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[b][u][center]Darren’s Days Off

Part 7

For Taiko

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Rodrigo would be the first to admit that anger wasn’t a good dish. For those that survived on emotions, it was actually not a bad one, either, but it was one to be consumed in moderation, and certainly not the first thing in the morning. The unicorn groaned, biting off his annoyance at the humans’ continued insistence that he was somehow the one that needed to explain themselves just for being there.

Nevermind that the boat had been [i]his[/i] bed and they’d been the one to start moving it, of course. That didn’t matter to [i]them.[/i]

[i]Ugh…that’s the anger talking…[/i]

The unicorn rubbed his forehead, then his eyes, rubbing the sleep-gunk from the corners of his eyes and taking a second look at the angry pair of humans. One older, one younger, both seething about something or other. It filled his mouth with a taste of fire and heat, like someone had just jammed some red pepper flakes in there and made him bite down. It was god-awful, and he groaned as he fought the urge to bend down and suck down lake-water by the gallon.

He didn’t, of course. That’d just invite the two humans to kick him off the boat, just like everyone else in this city had been kicking him out of alleys, off the street corners, and everywhere else that they had seen him. Well, ‘seen’ him. They were mostly seeing –

Ugh. It didn’t matter. Another time.

“Look, I’m just saying, this is our boat, and you’re not supposed to be here,” the older of the two humans said. “So, what the hell’s going on, and what the hell are you doing here?”

And there it was again. The stupid, flavorless, too-spicy anger that permeated every word that the old man said. Rodrigo was the first to admit that anger had its place – hell, that had kept him from becoming a good little unicorn off with the fae, for that matter – but that didn’t mean that he wanted it all the time.

“Can you just, I don’t know, chill? Man, you’re burning my mouth here.”

“No, I want an answer, and I want it now.”

He glanced at the other human, hoping that youth would be a little more of a cooler head, but the younger human looked almost as furious as the older. Not at him, thankfully, but the heat was just getting worse and worse in the air, and he knew that it was going to get less pleasant before it got better. The only reason that they weren’t shouting at each other anymore was because they had the distraction of him. The minute that they finished dealing with him, they would be right back to –

“Mmmph…”

And there it was again. A burst of spicy, almost peppery heat in the air that did nothing to flavor the burn already settling on his tongue. It came as soon as the old man looked down at the mark on the younger man’s chest, and the bristly heat was like stinging nettles on the unicorn’s tongue and lips.

“Oh, fuck this,” Rodrigo muttered.

As the two humans turned to him as one, the unicorn reached down. His magic was at an all-time low, considering that he’d been moving around for so long, and considering that the people of Opal City seemed to have some weird distrust of people from outside and didn’t let him get that close. There’d been no chance to do more than snack on emotions from a distance, being little more than a heart-voyeur and peeping tom, grabbing at the edges of whatever heartfelt moments he could find. The one good thing that he could say about the anger around him was that it was substantial, even if it tasted terrible.

He forced himself to ‘eat’ it, feeding on that sensation. It went right into his core, making him feel less tired and wobbly on his feet, and he immediately channeled that down his horn. A white light filled the air, rising in a ball from the tip of his horn, hovering three feet above the boat before detonating into a burst of white streaks. It was like electricity playing out from the ball, running out for about thirty feet before falling to the water below.

In that ball, he could feel almost everything. The intensity of the anger in the two humans, the feeling of confusion and concern – and yes, a little more irritation – further off by a third that he had almost forgotten about, and the fish. Yes, there were a lot of fish. Yes, they were very confused. No, they weren’t worth thinking about.

As the light continued to spark and arc through the air, the humans stopped babbling at one another and him. As always when he let loose with the empathy magic, they stopped thinking of each other, and they started thinking about him.

More importantly, they started thinking sympathetically about him. Worryingly. Concernedly. If that was a word; he’d never bothered looking it up.

[i]Wish I’d had the energy to cast this on the homeless office,[/i] the unicorn thought. [i]Would have made getting any benefits a little bit easier…[/i]

But then again, not that good to be found out as a unicorn. He’d had to choose between his glamour that usually hid him as a regular stallion, or casting something like this on the off-chance that it would let him feed a bit more. Even now, feeding off the residual intensity in the air as the empathy spell refocused the humans, he was pretty sure that he was barely breaking even. He might just have enough to reinforce his glamour back to the shore, but that was pushing it.

