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Who cleans the toilets in Rivendel? Seriously, come on; everyone saw those new_Lord of the Rings_movies. You all saw it: The Elven city of Rivendel, the last homely house. Thousands of elves, majestic and glorious, so elegant and refined, stuffed with magic far beyond the ken of mortal males... beyond his Barbie, too. Now think about it: Thousands of elves means hundreds of toilets. Hey, they do it too! You think any of those ethereal fuckers gets their hands dirty scrubbing the frigging porcelain bowl?

Still, if you can't imagine seeing an elf scrubbing a toilet, I have to ask: Can you imagine a unicorn doing it? No, of course you can't. Unicorns are magical, beautiful creatures, graceful, wise, magical; they piss rainbows and shit cinnamon rolls. Yeah, that's what you all think. Of course, I know better... but then I should. After all, I_am_ one of the fuckers.

Well, half of one, anyway, thanks to my father, mother-fucking (literally and figuratively) absentee paternal figure, cunt-and-a-half that he is. Oh, I know what you all think; how lucky I must be, even to be half one of those magic creatures. First of all, the magic is all fucking useless. Well... mostly. I still scrub fucking toilets for a living, so you tell me how much use unicorn magic is.

Secondly, the little magic unicorns do have comes at the price of being one of those cunts, and believe me, I know them like most people don't and will never. Okay, so on the plus side, my mother was a shire pony, so I can get by looking mostly like a full unicorn. Not to them, though; they all know with a single look. My horn is a dead giveaway - hurk horns are black, unicorn ones are white. A hurk is a half-unicorn child by the way; they look down on us far more than you daft sods look up to them.

Of course, the fact that I'm part shire horse means I build muscle easily, so naturally, I'm built like a fucking brick shithouse. I got bumps in all the right places. Feel free to have a squeeze, if you don't believe me just by looking. Or maybe you just want to grope a unicorn, you horny little fuckers. Nearly seven feet of prime stallion, and my body is so fucking tight, it makes other people buy me drinks and pay for my taxis.

What else do I have... oh, golden eyes. They come from my dad. I've been told they are quite stunning: Pure gold with just a hint of a glimmer. My fur is softer than a shire horse's, wonderfully velvet to the touch, meaning human's don't need to worry about carpet burns during a good hard fuck. It is a tableaux of various greys and white, dancing together, the most striking of which being the grey patch over my left eye. Of course, the tip of my muzzle is pink - soft velvet pink lips that are oh so well-trained, good to kiss and so much more.

So... you're probably thinking: Why's this miserable bastard so miserable? He looks good and very fuckable. Of course, you'd be right, I am indeed very fuckable. Problem is, the horn - or more accurately, the stuff I inherited from my unicorn father. You see, there's a thing about unicorns. Most legends about them reference our attraction to specific kinds of people. You know who I mean: Cherry fully intact? Shy? Inexperienced...?Virgins, if you have to have it spelled out for you.

However, most people don't understand the problem. You just think we are a bit perverted, maybe turned on by their innocence. While I can hardly say it's a turn_off,_ it isn't the reason we are known for seducing them. The truth is... there are two kinds of people in the world I can fuck: Unicorns (including other hurks) and virgins.

Of course, Father Dearest fucked off the second he knocked up my sweet old mum, so there was nobody there to explain that wonderful little detail... which would have been handy. You see, if a unicorn goes to fuck a non-virgin, he gets seriously nauseated. This led to a very awkward scene with my first boyfriend at high school. Most relationships would struggle if one of the partners vomited all over the face of the other mid-coitus. Oi, you want to talk about_coitus interuptus?_ Well, he broke up with me on the spot... after he had a shower, of course.

It was then that I started noticing and understanding stuff. You see (pardon the pun), I see things, things that you don't. There is an aura around virgins, a rainbow of seven colours dancing around the purest. Did you know you don't just have one cherry? Everyone thinks that, but it's not so simple; you in fact have a small bunch, a collection of virginities, if you will. So for people who have had certain experiences, their auras are diminished. Want me to explain further? Okay so here it is...

Gavin the Hurk's Guide to Your Virginities

The first and most rare virginity is your first kiss. This is a golden aura that tastes of honey and milk. It's rare that I get to taste this one; most people give it away very early on, often to someone they don't even remember.

Next up, we have giving a hand job, to male or female. Another rare gem, it is orange and often vanishes at the same time as its twin, the red aura of_getting_ a hand job. They taste quite similar, like lemon and lime, I quite enjoy tasting them together bringing my young partner to their peak and letting my own wash over me.

That brings us to our next stop, I'm sure you can guess where this is headed: Down low, of course. That's right: Four and Five (not six-and-nine) are giving oral and getting oral. It only counts if you or they orgasm. You'd be surprised how often the green for giving oral aura is still hanging around on a guy. It's a good indication that the guy is a selfish tit. Of course, the opposite is true to someone who lost his green but kept his blue aura. The blue tastes like mango, and the giving aura... mmm, actually, it tastes like cherries. I love that taste.

Last up - and you already know these two - the traditional ideas of what your virginity is: Getting fucked and fucking someone (silver and purple, respectively). The purple tastes like the finest dark chocolate. Oh God, I like to savour that one, take it nice and slow draw it out as long as I can. Silver is actually a bit of a surprise. It's a strong tart apple flavour; it rolls around the mouth and stays on the tongue.

Now, I know you're all confused, because virginities don't taste of anything. To_you,_ they don't, but to those of us who can see the truth of your virginities, they are_delicious._ When you give away a virginity, that aura becomes a part of the person you give it to. To take all seven is a beautiful thing indeed; to take all seven from a unicorn... well, that is very rare, for a non-unicorn, and it does have an interesting side effect. Of course, I'm not gonna go into that right now.

