The Virgin and the Unicorn

The Virgin and the Unicorn

By story’s end her status has changed

First, F-solo, breastplay, oral, bestiality (of a sort), pregnant

Maribon walked in the dark woods that lay next to her parent’s farm. It was the first warm week of Spring and flowers were beginning to bloom. Her chores done, the young maiden had taken a basket with her to pick some flowers for the table and also some mushrooms to add a little flavor to tonight’s stew, she’d told her mother. The stored winter vegetables they had been eating for the past three months could certainly use the help.

The day was warm enough that Maribon had worn a summer cotton blouse and skirt with only a half-shift underneath. If her mother had seen the casual way the blouse was only partially closed by the lacing and how her daughter’s breasts, grown full ripe since last Spring, showed their outline as they shifted and thrust under the thin cloth, she would have demanded a bit more decorum, but Maribon had managed to slip out unobserved.

Actually, though she picked the colorful blossoms in the sunny spots and the fungi she knew were edible in the shady ones, her purpose was more to walk alone with her thoughts than to gather vegetation. She had brought along a sheep blanket, not really necessary to pick flowers or mushrooms, obtained from the barn. At eighteen and, if truth be known, in full-bloomed womanhood, not really the young girl she had been last year, she found her thoughts centered on Denis.

Denis was a year her senior and lived on the farm next to hers. His sparkling eyes and curly hair had attracted her and they had kissed a few times when they managed to be out of sight of both sets of their parents. Indeed, not even a month before, Denis had managed a bit more than a kiss. He had come over as a favor to repair a broken strap in the carriage harness they used on holidays. Although young, his skill as a leather-worker far surpassed that of Maribon’s father, and Denis could repair the fancy rigging almost invisibly. The two had gone out to the barn together – Maribon with a basketful of tassels she and her little sister had been tieing all winter to renew the faded ones on the harness now.

Although the day was chill, the barn was surprisingly warm from the heat of the livestock and they’d shed their wraps as they worked. They’d gossiped and flirted a bit as Denis trimmed the new leather patch and sewed it into the broken strap while Maribon cut off the old tassels and neatly tied on the new ones. She had started on the end opposite where Denis was working and gradually worked the length of the harness as it lay stretched out on the workbench between them. When she was within reach of Denis he had made a particularly outrageous remark about a friend of theirs and she giggled and whacked his arm in mock indignation.

“Hey!” he’d laughed. “No fair hitting. Now I get to do something to you.”

She’d turned and leaned against the bench. A bold, delicious feeling of wickedness had came over her. “Yeah? What?” she’d said simply, her eyes full of challenge.

Denis stepped closer. “Well, to begin with,” he said and kissed her.

When they parted Maribon said, “Oooh, that was terrible. I dare you to do that again.”

Without a word Denis had embraced her and they kissed again. It was a long one this time and she’d opened her mouth to let their tongues play with other. When the two came up for air Denis had used the opportunity to turn her a bit so that her head lay in the crook of his left arm, then bent down to kiss her a third time. His right hand moved up from her waist until it cupped her left breast inside the woolen blouse she was wearing. They broke again and he looked her in the eyes, his hand still on her tit. When she said nothing in protest he moved the bold hand up to her throat, above the blouse’s neckline, then down again – under the blouse.

Maribon had felt her heart beat faster when Denis touched her and now it positively pounded as his hand slowly moved between her soft breasts. He was not only under her blouse, he was under the shift as well and she could feel his skin glide over hers as he moved onto the warm mound of her boob. One finger, then two had passed over her nipple, then he paused while the erotic nub erected between his fingers. Denis gently massaged the soft girl-flesh and squeezed her hardened nipple between his fingers. Maribon felt a tingling between her legs.

“Ohhh, Denis,” she’d murmured and might have said something more had they not both heard the crunch of boots in the snow outside.

Denis disengaged from her clothing quicker than she thought possible, and bent back to do the last stitches in his sewing while she started tying on another tassel. It was Maribon’s father all right.

