The Faerie welcomes you
I tell you, the Unicorns are a welcoming bunch
Commission for Arcane Akuno :3
The Faerie welcomes you
I tell you, the Unicorns are a welcoming bunch
Their touch upon my weary body was like silk. They stroked my scales, my scars, my face… And then, with that same touch, they stripped me of my armor.
I knew then that I wasn’t in the mortal world anymore. Faerie. That’s its name. A world of wonder and desires, a place where one can live unfettered by fear and horror.
It was my new home, my new place. For an old T.rex, like me, who’d spent his entire life fighting for someone else, I was given something for myself.
Something given as one of those unicorns, his coat like gold, forced me into a kiss.
The tongue was sweet, the saliva even sweeter. I tangoed with him, tangled with him while my breastplate was removed. So were my boots, my belt, my loincloth.
Each time, the hands danced upon me, stripping the layers of defense I had against a world that was eager to kill me. And instead, I was given pleasure.
A pleasure like no other as a breath was upon my posterior, followed by the licks collecting the saliva and easing the tension.
Soon, I gasped while my posterior was gripped and my ass spread while an equine face pressed in between, to get a lick onto my rim.
But more hands were going over my thighs, over the spear wound there, to cover it with unguent. Another grasped my fingers to pry them open and take my spear away, then caressed my palm.
Another went over my wrist to remove the straps, taking away my trusty shield before they gave my arm a feel.
And finally, my helmet was taken and removed, revealing my fluffy feathers on top of my scalp alongside the gray feathers on my chest… And lower.
Lower to my groin, to my genitals. To my penis that was yet to be erect and throbbing with life and energy. I had boasted about it… Many whores praised my length, and whenever I had to compare, I was always the winner. Even my wife wouldn’t tire of praising it.
I was the biggest, by far. And even here, it was still in its ‘case’.
Contrary to some of my kind possessing outward and exposed genitals, mine were encased in a slit or a pouch in the case of my testicles. A slit that was tenderly touched and breathed on before the fingers went on it, to pry at the edges.
Yet, with each caress, I felt a renewed vigor filling my body.
The age and wounds had taken their toll, but it was all given back, as if I was back in my twenties. And in return, I reached for the nearest Unicorn’s face, guided into a lascivious and powerful kiss.
One I didn’t resist. The taste was tender, the flavor comparable to old wine, with those spicy meat cuts coming from the western lands. It couldn’t be real, but it mattered little to me as I was swallowing that saliva, embracing the flavor…
Then, Gold Mane spoke to me in a sultry voice.
“Would you like to stay? It is at a price. But once paid, you will be fulfilled.”
I wasn’t aware of a price, but with the high? With the numbness to pain? With my body feeling like I could fight the whole world and come out on top? No. I accepted it. I nodded.
I didn’t budge or refuse them, not even when their fingers, so soft and cautious, pried my slit open. They forced open the tender walls to reveal the warm inside. And then, I felt the digits plunging inside.
I wasn’t hard. But I trembled as if my body was shaken by an orgasm while my fluids dripped from the stretched-open slit. One slit to be penetrated.
Those unicorns had a plan for me.
Their own organs, massive and endowed, pressed against my slit. I would have gulped. I would have begged for it to stop. But fear was gone, and only remained that luscious question: “Would it be possible? How would it feel?”
A question rewarded by another kiss, by someone playing with my ear-hole… And by hands rushing to my massive pectorals, digging into the muscles coiled by stress and conflict.
“Take a long breath, stranger. This will be a doozy.”
Oh. It was a doozy.
My slit burst with a sensation I considered alien and impossible. A glance down, amidst the sea of hands and bodies, and here was my penetrated groin. Their shaft, so thick and dense, slipped so easily within me.
It was as absurd as it was enthralling. My mind was caught by the flow of pleasure, from my bitten nipples to the penis pressed against mine. By the fingers exploring my asshole.
Those unicorns, they were restless, and they piled up on me, like a melee.
I was at the center.
Slowly, I was to be penetrated. One Unicorn presented his cock to my back entrance. And my posterior burst with delight while my mouth was ravished by their tongue, by another flavor of saliva and spit I eagerly gulped down. It was sweet and sour. But not something cloying or acidic. No, flavors that were unmistakably close to whatever I had been yearning for outside of Faerie. Impossible flavors… Impossible pleasure.
And they kept stroking my chest, their hands going onto my scalp.
“Do you feel good? Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” they asked, their solicitous ways appreciated.
I whispered not. I had my chest squeezed and my nipples teased. My pectorals were wide, chiseled through conflict and regular training. Many of my age would let themselves lose in pleasure, abasing themselves by letting their strength rot. But not me.
And yet, I felt stronger, bigger, bulkier in that moment despite their roundish shapes, while the Unicorns turned my muscles into tools of love.
And it felt good.
Just as good as the erection digging deeper into my slit. To the sheer outstanding pleasure of my cock throbbing against another. And then, my prostate, so sensible and so vulnerable, being hit from the front.
I gasped, I sighed, I moaned. And then, I smiled again while my mouth was guided into a kiss from another Unicorn… Before I was allowed to use my hands.