But at least he finally had a little peace of mind without them arguing over…whatever it was they were talking about.

Rodrigo sat down, but even as he stretched his legs, the older human turned back to the younger. He started up again.

“I’m just saying, you can’t be sleeping your way to the top.”

Like a needle under a fingernail, the anger jammed up again. Rodrigo grimaced, holding a hand to his head as the spice-heat started filling his mouth again, and before the younger human could speak, he held up his hand.

“Gaaaaah, stop it, stop it. This is getting ridiculous.”

They both turned to him, shocked. He didn’t let them get another word in. No, no, he was sick of this flavor, sick of this heat. Sick of this mouth-pain.

“Calm down, the both of you. You don’t want to make me feel bad, do you?”

“You…feel bad?” the younger asked.

“Yeah. Ever lick a jalapeno?”

“…No?”

“Yeah, you have. You?” he asked the older human, who nodded. “Alright, yeah. Both of you, imagine the hottest thing you ever licked. Then take that heat, and take away the flavor. My mouth feels like that, times ten right now.”

They both winced.

“Yeah. So chill out, dudes. Sit down and chill the hell out for a few minutes. No more arguing for a minute, okay?”

Thankfully, the empathy field was strong enough to get them to work with him on that. Field. Spell. Thing. It was hard to think of good terms for it when your head was spinning from lack of food and lack of rest for the last few days.

Rodrigo was just glad that the heat of anger started to die down. The feeling of that had been about to burn his tongue right out of his mouth, and he was more than happy to feel the residual anger sliding out of him, too. That was always the downside of feeding on those sorts of feelings. It started to settle into him, too, and he turned from a unicorn to a bear – though thankfully not literally – when he started getting pissed off.

But there was still the other.

When the unicorn wasn’t so fuzzy-headed, he glanced back at the water. The last of the three humans was bobbing right at the edge of the empathy spell, looking with some concern at the deck. When their eyes met, the human’s eyes went wide, his mouth fell open –

And as expected, he glugged a fair bit of lake water through his open mouth. Rodrigo bit off a laugh at the sight, shaking his head.

“Hey, man. Come on.”

“Who the – hack – who the hell are you?”

“Just a guy.”

“Just a guy? Just guys don’t just –”

“Come on. It’ll be easier to talk when you’re not coughing.”

“My dad and brother okay?”

“Yeah, they’re fine. Just come on out.”

[i]Dad and brother, huh?[/i] he thought. [i]Well, that explains how that got so hot, so fast…[/i]

Families were always quick to hit those extremes, in his experience. You put a bunch of people that lived together for so long in a tight space, you were going to get something. It might be a simmering contentment, might be something a little bit nicer, or a little bit colder, but you were going to get something powerful. Never had to worry about a meal not filling you up with family around.

As the blonde-haired man of the bunch joined them, he had a better chance to look them over. Two young men, brothers, and their father. The dad didn’t like what one son had done, the son didn’t like his dad’s attitude, and probably more, and the third was trying to avoid staying involved with it all. Probably some split loyalties there, all things considered.

Rodrigo knew how this sort of thing liked to go, and he knew that he could start untangling it if he really wanted to. The question was, did he?

Gurgle, gurgle.

[i]Well, guess I can actually do something for a change.[/i]

But if he was going to play therapist for a meal, then he was going to do it his way. He leaned back, folding his hands behind his head as he looked over the three men. They were all bare-chested, already, though both the younger guy and the father were both still wearing life vests. He smiled.

“You know what would make me happy?” he asked.

“What?” the brother with the footprint mark on his chest asked.

“Yeah, what?” the father asked.

“It’s a hot day. I’m already naked. Why don’t you guys be pals and join me? Kinda equalize it a bit.”

He was kind of surprised that the father and son were the fastest to start getting naked, while the brother that had been in the lake was the one that was most reticent about it. He cocked his head to the side, then was hit with a flash of inspiration.

“Heh, what’s the matter? Thinking you don’t measure up to the rest of ‘em?” Rodrigo asked.

“Oh, please. I’m better than either of them.”

“Then why don’t you prove it?”