“Ah, Denis. Just finishing. My Mari didn’t prove too much of a distraction, did she?”

“No more than a pretty girl ought to, sir,” Denis replied boldly as he displayed his handiwork. “It is nearly Spring.”

“Hmmm, yes,” said the shrewd farmer with a long look at his daughter’s flushed cheeks. “Well, dinner is nearly on the table. Come. Have a draught of beer as we wait. You can finish with the tassels later, Mari.” Turning to hang the repaired harness on its hooks, he’d continued, “Spring or not, don’t you go plowing where you oughtn’t, Denis.”

“A good farmer knows not to plow to soon, sir,” Denis had responded and the three left the barn together.

Having no interest in home-made beer, a few minutes later Maribon was alone in the bedroom she and her sister shared upstairs. She’d sat on the featherbed they slept in and pulled her skirt and shift to her waist. She’d been exploring how to self-pleasure her secret flesh for a few years now as she’d bloomed into young womanhood but this was the first time her flirtations with Denis’d had an effect there. Parting her legs she’d slipped her hand over her bunched clothing, over the curled hair that had grown on her love mound, then between her legs until it reached her virginal slit. The lips were wet. She slid between them then withdrew her hand to regard the thick liquid that has collected on her middle finger.

Sex had no mysteries for her; as a farmgirl she had witnessed the copulations of all their animals, from chickens to the huge draft horses they kept for the plow. Having no brothers, she had never seen a naked male human, but Darla, a girlfriend on a neighboring farm, did have a brother and had seen what boys had a number of times over the years. It didn’t take much thinking to figure out that in order to make a baby, humans engaged in something similar, at least as far as mammals went.

Then Darla’s brother had married two Springs previously and invited his sister to help his new wife establish the farm he had received as a dowry. Being just weeks after their marriage the newlyweds were still deep into their honeymoon period. Put up in a hurry the wall between their bedroom and Darla’s was only a single row of planks instead the usual two on either side of the studs and after hearing some noises, Darla quickly discovered where two ill-joined planks offered a view into their bowery. On her return she’d shared what she’d seen with Maribon.

A few daring glimpses were enough to see that the men grew hair “down there” the same as the two teen girls had, not surprising considering their beards. A lingering gaze when the couple were… distracted answered some their whispered questions of size and position, and provided ample evidence that women were not as stoic as say, cows during the act of copulation.

With that information – especially the last – Maribon’s tentative explorations of her genitals had soon revealed, besides the pleasure her clitoris could give, probing the channel to her womb felt pretty good, too and more than once she’d pleasured herself to orgasm with her thumb on her clit and middle finger buried to the first knuckle before falling asleep beside her sister. Now, with the memory of Denis’ hand on her breast, she was ready to explore again. Heart thumping, and sitting up a bit the maiden undid the toggles on the blouse she was wearing and slipped it off her shoulders, down to her waist to join the skirt. She undid the tie at the top of the linen shift and parted it to expose her left breast, the one Denis had touched. Using her right hand, she caressed it the same way Denis had a few minutes before, cupping her soft white flesh and squeezing her rosy, erect nipple between the sides of her fingers.

In less than a minute, the tingling between her legs was back and she’d reached down over her bunched clothing with her left hand. Her fingers crept between her legs again until she touched her clit. Yes! she thought to herself. This confirmed what she’d instinctively known: The tiny organ was most definitely involved in the sexual act. Just the light touch she’d just had made it explode in pleasure and the image of Denis’ face had flooded her mind. But this was not the only source of the pleasure she felt and after a few minutes her fingers slipped further down between her legs.

Her vulva was definitely wetter now and, after parting her inner lips, she confirmed the source, that channel into female bodies that she had seen ravished so many times during the mating process. She’d been scarcely aware of it before save as the source of the monthly stain she had started when the pubic down had first appeared. The thick, lubricating fluids were welling out in copious amounts. She would have to change her shift before going downstairs again, but for now she had to continue.