Hands that were guided in grabbing my pectorals, squeezing them together alongside the Unicorn pressing deeper at my backdoor. Like a battering ram.
But rather than keeping the door closed and fighting it, I relaxed my hole.
So came the joy. The moments of pleasure amidst my soldiers. The uncertain nights spent in the brothels. The titillating pleasures under a tent when the tangle is closer to a combat. I thought of my long life and the agony I’ve experienced before, and how happy I would have been if pleasure hadn’t stolen from me.
I was about to cry, overwhelmed by a nostalgia I had yet to experience since I left my home after it had been pillaged. But rather than making it stop, the Unicorns stroked my cheeks while I swallowed the length. They smiled, their benignity unfeigned.
“Do not regret what was. Embrace what is. Accept us. There is no fear in embracing what you have,” they said, their voices eerie and soothing.
I sighed, letting the organ go deeper. I sensed their precum invade my guts, following a path upward… Along my guts… And so with it was a tingling sensation. A numbness.
“What is this? What is happening?” I asked, my voice slurring while I had a tongue dancing upon my held bosom.
“This is the price to stay. You are anchored to your former world,” said the Unicorn, their hands cupping my face and brushing my feathers down to the sullied one on my chest. “To stay here means never to leave. Your past is left outside.”
“My past? What about my men? My family? My grandchildren?” I said, unsure.
“Maybe they can join us,” chuckled a Unicorn, the mane red. “But no. Now, we will be the ones granting you pleasure.”
Following that cue, my groin was… Struck. Or it did feel like it was struck before my mouth formed an O, and the tongue ravished my mouth once more.
The Unicorn had been moving forward with such a strength, it was akin to a tremor shaking me to my very core. My groin was hurting and yet, my eyes were rolling while I felt something sticky and humid being pumped inside my slit.
I could almost feel the churning in my testicles while my cock simmered in Unicorn semen. While my prostate was getting pummeled on both front and… I quivered, my knees about to give out if not for the Unicorns holding onto me.
It felt akin to one grand mal seizure I had become afflicted with in my age.
However, this was different as the throb against my cock was… Lovely. A touch, a presence, a forced invasion that left me bereft of air and craving for more.
Yet, I was craving for more as I could feel my prostate throbbing from one side, marked and branded by the one fucking my ass. And the other, with that cocktip nudging my slit from within and stretching it.
No… And crushing my cock.
Would it be absurd to say my first and most genuine orgasm came not from fucking a whore or claiming my wife, but from having my slit taken like any other cunt? To have my own organ crushed within the depths like a mere toy?
And yet, to relish the sensation again and again? Mayhap it is absurd, but it was fulfilling and made me aware of a new part of myself.
A part… I embraced as I embraced the Unicorn currently plunging into my depths and filling them with cum. So much… So much cum, my slit couldn’t retain it, and some oozed over my taint and then on the ground.
The stench of sex made my nostrils flare forevermore, and my mind drift as I had those hands digging inside my chest and then… Squeezing my pectorals, pressing against the fat and the muscles until I was reduced to a trembling and moaning mess… My guts inflated, my guts filled… And yet, my smile unwavering as our tangle continued…
Gold Mane kept my cock, despite my constant erection, tied inside.
But the one behind me kept penetrating me, kept taking my entrance and its sanctity to pump more semen within me. One after another, in a long line with a jovial and earnest attitude.
With me at the forefront, embracing and accepting the hands coming to grip my buttcheeks, to pry them open… or merely to massage them while my virgin hole, in between, was showing signs of an estrus like no other.
The mere breeze from the land would have me shuddering and then roaring.
But the regular penetration kept my sensitive entrance whole and warm, and unbothered, and yet satisfied by the oozing fluid, by the suction… By everything that made cum again. And again, my cock is still warm and needy deep within the trenches of my slit.
And then I exhaled, closed my eyes, and pulled my mouth back.
Or perhaps it was Gold Mane who pulled back. Either way, our lips parted ways, and so did our groins. So did our genitals, though I was still penetrated and feeling a cock bulging through my guts.
One hand on it, and I would have experienced every throbbing, every tremor of that Unicorn’s desire. But then, my eyes were drifting away. As my slit was slowly abandoned, each inch pulled out at a steady pace… I could feel the cum oozing and the pressure in my distended groin diminish.
I lowered my hands, feeling how below my bladder, that bulge was to vanish… And then, as the fluids were out, dripping and spraying… So came my cock.
But that organ. My pride was greater and mightier than that of many. It was the pride I wore and had while my lips met with another Unicorn, another with a mane of fiery red. Our mouths tangled, our lips danced, our tongues intertwined while the flavors struck my mind with a desire for more.
All the while, hands, soft and careful, reached for my cock. They grabbed my length, held it tightly and then… Gave it one stroke.
One single first stroke, one that made me huff and moan, before my voice died into the kiss.
“Our General is already moaning like a virgin?” playfully teasing Fiery Mane, definitely trying to get a rise out of me.