Now, taking a virginity is a wonderful feeling to us unicorns and hurks. That's why the unicorns live in LunarCity and don't welcome strangers, because in all honesty, it becomes quite addictive. They frown on those who go out amongst normal people like you and take the easy, low-hanging ripe fruit that can often be found.

I'll hold my paw up and say, I'm an addict. If there were a Virginity-Takers Anonymous (VTA?) support group... I wouldn't attend, 'cause I'd be too busy looking for someone to sleep with. That's one way in which my job is kinda perfect. You see, I'm not just a janitor; I'm a janitor at HeathrowAirport. Now, I know what you are thinking: "Why is an airport such a good place to hunt for virgins?"

Simple. I can only fuck a certain type of person. Millions of new people pass through the airport every day; it is a vast mini-city of its own. No two days are the same, so the number of virgins present... well, that's a pretty much a constant flow. Where I live I have taken the virginities that were easy to take, and I don't want to move. This place brings them to me fresh and ripe. Not only that, they are in a foreign place, sometimes lost and alone. Easy pickings for them that knows how to do it.

Now, I see that look of mild disgust and slight arousal on your face. Don't look down on me; I ain't never done anything to anyone who didn't want it. Hell, most of the people I deflower were lonely and sad, I brought a bit of joy and some wonderful moments into their lives. I gave them wonderful memories. A unicorn has certain magic gifts to help ease the passing of your virginity. You ask anyone who has been with a unicorn if they regret it, and they will say no. Even my mother didn't regret it.

Of course, things like this go better with an example, so let me tell you about one of my perfect scores, a beautiful and rare event. I have only ever done two in my life. It was a few years back, and it started just like any ordinary day. I'm mopping floors and keeping my eyes open, watching the guys and girls wander past. Many of them turn to stare; unicorns are very rare outside Lunar City.

While they stare in awe, I'm checking out their auras. (Girls have one less, you know; apparently, nature never thought about strap-ons, so they don't count.) Truth be told, I never had much taste for females. I'm sure they are fun in their own right, but for me, I like a cock and a flat chest.

Well, my eyes picked this guy out from across a busy airport. Thousands of people around, and he outshone them all. His aura was so bright, I knew what I was seeing a young gentlemen who had never even felt the lips of another. Hope sprang eternal, even though I knew the odds were that he would be on a flight soon, and I would be lucky if I had time even to get a kiss out of him.

He was beautiful, even without his pure aura: A red panda, his fur scarlet red, except his headfur, which was a zen-like splitting of black and white. I could see a long black-and-white ponytail dangling down his back. His tail was long and huge, so much fluffy fur, like black and white striped candyfloss... oh, how I wanted to taste him. Golden eyes looking around, shining and wide innocent, and yet sad.

I approached cautiously, mopping my way in his direction. You'd be surprised how quickly people dive out of the way of a wet mop; some days, I think I am washing the floor with acid or excrement, the looks people give me. They can keep their looks and shove them up their arse, for all I care, I keep things clean; it's myself I let get dirty.

When I was close enough, I spotted a ticket on the table he was sitting at, outside one of the many coffee shops. I practically punched the air in victory as I saw the flight number; working at the airport for years, I had memorised most of them. His flight had been cancelled, thanks to a pilot who didn't realise that turning up for work drunk was a really bad idea. Poor guy, he's got problems - a lion; I know him a little (or, rather, a lot). He and I had shared a few drinks a year earlier. That night I'd taken his final virginity, breeding him for hours, milking load after load out of his cock until I couldn't hold it anymore, and I blew deep and hard inside him.

While it was nice, I did feel a tad bit guilty; he was married, after all. He came calling for another taste a few weeks later, and I had to tell him the truth, that I wanted to but couldn't. What I wouldn't give to have been able to pull him back into my bed, to spend another night with my cock sliding between two warm golden hills. Or to have stayed with my high school lover.

I have tried, you know - to be with someone, to stay with someone, but there comes a time when watching someone else do what I desperately wanted to is too painful. It isn't enough for me to be a snuggle buddy; I need to be a lover, I need to hold a person, feel their heart beating against my chest as my cock slides into them, and watching others do it for me... it hurts. So have some pity for me. I may have deflowered more men than I can even count - innocents, not-so-innocents, adulterers, and many others. However, it's not like I have a choice.

Other unicorns see me as a thing at best, something to be pitied at worst. On my first and only trip to Lunar City, the unicorn marking my passport told me my mother should have had me aborted rather than bring a creature such as me into the world. Shocked? I was too. I still held some hope back then, that I would find someone. One visit with my father told me that was not to be so. When a father won't even acknowledge that the eighteen year old child in front of him is his, that child really knows their true worth.

Sorry... I seem to have wandered from my point. The panda - he wasn't going anywhere. His next flight out was at least twelve hours away, too short a time to get a room or go somewhere, and too long to just sit waiting without becoming terminally bored. He could have been tinsel-wrapped with a bow on his head and he wouldn't have been any more of a perfect gift. It wasn't even my birthday.

It was time to save him. I was to be his white knight (well, grey knight, anyway), riding in to save him from twelve long hours of sipping coffee and watching everyone else rushing to their destinations. With a grunt, I plopped down into the chair opposite him. "Bloody hell... what a day. My hooves are aching."

He was young and timid; no wonder he was still intact. A beauty such as him to have gone so long without being spoiled? It was criminal. "I... haven't had a good day, either," he muttered shyly, his eyes flicking over me. I caught the slight look of lust in his eyes, and then his shock at the horn on my head. Then he realised I had seen him looking, and the embarrassment overloaded him. He stared at his coffee, hoping no doubt the ground would swallow him up.

