The Virgin and the Unicorn

~Thank you,~ he said, not out loud, but mentally.

“What?” the nude woman said, astonished. “You can talk!”

~No, I can think. It’s just that you know what I think now, and I you.~

~Oh? Why?~ she thought back.

~Three guesses, no longer a maiden,~ the unicorn replied and yawned in contentment.

~You mean now that we… we…

~Made love, engaged in sexual intercourse, copulated, fucked,~ he said helpfully. ~It’s the action that counts, not the verb used to describe it.~

~Now that we did that I can read your mind and you can read mine?~

~Yep.~

~What’s your name? I suppose a girl should know the name of the one who deflowered her.~

~Elansis. And yours?~

~Maribon. Could you read my mind before?~

~A pretty name, Maribon. Not specific thoughts, just emotions. That’s how I tracked you to this meadow.~

~You mean my thoughts of Denis attracted you here?~ He felt her embarrassment that her secret thoughts had been detected.

~If that’s his name. All I got was a longing for, um, procreational activities, if you want to be delicate. Such thoughts in a virgin.~

~Oh. Now what?~

~Well, for one thing, you’re pregnant.~

“What!?” she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. “Papa will kill me. Will I give birth to a half-unicorn monster? What have you done to me?” Her tits were moving in all directions at once.

~Sit down and relax. Stop making your boobs jostle so much; it’s very distracting.~

She came back and leaned against his black, shaggy coat, her brow still furrowed with worry.

~Put your arm around me again. It feels so nice and I get to feel it so seldom.~

~I’ll bet, you seduction artist,~ she thought, but put her arm around him.

~First off, Papa need never know unless you tell him, and at that he’d have to believe you. My son will be very small. You won’t show and in twelve month’s time – you’ll know when – you’ll come to the woods and give birth to a tiny foal, no bigger than your hand. He’ll look exactly like me, except for a nub of a horn. That comes later when he matures.~

~Your son. A full-blooded unicorn?~

~Yes. My seed is truly that; a seed fully formed and needing only the right place to grow: a virgin’s womb. That’s how we reproduce.~

~What happens after the birth?~

~For you, nothing. You don’t need to suckle him or anything. In fact you won’t be lactating at all – it will be easy to keep your secret. Within minutes he will be on his feet and able to fend for himself. As his mother you will be attractive to him, and you might see him from time to time as he matures, but he won’t need your attention. Shortly before puberty we – my fellow unicorns and I – will give him his name and tell him of our ways.~

~Oh. Seems a round about way to reproduce. You need a virgin? Why?~

~Who knows? Maybe it’s some wizard’s idea of a joke, but a breached woman, no matter how willing, just isn’t attractive. Nothing happens.~

~How can you tell?~

~By smell. A maiden has the faintest trace of sweetness about her.~

~Must be an infrequent occurrence.~

~You said it. It’s not just the virginity, though the supply of virgins walking the woods thinking sexy thoughts is as limited as you might imagine. It has to be the right time of the year – early Spring, like now. It has to be deep in the woods. I wouldn’t want to be caught in the midst of our tryst any more than you – you’ve got a reputation to lose; I’d probably lose my life. She has to be willing – you can imagine the trouble I’d have chasing someone around the meadow intent on rape. And she has to be at the mid-point in her monthly cycle. I’ve met several who were only a couple of days off and declined to mount them; it didn’t seem right if nothing would come of it. I just licked ‘em and left ‘em.~

~Smell again?~

~Yeah, a sort of copper tang even fainter than virgin’s perfume. Your, uh, playing with yourself overwhelmed it until I got that snootful directly from your bush.~

~Well, lucky me. The right factors come together and bingo! Goodbye maidenhead, hello motherhood.~

~Stop sounding so bitter. You were perfectly willing ten minutes ago, remember?~

~Yeah, well you were persuasive,~ Maribon rued, rubbing her mound. The memory of his tongue rose in her mind.

~Well, without some persuasion, I’d never get anywhere. I’m a hundred twenty-three Springs old, and you’re the fourth.~

~Really?~

~Yeah. Imagine an average of thirty years between getting your jollies. Anyway, you’re still a virgin, sort of.~

~What are you getting at? I’m too tender.~

~Well,~ the unicorn thought archly. ~You haven’t lain with a man now, have you? Has this Denis had any experience sexually?~

~Not that I know of.~

~Well then, what’s he know about virgins? On your wedding night, plead, holler, and throw some chicken blood around if you want drama. How’s he going to know?~

~So. I can fool Denis. A walk in the woods in a year and you’ve got your offspring. And I’ve got a story nobody would believe if I dare’d tell it. Do I get anything tangible out of this?~

~Well, you’re marked as a Mother of Unicorns. If one happens to be around when you’re in danger you’ll find out this horn isn’t just decorative. It’d be real bad news for Denis if he beat you, for example.

~Will I be able to read their minds?~

~No, they can pick up the emotions only, like before. You’ll be able to read my mind for as long as we live. I can be around from time to time, if you want, in the fall.~

~What about us? Will we ever again… you know.~

~Sorry. I can give you another tongue-job if you like – I love your tits! – but coitus? Once per customer. I’m done this year. And next, well, you could dance naked in front of me and wiggle your butt in my face and nothing would happen, at least as far as my penis is concerned. Whatever is supposed to happen inside just doesn’t happen.~

~Oh.~

A wicked thought came to Elansis and he tried to suppress it before she could detect it. ~Tell you what,~ the unicorn thought slyly. ~You could bring a virgin friend and she could get me excited and then—~

“Oh-h-h no!” Maribon laughed aloud. “You’d just ‘accidentally’ miss and knock up Darla!”

~I suppose you’re right. Still, even if we can’t screw you’ll have a lover and a friend who can’t lie to you. You can read my emotions as well as my mind now. My ulterior motive came through loud and clear, didn’t it? Also, not many men can do this!~ and he suddenly turned and swiped her whole boob with his tongue.

She pushed at his nose. “Stop it,” she laughed again. “You’ll just get me wanting you again, and won’t be able to follow through.”

The now-woman got up and stretched, while Elansis admired her form one last time. She headed for her clothes to put them on before returning demurely – at least on the outside – home.

~Still,~ she thought at the reclining unicorn. ~It’s better than nothing. It’ll come in handy if I get bored with Denis.~

Elansis chuckled in her mind.