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The expanse of forest that stretched out between the farmlands and through various property borders had never been logged or pruned back. It wasn't contested land, but simply land that yielded good enough hunting that an unspoken agreement kept it safe for those who wished to use it. The large sprawling trees and green growth made for thick cover for the deer that lived there, as well as quail, rabbits, squirrels, foxes and any number of other animals that called it home. There were paths that wound through the place, well beaten down by generations of children and hunters who went through it almost daily. It was a place of sun and shadow, of strange twisting paths and hidden clearings that made it ideal for anyone who wanted to dodge work to hide in.

That's how Jonathan first found it when he was younger, escaping the chores that his parents had loaded him down with for the day. As he grew older, he continued to go into the forest when he could, enjoying the wildness of it, the way that it was filled with birds and life. At eighteen he worked the farm day in and day out with chores that only another farmer's son could understand. During the harvest or planting season he would work for an average of thirteen hours a day if he had to, with his brother and sister doing the same so that there was no favoritism. Life farming was always hard, always had been, they would never be rich, but they worked with the hand dealt to them even as other farms had folded under and been bought out.

Even now, Jonathan could hear the hum of the highway and the progress of the cars as they went up along the newly made expressway that had been put in to deal with the new homes that had recently been erected where two of the older farms had once been. There would be more, of that he had no doubt, they were just close enough to a major city that there was a real threat of expansion as living inside of Chicago became less appealing and they spread to the country. His father had already had several inquiries into the farm and they had been rebuffed as they still made enough money to keep it profitable. And the people that came from the city were a wonder in and of themselves, he hadn't grown up with so many people in the area his own age. He had had his siblings and a few farms had children, but that was it. And all of the new neighbors consisted of both humans... and another species entirely.

Unicorns. The word itself sent a delightful shiver down his spine as he slipped along the path as silently as he could manage. They'd never had a unicorn in their small town, though he'd seen them in Chicago often enough. Out here it had been nearly impossible to see them, but with the influx of people, several unicorns had opted to leave the cities and settle in more comfortable areas. The farms had been ideal for them, at least that's what he'd heard from his parents when talk of selling the farm had come up. The stallions needed room to be comfortable and the ones moving out here were wealthy professors and bankers, ones that made enough money to afford to build luxury estates that would hold their harems and offspring with ease. Jonathan had nearly been beside himself when the farm that was across the road from themselves had been sold.

Ulysses was everything that he had been told a unicorn was. He was silvery-white with a long flowing mane that was always braided intricately with flashes of gold and silver. He was no bigger than a good sized pony, but he was more slender and graceful so that he looked almost deer-like. The cloven hooves had been silver and gold colors in the sunlight, flashing like true metal. The first time he'd seen the creature he had felt almost mesmerized by the way he moved through the field leading two panting men who were obviously builders. He had been ethereal, something that had no right to exist upon the earth, but there he had been with a twinkle in his emerald eyes and a strangely knowing look to the way he held his head. Within two years the house had been build, a grandiose single story mansion that had been settled far back on the property and soon obscured by growing bushes, but Jonathan's excitement, curiosity and interest had not stopped.

Would that I had Changed.. He thought, not for the first time, but with just as much longing as he had felt in the summer when the solstice had come and he had remained human. No one in their little town had Changed, but that didn't mean some hadn't hoped for it.

For five years Ulysses had lived beside the farm, separated by the road and an ever growing swath of bushes that gave the professor privacy to tend to his own life without the complications of others pushing their way into his little world. And for five years Jonathan had been spying on him in secret, always wanting to know more about the life that the unicorn led. He had a harem, a true harem, seven women lived in the estate and seemed to get along well with a pack of children that ranged from three years old all the way up to his own age. It was a lively household, always out and about, but it was the unicorn he had eyes for. A creature that seemed to have walked out of legend, reputably two centuries old if he were a day and ageless looking when he was spotted. Untouchable, unknowable, unobtainable.

Jonathan flushed to himself as he passed through the multihued leaves that were getting ready to fall and tried not to think about the angry talk his father had had with him. It was unnatural that he had spent so much time spying on their neighbor, but he had never quite stopped, even when he was aware of the disapproval his father showed him. Perhaps it was simply because his first venture into any sort of erotic thought had been when the unicorn had come, perhaps it was because there was something strangely attractive about the beast and his women, he had no idea why, he just knew that he couldn't stop thinking about Ulysses and it had only grown worse. The obsession had been in check until the Solstice, he had ignored it, fought it, tried to keep his mind on the farm and work, but when he didn't Change...