"It's ok to look at it. Most people do. Besides, a cute little guy like you, I certainly don't mind you looking... as long as I can look back." Okay, I know it's not subtle, but the thing about virgins (especially ones that hit his age - I guessed at the time he was late teens, and later on, I would see his passport, and he was indeed eighteen), they are nervous. Confidence, well, it's an attractive quality. It speaks of strength, and as long as you don't overplay it, you can really use it to your advantage.

"I... I... you're a..." Oh, his sweet stuttering! How I longed to taste those lips as I watched them quiver. I could see it in his eyes as he looked up at me: He was definitely attracted to me, and he was wondering why a unicorn was descending from his cloud to speak to a mortal. His accent definitely gave him away as an American. I always did have a soft spot for our cousins over the pond. Maybe it's just because a good British accent tends to make a lot of them go weak at the knees.

"Why, yes, I am," I said with a grin, leaning across the table so that my breath - sweet, grass scented breath - washed over his face. "I'm a janitor."

He laughed despite himself and brushed his hair away from his face, his pretty face. His eyes had rings of white fur that seemed to make the gold of his iris glow more. Or maybe that was just his aura. I licked my lips; just a little a little moisture helps them shine and draws guys eyes to them. "I'm not a pure-blood unicorn, by the way. Just a half-breed. No magic... well, not entirely_no_ magic. I do have one magic part."

His eyes jumped up straight to my horn, and I chuckled and shook my head. "There's nothing magic about_that_ horn," I sniggered, the tone I used letting him know the other horn that I meant. There was no lie in my voice, because it's true: I do have a magic cock. No, don't laugh; it's truly magic. I can rail a virgin ass with this long, thick muscle, just as hard as if I was nailing a slut who had already taken six other cocks that day, and all he would feel is pleasure. No pain or discomfort, no tearing or bruising. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure, constant and powerful, so much so that my lovers often remember nothing of riding my cock, only that it was akin to heaven on Earth. "You want to touch it?"

This time, his eyes dived low, and I saw him squirming in his chair. It was so simple and easy. Of course, part of that is unicorn magic, or maybe just mystique: Everyone wants to nail a unicorn. The reason? Oh, it's actually quite simple. We are good-looking, and we say no to almost everyone. The idea of one of us hitting on you is just the thing of wank fantasies. Those few lucky enough to lay with a unicorn tend to brag about it the rest of their lives.

"Not that horn," I teased him, "the one on my head." With a toss of my mane, I flashed him my best killer smile, and I saw him squirming more. With a lusty tone, I whispered softly, "Well... maybe you can touch_that_ horn later. How about we get to know each other over a coffee? My name's Gavin."

The next hour, we talked. Inch by inch, I pulled him out of his shell. He was young, just waiting to go on to college, with dreams of being a doctor. I shared some information about myself, a few jokes and anecdotes, making him laugh and relax. Some guys would have tried to ply the young guy with drinks, trying to seduce him the easy way. Well, not me. I didn't need such crude weapons as booze or (worse) drugs. Rape is vile, especially rape of someone so young and pure. I have convinced a few guys to do things they never though they would, but I have never taken someone when they didn't or couldn't consent.

After half an hour, I was no longer sitting across from him; I was next to him. My fingers were playing with his as we talked. He was so energetic and eager, smiling at me shyly, and I had let him touch my horn. Leaning my head down, I felt him stroke over the ivory with gasps of awe. Then I looked up, his fingers falling away from my horn as gold stared at gold. I whispered softly that I knew a place we could go; someplace private where he could wait out his replacement flight, without having to stay in the noisy crowded public areas of the airport.

He accepted without a moments hesitation, and he took my hand. My hooves made loud clopping sounds on the tiles as I led him quickly through the crowds. I could feel my cock aching and beginning to swell. I knew it wouldn't be long before it got to taste another virgin. Stepping up to a door marked "Staff Only," I whipped out a key, used it on the door, and pulled him inside. The noise of the crowd was gone the second the door closed. I led him down a series of corridors quickly and into my private lair.

It had once been a storage room, but everyone had long since forgotten it. Everyone but me, that is. I had seen the potential: A small camp bed in the corner, a few comfy pillows and blankets. The best little shagging pad I could make. Dimmed lights and some nice air fresheners - a cherry-scented room for the taking of cherries. It seemed somehow fitting.

"I... I haven't done this sort of thing before," he whispered, as if saying the words aloud would be somehow wrong. I just smiled and pulled him into my arms, his lithe body pressed to my firm muscles, I looked down into his eyes, and I saw him melt with joy.

With a happy sigh, I leaned down and softly nuzzled his cheek and neck with my velvet muzzle, inhaling his scent savouring his presence. "It's okay, sweetie. I could tell. Don't worry - I won't hurt you, and if you say 'stop' at any time, I will stop." Every word of that was true. I could be hilt deep in his ass, and if he told me "No," I would pull out. I'd probably have a near-terminal case of blue balls, but I would pull out.

However, my words had the effect I'd hoped for. He relaxed even more, laying his head against my strong chest and holding me tightly. Then he looked up at me, his eyes questioning, full of want and doubt. I knew what he wanted, and I leaned down to take it. Oh, sweet and creamy, the deliciousness of a first kiss, his lips so tender and questing, his body trembling against mine as he moaned so sweetly. My velvet lips locked to his; his eyes were closed as he lost himself to the moment.

Our lips parted, and I saw his aura diminish just a little. With a deep sigh, I felt it inside me. I had taken something from him, something beautiful and delicate, something he gave me oh so willingly. That sounds horrible to some, but it is a joy. I remember giving my own away; it was a beautiful moment. The kiss is the one joy I am able to partake in again and again, until my lover has fully lost his auras. It is never as sweet as the first, but I still love the feel of my lover's lips, the taste of his excitement, and flutter of his heart.