This is where it will go, she’d thought. This is where Denis will some day put his penis in.

She’d closed her eyes and imagined him standing before her, naked cock erect. The whispered conversations with Darla had given some clues as to its appearance, down to the upward angle a human penis had when erect, and the “funny-looking” lop-sided knob on its end, rounded and not flared like that of a stallion or bull. The excited maiden lay back on the bed and drew up her legs in imitation of the description of Darla’s sister-in-law and continued to play with the entrance of her honeypot. In her mind’s eye she saw Denis kneeling on the bed between her thighs with his erection looming up before her.

Dare I? she fantasized. Yes! and slid her entire finger up her vagina as the imaginary Denis mounted her. Fully penetrated the first time, the constricted channel relaxed a bit as her digit delved within and she soon started sliding it in and out. After a few strokes, she discovered that she could stimulate her love button with her palm easier than her thumb so she did that with each stroke in and tweaked her nearly forgotten nipple as well. Another minute and she was rolling back and forth in the bed, thrusting her pubic mound into her palm and moaning quietly. The erotic pleasure radiating from her box grew in intensity until it suddenly broke, and the heat rolled over in waves. Only the fear of discovery kept her from crying aloud as she bucked against her penetrating finger. She’d relaxed, panting, as her senses returned from her most intense orgasm yet. Wow! she thought. Wait’ll I tell Darla. It is better than cows!

Maribon had masturbated to orgasm only once since then – it was hard to find both the privacy and warmth she needed with a little sister around – but now the weather had warmed and she walked the woods with a half-formed wish for another climax. The direction she left from the farm had been chosen carefully: The next cluster of farms in that direction lay more than ten miles distant so there were no paths and almost no chance of being caught unaware. There also was a large meadow that she knew of perhaps two miles or so from her farm. In it the grass was thick and fine – more like a tended park than a natural meadow – and flowers grew in profusion. All in all it was a perfect spot to imagine making love with Denis. Perhaps some day it would happen for real there.

The trees ended abruptly and she stood at the edge of the meadow a moment before walking into it. The grassy arena was about two hundred feet in diameter and, it being close to noon, well warmed and lighted by the sun. Maribon strolled close to the center, set down the basket, and unfolded the blanket carried over her arm to shake it out and spread it on the ground. The sun shined down warmly and she reached through the lacing to caress her left breast. Her knees felt weak at the thought and she lay on the blanket, face-up and spread-eagled to let the warmth of the sun soak into her bones and smell the sweet grass.

At first her thoughts wandered as she warmed but gradually they focused on Denis. She lay still, recalling how she felt when he had touched her. The desire for him she’d felt that day rose again in her mind, and gradually her hand crept back toward her breast. Maribon could plainly feel her nipple harden under the single layer of thin cloth as she teased it into wakefulness through her blouse.

Suddenly she stopped. She had the overwhelming feeling that she was being watched – impossible yet the thought was undeniable. Slowly Maribon sat upright and slowly scanned the edge of the woods that prickled at her mind the most. Nothing.

Her gaze traversed the tree line back again and she very nearly missed seeing it the second time. It looked much like a whitened, dead tree branch, only it was too straight and moved in a funny arc not at all like a breeze had moved it. She gazed at it, puzzled.

There! It moved again; the motion was not like a branch yet familiar somehow. Maribon stared intently at the odd object trying to figure the puzzle out. It moved once more, but not in an arc this time and Maribon had a sudden shock of recognition as a form coalesced from the shadows under the trees. What she had seen was a horn, straight, slender and tapered, that grew out of the forehead of something that looked somewhat like a small horse – the motion had been from an equine head tossing, something she’d seen countless times. But this was not horse; it was a unicorn.

He is a unicorn, Maribon corrected herself as she remembered her lore of the creatures. As he came fully into view, Maribon tried to dredge what she had heard about them from her memory. She knew no one who had actually seen one. There were only males and they were very rare and very shy, yet could be fierce if cornered. Intelligent, they favored virgins and might be coaxed by one into doing something against their shy nature.