The young man licked his lips nervously and moved from the path and towards the border land that separated Ulysses' land from the woods. He tried to be silent and swift, a hard prospect when the woods were filled with fall leaves, but he managed. He knew where he was going, even as his stomach roiled with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. The woods opened up towards the back part of the estate, no fence was needed as the trees themselves formed a bit of a barrier and that meant he was given an unimpeded view of the house and the stallion when he was out on the hoof. That had been his intent, he had never come here to do anything more than just spy a little. That was the entire reason!

I just wanted to get a closer look, maybe see how he lives.. He told himself, his cheeks burning as he slipped down along a small creak and moved along rock to rock, his breathing speeding up a little bit as he followed the stream towards a specific spot. It was innocent.

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Yes, it was innocent, in the past tense. As he came to the edge of the property line his tongue felt dry as he was nearly shaking when he saw the flash of white in the brilliant fall foliage. Ulysses was out, again, he knew the stallion was going into the woods when he had arrived at his estate and shrugged away the greetings of his harem. He had left with purpose and that's when Jonathan had followed, because he knew where the stallion was going.

He followed the white flashes with his heart in his throat, the heat growing along his cheeks and lower as he dropped down onto his belly and licked his lips nervously. He knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't stop himself as he heard a short grunt coming from the small wooded area in front of him. The flashes of white came from the tail that was whipping back and forth while the stallion's body loomed up between the trees, reared up high on his haunches. Jonathan's mouth went dry and he dropped down onto his belly and wriggled between the trees making sure that he was well out of sight as the stallion snorted and pranced, struggling to keep the doe beneath him from bolting away as he pinned her in place. His forelegs were wrapped around the slender tan chest, tugging the quivering animal backwards as he nibbled along her curved neck.

He'd seen deer mate before during the rut, but he'd never even heard of unicorns being drawn to them, not until he'd accidentally stumbled across Ulysses enjoying his time with one. He had been so shocked the first time that he hadn't been able to really connect what he was seeing as the stallion had labored over the quivering confused doe, he'd just watched in shock as the haunches had pumped and strained, the doe had bleated and cried out under her strange lover. When it was over, Jonathan had been left red faced, confused, aroused and embarrassed, but that hadn't stopped him from watching as the spent pink shaft had slipped free of the too small sex and drooped down under the white belly. He hadn't been able to look away, and so, his autumn had made him come out to hunt in an entirely new way.

The young man flushed hotly as he instinctively looked down, the stallion's heavy cock was swaying under him, filling out while he teased the doe under him. The slight thing was trembling, her eyes white rimmed, but she had locked herself in place. The fear wasn't on her strange would-be suitor, but the first rut and the very strangeness burning in her loins. Jonathan bit his lower lip as he watched her tail fluttering when the stallions swelling cock stiffened and bumped upwards, thudding right between her legs and dragging along her hidden teats before drooping down again. His forelegs curled a bit more tightly against her as he leaned forward with a low noise, almost soothing the virginal creature.

She was bleating out nervously when he shifted, his weight making her splay her hind legs apart before he watched the pink cock stiffening and swinging upwards again. There was nothing human about it, the entire length was bestial with a blunt rounded tip as something dribbled out and spilled downwards again. It was large, easily the length of his forearm and swollen to the thickness of his wrist as the stallion shifted and rocked upwards while the cock swung up high and probed lightly at his newest little toy. The yearling gave a bucking little attempt to escape, but Ulysses was ready for her, grabbing the back of her neck with his teeth as his too large cock pushed up along her heat swollen cunny.

Jonathan bit back a whimper and shifted against the trees, his eyes locked on the sight as he felt his pants tightening in reaction to his growing arousal. He had no idea how the stallion managed to lure does to him when he was obviously not a buck, they certainly realized how unlike a deer he was pretty rapidly. The cock was so much larger than a narrow boned shaft a deer would boast, and it ground itself up against the vulnerable flower with a forceful push that made the yearling shudder and jerk forward, her head snapping up as if she realized what she'd gotten herself into. The young man let out a soft noise, stifling it as he watched the tight little folds being stretched open as the cock began to wedge and force its way into her youthful form.

