Coal Black Unicorn V1
Something I thought up on a whim and decided to try out. There will be one for female gendered readers. Again discretion is advised as this is not entirely consensual. imagined
This story is written for a male gendered reader. And is specifically vague about certain things to allow more people to enjoy it. Reader discretion is advised as the story contains dubious consent.
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You startle awake from feeling like you are falling. Reaching out with a hand you feel a tree keeping yourself from stumbling more and falling down. A glance around, you realize you are deep in a forest, an ancient forest. For there is little undergrowth, the trees’ canopy almost blocks out the sky which is overcast. You do not know if it is morning, noon or evening. A voice that sounds like your own urgently pleads with you to run. Every fiber of your being seems to share that urgent plea, to flee. Low growls from somewhere behind, but still a slight distance off convince you that running is the only thing you can do. So you take off at a sprint the direction you seemed to be heading before waking.
The growls have gained on you slightly, and you flinch as you hear a twig or small branch breaking behind and off to your right. Again it seems that every part of you pushes you to run, to run as fast as you can. Your body taking control as your mind struggles to comprehend, you had gone to bed. You were in bed, this has to be a nightmare, you should wake up. The small branches sting your face or forearms as you sprint, snagging your clothes, fur and hair. You still hear your pursuers, unsure of how many there are or even what they are. You dare not glance back as the roots of the trees stick out of the ground in many places, and you have to hurtle dead fall. You can still hear them chasing you, hounding you, despite how loudly you are breathing in your directionless dash.
The forest is so thick, you have no way to gauge distance or direction. Time is also meaningless, aside from your pounding heart and ragged breath, you don’t know how long you have been running. All you do know is, you have to keep running, though you are unsure how much longer you can. You catch a glimmer off to your right, like light reflecting off glass. Was your mind playing a trick on you, was it false hope? No, you see it briefly a second time and without thinking you run to it.
The muscles in your legs are starting to burn with the constant exertion. Your lungs are also burning and you are unsure how your heart has not beat out of your chest. A ruined stone wall forms on your left as the vague shape of a road forms under your feet. You summon more, in the hope that this will lead to a building and perhaps safety. Eventually the shape of a large house emerges from the gloom and hedgerows. You don’t know how you are still running, your muscles are screaming and you are on the verge of collapsing. The details of the house are lost as you sprint alongside the hedgerow. You see the gate and push yourself just a bit more.
You hurtle through the gate and rush to the house. Your momentum carries you halfway up the walk as your mind finally realizes what is in front of you. You slow as the house’s dilapidated state takes away the little hope you had. The porch and the roof over the porch have collapsed, you cannot see the front door at all. With your strength and stamina failing you stagger over to a stone bench and collapse on the ground. The cool stone feels good against your heated cheek. You close your eyes from exhaustion and resignation. Soon whatever was after you will be upon you and you are too tired and spent to put up any resistance. The light scent of rose and vanilla briefly tickles your senses, a yelp, a whinny are the last things you hear before darkness takes you.
The light scent of rose and vanilla gently pulls you back awake. The clop of hooves on over gown cobble stones turns your attention to a coal black unicorn eating tufts of lush green grass. Its coat, mane and tail seem to both absorb light and shimmer like coal. The horn on its head the hues of unrefined oil, black, purple and gold. It pays little attention to you as you pull yourself up to sit on the bench.
The light still seems the same to you, as if time has not passed wherever this place is. You ache all over, partly from all the running and partly from the uncomfortable position you fell asleep. There is blood on the ground near the gate, but you see no other signs of a struggle. The scent of rose and vanilla tickles your nose as the unicorn comes over to you. You watch in awe as it gracefully walks over to you, clearly without injury or blemish on its coal black coat. In fact the unicorn looks as if it had just been freshly bathed and brushed, though you are sure it protected you. As you reach out to touch the unicorn, you expect your hand to come away covered in coal. But touching confirms a perfectly clean and soft coat, as well as a very warm body.
The light smell of rose and vanilla envelops the Unicorn, a light stamp of a rear hoof brings your attention to the unicorn’s semi flaccid cock. You turn your gaze to look him in the eye and he nods, clearly indicating how the unicorn expects you to thank him for protecting you. The unicorn is quite handsome and the scent of rose and vanilla is slightly arousing. You kneel down and cautiously reach out with one hand to lightly stroke him.
All of him is coal black, all of him smells of rose and vanilla. The heat of his hardening shaft is unexpected, the skin smooth as silk. He has a slight taste of rose and vanilla, and you hear him quietly neigh as you run your tongue over the tip of his cock. The soft fur on his testicles tickles your nose as you give them a little attention. He lightly stamps a fore leg and gives you a whinny, clearly ready to mount you. The scent of rose and vanilla as you remove your clothing while noticing the stone bench seems to be at the right height to lie on. The cool stone feels good on your back and the unicorn nods approvingly before straddling you and the bench.
His cock brushes against your own the heat of him is tantalizing. You feel warm drops of his precum drip onto your abdomen, slicking your fur. The scent of rose and vanilla is intoxicating. Instinctively and somewhat needy you tease the head of his shaft with his own precum and he patently waits for you to guide him to what he really wants. And what you really want. The unicorn is gentle as he claims you, slow and with care he pushes more of himself into you. The warmth of him standing above you and inside is almost uncomfortable, unlike anyone you had been with before. The scent of rose and vanilla is comforting, is romantic. You stroke his side, silently letting him know he can continue.
The heat of him arousing, still gentle and caring using his length to pleasure you as much as himself. Rose and vanilla is all you can smell. The unicorn was not using you, but as strange as it seems, making love to you. As if he has known how to please you for years. You can feel the strength in his sides, his presence and warmth near overbearing, yet you ache for him. He knows you ache for him and you can tell he is close. You both are close.
Your own orgasm comes as you feel him flare inside of you just a heartbeat before you feel the heat of his cum. Your own cum coating your abdomen, as the unicorn’s fills you. You moan from the heat and him twitching inside of you as his own orgasm persists a moment longer. The ever present scent of rose and vanilla fills your nose. The unicorn snorts and huffs before he softens and pulls out of you.
You shiver slightly as without him in you or above you, you feel the air has cooled off. The scent of rose and vanilla lulls you to sleep. For while the unicorn did all of the work, your own orgasm took the last of your energy and you had ran for so long. You still don’t know where you are or how you got here, perhaps after a little more rest you can find some answers.
You startle awake, your alarm offensively blaring on your night stand. With a groan and some fumbling you get it turned off. Sitting up you notice you are soaked in sweat, sheets and blanket thrown off you sometime in the night. You sigh as you realize it had been a dream. You run you hand through your hair pausing as you feel something there. You pull it out and look at it, it is a small leaf. You also feel something warm and sticky spreading under you. The scent of rose and vanilla tickles your nose.