That was all he needed to get the third human stripping down, and in short order, he had three muscular males standing on the other side of the raft. They were, to put it mildly, rather impressive to look at. Thick pecs that were already quite slick and wet, either from the lake or from sweating up a storm. Powerful thighs that were probably more than capable of crushing things between them. Asses that stuck out with intense muscles that would have belonged on bikers, easily.

There were all the right kinds of muscle curves there, and that was before you even got down to the shafts poking out from between their legs.

“Glad you aren’t embarrassed for my sake. It’s great to be around more relaxed folks,” Rodrigo said, pulling one knee to his chest and letting his other leg go straight. It allowed his cock to flop against his thigh, and it showed him off that much more. Seemed to help the humans focus on him rather than each other, too, which seemed to take some of the blush out of their cheeks. Good; that meant that there was less of that vaguely sour flavor. Not quite fitting this. “So, what’re your names?”

“Darren,” the footprint-wearing human said.

“Lloyd,” the older one said.

“Riche. What are you doing here?” the blonde-haired one asked.

“I was sleeping.”

“Oh, sorry, man. Did we wake you up or something?”

For the first time, one of them was actually being decent enough to ask about how he was doing. Go figure that it would be the one that should have been least-affected by the calming effects of the empathy spell, and go figure that it would be the meat-head.

Then again, Rodrigo had always had a thing for them. Muscles were hot, and it usually meant that the guy in question had a good bit of dedication to taking care of [i]something[/i], at least. That dedication was easy to spin, to turn around to being devoted to someone else, at least for a night.

The unicorn nodded.

“You did, but apology accepted.”

“Yeah, heh…sorry. We get a little loud when we’re all together.”

“Yeah, I heard. What’s got the three of you so loud?”

“Oh, it’s not me,” Riche said.

[i]That’s a lie,[/i] Rodrigo thought.

It wasn’t much of one, admittedly. Riche wasn’t nearly as heated as Darren and Lloyd were, but there was an underlying sort of feeling there, something that had been held down and tapped off a number of times. It wasn’t something that was at risk of exploding outwards, but it was something that needed to be talked about.

It was definitely looking more and more like he was going to have to be a therapist here, but that didn’t bother him that much anymore. He could feel the other flavors in this dish of an event, the other little emotions that were bubbling up between the three humans. There was affection in there, a sense of closeness. The slight bitter taste of regret that made the thing feel more complicated, deeper. The little bit of saltiness that came from being discontented and wanting more out of something, that bit of ambition that brought fullness to a dish.

Yes. This would be very filling, once they got to the real good stuff. He looked between the three of them again, looking down at their dicks and balls this time. After all, with three big men, all of them naked, it seemed a shame not to get an eye-full.

And an eye-full there was. The stereotype of black men seemed to be in full swing, so to speak, with these three. They all had plenty of inches to show, and as they moved, they swayed. Swayed quite a bit, as a matter of fact. He watched with a small, amused smile as the three humans put on an unknowing sort of show.

Eventually, however, he had to shake his head and come back to the moment. He looked up at their faces.

“I think we all need to talk a bit. Let’s sit down, huh?”

“Well…”

“If it’d make him more comfortable,” Lloyd said. “We did screw this up. Let’s make it up to him.”

“It’s a basic rule of hospitality; the guest is always someone that you prioritize,” Darren said, though not without a little flare-up that was quickly pushed back down.

[i]Thinking of yourself as a guest rather than a member of the family, huh? And not getting treated that well because of it…[/i]

That was something interesting. They had all the intensity of a family, but lacked the full bonds that others he saw had. Something had obviously come between them…and it was being left up to him to sort it out because fuck it if they were going to do it themselves.

[i]Lovely. Pressure.[/i]

Still, they were going along with it, and that was good enough for the unicorn. Riche was the last one to join his family sitting cross-legged on the other side of the raft. The position left their genitals all spilled out, cocks flopped out, either over a leg or over their balls before falling to the raft deck. He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his arms behind his head.

“So, guys, you feeling more chill now?”

“Feeling something,” Darren admitted, glancing down.

“Yeah? Feeling a little, I don’t know…guilty?”

And just like that, the red of [i]deserved[/i] shame started blooming on their cheeks. This was the sort of stuff he loved about the empathy spells. They were quick to encourage sympathy as well as empathy, to make the other guys feel that he needed to be indulged, understood, to feel for him.