The stallion didn't force it like an animal, he rocked and worked his hips, carefully stretching the bleating doe as she tried belatedly to scramble out from under him as she was filled. The unicorn was nearly the same size as the deer, perhaps not in weight, but certainly in height, he also knew how to keep a panicked doe in place even if they were trying to bolt. Jonathan tried to imagine how tight she must be wrapped around his cock. The rippling walls had never wrapped around a cock before, they must have been nearly splitting as the shaft plunged in deeper to greet the stallion. Her heat made her slick, but precum was oozing in as well, he could imagine it, warm and slippery as it spread in deeper and deeper helping to ease the cock into her passage. Jon reached down, slipping his hand into his pants with a swift breath as his fingers reached down to brush against his hardened cock.

The shaft worked in deeper, the powerful silver hips were shuddering and driving forward to help burrow his way into her body. The white-pink orbs swayed back and forth as the stallion's tail lashed back and forth and his back arched upwards, showing off the muscles haunches that helped drive him in deeper. Jonathan shuddered, the force behind the thrusts was daunting, the way the legs wrapped round the doe were possessive and dominating. He could imagine the feel of them, the teeth on his shoulder as the stallion sank home inch by inch, forcing his way past virginal muscles that were left struggling to hold every last inch fo the shaft being driven home with increasingly more forceful thrusts. The wet precum and juices were oozing out of her taut little quim, the very size of him making it impossible for the lubricant to remain there as he tucked his hind legs closer to either side of her and gave a rough pull backwards before his medial ring sank home.

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the edges of the tree bark as his fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped up and down. It wasn't the doe he imagined holding his cock, all he was thinking of was the powerful hips driving down against him and dominant hold of teeth against his neck. The hooves thudded on the ground loudly, kicking up leaves as the doe tried to twist away in confusion, as if she understood this wasn't how a doe was supposed to be bred, but he refused to let her go. He hunched his back up and drove his medial ring in and out with wet fleshy sounds as it popped in and out. When the young man opened his eyes he saw the arching hips drive forward, almost hopping with the harsh thrust that sent the yearling to her knees.

It was bestial, it was primal, the stallion rode her and kept her pinned on her fore knees as his slippery cock dragged in and out, his harsh snorts and groans uninhibited. Jonathan's eyes were locked at the sight of the upturned white furred rump presented to the stallion, his mind flaring hot with desire as he pumped his own cock, working his fingers around himself and squeezing. He struggled to be quiet, biting hard enough on his lower lip that he nearly drew blood as he began to hump into his own touch. He could imagine the throbbing cock in his passage, the swollen flesh pulling and stroking with a demand that he had to answer. There was no doubt in his mind that Ulysses would take what he wanted, but oh how Jonathan wanted to give it to him, offer it up on a silver platter.

Fuck fuck fuck... He squeezed his eyes shut as the unicorn's thrusts began to shorten and his own breathing came out in rapid little gasps and barely contained whimpers.

He could see the stallion dropping for him, the swinging pink cock at the ready to lay his claim and Jonathan so easily imagined himself as the doe. Would he be pinned? Would he cry and struggle at the size or would he bask in the feel of it working through him and beg for more? He began to breathe raggedly, his lips parted wide and his head back as his own hand coaxed his reactions, his body quivering while he shoved his pants down further and his entire cock was pushed out into the open. He was the doe, feeling the hammering thrusts inside of him, the hot breath at his nape. The stallion's need was building on his back, the raw desire to make his claim on his newest prize.

Jonathan's throat tensed and he arched his back, rolling back behind the tree, trying to be quiet as his back bowed and he stopped the cry that wanted to come free. His cock began to throb and quiver against his belly, resting along the underside of his stomach as his hands clenched down. He was lost in the vision of being on his knees, of the heat and weight on him, his aching body gloriously stretched around the pink cock and he went over the edge. Hot tacky come erupted from his cock tip and was flung up along his belly in wet waves. He wriggled and twisted back and forth, pumping and pulling along his cock rapidly as each pulse splattered against his fingers. Behind him the stallion let out a trumpeting cry, purely equine sounding that only drew out the lad's orgasm.

He knew what was happening, even as he leaned his head back pried open an eye to watch the stallion strain above the wide eyed yearling. Her body tensed as he painted her insides with a rush of his seed, not just a spurt or two like a human, but hot pressured waves that battered into her empty womb in time with the balls that heaved upwards. Ulysses was still and panting, his breathing coming in short breaths above her as Jonathan continued to pump his cock, smearing his own cum over himself while he trembled in place. Only twenty feet away from what he most desired, twenty feet away from being the doe for the stallion, that thought was enough to coax a last weak ooze of semen over his fingers as he set his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. He'd be humiliated, embarrassed and horrified later, just like he always was, but for these few moments he would savor it.