One, he got as I scoffed and shook my head, my feathers fluffing up while I offered a toothy grin.
“Not at all,” I said, confident. “Are you trying to eke out an orgasm out of me?”
“Trying? I am. Our compact isn’t sealed.”
“Compa-act?”
I definitely jumped a vowel, unable to hold on to my word as his hands grabbed my length. Two hands, two powerful grips that pulled on my flesh. Definitely stunning, definitely enthralling, as I was soon gasping while his strokes were powerful and stealing gasps.
I even gargled a little, my eyes turning up while my legs were grabbed and my posture shifted.
Sure, I was still fucked, I was still feeling that part of my body being lovingly nudged and set afire by the Unicorn’s long line of studs wanting a turn with me.
But… the hands were something else.
I could sense their presence almost creeping inside my cock, as if I could feel their physical presence and the aura, the energy the Unicorn gave off. And the strokings were divine.
My eyes rolled, my mouth opened while saliva dripped.
And I felt it again. Orgasm. Ejaculation.
My groin had been set on fire, and the Unicorns wouldn’t do a thing to stop it, not as their mouths locked onto my nipples and sucked on them tightly. Not as the fingers lifted my heavy pectorals, digging into them before drawing circles into the tense and coiled flesh.
Steadily, I could feel their presence seeping into me.
There is nothing as imposing as feeling magic seeping into your scales, filling your very being and beyond. My world… My world revolved around that sensation for a second as my eyes darted up and my limbs twitched.
And my cock… Oh, it shot.
Not once, not twice, not thrice. No, it shot so many times that I was losing count.
My jaw dropped while with each cumshot, a tremor shook my being. My eyes closed, my tongue lolled out, my fingers twitched. Even my clawed toes dug into the soft soil.
My heart was about to explode within my chest, and my lungs burned. My stomach churned, my tail swung like a mace.
I was not in control anymore as I could feel them everywhere within me, even into my… head.
Yet.
All the physical aspects of their presence were there. The squeezing on my cock? The thrusts inside my ass? The hands clapping my posterior? The nipples being sucked to the point of hurting?
All physical, all real. All effective as I was, I was definitely grasping at straws, trying to move something that was me… And not without a tremor.
I looked left, saw my hand stroked by a Unicorn, who cradled it and kissed the palm.
I looked right and saw another bring a pot of oil to collect and apply to my sore scales and to the areas where the scars had been abundant.
I looked down to see the pair of Unicorns nibbling on my nipples and leaving the nubs so red and sore they looked like they were about to burst.
I looked behind and saw the line of studs hadn’t moved much, or rather, there was always a new one joining in to replace whoever left.
“Are you looking to flee?” asked Fiery Mane, his chuckles obscene and perverse.
He was still stroking me. Stroking my cock, playing and pulling on it until I felt another tremor shake my groin and my cock shooting again.
It should have stopped by that instant, or before.
My body should have stopped with that erection that wouldn’t stop from peeking from my slit. Or with those everlasting ejaculations that left me gasping and gargling.
However, they were not.
After the Unicorn had filled me with their semen, marked me, so was the covenant.
So was the truth… So was the reality I had to face as I came once more, huffing and snarling… And moaning.
I was milked.
Hungry mouths would collect my semen, but soon they came with wooden bowls to collect my fluids, to fill those bowls to the brim before moving to another.
With two processions in front and behind me, I was being milked and taken… And filled.
My belly bulged with cum, obscenely. But I could still see the red tip of my cock beyond it, and the fluids that constantly dripped from it even after my groin had come... Numb from all those ejaculations.
Yet, I braced myself. I huffed, I sighed… I was… I was unable to keep quiet, too.
Imagine me, a warrior, a General. Someone who’d kept tight lips in conflicts. And yet, I started mumbling and then asked them to stop.
I begged them to stop; I would have humbly and lowly protracted myself to get it done.
But that was then Fiery Mane gave me a side glance and a smirk, flicking my hard cocktip while another white jet came forth and hit the nearby Unicorn in the face.
Did they fight? No, they chuckled and licked their own face, too… Before another Unicorn grabbed the marked male and licked the fur.
I watched it and then turned to Fiery Mane, licking my muzzle, my face. And then breathing against my ear-hole as he grabbed my cock and gave it another firm, powerful squeeze.
“You belong to us. And we need a new milk cow to please our hunger, General,” said Fiery Mane.
And I understood.
On that day… Until now, I have become a milking cow for them. My body would not hurt from staying awake for so long, nor from the orgasms.
At first, it was difficult as I was overwhelmed by it. But it took me a month, less, to understand this is a blessing.
For the mere price of a milking, of anyone coming to me for a load… I am enjoying an eternity of pleasure and joy. Anything I want, the Faerie desires it. And so… It is your turn, too.
You have signed a covenant with the Unicorns. But you do not have to fight it or think it is the worst.
Your body is still reeling and fighting as if we are outside of Faerie. But it is not. This is real, and as real is our immortality, our impunity… And our satisfaction when they make us ejaculate. When we climax… When we are blissful.
The Faerie welcomes us. And loves us.