Feeling [i]for[/i] him being the operative term there.

“Well…we haven’t been very kind, that’s for sure,” Darren admitted.

“The family’s ethos is to help people,” Lloyd added.

“Even if you’re not following that, you should.”

“And where do you think you learned that?”

“Not in front of a guest, dad,” Darren muttered.

There was plenty to take in there, and plenty that needed to be addressed. But not before he received a little bit of attention himself. Rodrigo groaned, stretching both his legs out. Even before his transformation from stallion to unicorn, he had enjoyed a little attention down there; it felt like it made his little variation of feet instead of hooves that much more special. Since the transformation, some pampering down there had become even more...appreciated. He smiled as he curled his toes, then pointed them at the sons.

“Darren, Riche? If you don’t mind, why don’t you make it up to me with a foot massage, huh? I think it’d go a long way towards making me feel more relaxed after you woke me up like that.”

“…I’m fine with that,” Riche said. “Gives me a chance to practice some of that massage stuff.”

“When did you start learning that?” Darren asked, as the two brothers scooted forward, gently pulling the unicorn forward by the heels, laying his feet in their laps.

“Something I picked up online. Some kind of ad.”

“You sure that it was legit?”

“Charged me, didn’t it?”

“They [i]all[/i] charge you.”

“Yeah, but there were still lessons. Like –”

“Mmmmmmph…”

“See?” Riche said, nodding at the unicorn.

[i]Mmmph…that wasn’t a massage technique…[/i]

It was more of an erotic massage technique, something that he’d used more than once himself when there was someone that was too stiff and aching to be seduced into some fun with his unicorn magic. There were so many nerve endings in the foot that you could accidentally end up hitting the pleasure ones without even trying, and if you were trained in it –

Oh, yeah. Riche definitely knew what he was doing. Rodrigo’s dick twitched, slowly rising off his thigh the more that the older brother massaged him, pressing down on places that were less designed to actually get him relaxed, and more connected to the spots that made him horny. He could have corrected the human, but why, when it felt that good? Besides, Darren was doing it properly with his other leg, and that was more than enough for him. He squirmed back and forth, getting his bare ass a little more comfortable on the wooden deck.

Despite the empathy spell, Lloyd looked a little…ill at ease, he supposed. There was no blame, no sudden discomfort, but he wasn’t as relaxed as before. Rodrigo took another stab in the dark.

“Aren’t you proud of your sons, Lloyd?”

“One of them.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“Well, right now, Riche.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he’s worked hard. He’d not cheated.”

“I did not cheat,” Darren muttered.

“Okay, okay. We’re gonna need to do this differently. Anyone that’s talking, they get to talk. Anyone that’s not talking, they get to keep their mouths busy. Lloyd, how about we start with you, since you're the angriest?”

“I’m not angry.”

“Yeah, you are. Don’t try and bullshit me,” Rodrigo said, gagging slightly. “Gah. Okay. Darren, Riche? Put those tongues to work. It’ll make things better for me, and you can feel better about waking me up.”

It wasn’t the best little story that he had told, he had to admit, but the family seemed dead-set and quite keen on making things better. Looks like Lloyd wasn’t kidding when he said that it was part of the family ethos. They were utterly dedicated, despite the fact that they didn’t know if he had clean feet or not. They just dived right in, licking along his soles, moving from his heels up to his arches, lingering there for a moment to swallow, and then moving up to his toes and sucking on them.

It was a slow, gentle tongue massage along very tired feet, and he was more than happy to receive it. As he resisted the urge to stroke his cock, he turned back to Lloyd, giving the older man a gesture.

“Go on and talk. But, dude, try and be a little more chill about it? These are your sons, for crying out loud. Just ‘cause you brought ‘em into the world doesn’t mean that they’re playing pieces, ya know?”

“…I guess.” The older man looked from one to the other, and despite his earlier words, there were flashes of irritation when he looked at Riche, too. “Ugh…things weren’t supposed to be like this. Ever.”

“Well, what were they supposed to be like? Start with Riche, eh? It feels…smaller.”