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Ulysses lifted his head and felt the yearling's walls clamping down harder around his cock as he softened, the oozing cum pooled right up against her cervix while she milked around him. Her walls were so wonderfully soft feeling, the muscles drawn so tight that it was almost painful and he shifted his hips to grind forward before dragging back. She let out a weak little bleat while some of his cum squelched out around him, but she wasn't going to bolt now. The worst was over, it was always rough on a fresh yearling the first time, but that certainly didn't make it an ounce less appealing. The stallion shifted his weight back onto his haunches and let his legs slide along her as his cock dragged free with a wet sucking sound. His cock tip popped free, still flared and sensitive, and strands of his cum painted her inner hind legs as he stepped back and dropped back to all fours with a rough huffing sound.

The yearling blinked rapidly back at him and dropped down to her belly, folding her hind legs weakly beneath her while her tail was held awkwardly up along the line of her back. He tilted his head to one side and tossed his forelock out of the way to see her gaping pink folds oozing his cum and her scent mingled with his own. She'd not find another buck to breed her this fall, not while she was reeking of unicorn, but he'd satiate her heat several more times throughout the fall while it lasted. Most of the yearlings he toyed around with in the fall stayed near his border, perhaps instinctively drawn to him once he'd managed to corner them and claim the maidenhoods.

Not that I dislike my girls.. He gave himself a shake and nosed the yearling with a possessive rumble It's just nice to have something with a bit of spice to it.

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His cock hung heavy and soft under him, dragging upwards towards his sheath and drooling strands of doe heat and cum to the ground. The idea of the doe nearly made him plump up again, but he was too old to give into that particular urge. It wasn't that he disliked having his human women, he loved every one and savored them, but after nearly a hundred and eighty years it became more automatic and less...interesting. He had sired generations of offspring, some of them had even Changed in seasons past, he had children enough to make any unicorn proud. The does were wild and free, they didn't fling themselves at him the way his human women did, they weren't predictable either. They required cunning and patience to catch them, they all reacted with such shock and delectable fear and desire that he lusted after them every fall for the last few years.

The yearling he had just claimed had been one he had been stalking for several nights and worked to lure her near his border. She was a lovely little thing, a bit smaller than most and more suspicious, that's what had made it all the more victorious to actually claim her. He knew his wives had found out what he did here, though not a one of them had spoken up, likely they thought he didn't wish to risk pregnancy. After all, a stallion could only support so many children and their virility was legendary. Ulysses smirked to himself as he tilted his head back and used his horn to rub an itch on his haunch. If they only knew how many fawns could trace their lineage back to these little romps they might have protested a bit more loudly.

Improving the species. _ He thought to himself and turned about, letting the freshly bred doe take her ease as he glanced back to the house. _Give me another few generations and no hunter will be able to catch them, let alone kill them.

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As he turned, his amusement grew when his eyes flicked towards the spot set well back from his little clearing and the scuffed up leaves that could have been from his chasing and cornering his newest doe. Except, they hadn't. They never did. The stallion's ears pricked up and he snuffed the air, wrinkling his upper lip back at the sweet alluring tang of a virgin.

_So, he's found his way here again, has he? _ Ulysses turned his head away and pretended to use his horn to go back to his itch, but he shifted just right to show off the three fat inches of cock still hanging from his sheath.

The stallion would have had to be nose dead and blind to miss the fact that he had a watcher when he came out to tend to the does. The first time he had been willing to believe the watcher had stumbled across him and been too embarrassed to say anything or run, but the times afterwards... Ulysses had, at first, dismissed it as a curious person who simply was behaving in an uncivilized manner, but it had happened again and again. At first, it hadn't been often, just now and then the same person came to watch and grew excited, but then he had begun to try and find out who it was. He began to use certain patterns for when he came to the forest to see if they would follow and, more importantly, who it was.

And, to be truthful, it added a sweet bit of spice to his time with the does to have a watcher that grew so terribly excited. It became a game, one that he drew out and was drawn to with every breath of that warm virginal scent the lad gave him. He knew who it was, there was little missing the way one of the farm boys watched him, or that lovely scent. A handsome lad that was lean and elegant looking, far too gentle looking to do harsh work on the farm, and one who reeked of untried things and forbidden desires. Normally he rested here for a while, flaunting his prize while his watcher recovered and only leaving when the last bit of his cock had pulled back into his sheath, but today... Today he tasted the sweet scent on the air and curled his tail tip behind him. Puckishly, he toyed with the idea of doing something more. His lust was satiated yes, but not his desire for something more, something new, something different.