Well, I qualify on that last part, the maiden thought to herself. Perhaps that’s why he’s showing himself. I wonder how or if he knows.

As he came fully into the sunlight she could see why she had missed him standing in the shadows. He was as black as could be, even in the full sunlight, save his mane, which lay on the side opposite her, unseen until he’d turned, his tail, and all four fetlocks, which gleamed whitely. He was smaller than a horse, than a pony even, and stood a bit more than three feet high at the shoulder. His coat was longer than a horse’s, and curly, rather like a goat’s, though softer looking. Also like a goat, a beard hung under his chin. He was unmistakably male. As he approached at an angle she could see the sheath at his loins, like a stallion, and the double-lobed pouch behind, weighted down with his balls, left no doubt of that.

He stopped about ten yards away and pawed the ground nervously with a small hoof. Maribon gathered her legs under her and raised upright on her knees so she wouldn’t loom too tall. She spread her arms wide, palms open, in what she hoped was a universal sign of harmlessness. Universal or not, it seemed to work. The marvelous creature pawed at the ground again and tentatively took a step toward her, then another. Maribon held her breath in anticipation and he slowly closed the distance between them.

As he grew nearer she could make out more details of his appearance. His horn was about eighteen inches long, ivory in color, and wound in a tight spiral that ended in a very sharp-looking tip. His eyes were blue – the blue of sapphires – and were set more forward-looking than a horse’s. Perhaps that was what gave him a look of intelligence. The black was still dead-black. Even in full sunlight no tinge of brown or blue showed in the curly coat.

He stopped short of her, within arm’s reach, but barely. Slowly, with her arm low so as not to appear like she was going to strike, Maribon reached with her right hand towards the unicorn’s muzzle. He sniffed her fingers with warm breath, nuzzled her hand with his lips, then tossed his head to brush his beard over her palm. It felt silky and Maribon resisted the reflex to close her hand and grasp it. She noticed that as he tossed his head the horn’s tip moved in arcs over a foot long, but he had positioned himself to her side so that she felt no threat from it, or even flinch, as it came no where near her face.

There were some lilies in her basket, and Maribon remembered how Charlene, the draft mare, had devoured the whole patch by the kitchen door one Spring when she’d gotten the chance. Perhaps unicorns liked lilies too? Still caressing the creature’s beard, she reached for a lily with her left hand and offered it to him. Well versed in the ways of giving treats to horses, she presented it in the flat of her palm but he merely used his lips to nuzzle it into his mouth, then munched it. He whickered softly, as if to say thank you.

Maribon gave him another and while he was munching that one, stroked the side of his neck. When he made no objection to this, she gathered up her courage and rose enough to encircle his neck with her arms and hold him close in an embrace. She could feel his heart beating slowly in his powerful chest and he made no move to pull away. Emboldened by this, Maribon started stroking his side from shoulder to rump, marveling at the softness of his coat, and talking in the soothing tones one uses with horses. When she embraced him again he whickered a second time.

Maribon broke the embrace to get a third lily, but he ignored it this time. Instead the rare creature stepped closer to her as she knelt before him and raised his muzzle up to her face. The maiden could feel the warmth and hear the snuffing of his breath as he sniffed her, first around her brunette hair, braided and bound by a thong, then her face, shoulders, and throat. She was startled when he continued on down to sniff at the flesh between her breasts visible under the loose lacing of her blouse.

Maribon was even more surprised when he shifted to one side and snuffed directly on her left breast. Even through the blouse she could feel his warm breath on her pendulous boob when he exhaled and found it stimulating. A moment later her nipple on that side was making a nub in the cloth as it erected. The unicorn stopped snuffing and brushed the nub, ever so lightly, with his lips.