With that in mind, I dove down again, and he pressed up, our lips meeting in the middle. Warm and soft, our lips parted, our tongues danced. As I was the more experienced partner, he let my tongue lead. That's something to love about virgins: They always want to let you take charge, because they're so scared of making a mistake. Of course, the bad thing about virgins is that, sometimes, their inexperience leads them to make such a mistake.

Scarlett didn't; he was sweet, tender, perfect in every way. Scarlett. That was his name, and it suited him. It certainly matched his fur. His lips tasted of sugar, and his tongue felt good in my mouth. I suckled on the slippery muscle, and he moaned and shuddered with bliss. That's when I felt it, a firm lump pressing into my hip, grinding into it actually. The horny little guy was practically humping my leg, like some over-stimulated dog.

With a smile, I broke the kiss and moaned softly into his ear. "Mmm... how about we lose our pants, before your hot rod burns them up?"

He blushed and nodded his agreement. My paws were quicker than his, and I heard his gasp in shock as my eager fingers found and unfastened his flies. Then I slipped to my knees as I pulled them down. Looking up, I gave him a confident wink, as my fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers. I could feel his entire body trembling as I tugged on the cotton and elastic.

My eyes lowered to see what had been poking into me so eagerly. With a deft tug, his boxers fell to the floor to reveal a rather tasty looking morsel. He wasn't huge, but not tiny either, a good average size, one any male would not be ashamed of. With a moan and a shudder, his young musk hit me squarely in the nose. I huffed deeply, my warm breath flowing over his fluffy balls and trembling pink flesh.

The noise and trembling that I got from him let me know just how excited he was. I knew that what I was looking at was a delectable hair trigger. I would have to choose my moment carefully, or I would pull that trigger far too early. Instead, I placed a soft tender kiss against his cocktip, just for a moment savouring the taste of hot flesh, sweaty and musky. He gasped, and I felt his entire body tense, so I pulled my lips away. I knew he wanted to give it all, right then, but it would be too soon; we had hours of time together.

I stood up, pulling away from his sweetness and sat down on the campbed I had set up. It was a large and expensive one, intended for use when roughing it outdoors. It could fit two, at a squeeze, and I did love to squeeze. He just stood there trembling with need, I saw a single drip of pre shimmering like a gem on his cocktip, and then falling to the floor.

His eyes were full of questions and lust. I could see them written clear as day on his face. Why had I stopped? What would I do next? What was he supposed to do? All those questions running through his hormone-soaked, inexperienced mind. With a smile, I patted the bed next to me as I unfastened my belt and slipped off my shirt. He took a step towards me, and then he froze as I fished my own maleness out. The room flooded with the scent of aroused stallion, earthy, heady, warm hay and fresh cut grass.

With a shocked look on his face, his eyes stared at my maleness. Now, I don't mean to brag... but I'm going to anyway. I'm hung like a stallion. I know that comes as a total surprise, what with the long face, hooves, shire mum and unicorn dad and everything. A long, beautiful, mottled pink and black rod, with thick flare and medial ring, jutting out proudly and throbbing under the fluorescent light.

The look on his face was priceless. I could see all the new questions going through his mind. The biggest and most pressing (pardon the puns) was,Can I take that? I didn't want him to dwell on that question. I reached up and pulled him into my arms and onto my lap, silencing his fears with my lips and tongue. He moaned into my mouth, delicious sounds, and my large paws roamed over his slender, sexy body. His fingers ran over my broad chest, tracing my huge pectorals, making him shudder.

I broke the kiss, and I could see nothing but lust in his shining golden eyes. Then I reached down and took his paw, guiding it to my shaft. "Here we go; just get a feel for it," I whispered softly, and get a feel he did. His touch hesitant at first, fingers trembling. Then, as they stroked and explored, he grew more and more confident. I huffed in pleasure as they roamed all over my maleness. Within a few seconds, he reached out with his other hand, running his palm around my flare. I whinnied in pure pleasure, I couldn't help myself.

Scarlett giggled at that and did it again, growing more and more confident as everything he did was responded to with reassurances. He knew he was bringing me pleasure, and he was revelling in that. I can only speculate how long he had wanted to play with another male, to stroke another cock. I was his first and I was a good first to have.

Soon, his exploration was turning to more. Two slender paws wrapped around my meat, pumping it rapidly. I huffed and panted, kissing his neck and whispering sweet words, encouraging him, praising him. He knew how good he was making me feel, I saw to that, and he showed me nothing but joy at the exploration. It wasn't long before I could feel my balls begin to tingle - the first load of what I hoped to be a long and fruitful night was preparing to fire.

Feeling that tingle grow, I reached out with my paw and found his own maleness. My fingers wrapped around his length, and I began to stroke it slowly. I felt him bury his head in my chest, moaning away in bliss. He was oh so close, and I knew it. I could feel his cock throbbing in my paw, almost begging me to go faster, to take him over the edge. Of course, I had a lot of practice with young males who were so excited by their first time. With a deft touch I kept him on the very edge as his paws worked me up to that ledge, stroking my aching maleness faster and faster.

My balls were churning with need, and the room stank of virile stallion pre-cum. His paws were soaked, and my ears were filled with the sloppy sounds of his paws on my cock and his muffled moans of pleasure. I knew it was time. I reached out with my free paw lifting his chin to look at me. I looked into his golden eyes, and I kissed him deeply and with such passion that he was lost in me, and then we took the plunge together.

Our shared moans of pleasure were traded as two cocks throbbed as one, jets of equine spunk flying across the room in long white streaks. His cum jetted onto my stomach, then I felt and tasted it - lemon and lime, zesty goodness. The power of two auras at once knocked the breath out of me. I broke the kiss, whinnying in pleasure as my body tingled and my tail twitched and flagged. We stroked each other's cocks with the desperation of someone in the full grip of an orgasm, where your body remembers what it is doing and continues, while your mind is floating on a happy cloud somewhere so high, you're looking down on the space station.