When has something surprised me? Delighted me with shock? Given me a new sensation. _ He lifted his head up and deliberately looked at the tree. There was a virgin there, not a female no, but had he ever tried a lad? His shaft plumped up at the thought and his nostrils flared wide. _Why enjoy a long life if you don't enjoy the best parts?

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Jonathan shrank back against the bark as the stallion's attention seemed fixated on the forest, his body was still shaking and cum painted his belly. He couldn't believe he'd done this again, embarrassed himself with such an immoral behavior when he'd told himself before he'd never do it again. He leaned his head back against the bark and pulled his pants up, ignoring the mess as best he could and tried to make very little sound. If the unicorn didn't hear him, the doe was sure to realize a human was in the woods once she recovered. The only reason she hadn't bolted yet was because she was exhausted and laying on the ground, oozing rich semen from her body. He throttled down a moment of jealousy and tried to button his pants with one hand.

<Now, that would be a waste of an enjoyable view, dear boy.> A drawling voice pushed into his mind, rich and velvety it pushed over his thoughts and made him freeze. <Of course, humans are very particular about being modest. A pity, but I suppose not having a sheath does have its problems.>

"SIR!" He yelped out in horror, turning to see a white head peering around the tree with an emerald eye sparkling with what could only be amusement. He jerked his pants up and scrabbled back. "S-sorry! I didn't know you were out-"

<Oh come now! Are we going to lie, Jonathan? Such a disgraceful thing to do.> Ulysses thoughts were like something dark and sweet, rolling over his thoughts in such a way that Jonathan's cheeks burned from the intimate touch. <I do hope you enjoyed the show, I was sure you would like her. She was just so terribly.. new..>

The unicorn stalked him with his white ears up high and his horn catching the light so it flared silver. There was no other word for it but stalking, the rippling muscles moved smoothly as any cats and his hooves were almost silent on the forest floor. Jonathan kept one hand holding his pants up, wanting to simply run away, but the unicorn moved in front of him with a head tilted just at the right angle so that the strange equine eye was studying him intently, sliding over his body as if weighing him, judging him, which made it all the worse. What made it worse, was the mind-voice. He'd talked with Ulysses before, briefly, and the mind voice had been just like a regular one, only in his head. But now, now the words curled through his mind and were layered with meanings that sent a tremor down his back.

"I didn't mean to..i-intrude." Jonathan couldn't stop blushing, he wanted to die. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life and now the object of his obsession knew about what he'd been doing. "I've just never seen anything like that.. I mean, I just happened-"

<More lies.> Ulysses laughed, the sound was a merry whicker, but also a warm purr that pushed through Jon's mind like unseen fingers. He trembled at the feel as the unicorn continued to walk slowly around him, the long leonine tail flicked out to curl along his legs. <So ashamed that you enjoyed what you saw, but I suppose being so young you might wish to deny desires.>

_Oh god, does he know? Really know? _He hunched his shoulders a little and pulled backwards, attempting to make his guilt less known.

"It's not like you see that every day!" His voice almost cracked, making him flush hotter and look back towards the clearing. The doe was gone, she had probably bolted the first time he's spoken.

<Did you enjoy watching?> The question was layered with a feeling of heat and amusement, running over his mind in a way that had Jonathan shaking in place. <Perhaps you dreamed of a doe of your own, one that would be as sweet as the one I found for myself.>

Jonathan felt a muzzle brush along his shoulder. Unicorns were typically short, so the touch shouldn't have been intimidating given the head was just barely at level with his shoulder, but it was. The lips brushed over him and made his stomach go tense in reaction as the warm breath tickled against his neck and he couldn't stop a sudden shiver that rushing over him and he tucked his head down while the stallion brushed past his back and moved around in front of him again. He felt the body running along him, the smooth silken hide that made him want to reach out to touch the warmth to see if it was truly as soft as it looked.