Startled, Maribon sat back on her haunches and gasped. She had put her hands behind her to keep her balance which made her breasts shift and thrust against the tight cloth of the blouse. The black creature took another step forward, but didn’t nuzzle her bosom again. Instead he stood there simply shifting his gaze back and forth from one breast to the other. Maribon looked down at the objects of his attention and saw that both nipples were erect now and visible beneath the cloth.

The unicorn took yet another step closer – he was very close now – and nuzzled again, not at her pulsing nip, but at the knot at the top of the lacing on her blouse. He paused a moment, as if giving her a chance to whap his nose for being so bold, then tugged on the cord, unraveling the knot that held the lacing together. He then stepped back and waited, looking at her breasts again.

Having no doubts any more about his intelligence, Maribon knelt in front of this bold being with her blouse gaping open, wondering what to do. Then something inside her awoke – curiosity perhaps, or maybe her newly-found eroticism – and she pulled herself upright onto her knees again. Heart pounding, the young maiden pulled the lacing cord free of the eyelets, then crossed her arms to tug on the short sleeves so that her blouse opened up and slipped off her shoulders. Freeing her arms from the sleeves she then finished pushing the light cotton cloth down around her waist. She let her arms drop then and nervously waited before the unicorn, bare-breasted.

He approached and snuffed at her left tit again. Maribon thrilled to feel his breath so indone to timately. Then his tongue lolled out and he swiped up its full length. Maribon gasped as her breast jounced upwards, then settled back into position. His nubby tongue had passed directly over the nipple and the pink areola around it nearly vanished as it puckered, extending the erotic nub at its center even further.

The unicorn then commenced to massage the quivering virgin’s breast with his tongue, swiping it up, across one way, then across the other. Maribon’s breath grew ragged as she watched her soft, erotic flesh jostle and bounce under each assault. With each lick, he passed over her buzzing nipple, causing an erogenous wave to spread outward from it. Other than her self-tweaking – and Denis’ one touch – she hadn’t felt anything erotic on her nipples or breasts before. This opened a whole new chapter in the pleasure humans feel in the mating process.

Unable to stand it any longer, Maribon collapsed back onto her haunches and leaned back again, braced on her arms. Still gazing at her lolling breasts, the unicorn stepped up once more, towards the right mammary this time. But instead of licking it, he opened his mouth wide and took her entire breast into his mouth. Closing his lips around it, he suckled powerfully.

The effect on Maribon was electric. Her whole tit was being drawn down his throat, nipple first, by the suction. Then he swallowed, squeezing that erogenous point with his throat muscles. It exploded with pleasure and made Maribon feel warm all over. She had thought the licking was erotic, but this powerful experience was far beyond that. She could feel it in her cunny as it wetted in response and, moaning as the suckling continued, she began bucking her hips in a faintly coital manner.

After a few more sucks, the unicorn released her breast. It was wet with saliva and reddened from the suction but otherwise unharmed. He started snuffing her again, at her waist this time, then below. Before Maribon could react to this new boldness he stepped back and thrust his muzzle under her skirt.

“Hey!” she exclaimed. The startled girl jumped to her feet and backed away from him. She stood there a moment in the classic modest pose: One hand hiding her breasts, the other over her love mound under her skirt. The unicorn simply stood there and whickered softly, almost as if apologizing. When he didn’t try to ravish her, Maribon slowly relaxed and let her hands drop. He approached and sniffed at her sex again, then ever so gently bumped her mound with his nose.

It was obvious what he wanted and, after debating with herself several seconds, Maribon decided to accommodate him. With trembling hands she pulled the tail of her blouse out then crossed her hands to grasp it at the bottom and slipped the garment off over her head and tossed it aside. She knelt down and slipped her shoes off, then rolled her stockings down and pulled them off as well. The unicorn seemed as fascinated by her swaying tits as any man would be. Standing erect, the maiden unfastened the toggle at the waist of her skirt and pushed it over hips and down to the ground. Stepping out of it, she stood before him in her half-shift. He watched her, then dropped his gaze to her middle, then even lower. Hesitating a moment, Maribon untied this last concealing garment then pushed down at the back before giving up the last vestige of her modesty by letting the garment drop. She stepped out of the heaped linen and stood before the intent creature again, totally nude.

