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This was bad. This was very, very bad. I ran through the forest as fast as my legs could carry me, but I was a sprinter, not a distance runner - and after my initial burst of speed, the... bear? Giant wolf? I wasn't 100% sure and wasn't going to look back, that was for certain, because whatever it was, it was gaining on me. I could hear the strange, wheezing sound of its pants behind me, like it had too many holes it was sucking air from or something.
...There may have been more than one reason I wasn't looking behind me.
But I knew these woods well, and we were coming up on an old wall that was a mess of collapsed stones and, much more importantly, barbed wire. It wasn't a safe bet by any means, but I knew it well. I can't tell you how many times I'd escaped hunters while playing manhunt by jumping it, and I was really hoping that even if the beast behind me chose to take the leap, it would wind up ensnared long enough for me to get away.
My breathing was already ragged when it came into view, but just seeing it gave me that little drop of energy I'd need to get over it. Sure, I'd been running for a little while already, but this was something I knew well. I could do this.
You got this, I chanted to myself in the run up to it. You got this, you got this... I hit the edge of the wall a little to the left of where I normally made the jump, but this wasn't the first time I'd be improvising after a hectic approach. You got this. I bent my knee, then sprung for the narrow gap in the wire that I knew was there. You got this! I sailed through the air, clearing the rock wall while a sense of triumph burst in my chest. YOU GOT THIS!
And then I felt the telltale jerk on my jeans that told me I hadn't jumped high enough - I'd managed to hit one of the little barbs that meandered all over this wall. I only had a split second to pray that my jeans would rip cleanly before I was hurtling face-first toward the ground. I brought my arms up to protect my head, but still wound up with the air knocked out of me.
It's hard to think when you can't breathe. I lay hacking on the ground, terrified and certain I was going to die, even if I couldn't quite remember from what. The road behind me was a good reminder, and I'm not embarrassed to say that I'm pretty sure my eyes weren't wet only from the fall. When I heard (or maybe felt, since hacking coughs are LOUD) the second set of footfalls, they turned into full-blown tears streaking down my cheeks - this set was coming from where I'd been running. Apparently I'd never had a chance.
There was a moment where it felt like I was surrounded by thunder. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling and waiting for jaws to close on me, but the creature passed over me - over the wall and toward my original pursuer. Then it screamed, high and proud and sonorous, almost like a whole host of bells with just-barely resonant tones. I'd never heard anything like it before, and I'd never heard anything like the answering cry either - deep and dark, like a pit of gravel and tar.
I hear the sounds of what must have been battle and my heart leapt. Maybe I could get away while they fought! But moving was hard - I'd been frozen in fear, and now I was clumsy with it. It took me two tries to start rolling over, then sit up to try to disentangle myself.
As soon as I did, though, I saw the blood on me. It looked black against the grey of my jacket and... I don't know, I couldn't even look at it right then. It was a mess, but it wasn't mine. It was.... My eyes jerked upwards, toward the ongoing battle, as I heard that scream again.
It was the most incongruous sight I'd ever seen. It was an honest-to-god unicorn, though built like a draft horse with a champagne coat that shone like metal and a deep gold mane. Its horn looked like it had been forged from pure gold - at least, the parts of it that weren't covered in the same black blood I had on my jacket. It was... beautiful, and it was whirling for another charge at the beast, which had its front legs planted firmly on the ground, its mouths drooling and snapping madly.
The beast went to meet the unicorn in the air and I involuntarily closed my eyes. A moment later, I heard a massive thud, followed by a series of short, sharp whinnies and a wheezing yelp. What followed was the sound of twigs snapping and overripe gourds bursting, all overlaid with the same bell-like cry I'd heard before.
I only reopened them once it went silent, and I have to say, I'm glad I wasn't watching.
It was like something out of a horror film. The unicorn's shining coat was generously splattered with blood, all of it seeming to originate from the wet pile of meat and bone at its feet... and its head was down, rooting around in the remains for.... for something...
It let out a pleased whinny, then drew its head up with a snap. Dangling from its jaws was a dark piece of meat... Is that a heart?! I thought incredulously, even as my "savior" flicked its head back to swallow the still-beating organ. It was still licking the blood from its lips when it turned to look at me, its eye molten bronze.