<But I do not think you wished for a doe of your own.> The stallion tilted his head and suddenly teeth ran lightly along his neck, the lips so soft and delicate as they parted, ran to either side while there was the briefest touch of a tongue. <Did you, Jonathan?>

"No." He breathed the word, his heart pounded in his ears as he felt the muzzle sliding down gently so that the emerald eyes could regard him. Why had he just admitted that? "I mean, I-I need to go. I should go."

<Those are two very separate things.> Ulysses pricked his ears up and took a step back, the eyes weren't amused now, they were intense enough that Jonathan felt pinned in place. <If you need to go, then go in peace and we will say no more of your adventures within the forest. But if you_should_ got, let me assure you that you are standing on the border of my estate and what you should do when standing here has very little to do with the expectations of the human world.>

The young man gaped at the stallion, the last words were working over his thoughts as sweetly as syrup on the tongue, suggesting something beneath what was said that made him want to run. He should run. The stallion stood there like a creature carved from sugar and alabaster, the heat in the green eyes was honest and intent, weighing and waiting for an answer. An answer to a question that Jonathan had fantasized about in the past, albeit only when he was in the deep throes of lust and desire, never like this.

"I.. If I don't need to leave?" He finally answered, his heart felt as if he were going to pass out just asking that question.

Ulysses let out a laugh, his teeth flashing briefly as he stepped forward in the same stalking movement he had used before. There was no answer in words, but the stallion approached with his neck arched and ears held high. Jonathan let out a trembling breath as the stallion stepped forward with a little click of the metallic hooves against a stone before the muzzle slid up right along the edge of his shoulder and the breath tickled out again. The stallion's teeth spread open and caught his shoulder possessively, biting down and squeezing hard enough that he let out a cry while the stallion used the hold to pull him against the white chest, so terribly close. The hold was almost bruisingly hard, the same possessive grip that the stallion had used on the doe just a short time ago.

<Down, Jonathan.> Ulysses rumbled as he mind-spoke, the chest rubbed along him as the grip on the shoulder tugged him down lower. <You are not as short as my doe.>

He started to drop down onto his knees as he felt the heat of the breath running along his shoulder, it was just like his fantasy. It was enough like it that he was embarrassed to realize that his pants were not only still unbuttoned, but sagging down as his knees touched the leaves and the teeth released his shoulder. Even being compared to the doe was a thrill as he moved a hand up and brushed along the neck, his fingers felt smooth hide far more soft than any horse he had ever touched. It was warm, almost feverishly hot as he stroked all the way down to the shoulder and the stallion whickered laughter before ducking his head down.

The warm horn slid along his shoulder, teasing over him lightly while mobile lips caught his shirt and gave a firm tug that left him little doubt as to what Ulysses wanted. Jonathan's hands shook as he reached up to pull his shirt upwards. He was scared, elated, worried, excited, terrified, it was all jumbled up as the stallion's gentle lips brushed along his bare stomach with small whiskers that dotted the chin running higher up in a tickling brush that made goose bumps run down his arms. He put his shirt aside just as a warm caressing tongue brushed along one of his nipples, a light flick that made him suck in a breath.

"I-I've never done anything.." He managed to get the words out as the horn ran lightly along his shoulder, the stroke making him reach up to run his fingers along the thick soft mane.

<If you had, the offer would not be here.> Amusement, heat, desire, confidence. <Of course, I have no intention of taking that away this evening.>

"You... don't?" Jonathan drooped a bit, but the tongue flicked out again, a rolling stroke that made him cry out and dig his fingers into the thick heavy mane.

<Humans are frail, my lad, human males... are less accommodating than my ladies.> Ulysses' muzzle shifted over, flicking out again. <I have no intention of causing you such distress.>

"Th-then why...." He trailed off and groaned as the teeth nipped sharply along his shoulder and held there for a moment, digging in just hard enough to bruise.

<Because I want you, sweet lad.> The possessiveness was mixed with increasing lust. <I plan on taking it from you, but not without you knowing what will come of it and being prepared. And right now, I would like you to see up close what you would be getting from me in the bargain.>

"I've seen, sir." He felt awkward as he stroked down the back and felt the unicorn's hide shivering as the muzzle trailed along his chest again. "I mean, y-you caught me."

<Not up close. You haven't felt me, touched me, held me, tasted me...> Ulysses all but purred, the words made him swallow. <And I will not accept you until you have done so, I want you to understand what you will bargain for and not look back with regrets or fear.>

"You want me to.." He trailed off and felt his ears reddening as the stallion whickered laughter and nosed his shoulder lightly before sliding down to nibble along his side.