Eventually, we both slowed to a stop, and I saw the blessed-out smile on his face. I knew that smile; it was an old friend - the smile of a guy who just found pleasure with someone else for the first time. Your first time, you think it'll just be kinda like jerking off yourself, only a little better. Somehow, the fact that the fingers belong to someone else... that makes everything so much more wonderful. I don't know why; I just know it's true. Now, so did he.

I leaned down and kissed those smiling lips, and he returned the kiss with more passion, more confidence. Something about exploring sexually helps a young person grow in confidence. Maybe it's finding out that someone else finds you sexy, someone else wants to touch you that way.

As our kiss broke, he gasped, and I brought a damp paw up to my lips. I saw his eyes get wide as I licked his cum off my digits. Oh how his cock sprung back to life as I grinned, whispered how wonderful he tasted. He brought one of his paws up to his own lips. It was so heavily coated in my cum, it was still dripping, and then he took his first taste. I couldn't help but laugh at the shocked look on his face. "It's an acquired taste," I whispered with a chuckle. "It gets better as you get used to it." I planted a kiss to his blushing cheek, and he giggled a little.

I nudged him lightly, and he lay back on the bed, his cock pointing straight up, like a sticky mast from his crotch. It knew what I wanted next, and he was already ready for round two. One of the most wonderful thing about virgins - they have never had any sex like this, so they are horny as fuck, and they spring back into action far faster than most horny sluts, or so I imagine. I have little experience with sluts, sadly. It'd be nice to try one someday, to have someone who knew what they were doing.

Not that I wanted anyone but him, at that moment. He was stunning. So lithe and active, his huge fluffy tail wriggling under him as he looked up at me, those golden eyes begging me to not let it be over with just a paw job. Who was I to deny him his wishes? I certainly wanted to fulfil them all, and to fulfil a good few of mine at the same time.

Leaning over him, I kissed and nipped his chest, as I slid off his shirt. His fur was warm and soft. I let my velvet lips and muzzle wander down lower. Slender paws caressed my ears, and I felt his fingers running through my mane. Of course, I was as eager as he was; I'd absorbed three wonderful virginities in such a short space of time. I felt full of energy, as light as a cloud, and as energetic as a colt in spring.

My hungry muzzle found his towering spire in a matter of minutes. He squealed as I let my thick tongue stroke over his furry orbs - oh, sweet, young musk. I pulled those wonderful orbs into my mouth and suckled, as droplets of pre began to rain down onto my nose. Fuck, I got his scent so deep, I would be smelling him for days. Long after this encounter, I had to jerk off every few hours, with the combination of his scent and my memories of that day burning me into cumming again and again.

With a couple of sloppy popping sounds, those wonderful orbs pulled from my lips. Then I kissed the base of his cock. I felt it twitch under my lips. With a long slurp, I ran my tongue from the musky base right up to his drooling tip.God, he tasted good, and he looked so hot, squirming under me, his eyes closed as he felt pleasures he never thought he would.

My velvet lips sealed around his cock, and I tasted his young pre-cum. Using my thick, long equine tongue, I lapped his cocktip clean, then slid my muzzle down, slowly taking his full length into my warm maw. My horn tickled his stomach, while my long tongue squirmed against every inch of his maleness. His soft forepaws grasped my head, and he started to buck under me. He was eager and unable to control himself. I'm afraid my mind was on what was coming next - my turn.

So I didn't draw it out, as maybe I should have. Not that he complained. In fact, he squealed in delight as my muzzle showed him pleasures he had never even dreamed of. I could hear him gasping and panting as my tongue lapped over his cocktip, running around the coronal ridge, and then lapping his sweet pre right off his meatus. With a moan, I swallowed his taste again, and bobbed my head faster and faster. My paws wandered over his lithe form, his slender chest puffing out as he panted. I ran my fingers over his pert nipples, and he whimpered. I squeezed ever so gently. You can't be too rough with a first-timer, after all.

Scarlett cried out and I felt his cock throbbing on my tongue. I bobbed my head quickly, swallowed his load hungrily. The musky flavour tasted wonderful as he fucked my velvet lips with everything he had. I let him spend his load and his energy, the sweet cherry taste of his fourth aura filled my mouth, and my body tingled with pleasure. I felt my cock throbbing with need, but I held firm making sure his first time was everything he wished it to be. He fucked my mouth until his orgasm was fully spent, and I swallowed every last drop, both seed and energy.

Once he was finished, he slumped back, panting heavily, and I got back to my feet. My huge fuck rod was dripping and trembling. God, I needed him badly then. I saw his eyes open; reflected there, I could see my own cock. He smiled up at me, and then quite unexpectedly, he did something that made my cock throb and spray a jet of pre onto his chest: He licked his lips. To many, the idea of sucking cock is something terrifying. It is so intimate and personal, to actually taste another person, to let the juices flood your mouth. It can be more personal than fucking, in many ways... which is why most virgins are scared of giving it.

Not Scarlet, I think he'd been waiting and praying for the day he got to taste his first cock. I had barely sat down before I felt a warm tongue lapping on my pole. He moved so fast, I couldn't contain the pleasure. I whinnied loudly, which made him giggle, and then he went back to work. My cock was far too big for him to get it all into his mouth, but that didn't stop him from trying. He forced his muzzle down so far, my flare pushed to the back of his throat, and then the inevitable happened. He began to choke, and he pulled off my stallion meat coughing and spluttering.