"I have saved your life, mortal. Now it is mine," it announced, speaking casually. Like all horse-looking things could talk. My mouth hung open; I was deep in shock at this point, barely processing what it was saying.
"Strip."
Now that caught my attention. "IIII... what?!" I yelped, jerking backwards - or trying to, anyway. My jeans were still firmly caught, so I didn't manage much more than a couple inches.
The uniron snorted and stepped closer, putting its forelegs on the wall to look down at me from quite a height. "You understand me perfectly. Strip. You shall be my mare," it said, speaking as matter-of-factly as if it were discussing the weather. I just stared up at it, aghast.
"Is that.... Is that a euphemism?" I squeaked, brain still half offline. The unicorn just cocked its head down at me and gave what sounded like an amused snort.
"In that you will not be a unicorn, yes. In that you will service my stallion's parts with your body, no." The unicorn moved forward a bit father, giving me a good look at its - no, definitely HIS - undercarriage.
His balls were enormous, each one easily bigger than my fist. And I could only hope he was at full mast, because what I could see of his dick was as long as my forearm, and at least as thick. It looked soft, but the way it bobbed up and down as he continued toward me told me otherwise. It was a strange, waxy gold color with an almost dark purple crown, which, upon closer inspection, had the first signs of pre-cum already...
"Now strip. I will not ask again," he informed me, eyes narrowing.
I let out a bubbling, terrified laugh. Saved from a beast, raped by a unicorn! my mind supplied. But at least I was alive. The unicorn above me snorted and stomped, and I jerked into motion. I didn't exactly want to piss him off.
My hands were numb as I mechanically removed my jacket and shirt, revealing my chest and its half-moon scars. But that was the easy part. I hesitated at my jeans. "I'm not..." My throat was dry. I coughed, then tried again. "I don't have what you'd.... expect, down there," I said, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as he did and hitting more of a grumble.
"I will make do," he replied, which really didn't do much to comfort me. "Now take off your clothes, or I shall ensure you regret it."
I shuddered, but that got my hands moving all the same. I fumbled out of my jeans and sneakers, then squeezed my eyes shut and shoved my boxers down too. Now I was laying butt-naked on the forest floor, with a horny unicorn (ha ha) standing above me. I clamped my legs shut, not wanting to admit that what I had between them wasn't exactly a cock and balls.
"Good. Now you will touch me," he said, his cock - it HAD grown longer - bobbing up to hit his stomach, and leaving little room for interpretation about what he wanted.
"Uh... ok," I croaked, reaching out to touch it gingerly. His cock was warm and surprisingly smooth, covered in what felt like... nubs? Were unicorns "ribbed for her pleasure" or something? I panic-giggled at the thought, running my hand over the dark purple skin at the head. He seemed pleased I was touching it, so I started to explore. Giving a unicorn a handy was a lot less intimidating than imagining him trying to fit this monster inside me. "You're big."
He made a satisfied noise and shifted his weight, pressing himself into my hand. "Yes, I am. My seed is large and potent." The unicorn's voice was a pleased rumble. "It will fill your womb."
I froze. "I-I... you won't... I'm way too small!" I choked out, hand freezing on his cock. He just huffed, amused again.
"I will make do."
That was in no way comforting, but I was caged between his legs and definitely not going to be able to outrun him. I gulped. "L-let me just..." I murmured, scooting forward to put my mouth in reach of him. New goal - suck unicorn off as fast as possible so he doesn't try to fuck me. What a day...
I tentatively licked the purple head of his cock, and it bobbed again. I ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of his crown, and his tail lashed back and forth behind him. The nubby texture was weird, but it also kind of... almost tickled my tongue. "Yes, like that. You are doing acceptably, mare," he said from above me. That was a good sign, I guessed.
I brought my hands up to hold his shaft, running them up and down his length while my mouth worked on his cockhead. I used my tongue to lick all around it because I couldn't fit the whole head in my mouth. It was a strange sensation, almost velvety everywhere I touched him, but I could feel the veins throbbing beneath my lips, my tongue, my fingers... everything I had pressed against him. The unicorn huffed, and I glanced to the side to see him staring at me, eyes hooded. He’d snaked his head down to look between his legs. At me.