The sun felt warm on her body – she had never been naked outside before – and she suddenly felt shy again. She covered her muff with both hands, pressing the curly hair flat, wondering why she had done this. Her fingers told her that she was still wet. The unicorn approached again and nuzzled at her concealing hands. Reluctantly she moved them aside, pressing them against her thighs and exposing the brunette delta that hid her sex. He then buried his muzzle into the base of her pubic mound and snuffed deeply once more.

The effect was astonishing. The dark creature took several steps backward and tossed his head, lips curled to expose his teeth, then gave a piercing whinny. Maribon had seen these actions before; they were what a stallion did when he smelled a mare in season. Sure enough, she watched things happen at his loins in a matter of seconds. The lips at the mouth of his sheath parted as the head of his phallus emerged, followed by the black shaft. His penis descended toward the ground in an arc as it extended then straightened and increased in girth as as it rose, its erection completed.

In horses and ponies both, an erect cock would reach nearly to their front legs. This one was shorter, even in proportion, reaching less than half way. Also unlike a stallion’s erect penis it did not taper, the diameter slowly decreasing from root to tip with an odd little ridge encircling it at the halfway point. Nor did the head flare like a flanged, fleshy flower with a flat face and the urethra’s round opening plainly visible in the center. Instead the one before her had a lop-sided rounded cone of a knob at its tip with a closed slit. A bit more than a foot long, it’s length was the same diameter as it jutted at a forty-five degree angle toward the ground. All in all it was remarkably like Darla’s description of her brother.

What this implied was clear to Maribon but she stood paralyzed, torn between running naked into the woods, fighting this rapacious creature, or… or giving in to him. As if sensing her indecision, the unicorn approached, pressed his muzzle into her midriff just below her navel, and firmly pushed. The startled maiden lost her balance and sprawled backwards into the soft grass. Her legs had automatically flown open when she lost her balance and, propping herself up on her elbows, Maribon watched between parted knees as he came closer, her eyes riveted on the swaying, stiff phallus. It quivered and rose towards the unicorn’s belly as he tightened the muscles at its root, then relaxed again.

The trembling virgin fully expected to be impaled on the spot but instead, when he got to her, the unicorn dipped his head between her legs. That marvelous tongue lolled again and he swiped it up the length of her coral groove.

Maribon gave a shuddering gasp as his wet tongue made her cunny explode with its touch. He licked her again and she involuntarily spread her thighs wider to give him access. He laved her genitals again and again and the gasping maiden drew her knees up until they pressed into the backs of her hands, which somehow had started playing with her lolling breasts. His tongue had parted both pairs of her labia so that it rasped wetly into the very entrance of her vagina. Each stroke was long, slow, and hard, starting at her anus, between the taut mounds of her ass, up the full length of her quivering vulva, dragging over her clitoris fairly shrieking with delight in its hood, and ending well up into the now-sopping pubic hair covering her mons veneris.

Maribon groaned aloud as she toyed with her breasts and rolled her head mindlessly back and forth. She rolled her pelvis to thrust the whole erogenous area between her thighs up towards her ravisher – no, her lover. This is what its like to make love, she thought to herself as the erotic feelings built up in her.

Suddenly he stopped. Maribon watched gasping as he carefully stepped over her. Now! she thought as his cock neared her pussy, but again, he made no move to mount her. Instead he continued another foot or two so that his rigid penis was suspended above her, the tip between her breasts, pointed at her face. It was if he were offering her a good look.

