavoidable reached up to find her 
nipples, hard nubs on her well-formed chest. She 
pinched them through the fabric. They grew harder 
still. 

As the unicorn started to thrust its tongue into her 
love canal, Wissa pulled down her décolletage, and 
fondled her breasts directly, without heavy fabric 
interfering with any of the wonderful sensations. As 
the unicorn lounge plunged in and out of her, Wissa 
began to shake with the force of her impending orgasm. 

Her hips began to buck, and her come spilled out of 
her cunt. The juices were swallowed by the unicorn, 
which had continued to lick, nibble, and tease her 
clit. Her moans and gasps of pleasure echoed around 
the small clearing and out across the pool of water.

As the tremors began to subside, Wissa returned to 
some awareness of her surroundings. As she looked up 
from where she had lain back, she saw the unicorn, 
laying between her outspread legs, with her come all 
over the tiny beard below its chin (and on most of the 
rest of its muzzle). As he got to his feet, Wissa saw 
the large black cock hanging between its legs, rigid 
with urgency. A drop of crystal clear pre-cum fell as 
she watched. Wissa knew what she had to do. 

She got to her feet, then stood and shed her clothing, 
which was gathered around her waist. The unicorn 
waited, expectantly. Wissa turned, dropped to her 
knees, and bent forward to place her hands on the 
ground. The unicorn, its cock fully erect, moved 
forward. As Wissa felt the 'corn's chest brush her 
back, she moved back to meet that which she felt such 
a need for. 

The tip of the long, dark cock brushed her anus as the 
unicorn halted, then it drifted lower, to place itself 
against the entrance to her pussy. Wissa felt it start 
to enter her, and the unicorn moved forward, embedding 
itself into her, but no more than an inch before 
Wissa's tight, unused pussy held it fast.

They began to rock, forward and back. As the unicorn's 
cock pulled out of Wissa, she moved forward, until 
only its head remained inside her. Then the two moved 
together, sawing the cock into Wissa's cunt, forcing a 
little deeper into her every time, until it was 
blocked. Once, twice more the way was blocked. But on 
the third time, her maidenhood gave way. 

Wissa groaned in pain, but it quickly subsided into 
greater pleasure. One hand reached up to her chest, 
alternately tweaking one nipple, then the other. 
Shivers ran up and down her spine as the rough belly 
hairs rubbed her smooth-skinned back.

As they pulled apart, then together again, the 
unicorn's prick continued to press farther into Wissa 
with each thrust, until finally it pressed against her 
cervix with each stroke. Her juices ran freely now, 
and each time the unicorn's cock pulled out, it 
glistened in the sunlight. Wissa began to moan and 
squeal again, as her climax approached. 

 The unicorn's squeals matched hers as it cock began 
to throb with the impending release. They bucked and 
swayed, first apart, then together again with 
increasing force. With a sound that was almost a 
scream, the unicorn began to come, its first surge 
seeming to fill Wissa's already overfull pussy with 
liquids. 

Wissa cried out as her orgasm reached its peak, and 
she started to come again. As further spurts of come 
filled Wissa, and seeped out of her, she shuddered, 
nearly in time with the unicorn.

As their orgasms eased, the two remained in position 
for several endless minutes, with his cock still 
buried in her. Finally, they pulled apart, and 
collapsed down onto the sweet grasses, with Wissa 
nestled up against the unicorn's flank.

Wissa awoke much later, feeling chilled. Sunlight 
slanted low into the clearing. The unicorn was gone, 
and she could hear the shouts of the hunters as they 
called her name, evidently searching for her. Wissa 
quickly climbed into her dress, and called back, 
running to meet them, so they wouldn't discover the 
glade. 

As the hunters gathered around where she found the 
first one, Wissa explained that she had gone too far 
when she had gone to relieve herself, and had gotten 
lost. She told them that she hadn't cried out, for 
fear of scaring away the unicorn, should it be near. 
Since it was so late, everyone started back to camp.

Two more weeks passed, with Wissa going to various 
locations the hunters found, and waiting there. Since 
she was no longer virgin, the unicorn did not come of 
course, so all the traps the hunters set came to 
naught. Eventually, they gave up, and headed home.

In the following months, it became obvious that Wissa 
was pregnant. Her parents pressed her closely for the 
identity of the father, but Wissa told them nothing. 
Eventually, her time came, and as Wissa lay groaning 
on the bed, the first things she heard were the shriek 
of the midwife, and a soft nicker, as her newborn 
unicorn colt rose up on spindly legs. 

To the horror of her mother and the midwife, Wissa 
weakly drew the colt to her breast, to nurse.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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