"Continue," he ordered. I shuddered a little and settled in, using my hands to firmly stroke his shaft from head to balls while I continued to focus my oral attention on and around the head, licking, sucking, and even tentatively nibbling some of those nubs, which earned me a surprised whinny and some more tail lashing. I froze the first time, but when he gave a second terse command to continue, I supposed it was a good reaction and got back to it.
It turns out, though, that unicorns have a lot of stamina. I don't know how long I was crouched between his legs, but my arms were getting tired by the time he started thrusting his hips to meet me. Every single time, his crown landed right between my lips. It took a lot of concentration to keep my jaw open and my teeth clear, even if it made my mouth ache. His cock was so thick that I had trouble taking even the tip, but he didn't seem to mind. He grunted and thrust faster, his cock swinging back and forth as he bucked, his balls slapping forward to hit my hands whenever they were at the base.
Please let him be close... I prayed. It felt like he was trying to dislocate my jaw - but better this than my...
"Mmmf!" My eyes bulged as the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat without warning, and I pulled off of him, hacking a cough.
"You will swallow my seed!" he bellowed, leaning down to shove me forward. I was still coughing, though, and he was still coming long and hard. It wound up covering my face and back, as well as the ground, but I was only able to get my lips back around him for the last pump or two.
It was only then that I considered the taste at all. It was nothing like human cum, salty and viscous. It was thinner, and its light chalky flavor had an almost tingly quality to it - like what you get after eating pineapple. I swallowed, and felt the tingles travel down my throat. It was... definitely not as bad as I thought it would be. He finally stopped spurting, and I swallowed the last few drops of his seed before pulling away from him. "Was that okay?" I asked, a little hoarse.
The unicorn considered me for a minute while I tried to wipe my face off. "Swallow it," he commanded again, and I froze. "You have wasted enough of my seed. You will waste no more." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and I pretty immediately brought my hand to my mouth. At least the taste wasn't too bad.
I got everything I could reach into me, and it was only once I was eyeing the white liquid on the forest floor that he let out a snort. "Good enough little mare. Now come." And with that, he started to walk in the direction he'd first come from.
I scrambled to gather my clothes. "W-wait! Didn't I pay you back?" I asked, voice wavering. The unicorn paused, then turned back to look at me.
"You owe me your life, and so it is mine. Not until you give me another will you be free." He spoke slowly, almost patronizing - or as though he were talking to a child. I flushed a little at that, because even if I looked young, I was almost 19 goddamnit! ...Not that I thought people received some kind of primer on unicorn life debts at 19. In fact, I was pretty sure I'd still have been lost even if I'd been 60.
"I have no idea how to do that," I muttered, following him reluctantly. He snorted again, an amused twinkle in his eye.
"That is no concern. I do." With that incredibly helpful sentence, he began trotting through the woods. Even at what seemed to be a slow pace for him, I had to run to keep up. It wasn't more than a few minutes before I was breathing hard again, wishing I'd gone in for the long-distance events after all. I nearly crashed into him when he stopped, and his tail - for the first time, I realized it was more similar to a lion's than a horse's - flicked in annoyance.
"You are slow, little mare. Get on my back," he said, kneeling a little. I gawked a moment, then tried to scramble into my boxers at least, but he knocked the clothing out of my hands with his horn. I cursed under my breath and instinctively brought my hands down to cover my crotch.
"You will not need them. Hurry, mare. I am tired of waiting," he stated, tail lashing again. I didn't much like the sound of that, and I seriously considered running... but seeing how I couldn't keep up with him at a trot, I seriously doubted I'd do any better at a run.
"My name's Luke, - not 'mare'" I told him even as I stepped forward to throw an awkward leg over his back. It was my form of defiance I guess. He rose suddenly, and even though he was graceful, I scrambled to grab his mane.
"My little mare Luke, then," he rumbled - I could feel his voice in his ribcage, the way my legs were wrapped around him. "I am called Jauza. You may call me Stallion." And then he was off, moving straight into what felt like a dead gallop. At least he moved smoothly, or I'm sure I'd have fallen off and broken something.
It wasn't long - a minute or less - before the world around us grew hazy. It was like we'd plunged into a deep fog. "Jau-" "Stallion," he interrupted, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Right, ok... Stallion, uh... where are we going?" I asked. It seemed like such a stupid title.
"Faerie."