“Kinda is.” Lloyd leaned back, the action pushing his hips forward just enough to really show off that dad dick and the thatch of hair down there, shortened, trimmed, but still there. “Riche…I just want him to stop running around all over the place. He’s got so much talent. He could be an athlete, or a star, in any sport he wanted. All he’d need to do is pick something, and he’d be able to make a name that everyone's heard of. I know it. I see him every single time, and I know if he just tried…but he won’t. He doesn’t want it enough. He just wants to…to compete, to play, and that’ll never get him anywhere. What if he doesn’t figure it out before it’s too late? What if he wastes all that time just playing around, and then can’t do something else when he’s too old to compete for real?”

“Yeah, that’s a pain, ain’t it? But hey, not everyone wants to be a star, do they?” Rodrigo asked. He hissed, groaning as Darren managed to find a surprisingly sensitive spot between his toes, licking over it before giving a hint of a nibble. “Mmmph…God, your boys are good.”

“They’re very…good.”

“I bet Riche’s really good at what he does. Ever think about how much he’d hate it if he had to stop?”

“Sometimes, we all have to do things we hate…”

“Yeah, but sometimes, we don’t.”

“…”

“What about Darren, huh? Why’d you spend so much time shouting at him?” he asked, glancing down at Riche out of the corner of his eye. The suction around his toe had increased, which meant that Riche probably wasn’t [i]happy[/i] about what he’d been hearing, but he wasn’t outright pissed, either. “What’s got you so angry at your other kid?”

“You kidding me? He’s cheating.”

“By using his body?”

“He’s the smart one. He’s got the skill to be in [i]business.[/i] He’s doing well enough that he could move from here, he could be someone, someone that’s known for…for being [i]good[/i] at something. If he’s just cheating…if he’s just getting fucked…what happens when the boss doesn’t like him anymore? What happens when it’s not his skill? What happens when it’s just not enough?

“He can’t do that. He’s gotta work. He’s gotta get a name, and…and I’m furious, and…and I’m scared…”

Rodrigo shook his head, and not just from the stuff that Lloyd was saying, either. There was a sharp increase in the fury in the air, though this time it was focused right down at his foot. He didn’t really mind it, either, considering that if Darren wanted to get that mad, it’d only lead to him getting a mouthful of sweat. If he wanted that, he could be as angry as he liked.

Still, Lloyd obviously had some reasons to be worried for his sons, though both of them had him blinded. He wanted them to be okay, but he had obviously convinced himself that they would only be okay if they did things the way that he imagined that they should. Helping people, being outstanding, making a name for themselves: if they did anything else, they wouldn’t get noticed, and then they would just fade the minute that their current strengths failed them.

It didn’t work that way, but Lloyd probably wouldn’t get that for a little while. Better to move on, though, and let the others talk out their anger in a less explosive way. But first…

“Lloyd, you know the deal. You gotta keep your mouth full, too.”

“But…there’s nothing for that.”

“Oh, yes there is.”

The unicorn flexed his cock. Lloyd’s eyes widened slightly, but before he could say anything –

“Come on, you know you want to show your sons you’re just as good as they are.”

“…”

“Show ‘em how it’s done.”

“…Well, ain’t ever done this…but it can’t be that hard…”

It was going to be quite a bit harder than the father thought, but that was up to him. Rodrigo groaned under his breath at the always-pleasurable feeling of a tongue working along the head of his shaft, gradually going down, down, down on his cock, and turned his attention to Riche. A gesture had the older brother pop his lips off the unicorn’s toes, and the blonde sat up, kneeling…and coincidentally accidentally brushing the tip of his cock against the unicorn’s toes. Nobody seemed to notice except the unicorn himself.

“So, what’s got you all irritated?”

“Eh, I don’t like talking about it.”

“Yeah, but you keep thinking about it,” Rodrigo said. “And you don’t do a lot of thinking, do you?”

“…Not about much else. Easier to just keep working.”

“So, why not get it off your shoulders? Easier to have fun when you’re not thinking about that.”

“I guess…well…I guess…dad’s cigars?” Riche pulled a face, sticking out his tongue. “Ugh, hate the stuff. Doesn’t smell good, makes the whole house stink, and it feels like I’m walking in a fog every time I smell it. I just…hate it.”

“Heh, come on. That’s just a bad habit. What really gets you feeling mad right now?”