"Easy, easy," I soothed him, petting his head. "Your mouth feels good just as it is; you don't need to try so hard." I chuckled affectionately (and meaning it), stroking his cheeks as his eyes watered, and I could see embarrassment burning on his cheeks. I kissed them, tasting tears of frustration, and I knew how much this meant to him. He wanted to give. That's what kind of person he was - he was a giver. That was why he was going to medical school. He wanted to help people, and someday, he would make someone a wonderful mate. I felt a tinge of regret knowing he could never be mine, that all we could ever be to each other was a happy memory. I nuzzled his ears and whispered, "It's okay. Just use your paws on the shaft; your mouth and tongue on the tip will be more than enough."

I wish I could put into words the beauty of watching his lips spread around my cock, watching his jaw stretch to take as much of me into him as he could without choking. Two trembling paws grasped my shaft, and he began to stroke quickly and eagerly. Leaning back against the wall, I put my paws behind my head and just watched his lips as they slipped up and down on my mottled shaft. His saliva glistened on my shaft as his tongue danced on my hot flesh. "Oh... that's it... mmm, yeah, just like that," I whispered, letting him know he was doing good.

"Ohh... your muzzle is doing wonders. Play with my balls." Another wonderful thing about virgins is they are almost always grateful when you tell them what to do. His tongue tickled my flare, and then I felt a small, soft paw struggling to contain my huge leathery sack. The wonderful tickling sensation made me groan and thrust just a little into his maw. I saw his golden eyes go wide in shock as, for the first time in his life, someone's cock thrust into his mouth. Then he moaned happily, his eyes closing in bliss, his tongue dancing on my flesh as I filled his muzzle with hot unicorn pre. He swallowed greedily, no longer nervous, just hungry and determined.

With my paws returned to their place behind my head, I rested on the wall and closed my eyes, just basking in the wonderful sensations running up and down my cock. His paws cradling and rolling my huge sweaty orbs... his fingers would stink of stallion musk for days afterwards. My cock throbbed and ached more and more as his mouth got more and more forceful. Reaching down with a paw, I stroked his cheek, feeling my cock sliding in and out of his mouth, just under his skin. I caressed his monochrome hair while I felt my own orgasm building inside me.

Part of me wanted to grab his head and rut into those beautiful lips, but I knew he wasn't ready for that. Maybe with practice in a few years he would be ready with his new lover; however, very few are ready to be face-fucked with a horse cock on their first time. Of course, that just made things sweeter in a way, drawing out what might have ended quickly. His muzzle bobbing faster and faster, I could sense his determination and desperation, and he and I both knew he was beginning to tire.

Still, he never gave up, his paws falling off my nuts and grasping my needy meat. He stroked it desperately in time with his mouth. My balls were on fire with the pressure of the load building up there. Oh, I should have warned him, but then he'd seen me shoot earlier. Maybe it wasn't the nicest thing, but I was far too lost as my mouth flooded with the taste of mangoes while his mouth flooded with powerful jets of horse spunk. My whinnies of pleasure echoed and caromed around the room as waves of ecstasy washed through my body.

I could hear him coughing and choking, yet his paws held on stroking my cock, milking me of my seed. He really was a giver. Maybe a little bit of a taker - he wanted to take every last drop of seed out of my heavy balls. Horse spunk rained down on him as my cock became a lewd fountain, spraying out thick gobs of jism into the air. His fur littered with dots of white, except his muzzle - that was flooded and dripping. Oh, there is no sight quite as sweet as a young male with a face painted in your own spunk.

With a deep and contented sigh I leaned back and as my orgasm faded. I felt something I didn't expect: An eager tongue cleaning my flare.Fuck, how badly I wanted to fuck his mouth a second time... but that as off-limits to me now. There were only two things left to do, and that was the moment that I realised I was on for a perfect score. My paw stroked his cheek again, my fingers getting soaked as I stroked my cum into his fur. He had a long flight ahead of him, and he would be stinking of my seed throughout. Not that he gave a toss about it while his tongue was curling over my flare, licking up my seed. Fuck... I had never had a virgin acquire a taste for spunk so fast. Maybe it was just the feel of hot cock under his tongue that made him forget the tartness.

I reached out with my other paw and scooped up some of my spunk. He cried out as my slick fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked it gently. My stomach churned threateningly at me; I knew I couldn't spend too long preparing his cock, or my own nature would be turned against me. So I worked quickly, getting his cock nice and slick with my cum. It was more for show than anything else. He needed to think he was ready and that he wouldn't hurt me. My ass had taken a full, dry equine cock before, and all I had felt was pure bliss. You see, that's part of the unicorn magic I inherited: My asshole is a gateway to Narnia. Well, maybe not, but to Nirvana most definitely. I could take anything any virgin had to offer, no matter the size. Thick as a forearm or as slender as a pinkie finger, it made little difference to me. My body just wanted to take him.

It didn't take long to get him onto his back. His cock sat proudly above him as I readied him to mount me. Spreading my legs wide over his stomach, knees to either side of his hips, I could see doubt in his eyes. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his tender lips, quelling his natural doubts as my paw guided his cock to my twitching pucker. All it took was the feeling of a warm ring touching his cocktip, and his nerves vanished. He bucked up into me, catching me by surprise, delighting me with his forcefulness.

Cries of pleasure left me in no doubt of how good it felt to bury himself half inside my ass. His next thrust forced his cock to hilt inside me. I moaned deeply into his ear, and I saw a look of concern on his face. Oh boy, he was a sweet gem, this one; even with his cock hilt deep inside pure equine perfection, he was able to think of his partner's needs and concern. I had no doubt someday he would be a good mate, one of the best.

My velvet lips nuzzled his ears, and I whispered, "It's okay. A lot more than okay. It feels amazing... mmmm just go for it. I promise you won't hurt me." Those words wormed their way into his brain. He took the permission I gave him and ran with it, bucking under me desperately, his cock stuffing itself into my hole as deep and hard as he could. I helped him, using my powerful thighs to thrust down, forcing his cock inside me just as hard as our combined efforts could manage.

