Magick Happens
Magick Happens
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
November 2002.
All Rights Reserved.
Galen was wandering the woods, his mind off with the fairies, as he whistled an old tune that he had learned from a passing bard a few winters past. The gentle spring breezes ruffled his russet fur, and his triangular ears were partially laid back, as he let his mind wander. His thick brush of a tail swung slowly from side to side behind him, barely touching the ground with each step he took, as he marvelled at the wonders of nature all around him. He had been a wanderer for more years than he could remember - living often on the generosity of others where he could - stealing when hunger forced him too. His old, well worn and travel stained cloak was clasped around his neck, under which was worn an old doeskin tunic and leather pants. A small sword was strapped at his waist, but it was rusty and pitted - more for its appearance, rather than as a weapon to defend him. He paused a moment and admired the way the dappled sunlight shone down through the emerald canopy far above his head.
He had no home - and no destination - a spirit freed of the normal constraints, and as such, he wandered wherever the desire took him - driven purely by wanderlust and his curiosity. Plucking a damson from a nearby bush, he chewed on it thoughtfully, and spied a narrow band of sparkling water ahead. His interest piqued, he made his way to the small, but swift creek and sat down, removing his boots and soaking his foot paws in the cooling water.
Large silvery speckled trout dodged and weaved through the water, and he soon had landed one - admiring the beautiful greenish speckling, but more concerned with a nice meal. With the edge of his sword, he used some flint to build a small fire, over which he skewered the trout and began slowly grilling it, his mouth beginning to salivate at the scents that arose from the cooking fish. He found some river-cress, wild strawberries and blackberries, adding these to the crude wooden bowl that served as his plate.
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Some time later, replete with his meal and feeling drowsy, he folded his cloak around himself and laid back on the edge of the creek, watching the daylight slowly fading away - his eyes growing heavier and heavier - until the closed completely - and he slept....
*
In his sleep, Galen had the most evocative dream he had ever had. Pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, was coursing through his body like a strong, powerful wine. He felt his fox-cock being enveloped, and the tight, insistent suckling of powerful muscles, a slightly rough tongue flicking over and around his member, and then curling around its edges, to help the muscles milk the warm fox-cock. Galen moaned and stirred softly, low whines of canid delight escaping his still half-awake body, as he lay on his back - being pleasured by an unknown creature. Thinking he was dreaming, he murred and thrust his hips up against the warm, yielding nose of something - and he heard a surprised snort, feeling the hot breath blast across his stomach.
With a squeal, Galen's eyes snapped open, and he looked down to see a snow-white equine head, from the forehead of which extended a small ivory horn. It was only a small Unicorn, barely three feet at the shoulder, but its fur was a sparkling snowy-white, the mane tinged at the tips with a silvery flecking. It knelt just before the young canid, legs folded beneath it, as it locked its gaze on the fox - imprisoning him in their dark depths. Its eyes were like pools of the darkest of chocolate, holding the squirming fox helpless in their sad, soulful gaze, as the tongue and lips continued to work his fox-
cock like a finely tuned instrument. Galen dug his paws into the ground and arched his hips upwards, the ache of his knot still within his sheath giving him the combined mixture of pain and pleasure, as the unicorn continued to work him. Powerful muscles in this majestic creatures throat contracted - each time sending blasts of incredible pleasure through Galen. As if sensing his discomfort, he lips squeezed down around his member, then pushed the sheath softly down - making Galen writhe and draw a high pitched, squealing breath.