“Well…” Riche rubbed the back of his neck. “I…I really don’t like how dad’s been lately. Ever since Darren got that job, he’s been…well, fucking insufferable.” There it was, the first little clench of lips – but thankfully not teeth – around the head of his cock. Lloyd didn’t like the language, for sure, and he didn’t like what he was hearing, even more. “I mean, when Darren first moved out, it was like he stopped existing around the house. All the stuff that he did, all his hard work, all those times when he sent letters back – hell, I answered them. Mom answered them. But dad? Didn’t matter.

“Then, all of a sudden, once he got into [i]business,[/i] it was all that he could talk about. Suddenly, Darren was respectable. Suddenly, he had a success. And it was like he forgot about all the other stuff that Darren used to do, all the risks my little brother took. It was…it was like it only mattered if he was successful at something…”

“And it made you feel bad, because you weren’t?”

“Not the way he wanted…yeah. He didn’t talk about the games anymore. Didn’t talk about stuff we didn’t do together. Not unless I won, then it was all he could talk about, but the minute I stopped getting medals, the minute I wanted to try something new…”

Rodrigo could imagine just how bad that could have gone. For all that he was mostly sipping at the angst in the air like a fine wine, he wasn’t entirely unsympathetic. There was something there that needed to be talked about, and while Darren and Lloyd had been willing to come near to blows with their verbal sparring, it was clear that Riche had been holding this in tight, trying to keep the peace between them, keep people happy where he could.

All the competition might even be his way of not thinking about all the stuff that his father expected out of him, or the things that he couldn’t do for his brother. And that all came together in a cluster of habits that meant that he stayed competitive at all times.

Like showing off his cock unconsciously right then, using it to massage the unicorn’s foot while he was busy talking. It was something that didn’t go unnoticed, either, sending pre-cum pulsing down Lloyd’s throat and keeping Darren’s attention, too.

“And your brother?” Rodrigo asked.

“Darren?” Riche shook his head, sighing as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It’s like he ran off as soon as he could. I don’t even know why he moved out, but it was like, the minute he could, he did. I don’t even remember if he looked around for jobs around Opal City. Something just seemed so much better for him out there, and off he went. After that…”

“No calls?”

“Some, but…not often, and not for long. He was always busy, throwing himself into work all the time. Hell, I heard that he had to get a job at a strip club just to keep paying rent.”

“Mmmmph!”

“Hey, hey, Darren.” He pushed down a little more firmly with the toe that Darren was sucking on. “You’ll get your turn. Hang on a minute.” He turned back to Riche. “Why does that make you mad?”

“He’s [i]family.[/i] You don’t just turn your back on family, and you don’t make us worry like that. If things were bad, hell, I got savings. I coulda loaned him money. Given it to him, for God’s sake. You know he was living in a goddamn death trap of an apartment before he got this new job? He had burglars walking in and out all day long. The one time I came to visit, I had to call the cops because he had four cat burglars – literal cat burglars – holding him down and keeping him quiet.

“Me and dad woulda been happy to pay for him to get a better place, but he never asked. He always had to do it his way. Always had to…had to push. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s had a full night of sleep for over a year…”

In other words, he was angry because of Darren’s workaholic behavior pushing his family to the side-lines and feeling abandoned to a father that didn’t appreciate the sort of things he had. He felt like he had to deal with a hypocrite on one side, and a person that barely remembered him on the other.

No wonder Riche had a competitive streak. No wonder he was trying everything. He was probably desperately trying to find that one thing that would make his father look at him properly. No matter how many different things he tried, he wasn’t getting his father’s attention, and no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t get his brother to remember to call home and spend time with them the way that he’d like.

Riche probably felt abandoned by the family. It was kind of a miracle that he was still this easy-going.

“Thanks, Riche.” [i]For the food and the facts,[/i] Rodrigo thought. [i]Little salty on the sadness, though.[/i] “Go on back to what you were doing.”

As soon as Riche went down, Darren looked up. There was a hint of more knowledge in Darren’s eyes compared to the rest of the family, and he had a feeling that he was going to hear it from this young man. He sighed, bracing himself for the storm of frustration that was going to come from the one that had to hold back to the end, and nodded for Darren to speak.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Rodrigo, unicorn extraordinaire, reveals himself to the Huff family, and after a moment of annoyance, takes on the role of temporary therapist.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M/M, Oral, Foot Fetish, Blowjob, Human, Nudity, Unicorn, Magic, Mind Control, Empathy, Big Dick, Stallion, Therapy, Series,