<Explore. Touch me, let me touch you, explore me, taste me, caress me and if you wish to leave you may at any time, or... find out just what is in store for you beneath me.> Ulysses shifted and Jonathan's eyes slid down as they always did on the stallion, he had never been able to resist peeping.

The shaft that had so recently deflowered the doe hung down proud and heavy beneath his belly, well over half of his girth was swinging from his sheath with the pouch hanging open wide from the promising weight. His cheeks burned while the stallion continued to tease with his mobile lips, the light brushing pushes teased down lower and ran along the curve of his belly. He'd never imagined the stallion's touch could be so deft, especially given the fact that he didn't have hands. But the lips were far more gentle and mobile than fingers, they caressed and stroked over bare skin, alternating with his tongue and the careful brush of the teeth on the most sensitive parts of his body. It was a shock of pleasure that made Jonathan suck in a breath and arch while moving a hand along the smooth side.

A hundred times he had thought about doing just this with the unicorn, he had imagined what it would feel like on his fingers, what the body would be doing as his fingers wandered and now it was happening. He slid beneath the slender chest, fingers outstretched, and brushed right along the swelling pink length with just the pads of his fingers. The stallion let out an approving noise and ran the whorled length of his horn along Jon's shoulder as the lad caressed lightly along the stiffening girth. His fingers rubbed along the edges, running towards the tip while shifting to his hip with a tremor that was running down the length of his spine. The shaft was still slick feeling from the doe, his fingers trailed towards the tip as the teasing lips worked along the edge of his hip and nudged his pants downwards.

Jonathan felt dizzy as his fingers wrapped around the plump glans he had watched so many times, the warmth of it swelled against his touch as the stallion stiffened and shifted his hips with a slight buck forward. He heard the low noise rumbling from the silvery throat as the square teeth nibbled along his thigh. The young man slipped his fingers up and leaned down, feeling the warm breath tickling along his skin as the lips trailed up again. Ulysses stepped to the side, shifting to position himself so that Jonathan could reach up and run his fingers around the cock tip lightly as it stiffened up and dropped entirely from the sheath. The scent was strangely sweet and exotic, not equine like he assumed it would be, but an alluring smell that made him lean in as his fingers caressed down the length.

It was larger than he had thought, more solid, as his fingers pumped along the medial ring and felt the girth stiffening and swinging upwards. The stallion's muzzle guided him, the light touches ran along the line of his spine and nibbled higher up. It wasn't forceful, but coaxing as the leaves crunched beneath Jonathan's knees and he shifted down to run his fingers around the opening of the glans. A oozing dribble of precum spilled out and caught along his finger, coating between them in a gooey strand.

<Taste.> Ulysses' mind voice was rich and firm, commanding so Jonathan licked his lips and lifted his fingers up. He was nearly dizzy with desire and embarrassment, but it didn't stop him from flicking his tongue tip out against his finger.

It was sweet, not cloyingly sweet, but faintly sweet and like vanilla on his tongue as he licked out. Not what he expected, no, and certainly not something that tasted bad at all, but it felt as if his tongue was tingling as he swallowed and shivered. He wanted this, he wanted the stallion, and there was a light possessive nip along the curve of his bared rump as he leaned forward and dropped his hand into the thick fall leaves. His other hand lifted the cock up so he could run his tongue tip right along the tip, feeling the unicorns shiver of pleasure as he scooped up the taste of the sweet precum and moved his tongue about in slow teasing circles. Faintly he could taste the tang of the doe, and whatever embarrassment he felt at that was lost as the stallion's hips rocked forward with a shove that sent the cock tip rubbing right over his lips and cheeks.

It was automatic, unthinking, his lips parted as the cock tip shoved against them and slid forward to push right along the line of his tongue. The hot splatter of precum hit against him, coating his tongue while he swallowed and worked his throat. The too large tip pried his jaws open wide and rubbed gently forward, the long leonine tail coiled along his back and legs to drag long silken hairs over him as the drooling precum dribbled over him and made him struggle to swallow the slimy spill. He moved his hand up, his fingers curled around the medial ring and squeezed lightly while inch by inch he pushed his head upwards.