Freed at last, his knot swelled and swelled, and the Unicorn's lips tweaked slightly in a smile - before it pressed its head down and easily took his knot into its mouth, the warm lips grasping by the root, as the tongue continued to work its magic on him. If he had of been able, Galen would have screamed in canid lust and ecstasy - but each touch of his tortured fox-cock made his throat lock and his scrotum cringe. He felt as if he'd surely die, the Unicorn never once taking its eyes from his, yet also somehow - keeping the young fox from coming - the pressure within his furred scrotum growing and growing, making Galen gasp and buck against the Unicorn, lost in the delights that this proud, majestic creature was doing with him. Just as he reached the point of sweet release, the Unicorn smiled and paused, letting the sensations die back down, before working the young canid back in to the height of pleasure - and once again keeping him there - denying him the release his now thrashing body so badly craved. He humped and ground against the Unicorn's muzzle, but despite how he wailed and writhed, it effortlessly took all he could give, teasing the tormented fox even more with gentle nuzzles against the tender belly fur, and hot breath.
His soul felt enflamed - yet his eyes were transfixed and staring into the dark mirrors that gazed back at him, reflecting his sweat lathered face and wide eyes. With a soft giggle, the Unicorn dropped its head - and Galen arched his hips up against the eager muzzle, pressing his fox-cock against the back of the Unicorn's throat, before he shrieked and spasmed, his ejaculation veritably exploding down the eager Unicorn's throat. Wave after wave of his salty fox-cream gushed forth, and the Unicorn's tongue flicked over and around his fox-cock, as the powerful muscles worked him for every last drop - its mane rippling as quivers of pleasure swept through its equine form. Just as Galen thought he must surely die from the pleasure - it ceased and the Unicorn kept his fox-cock its prisoner, feeling the young canid gasping and twitching, his body spend and exhausted. Still - it finally surrendered its prize and nuzzled against his belly, inhaling the strong fox musk and nickering at him, as it licked a long, long tongue across his stomach, making him gasp and squirm.
"I...I've died...and gone to heaven - " Galen rasped, as he twitched and panted heavily, ears laid flat as he moaned.
Flicking an ear, the Unicorn nickered, almost as if it were laughing at him, before it rose slowly and shook itself, long tubular ears twitching too and fro, as if hearing something. Galen could only lie on his back, gasping and moaning, as the Unicorn took a step away from him, turning away.
"No - please - " Galen croaked. "Please - don't go - "
Pausing, the Unicorn looked down at the broken and grovelling fox, then nickered and nuzzled his cheek softly, rubbing its own cheek affectionately against his cheek ruffles, then licking his nose.
"Please - " Galen begged. "You - you gave me so much - "
Blinking, the unicorn shook itself, and snorted softly, a mischievous smile touching the corners of its lips.
"I...I was undeserving of your attentions - yet how...how can I let you go - without trying to give you something in return!" Galen panted, as he rolled over and grovelled before the Unicorns cloven front hooves.
It paused, then nickered again and nuzzled him, before lying back down and gazing at him in interest. Galen took a few paw-fulls of water from the creek, cooling his fevered body and easing his parched throat, before he hesitantly reached out and touched his paw to the Unicorn's nose. It blinked and whiffled, then his paw was instantly swallowed, as it sucked playfully on his paw, but Galen felt the blunt, powerful teeth and realised just how easily this majestic creature could have been less than pleasurable.
"Hey - " Galen giggled weakly. "You're only a foal - aren't you?"
Nodding, the unicorn resumed sucking his paw eagerly, as the young fox gulped and his ears laid flat, tail drooping.
"You - I mean...why are you not...I...." Galen trembled, eyes widening as he thought he heard a louder grunt from nearby.
Snapping his head around, he scanned the thick foliage, but saw nothing. With a soft nip, the Unicorn brought his attention back to itself, and released his well-sucked paw. Galen swallowed nervously and giggled weakly, as he caressed the young Unicorn's neck, his sharp claws ruffling through the mane and scratching, as it nickered and twitched, obviously enjoying this attention, the long silken tail flicking. Galen forgot about everything - the fact that this was a foal, and that its parents may be nearby - all that mattered to him, was trying to please this beautiful creature. Galen's paws worked and kneaded the Unicorn's chest and shoulder, eliciting soft grunts and eager nuzzles from it, as he explored the warm, powerful body. His paws slid down the sides, and gently caressed a flank, then to his surprise, the Unicorn rose and splayed out its hind legs - revealing to Galen's relief, the small nubs of teats and leathery udder. Taking a chance, Galen reached beneath the Unicorn and softly stroked his paw on the udder, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the unicorn, which danced skittishly and snapped her head around to look at him.