Our tongues danced as our bodies writhed together, his slender form squirming delightfully under me as I took most of my weight on my own powerful legs. My cock sprang back to life at the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of me. I may not sound like a sub (believe me, I'm not), but I have always loved the feeling of a cock inside me. It's such a beautiful connection - someone wanting you so bad, they are actually, literally_inside_ you, the anatomical essence of their maleness stroking your insides, letting you know just how much you are wanted. His paws were grasping at me tightly, his fingers lacing in my mane and tugging on it. At the same time, he pulled my head closer, desperately kissing with such zeal that I found my breath catching in my throat.

I rarely orgasm when riding a virgin. I mean, they feel good, but well, so do I...really, really good. His cock slamming into my ass with every ounce of strength the young male could muster sent waves of pure bliss down into the male beneath me. His pleasure could be felt in his paws, his panting breaths, in his sweet, sweet moans. Oh God, they were as delicious as he was beautiful. I gazed down at him as we kissed, his eyes closed in pure rapturous joy. It was so wonderful to see the pleasure he was finding inside me, the pleasure flowing down his cock as he fucked into me so hard his nuts smacked lewdly off my taut buttocks.

His thrusts grew faster and wilder, any semblance of rhythm was lost. His eyes opened, and I could see the beast inside, the beast he has never felt before, the one all males hold deep inside. It only comes out in moments like this, answering bestial needs that run deeper than bone, needs that predate the wheel and the club, that predate walking erect. He fucked me with all the fury of a wild animal, and I rode him like the neediest bitch in heat, my ass clenching and squeezing around his desperately thrusting prick. The kiss was broken, and I smiled down at him.

He was gone, lost to his pure lust, giving in to hedonistic desires he had dreamed of indulging for years. The smack of his hips on my ass echoed around the room, and I could feel that cock slamming into my sweet nut, a tingle growing in my huge orbs. My eyes went wide as I wondered if he was going to keep going long enough. It was rare to be fucked to orgasm by a virgin. The idea gave me pause for thought. For the first time since I met him, I felt like I wasn't in control, and I loved it. The very thought of it made my cock throb and spray hot pre over his chest. My paw wrapped around my needy pole, and I began to jerk it, quickly desperate to cum with his cock inside me.

Scarlett's head tossed around on the bed as he felt the first ripples of his orgasm rocking through him. My mouth flooded with the wonderful taste of tart apples. I whinnied with delight as my cock erupted, my third load of the day, thick gobs of stallion spunk landing all over the young male, drenching his face, chest and stomach. My head spun as I took his silver aura from him, six auras down, and yet he had never seemed brighter or more beautiful as I rode out the rest of his orgasm.

Both of us were spent and panting. I rolled off him and pulled him into my arms to spoon with him, my spunk-soaked fur sticking to his back, his jizz-laden chest still damp against my paws. The room stank of stallion seed and sex, such a heady mix. I knew it wouldn't be long before it began to work on us both again. That's when we would see if I could taste chocolate and take my first perfect score. Of course, you know I did (kinda why I'm telling you all this), but at the time, I wasn't sure. I had blown four loads and he had gone three times. Plus, he was a slender sexy guy, and my cock was as thick as his wrist. Believe me, if not for the blessing of being half unicorn, I could never fuck a virgin with this monster between my legs. It would hurt a virgin, and hurting others makes my cock wither. The mere idea turns my stomach.

Of course, I knew it wouldn't hurt; no rough pushing, no stretching or tearing. Just a wonderful feeling of fullness and an assault on his prostate that would make his eyes roll back and his tongue hang out of his mouth as he drowned in pure bliss. I started my overtures with soft kisses along his neck as he dozed in my arms resting. My muzzle nuzzled into the warm red fur, scenting his slightly spicy musk. I nibbled down his neck and he moaned in pleasure.

I wanted to be careful, to build up to it; however, my body was feeling far more arousal than I had expected. Six auras in one session - I felt giddy with delight and a strange energy coursed through me. I had never done more than four auras in a day before that. It was so rare to find someone with more than one or two virginities to take, or with sufficient time to take them. Mostly, it was a quick muzzle or paw job.

As I nipped and nuzzled up and down his neck, my erect cock pushed up against his thigh, and I felt him shudder. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to get scared and pull away. I would probably have tried to talk him around, but if that had been all he wanted, I would have let him go. However, that wasn't his reaction. The sweet young panda pushed back against my cock, moaning softly, his lovely thick tail shifting just a little.

He was trembling under my paw, and yet I could hear him breathing quickly, shallowly, and as my paw explored lower, I found an erect cock. I was impressed, though not entirely surprised. One of the things about pure virgins is that they have a lot of sexual desires pent up inside them. The last few hours had brought him nothing but sexual release and pleasure unmatched. He was offering himself to me; I was desperate to take him, and he was desperate to be taken.

So, with a trembling paw, I reached down to shift his tail a bit further, then took my thick shaft in paw and guided my huge flare to his pucker. I waited to see if he would pull away, ask me to stop, or just question what I was doing. However, when my flare pressed against his tight ring, he just pushed back, moaning with bliss. It was like a dream, yet as I pushed forward, I knew that my lover was no dream. No dream ass feels like that when your cock slides into it. The heat and squeezing triggered every one of a million nerve endings in the most delightful way. Sensations ran down my thick shaft like water through a pipe, drowning me with his deliciousness.

From him, all I heard was pleasured moans. I almost felt sorry for him. No cock would ever push into him this easily again. The gift of a unicorn is a curse as well. A fuck so wild and hard, yet with no pain - it could leave him with expectations no other lover would be able to measure up to. I thrust in deeply and without fear, hilting inside him in one rough motion. His cock in my paw throbbed, and I heard him gasp, his entire tight body trembling with unparalleled pleasure.