The throbbing length caressed along his tongue, running over the edges as he pushed forward and drew back again, saliva coating the thickened length as he let out a soft noise. The nose ran along the small of his back, the whiskers tickled before the heat of a broad tongue pushed out to tease right along the curve of his ass. He tensed up, but didn't stop pushing his lips upwards, swallowing and pulling along the length of the cock as the stallion gave a hunching thrust forward and let out a rumbling groan. He swallowed, tensing and rippling the muscles while another splatter of precum spilled out in a hot wash that flooded his throat. He dug his fingers against the leaves as the elegant muzzle slipped along his ass cheeks, teasingly flicking a tongue out along his inner thigh.

This was what he wanted, his body was throbbing and alive with sensation while his cock started to plump up again. He wasn't fully hard, his recovery time just wasn't that good, but at the same time he didn't care. He was entranced with the taste of precum on his tongue, of the animalistic length that pushed along the roof of his mouth and deeper. Too much, it was too thick, his jaws ached as he tried to spread them out wider and the silvery haunches gave a gentle rock forward before dragging backwards just a hair. The medial ring barely brushed against his lips with the next thrust forward and the swollen tip nudged against the back of his throat. His fingers glided up, finding their way by simple touch as he curled higher in the air and felt a pair of ripe hanging orbs right against his fingers.

He swallowed, a convulsive movement that rolled his tongue under the pink length and made the stallion rumble out and nip the curve of his ass cheek lightly. It wasn't a rebuke, it was urging him on, wanting him to continue what he was doing. It made him wriggle in place, trembling and arching his back as he pushed forward harder, wanting to please the stallion. His fingers curled along the sack, feeling the velvety warmth against his palm as he stroked them. They weren't coarsely haired as his own, these were almost silken feeling and pulsed under his touch, the throb echoed along the cock as he began to move his head back and forth. That taste, deliciously sweet and addictive, rolling past his tongue as he let out a low groan of his own.

A foreleg slipped over him, he felt the brush of a hoof running along his shoulders and the weight of a chest slipping over him. It was backwards, all wrong, but it was just right enough that he arched upwards and pushed himself recklessly forward. His jaws strained wider as the tip of the cock pumped inwards, pushing into his throat so he was left gasping and struggling around the feel of it. The forelegs gripped him tightly, demandingly, the warm muzzle slide along the curve of his ass teasingly as the hips gave a sudden lunge forward, grinding and thrusting so that a mixture of saliva and precum spilled along the line of his chin. He moved his hands out to grip the hind legs and tilted his head back, rocking and helping coax the animalistic length in deeper.

His tongue traced and stroked every vein, every bump, every odd place along the length greedily, swirling and curling, spreading the rich precum over the edges. Oh how easy it was to imagine the stallion truly on his back, what need did he have of fantasizing when what he wanted was driving forward with low noises of pleasure. The teeth set right against one of his rump cheeks, gripping him possessively as the forelegs curled and he had to struggle to hold up the stallion's weight. One thrust, two thrusts, powerful driving movements that made him muffle out a cry of shock as the cock tip plunged all the way into his throat, making it impossible to breathe as he was spread open so yawningly wide.

The teeth tensed down harder, the young man felt the pain dimly, his world narrowed down to the intimate feel of the tip starting to spread open and thicken. It dragged along his tongue and plunged forward again as Ulysses began to give short hard little bucks and the cloven hooves tightened against him. As the flare spread open, Jonathan felt the briefest moment of panic when the stallion pulled back and couldn't tug free. His flare was too large to pop free, it rested right along his tongue and the roof of his mouth before the diminutive stallion let out a shrill squealing cry and shuddered above him. The first pulse ran along the glistening pink shaft, quivering as it pushed right along the back of his throat before there was a hot pressured gush of cum erupting from him.

Jonathan tensed up and shuddered as the hot wave of semen splattered into his too small mouth. He struggled around it, swallowing and working as the hot rush spilled towards his throat, but far more spilled along the edges of his chin. His breathing came in short bursts as he jerked backwards just enough to relieve the pressured jets of cum that coated his tongue. He swallowed it down, the warmth slipping through him and coiling in his stomach in a strangely dizzying manner, he felt weighed down and heavy as he turned his head and slowly, deliberately, suckled and milked another hot dribble from the tip of the equine cock. Shame, embarrassment, doubt, they didn't have a place here, not with his stallion leaning over him and clutching him, the hot breath teasing along his hip in the most delightful manner.

<Oh yes, my lovely boy, you will make a prize in my harem like no other.> Ulysses mind voice was thick with satisfaction and pleasure, making Jonathan close his eyes as he ran his tongue over the still flared glans. He'd worry later what that meant, for now, he had exactly what he wanted.