Fearing he had pushed too far, Galen trembled, but the Unicorn only shook herself and nudged him, pressing him back towards her flanks. Galen took the hint and resumed softly stroking and rubbing, as the Unicorn splayed her hind hooves out as
far as she could go, her long tail slowly rising up in an arch, as she nickered and trembled. Galen giggled and dropped to his paws and knees, then began rubbing his nose against her flanks and belly, making the young filly dance and tremble, as she felt the surprising pleasure awaken her senses. After a few hesitant strokes and nuzzles, Galen was preparing to try to suckle her, when she pulled away from him, then turned her rump towards him, tail raised high. He watched as the delicate black folds of her sex twitched, then seemed to 'wink' at him, exposing the moist, pink depths of her sex, before hiding it again, and winking again. Galen blinked at her, but soon took the hint as she stepped backwards, pressing her trembling body back against him. With a soft, nervous giggle, Galen dropped to his knees, then lightly touched her black, glistening folds with a paw, snatching it back as she winked again, exposing the gleaming tunnel within.
Moaning in longing, the filly draped her tail over his shoulder and partially squatted, giving the confused young canid better access to her sex. He leaned in and rubbed his nose against her sex, and then his mind fell away as she winked and gripped his muzzle, pulling it partially within her. He yelped and pulled his snout free, tasting the mare's juices, and a jolt like a bolt of lightning tore through him, as his sheath began swelling, the sudden arousal frightening. It quickly escaped the sheath and began flicking in time with his thudding heart, the clear fluids dribbling down from the tip, as he moaned and pressed his muzzle back against the eager young filly, and began licking her moist, tender folds. As she whinnied and pressed back, Galen groaned and pushed forwards, pressing as much of his muzzle within her as he could reach, savouring the hot, wet walls that pressed in against his muzzle, but the tastes of the sweet young filly were what soon had his
erection like a steel rod.
Although she enjoyed his attentions in this regard, the young filly pulled away from him, then knelt and raised her tail as high as she could, the winking contractions making her sex alternate between a black slit and a wide, pink, wet rose. Galen
moaned and moved in against her, holding his straining fox-cock in his paw, as he looked deep into her eyes.
"I...you're only a foal - I...I do not think - " Galen whispered, his other paw lightly rubbing her quivering sex. "I do not want to hurt you - "
Nickering, the filly smiled and tried to push back, as if encouraging him to mount. Galen obliged - then the second he had started too penetrate her hot, moist depths, the Filly squealed and lunged backwards, easily taking the fox-cock, right down to the root. Galen grasped her hips tightly, as he squealed in a high-pitched wail, never in his life having laid with an equine - and unprepared for the incredible heat that washed over him...but what nearly made him come there and then, was when she nickered, then gripped her tight vaginal walls around the base of his fox-cock. Galen shrieked and bucked against her, his knot swiftly swelling within her, as she nickered and pressed back against him, her body trembling and shuddering, as she
gripped his fox-cock like a hot, silken glove, the powerful muscles rippling and contracting along his length, sending explosions of unimagined pleasure lancing through the young fox. He felt his orgasm nearly ready to explode - but the filly smirked and gripped down on his member, making Galen writhe and beg, as the ache in his scrotum grew and grew, as she continued to milk his member, yet denied him the orgasm that soon had him sobbing for mercy.
For two and a half hours, the filly kept the young canid on his tippy-toes, relaxing her grip around his fox-cock and letting the ache in his loins drop back to a dull pain, before squeezing down again and bringing him shooting back up to the height of the pinnacle of sweet release - and holding him there, torturing him in the most passionate, and unbearable of ways. Her body shuddered with each vicious lunge, as she felt the tight knot press deep within her, pressing forwards, yet only pulling back a little, as she kept her tight grip around the root of his fox-cock, preventing him from dismounting.