The shaft was a taut, shiny black and the knob on the end was somehow even darker. Distended veins showed on the shaft’s surface and a clear, viscous liquid slowly dripped from the small slit in the knob’s end. Licking her lips, the curious virgin reached up and touched the column of flesh. It felt hot and hard in her grasp. The unicorn whickered softly as he felt her touch and the liquid dripped faster, spattering between her breasts. Maribon slipped her hand up the length of his penis, eliciting a slight shudder and another whicker. Her thumb bumped over the rounded flange onto his cockhead. It gave slightly under it as she slid over the oozing slit. The liquid was slick and spread in a shiny swath over the velvety flesh of the glans.

The flow increased and Maribon gathered a big dollop to lubricate the tip, then the end of the shaft. The unicorn’s sex organ gleamed wetly and he whinnied aloud as she jacked her hand up and down its length. He slowly bucked his hips so that the rigid pole slipped through her grasp. The movement made his pendulous balls sway in their dangling sack so she reached out for them with her other hand. The fur on his scrotum was soft and fine, and the two orbs within lay heavy and warm in her hand, somewhat larger than hen’s eggs. They stirred and his ball bag contracted a bit as she stimulated them.

With a start Maribon realized that she was hefting an almost-horse’s balls in one hand while she stroked his erection with the other. The shadowed references of virgins and unicorns went through her mind. The truth suddenly flashed on her. There were no female unicorns. His penis, so human-like in size and form, so copiously lubricated, was made to fit something tight. Something exactly like what she had between her legs: A virgin’s cunt.

Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what could happen, what would happen, if she let it. With all of the foreplay that had happened, the creature above her had made no attempt to actually mount her yet. He was intelligent. He had to be waiting for her to unmistakably offer herself to him. Her thoughts froze. Dare she? Would she surrender her maidenhead to this four-legged beast she held in her hand?

Her cunny answered for her. Yes! it cried almost aloud, still quivering from the lingual ministrations it had received. Let him in! I want him!

Maribon suddenly clasped the unicorn above her in an embrace, trapping his penis between her breasts. “Yes, I want you!"” she answered. “Take me! Take me now!”

She released her embrace and fell back into the grass, spreading her legs. Her thoughts slowed their whirling as he moved off from her, gingerly stepping sideways to avoid her. Still, he made no move toward her and she puzzled a moment, then thought of the reason why. A quadruped, he was not built to kneel and lie with her as a man could. She propped herself up onto her elbows again and pondered while he waited. His penis bounded upward a bit as he clenched his groin muscles again.

How then? she mulled. If he can’t lie with me, how are we going to consummate this?

Then Darla’s brother and sister-in-law came to mind again. They usually made love in the bed she’d said, sometimes with her on her back, and sometimes with her straddling her husband, riding his cock, which had been shocking enough. Then with excitement and a lascivious look mixing on her face, she’d continued. They once had made love on the floor, she kneeling with elbows on the floor and rump in the air while he behind her, like a stallion, thrust his cock in. Maribon pondered this slowly and her cheeks flushed. The unicorn could not make love to her like a man could, but she could let him mount her like a mare. She pondered this new development, then decided she still wanted him.

With no trace of modesty, now, the virgin girl stood and walked toward the sheep blanket, brushing the loose grass off of her pert bottom. Provocatively, she slowly looked over her shoulder at the waiting unicorn, arched one eyebrow, knelt on the blanket, then leaned forward onto her elbows. Looking between her dangling breasts, she spread her knees to look at the black, half-magic creature. She undulated her ass and felt her wet pussy lips slip past each other with the motion. The unicorn’s gaze was fixed on her vulva. “Come and take me,” Maribon said huskily, figuring he would get the message even if he couldn’t speak.

He did. The black mini-stallion whinnied aloud and walked over at a quick pace. Maribon’s sexual center tingled as she watched his rigid phallus draw near; when he reared up on his hind legs she had a moment of misgiving. She had seen the rush and heard the impact as stallions and bulls copulated and wondered if she might not be knocked flat.

But this stallion was not truly a horse. He did close the final two steps on his hind legs, swaying penis horizontal, but there was no rush, no ripping quick plunge into her body. Instead, he knelt on her back with his forelegs, then stepped a half pace closer. Maribon felt the warm touch of his cock on her vulva, then he thrust forward – and missed. Skipping off of her entrance the entire length of his shaft passed between her thighs and under her belly, scraping her clit, nearly making the still-maiden scream.