I had but one thought left: I had to fuck him and rut his ass until I milked the last of his auras from him. Inside, I felt the same small regret I always did when I lay with anyone, knowing that it could only be this one time. Still, I knew I could make it a special time, one he would remember for the rest of his life. With a cock like mine, there was no need to search for his prostate. I had found it almost from the first thrust, and as I slowly plunged my full length in and out of him, his cock jetted more and more pre. His cries of pleasure were music to my ears, as I deep-dicked his ass. With each thrust in and out, my cock rasped and teased his sensitive nut, drawing more and more cries of pleasure from him.

My paw left his cock for fear I would drive him to orgasm too soon. I wanted his first time to last, and believe me, that was a selfless act on my part. Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to breed my fifth load of the night into his tight, virginal ass, to claim his final aura for myself and delight in his complete deflowering. However, remember this: Whatever you may think of me, the virgin hunter, you should remember that the one thing I want most is to bring pleasure to others. I want to live up to the legacy of this spire on my head. When Scarlett tells of his first lover (and he will), I want him to smile and blush, to say the night was wondrous, and that he never regretted a single moment. That is what I want for all my lovers. I can't say it's always true; my pilot friend is testament to that. I'm a unicorn, not a saint, and it's not always easy to turn away an easy lay.

That day, though, that day I lived up to my legacy. I rutted deep and long, breeding his ass for minutes. With each thrust, he cried out. When his paws reached for his cock, I grabbed them, tenderly but firmly holding them back. I wanted to be the one to bring him to his peak. He squirmed and writhed on my cock, each motion sending wonderful sensations screaming up and down my hot rod. Yet I stayed the course, drinking in the pleasure but keeping control, fucking him with a burning intensity. The strength of my thrusts made my huge nuts smack off his pert buttocks.

With each thrust, I could feel those nuts churning and roiling. Oh, how badly I wanted to empty into him, to give him my all, to whinny until I was a hoarse horse, and flood his ass with so much spunk that he would be able to taste my cum at the back of his throat. However, I kept thrusting, a long piston motion, my cock spearing in and out deep, strong, hard, slow.

He was almost fighting me as he squirmed trying to get to his own cock. The pleasure inside him complete and total. Once more, his inner animal was in control, and all he cared about was the pleasure of the stallion cock reaming his tight depths. Warm panda buttocks forced back against my crotch with each thrust, showing me just how desperate he was. His breathing got faster and faster, his fingers clawing at the bed as he begged for more, his cries of pleasure filling me with everything I needed.

I felt a tight ass clamp down around my cock as he cried out. There were no words in his cries, but I knew exactly what he was telling me. Small jets of seed were jetting out in front of him. I let go of my control, fucking him like the wild stallion I am, rutting him like a feral beast. The moment, the ultimate passion, unleashed in us both. I tasted chocolate in my mouth as my final load took away his last aura of innocence. My cock continued reaming his ass, the sound of my thrusting getting very sloppy as my orbs emptied inside him.

However, I was aware of none of it, I was gone, my mind too overloaded with pleasure. My orgasm felt endless as I took his aura into myself. I had never felt anything like it before. I felt like someone who had spent days in the Sahara without a drop to drink, falling into a lake of cool, clear mountain spring-water. I felt clean and dirty in equal measure, exhausted and energised. I was in a world of conflicts, and everything was perfect.

I awoke after some hours had passed. Scarlett had fallen asleep in my arms. However, my phone alert-bleeping roused us both. He moaned softly and yawned, while I kissed his cheek. "That's your flight; it'll be leaving in an hour," I whispered. See? I told you I was a considerate lover. I always set an alarm to ensure that my conquests make their flight.

There was a deep sink in the corner of the storeroom, for filling up and emptying janitors' buckets. He was able to get some hot water and, with my help and some soap that I use on my own paws (not the industrial gunk), he got most of the stallion spunk out of his fur. Then came the goodbye. He got a little teary-eyed, and so did I. He was sweet, kind, and very sexy. I could see myself falling for someone as special as he was, yet... I knew that was not for me. He was not a unicorn or a hurk; we could never have anything like this again. So I gave him a goodbye kiss that curled his toes and escorted him to his plane.

Of course, that was a long time ago. Seven years, and I still think of him. I wonder if he still thinks of me. I hope so, and fondly.

A few days ago, I bumped into another hurk, a tiger called Dash (well, yeah, I do believe that was his nickname). He was handsome, with equine hooves, but a tiger's face, his feline and equine heritage blending wonderfully. Of course, his horn was a dead giveaway. Well, we spent a few hours together, and he told me something about unicorns, something I guess my dad should have told me. Of course, Daddy's a bastard - I told you that, right? Selfish cunt who never wanted to be anything to his illegitimate half-breed son.

You see, Dash had a similar story to mine. He too had lost lovers, struggled to keep relationships while not being able to have sex with the one he loved. So he was seeking a cure, and he already knew of one. When I asked him what it was, he sighed and said it wasn't easy. His mother had been the unicorn, and though she felt the shame of her deeds, she loved her son, and she had told him that if a unicorn or hurk found a virgin, a fully intact virgin, and took all seven of his auras... so much purity at once would cure the magic that stops unicorns from taking anyone but a virgin.

Now, of course, you know (and I do, now) that I have been free and able to engage with anyone I want. Which of course leads me to the reason I have been sitting here spilling this deliciously horny tale to you. I came in here looking for a slut to celebrate and, well... something tells me you fit the bill. Now, take my paw and take me home and show me what I have been missing. Show me what a horny slut can do that no virgin can. Be gentle though... it's my first time.

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