"Oh - sweet filly - oh...please...please stop..." Galen wept unashamedly; his body slumped over her back, his paws trembling and sweat dampening his pelt. "Please - you must stop - I can not take much more of this - "
Nickering, the filly glanced back at the fox and smiled, then gave one last grasp of his fox-cock and began vigorously contracting and relaxing her muscles, which was all the encouragement Galen needed, as he lunged hard against her, and shrieked - as his orgasm exploded within her, the tight walls milking his member for every drop, but the pleasure of the release drove him to unheard of heights - threatening to consume his soul in the flames of passion. He thought he would surely die - as the eager filly continued to milk him, drawing again and again from his rapidly depleting scrotum - and at last, after six shattering orgasms, he was completely drained - and she grasped the root of his member, keeping him locked deep within her, as she then turned her gaze away, and uttered a loud, piercing squeal.
Galen yelped and struggled, as a human figure dressed in a mottled green robe seemingly appeared from out of thin air, then slowly folded back the hood to reveal the old, wizened face of an elderly woman.
"Ah - I see you've found a partner - " Spoke the woman, her eyes twinkling like stars, her voice soft, but filled with an underlying power.
Galen struggled and whined, trying to disengage from the filly, his eyes wide and ears pasted flat, but she only snorted and clamped down tighter, making him gasp and shudder.
"Easy young canid - neither I nor my daughter will hurt you - " Spoke the woman.
"I...oh please - I did not mean - " Galen wept, the hot salty tears coursing down his cheeks. "I could not help myself - please - please don't turn me into a toad or something! I swear - I will never again hurt another forest animal! I promise!"
Looking at the filly, the old woman approached and stroked the young filly's cheek, the filly reciprocating by rubbing her cheek against her mother's hand.
"Now young fox - who said I would turn you into a toad?" Laughed the woman quietly. "I'm a Druidess - not a witch. However - you have brought much pleasure to my young daughter here - and fulfilled your obligations to the Great Mother - in all but one thing."
Galen winced and twitched, as the filly turned her head back to look at him, then the mischievous smile touched the corners of her lips again.
"Since - " Began the woman. "Our numbers are - few and far between - and you do seem like a kind, gentle and noble spirit.... You shall be my foals mate - and the guardian of this forest - if you will have it."
Galen stammered and blinked, as he looked at the Druidess, then at the filly, who smiled at him and nickered encouragingly.
"You - I mean - you're not mad that I - " Galen murmured.
"No - you have put my filly with foal - and I thank you for that. Our numbers are growing fewer and fewer - and with your gift of life within her, we shall soon have another." Spoke the old woman, as she sighed and tenderly rubbed her filly's forehead, fingers caressing the ivory horn. "Should you take this offer - then you will be her mate - and may share many a nights pleasures with her, with my blessing. Should you refuse - then you will be escorted from these woods - with our blessing - but you must never return."
Galen swallowed, then looked in to the dark, mirrored pools of the young filly's eyes, and she smiled shyly at him, then squeezed his fox-cock softly, as if giving him a reminder of what pleasures she could bring to him. Galen groaned and trembled, then looked lovingly at the filly, and nodded, then looked towards the Druidess.
"I accept your offer - with open arms and gratitude. I won't fail in my duties - I promise."
"No - " Spoke the Druidess, her voice changing and growing more menacing. "You won't - "
Galen shrieked, as he was dismounted hurriedly by the filly, which then stood beside her mother, as the Druidess began weaving her magicks upon the shrieking young fox....
*
Legend has it to this day, if you go near the Great Wood - you'll see a proud, noble Unicorn stallion - his eyes filled with a hidden sadness - of a form he once had - but no more. Beside him is a small Unicorn Mare, his mate - and life-partner. Woe befall anyone who dares harm an animal within the depths of the Great Wood - as Unicorn's have long memories - and they hold grudges.
END