He paused and she reached up to relubricate the turgid sex organ with the fluid spewing out its end. He withdrew and she kept her hand on the pulsing penis, guiding it to the wet slit of her vagina. She used its knobbed end to divide her lips and wedge it just inside. She let go, closed her eyes, and braced for his next thrust.

It soon came. He pushed forward, penetrating her about an inch, then ran into the resistance of her maidenhead. He pushed again, gained nothing, then pushed very firmly a third time. Maribon felt a tearing sensation, almost too quick to be painful, as his slippery phallus ruptured her hymen. Suddenly acutely aware of the difference between male and female, Maribon felt her channel yield to his rigid cock. She gasped at the deepening feeling of fullness as his entire length slid into her belly.

He slipped off her sides onto all four feet and the two of them panted a moment, sex organs united. The unicorn then started rhythmically bucking his hips, making his cock slide in and out of Maribon’s deflowered cunt.

She could feel the bulbous head scrape her sensitive tunnel as it moved back and forth and she opened her eyes again. Just below the sopping thicket of her pubes she could see his dangling balls swing in their sack with each retreat and thrust. He was deep enough now that they nudged her clitoris on each stroke making it pulse in rhythm. The combined lubricants of cunt and cock dripped from her drenched bush onto the blanket. She reached back and felt the taut, stretched lips of her vulva, his wet cock as it delved within, and the velvet nudge of his scrotum when he rammed home. With each thrust the hood of her clitoris slid back and forth, hiding, exposing, caressing her tingling love-button. The no-longer maiden could feel, too, the soft fur on his belly on her back as it slid back and forth, and also the warm pressure of his legs on either side of her torso. The sliding became easier as her box expanded to accommodate its invader and she started thrusting back to meet the unicorn’s assaults.

This made him pick up the pace and he began to grunt deep in his chest as he rammed his cock deeper into the girl under him. He’d already lasted longer than an equine stud would have; typically they thrust only two or three times before starting to ejaculate into the mare. Again, like Darla’s brother, a unicorn’s copulation took minutes longer than that. The fire smoldering in Maribon’s belly burst into flames and spread from her love tunnel to envelop her entire body in its delicious heat. Fully stretched now, she pushed back to meet his thrusts and he plunged in eagerly.

The erotic sensations made something burst in Maribon’s mind. Suddenly, she had to have more. She cried out, rose up, and cupped her jouncing tits in both hands to abuse her stiff nipples. Suspended on her knees she thrust back savagely, impaling herself on the unicorn’s cock. Her orgasm enveloped the girl with sudden swiftness and she cried out again, collapsing onto her shoulders as her vaginal channel grasped her lover’s penis tightly in a mindless pulsating.

This seemed to set her ravisher off for, as she came down from her sexual high, the unicorn reared up to kneel on her back again and trumpeted loudly as he thrust into her three sharp times, each deeper than the last. After the third, he paused. The kneeling girl could feel his cock twitch and the hot semen flood her pussy as it spurted into her. Six times his penis pulsed and three times she could feel the slippery fluid jet into her belly, then three times more with a weakening force.

Finished, the rutting unicorn dropped onto all fours again and Maribon felt his softening phallus slither out of her vagina, leaving a vaguely empty feeling inside her. He stepped away from her as she curled onto her side and watched his penis deflate. The dripping sex organ disappeared inside its sheath as if drawn up on a string. Her passage had been filled to capacity with his seed. It twitched and she could feel the thick fluid slide over her thigh to the ground. With an almost human sigh of contentment, he lay down, front legs sternal, hind tucked to the side way horses do when at ease. Maribon crawled over and leaned her back against his side, near his heart. She reached around his neck in an embrace and regarded the milky fluid still oozing from her ravished pussy.

Now what? she wondered.